01-27-2016, 11:40 PM
Orihime wondered how long she was going to continue to fall, and more importantly what happened to Zabajin.
“Am I dead?” thought the girl melancholy. She kept falling down the pitch dark, black hole, at a speed that made her experience vertigo. This familiarity reminded her of the portals she would have to take to get from Karakura Town to The Soul Society. The only difference was before she knew she would come out the other side safely while here she only knew the potential impending doom of reaching the bottom. She didn’t know what was worse, the unbearable silence, the inevitable, potential bone-crushing impact, or the fear that she would be stuck here in an inescapable loop.
“Why does this always happen to me?” she moaned while peering her eyes for any sight of the ground.
It’s abrupt impact with the ground was as pleasant as Orihime expected, but not life threatening. The blunt force of the collision made her blackout, experiencing darkness all over again.
“Uuuhhragh” the red haired girl grunted, lazily opening her eyes to see her delicate hand on a smooth, pallid exterior. Bringing her long fingers into a fist, she thought back to her cell in Wackomundo. “”Did I ever leave? Was it all just a dream”” The disbelief that her entire wondrous adventure was only a facade she cooked up inside her mind made her weep. “No.” she whispered to herself, feeling bottled up emotions beginning to resurface. “Ichigo, No”
She found little motivation to pick herself off the ground and explore her surroundings. When she was finally on two feet she observed that this place was somewhere she had never been before. Looking around, she found herself in a temple of some sort, with marvelous marble columns and decorative ornamental plaster. Orihime approached a crystal blue pool in the center of the room graciously, looking at her reflection. She stroked her face tenderly with her hand and in a slight panic, she noticed all her scars, bumps and bruises from training with The troll Cheif Zabajin had vanished. The only piece of furniture that she could see in the room was a gorgeous statue of a Goddess. The goddess held a strong presence in this place, her eyes focusing on an invisible target.
“”Maybe I am dead?” she pondered, as she admired the stunning stone hero. Speaking to her now, she asked: “Is this heaven?”
“It is not” Out of nowhere a voice broke the silence and answered her, causing Orihime to jump out of her skin.
Spinning herself around at the speed of a level 5 tornado, she turned to face a ghostly presence of an old man. He told her that he needed her help and that he was the reason she was brought to this place. His story broke the young girl's heart as he filled her in on his misfortunate past and current predicament. She remembered back when she first helped a spirit cross over into The Soul Society. The Soul Society is an afterlife, otherwise known as a spirit world. Most souls dwell there until they are once again reincarnated into the human world. It resembled a paradise, where most times it's better than the world of the living problems like hunger isn’t. It was the first time that Orihime had seen the ritual of Soul Burial, it was something she would never forget for as long as she lived.
The girl was only six years old when a vehicle lost control and found its way onto the sidewalk that the girl walked on, killing her instantly. She was so scared and confused, not understanding that she no longer walked with the living. Spending years in a lost puzzled state, she spent all that time crying out to her mother. It was not until that fateful day where she crossed paths with her and Ichigo she would still be there. The crying attracted their attention first when they followed it back they saw her presence, hiding behind dumpster bins.
“Are you ok?” Ichigo asked tenderly, lowering himself to her level.
“I want my mommy.” the girl cried in between sobs.
Ichigo knew immediately that she was a spirit that needed help crossing over but it took Orihime a second to realize that she was, in fact, dead and in trouble.
“Where is your mommy?” cooed Orihime as she reached to stroke her hair, taken aback to find her hand went right through her.
“I” she stopped in between sobs “I don't know!” the girl exploding in uncontrollable wailing.
“Hey.” Ichigo purred, “It’s ok, don’t worry I am here to help” his smooth, buttery words instantly relieved the distraught child.
Then without a second thought, he helped her cross over into The Soul Society, her soul finally at rest.
She remembered how she gazed at Ichigo, in that moment she decided that she was in fact in love with him. It did not matter who you were if you were a good person and you needed help, Ichigo would be there. He would help no matter what the cost, even if it threatened his life. That was the person he was and that is who Orihime strived to be like. She thought about what Ichigo would do if he was here right now, listening to this spirit's plea for help. Knowing the answering immediately, she vowed: “I will help you. I don't know how much I can help, but I will do my best!”
The spirit seemed relieved to hear that she would help, as he approached closer to the artistic creation. A view of longing filled his tired eyes as he gazed upon the excellence of the ivory statue.
