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(SPOILERS!) Anyone red the newest chappy of Bleach? Haha, Of course Orihime FINALLY gets her power upgrade, bout time Kubo. Now, to blow some crap up with that new shield…. XD Honestly that is what I would be doing with it.
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Warning: very strong T++ in this chapter! Almost to the M but not quite there yet. Also was in a rush. Please tell if any type-o's! Thanks! Smexy-ness too? Tsukishima plotting?
Can You Hear Me Now?
Chapter Two
Reunion
Her stomach turned and she felt very ill as soon as she stepped foot out of the tall building that had been where her photo shoot was that very day. She was sick from thinking of what she had done earlier with Tsukishima. It was horrible to be with him like that, especially because she had no feeling for him except to maybe be his friend.
Her heart ached for someone else.
Orihime slapped her forehead and frowned at nothing in particular. How could she possibly still love a man she hadn't seen in over seven years? She had not uttered a single word to him in time they were separated. But to know he would come back one day set her to dream of what could happen, maybe.
After all this, she should have hated him. Leaving her alone, not knowing the real reason as to why she had begged him not to go. Ichigo had just kept on walking and didn't even glance her way that fateful night five years ago.
Some would think of her a fool if they heard of her story, but she fought for what she now was. Orihime was a rich model with a future ready to be made. She shouldn't be letting one man stand in her way to success! He was just another picture to burn.
But he had also been the cause of her happiness.
Telling yourself to forget and actually doing it are two different things. She was telling herself to, but she could never put it into action because her heart told her otherwise. She was still in love with that damned bastard.
"Do you remember our promise?"
Orihime slammed her car door harder then she had wanted to as she remembered what Tsukishima had said before he got intimate with her.
How could she possibly forget about that? That promise was the whole reason she was in the mess now. Orihime had dug herself too deep into the hole to get out of it now.
She would rather not try and even think of how they had met. It was such a coincidence that he had been out in the middle of the night walking and she lying in a patch of snow… But he had been the one to change her. He did everything he could to make her into a totally different person. She went to her last year of high school looking like a goddess, then she became a model through him. He introduced her to Riruka and before she knew it, she was signing a contract for a manager.
Something dark was growing inside of her. She was turning into something she would never want to be. Orihime had felt it happening during her change back in high school, the way she loved how the boys started to drool over her, the girls looking at her with pure jealousy as she stole their boyfriends. But her needs were never satisfied as she moved from male to male. Only one in particular could fill her wants and lust.
She just needed to somehow get him into her grasp once again.
The car was kept in complete silence as she thought over everything Tsukishima has done her. She owed him so much. The way to repay him was keeping the promise. Orihime didn't plan on breaking it, that is, as long as she never saw Ichigo again. She wouldn't mind what was to be done.
As long as he was gone she would fulfill her pact with Tsukishima.
She drove off, trying not to think about her personal drama. Orihime got home and changed into some normal clothes that she wore when nobody was over except Tatsuki. Old sweat pants and a large T-shirt. The sleeves were meant to be short but they reached her elbows and the pants only let her cute toes peek out.
She lounged on her on her white leather couch and turned on the TV to see if Laugh Hour was on yet. Orihime blinked back sleep that seemed to want to take over. She let out a yawn when her phone suddenly rang, making her jump a bit in surprise.
She picked up the phone and squinted to see who the caller ID was. It said Tatsuki-chan brightly with a certain ringtone that made Orihime think of her best friend. She smiled and kindly answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Orihime?" Tatsuki questioned. "You sound kind of weird over the phone right now…"
The auburn haired woman couldn't help but let out a small yawn to answer. "Oh, sorry. I'm just a little tired right now. I think I might take a little nap in a bit."
Tatsuki seemed to understand and nodded even if Orihime couldn't see her. "Ok, well, just wanted to remind you about tomorrow with the engagement party and all."
