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"Mr. Kurosaki-sensei sir! One of your patients would like to see you!" One of the young spunky nurses giggled, holding her clipboard tight to her plump chest. She swung her long orange-red hair behind her, twirling strands of it around her finger. The man looked up from his book, smiling at the woman. He slid a thin sheet of paper in betwen the pages and closed it, sliding it into the drawer of his mahogany desk. "Tell them I'm on my way. Thank you, nurse Inoue."

"Anytime! Oh, and Kurosaki-sensei..." she blushed furiously, turning her head the other way, "nevermind! I'll tell them right away!" she bursted, flying out of the small office. He would never understand that woman, or why she always seemed so happy and bashful. The giddy bomb of boobs and flying hair glided up behind the front desk, siding next to another woman. This woman however, didn't seem so delighted to see her.

"Oh. Hello, Orihime." she smiled as friendly as she could, looking back down at the heavy pile of paper work before her. Orihime plopped down in a spinning chair, groaning loudly and twirling around.

"It's not fair!" she pouted.

"What isn't fair?" The desk-nurse asked, raising her eyebrow in curiosity.

"Kurosaki-sensei!" she cried, slapping her hands on her bright red face.

"What has the doctor done?"

"He's so perfect! He's smart, he's handsome...he's successful...he's humble...he's sweet..." Orihime sighed leaning her head to the side.

"And this makes him unfair, becaaaaaause?" The woman urged on.

"Because, he's probably married, or has a girlfriend, and dammit either way I don't have the guts to ask him to go out with meee!" she whimpered.

She peeked through the gaps in between her fingers curiously, a loud slurping sound catching her attention. Turning around she saw the desk-nurse, sucking apple juice through a straw stabbed in her small juicebox.

"Jeez, Rukia! It's empty!" she laughed, snatching the juice box away and shooting it into the garbage can.

"I know, but," the woman sighed, "I had to tune your voice out with something..." she grumbled, resting her head on the stack of papers.

Orihime flew up from her seat, patting her hair down neatly and adjusting the small nurse hat on top of her head so it was just perfect. She smoothed out the wrinkles in the mint green uniform "dress" with gold buttons, the mandatory nurse attire they wore with high white knee socks and black shoes. It was flattering on some, but a sight for sore eyes in other cases. On Orihime, it was as if someone attempted to squeeze two watermelons in a soda can. It was a miracle the thing hadn't exploded yet.

"Hello, nurse." Doctor Kurosaki smiled politely at Orihime, lifting a sheet of paper up on the clip board lying on the desk.

"Hello, sensei! Did you go see that patient yet? Do you know where they are? If you'd like I could..."

"I've seen them already," he laughed, "you're hyper-activeness really comes in handy doesn't it? Why don't you take a break?" he smiled, scribbling something on one of the sheets. Orihime melted, struggling to stand up right. He sat the pen down horizontally on top of the clip board, nodding at Orihime, noticing the other woman lying face down in a stack of papers. Her short and silky raven hair spidered along the white sheets, covering most of the writing around her head. Orihime blinked, noticing after a short period of time what he was looking at. She nudged her on the shoulder gently.

"Huh?" the woman sprang up, her nurses' hat flying off of her head. "Oh! Hello, sensei. Excuse me one moment." she said, slowly rising from her chair. She turned walking a short distance behind her, bending over to pick her hat up off the ground. He raised an eyebrow, watching her bend towards the ground, he caught a small glimpse of her light pink panties and the imprints of her buttocks through the tight dress. She stood up gradually, adjusting the hat back on top of her head and turning to face the man. Her large and bright shiny purple-blue eyes dazzling in the luminescent lighting of the hospital. She smiled at him warmly, bowing in respect.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked, her voice soft and polite.

"I was just wondering if you were feeling alright. I saw you lying on your papers and..." he paused, smiling brightly at her. She was a thing of beauty, indeed. "Nurse Kuchiki. Is it?"

"Yes?"

"Perhaps you should take a break as well. You and Inoue both! It's settled then! Thirty minute break for the both of you, and the other staff will fill in until you come back." he said, nodding his head towards Rukia.

"Thank you, sensei." she bowed, exhaling heavily and walking around the desk. She slid past him, slipping off her hat and making her way to one of the vending machines down the hall. Orihime running closely behind her.

"Rukia! Rukia!" She whispered, rather loudly at that. Rukia sighed turning around slowly.

"Whaaat?" she groaned.

"Kurosaki-sensei wants to see you in his office later on! Oh, that's so unfair!"

Rukia blinked.

"Me? Why?"

"Probably because he thinks you're super cute! Not like me. He probably thinks I'm annoying." Orihime pouted, crossing her arms. She couldn't argue with that.

"I doubt that highly Hime. You're the most gorgeous nurse here." Rukia said, turning back to face the vending machine.

"Really? You really think so?"

"Yeah. Patient uuuuuh," she punched in a few keys on the machine, watching her snack of choice fall to the bottom, "Cifer really thinks so. Asks about you all the time."

Orihime pursed her lips. Not the words she was looking for but...

"Oh! That's right! I need to go check on his IV! I'll be back, where do you want to meet up at?"

