See Right through Me

Just another Bleach Story

Well, here is another story I am currently working on. I have so many that I actually need to finish. But when you get an idea you have to write it down and that is exactly what I have done!

Summary: Based after the winter war with Aizen, Ichigo has been staying away from Orihime to protect her from his hollow. But Orihime thinks that Ichigo is falling for Rukia and ignoring her completely. In the mist of all the drama and heartbreak a new transfer student has showed up looking just like the dead Espada, Ulquiorra. Could it actually be him?

Pairings: Tatsuki X Uryuu, Renji X Rukia, and a pair that will truly surprise you…muhaha cough, cough.

Well here is the first chapter to See Right through Me.

Lost Soul

*Orihime*

It had been months since the winter war with Aizen and the Arrancars, had been months since the death of Ulquiorra, and had been months since Ichigo Kurosaki had even looked at her. Orihime sat at her desk staring out of the window beside of her. Slowly she let her mind daze as she stared out of the window, chin resting on her fist watching the clouds roll by.

Ichigo was gone yet again and Kon now sat in his body while he went to exterminate the occasional Hollow. Hollows rarely appeared in Karakura Town anymore since the war making Karakura peaceful once again. Most people in their situation would be happy to be back to normal, but for her group of friends it had made life boring. A backpack was slammed down onto her desk causing her to look up, eyes still dazed.

"You okay, Orihime?" Tatsuki asked as she looked down at her with concern.

"Huh? Uh, yeah, I'm just fine," Orihime smiled up at her, the smile not reaching her eyes like before. "My mind was wondering…" she reached up scratching the back of her head nervously.

"No kidding. Anyway, are you coming?" Tatsuki said, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder.

"Where are you going?" she asked, gathering her books slowly, standing quickly, and looking at the ground.

"Well, I was going to grab a bite with Uryuu," she said looking away from Orihime. "You have been different since you have gotten back."

Orihime looked up from the ground she had been staring at, "I went through a lot while I was gone." She thought about watching Ulquiorra vanish before her eyes.

"Are you coming or not?" Tatsuki asked following Orihime as she began walking away. It was clear she was no longer listening to her anymore. She looked as if she was thinking of something else. "Hey, Earth to Orihime!"

"I, uh, have some things I have to do today," she said scratching the back of her head in the same nervous manner that she did moments ago.

"Fine then," Tatsuki said looking away only to catch a glimpse of Uryuu. "See ya, Orihime. Hey, Uryuu, wait up!"

"Okay," she muttered to herself, watching Tatsuki smile with Uryuu even though Uryuu wore the same expression he always did. Tatsuki and Uryuu had been going out since he had returned to school after the winter war. Her gaze returned to the ground as she began to walk once again, not watching where she was going. Before she knew what was happening she was lying on her back with her books scattered around her.

Only managing a groaned she rubbed her butt with a wince not even noticing Ichigo staring at her.

"Inoue," Ichigo offered her a hand without meeting eye contact.

A blush slowly spread across her cheeks, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering wildly. She knew right away it wasn't Kon because for the simple fact, if it was he would have been all over her and calling her by her first name. Orihime was pleased nonetheless because it was the first word he had spoken to her in months. Ignoring the hand she rolled over onto her hands and knees to gather her books. If he wasn't going to apologize she wasn't going to acknowledge him.

"Inoue…." Ichigo said her name a whisper. He slung his bag over his shoulder, his hand falling to his side. "I'm sorry."

Orihime looked back over her shoulder, watching him shove his hand into his pocket as he walked away, "Kurosaki-kun…."

She stood up with her books pressed tightly against her chest. She started running. She ran quickly through the school, down the stairs, the street, until she finally came to her apartment where she lived alone. Hot tears ran down her cheeks as she opened the door. To her being alone was all she wanted. Hueco Mundo had changed her completely even though things had stayed the same around her. Outside of her apartment the Hitsugaya and Matsumoto's name still remained there, in the room where she now stood the same picture of her older brother, Sora, remained on the small table. Everything was the same, everything but her. She sighed to herself, the last of the tears drying on her face as she sat her books down on the table.

