A.N- please no flames!

Moulin Rouge

Prologue: ~Hope's~

I prayed to god he wouldn't call my name. It would have shattered my heart to dust after breaking into pieces from the night before. I stood there in the hallway looking out the window at the intense brown eyes staring at me from three floors below. I didn't know how I could see him in this darkness, but I could. His bright orange hair stood out in the night. As much as his hair stood out so did his eyes. His eyes were so willing and sad, pleading me to not go further. I held back my tears as I gave him a sad smile. I lipped the words go, gesturing for him to leave as I closed my eyes, a single tear sliding down my cheek.

When I reopened them I was hoping he had left as we had agreed the night before. I had wished that he stood to our agreement as he promised he would, in hopes that he wouldn't further question my motives in hopes he wouldn't find out. He wouldn't have agreed to my terms if he knew what I was planning to do. At least I had hoped he wouldn't, but secretly I had known that he would. I knew that at the moment his main concern was her, and getting her out of this hell she once called home. For all he cared I could burn here along with the man he considers the devil.

I didn't plan on him finding out. Ever. And even if he did, I never planned on him caring. I had thought that his mind was else where trying to get her out of here. The idea of him coming here for me made my heart skip a beat. The thought of him actually caring enough to come told me that he truly did care for me as claimed he didn't. But knowing this only made my choice all the more difficult.

As I opened my gray orbs slowly I saw a bright flock of orange hair in the darkness of the night. He was still there, holding his ground. My knees began to shake as I leaned my head against the window frame, my auburn locks falling around my face. It was heart breaking to see his somber face staring at me with determination. His deep brown orbs were narrowed slightly as his mouth was in a scowl. His face looked the same in its usual glare but I could see the fire in his eyes. He believed he could still save me. He thought he could solve this problem as he had with all the others. I suppose that was why I fell in love with him, aside from his looks. His determination was his greatest tribute, I always thought.

Holding back my tears became even harder as my face began to contort to my usual position. I had been crying a lot lately, but I promised my self I wouldn't cry tonight. I would never let that monster have the satisfaction of seeing me cry. The thought of him and all that he had done to my loved ones gave me determination in my time of weakness as I looked into the brown orbs I adored. I placed my hand on the window as I looked sadly down at the boy with spiking orange hair. His eyes were glossing over just as mine had. I gave him yet another sad smile in hopes that it would tell him I'm fine.

I was always a horrible liar. He shook his head ravenously in a childish manner. Well, there was no apparent way to make him leave or change his mind so I lingered there for a moment longer staring into his brilliant bronzed eyes for a moment longer until I had to look into those monstrous cold ones. I blew breath on the window and a little fog appeared. I positioned myself so the heart was over my left breast. Using my index finger I drew a heart on the fogged window.

At my action I saw a shock of orange grow closer to the ground. He was kneeling on the ground, hands before him and face hidden by locks of his hair. I smiled to myself as I left the window and continued my way down the hall as I had earlier until I noticed him there. I continued smiling to myself as I began wiping the tears falling down my face. I had to look presentable if I was going to continue this path. As horrible as the events have turned out, I was still happy and smiling at the moment. He loved me. He loved me enough to come. He loved me enough to care. He loved me enough to make her wait.

And I loved him.

I reached the doors in a matter of seconds. They were big, wooden dark brown double doors. I remembered all the times I had seen these doors, none of them pleasant as was this one. I breathed in and breathed out. I didn't want to do this, and my hands lingered on the golden knob. I was about to turn it when I heard a stern cold voice from the other side.

"Inoe, your late." He said in a calm voice that I knew all too much not to judge.

As I opened the door I heard yet someone else call out my name.

"ORIHIME!" At the screech of his voice I slammed the door behind me, trying to shut it out. He called my name, my name which he was too shy to ever say or too polite. He screamed from the top of his lungs not caring that he would be caught. His scream sounded so sad and heartbreaking, it made me gasp. I couldn't change the way things turned out, but if I could, I would wish that I had died in the fire with Tatsuki, my former best friend. Maybe if I had, things wouldn't have turned out this way. I would have never met Urahara or come to the Moulin Rouge. I would have never befriended Rukia, or worse. Fall in love with her boyfriend.

Ichigo Kurosaki.

I looked at the man before me. He was sitting at the end of a long wooden table with a beautiful silk cover with tall black candles burning a rose's incense on the crystalline chandelier hanging above. A few feet away from the table was a large white king sized bed with rose petals on it. They were black. I turned my attention back to the man at the table, waiting for me and curious as to who or why my name was being shouted out. I walked up to him hoping to catch his attention and make him forget about Ichigo. It worked. He quickly got up and kissed me hard. His hands were wrapping all around my body, crushing me to him. His movements were gentle, but harsh in a way. He pushed me on the bed and I fell on the many black rose petals scattered around me. He began unbuttoning his vest as he told me, "Let's skip dinner." At this he gave me a cold smile. His eyes told me I had to obey or else. I thought of Ichigo, and felt my body shiver.

I closed my eyes in surrender as I felt his hands all over my body once again. "Yes lord Aizan."

A.N. - Okay so I know I've yet to update Bloody Red but I've been real busy with life lately and im also brainstorming many other plots for my upcoming ichihime stories! Lol, there my favorite couple so I plan on using them quiet a lot~

Lol, anyways, im new at this so please excuse my mistakes! I just have so many stories in my mind so its kinda of hard for me to continue writing one until my interest gets stolen by another so please bear with it! T^T

Well anyways, this is just one of the many ideas I have in mind so this is just a little look into what its going to be about. Call it foreshadowing…lol, yeah, if you like it my fellow readers, give me a review and I'll continue on with it I already have the plot all planned out, I just need to see if its worth the time. If I get more than 3 reviews then I'll continue it~

Lol, anyways, lots of love and please forgive me if I did a horrible job, just no flames please! I'm really sensitive but if its critique only then will I take it seriously~

Anyways (man I talk a lot) ~chow~