#acosian

[hyacintho-hime]

Bruelyviane Fortuna AU

When a man randomly fell through her roof one day Orihime had, at first, thought she'd fallen into another daydream. So when he had frantically grabbed her shoulders and begged, pleaded, for her to say she was his sister, she had agreed to his request. The man's face changed from panicked to joyful as he picked Orihime up and spun her around in gratitude. In response she grinned thinking this was a really great dream, she had a brand new brother! Not that she'd ever want to replaced Sora in anyway.

It was somewhere into the second spin that three big men broke down Orihime's door, giant swords drawn at the ready. What occurred after this remains to be a bit of a blur to Orihime.

In summary there were threats, pointed swords, and it ended up with them forcibly taking her away from her house to 'pay off her brother dearests debts'. And that was how Orihime ended up where she currently was, hands bound and in the back of a caravan about to be sold. Even though she was torn between crying and laughing, because this was all so ridiculous it absolutely had to be a dream, she held onto a certain facade of calmness.

Orihime stared at the dirty canvas that served to block out the hot sun and shook with the rickety cart she sat in. She was hot, sweaty, and very tired from having refused to sleep in two days. Clear as water, the same water she desperately wished for as they hadn't given her any despite the oppressive heat, she could hear Tatsuki's strong voice in her head telling her this is what happens when you accept weird offers from strangers.

That thought made her smile a little bit, she missed Tatsuki a lot since she'd moved away. And Orihime knew in her heart of hearts that had she been around she would have somehow managed to save her. Alas there was no time to continue down that route of thought though as one of the thugs that had grabbed her pounded on the side of the cart. "Hop out princess! You've reached your last stop with us so get yer ass out of there."

Flinching at the way the wood beneath her shuddered from his fist Orihime answered him quietly, politely, but as though there had been any question about it, "No thank you."

The thug grunted and ignored her tentative rebellion completely. He reached inside the cart and hauled her out by her arm. Orihime made to elbow him in the face, it was something like a last ditch effort of escape, but he caught her elbow and threw her over his shoulder. Struggling against the man Orihime was carried along a few dozen paces before she was dropped unceremoniously on her bum.

"Here's your pack mule merchant."

Orihime squinted at the bright sunlight as she looked up to see the man she'd just been sold to. Surprisingly he wasn't skeevy or evil looking as she'd imagined. No, he in fact looked a bit like a scarecrow what with his blonde hair and confounded expression. Unable to filter her thoughts from reaching her mouth Orihime proceeded to blurt her musings aloud.

"I'm sorry for calling you a scarecrow," she barked out immediately afterwards with wide eyes. Averting her eyes to the caravan that was now driving away Orihime sweated not only from the hot sun but in fear for having spoken so brazenly.

[hyacintho-hime]

When Orihime had seen that hollow ready to attack an unsuspecting middle schooler she had jumped in without thinking. Her shield was up to defend the poor boy before she had even been conscious of the fact she wanted to defend him. The battle had been rather quick but not without a cost. After all when you are fighting on the behalf on another it leaves yourself open to injury. And in a shower of golden copper strands Orihime had suffer one of her most painful injuries to date.

Before she had vanquished the Hollow it had swiped at her and rather than beheading her, as its intent had been, it had lopped off half of her long tresses with its scythe like appendage. And now Orihime was inconsolable.

It didn't matter that it had been by accident and in no way optional Orihime still felt as though she had betrayed Sora again. He had always loved her hair so much, he'd said it was like god had made her hair specially for her, and once more it was all gone.

Right after the incident in a fit of panicked mania Orihime had tried to even out the damage and just made it worse.

Now her hair brushed against her neck, a constant reminder of what happened, and Orihime had hidden herself in her room refusing to let anyone in but Kisuke. Her shame in her appearance was too great to let anyone see her, to witness what had become of the thing her brother had thought more precious than gold. Orihime only let him in because she knew Kisuke would worry more if he couldn't see her. And even in the state she was in she didn't want to cause any worry to her Daddy Hat'n'Clogs.

Clutching at her knees Orihime stared sullenly at her bedroom wall wishing there was a rewind button to reverse what had happened.

[strayinu]

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I'M STILL TRYING TO GET OVER THE MEME COMMENT THAT YOU SAID TO UMI, I CAN'T BREATHE??? thank youre the best god bless youre hella radical soul continue ruining mayuri i paid good money to see this B)

[hyacintho-hime]

Merry Christmas Daddy Hat'n'Clogs

It had taken nearly four months to complete Kisuke's present.

