Hello everyone! This is a new story that I vaguely had in the back of my head. I've been contemplating if I should even write it. However, I'll let you guys be the judge of this story. If you want me to continue, I will do so.

I'm not completely sure where this is going yet. But, please bear with me!

This is AU btw!

(I don't own bleach.)

Was it a dream?

Was it a memory?

Either way, I cannot remember.

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It was a typical morning in the Inoue home. There was no sound except for the girl that was running about, cooking her breakfast, getting ready for school and tidying up. It was the first day back from vacation, yet it did not feel that way. To her, it felt like a lifetime since she went.

She wasn't sure what made her vacation go so slow. Sure, she didn't hang out with anyone, because she didn't really have friends. But, she felt that perhaps it was going to be different. She didn't really do much, though she did add in some decorations that she was able to finally afford. She worked most of her vacation.

So what was different?

Shaking her head, she sighed. Bringing her breakfast to the living room, she sat down and turned on the tv. The weather was the channel it was on and she kept her eyes glued to it, vaguely realizing she hardly touched her breakfast.

Frowning, she looked at the clock above her entertainment center.

6:50am

Oh no! I'm going to be late!

Quickly grabbing her things, she placed her dishes in the sick, kissing her brother's picture goodbye, and ran out the door.

Making sure it was locked, she twisted the knob. A smile appeared on her face when she realized it wouldn't open.

With her bag on her back, she held her jacket in her arm before heading out.

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Your face looks very familiar.

Yet I cannot remember your name.

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Grumbling, a teenager with bright, orange hair rolled out of bed. He was used to his father coming and trying to kick him in the stomach, yet he didn't do it today. Ruffling his locks, he went to the bathroom, hopping in the shower. Today was going to be a bad day.

He could feel it.

Ichigo turned on the tap and began to wash his body. He couldn't take his time today, as he promised to walk to school with his usual group of friends. He was always one of the last ones to meet up, mostly because he would take too long in the shower.

Quickly washing his hair, he hopped out and began to dress. Ruffling his hair with the towel, it dried rather fast, though it still stood up. It didn't matter what he did to it, it would never change. Brushing his teeth, he couldn't get school out of his head. For some weird reason, he couldn't shake this feeling that something was going to happen.

If it didn't happen today, then it would sometime in the future.

Shaking his head, he headed downstairs to the kitchen, where his twin sisters were sitting down at the table, already eating.

"Where's the old man?"

Karin shrugged while staring at the t.v., Yuzu was the one who answered. "He had to leave early. The hospital needed help and he offered to assist. He should be back later!"

Nodding, he grabbed his lunch, courtesy of Yuzu, and took a couple waffles. Making sure his bag was in his hand, he put his shoes on.

"I'm leaving! Karin, get up and get ready for school."

Karin just grunted while keeping her eyes on the screen. Yuzu smiled. "Have a good day onii-chan!"

Opening the door, he let the breeze hit his face.

Yep. Today was going to be horrible.

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Like usual, Orihime got to class early. She always did. She hated being late, and she preferred to arrive early so she could look over her notes from the previous day.

Plus she was alone.

Orihime didn't hate being alone. Rather, she preferred it. It was easy for her to think, to study. She didn't like being surrounded by others. It suffocated her, trapped her, and she could never breathe properly when there was too many people around.

Her brother died in a car accident when she was ten. Her parents died when she was three. She had her aunt come by every now and then, but she lived in Tokyo. She has a car, but she was always busy with her work that she hardly saw Orihime. The young girl was okay with it though, for she agreed to help pay for her schooling as well as her rent. Orihime, not wanting to feel like a freeloader, got a job at a small bakery that was not far from her place. Her aunt refused at first, but when she heard the young girl's plea, she relented.

That was a few months ago.

Not realizing the time, she frowned. Lately, she had been losing track of time, always thinking about things that should never enter her brain. Once again, she looked at the clock, to realize that kids were already in the classroom with her.

Shoot. Orihime, you got to focus! Stop getting sidetracked!

She always sat at the back of the class, in the corner by the window. She felt secluded in that spot and it made her feel happy and comfortable. No one ever talked to her, or if they ever tried to, she'd ignore them. She would always feel bad about it. It's not that she hated them…

She just didn't know how to interact with them.

