A/N: If you do not like the plot or character plot, then don't read the fic.

SUMMARY: Orihime Inoue: An 18 year old high-school student has a crush. On her English teacher. Mr Ichigo Kurosaki has been dubbed the sexiest teacher to ever work at Karakura Senior School. He is also battling some highly immoral feelings for a certain pumpkin-haired student. What will unfold?

WORD COUNT: 3,558 (not including A/N below)

RATING: M for sexual and dark themes.

DISCLAIMER: All is owned by Kubo-sensei.


CHAPTER 1:

What Lengths Would You Go To?


*ORIHIME'S P.O.V.*

"Okay, homework for today, I'm expecting you guys to read William Shakespeare's Macbeth and I want you to create an imaginative piece on what we have gone through over the past couple of weeks. I'm expecting to be blown away with your awesome skills." The bell rang, cutting Mr Kurosaki off and the students around me began packing up almost instantly, while I was writing the homework in my planner. "Well, class dismissed. Have a good weekend everyone." Mr Kurosaki is always so kind-hearted. I pack up my books and pencil case, taking off my glasses and setting them in their sky blue case and I pack it all neatly in my book bag.

"Miss Inoue, the homework shouldn't be too troubling for you would it? I know you've been struggling a little with Shakespeare." My head snaps up and I se Mr Kurosaki standing in front of me, a soft smile curving the sides of his full lips, the sunlight hitting his deep brown eyes and his glasses, making them glint mischievously at me. His shaggy tangerine coloured spikes of hair beg for my touch and I ache to touch them.

"O-oh, Mr Kurosaki! It's all good! I've been reading Macbeth again and using the guidelines of Shakespearian language that you gave us, it's become pretty easy for me!" I stutter, standing suddenly.

He's so tall and muscular.

Mr Kurosaki's face softens even more and he smiles in relief. "That's good. Oh!" He snaps his fingers, his face lighting up as he remembers something. "I have your essay! if you don't mind staying back a little while, so we can go through it. You weren't here the other day when I went through everyone's essays, and that reminds me, I also need that note you said you were going to bring. So I make sure you don't have to go through those awful detentions. I don't like giving them out to people who don't deserve it." Mr Kurosaki says while bending over his attaché case, rifling through some papers. His black slacks tighten around his firm bottom and I can't help myself but stare.

Bad Orihime! Don't stare!

I slap myself mentally, proceeding to unzip my book bag and I take out a folded piece of writing paper and I hold it out to him. When Mr Kurosaki turns with my essay, he takes the note, giving me a grateful smile. "Good girl," he says, his deep voice caressing each word sensually. It makes me quiver.

Mr Kurosaki opens the note, skims through it and nods. "Cool. Okay, let's talk about this essay." He gestures for me to come closer and I follow him like a puppy. He sits at his desk, already commanding my attention, which he has in abundance.

We spend the next 40 minutes going through my essay. I take notes on how I can improve and when Mr Kurosaki finishes explaining, I've got page after page of notes that Mr Kurosaki had explained to me. "So, think you'll be okay now?" His shirt is rumpled and his tie was loose, the first two buttons of his shirt undone, making my cheeks flush with colour.

"I think I'm more than okay, Mr Kurosaki! Thank you for taking the time to help me out. I appreciate it." I pack my things and walk back to my desk, putting all the materials I used, back in my book bag, slipping it over my shoulder.

Mr Kurosaki smiled. "Well, alright then. If you need anything, you know I'm just a phone call or a text away." At the start of the year, Mr Kurosaki made all students put down our numbers and emails on a piece of paper so if there was anything that we needed help with the homework or a task, he could just send us his advice or answers.

I nodded once, smiling brightly at him. "Okay! Thank you, Mr Kurosaki, have a good night!" I wave like I normally do and take my leave, skipping out of the hallway, out of school grounds and all the way home.

*ICHIGO'S P.O.V.*

I finally enter my apartment complex at 6:30, holding boxes upon boxes of ungraded papers from other year levels. I sigh as I set them on my study. It isn't long before I hear the familiar whine of Kon, my Golden Labrador Retriever. I look over my shoulder to see him, holding his food bowl in his mouth, his floppy ears pricking up in hopefulness as his eyes take on his trademark begging look and I chuckle. I walk to him and pry his food bowl from his mouth and I pat his head, making him bark happily. "Good boy." I praise. I put his favourite can of beef casserole in the bowl and set it down for him, watching him attack and eat ravenously. It always makes me laugh. I heat up some of Yuzu's homemade rice curry that was left over from last night when she visited.

