(A/N: Here's a new story/fanfic! A crossover with Bleach fanfic! I just finished watching Yona of the Dawn, and I have to say I find the anime kind of above average. The only reason I was I watched is because of Hak. Hak is best boy of the anime! Anyway, there is one thing I want to say, this isn't a Yona/Hak fanfic. As much as I love the pairing, there is no Yona/Hak. It hurts me to have to say that, but I want to go a bit different. This is a Hak/Orihime pairing. For one, I love Hak, and two, there needs to be more crossovers with Orihime as the main character. And I just thought Orihime and Hak would look go together, so sue me. If you don't like the pairing, simply don't read. It's not that hard. Plus, I only watched the anime, haven't read the manga (and don't plan to), so, as far as I'm concerned I haven't really seen how much Yona/Hak developed. All I know is that Hak has a crush on her, but hides it behind a teasing and snarky attitude. They are a cute couple. Love them to pieces, but I want something different. There are plenty of Yona/Hak fanfics out there anyway. Me not doing one is not the end of the world. It's not like it's the first time people don't follow canon pairings, even after the story's done. So there!

Oh, by the way, even though I say this is a crossover with Bleach, it's really just a minor crossover. There is no plot or anything from Bleach. Just the characters. Well, two of them. Ichigo and Orihime. Ichigo/Orihime was in the past, and Hak/Orihime would happen in the future. Well, that's it. Enjoy! I don't own Bleach or Yona of the Dawn.)

Princess Orihime

"Father!" a young, bubbly girl's voice rang. Her tiny feet padded against the wooden floorboards of the castle. A small girl, by the age of seven, bounced through the walls and into her father's, King Il's, quarters. She had ivory pale skin, gray, doe eyes, and chin length. What was the most unique about her features was the color of her hair. It was as auburn and bright as the setting sun. "Father! Where's Yona?"

The king paused at his work to gaze at his elder daughter. "Orihime, what is it?" he asked. The king was large and kind of fat, but he was also gentle and kind. That's what the girl loved about her father. His kindness.

"Where's Yona, Father?" Orihime repeated, eagerly, bouncing on her feet.

The king smiled at his energetic daughter. "Yona?" the king hummed thoughtfully. "I believe she's playing outside with Soo-Won and Hak."

"What?" the little auburn haired gaped, worry beginning to etch on her face. "It's snowing outside! Oh, Yona! Did she remember to wear a coat? She'll get sick!"

The king chuckled as he watched his worrywart daughter go.

"Yona! Yona!" Orihime shouted for her younger sister. She finally spotted her on the courtyard. Her bright, red hair was hard to miss. Piles of snow filled the yard, and she witnessed an irate Yona viciously throw snowballs at a young, five year old boy, who was laughing in a playfully mocking way. He had dark hair and electric blue eyes. The boy's name was Hak, and he was a childhood friend of the princesses.

"Yona!" the elder princess called out the redhead. She carefully climbed down the porch. "What's going on?"

At the sound of her sister's voice, Yona stopped her angry assault on Hak and ran up to her older sister with tears on her face. "Sister!" Yona cried, burying her face in the older princess's chest and wrapping her tiny arms around her waist. "Hak's being mean to me!" she whined. "He said that if it keeps snowing, I would be covered in snow because I'm so small!"

"Hak!" Orihime frowned disapprovingly at the boy. "Behave. Play nice with my sister."

With a smug expression still plastered on his face, Hak stared at the older princess. "Oh, hey, Princess Orihime," he spoke nonchalantly. He gave her a once over, noticing the crumbs on her face. "By the way, Princess, have you been stuffing your face again. Your cheeks are chubby."

Orihime's face instantly flushed red in embarrassment. She pouted, puffing out her cheeks in irritation. "Hak, you meanie! My cheeks are not chubby!" She furiously wiped her face with the back of her yellow kimono. "I couldn't help it. The dumplings were so good!"

Hak just laughed at her, which caused her face to become even redder.

"Urgh! Don't laugh at my sister!" Yona roared, once again chasing the irritating boy with piles of snowballs in her hand.

Orihime watched the scene with a fond smile. Yona was her little sister by four years. She was always such a lively child. Ever since their mother died, Orihime has been looking after Yona. She's kind of been both a sister and mother to her. The auburn haired princess absolutely adored her younger sister.