Orihime frowned at this. "Of course I remember Tatsuki, why in Heaven's name would I forget about your engagement party? I helped you plan it and even picked out a dress that your future husband would love to see you in 'cause it is super sexy!" she exclaimed.
Her strong but beautiful friend laughed. It was funny when Orihime got mad, the playful kind of mad though, not the serious kind.
"Oh, I know," Tatsuki tried to convince her. "I just wanted to make sure you were still coming."
The princess sighed and rolled her eyes with a smile.
"Wouldn't miss it no matter how many robots tried to stop me, Tatsuki."
Tatsuki chuckled. "Ok then, I guess I'll see you when it starts then."
"You bet," Orihime exclaimed happily. She suddenly remember something important. "Oh, and Tatsuki…"
"Hmm?"
"Tsukishima-kun wanted to announce something during the dinner…"
Her friend almost went silent. Orihime could still hear her breathing on the other line, but she was worried she might hang up at the mention of Tsukishima.
Tatsuki had always had an over protective instinct when it came to Orihime. When Tsukishima mysteriously came into the picture after Ichigo left, Tatsuki wanted nothing to do with him. But it seemed Orihime had her own reasons to want to get close to him, so she let him into their world, but that didn't mean she had to like it.
She resented Tsukishima, he was bringing Orihime away from what she had really tried to pursue during their time in high school. He messed with her goals and Tatsuki fear he had twisted her mind to want something else.
She feared he was making her fall for him instead of Ichigo.
Although she kept her prediction to herself, that didn't stop her from trying to do something to stop Tsukishima from tearing them apart. She notice Orihime had been growing very distant the past few months and she feared it was already beginning. Tsukishima was starting to put his plans into motion.
So Tatsuki made her own course of action through Ichigo. She invited him to come back after so many years to her engagement party. She was going to stop him from causing her friend pain.
Ichigo was just going to have to play his part in their game.
"Tatsuki, are you still there?" Orihime's eyebrows pinched together showing her concern through the phone. The weary silence was starting to make her feel on edge.
Tatsuki finally spoke sounding completely normal. "Yes, I'm still here Hime. So what was it Tsukishima wanted to announce?"
"That's just the thing, I don't really know," she sighed. Orihime flopped back into her bed feeling the cold covers chill her body. "I guess we can just do it when we serve dessert at the end of dinner."
Tatsuki nodded, but still didn't like the sound of whatever was coming. "That'll be fine, we can orange that. So I'll see you for the decorating tomorrow, right?"
"Yes Tatsuki," Orihime giggled with a little bit of force. "Bye!"
"Later," Tatsuki said back and shut her phone. She eyeballed the clock on her coffee table and then turned over on her couch to glare at the old photo of both Ichigo and Orihime hanging on her wall. The orange headed punk had his arm around the princess's shoulder as she almost blinded the camera with one of her hundred-watt smiles. This made Tatsuki wonder what had happened to the good old days and why Tsukishima cam when he did.
What are you planning cousin?
Tatsuki jumped when her doorbell suddenly rang.
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Rukia watch Ichigo with mild amusement as he blankly stared at the door. He seemed to be deciding on whether or not to ring the doorbell or just stand there and look like an idiot. Rukia shoes the later as his answer sine he had been like this for almost five minutes now.
Letting out an aggravated groan, Rukia went ahead and pushed the much taller man out of her way. Ichigo stumbled away from the door (also making him almost fall off the railing which thankfully stopped him from falling three stories high to his death) and got his footing in enough time to give the short girl a glare.
She only snickered in response.
With quick fingers, Rukia had already pushed down the button and was waiting for the door to swing open and reveal a certain karate champion who would kill for disturbing her peaceful slumber (although it was only about seven o'clock).
The door opened to show Tatsuki looking slightly frantic and angry. Rukia wondered what could work her up so much but only one name came to mind.
Orihime
The small girl reframed from rolling her eyes and laughing at even trying to think of what could work up Tatsuki Arisawa.