I don't get it. She knows I can cook. Obviously not to her extravagant skill, but fair enough to get by. Karin says it's because she misses me at home and she's been doting on Karin and Dad even more since I moved out. Yuzu's antics never cease to make me smile. I take the now heated curry, add a little chili to spice it up because it's cold and I go my study, taking out a wine glass and some sweet white wine from the cabinet and I eat while I work.

It's 10:30 by the time I have finished and I rub my eyes, feeling dead tired. I put everything away, into more user friendly folders and put it all in big satchel. I set up Kon's bed for him and I retire to my bedroom, having a hot shower, brushing my teeth and I set out a new outfit for tomorrow. I walk out of the bathroom, towel drying my hair. I let the towel hang around my neck while I untie the one at my hips and throw it over the side of the shower before shutting the door. I walk to my wardrobe and open it, pulling out a pair of boxers and I slip them on, also gently holding a necklace with my mothers engagement ring hanging on the end of it. I delicately fasten the clip and I lay on my bed, throwing the towel around my neck to the floor.

I drift slowly, into unconsciousness, where the darkest part of my mind frees itself.

(..)

I'm in my senior years classroom. Odd.

I look around to see Miss Inoue there, standing with her back to me. "Hello, Miss Inoue?" I ask, walking toward her, feeling the cool air brush against my naked ski-

Naked?!

I hide my privates from her quickly, and I snatch my attaché case from the desk in front of me, thankful it's there but when I go to stand behind my own desk, I can't move my feet, it's as if my feet are glued to the ground.

And that's when she turns.

She smiles at me radiantly, her gray eyes shining with innocence and. . .love?

Her henna-coloured hair soft and illuminated by the sun, she flaunts her largely proportioned and curvy body at me in her yellow little sundress. "Oh, Ichi~, why the sudden formality? You haven't called me, 'Miss Inoue' since we started our little affair 6 months ago." Miss Inoue says to me, in a husky, soft voice. I can feel my body responding to her.

"Wait, what affair?" I ask, completely dumbfounded at her choice of answer and my bodies reaction.

"Don't play coy. You know exactly. Our love affair." She grins brightly, surging forward, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and her lips press against mine gently.

My heart stops.

Orihime Inoue, my student. A STUDENT. Telling me I'm having a secret love affair with her and now she's kissing me?

She's a very beautiful student.

Has she always felt so soft?

No! Ichigo, head out of the gutter! She is your student. One of your brightest students.

I didn't even realize, that while I was warring within myself, the briefcase dropped to the floor and she was laying on my desk as I kissed her ravenously, her panties ripped and strewn across the floor and I was situating myself between her thighs, begging for access into her core.

Damn it!

Shit!

Her legs part for me and scoots closer to me so I have easier entry.

Holy fuck!

I don't have any control over my body as I slowly slide myself inside her heat.

Oh, Jesus!

Her tight channel grips my erection like no other. She feel like a virgin but I can tell she isn't. She's comfortable with me, she doesn't feel nervous and she hasn't cried in pain. It's obvious she has done this before.

I can't go into depth because her slick hole kept removing the thoughts from my brain and throwing them into the bin.

She is so beautiful beneath me, writhing and moaning. Her entire body calls to me.

I am a prisoner trapped inside my own body, it's moving on autopilot. My hands slide to her hips as my head dips down and I lick and suckle at her nipples. She arches her back into me and moans so softly and sweetly, my body responds by pumping into her harder and harder until the desk starts to shake.

I'm close. She's close. We're both close.

Her back arches up into me and she cries out, but her cries sound like an incessant electronic beeping.

What. The.

(..)