"Guess whoooo it is, Orihime?" Somebody sang from the kitchen, giggling even.

"Eh?" Orihime's eyes widened as she stared at Rangiku Matsumoto in the doorway of her kitchen. "Matsumoto-san, what are you doing here?"

Rangiku giggled, smiling. "I thought I would stop by for a visit. Well, the captain and me."

"She dragged me here, "Toshiro Hitsugaya grumbled, crossing his arms with impatience. "She wouldn't shut up until I did."

Orihime looked them over not believing they were actually there. Well since they were Rangiku had made herself at home and already changed into some of her clothes. Toshiro was wearing blue jeans and a long sleeve shirt like he usually did when he was there. Orihime gave a little sigh, knowing deep down she was happy they were here. Then the realization hit. If they were here that mean others were to. That meant Rukia was also here.

"What's wrong, Hime-chan?" Rangiku tilted her head to the side, pale blue eyes soft.

"Nothing's wrong, hehe." Orihime smiled, laughing nervously. "I am going to change out of my school uniform." She hurried to her room, quickly closing the door behind her when she was in it.

"Something's wrong with that girl," Toshiro said leaning against the wall. "She isn't as…."

"Cheerful," Rangiku said all playfulness gone out of her voice.

"Air headed," he sighed.

Orihime leaned against the door leaning to them talk, which lead to a small argument, a very small smile on her lips. One button at a time she began to take the grey jacket of her uniform off. Why did Rukia have to show up? Ichigo barely looked at her with her not here; he definitely wouldn't even take a glimpse in her direction now. Her jacket fell to the floor in a grey heap her white shirt falling shortly after that. She quickly followed suit, falling to her knees.

"Kurosaki-kun, Kurosaki-kun, Kurosaki-kun," each one of his names spoken louder, she hugged herself hot fresh tears falling. "Why won't you…" She never knew how to finish the sentence so all she did was cry. In the other room she knew Rangiku and Toshiro could hear her broken sobs that now shook her whole body, knew they could hear her silent pleas.

"Kurosaki-kun," she rasped, hugging herself tightly.

Her door slid open with a slam with Rangiku standing there with her hands on her hips, "That is enough, Orihime!"

"I'm s-sorry," Orihime hiccupped, short of breath. "It just hurts. This f-feeling of loneliness hurts."

"Ichigo Kurosaki is a fool if he doesn't notice your pain," Rangiku walked over to her, squatting, "Orihime."

Rangiku grabbed her arms in her hands gently straightening her up. Her eyes were full of sympathy and warmth as she wiped the tears from her face, but what they held most of all knowing what she was going. With a tender smile she handed Orihime some clothes to put on. Orihime didn't reject either.

"You shouldn't waste your time on him either," Rangiku stood, arms crossing when she did. "You are a beautiful girl and I know you will find someone."

"Has this happened to you before, Rangiku?" Orihime asked sniffing, throat sore from crying. "Has somebody left you all alone when you needed them the most?" Rangiku kept quiet staring out of her room into the one that connected to it. "I love him so much, so I can't just forget him."

"Well obviously he doesn't love you!" Rangiku snapped at her, head whipping around to face her.

Orihime flinched visibly from the snap, tears springing up in her bloodshot eyes, "I know. Kurosaki-kun just sees right through me."

Rangiku sighed, looking away guiltily, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that. I know what you are going through." With that Rangiku walked out of the room closing the door behind her.

The door slid closed leaving Orihime sitting alone, once again, hugging her tightly. Deep down she wished she was still in Hueco Mundo with Ulquiorra. Just thinking about the sullen-looking, green-eyed Espada sent tears streaming fresh and hot. All she saw when she thought of him now was him dying in front of her.

*Ichigo*

Ichigo Kurosaki lay on his back staring up at his ceiling, bored, just like he did every day after school. He rarely came out his room, but today was different. The emotionless face of Orihime haunted his thoughts instead of the happy, laughing Orihime. She was always in his thoughts even in his dreams but he had to stay away from her. During his fight with Ulquiorra he had almost killed her when his Hollow took control, and he would have if Ulquiorra did not stop him from doing so by willingly killing himself.

