Ho͘w lo͏n͜g ̷u͞nţil͏ ̸I̧'m ͜n͠o͝t͝ ̡n͡ee͟ded?̵
How long had it been since that nightmare? How long had she slept every day, seeing those empty eyes boring into hers, reflecting only her imminent death? How long had she seen that man--that thing striding through the city streets, his very presence tearing away at the reality around him? Her skin shivered as she recalled it, the ice-cold flash that ran up her spine. What had that silver-haired man called him? Aizen.
Just like them, she thought to herself as her eyes cast about the classroom to focus in on the girl that sat a few seats from her, the girl with vibrant hair compared to everyone else; the very girl she had sworn to herself that she would protect, no matter the cost. How helpless she had become -- how suffocating it had been, to stand in that man's presence.
How could she possibly hold a burden like that anymore? If these were the kinds of nightmares that Orihime was going to be up against, how could she possibly keep to her word anymore? But more importantly, how could Orihime keep all of this a secret from her? Everything they had been through together, all of the tears and blood and suffering -- and she had been lying to her. For how long? How long had she been kept in the dark...?
Frustration built up; she was her family. Both her and Ichigo had been hiding things from her. She was their family! How could you keep your own family in the dark if you were in trouble? How could you so blatantly lie to them? Orihime could have died and she would have never known the real reason!
Because of those... shinigami.
That man. That Aizen. She felt her body begin to shake again, that curl of fear rousing in her gut; it made her want to puke. She could hardly focus on anything anymore, always feeling like he was lurking just beyond her shoulder. Always paranoid that he would walk out from behind a corner, smiling simply at her as he had done before, prepared to strike her down and--
Her hands clenched; these shinigami were monsters. She had to know why Orihime was lying to her all this time. Standing up during the session, interrupting the professor with little care, she quickly rushed to Orihime and grabbed her wrist, tugging her along as gently yet firmly as she could until they were outside and alone. She turned to her, hands rolled into quaking fists as she stared at the woman whom she had come to know as a sister, face clenched in a mixture of fear and anger.
"When were you going to tell me about all of this, Orihime?"
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