“Where do I start?” Orihime coaxed the troubled spirit.
“Am I dead?” thought the girl melancholy. She kept falling down the pitch dark, black hole, at a speed that made her experience vertigo. This familiarity reminded her of the portals she would have to take to get from Karakura Town to The Soul Society. The only difference was before she knew she would come out the other side safely while here she only knew the potential impending doom of reaching the bottom. She didn’t know what was worse, the unbearable silence, the inevitable, potential bone-crushing impact, or the fear that she would be stuck here in an inescapable loop.
“Why does this always happen to me?” she moaned while peering her eyes for any sight of the ground.
It’s abrupt impact with the ground was as pleasant as Orihime expected, but not life threatening. The blunt force of the collision made her blackout, experiencing darkness all over again.
“Uuuhhragh” the red haired girl grunted, lazily opening her eyes to see her delicate hand on a smooth, pallid exterior. Bringing her long fingers into a fist, she thought back to her cell in Wackomundo. “”Did I ever leave? Was it all just a dream”” The disbelief that her entire wondrous adventure was only a facade she cooked up inside her mind made her weep. “No.” she whispered to herself, feeling bottled up emotions beginning to resurface. “Ichigo, No”
She found little motivation to pick herself off the ground and explore her surroundings. When she was finally on two feet she observed that this place was somewhere she had never been before. Looking around, she found herself in a temple of some sort, with marvelous marble columns and decorative ornamental plaster. Orihime approached a crystal blue pool in the center of the room graciously, looking at her reflection. She stroked her face tenderly with her hand and in a slight panic, she noticed all her scars, bumps and bruises from training with The troll Cheif Zabajin had vanished. The only piece of furniture that she could see in the room was a gorgeous statue of a Goddess. The goddess held a strong presence in this place, her eyes focusing on an invisible target.
“”Maybe I am dead?” she pondered, as she admired the stunning stone hero. Speaking to her now, she asked: “Is this heaven?”
“It is not” Out of nowhere a voice broke the silence and answered her, causing Orihime to jump out of her skin.
Spinning herself around at the speed of a level 5 tornado, she turned to face a ghostly presence of an old man. He told her that he needed her help and that he was the reason she was brought to this place. His story broke the young girl's heart as he filled her in on his misfortunate past and current predicament. She remembered back when she first helped a spirit cross over into The Soul Society. The Soul Society is an afterlife, otherwise known as a spirit world. Most souls dwell there until they are once again reincarnated into the human world. It resembled a paradise, where most times it's better than the world of the living problems like hunger isn’t. It was the first time that Orihime had seen the ritual of Soul Burial, it was something she would never forget for as long as she lived.
The girl was only six years old when a vehicle lost control and found its way onto the sidewalk that the girl walked on, killing her instantly. She was so scared and confused, not understanding that she no longer walked with the living. Spending years in a lost puzzled state, she spent all that time crying out to her mother. It was not until that fateful day where she crossed paths with her and Ichigo she would still be there. The crying attracted their attention first when they followed it back they saw her presence, hiding behind dumpster bins.
“Are you ok?” Ichigo asked tenderly, lowering himself to her level.
“I want my mommy.” the girl cried in between sobs.
Ichigo knew immediately that she was a spirit that needed help crossing over but it took Orihime a second to realize that she was, in fact, dead and in trouble.
“Where is your mommy?” cooed Orihime as she reached to stroke her hair, taken aback to find her hand went right through her.
“I” she stopped in between sobs “I don't know!” the girl exploding in uncontrollable wailing.
“Hey.” Ichigo purred, “It’s ok, don’t worry I am here to help” his smooth, buttery words instantly relieved the distraught child.
Then without a second thought, he helped her cross over into The Soul Society, her soul finally at rest.
She remembered how she gazed at Ichigo, in that moment she decided that she was in fact in love with him. It did not matter who you were if you were a good person and you needed help, Ichigo would be there. He would help no matter what the cost, even if it threatened his life. That was the person he was and that is who Orihime strived to be like. She thought about what Ichigo would do if he was here right now, listening to this spirit's plea for help. Knowing the answering immediately, she vowed: “I will help you. I don't know how much I can help, but I will do my best!”
The spirit seemed relieved to hear that she would help, as he approached closer to the artistic creation. A view of longing filled his tired eyes as he gazed upon the excellence of the ivory statue.
“Where do I start?” Orihime coaxed the troubled spirit.
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