"The cafeteria is fine."

"Ew. You're going to eat there?"

"We're going to meet there, Hime. Now go squeeze on your man's arm or something." Rukia teased, walking away slowly. Orihime pouted. My man. She walked down the long hallway slowly, looking into all of the patient's rooms. She stopped in front of one particular room, peeking into the large glass windows and through the tiny spaces in between each fold in the blinds. She got a glimpse of the man she was looking for. His long fiery red hair sprawled out on the pillow, most of his body covered in tattoos. She knocked on the door, opening it slowly, "Hey." she said softly, closing the door behind her. The man turned to her, his aggressive exterior softening at her appearance. He smiled, "Rukia..." he whispered.

"Feeling any better?" Rukia asked, standing at his bedside.

"I'd feel much better if I could get a new pillow."

"I just got you this pillow! See, now you're overworking me."

He laughed, coughing violently. Rukia handed the glass of water from the small table to his side, propping his head up and allowing him to drink from it.

"Careful, Renji. You're bullet wounds haven't healed yet." she said, resting her hand on his chest. He took her hand in his, squeezing it tightly. "I'll be fine." he assured her, lightening his grip on her hand. She smiled, nodding her head slowly. "Oh!" she gasped, "I have to meet Orihime in the cafeteria!" she ran to the door, looking back at him one last time. He looked at her.

"I'll be fine."

She pursed her lips in hesitation, exiting the room and closing the door behind her.

"Did you go see Kurosaki sensei yet?" Orihime squeaked, kicking her legs underneath the table. Rukia looked up from her hands, barely catching a word of what she had said.

"What?"

"Mr. Kurosakiiii!"

"Oh, right." she pushed her hair behind her ear, "No...no I haven't seen him yet."

"You should! When your shift is over."

"Why are you so excited about me going to see the love of your life?" Rukia smirked. Orihime blushed heavily.

"I...'Cause! While your there, you could be my ears!" Orihime winked.

Silence.

"What?"

"Think about it! You're there, you know me, you like me, why not...y'know...bring me up a few times in the conversation, see what he has to say about me and then maybe I can butter him up a little. If you know what I mean."

Rukia's mouth dropped open. This was the last thing she'd expect a girl like Orihime to say. She couldn't help but laugh.

"You're insane."

"I'm not insane! It makes sense right? Come on, Rukia puh-lease!"

"Okay! Okay, alright, okay jeez I'll go talk to him..." she looked at her wrist watch, sighing heavily. "My shift's over anyway." she mumbled, standing up from the table and exiting the cafeteria. She dreaded every step she took to the man's office, walking as slowly as she could. However, she wasn't slow enough. She approached the thick wooden door, knocking on it twice. She listened. No response. Maybe she wouldn't have to come in after all...

"Hello nurse." his voice exploded from behind her. She jumped, tensing up immediately, her heart pounding in her chest.

"You...you scared me s-sensei!" she cried, placing her hand to her chest. He reached around her, opening his office door, "After you." he smiled, leading her into the decent sized room. She took a seat in the cool plastic chair in front of his desk, looking around the office.

"Is there something wrong, sensei?"

"Uh, no. Nothing wrong." He cleared his throat, taking a seat behind his desk. She blinked, choking back her laughter.

"Then...I'm confused." she snorted, "Why am I here?"

"I'd like to ask you out on a date miss Kuchiki."

Her heart dropped. Holy shit what? She blinked again, pinching herself on the thigh to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Nope.

"That's...that's very nice of you doctor but..."

"I've had my eyes on you for quite some time now." he said, resting his chin in his palm, "I know. That sounds a bit...creepy. But you're quite fascinating. Don't think of it as a date, nothing fancy or anything...I'd just like to get to know you a bit. Better."

Her mind raced. What was she supposed to say? If she accepted? If she declined? What would he do? What was this man thinking? The man she had heard nurses and staff members drool and go on and on and on about, lusting and wanting after him. The man she had never once saw through the eyes of her co-workers, he was handsome as hell but... Why would he pursue her? Why not some one giddier or bustier like Orihime? She was certainly very fascinating. Still. She had been silent in thought, and had to answer him now.

"With all do respect, sensei...why me? Why not...Orihime?" she gulped. Not what she was thinking of saying but...

"Nurse Inoue is very open. I can read her like a book, therefore, people like her are of no interest to me."

Ouch.

"You on the other hand. There's something about you. Something that just..." he bit his lip, "entices me."

Okaaaaay, awkward.

"Sensei, I..."

"Will be joining me tomorrow for dinner? You are off tomorrow, aren't you?"

"You read my schedule?" She squinted her eyes sharply. Standing up from the chair, she pulled down the short dress, "Sensei, look. You're a...nice guy...but," she paused in thought. If this man was as fickle as she thought, rejecting him could cost her her reputation. Or worst. Her job. She bit her lip for a moment, giving in to her worries, "but...I wouldn't know what to wear..."

He smiled, chuckling softly, "I'm glad you've accepted. And please, no need for the formalities. You can call me Ichigo. And you don't have to wear anything fancy, just come comfortably. Let me write down the address..."