She lived alone, no one ever talked to her at her house. She would occasionally have dinner with her neighbour, who was an elderly woman. But, aside from that, she never had company. She would drown herself in her studies, not going out with friends, partying, drinking, and doing all the bad things. She hated all the classmates that talked about it. There was more to life than just partying and ignoring your studies.

Squeals had broken her from her thoughts.

"OHH~ There's Ichigo-kun!~ He's so handsome! If only he'd be my boyfriend!"

"You're kidding right? Isn't he still dating that Senna girl?"

"I think so. She's pretty but her attitude is horrible. What does he see in her?"

"I don't like her. She's so stuck up and rude. I wish someone would teach her a lesson. Either way, we can't do anything about it."

"Ooo~ Did you see Rukia-chan and Renji-kun? They're so adorable together!"

"Weren't they childhood friends?"

"Tatsuki-chan is so strong! I wonder if she'd teach Senna a lesson?"

"Keigo and Mizurio are pretty cute too. Though Keigo is a bit immature and Mizurio is always attached to his phone."

"Sado-kun is gorgeous too! His muscles and hair! I wish I had that!"

"You want muscles? Anyway, Uryu is pretty cute too. Though he's more of a dork."

"I would give anything to be friends with them!"

Rolling her eyes, Orihime looked out the window, annoyed. Every time girls and guys talked about the popular group, she'd feel sick to her stomach. Especially Senna. She hated that girl with a passion. Normally Orihime wouldn't hate someone, but Senna bullied her all throughout elementary and middle school. She even spread rumours that Orihime liked Ichigo. This, of course, made people ignore her because of how different she was.

There was only one person Orihime ever talked to in school.

"Oi, what's with that face woman?"

Looking up, gray eyes locked with blue. Shaking her head, she sat up straight. "

"Nothing, Grimmjow. Just people talking again. It's got nothing to do with me."

Looking at the girl, he frowned. Their friendship was quite weird. He was the only one to accept Orihime despite her having weird hair. Then again, he did too, but he always beat up everyone that would say something about it. But he was the one who protected her when she was being bullied.

He was like an older brother to her.

"Tch. Just ignore those people. The popular kids are lame. Everyone thinks they're some kind of royalty. You don't need fake friends like them."

Nodding she looked at him, a smile on her face. "Hai~ Thank you, Grimmjow."

Grumbling, he sat in his chair in front of her.

At that moment, she looked to the door where deep, brown eyes were staring at her. Electric shocks were sent down her spine, and she looked away, not before glaring at him.

She could feel his stare still on her, but she paid no attention to it.

She didn't care about him. About Ichigo Kurosaki.

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As though he was shocked, Ichigo tore his gaze from her and headed to his desk. When he was walking to the classroom, he casually greeted whoever talked to him.

But when he got to the door, he stopped.

His nemesis, Grimmjow, was talking to that girl. He couldn't remember her name, but he could never forget her face. Lots of people talked about her, for she was the Goddess of the school. If she was aware of it, she didn't show attention to it. She was smiling at him, and talking as though they were close.

Come to think of it, he'd only ever see her associate with Grimmjow and his girlfriend Nel. Anyone else, she would completely ignore. Ishida said she was in the crafts club with him, but she always preferred to work alone. She had such skill, he was amazed. He knew very little of her, for she didn't chat. She was always focused on her work, only stopping to ask Ishida questions.

Shaking his head, he looked back at her, only to see her staring out the window. A frown formed on his face before he turned his attention to the front. Everyone else was at their desks.

The bell rang, signalling that class started.

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Are you just a dream?

Or my worst nightmare?

A/N: So, this is actually a re-write of my VERY old story, Love from Afar. I decided to re-write it after a couple years. I took it down because I couldn't remember how I wanted it to go. So, I hope you guys are interested in this story!

There's some IchiSenna but they actually broke up. (It'll be explained in future chapters)

This IS ICHIHIME! Grimmjow is a brother figure to Orihime and I wanted him in a story!

Also, I'd love to have a beta for this story. If anyone is interested, please let me know !

~Tia-chan~