"Yo," Rukia greeted with a grin. Tatsuki blinked trying to figure out what was happening in front of her. She didn't smile back but glanced at the orange headed male standing next to Rukia.
She frowned. "I thought you weren't coming till next week, Ichigo?"
This only caused Ichigo to scowl deeper. "So I don't get a simple little 'Hello' from you? Some welcome from my host," he huffed.
"Hi," she said blankly. Her gaze went back to Rukia. "What is he doing here?"
Rukia whistled, amused. "Seems he caught and early flight, from what I have heard."
"From what you've heard?" Ichigo rolled his eyes at the comment. "I've only been here for an hour and you have already heard word of my arrival?"
"From this tone of voice, I'm starting to think you would have rather me not save your sorry ass from having to stay in a crappy hotel," Rukia stated with a raised eyebrow. She crossed her arms over her small chest and glared up at Ichigo.
Ichigo sighed. "Right now that sounds better then having to deal with the two of you…"
Tatsuki was the last one to roll her own eyes as she got out of her apartment and pushed the two bickering souls inside.
Ichigo had stepped in expecting everything to look like any apartment, normal sized kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and extremely small living room. He was surprised to see a large living room with a flat screen, a kitchen containing smoky grey counter tops and stainless steel appliances, high class furniture, and a very modern theme to the space. After Tatsuki gave the tour she pronounced how she had acquired such stuff, her fiancé.
When she said this, Ichigo wondered who the idiot was who had popped the question was. She answered him before he could even ask.
Pssh, only Ishida would be stupid enough to ask her, he thought.
He had soon found out that Uryu wasn't there do to his job at the hospital (Ichigo had told Tatsuki that he was a copycat for also being a doctor, which earned him a punch to the shoulder) so he wouldn't be there to greet him. Chad was out in Mexico to greet some distant relatives and let them meet his girlfriend who Ichigo also wanted to see. He had been (un)lucky enough to catch Rukia just when she herself was coming back from Kyoto with her husband. Ichigo's family was also still in town and would be waiting for him to visit whenever he pleased (he just hoped his father didn't attack him like his younger years).
Ichigo shook his head after remembering his father's antics when he was younger. Always breaking into his room and trying to fight him before day light broke out over the horizon. Although it had annoyed the hell out of him all those years ago, he couldn't help but chuckled at the distant memories.
What had happen to those days?
When had he said goodbye to his halcyon days?
It came back, he remembered, it was two months before he left.
On Halloween night five years ago, Ichigo lost his virginity.
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After putting the beat down on his father for about the million time, Ichigo had changed and gone ahead to the party Rukia had told him about. He had wanted to go with Orihime, but she was getting help from Tatsuki on what to wear and also going with her. She said they would meet up later.
When he stepped into to the bustling mansion, people were dressed in costumes of all different kinds. He saw vampires, werewolves and goblins. Some of the women had such tiny or tight outfits he would have thought this was one of those nudity groups. Ichigo had also thought he had seen some one dress as Eve and also Adam, he blushed and kept on walking.
Suddenly he was given a sharp slap on the back. A little pissed off by it, he turned around ready to fight, but he was met by the face of a grinning Renji. He was a mummy it would seem. He had moved some of the gauze to reveal his ear-to-ear grin.
Ichigo hated that grin.
"Where's your stalker?" Ichigo asked trying to make a jab. He knew that the buffoon would know who he had meant by 'stalker'.
A nerve ticked. "I'm pretty sure Rukia isn't my stalker, and I think she is with Inoue and Arisawa you ass."
"Wrong." Ichigo crossed his arms over his chest. "I didn't come dressed as a donkey the last time I checked, mummy."
"Haha, so did you come as a comedian or that actor that could be your twin?"
"Kaien Shiba is the name, don't wear it out," Ichigo stated smoothly.
