Hello, again. I'm just typing everything I have recently. No writing no matter how tempted I am! *laughs* I have so much work I have written up so far and I'm very eager to share it with everyone... This is my Ishi/Ori fanfic I hope you like. I usually don't write for this pairing.... Ya know, usually Ichi/Ruki fans (and I include myself in this catagory) just dump poor Orihime with Uryuu, like he's the second rate yeah-whatever-just-throw-her-with-him-cuz-he's-the-next-available-guy... which makes me kind of mad and upset (More at myself than others, really). I never really had any feelings for this couple in the begining but cause I was too obsessed with Ichi/Ruki to give two shits... (please excuse my french)

BUT!!! BUT!!!! Reading the recent manga chapters of bleach online, I've started to noticed the highly ignored Ishida Uryuu and now I love him. In spite of Ichigo's expanding circle of limelight--Tite Kubo squeezed in Ishida in the most recent scene. Uryuu's reactions and the way he says to himself "I would immediatly regret agreeing," it just, I just was just sucked in--I mean I've lost words for what to say. And it's just how he puts himself on the line, the guy who's the weakest of the group... I now love Ishida and I can proudly say that Ishida should be with Orihime not because Ichigo should be with Rukia--but because, Ishida is sweet, contemplative, conciderate, thoughtful and self-less, and Orihime's gentle nature would completment beautifully with his....

But alas... I don't know what Mr. Kubo is planning... Ishida is completely ignored in Orihime's eyes for all she sees... that's exists for her... is Ichigo....

Forgive my rant--I really just desired to express my fustrations wondering if I'm the only one who felt that way.

I dedicate this fan-fic to all those Ishi-Ori fans out there that honestly love them as a couple and desire to read a fic that can at least make them feel better even if they don't get together in the cannon story line....

- Zerolr -

Disclaimer: I do not own bleach. I just write fanfiction. But I am an obssesive fan of Bleach...

Paring: Ishida - Orihime

Rating: T (some suggestive stuff...)

Plot/Setting: Alternate Universe

Usually it's the Guy

Chapter one

Ishida Uryuu had a strange obsession. Yes, very strange for a very straight, very normal, very regulated, very defined young man.

He liked women's clothing. The frills, the lace, the cute bow ties, the ribbons and brooches, the embedded gems, and the delicate patterns, warm pastel colors and fabrics, cloths, and furs of all kinds, it just turned him on. Just marvelous, simply wonderful. Just waking past a clothes shop and his glasses would shine, and the knees would buckle in and turn to jelly. But he had one major problem. He had a very strict very stuck-up father. If Ryuken would ever find out what his son did in his spare time, he would disown him and consider his son a complete stranger he had never met.

Uryuu was in the middle of college studying to be a doctor. He was brilliant student who qualified for all the scholarships and was studying without having to pay a single penny out of his pocket. He owned a car, yet didn't have to get a job because his father, who directed a hospital, paid for all his expenses in order for him to study with peace in mind. He was respected because of his family status and had many friends. But his was unhappy.

He wanted to be a tailor. A fashion designer. He wanted to meet up with celebrities, design their elegant dresses for the red carpet in the award shows. Design costumes for movies and plays produce his own line of clothing, "The Quincy Fashions" that can be hailed and loved by all. To help anybody with a torn dress or old plush—or even someone who needed tips on what to buy for an event. He wanted to enter that world of lights and camera, of the catwalk and elegant models with photographers. Swallowing it all up, Uryuu just sighed as he finished stitching up a spring dress before he quietly and quite miserably stuffed it in his closet. He when back to the kitchen and pulled out his books to study for his next exam…

One day Uryuu was walking along the main street, when he saw the grand opening of a new clothing store. He stopped abruptly seeing the racks and the mannequins striking their elegant poses. He received the sudden urge to steal one, when a young woman not expecting his sudden stop bumped into his back, causing him to spill all the books he had in his hands.

"Oh, I'm sooo sorry!" wailed a sweet cutesy voice.

