SUMMARY: Orihime hasn't been to school for three days and Ichigo wonders why, he decides to investigate over at her home, but when he arrives, a portal envelopes him and he finds himself in 1926, without his Shingami powers, in the Private Investigator profession, can he use his deductive reasoning to find Orihime?

A/N: If you do not loike the plot or the character plot, then do not read this fic. This is specifically IchigoXOrihime. You have been warned.

DISCLAIMER: All belongs to the genius himself, Kubo-sensei.

'He could feel her Spiritual Pressure emananting from within the room, but it felt...old, as if it was just lingering around.'

PROLOGUE:

Missing.

Ichigo looked around the familiar classroom, looking for a certain bubbly character. "Hey, Tatsuki, where's Inoue?" The orange-haired Substitute Shinigami asked his short haired friend. He noted that Tatsuki looked more on edge than ever, her hair unkempt and her uniform rumpled, as if she hadn't ironed it properly or just threw it on without a second glance to her appearance.

"I haven't heard a thing from her." Tatsuki Arisawa spoke softly, her eyes dull, as if there was no life in them, like Orihime brought that happiness to her.

"She could be sick? Maybe she's gone to the doctor's while you visited." Ichigo suggested, looking at Tatsuki with concerned chocolate eyes.

"Maybe." Tatsuki agreed, but Ichigo knew she didn't think so.

After a normal day of school, Ichigo decided to show up at Orihime's home. He walked up the stairs and went to her apartment, knocking softly on the door. "Inoue? It's Kurosaki Ichigo. Are you home?" Ichigo felt like an idiot, talking to the door. He knocked again. "Inoue?"

No answer from inside.

Ichigo grabbed the handle of the door and it swung open slightly, the door wasn't even closed.

Fear gripped the orange-haired Shinigami and he ran inside. "INOUE!" He screamed, running around her house, looking for the bubbly healer, but her presence was nowhere in the room. He could feel her Spiritual Pressure emananting from within the room, but it felt...old, as if it was just lingering around.

"Inoue-chan.." He whispered softly, touching the pink blanket that covered her futon, it smelled of her scent.

Like sweet strawberries and red-bean paste, he found it to be an amazing combination that was totally unique, just like her.

Then he felt a strange power, it was pulsing and twirling around him, it felt like it was pushing against his skin, wrapping around his body like a whip. "What the.." Ichigo said, his eyes wide as the invisible cabled tightened around him. 'Is this Sai? The Bakudo spell that Rukia used on me when we first met? No, I don't feel it's different power, it's something else..different.'

Then Ichigo's body started to move, his legs were tightly bound together but still, the cords that held him firmly in place started to move. "WHAT THE HELL!?" He screamed, trying to break the cords, but his Spiritual Pressure couldn't destroy said cords. Ichigo's eyes widened. He was trapped.

Never had he felt so helpless, so scared in his life! It was pathetic!

'Pathetic!'

Ichigo couldn't fight the cords.

'Pathetic!'

He now saw the swirling black void that he was about to enter, a sound a faint roaring sound greeted his ears.

"PATHETIC!" Ichigo screamed, and then everything went black as Ichigo lost consciousness.

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"Hnn, hum, hnn!" A sweet voice hummed, her dress was golden, with diamonities and the split of the dress revealed the sides of soft, cream thighs.

Her hair was worn in a tight bun, her bangs swishing around her face and she wore an intricate headpiece that complimented her outfit, she walked into the bar and smiled. "Good evening!" She spoke and waved at the people surrounding her in the speakeasy.

'Ah Inoue-san!'

'Good evening Inoue-san!'

'Welcome back, Inoue-san!'

Orihime Inoue stood in the limelight of the bar and took the stage, raising the microphone to her full red lips, her sweet, melodic voice captured everyone.

"Blackbird, blackbird singing the blues all day.
Right outside of my door.
Blackbird, blackbird who do you sit and say.
There's no sunshine in store."

Many of the audience whooped at the familiar song she sang.

"All through the winter you hung around.
Now I begin to feel homeward bound.
Blackbird, blackbird gotta be on my way.
Where there's sunshine galore."

Orihime's beautiful voice crooned the familiar lyrics of the song of 1926.

"Pack up all my care and woe.
Here I go, singing low.
Bye bye blackbird.
Where somebody waits for me.
Sugar's sweet, so is she.
Bye bye blackbird."

Her eyes closed as her body swayed with the tune of the cello and the piano.

"No one here can love and understand me.
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me.
Make my bed and light the light.
I'll arrive late tonight.
Blackbird, bye bye.

I've been longing for you.
Bluebird bluebird what do I hear you say.
Skies are turning to blue.

I'm like a flower that's fading here.
Where ev'ry hour is one long tear.
Bluebird bluebird this is my lucky day.
Now my dreams will come true.

Pack up all my care and woe.
Here I go, singing low.
Bye bye blackbird.
Where somebody waits for me.
Sugar's sweet, so is she.
Bye bye blackbird.

No one here can love and understand me.
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me.
Make my bed and light the light.
I'll arrive late tonight.
Blackbird, bye bye."

The song ended with her bowing modestly and everyone cheered and whistled as her song ended. Roses were thrown up on the stage, Orihime had been showered with rose petals before walking off stage and she went to the bartender, where men had line up to buy her an alcoholic beverage, but her new friend, Roger, the bartender pushed them back while talking to her.

"Now, Orihime-chan, that was some great tunes, water with a lemon twist and extra ice?" Omi Tanaka asked, smiling endearingly at her.

"Domo arigato Tanaka-san!" Orihime smiled sweetly at her friend.

"Coming right up!"

Orihime waited patiently, though her mind started to wonder. 'I hope Kurosaki-kun, Tatsuki-chan, Rukia-san, Sado-kun and Ishida-kun aren't worried about me.'

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Wearing a black, three piece suit with a fedora hat plonked on top of his spiky hair, he looked at the woman before him. "Say that again?"

"I want you to trail this woman! I believe she is having an affair with my husband, she's a speakeasy singer afterall, it wouldn't beneath her!" The older woman turned her nose up. "I had this photo taken by a friend of mine who is a photographer for the Karakura Times, he tailed my husband to this bar and he was with this woman!" She threw the black and white image onto his desk and stared at it with wide eyes.

"Yes, she's a looker, but she is devious! I want her away from my husband!"

His fingers traced the photograph of the woman. "Arigato.." He looked at her file. "Yamashita-san, I will investigate this further."

Mrs Yamashita took her leave, walking out the door and closing it, in big bold letters upon the stained glass read:

PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR

ICHIGO KUROSAKI.

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