Ulquiorra.

Just thinking of him brought a sharp pain to his chest. He had driven his hand through his chest killing him. Yes, he had experienced death, experienced it twice by Ulquiorra's hand. Hate didn't describe what he felt toward the dead Espada. Hatred was the biggest emotion he felt toward Ulquiorra but there was one that he never would have expected. Jealousy. Yes, he was jealous of him. He was jealous because he had gotten to be there for Orihime, had gotten to protect her when that was what he was supposed to do. He had taken Orihime away from him.

The thought of losing Orihime hurt more than any physical wound. The thought of him being the one to cause her death would definitely kill him. Now he was purposefully hurting her to keep her safe from him. The Hollow within still refused to be controlled now that it knew it could take full control of him, and until he could control it he would stay away from Orihime.

Ichigo dozed off like he usually did with the dreams seeping into the peacefulness of his sleep.

Orihime sat in the middle of their bed smiling up at him happily. A blush was light on her creamy cheeks as he removed his shirt from his body. It had been two years since they had started living together and Orihime still blushed innocently when she saw him bear chested.

She looked away nervously as he climbed into the queen-sized bed, behind her instead of beside her like usual, his chest rubbing against her silk covered back. His legs, on either side of her body, and ran his hands down the silk that covered her creamy skin. He felt her shiver and heard a little whimper when he nuzzled the back of her neck as he massaged her shoulders.

She was always so shy with him, always afraid to truly let herself go. That's what he loved most about her, the shyness. He loved the little nervous giggles she gave when he would hug her from behind in the kitchen, surprising her. He loved the soft kisses he would get when he told her loved her before he left for work.

Tonight he was going to show her how much he loved her, how much he always loved her but was afraid to tell her. His hands down her back slowly finding the hem of her silky night shirt, his fingers wrapped in it.

"Um, Kurosaki-kun," Orihime whispered in a tiny voice barely audible for him to hear.

"Hime-chan, you can call me Ichigo," he chuckled softly, kissing her shoulder pushing the strap aside for his kiss.

"Um, Ichig-go-kun," she blushed as she said it, bringing her small fist to cover her mouth. "Are we….Are we, um, g-going to?" When she felt his nod she reached for the top of the covers to pull them down.

His hands released the shirt so she could do so even though she remained nestled between his extended legs. He smiled at her flushed cheeks, her beautiful grey eyes looking everywhere but at him, and the silky night outfit he had bought her yesterday. God, she was so beautiful to him. She leaned back up her back facing him once again. This time when he gripped the hem of her shirt he pulled it off, running his hands down her back slowly, not even a bra strap covering a piece of her creamy skin.

Before he knew it she was on her back with her ginger hair fanned out on the silky pillow and he was inside of her kissing away the tears of her losing her virginity. She was wrapped around him, her legs entangled with his and the covers, her fingers intertwined with his as he held her. He was lost to her in body and in mind, all he could feel was her, all her could smell was her, all he could think about was her as he moved deeper within her tight virgin body.

Then he heard it, the Hollow's voice in the back of his head through the thick fog he was in. It was using the vulnerable state he was in to get control of his body. Ichigo couldn't believe how stupid he was putting the person he love the most in such danger as he just did. He knew Orihime was in danger because she was oblivious to how rough he had begun to move. His once gentle thrusts were now violent, slamming into her, but all she did was innocently arched up to meet him.

"You see her, Ichigo?" it rasped in his head. "Beautiful, isn't she?"

Ichigo looked down, had to. She was beautiful, so beautiful it hurt to look at her. Her creamy cheeks were flushed, her eyes were closed, her soft beautiful lips were parted slightly allowing soft moans of pleasure to escape, and her forehead had a thin layer of sweat.

"See how lost she is? Killing her would be easy, wouldn't it? You want to end her. Want to feel her warm blood on your hands and the metallic taste on your tongue," it continued to talk, telling him things he didn't want to do, things he never wanted to do.

