Title: damsel distressed
Author: Grasshopper (A.K.A. The Undertaker's Muse)
Rated: PG
Warnings: Future fic. Implied imprisonment/human experimentation.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!/Bleach
Challenge: No True Pair
Prompt: Tsuna and Orihime: handcuffs/prison scenario
Spoilers: None.
Pairings: None.
Summary: Orihime did not like being cast as the damsel.
Author's Notes: I need to sequel this~
Disclaimer: All characters and the series they come from belong to their creators. Grassy can only lay claim to the fic.

"...hime-sama, please!"

"Miss! Miss, please!"

"Wake up, woman!"

"You have to wake up!"

Eh? I was...sleeping?

Orihime's eyes slid open slowly only to clench them shut at the harshness of bright light. Around her were the beeping of machines and sounds of battle. Loud voices; curses and shouts and-

What language is that, she wanted to ask but her throat was too dry and the words never left her tongue.

She tried once more to see what was going on around her; adjusting to the lights, but her vision was still too blurry.

Were we abducted by aliens? No, no. More likely someone targeting Kurosaki-kun again. Or me.

Out of the corner of her eye, Orihime could see the fast approach of bright green. She tried to move, tried to summon her Shun Shun Rikka, only- Orihime could hear their voices and feel the hairpins - not on her but nearby - it was simply that she could not move.

Pitch black and blazing orange flashed to a stand before her, fighting off the attack.

"Ku...rosaki-kun," she croaked softly.

Orihime blinked furiously to clear her vision as fast as possible. Who else could it be, but-

The black came into view, a dark, obviously expensive suit. Not a Shinigami's shihakushou. And though the orange she saw was familiar, it wasn't the color of this man's hair.

Flames? On his head and hands? She would wonder how, but Orihime was well-used to people wielding strange powers.

So no. It wasn't Kurosaki-kun. Orihime had no clue who the man before her was, but he had saved her. And as soon as she could move from the- Bed? Why was she strapped to a bed?

Wait for answers later. She had to find a way loose from her bindings; had to escape, to help.

Orihime did not like being cast as the damsel. It too often came at the cost of harm to people she cared for. She might not have a clue, yet, who the people trying to help her were but she was determined to return their kindness.

Just as soon as she freed herself.

The End