Hello there! Yea, this is my first Bleach story ever, I have fanfiction stories, but they are kinda old and im a bit rusty. So yea tell me what you think!

Orhime just laid there. In her room with no one around her.

It was like this since she came back from Hueco Mundo, quiet and distant. Most of all she felt… empty.

Ever since the winter war ended she was like this. She was not in the mood for any of it, especially when Soul Society threw a big festival. Everyone was happy that the war had ended. Everyone.

Rangenku had her best friend back, Gin Ichimaru, and he was welcomed with opened arms for helping to defeat Aizen last minuet. The Captain Commander let this treason slide just this once, as a thank you for the soul society. So Gin was even happier than Rangenku, he even opened his eyes and smiled like a normal person instead of his usual fox look.

The 11th Division had a big feast and Kenpchi drank all the sake he wanted. His booming laughter was heard all around as he raised his cup in the air along side Byakuya's hand which was holding Jasmine Tea. They both drank with eachother and the 6th and 11th Division was no longer known enemy's throughout the Sereitei.

The former 3rd Espada Neliel Tu Oderschvank was now in her full grown form, curtsey of Mayuri of the 12th Division, along with her fraccion were welcomed as allies against Aizen.

Toshiro was especially happy because Orihime came just in time to save Hinamor's life. Momo still had that sad look on her face, but seeing Toshiro happy just slapped that smile right back on.

The vizards weren't as lucky with their comrade Hiyori. Unohana tried her best when she returned, but all they had was enough to say their goodbyes to the young girl. They came to the celebration as well under the circumstances, in all black. The Shinigami and Squad Captains gave their condolences, most to Hikaro Shinji. He just smiled his big toothy grin and so did the rest of the vizards. Orihime was with Hachi at the time when she saw Ichigo talk to Shinji. She could hear what they were saying.

"Are you going to be alright?" She heard Ichigo ask.

"Yes, it's best to live on and treat it as everyday life, other wise Hiyori will be pissed that we are crying over her." Chuckled Shinji.

"That sounds a lot like Hiyori."

Shinji hummed in agreement.

"I'm sorry Hikaro, if I had shown up with Inoue instead of Unohana, then she would still be-"

"No Ichigo its not-"Orihime couldn't listen anymore of it. She knew why Ichigo took Unohana instead of her. It was because she wouldn't budge from the spot she stood as she watched him fade away. Dust still in hand and eyes glazed with shock, she ignored Uyruu and Ichigo's cries and looked at the spot where he was.

She didn't want to move. For so long, since her brother's death she wished for someone to reach out to her, and finally it happens, but with someone who is the enemy, her kidnapper, her caretaker. Someone who didn't even believe in the heart was asking for hers. Someone who thought of the heart as an organ and nothing more. She had the chance to teach him, and make him realize that he needed the thing he loathed most. The one piece of him that was missing…

And she let him slip through her fingers…

She couldn't remember some things, like how she got from Hueco Mundo to the party or when she left to go to her apartment. She remembered healing Ishida's wounds at Hueco Mundo. She remembered talking to Hachi at the party. She also remembered entering her home.

An empty home.

Of course Rangenku and Toshiro wouldn't be here, they were still at the celebration. She decided that she was going to take a shower and go to bed. After the shower she went striate to bed, only to lie awake for the rest of the night… and every night after.

"I must be loosing it." She said to herself, "I cant sleep, I must be going insane."

Everything should be long forgotten. She should be happy to be back with her friends. She was happy.

…was she? Maybe before, but not now.

Now, still laying in her bed, she asks herself-

Why did he reach out to her?

Why did he look content?

Why did he fade away?

Her hand clenched her chest where her heart lay.

Why did she feel so empty?

Why did it hurt sp much?

She hated this feeling. Every time she thought of him, her heart would ache terribly. Like some one set fire to her heart and the burn won't go away. She felt like her soul had been split in two, and a piece of her was missing.

Her heart ached because of him.

For him.

And she hated it.

She would cry herself to sleep sometimes because she could bare the pain. It always got worst before she slept.

It felt like the only time she didn't feel pain, where she could escape to, was her dreams. Where she was never alone and the pain was just a distant memory.

A man would greet her silently and take her into his warm embrace, and for one, in a long time, she was happy. She loved it here with this man, she didn't care who it turned out to be, he took her pain away, so she was grateful.

