(This will be the last new story I post. I just needed this to counter the rather depressing previous story.)(So, not to worry all my stories will be completed.)

He did not believe.

He did not trust his heart but the organ in a higer position.

Kurosaki Ichigo simply did not believe what he cannot see and touch.

There was no such thing as love as love sight.

If that was the case, why was the girl in his arms who was staring at him with what he was sure of it, an equally thunderstruck expression on her cute heart-shaped face which was causing his heart to go into overdrive.

As quickly as he has caught hold of her when she crashed into him, she removed herself from him just as fast, apologizing and bowing before she has disappeared from his sight.

His trusty brain has failed him and the organ whose main and only sole purpose was for circulating blood was screaming for him to go after her and find out what was happening to him.

But it was too late and by the time his brain has started to reboot, the first thing it was conscious of was,

'What the hell just happen!?'

(彼女)

"It happened, it happened!"

Two pairs of startled eyes stared inquistive at the bubbly excited girl who seemed to have bounced through the glass doors.

"Rangiku-san! It came true! It happened!" She repeated, almost unable to believe it herself.

The pair of wicked blue eyes twinkled mischievously before the owner remembered what she has been doing before being disturbed.

"Orihime-chan, we have a client." Matsumoto Rangiku gave the gentleman seated in front a smile before turning to fixed her young employee a mock stern glare.

"Oh. I am so sorry. Please forgive me for my rudeness." Embarrassed, a red-faced Inoue Orihime apologized and bowed.

With her head still facing the floor, she did not realized that the client has gotten up till he placed both his hands on her shoulders.

"Nonsense! What's there to be sorry for? I should be thanking you for such a joyful sight so early in the morning." He patted her on the shoulders rather enthusiastically as he admired the blushing beauty in front of him.

"If it's not too personal, do you mind sharing with an old man what made you so elated this gloomy morning."

"But you are not that old and it is a sunny day." Orihime contradicted truthfully.

"Matsumoto-san, where did you find this gem? With your permission, could she divulge a tiny piece of her happiness to us lowly commoners or failing that, can I hug her?" The client grinned smarmily.

Rangiku saw Orihime shrank from being treated in an all too friendly way. She was trying not to offend the customer by being too obvious in distancing herself from him.

Rangiku decided to choose the lesser of the two evils. She suggested for him to be seated before asking Orihime if she was willing to disclose what made her so happy. She made such to let her know she should only do so if she was comfortable with it.

Orihime put on her thinking face completed with a scrunched up face and a finger on the chin.

Why not? Good news are supposed to be shared among friends and though they have only just met, he seemed nice although a little too touchy-freely.

She gave them a little self-conscious smile.

She went all glassy eyes and Rangiku was suddenly afraid of what was to come out of her imaginative employee's mouth.

(彼女)

No matter how he tried, Kurosaki Ichigo could not get the image of the auburn-hair beauty out of his mind.

'Stupid brain. You can't trust anything nowadays.'

He was getting more and more frustrated. He did not let himself get attracted to the opposite sex so easily. In fact due to having to prove himself because of his hair color, he just concentrated on his studies and now his work. Hell, to his crazy old man he was batting for the other team simply because he has never shown any interest or brought home any girls to introduce to the 'weeping in front of his mom's picture and lamenting his failure as a father' old man.

So why her? Why now? Could it be he's having a quarter life crisis? Was he regretting what he has not done for the past few years? Why don't he just admit she's damn attractive and he's thinking with the other organ besides the two main ones.

Ughhh! This is killing him. Work, he should get back to work. Work will keep him occupied and not waste time on long lustrous hair, bewitching bright eyes and almost impossible to resist shimmering soft..., The cellphone ringtone roused him from his uncontrollable sinful fantasy before it evolved into... What was he hoping for it to be? What was happening to him?

WORK! He should definitely get back to work, right after he answered his cellphone.

(彼女)

"So, I will see you at my place this evening. You really do not want me to perform my gentleman's duty by accompanying you to my humble abode."

Orihime successfully suppressed her giggles. She just grinned happily.

"I will be fine, Kurosaki-sensei."

"No, no, no, Hime-chan." Kurosaki Isshin wagged his finger like a happy dog's tail in front of Orihime.

"Remember what we have discussed, it is Isshin to you if we are going to pull this off." He reminded her of their or rather his ingenious plan.

"That's right. Sorry Kuro...," She corrected herself. "Isshin-san." And she beamed angelically at him.

'I hope I am doing the right thing and this sweet innocent angel will not get hurt in any way.' Isshin thought to himself as he took his leave with this solemn consideration to himself.

Orihime waved to Isshin until he was out of sight.

"He is nice, isn't he?."

"That old fox. I don't trust him."

"Rangiku-san! How can you say that about someone as friendly and fun as Kurosaki-sensei?" Orhime chided her employer and mentor.

"It's Isshin-san, remember and you make him out to be like a dog."

"I know. I will only address him as Isshin-san when we are with his son. And Kurosaki-sensei does remind one of a cuddly overgrown puppy." Orihime gushed as she imagined what kind of canine the whiskered doctor could be.

Knowing what her young friend was daydreaming about, Rangiku gave Orihime a soft tap on the head.

"He's a wolf. Who knows whether he is really doing it for his son or trying to snag a hottie like you. You better be careful when you are at his home. I still don't believe I bought into his harebrained scheme." Rangiku glanced at Orihime worryingly. "Maybe we should refuse this job. Something's not right about it."

"Don't worry Rangiku-san. I trust him. Didn't you notice how attentive he was when I was recalling my destiny. He even assured me to trust in fate, wasn't that supportive of him?"

"Supportive? You're too trusting Hime." Rangiku warned her.

"Rangiku-san," Orihime began softly. "Do you think I will see him again?"

Rangiku looked at the face which was filled with both hope and fear. She sighed. Who was she to burst the princess's bubbles?

"You have waited all your life for it to happen, since it came true this morning, it proved you were right in waiting so yes, you will see him again."

Orihime's mind kept repeating what Rangiku-san just said, 'you will see him again, you will see him again, I will see him again.' Her heart was thumping in agreement as well.

(彼女)

Kurosaki Ichigo was relieved his father called him at that moment. He was daydreaming like a giggly teenage girl over a idol. But she was stunning enough to be one though. With a face like hers and that body.

Ughhh! Focus, he needed to focus.

He was also grateful to his dad. Dinner with the family would distract him from a certain auburn-haired stranger.

That was what she was to him, a stranger.

And it was not as if he will ever see her again.

(彼女)

(Thanx for reading.)