Hello everyone! This is Ritsu-san bringing you the next chapter of RFD :D It's a considerably revamped version of the old chapter 2 of My Little Succubus. Anyway, here's the next chapter and hope you enjoy :)

Orihime stared intently into the mirror in front of her. Hands on her hips, she suddenly furrowed her brow and formed her lips into a scowl. Apparently not pleased with her attempt, Orihime doubled her efforts by deepening the scowl and straightening her back, making her appear taller.

For a full minute, she stared at herself in the reflection, only moving to brush her hair out of her eyes. As she continued to scowl at her reflection, her lips began to twitch and a flush began to creep into her cheeks.

"Oi!" she cried out suddenly before realizing that she was too high-pitched. Coughing, she tried again. "Oi, don't do that!" she said in a lower tone, staring at the mirror with her scowl, her eyes hard as she stayed serious. It didn't last long as her scowl broke into a big, bright smile as she started to giggle uncontrollably and clutched at her stomach, unable to contain her laughter anymore.

Falling backwards on her bed, her hair spilled out over the sheets as she giggled more, her bare feet kicking in the air as one arm held on to her stomach, the other one slapping against her blanket. She couldn't stop laughing as she imagined her best friend's funny scowl.

Taking a deep breath, a big smile still on her face, she stared at her ceiling. She thought about what Ichigo would say if he ever caught her trying to mimic him. He would probably give me that confused stare of his before shaking his head and mumbling that I was weird or something.

A snort escaped her as she remembered one time he gave her that look. She had been trying to explain to him how to properly apply make-up. Why she had tried she could no longer remember, but she could still distinctly see his absolutely baffled expression as her explanation served only to confuse him further. She giggled again, other snorts following afterwards as she rolled over. She had laughed at him, finding his expression adorable. Not that she would ever tell him that.

Ah, if I told Ichigo-kun that, he'd probably be get flustered. Unable to help stop herself, she let herself imagine the look he would have if she did tell him looked cute when confused, and her giggling erupted into louder laughter and snorting.

Ichigo's brown eyes stared at Yoruichi's pair of blue ones as a scowl stretched across the teenage boy's lips. His eyebrows furrowed more as he heard loud giggling. It made the woman across from him bring a hand over her mouth and laugh softly as he rolled his eyes, already knowing who was making such a ruckus upstairs.

"I think she's practicing again," Yoruichi said, taking a sip of her coffee as she sat at the dining table in nothing but a white button-up collared dress shirt, a few of the top buttons undone to reveal massive cleavage, while the hem of the shirt reached the middle of her thighs. She didn't seem to care that she was flashing a teenage boy her purple underwear as she sat on the chair, her feet propped up on the table, her other arm leaning against the armrest. "So adorable."

"Practicing what?" Ichigo asked as he tried not to look at the older woman. He had already been through a similar situation this morning when he had knocked on their door to have Yoruichi answer it with only a pair of undies and a hand towel over her chest, leaving absolutely nothing for the imagination.

His face had flushed to epic proportions as he immediately pushed her back in, screaming to put some clothes on whenever he came around. It had taken lots of pushing and shoving before Yoruichi had agreed, much to Ichigo's relief as she changed into a shirt but nothing else.

He had promised himself that he wasn't going to look at her anymore this morning, not until she got some damn pants on.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know, Ichigo-kun?" Rangiku asked, jumping forward and pulling him into a hug, making him grunt as he flailed his hands, not wanting to return the hug. She was much older than him, though she acted more like a kid than anything. A very well informed kid. "Mm... why don't we go check on Hime-chan?"

"No, thanks," Ichigo muttered as he pushed against her shoulders and turned around, a blush stretching across his cheeks. He did not want to go into her room again. At least, not after what almost had happened last night. He didn't know what would happen if he went in there again. He didn't want to walk into dangerous territory.

"Aw, Ichigo-kun! You're no fun!" Rangiku cried out as she jumped forward again, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, her cheek pressed against his as he yelped in surprise. "Come o-o-o-on! Hime-chan still has her cute pajamas on and everything!"

"Listen, I'm not intereste-" Ichigo was cut off as the sound of pounding footsteps echoed from upstairs, making all three of them turn to see Orihime running down the stairs before she jumped over the last three, landing on the carpet with ease.

'Morning, Ichigo-kun!" She saluted him, grinning from ear to ear. "You're here early!"

"It's the same time I always come..." Ichigo muttered as he watched her take a step towards him, still wearing her sunny smile. Suddenly her leg gave out due to strain from the landing and she fell towards Ichigo. With considerable speed, Ichigo dove out of his chair and caught her before her noggin could rendezvous with the floor.

"T – Thank you, Ichigo-kun," Orihime murmured as her hands gripped his shoulders.