Hak was the princess' friend. He was such a rude child. Mean and mischievous. He was the adopted grandson of General Mundok of the Wind Clan. He was also like an impertinent, little brother to her. He was currently in training with Mundok to become the next general after him. Orihime was not one to say this, but Hak was such an uncouth brat.

"Ah! Princess Orihime! Great to see you!"

Recognizing that voice, Orihime beamed and turned around. "Soo-Won!" she chirped, happily at seeing her baby cousin. Her cousin had such silky smooth skin and a feminine face. He was prettier than most girls she knew. He had light brown hair and turquoise green eyes.

She went over and gleefully petted his head. "How are you doing, Soo-Won?" she asked kindly.

The young boy smiled good naturedly at his older cousin. "I'm doing wonderfully," he replied. "I see that you are back from cooking session."

"It's more like stuffing her face session," Hak snarked from the background.

"How rude!" Orihime frowned. "Listen, you." She pointed a dramatic finger at him. "I only stuff my face after the lesson," she corrected as if that little tidbit made any difference.

Soo-Won chuckled humorously. "I don't think that's helping your case, Princess Orihime."

Orihime blinked. Then she realized what she came out here for. "Yona, go and wear something warm. You'll catch a cold!"

Yona waved at her older sister, all anger vanishing. "I'm fine, Sister. I won't catch a cold."

And sure enough, a week later, she did.

A young Princess Yona was lying sick in bed. She felt awful. Her face was flushed, her body was hot, her throat feels dry, and her nose was stuffy. Her sister, Princess Orihime, had taken time off her studies and lessons to take care of her.

"I told you to wear a coat," Orihime scolded Yona, placing a hot towel on her forehead.

"I'm sorry, Sister," Yona rasped out apologetically through fits of light coughing.

The older princess just sighed fondly. "Yona, you just rest and get well." She put the bowl of hot water aside, and grabbed the rice porridge one of the maids left. She picked up a spoon full of the porridge and blew on it, so that it was nice and cool. "Now, say 'ahhh'," she instructed, hovering the spoon over her sister's mouth.

Yona grinned and opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could. Her sister poured the delicious porridge into her mouth, and she hummed in delight. "Where are Soo-Won and Hak?" she asked after swallowing.

"Soo-Won his with his father, and Hak is with his guardian," Orihime answered, feeding Yona another spoonful of porridge.

The violet eyes of the red haired princess gaze at her older sister worriedly. "Sister, you should go, or else you'll catch my cold."

Orihime beamed. "Don't worry, Yona. My body's strong!" she puffed proudly. "I don't catch colds!"

Yona awed at her sister.

"What she means is that idiots don't catch colds."

Both princesses started, eyes wide and staring at Hak and Soo-Won by the door.

"Hak? Soo-Won? What are you guys doing here?" the redhead asked.

"I thought you guys were at the meeting?" Orihime inquired, feeding her baby sister another spoonful of rice porridge.

"The meetings over," Hak deadpanned.

"Rei-Son is looking for you, Princess Orihime," Soo-Won added in. "He said to fetch you for your history lesson."

"Aww! I hate history!" the auburn haired princess pouted.

Her little cousin tilted his head in confusion. "And why's that?" he inquired.

"Because it's boring!" she complained loudly. "It's just battles, battles, and more battles! Why are people fighting all the time? If everyone got along, think of how much happier everyone will be! Then everyone can play together, pick flowers, play in the snow, lots of things together!"

Hak stalked towards her, and flicked her forehead, earning painful yelp from the older princess. "Sorry, Princess," he said in a tone that was filled with fake sincerity. The mischievous glint in his eyes and the annoying smirk were all added clues to his lack of tact. "I had to make sure your head was filled with things other than hot air," he teased her.

"That's a mean thing to say, Hak!" Orihime whined. She huffed indignantly, returning back to feeding her sister. "My head is the same as everybody else's," she added.

The raven haired boy snorted. "If you call being an airheaded ditz normal."

"Be quiet, meanie!" she shouted, her cheeks puffed out and her face red with anger.