"Hell?!" I surge upright, my skin sweaty, my hair damp, flattened to my forehead and I have a throbbing erection. Kon looks at me and I swear it's as if he knows what I've been dreaming about. My brows furrow at him and he scampers off my bed. I peel off the covers and run straight to the shower, turning it to coldest setting. I strip and dive right in, shivering violently, but it is a small price to pay for my erection to go down. I switch to hot water, quickly wash myself with my some Lynx Chocolate Body Wash and I grab my shampoo and conditioner and quickly run it through my hair. I emerge from my steaming bathroom, feeling refreshed and my wits about me. I shave cautiously, dabbing some aftershave, wincing as it hits my open pores. I spray on some deodorant and pull on the outfit I chose the night before. I check the time and I've woken up earlier than I thought.

Even Kon is still asleep on the couch.

I grin and crack open his favourite canned food and his head perks up and all I can see from the back of the couch is his dark little eyes, giving me the puppy dog face.

I smile and gesture my head for him to come and he bounds off the couch and leaps for me, barking excitedly. I set his food down and give him a long pat.

20 minutes later, I've had my breakfast and morning coffee.

It's time to go.

I go to my study and grab the satchel, my attaché case, putting my phone in my pocket, picking up my keys and I'm out the door, smiling gently to myself: I'll be on time.

*ORIHIME'S P.O.V.*

Oh, phooey! I slept in again and as a result, I'm going to be late. Mr Kurosaki will not be pleased.

My hair is a mess, my uniform is crinkled and I had to go back home to get my book bag, phone and keys. I haven't even eaten breakfast yet. The only thing I did right this morning, is brush my teeth.

I run as fast as humanly possible. Oh, God! I hope I make it!

I hear my phone ring and I pick it up from my pocket. I answer with panting breath, "Hello?"

"Orihime! Where are you?" Tatsuki's demanding and concerned tone whispered hurriedly through the receiver.

"I know! I'm on 2nd Street. Tatsuki I'm going to be late again!" I wail, I'm so far away and I have no money for a cab.

"Shit! On 2nd Street? That's so far! Look, I'll come and get you. That place is dangerous!" Tatsuki's voice instantly increases to her normal loud tone.

"No! Tatsuki, it's okay! I'll make it there safe and unharmed. Trust me, you're a good teacher!" I try to placate my best friend and Karate Champion.

"I know. You're my best student. But Orihime, I'm still worried. I should come and-"

"Miss Arisawa! Is that a phone I see?" Mr Kurosaki's irritated voice blares through the receiver.

Oh no!

"Tatsuki, hang up!" I order half-heartedly. "Don't get into trouble because of me." I hope this makes her hang up.

"Look, Straw- I mean, Mr Kurosaki," I giggle, knowing Tatsuki almost slipped and called Mr Kurosaki 'Strawberry'. It is her favourite nickname because of his actual name that had two meanings. "Orihime is late and she's all the way on 2nd Street." Tatsuki says blatantly. I can imagine the face she is making: hard, stern and not to be deterred from her mission.

"2nd Street? Where the hell does she live, in Timbuktu?" Mr Kurosaki says, and I laugh loudly.

"Orihime, stop laughing so loud in my ear. You almost made my eardrum bleed." Tatsuki yells at me, sternly.

"Oh! Sorry, Tatsuki!" I apologise immediately.

To my right, I hear a forceful voice laughing leeringly. "Well, well, lookie what we have here. A busty schoolgirl. Such a nice treat~." The disembodied voice is enough to make me stop running and a frightened gasp to escape my lips.

"Orihime, who was that?" Tatsuki demands.

"Tatsuki. . ." I whisper and turn, looking at the silhouette of a man. He walks into the early morning sunlight and I fear for my life at the first sight of him. Long straight black hair to his shoulder, his skin is pasty and his body is wiry, yet packed with power. His smile is long and his teeth look like piano keys. He's wearing an eye patch to conceal his left eye. He's holding a strange crescent mooned dagger. "Sora. ." I whisper my brother's name being our secret panic word.

Tatsuki gasps and I hear the chair she must have been sitting in fall.

"You run like hell. You don't stop until you reach the school! Go! Now!" Tatsuki orders and I obey without a second of hesitation.

My legs work overtime, but I hear his loud footfalls chasing me. "Where are you going girlie? We were just getting started!" He laughs and I keep running.

"Arisawa, get outside." I hear Mr Kurosaki whisper urgently before I hear him speaking to the class distantly, I hear their laughter before it's suddenly cut off and I hear Mr Kurosaki's voice in the receiver. "Miss Inoue, what's going on?" He asks, sounding so much like Tatsuki, just as forceful.