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Ichigo hated that day for many reasons other then losing his virginity by accident. He met someone who he didn't know and had sex with them. He had been drunk; blame the (coughRenjicough) people he hung out with. He was underage and yet they (or rather HE) had spiked his drinks with alcohol.
If only he had followed that damn rule people talked about when at a place that has alcohol.
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Ichigo moved groggily around the large crowded area. He bumped into people along the way, saying thing not even remotely close to 'excuse me'.
He hadn't gotten the chance to see Orihime yet. Ichigo remembered he had told her what he was dressing as and she had said he would be surprised at what she was going to be. Tatsuki snickered and said nothing of it. Then they went their separate ways.
Pushing through the crowd, Ichigo rushed through to find his friends. He hadn't seen the raven haired figure standing in the way.
He collided into a soft body. It was a girl who rubbed her forehead cutely then looked up at him with wide grey eyes and blushed.
"I'm so sorry! I was in your way, wasn't I?" she asked him sounding worried. Her raven hair shined with the dim lights and her eyes sparkled with concern. Ichigo could see she was very beautiful, her body being hugged by a tight purple tube dress. She wore black high heels making her the height to his chin.
"No," he slurred slightly. "I was the one who bumped into you, so you're good…"
He must have been really wasted, because even the words that spilt out of his mouth next surprised him even in that state.
"You know, you're really beautiful, like a goddess or something."
She blushed and gave him a small smile. "T-Thank you…"
"And cute too!"
"Eh? Me cute?" She giggled at this. "I think you are too kind… umm…"
He laughed. "Although it might not be my real name, I am Kaien Shiba!"
She giggled again. "Well then, this must have been a meeting of fate, because I am Miyako Shiba, your wife. How funny, one of my best friends was also going to be Kaien Shiba, but I can't seem to find him anywhere…" she stopped and looked at him with shock that she tried to hide.
"Is something wrong, Miyako?"
"Oh, n-no! I'm just fine," she exclaimed too fast. But he didn't seem to notice because of his drunken state. She exhaled with relief. She looked back at him and smiled. "So do you have a real name?"
"Hell yeah I do," he shouted. He stepped a bit off balance and almost fell over. "But I think it would be sexier is you called me Kaien~"
She tried to keep him steady as she nodded. "Kaien-kun then, ne? How cute." His vision started to blur and he could have sworn there were now for Miyako's in the room.
Ichigo fainted.
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The world was spinning around and around. Flowers grew out of lamps and he could have sworn he had seen Chuck Noris for some very odd reason.
Orihime ran about searching for robots on killing sprees and some man with a scar over one of his eyes came to help her. They locked arms and Ichigo started to scowl.
Why it angered him he didn't know. He knew who the man was from Tatsuki. He was a relative that would come over during the summer when they were younger and play with them. He was quiet and older then both then both of them. Older women would always comment that he would probably be a looker when he was older.
He remembered when Orihime came into the picture that he had turned talkative around her. He would try to get her attention by doing strange things that interested her.
When they entered high school he stopped visiting all together which made Ichigo happy. He had never liked Tsukishima to begin with.
He saw her stop and glance over at him to give a polite wave. Tsukishima only smirked and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. She blushed but still waved at Ichigo. She whispered something.
"Can you hear me now?"
It was her voice, yet, it wasn't. Ichigo didn't know how to explain it without complications. His head was already in a jumble of thoughts and people kept on running by wearing weird things, Rukia running in a devils costume with Renji the mummy in tow, a werewolf Tatsuki with her vampire nemeses/lover Uryu, Chad walking around with a black cape and a thin sword and Ryo fallowing him in a frilly black and red dress with her hair up and a red rose in it.
Orihime suddenly flashed by again in a kimono and her hair in an old fashion. The Tanabata tale flashed through his memory by seeing her dressed like this. He smiled, but stopped when he saw her Hokuboshi.