Had she not been making it in secret Orihime would have made it faster but she was a firm believer in presents being a surprise. Especially birthday and Christmas presents. And since what she'd been working on was a Christmas present it was of the up most importance that he didn't know what she'd made him.

Orihime was happy to say mission accomplished.

With the up most care she folded his gift and placed it on the white side of some cheerful discount wrapping paper she'd picked up a year ago. Kisuke's was her last present to wrap because it was the most important. This was their first Christmas together as father and daughter and Orihime wanted everything to go perfectly.

Deft hands quickly folded and taped the paper neatly leaving behind no awkwardly crinkled folds. When the whole package was secured in the wrapping paper Orihime pulled out a shimmery gray ribbon and tied a simple bow around the package. Her daddy wasn't much for fancy things so she didn't add anything else besides a small tag with his name on it, so that everyone would know it was his gift.

She leaned back and observed her handy work triple checking for any mistakes. Once Orihime was satisfied that it was as perfect as it could be she smiled softly excited for when he would open it.

The not so small insecure part of her brain was worried he wouldn't like the sweater she'd knitted him. After all she'd never seen Kisuke wear anything like it. But she knew if nothing else he would love the effort and thought she'd put into it. Even when Orihime had set pot of water on fire when trying to make him a great Father's Day dinner, how it had happened was an absolute mystery, he hadn't been upset he'd just been glad she was okay. Smiling even more at the warm fuzzy tummy feelings that came from knowing someone loved you utterly and unconditionally Orihime stood up taking the present with her.

Trying to be as sneaky as possible she stuck her head out of her door making sure no one was awake then crept out of her room and made for where the tree had been set up. Tip toeing her way past everyone's rooms she managed to be quiet, for her, and made it to her destination. Silently she high-fived herself before kneeling at the base of the tree.

Orihime slipped the present under the tree imagining what the sweater would look like on Kisuke.

The dull metal colored yarn she'd chosen would look good with his hair. Although she might have gone a bit far in knitting in the words 'World's Best Dad' in black bold print on the front and back. There was no way to know if how much he would love it or dislike it until tomorrow morning though. Christmas morning. The first Christmas morning with her new family.

Giggling with joy at such thoughts she flopped down on her back to stare at the Christmas tree from a new perspective. At first Orihime thought herself too excited to sleep even for a moment, really she felt like she used to while waiting for Santa. But while gazing at the fairy lights that were still on and wrapped amongst the branches she did exactly that.

It was the best sleep she'd ever had.

[hyacintho-hime]

A drabble about Orihime on her wedding day:

Orihime had pictured her future a million different times and in hundreds of thousands of different ways. And while some of those fantasies had involved her getting married in truth she had never thought it would really happen.

It wasn't that Orihime thought no one would ever want to marry her, or that she would never want to marry anyone at all, it just didn't seem like it would ever happen.

But here she was standing one step away from the aisle that lead to marriage.

She couldn't breathe and it was the most precious moment of breathlessness Orihime had ever known.

The music started up beckoning her to walk forward and all the guests turned to watch her with excitement in their eyes. The church was beautifully adorned in flowers of every color, and her fiancee stood there at the end of it all beaming at her with a smile reserved only for her. Everything looked perfect, everything was perfect except for one thing.

Orihime would be walking down the aisle alone.

Until this moment the thought of having no one to walk with her to the alter hadn't bothered her a bit. But now that she was one step away from it all the thought of moving forward was terrifying.

The sudden fear of continuing on alone made no logical sense to Orihime. But then again when do feelings and logic coincide?

Hands ever so slightly trembling around the bouquet of chrysanthemums she held Orihime desperately, selfishly, wished her brother was still alive if only for a moment, to be here, to give her the strength to walk forward.

And then a warm arm slipped into the crook of her own.

Startled she looked up and felt relief seep through her when she saw a familiar face smiling softly down at her.

“I hope this isn't too presumptuous of me,” he whispered looking a little scared that Orihime would indeed think this too much.

She smiled brilliantly as the sun and shook her head tears of happiness gleaming like gossamer in the corners of her eyes.

“No it isn't too much.”

Properly grasping his arm they stepped forward in unison no more words needing to be said. Orihime looked as much the blushing bride as anyone could ever be as they slowly marched down the aisle. The anxiety from before melting away to be replaced by a happiness that words could never describe. And her partner almost looked the part of father of the bride except to for a bright green and white striped hat that clashed horribly with his suit.

When the aisle ended and he went to go back to his seat Orihime stopped him. Reaching up to plant a sweet kiss against his cheek she murmured, “Thank you Kisuke.”

His responding grin was the kind only a father could give his daughter.