OYASUMI NASAI, KUROSAKI-KUN

Hi! This is my second Bleach fanfic! And an Ichihime one again.

…wait a second…

My last one wasn't Ichihime, was it? It was an ONESIDED Ichihime…

*blinkblink*

Yada yada. Whatever.

This will mainly be told from Orihime's POV, with occasional interludes.

Disclaimer: On no accounts do I own Bleach.

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Prologue

I knocked on their door.

Yuzu-chan opened it.

She smiled at me.

"Ichigo is in his bedroom, Orihime. Please feel free to go up."

I smiled back at her, and whisked in.

Today was a very special day…
It was the first anniversary of our relationship.

Yes, a year ago today, I had finally admitted my feelings towards Kurosaki-no, Ichigo!

I smiled fondly at the memory…

-Flashback-

"Where's Kurosaki-kun?" I asked worriedly. Last I had heard of him, he had been fighting Aizen. I didn't know what happened to him…

I had been with Rukia-chan, fighting against the Gillian masses which threatened to overwhelm us.

We had won.

Rukia-chan tilted her head.

"Get there swiftly, Orihime."

I nodded, and sped away.

…

When I arrived at the battle scene, I gasped.

Kurosaki-kun was on the ground, with blood pouring out of his wounds.

Aizen was nowhere to be seen.

"Did he…?" I asked tentatively, scared about the answer.

Renji-san looked up. "He won. But he's lost a lot of blood. Quick, save him while you can."

I nodded, and flung myself down next to him.

As I healed him, I heard the one thing that made my day:

"I love you…"

-Flashback End-

I now stood in front of his bedroom, present in hand.

Then I heard the peculiar noises coming from behind the door.

Moaning.

Sucking.

Could it be…?

I froze.

-Flashback

"I love you…"

-Flashback End-

He had never said who he'd loved.

I pushed open the door.

My eyes widened at the sight.

Rukia-chan and Ichigo, together on the bed, kissing. Moaning into each others' mouths.

Time stopped around me.

Then it started again with a vengeance.

I dropped the present.

It smashed loudly.

Ichigo and Rukia-chan looked at me.

I looked for any sign of deniance or alcohol in Ichigo's gaze.

There was none.

Just a whispered 'I'm so, so sorry…'

Sorry? Did he really think that was enough?

I felt tears blooming from underneath my eyelashes.

I fled the room.

And didn't look back.

I ran down the stairs, tears blinding me, and rushed past the worried 'What's wrong?' that Yuzu-chan offered.

I just carried on running.

I thought he had loved me.

I thought he wanted to be with me.

I had had so many delusions…

I rushed out the door, and ran blindly into the road.

A screech of brakes…

And then I felt nothing more.

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This is just a set-the-scene chapter, to explain most things.

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