Tsukishima wore a pure black kimono with a grey dragon design that clashed with Orihime's, who was wearing a white kimono with small pink sakura showing.
The image cracked and disappeared into nothing with Tsukishima kissing Orihime.
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When he opened his eyes again the first thing he saw was a white ceiling to a lone bedroom. The bed was soft and the sheets cool. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he tried to get up, only to be pushed back down by small hands.
"Oh no you don't, Kaien-kun," Miyako told him as she sat down on the bed watching him with cool grey eyes. Her black hair framed her face perfectly as she removed her hands from his chest. "You probably fainted from all that alcohol you had earlier, I feel the same way only I didn't have that much," she admitted.
He didn't respond, but got up again though she told him not to. He put a hand through his spiky orange locks and looked around the room with shifty eyes. It had a modern style to it with tan walls and dark wooden furniture. Ignoring her pleas, he got off the bed. Ichigo spotted a small glass cup on the edge of a dresser with clear liquid inside which he thought was water. He immediately walked over to it and drank from it.
Miyako jumped up from her spot on the bed and ran over to Ichigo as he slammed the cup back on to the dresser and went into a fit of coughs. He leaned into the wall to steady himself.
As he gaged she picked up the glass and inspected it. She brought it to her nose only to swing it away.
"No wonder you're having a bad reaction to this! Kaien, this is a shot you just drank! Most of these at least contain ninety-eight percent of alcohol. So it is going to be really strong," she stated sadly and glanced at him with concern.
He tried walking over to the bed on his own, but swayed to his right only to have Miyako run over and keep him balanced. She smiled weakly and helped him the rest of the way. She got in front of him to inspect of just how drunk he was when he toppled over and landed on top of her on the bed. She squeaked.
"Oh no, don't tell me he faint again," Miyako blushed as she thought out loud. "How am I supposed to get up now?"
"You're not, cause I'm not letting you~" Ichigo slurred. He nuzzled his face into her cleavage. "Damn, you're breasts are so soft!"
"Wh-What are you doing?" She tried to squirm out from underneath him, but stopped when she saw that he was watched her mounds move with her movement. Her face was crimson now.
When had he become such a pervert?
Ichigo was terribly drunk. His mind was yelling for him to stop but his body was becoming very heated. When he gazed up at her doll like face, he could have sworn that her hair turned auburn for a second.
She let out a whimper when his thigh rubbed against her private area below. He watch as her nipples began to show through the thin fabric of her purple dress. His hands found their way to her waist as he began to up and down seductively with his thumbs brushed the edges of her perky breasts. Her gaze was starting to become heated as well when she saw and felt the way he was enjoying her.
Miyako's sat up and locked her legs around Ichigo's waist. She let her hands go around his neck and hold on as she began to kiss him feverishly. She moaned as he bit her lower lip, demanding entrance. Her mouth opened and their tongues clashed. Her hands ran through his hair making him want her more.
But he still didn't see black hair.
Yet it still began.
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Moans and grunt were made as the two fucked. Yes, they fucked around; they didn't know one another, so it was a one-night stand.
Clothes were thrown everywhere on the floor from jackets to underwear. Both didn't seem to mind the room's state as they continued to appreciate one another's body.
He pleasured and teased her and loved the way she released. Both had thin sheets of sweat perspiring from their skin. They didn't seem to ever want to stop from their actions. Ichigo had called out someone else's name, but she didn't seem to care, in fact, it seemed that she had enjoyed the slight confession of love for this other person.
But it all ended when both became almost numb and breathless from such sensations. They fell, one on top of the other. It would have been strange for him to see that the roots of Miyako's hair had suddenly turned a different color.
A condom was thrown away in a small trashcan by the bed, leaking.
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Riruka messed with her camera and paid no attention to the dark skinned women who was talking to her.
"Riruka!" Jackie yelled and slammed her hands down onto the table. Three sets of eyes shot at her in annoyance.
