This is the edited version of my story Kidnapped. The plot remains the same, although there will probably be some small changes. Enjoy!

Chapter 0: Introduction

Orihime Inoue was your typical female High School student. She was kind, caring and probably the brightest person at school. That went for both her personality and her intellect. The girl was smart, one of the top students of Karakura High.

But she was in no way arrogant. The girl had a modest soul, partially forged from living with her brother until he died when she had been only twelve. He was all she'd had. Her parents were drunkards that had not been capable of taking care of their own children. It was why Sora had taken her away from them when she'd been three and he eighteen. Now, after the death of her beloved brother, she lived alone in the apartment that the two used to share.

Her best friend was Tatsuki Arisawa. The two were inseparable and the Karate champion had a protective streak towards her friend, always keeping her out of harm's way. Sometimes even saving he girl from her other friends, namely Chizuru. Orihime didn't quite get why, but Chizuru just had a thing for her voluptuous chest and tended to show that flair by groping her. It was more than just embarrassing.

Other people she could list as friends were Rukia, the girl who had only recently transferred, as well as her and Tatsuki's childhood friend Ichigo Kurosaki. Orihime has had a crush on him for quite a while, but never found the courage to tell him so. So she remained in the shadows, watching and caring for him silently.

Other friends were Chad and Uryuu. She liked them both. Chad for his soft character and Uryuu for his maturity and composedness. She always enjoyed having a talk with them.

But even underneath all that positive attitude, she had one secret that only her closest friends knew of. She could use magic. Now, before you go and say she was crazy, you should listen to the story. Her magic manifested itself in the form of healing spirits that resided within the two hairpins she'd received from her brother one day before he'd died. For her, the spirits were her older brother who was still watching over his baby sister even from Heaven.

With her magic, she can heal injuries, making it seem like she were rejecting them. It was why she always said "Soten Kisshun, I reject". It was like a spell that needed to be said before anything could be done.

For now, Orihime lived a quiet life, but that would soon change, unknown to her.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaques was not what you would call a normal teenager at all.

If you had to use one word to describe him, you would most likely pick the word 'hot-headed'.

The man just loved to fight, shown by the grin that he wore when he was doing so. Which was quite often. But it was no wonder. He was, after all, the newly appointed leader of Karakura's fiercest and only gang: Pantera. He used violence quicker than you could say "Spongebob Squarepants". The man was an animal once he started to swing his fists, and only few had the luck of getting away with a broken bone. The others...not so much.

His hair color was just as unusual as that of Orihime. It was blue. An electric blue that stood out even in the darkest of nights, styled backwards a little. Though his hair tended to be wild and spiky, matching his character. His eyes as well were blue, his skin tanned. His body tall and well-trained.

Members of the gang were Ulquiorra Schiffer, a bastard he couldn't really stand. But the bat – as was his nickname for the pale-skinned male – could put up a good fight, so Grimmjow tolerated him.

Szayel Aporro was, so to say, the brain of the bunch, though the blue-haired teen was sure he had a few screws loose here and there.

Then there was Nnoitra Gilga. That was someone he really had to watch out for. Nnoitra only had two things in mind: women and sex. If you wanted to find him, just walk into the next brothel or strip club and you'll find him. Grimmjow and him were often at each other's throat, but he still didn't kick him out of the gang. Grimmjow didn't know why. Perhaps he didn't have the right reasons to yet. But he was sure there would be some soon.

Then the two only female members of the gang: Neliel Tu Oderschvank – A.K.A. Nel – and Tia Harribel. Even though they were both women – of the attractive kind, he might add – they could fight just as well as the males, maybe even better. He trusted them the most out of the gang, if he was honest. Maybe Ulquiorra could be counted as trustworthy too, but Grimmjow didn't want to admit that.

And then there was Starrk. He had been the leader before Grimmjow. But he'd died in a war between them and another rival gang. They'd rushed him to the hospital, but the knife had been plunged deep. He didn't even make it through the night. With his dying breath, he'd told the others that Grimmjow was boss now.

Starrk had been like an older brother to Grimmjow. So he honored his memory by carrying on the gang. He wanted to be a good boss, just like Starrk had been to him.

All members of the gang were proficient fighters, trained in martial arts as well as in how to handle a knife. It was necessary to survive in their kind of world.

He'd learned that the hard way.

Edited 30th March 2016

A/N: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. All credit goes to Tite Kubo. I only own the idea for this story.

Just reviewed this first story of mine and saw how many mistakes there were and how akward the formatting was. So I decided to edit the story, maybe add some parts or one or two chapters.