Ichigo shook his head, burying his face deep in Orihime's damp hair. It was the only thing he could do to try to get the Hollow out of his head, but it wasn't working he was losing control and fast.

"Go ahead and do it. She wouldn't realize it. After all she hasn't even realized how violent you have gotten," it smiled in his head.

Orihime's grip tightened on his hands as she moaned loudly, back arching and her stomach pressing to his. "Go away, go away!" Ichigo ground his teeth together, pulling his face from Orihime's hair so he could kiss her swallowing her moan. When he pulled away she was looking at him, smiling as her head fell back exposing her throat.

"I-I love you, Ichigo-kun," she moaned softly, eyes looking back up to his. Immediately she gasped though it was half a moan. His eyes were no longer his they were his Hollow's, black with the golden-yellow irises. Panic ran through her and she screamed trying to pull away from him, "Ichigo-kun!"

The Hollow took control then, Ichigo watching from behind its eyes. He watched Orihime scream, heard it echo, and scream as the Hollow tortured her, cutting her skin with it nails, as it continued toward its peak. Then he watched as her throat was ripped out so easily by its' hands, the blood gushing warm and fresh from the wound, as it hit its climax and released.

"Bye, Hime-chan," it said in Ichigo's voice, licking some of her blood from her flesh.

Orihime's eyes widened lips parting, as if to say something, and her chest raised for the last time. The last thing he saw were her dead eyes staring as the Hollow gave the body back to Ichigo to marvel in its work. Ichigo screamed in pure grief, holding Orihime to him as he cried.

Ichigo shot up in his bed, looking beside of him as he did, "Orihime?" Realizing he was in his room and in his bed he sighed, letting his sweaty face fall into his hands. He cursed into his hands, rubbing his face, "I'm sorry, Orihime," he mumbled.

"What's the matter with you?" Somebody said from the foot of his bed.

"R-Rukia, why are you-?" Ichigo's mouth fell open as he mumbled her name incredulously.

"Duh, it's me," she crossed her arms, fighting the urge to smile.

"What are you doing in my room? Scratch that why are you here?" he shouted, balling his hands into fists.

"It's good to see you too, Ichigo," she shouted back at him.

"Whatever," he mumbled, falling back on his bed with a heavy sigh. "Why are you here? I want the reason."

"Rangiku wanted some of us to go on vacation and she picked Karakura Town for the spot." Rukia said with a smile. "What's wrong with you?" she asked noticing how different he was.

"It's the Hollow, Rukia; he's still there and refuses to be controlled any longer." He rubbed his face as he spoke. "It wants to kill her."

Rukia sat in his chair at his desk, "Who does it want to kill?" When he didn't answer she jumped up and grabbed him by the shirt. "Who is it, Ichigo?"

He stared at her blankly, "Orihime."

"Ichigo, Rukia, dinner is ready!" Yuzu yelled from downstairs.

*Orihime*

Orihime dressed in a daze, the tears had stained her pale cheeks, her eyes were bloodshot, and her throat was sore from crying the night before. It was useless to think nobody would notice, so she sucked up what was left of her pride and grabbed her backpack for school.

Expecting to see Toshiro and Rangiku a smile was plastered on her face but the room was completely empty. It was a relief not to have Rangiku in her face asking nonstop questions that she used to ask. She slid the hair pins, Sore had given her, in her hair that she had taken out the previous night then headed for the front door. As her foot stepped out onto the pavement she couldn't help but to have that sliver of hope that Ichigo would talk to her. The odds were against her just like they always were. It didn't hurt to hope, well in her case it did.

She walked down the crowded streets alone swinging her bag back and forth at her side. Still she looked at the ground had since they returned due to the fact she was afraid to look at anyone since. She was afraid if she got too close to someone they would die. They always did, Sora her brother, did after all. Then there was Ichigo on several occasions, but Ulquiorra was the only one she couldn't really forget. She saw it then, his outstretched hand and him asking her if she was afraid of him.

She bumped into someone, like she usually did every morning, almost falling over if who it was didn't grab her. She looked up at the person, blushing at the sight of spiky orange hair and brown eyes.