"What the hell," shot a boy sitting at the end of the table opposite of Riruka. His hair was blonde and covered by a black hat that almost covered his eyes. His close were baggy and in a dark style.
"About time all of you paid attention to me," she huffed. Jackie hadn't thought it would be this hard to get their facts straight. This was a group devoted to finding the next big thing in modeling, not a club. "Yukio put that damn game away!"
He frowned. "Why? It's not like we're doing anything important anyway."
"Idiot," Riruka hissed out. "You want her to get all worked up after we only have a few minutes left in this stupid board meeting?"
The last person, who was sitting next to Jackie, sat silent hoping time would pass quickly and no one would bring him into the argument. But Yukio broke the ice.
"Ginjo, help me with this stubborn witch," Yukio pleaded with shining green eyes. He set the portable game he had been trying to hide from Jackie and sat up. "She is trying to make it look like I'm a bad photographer!"
"What? I don't need to try and prove what is already true you ass!"
Ginjo tried to hold in his chuckles. "Damn, I think you just got burned."
"As much as I'd love to ask if you would need ice for that third degree burn," Jackie said seriously, "we need to hurry up and try to figure out who could be in the next photo shoot with Orihime-san."
Yukia rolled his eyes. "Why isn't mister high and mighty Tsukishima doing it with her?"
"Because," Riruka started to point out. "I'm tired of him always being the only one with her. So me and Jackie put together an ad in the newspaper to get a little competition together. But these other models are nowhere near as good as Tsukishima. So we are trying to find another professional but no one has come to mind yet."
Jackie nodded. "I'm tired of him thinking he is the best. So this was the only way around it. Grinjo, you're his agent, can't you stop him?"
"No can do," he answered. "Once that bastard has something he wants, he does anything he can to get it. Trying to stop him would just be a waste of my time."
Riruka sighed and massaged her temples. "Maybe me and Yukio will find someone when we go to that engagement part tomorrow."
"Hey, can't we ask that Ishida guy?" Yukio faced Riruka, looking like he had just found out the perfect idea.
"No, he is the one getting married to Orihime's friend."
Yukio furrowed his brows together. "Yeah, so? I don't see the problem."
"Jackie wanted to do a sort of sex themed lay out for this. So it just wouldn't be right to place him in it. I don't Orihime would take it too well either." Riruka shook her head with disappointment.
"Well whatever. We'll find someone someday, just keep an eye open." And with that, Jackie waved her hand to say they were done for the day.
"Dismissed!"
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Rukia had left claiming her husband would be home soon, leaving Ichigo and Tatsuki alone in the apartment. After a few minutes of silence, Tatsuki went to go make some tea and maybe get snacks while they waited for Uryu. They drank in silence as Ichigo finally set his cup down to stand.
He excused himself to use the restroom but was stopped along the way when he found a picture of his grade and middle school nemeses, Tsukishima Shuukurou. The man who was always a bit too clingy to Orihime for his liking.
The photo was of him posing alongside a beautiful auburn haired woman. He had his arm draped around her waist and his eyes seductively looked her over like a beast ready to attack. The goddess in human form was just looking interested in something off the camera's frame. She had a distant look of sadness which made Ichigo scowl further.
He was more angered by the fact that Tsukishima had scored such a beautiful woman.
A chuckle came out of nowhere making Ichigo jump.
"Yeah, that's a photo Orihime took with Tsukishima a couple months back," Tatsuki told him with a small smile. Ichigo righted himself and cleared his throat.
"So Inoue became a photographer," he said in monotone.
"Photographer? Oh no, you misunderstood-" Tatsuki was interrupted when the doorbell rang.
She shook her head and walked down the way to her front door.
"That must be Uryu, just wait right there!" She called back to her orange headed friend. Ichigo stood still, thinking he had nowhere to go anyway.
He stood alone thinking over the picture again. He was mad that Orihime was still in contact with Tsukishima after all these years. When had he come back? It would be very ironic if he appeared right when he had left.