"No, no, it's my fault, I suddenly stopped—," when the speaker turned around, he immediately recognized the round cute face and the bubbly eyes framed by the warm chestnut colored hair.

"O-Orihime Inoue?" he gasped in surprise.

"Ishida-kun!" she sang embracing him, disregarding the fact that they were both crouched on the ground in the middle of the street. He flushed, embarrassed and feeling the pressure of her bust against his chest.

"Orihime!" he gasped at last, "Too tight!"

"Oh! Sorry!" she replied with a sheepish smile.

He quickly looked down and began to pick up his things. Usually it's the girl who drops the books, he thought with remorse.

"It's been since high school right?—How's everything since then?" she asked.

Wait her face is not that, that round. It's shaped out a little more. She looks much more like a woman, he thought. But from what I see she hasn't changed much—that's good.

"I'm in college now, and you?" he asked standing up.

"Hee-hee! I'm working in a restaurant now." She cheered.

That's when he noticed. She wore a plain regular jeans and big old white tee—what? She wore such cute clothes during the years of high school. Uryuu frowned in confusion.

"What are you studying for?" she asked as they started to walk together.

"To be a doctor."

"A doctor?!" she gasped.

"Eh? Orihime, why do you look so surprised?"

"Oh, because I always thought you were going to get into the fashion business…"

Ishida stopped walking. Everyone's reaction to me was always, 'Oh yes, a doctor—perfect you look like one,' 'Like father like son,' 'You're so smart, you are going to be a doctor right?' But Orihime, Orihime doesn't see that, she can't imagine me as a doctor?

"Oh no," he said with a nervous smile, "That was a hobby; I took up in high school."

"Oh really? How sad," she whined putting a finger to her lip, "You always put so much heart in all the projects we worked in the club, remember?"

"Hmmm, yes. How could I forget? Do you remember the class quilt?"

"Yes! Yes!" she nodded with a bright smile, "We had all the initials of every student in our class along with a pattern that symbolized them."

"You were so earnest when working on Kurosaki's patch."

She blushed furiously at that comment, "I-I did Tatsuki and Chizuro's too!"

Ishida threw back his head and laughed. His laughter was warm and rich, hearing it make Orihime feel quite strange.

"You never really confessed to him—did you?"

"Um—yes I did," she puffed, "And we when out and stuff."

"And stuff?" he questioned with a raise of a brow.

"Um," her eyes dropped in a downcast glance, "I guess you really don't know since you disappeared right after we graduated."

"What? What happened?" he asked leaning over to her side.

"Ichigo," she then cupped her mouth as tears streamed down. She panicked finding that she was tearing in spite of herself. Uryuu quickly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes. She looked up to him, "Ichigo died in a car accident two years ago," she answered in a dry whisper.

The handkerchief he held flew with the wind out of his loosened grip.

"What…did…you…say?"

"But, I know that he's okay now!" she chirped quickly losing the gloomy expression she had just a second ago, "Ishida where are you going?" she turned to him.

But he remained frozen. Her eyes soften. How stupid of me, she thought with biting regret, although he never showed it, he was very good friends with him and they both had a lot in common.

"It's not true, it, it's not…" he mumbled shaking his head."

She hugged him again, softly very gently. Uryuu placed his hands on her shoulders, "It's alright, thank you," he pushed her lightly and started to walk again.

"Where are you going?" she asked again.

"Home," he replied.

Orihime bit her lip. He looks so sad now, and it's all my fault, "Let me walk you home!" she chirped.

Usually it's the guy who walks the girl home…

"Um, sure I suppose…"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes" he laughed nervously, "Of course."

"Okay, Ishida-kun do you wanna hear about the time when a bum came in the restaurant thinking he was Bill Gates-san?"

"Huhhh?"

"Yeah! It was so funny! He was like....

It was so funny hearing her babble like this… and I knew that it was all to cheer me up. It had always been this way even in high school. How easy, how obvious it was to read her mind. To see through and know why she really did things… But I why she would cover up her true nature with random silliness was something that I could never understand…

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