"A man is chasing me! Long black hair to his shoulders, pale skin, thin body and teeth like piano keys! He's got an eye patch concealing his left eye. He's holding a crescent moon shaped dagger!" I give Mr Kurosaki a quick description. I was not expecting to hear a strange choking sound come from other side.

"A-an eyepatch? A crescent-moon shaped dagger?" Mr Kurosaki asks, his voice hushed, almost as if he recognizes the man I'm describing.

"Y-Yes. Please Mr Kurosaki! Help me!" I scream, tears rushing down my cheeks. The adrenaline in my body pumping through my veins.

"Arisawa! You're coming with me. Mr Ishida, please take over my class for me." Mr Kurosaki orders, leaving no room for argument/ Tatsuki's voice was back on the phone and she fills me in on what is going on as they run out of the school grounds.

I run and run, but his footsteps are getting closer.

*ICHIGO'S P.O.V.*

Damn it!

That bastard!

That man represents everything my past and my bad mistakes stand for: Hell. Pure Hell.

And now, he's back to torture a girl I have a duty of care to? I don't think so!

I swear, if he gets his hands on Orihime, I'll kill him myself!

"Mr Kurosaki! How do you know him?" Miss Arisawa asks. If she knew, she'd shrink in fear at the things I have done.

"From my past. He isn't a good man, no where even near to a good man. If we don't find Miss Inoue soon, she'll be dead." I answer truthfully. She will be if we don't hurry. I hold her arm gently, but firmly and I call upon all my power and we race to 2nd Street, it was then I hear a scream of pure terror.

"ORIHIME!" Miss Arisawa screams and together we race to the source. The scene I see is frightening and it makes my blood boil.

Orihime's shirt is ripped at the front, showing her well endowed chest, her skirt hiked to her hips to show the matching panties, the dagger she talked about, dripping with her blood, her cheek sliced open as well as the tops of her breasts. Her tears never stop falling as she keeps screaming. "MR KUROSAKI!" She cries, her eyes shut tightly.

She's calling for me.

"Ichigo isn't here Sweetheart. He's not going to be here either." His cruel voice drips with salacious intent as he licks the blood that dripped from Orihime's chest. She tries to push him away, and screams in agony as he pushes closer.

It spurs me to action.

I run to them, calling on all of my training. I jump, perfecting a roundhouse kick to his face.

He never saw me coming. "Wanna bet?!" I roar. He flies a few metres away and I pick Orihime up as she sobs, clutching at me and I look at her, guilt and shame jolt through me. I wasn't fast enough. She was wounded because of me. I hold her to my chest and her tears and blood soak into my shirt but I don't care. I gently pry her away to take stock of her injuries. Miss Arisawa runs to us and gasps as she sees the state of Orihime. Orihime throws her arms around Tatsuki and that's when I see it. On her thighs, a trickle of blood coming from the only place it could have. It all made sense. Her scream of agony when he pushed closer to her body. Into her body.

He defiled her!

"Tatsuki, get Orihime to the hospital. She needs immediate attention."

"I want a crack at him." Tatsuki snarls, her brown eyes blazing with the fury of a thousand suns.

"I realize that, but right now, Orihime is your main priority. You must take her to the hospital!" I say in my calm, teacher tone, though I wanted to be who I was and right now, I am going to be. But I need my students away and Orihime needs medical attention.

"Okay. I'll take her. Make sure he doesn't get away, sir." Tatsuki says and picks Orihime up and bolts away to the nearest hospital I hope.

I roll my shoulders and crack my knuckles.

"You're dead, Nnoitra Gilga."


hey guys! RIKOREN here!

I have decided to make a story about Ichigo as a teacher. It has come to my attention that there are not a lot of Ichihime Teacher fics. And I have decided to up the populace.

This is a dark/romance/angsty story.

I hope you enjoy this. Missing Heart is the sequel to Cold Heart. I am so excited for you guys to read it and I hope you all love it!

REVIEW TO:

A ROCKY ROAD

MISSING HEART

ROMANTIC ESCAPADES.

and this story! :D

If you want. I love your reviews and constructive criticism.

I love you all so much, you guys!

Arigatou gozaimasu!

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