Soon enough, the door and it revealed a very irate middle age man with a goatee. His furious, green eyes scanned the room until he spotted a certain auburn haired princess. His lips turned into a snarl.

"Princess Orihime!" he growled. "So this is where you've been?"

"Rei-Son!" Orihime screeched in terror. She looked around, frantically searching for a hiding spot. She decided to just hide behind Hak.

"Don't use me to hide!" Hak protested. He stepped away to expose the barely concealed girl.

Before she could whine at the raven haired boy, she was yanked by the scruff of her yellow kimono.

"Come along, Princess Orihime!" Rei-Son commanded. "It's time to begin your history lesson."

"No!" she protested, struggling in the man's hold. "I hate history!"

"Why must you always be difficult, Princess?" her history instructor said in a tone of a man losing the last of his patience.

"But my baby sister's sick! I need to take care of her!"

"One of the maids or servants can care for Princess Yona!"

The auburn haired princess clawed at the wooden floorboards, hoping it would stop her . Her gray eyes glanced pleasingly at Soo-Won and Hak. "Hak! Soo-Won! Help me!"

"Sorry, Princess. This is your problem, not mine," Hak replied bluntly.

"My father would be mad at me if I got in trouble, Orihime," Soo-Won said sheepishly.

She gaped at the boys, appallingly. They are abandoning her?! In her time of need? "Traitors!" she shrieked bitterly. "The both of you! Traitors!"

"Princess, stop this childish behavior, and come with me!" Rei-Son griped coarsely, grabbing the young girl by the waist.

"No! I want to live! I want to live!"

And she was forcibly dragged out the door after that.

Soo-Won and Hak ended up catching Yona's cold, and they spent the next day laying bed in the same nursing room as her.

Now Orihime was busy nursing three children.

"How did you guys catch Yona's cold?" she questioned in disbelief, putting a hot towel on Soo-Won's forehead.

"The question is… How didn't you catch your sister's cold, Princess Orihime?" Soo-Won inquired, intrigued by the older girl's strong immune system.

"Didn't I say it before? Idiots don't get sick," Hak snidely remarked.

"Quiet, Hak!" Orihime huffed, angrily squashing his face with her palm. She paced over the large, covered pot she had in the corner.

"What's that, Sister?" Yona asked, curiously staring at the pot.

The older princess smile. She seemed almost giddy and proud. "I made rice porridge! Is everyone hungry?"

The younger kids' eager anticipation almost instantly transformed sickening green nausea into once they witnessed the disgusting abomination Orihime calls a 'rice porridge'. They all paled considerably at the wretched sight. The whole porridge was a nasty, gooey green color. It was bubbling ferociously, which was a definite bad sign.

She poured the putrid stuff in each bowl, happily humming away. She carefully carted the bowls their way, and Yona, Hak, and Soo-Won crawled away in terror.

Orihime craned her head in confusion when she saw the pained expressions on their faces. She set the bowls down, and inched towards them.

"What's wrong, you guys?" Orihime questioned. "Is your fever getting worse?" She touched each of their foreheads. "Your fevers not any worse," she observed. "It look like you guys are in pain. Why? Does your tummy hurt?"

Gray eyes stared at the three younger kids in concern. "I'll make the pain go away!" She placed her hand on Yona's forehead. "Pain, pain, go away!" she chanted childishly. She did the same to Soo-Won. And then to Hak.

The three children didn't have the heart to tell that it's her cooking that's causing them pain.

(A/N: That's it! The first chapter! The first few chapters is focused on Orihime's childhood before it hits the plot. Remember, this just follows the anime. However, since the anime ended on an open ended, 'go read the manga' type of ending after the Awa arc, it's going to completely original from then out. I never read the manga, and I don't plan to. Like I said, I'm not that of fan of Yona of the Dawn. But I am a huge Hak fan. He's the primary reason I'm even writing this fanfic. I'm a sucker for guys with black hair and blue eyes, okay?

Orihime - 7

Hak - 5

Soo-Won - 5

Yona - 3

Thanks for reading!

I am planning to write a second Bleach/Yona of the Dawn fanfic some time in the future. It would be Orihime reincarnation story, unlike this one. With Ichigo/Orihime/Hak as the main pairing. What do you think? Tell me!)