"Careful Orihime," Yoruichi said as she set her coffee on the table before stretching her arms. "We can't have Ichigo saving you all the time. He won't always be around for you," she said as she glanced at Ichigo who gave her a glare as Rangiku let him go.

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Ichigo asked as he helped Orihime up. "I'll always be here for her, no matter what."

"It's okay," Orihime assured as she stood up, with his help. She smiled gratefully before pressing her index fingers together. "I should become more flexible!" She shot her fist up in the air, connecting with Ichigo's chin. The impact made a loud, sickening crack as Ichigo howled in agony.

"Oh no! Ichigo-kun!"

"...and that would be why I said, he wouldn't always be around," Yoruichi said, smirking. "I think she's more likely to injure him than injure herself."

"True, true," Rangiku agreed as Orihime ran around Ichigo, flailing in worry as Ichigo rubbed his chin.

"So, Shakespeare's sonnet about the sun; would someone care to explain it for me?" the instructor asked, pushing up his glasses, looking over the classroom at his now silent students. The class had gotten deathly silent after he had asked and it made him frown in disappointment.

"Bananas..." A mutter slipped from Orihime's mouth as she had her elbow propped up against the surface of her desk, a bit of drool slipping out of the corner of her mouth. "No...more bananas, kind sir."

Ichigo sighed quietly from his seat next to Orihime's, though his brow was furrowed in concern. It wasn't like her to fall asleep in class. Quickly glancing at the instructor to see if he was looking in their direction, he then nudged her with his elbow. "Hey, Orihime," he whispered.

"They'll destroy us…" Orihime shifted away from Ichigo, slightly batting his hand away though she was unaware of what she was doing.

Undeterred, Ichigo nudged her harder with almost enough force to send her toppling out of her seat. She let out a short scream as she managed to catch herself on her desktop before she could fall out.

Looking down, he rested his cheek against his hand, muttering, "Great. That worked wonderfully."

"Eh?" Orihime mumbled as she looked at the teacher to see him scowling at her. It made her sink down in her seat, though she had to mentally compare it to Ichigo's. Her conclusion was that it wasn't nearly as great or amusing as Ichigo's.

"Inoue Orihime." The deep, menacing voice of her teacher made her cringe inwardly, realizing that she was in big trouble. "Would you please come up to the front and explain this sonnet?"

"M- Me?" Orihime asked in shock as she looked to her left, then to right and behind her. She pointed to herself, hoping that he was just playing around but that didn't seem like the case when she was nudged in the side by her best friend.

"Go up there," Ichigo whispered, making her swallow thickly as she stood up, dusting off her skirt before walking slowly up the front where the intimidating chalk board stared back at her. She felt uneasy as she stood in front of the teacher as he pushed up his glasses again.

"Explain the sonnet from page 192, please," he ordered, making Orihime's eyes widen as she tried to remember what was on that exact page. They had to read many of Shakespeare's sonnets for class, but her panicking mind couldn't recall which sonnet was on that page.

Horribly confused and embarrassed, she glanced back at Ichigo to see he was giving her a sympathetic gaze. She felt warm at the thought that he was worried about her, but as he mouthed some words, her brow furrowed.

Eh? What's he doing? Orihime wondered silently as she felt more confused when Ichigo slapped his hand against his forehead. As he looked back up, he mouthed "sun". The word was enough to trigger her memory, and she smiled gratefully before spinning around to explain.

"U - Um..." Orihime started as she pressed her index fingers together again, a habit of hers when she was nervous. "W-well, the sun it could... well... it means the sun might be indecisive-" She was cut off as a loud sound of something falling against the floor made her jump in surprise. She jerked around (with the rest of her class) to see that Ichigo's book had fallen on the ground.

"Uh...sorry, my mistake," Ichigo mumbled as their eyes locked. He narrowed his eyes, shaking his head and she felt her confidence plummet. Shakespeare's works were already very confusing but to explain a sonnet... she wasn't sure if she could do it.

Then in a moment of saving grace, her memory pulled through as she recalled her conversation with Ichigo yesterday.

"So... I was thinking that he was talking about how indecisive the sun is?"

"Nah, he's actually talking about a girl."

"Ah!" Orihime cried out, making her teacher step back a little in surprise. "He's talking about a girl, sensei! In this sonnet, he's comparing a girl to the...umm... to a summer day!" she started, stumbling over her words, feeling more nervous. "He's saying that this girl is really pretty."

The teacher was about to speak when Orihime clapped her hands together. She was on a roll now. "Oh, and even if the sun goes down, the girl doesn't. She's always up!" Orihime nodded, reaffirming what she had said. "No matter what happens though, she always stays positive!"

"Er..." the teacher started, apparently a bit taken aback by her interpretation. However, it was an interpretation and he couldn't say it was wrong, only different. "A-All right. Well done. You may go back to your seat now."

