The Demon King ( An Ulquihime fanfic)

The Kidnap

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor do I own the characters, I just own the story line.

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"Please, I'm begging you, let me go," she cried, tears flowing down her face creating a river in the process. Her grey eyes were full of terror and anxiety. Her heart was palpitating within her chest, feeling as if it will burst right out then and there. She struggled against her captors, the ropes in which her wrists were constricted with. Burning her skin as she wiggled them about trying to get free. She wanted to go home, back to reality, where everything was normal and nothing was distorted. When fables were just that, stories. Yet, this was all so very real.

“There will be no release for you Miss Inoue,” a monotone voice says “You are my captive, mine, and mine alone”

Two hours earlier

“Phew,” a tired Orihime says as she falls onto her couch exhausted. It had been a stressful day at work, the bakery had never been as busy as it is today. The couch made a soft ‘thud’ as she collided with the soft cushions. Kicking her shoes off, she closed her eyes and put her arm across her face. Reflecting on her day she felt her cheeks flush at the inappropriate comments of some of the customers.

When she had been serving one of the customers at a table she felt something cross her behind, the ghost of a hand and then comments were made. She sits up and shakes her head trying to forget it all. As the thoughts, go others flash through her mind. Ichigo had walked into the bakery, it was the first time she had seen him in three years and she felt every part of her light up at seeing her childhood crush.

He had been as handsome as she remembered. Tall and masculine, his hair the same vibrant colour it always was. He looked older though, more grown up and not that teenager he once was. She had felt her cheeks flush by looking at him and her dreams about marrying him once again came to light and swept her up. That was, until Rukia walked in and took his hand. Her heart had felt shattered in her chest, broken like when he first made the decision to move away, it broke even more so when she was sent to serve them and discovered they were married and starting a life together.

Ichigo was studying at a university in Tokyo and Rukia had followed him, in pursuit of winning his heart. They were back in Karakura town for the summer holidays visiting their family and friends again. They had mentioned how they should meet up and have a coffee and have a proper catch up, but Orihime declined mentioning how she was scheduled to work most of the summer and had much to do.

 So then it was then Orihime’s turn to narrate what she had done at University. She had recently graduated from a Philosophy course and would be going on to work for the University as an assistant to the professor for a year whilst she sorts her life out. For now, she was working her summer to earn money to make a decent living. After that, she had been rather dazed and distracted at work, getting order slightly mixed up and there were a few broken plates. Yes today had been a rather bad day for Orihime Inoue.

Walking down the hallway of her small flat she walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. After her stressful day she needed to distress and relax and what better way to do that then have a nice hot shower.  Undressing and stepping into the shower she lets the hot water rid her of all the knots and tension that had built in her shoulders. Usually at times like this she could forget about anything and everything but the thoughts of Ichigo and Rukia kept appearing in her mind, over and over.

Once she had showered and dried herself she put on some fresh clothes and padded into the kitchen. Opening the fridge she saw that it was empty and sighed. Then collecting her coat, purse, keys and bag left the small flat and walked back into the cold air. It was the beginning of the winter season and the night air was nipping her nose, the cold turning it to a red colour. Pulling her hood up of her coat she hurried to the nearest supermarket. As she rounded a corner her foot slipped on some ice and she felt herself tumble to the ground.