Hey guys. i suppose I'm starting a new Ichihime drabble series because I really miss these guys and I need to start writing again. I haven't done a story like this, so I hope it's decent. Anyways, please let me know what you think :)

Her heart clenched tightly as she looked at the love of her life one last time. She couldn't believe she had to say goodbye, but if it was the only way to protect the people she loved, she'd gladly sacrifice herself. At the back of her mind, she knew the Soul Society would think she betrayed them. Whether this was Aizen's plan or not, she couldn't turn her back on the decision now. She had silently confessed her feelings to Ichigo, and while she was cheering on the inside, her emotions betrayed her on the outside as she cried without being noticed.

A part of her whispered she shouldn't have touched his hand, in case she had healed it subconsciously. Another part of her told her not to worry about such thoughts as she'd probably never see this boy again. She wanted to be selfish, and as much as she wanted to kiss him, to see how soft his lips were, a part of her said it was unfair to steal a kiss from him without permission. She wanted to shake him awake, alert him of her presence to tell him where she was headed. However, the thought of him or her friends being killed in front of her eyes made her dismiss that thought. She frowned when she felt tears run down her face and she wiped them away but they seemed to be as stubborn as her and kept falling from her eyes.

This would be the last time she cried before facing the enemy. They probably knew she was weak, but she didn't want to confirm their thoughts. Sighing, she took a deep breath before she wiped away the tears. She saw Ulquiorra standing at the meeting spot. the pale man had a dull expression on his face as he turned to look at her.

"Ready to go Onna?"

Taking another deep breath before facing the man head on, she whispered, "Yes.."

He gave her a look before turning around to start walking through the garganta, the human girl willingly followed.

'Sorry... Ichigo-kun."

In a house, a few blocks away from the destination in which Orihime left, a young boy with bright orange hair rustled around in his sleep. Sweat rolled down his cheeks as he slept; completely unaware of his friend leaving with the enemy. It appeared he was having a nightmare as he kept tossing and turning in his sleep, his hand seemed to reach for something.. or rather someone. A frown appeared on his face before a look of pain replaced it, followed by the following words,

"Come back... Orihime."