A/N: If you don't like the pairings or the plot, then don't bloody read. Constructive criticism is always welcome. By all means, leave flames. It will give me incentive to write even more :D and as always, leave wonderful comments, like you all do :)

DISCLAIMER: All is owned by Kubo-sensei. All I own is this plot, my characters and that's all.

WORD COUNT: 1,364

PAIRINGS: Ichigo/Orihime. Rukia/Renji. Chad/OC. Uryu/OC. Byakuya/OC.

PROLOGUE:

THE DEMON ARC

It had been ten years since the fall of Takeshi, their most dangerous foe since the Arrancar Arc and the Thousand Year Quincy Blood War, but now, those wars seemed like a birthday party compared to the wrath of an enemy they couldn't even begin to comprehend. In 1534 a young girl named Kiku Hajemishi studied Dark Magic out of curiosity, during her studies, she was approached by a cloaked man, who claimed to be her saviour. He taught her the way to wield and control her dark powers; but when she gained more strength and her power went to her head, the cloaked man revealed himself to be a trickster, working for the Soul Society to eliminate any threats and stripped her of her powers, sending her straight to Hell. Kiku, enraged and betrayed, used her knowledge and conserved her strength, awaiting the day when she could strip the powers of stronger individuals and one day claim her rightful place as Queen of All.

The trickster, Yuudai, fled Tokyo and took refuge in Karakura Town, assuming the name of Yuuta Inoue, marrying a local peasant girl, Megumi Takishiro. Once Kiku learned of Yuudai's new identity and that he had started a family, Kiku cursed the Inoue family, for four hundred years, the once pure bloodline led a life of misery and misfortune.

Soon enough, the fifth generation of Inoue was born. Two innocent children, born to a life of abuse and felony, Kiku was ecstatic with the already perfect predicament. But then, the elder brother strayed from her path and created his own, with his younger sister in tow. The demon had to do something. Killing the brother was the perfect opportunity to ensure the sisters misery. Yet it strengthened her! Kiku made sure that the pestilent girl was alone and that she was bullied during the course of her education, but then she made friends with a girl who happened to protect her! So she sent everything that she could think of, but she was thwarted with every attempt. Then that girl got married and had children. Kiku's luck was slowly coming around though. She found if she could manipulate the children, her beloved husband and her friends, then that girl will surely crumble, her heart broken, torn and bleeding. Yet Kiku wanted it disintegrated.

"A missing heart is sweeter than a broken one." Kiku cackled, sitting on her throne in Hell, petting an unfortunate soul's head.

(..)

Orihime sat on the porch-swing, watching her beautiful children run around the backyard.

Masaki, at age 15, was turning into a beautiful young woman with her mother's fast and accentuated development, long spiky orange hair, sharp brown eyes and delicate features with a hard attitude. Masaki acted just like her father, yet she was sweet and compassionate to those who deserved it, like her mother. She was currently chasing her younger brother around with a frog, laughing at how much of a baby he was acting like.

Sora, at age 10, was exactly like his mother, yet looked just like like his deceased uncle, shaggy brown hair to his collarbone, crystal gray eyes and a sweet disposition, he was currently crying, running as fast as he could away from Masaki, blubbering and begging for Masaki to stop.

Orihime turned her head to look at her beautiful twin boys, they had sharp refined features, the same spiky bright orange hair as their father and the same temperament, they scowled just like him too, which Orihime found adorable. Naoki and Taiki being 7 years each, Naoki was older by 5 minutes, they were cheeky, mischievous and they loved playing pranks on their father and siblings, but they adored their mother too much to give her grief.

Orihime giggled to see they already had a wicked plan in motion; they were setting up their toy forklift. The fork arm itself, was spring loaded and if positioned properly, could serve as a slingshot, Naoki set up the slingshot while Taiki scooped dirt from the garden bed, wet it and slapped the mud in place.

"Oh, Daddy~!Taiki fell! He's bleeding! Quick!" Orihime giggled as Taiki fell dramatically and started hollering and crying, clutching his knee in mock-agony. Orihime heard the tell-tale stomps of her overprotective husband running to comfort his youngest child. As soon as Ichigo burst through the glass sliding door, Naoki let go of the spring-loaded arm and a clump of mud sailed through the air and hit it's intended target straight on. Ichigo fell back from the impact and landed on his back, his brown eyes and orange hair were the only thing visible as he lay on the wooden porch, stunned and he mentally assessed the situation.