She knew it was a dream, but she didn't care.

As long as there was no pain, she would never care.

She sighed in the man's embrace as they lay with one another. He head resting on his chest, his right arm draped lazily over her waist while his left played with her fiery stands.

It all felt so real to her, his warmth, his scent, his kisses.

But they would always come at the end, where she would see those gorgeous emerald orbs as he pressed their foreheads together before kissing her gently. She closed her eyes at the contact.

She woke up when it was over.

She didn't realize she fell asleep this time, and she hazily remembered the dream she had.

As soon as she remembered his eyes, they pain came running back, and it was worst than ever. Tears welled up in her eyes as she winced. She needed to say it, it helped sometimes when she did but the pain was still there afterward, but she needed to say it so badly.

"Ulquiorra…" Orhime whimpered, curling into a ball, sobbing as she held her heart.

.:We were given: Two hands to hold. To legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find:.

There was no reason for her to have these feelings when she thought of the Cuatro Espada, he was so cold to her, never looked at her twice like the Sinco and Sexta Espada, Nnoitra and Grimmjow, did. He was to take care of her, feed her, lead her to the wash rooms and protect her from harm by other Arracars. He was doing so as his duty to Aizen, nothing more.

But the pain was just to unbearable. It was this horrible feeling. It felt like how she felt when…

When Sora died.

She choked on a sob as she walked down the path; her hair fell past her shoulders, covering her eyes. She didn't wear her hairpins today, but she kept them close to her in her short's pocket. She sniffed and tried to wipe away the tears, but more just kept on falling. She didn't care that she looked pathetic; Sora told her that if she was in pain, she could cry all she wanted.

Though it didn't matter that she wanted to cry or not, she just couldn't stop.

She kept on walking on the path until she reached her destination; Urahara's Shop.

She was told by Yoroichi that 'Hat'n'Clogs' wanted to schedule private therapy sessions, just in case she suffered any trauma, so she agreed to it. She thought it would've been nice to talk about what happened to another person, and was sure that the other wouldn't tell anybody, also she didn't have her friends worried about them, because they wouldn't know. She was happy for that.

So she went two days every week for the past month, and it was all good. Her first session, all she did was talk about were the people that surrounded her everyday lifestyle at Hueco Mundo. He asked me what they did with me and I answered him point blank.

"Aizen said I was an honored guest, some even called me princessa." Her eyes narrowed a bit, "But it felt more like a prison to me."

With each visit she told him something new, while the questions grew more personal.

"Did any of them rape you?" I said no to that one, because no one dared to touch me, with the exception with Nnoitra, Loly, and Menoly, everyone was either too scared to touch me or they were disgusted with me. After all, I was Aizen-sama's honored guest.

Then he asked her about him.

The pain burned her like acid. She never told Urahara about it, but maybe today she will.

She collapsed on the porch of his shop and writhed in pain. She couldn't get up, she was loosing to the pain so she did the only thing that she thought was valid at that moment.

She screamed.

"Urahara!" She cried curling up into a ball as they pain took hold of her, her hand over her heart in hopes that it would calm it.

Urahara came running in as soon as he heard the scream, throwing open the sliding door to find a pain ridden Orihime. He was at her side in an instant.

"Don't worry Hime I got you." He said in a hushed voice, helping her up.

"Urahara!" Orhime gasped for air, "It hurts! My chest! My heart… Burns!" She choked as she hit her chest to as if to show him an open wound.

Urahara's eyes widen for a split second before taking Orhime in a warm embrace as a father would with his daughter.

He shushed her and stroked her hair while she cried into his should. It felt warm in the embrace, but not like his.

But it eased the pain.

"Sleep now Hime." He whispered rubbing her back softly. She was sniffing by the time she was lulled to sleep by his voice. He smiled a bit as he picked her up bridal style and carried her to the futon in the main room.

He laid the still sleeping Orhime, and walked out the room and to the porch. He looked up to the sky with a dark frown, as he watched some dark clouds roll in.

So it begins.

.:Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop:.

Okay there it is! My first Bleach story! So tell me how you like it, if there was too much detail, not enough detail. Give me something here, I am dyeing to know! This was a prewritten story so the story line would stick the script, but if you all have ideas, Ill write them down for another story. Love ya guys, and remember…

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