His eyes trialed off to find yet another picture framed with a smiling group of young teenagers. It had Tatsuki, Uryu, Chad, Rukia, Renji (though he wasn't in high school), himself, and Orihime dead center. Her smile was bright then all the others combined.
What caught his attention the most though, was the fact that his head was on top of hers and his arms around her neck with his hands near her chest and her fingers intertwined with his. Ichigo didn't remember taking this picture at all! When had he ever had the guts to pull such a thing on his best friend? The others in the picture seemed to be smirking at the two red heads while the photo was taken.
Tatsuki's voice rang out as she walked back with someone behind her. A smile was plastered on her usually line settled lips.
"It wasn't Uryu after all," she laughed randomly, which freaked Ichigo out slightly. She pulled the person behind her to reveal the goddess he had seen in the picture with Tsukishima not only a few minutes ago. Her smile was sweeter then candy and her eyes shined like diamonds.
Ichigo stepped in ready to shake her hand. "Nice to meet you, my name is Ichigo Kurosaki." He felt like he had just made a fool out of himself by saying it a little too quickly.
Tatsuki laughed again.
"Why are you introducing yourself, idiot?"
Ichigo looked at her, confused. "What do you mean? I've never met her before, so why wouldn't I?"
The girl giggled which sounded like a soft melody and made heat rise to Ichigo's face. How could anyone be so angelic?
"Geez," Tatsuki elbowed the girl beside her softly. "Can you believe him? He acts as if he has never met you before in his life. And to think it has only been five years!" The athletic woman laughed at the irony of him not knowing who she was.
The other woman only smiled and glanced at Ichigo under thick lashes. No doubt she was going to make him melt if she kept on looking at him like that.
"Good to see you again, Kurosaki-kun."
His heart stopped.
"Hello~ Kurosaki-kun!"
"Owwie! If you hit me any harder Tatsuki-chan, my head will bust open!"
"I know you like chocolate, so I hope you like these that I made you. Happy Valentine's Day, Kurosaki-kun…"
"Thank you so much, Kurosaki-kun."
"T-They… cut off… off all m-my hair… K-Kuro… Kurosaki-kun!"
"I'll do anything for Kurosaki-kun! You should know that! Teehee~"
"I think I owe you one Kurosaki-kun."
"Kurosaki-kun will always be my hero! No matter what others may think! He has a heart bigger then any whale!"
"I think love is something everyone feels at some point. Sometimes it ends badly, and others happily ever after. But I believe everyone takes a chance at feeling something so bittersweet. I'm just hoping the one I love returned what I feel for five life time's worth. What do you think, Kurosaki-kun?
"No… N-No! Please… Kurosaki-kun… just d-don't…"
"DON'T LEAVE ME ALL ALONE, KUROSAKI-KUN!"
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Next Chapter: Pain
A/N: Compare the last scene ending to this one, puts some pieces together a little. All will slowly come to a conclusion. That wasn't only but one reason Ichigo left, he has others too. Adn the rule about drinking out, is that you should never accept a drink from someone else becuase it may be spiked.
Tsukishima's plan will be revealed in the next chapter, well, part of it at least, but I don't want to give anything away! XD
Kaien and Miyako are actors that Ichigo and the girl "Miyako" are as at the Halloween party. I was lazy and put the others in their costumes on that chapter cover from the manga. Tatsuki and Chad's were obviously made up. Ishda was a vampire, right?
Cliffy? I guess so, but on another note, did I spell Tsukishima's last name right? How about that Ginjo guy? For those who may have been confused, Jackie is Orihime's agent and Ginjo is Tsukishima's. Riruka is with Jackie and Yukio is with Ginjo as their personal photographers for both models. they use others, but prefer these two.
Love is wanted greatly, which means review! Constructive criticism is welcome becuase I know I need it to be better, as well as flames, so I can laugh at them! ;D