"I'm sorry, Kurosaki-kun," she looked down at the hand that still held her arm as she apologized.

"Inoue," he said quietly, hoping she would look up at him.

"I am sorry, Kurosaki-kun, I didn't mean to bump into you again!" She waved her hands in the air as she fumbled over her words.

Ichigo released her arm with a slight chuckle, "It is fine. Have you, uh, been crying?" He internal flinched as he looked at her pale tear stained face.

"Eh? Oh no, I, uh, was trying to put on makeup. Rangiku said it would make me look pretty. I put it on wrong so I had to scrub it off. Yeah, that's it," she tried to lie but she failed miserably.

"I am sorry," he said and walked away from her.

What could he possibly be sorry for? It wasn't ignoring her because he just walked away like nothing had happened. Then she saw Rukia and she had a pretty good idea what it was when Rukia grabbed his arm with a smile.

"I know why," tears stung her eyes as she mumbled to herself. "It's Rukia. It's always Rukia."

*Ichigo*

"W-what are you doing?" Ichigo pushed Rukia away from him impatiently. "What's with you?"

"I saw Orihime, Ichigo." Rukia looked over at him then back at Orihime, whom was walking alone. "She doesn't look so good."

"So that gives you the right to hold my arm?" he snapped at her, shaking his fist.

"You don't look good yourself," she made a face at him, pulling the skin under her eye down and sticking her tongue out. "Did you have another dream?"

"No, not like that," he mumbled, watching Orihime walk with her head down, "this one was different."

Rukia followed his gaze, eyes falling on Orihime. She had to do something before they both fell apart.

"This one was very different," he mumbled to himself even though he knew Rukia heard.

*Orihime*

Orihime slid into her desk trying to be unnoticed as she did so. She fixed the sweater-like shirt, which went over the white one she had on, and her gray skirt. Ichigo had actually talked to her this morning and even noticed that she had been crying, but Rukia had also been there to take him away from her. She just hoped he didn't know it was over him.

Resting her chin on her fist, she looked out of the window resuming what she was doing yesterday. The clouds were big and fluffy today, making it easy to find shapes in them. If one looked hard enough they could see a whole farm of animals in them and even a barn, but not everybody had an imagination like her.

The teacher began to take role as she noticed a cloud that looked like a bat. Ulquiorra. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply to keep the tears away. Why did she have to see that one?

"They're juvenile delinquents so they aren't ever here," Orihime heard the teacher mumble as she continued to hold back the tears.

"Orihime?" she opened her eyes to have the teacher's on her. "Are you all right?"

"I, uh, need to you the bathroom!" she got up and hurried out of the room. "Thank you Sensei!"

"O-Orihime, wait!" Tatsuki got up and followed.

Ichigo looked back then got up out of his seat and left the room to wait for her.

Orihime froze in front of the bathroom just staring at the door, "Why is he gone?"

"I don't know who you are talking about so I don't know what to say," Tatsuki touched her shoulder, feeling hurt when she flinched. Tatsuki could see her shoulders shake as Orihime began to cry. "What happened?"

Orihime turned around throwing herself at Tatsuki, empting her tears on the front of Tatsuki's shirt, "He only saved me! He only wanted to save me and now he is gone! He's dead!"

"What are you talking about, Orihime? Ichigo is sitting in the classroom," Tatsuki held her as Orihime cried.

"Not Kurosaki-kun. Ulquiorra-san!" her sobs became hiccups as she sobbed until she could cry no more.

Tatsuki remained silent until she was done crying, "Orihime, we have to get back to class."

"Yeah," Orihime's voice was hoarse from all the crying she had done. She followed behind Tatsuki quietly until they reached the classroom. Ichigo stood glaring at a new student. The student had black hair, shaggy about shoulder length, and when he turned toward Orihime she almost fainted. His eyes were the exact same green and his lips were deep red instead of black but he looked exactly like Ulquiorra.

The teacher stepped out of the classroom into the hallway, "Oh, I see you have met the new transfer student."

"Hello, I am Ulquiorra Schiffer."

END OF PART ONE