Orihime, a young high school girl,
was cornered in an ally way. She
was in her uniform seeing as she
was on her way to school. She was
cornered sa pamamagitan ng a group of thugs
whom decided to have what they
called fun with Orihime.
One of the thugs stepped forward
and approached her. He was a tall
pale skinned man. He had black hair
that was cut shot and a very sharp
face. He smirked and continued to
approach her. The other men
around him did the same.
Orihime felt trapped and scared.
She also had the sick feeling they
were going to harm her in some
sort of way. The lack haired man
went and grabbed her wrist and
pulled at...

Karakura Town was glowing, not
just from its usual amalgamation
of building, street, and car lights,
but from the colorful lanterns that
hung on the many stalls along the
streets. The entire town was alight
in a multitude of hues. It gave the
tanzaku stuck on the bamboo poles
and the variegated yukata of
passers-by a beautiful radiance
only seen during Tanabata.
It made her glow, too, or so Ichigo
thought. Those bahaghari lights gave
Inoue Orihime an almost ethereal
appearance, and Ichigo couldn't
take his eyes off of her as she
browsed through stalls selling
delicious treats and hand-made
crafts. The smile she...

Humming softly to herself, Orihime
bustled about the small apartment,
putting away freshly folded
laundry. Although it was one of few
chores that she loathed, she did it
without question, especially since
her husband was busy with another
large-scale project for his firm and
wasn't tahanan as often as he usually
was. A soft giggle escaped her and
her cheeks flushed slightly at the
thought.
Her husband.
Even though they had been married
for well over a year, she always
became rather giggly when she
thought that she had finally, after
all these years, married the man of
her dreams. Glancing at the
wedding ring on...