He heard Orihime's tinkling laughter and his eye twitched. He fell for their tricks. Again. FOR THE EIGTH TIME!

Ichigo got up and rubbed the mud off his face, making his children laugh as they saw the infamous scowl that he always wore. His children used to fear that scowl, now they laugh at him. He blamed Orihime, ever since she revealed that she once called him 'Scowl-face', he could never wear his scowl with pride again, or to even intimidate anybody with it when his children were around. "You two!" Ichigo growled, pointing at his twin sons.

"Yes, scowl-face~?" Naoki and Taiki teased, laughing.

"It's Dad! Only your mother calls me that name and what is the meaning of throwing mud at an unsuspecting person! Give the person a warning so they can dodge it!" Ichigo boomed, glaring at his two youngest, especially Naoki, who probably planned the whole thing out.

"Nyah-nyah, Daddy. How are we supposed to catch you off guard if we warn you? It wouldn't be any fun!" Taiki spoke up, clutching his little tummy as he laughed harder. When they opened their eyes, Ichigo was gone from his place on the porch. Both Kurosaki twins saw that they had been lifted off the ground, peering into their fathers unpleased face. "Uh-oh." Naoki and Taiki said in unison, they looked at each other and back to their father, gulping.

Ichigo grinned and started to spin around, making his sons laugh and squeal in pure joy. Orihime watched and ran to save Sora from his frog-wielding big sister. "Mum!" Sora cried, jumping into her arms.

Masaki started to laugh and sidled to her mother, cuddling her gently, still holding the slimy frog. It frantically tried to get away from Masaki's iron grip, making frustrated croaking sounds. Masaki let it go and Sora continued to cry into his mothers chest, whimpering.

It wasn't long until the good weather they had, started to turn. The Kurosaki's quickly made their way inside and Ichigo went upstairs to their bathroom, washing his face clean of mud and soil, when he returned, his beautiful children were in the living room, watching a movie silently. He smiled softly, before heading into the kitchen to see Orihime, hard at work. He tip-toed behind her, slid his arms around her waist and kissed her gently. "What's cooking, good-looking?" Ichigo asked in his deep, sultry voice.

Orihime giggled and turned to face her gorgeous husband. "I'm making something foreign tonight, Spaghetti Carbonara, it sounds delicious." Orihime explained, showing him the recipe.

Ichigo nodded gently, quickly skimming through the instructions. "I'm sure it'll taste fantastic since you made it." Just when they were leaning in for a kiss, Ichigo's hospital beeper rang. "Shit! I gotta go. Save me some okay?" Ichigo asked, running to collect his things.

"Don't worry about it." Orihime said. watching him hurry off.

(..)

Ichigo ran into the emergency room and ran to the gurney. "What do we have?" He asked the nurse in charge.

"Car accident. Female: early 20's. From what I can observe, she possibly broke a couple ribs and they pierced her lung. She's been coughing blood." The nurse spoke levelly.

"Get her into the operating room stat." Ichigo ordered and they prepped the woman for surgery.

Ichigo quickly changed into scrubs and with his gloved hands, picked up the scalpel and went to pierce into the woman's flesh, but her hand reached out and grabbed his wrist, whispering: "Intorqueo diligo in contemno!" Turn the love into hate. Ichigo understood what she said, he took Latin and Greek for 3 years before he became a Doctor. She smiled menacingly and her eyes flashed red. "Have fun." She spoke as if she was perfectly healthy and her palm pressed to Ichigo's forehead, a searing, white hot pain blistered through his skull and he fell unconscious, the chant reverberating in his ears.

Turn the love into hate. .

Intorqueo diligo in contemno. .

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I was having a serious case of writers block with the last instalment of Missing Heart, it was too vague and I hadn't really thought that through. But I hope you enjoy this one a lot more. I've put a lot of effort into planning this and it revolves around Orihime and her fears, so that isn't going anywhere, and all characters have their segments, even the kids. So I hope you enjoy this chapter. Stay tuned :)

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