"Yes!" Orihime pumped her fist as she skipped back to her seat with a bright smile before sitting down. "Ichigo-kun, I did it! I understand now what you were talking about!"

"Yeah..." He smiled amusedly. Her interpretation hadn't quite hit all of the important points, but nonetheless, her interpretation was certainly unique. Just like her.

"And that," Orihime said, pointing to her (maybe) edible concoction in front of her, "is how you make a salami and broccoli rice ball!"

"I … I see," Rukia said, blinking a couple times.

From his spot next to Rukia, Renji leaned down to inspect the rice ball more closely. "You know, this doesn't look too bad anyway. At least it's not like the kakigori and syrup creation from last week."

"That actually wasn't bad either," Rukia said under her breath. Honestly, most of Orihime's concoctions were edible; they just didn't seem to be at first glance.

"Oi." Ichigo set his lunch bag next to Orihime before plopping himself down next her.

"Hey!" Orihime took her chopsticks and pulled out some rice and salami from her rice ball. "Look what I made. Would you like some?"

Long having grown used to being a taste tester, Ichigo nodded and took the bite offered by Orihime. He chewed on it thoughtfully before nodding. "Good."

Orihime beamed, pleased that she once again had Ichigo's stamp of approval. "I showed Renji-kun and Rukia-chan how to make it, too!"

Ichigo shot his friends an expectant stare. "And?"

"And what?" Renji shot back with a confused and irritated frown. "We can't make one here, unless you expect it to pull it out of our asses or something."

Rukia elbowed him in the gut, forcing the larger man to double over. "Don't be so crude!"

"I've heard you say some crude things yourself, you know," he said with a wheeze.

"I have never!" Rukia turned away from him indignantly.

He rolled his eyes, letting the argument that he would surely lose drop.

Orihime plucked some more of the rice out of the ball. She popped the bit into her mouth and chewed happily. "Mmm, this is one of my best yet, I think. Maybe I can make it for my aunts and sister sometime." Nodding to herself in self-agreement, Orihime pulled out another chunk from the rice ball, she suddenly felt cold as dizziness overcame her. She blinked a few times, feeling sleepy. It looked normal but she suddenly felt very tired. Shivering, she dropped her chopsticks as a hand went over her forehead.

What...what's wrong with me? I feel nauseous, Orihime thought as she rubbed her forehead.

All three of her friends had noticed her sudden change in behavior as they all sported similar expressions of concern. Rukia leaned forward towards Orihime. "Are you all right?"

"I don't know... I just got all tired all of a sudden," Orihime mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "I feel kind of dizzy, too."

"Come on, I'm taking you to the nurse," Ichigo mumbled as he helped her stand up but her eyes widened momentarily before she decided to protest.

"N-no, no nurse! I'm fine... I just need to wake myself up!" she said, pushing herself up to her feet. "I'll go to the bathroom right now!"

"Well you're not going alone," Ichigo said as he grabbed his lunch bag. "Come on, I'll take you."

"I-Ichigo-kun, no it's fine-" She was cut off as Ichigo glanced at her with a frown and she sighed in defeat, knowing better than to argue.

"Fine," she said with a sigh.

As Ichigo walked across one of the school's sports fields, a voice shouted from somewhere behind him, "Hey, Ichigo!" Ichigo sighed before squatting, a blurred image flying over him and falling face first in the grass.

He stared at the lump in the ground before replying, "Yo, Keigo."

"Yo..." the brunette muttered as he waved his hand in the air, his face still in the ground. Ichigo stood up after his answer, scratching the back of his head as he glanced over at some girls playing volleyball. Orihime was with them, and she looked really determined as she spiked something over the net and it made him smile. It looked like she was doing okay, after all.

He had taken her to the bathroom earlier and had asked her why she was so tired. He had also asked her what had happened after he had left when she had fallen asleep the day before and she said that she couldn't remember. She woke up this morning in her bed, in her pajamas like she had fallen asleep naturally.

Maybe her family put her to bed... I should have woken her up before leaving, Ichigo told himself as he watched her jump in the air, bouncing the ball off of her hands. She seemed rather lively now so maybe it was just a lapse? She looked fine now so he really didn't have anything to worry about. Should I say something though? To Rangiku-san and the others? I know Orihime doesn't like to worry people but if there's something wrong with her, I want to fix it.

"Let's play, Ichigo!" one of his classmates shouted and Ichigo nodded before turning and beginning the game with his friends.

Moments later, Ichigo was seen running across the field, a soccer ball in front of his feet as he kicked it to where it would stay in front of him. Sweat dripped down his face as he dodged another player, running more quickly as he saw the goal in front of him. He smirked with confidence as he skidded to a stop, placing his foot on the ball, pulling it backwards as one of his classmates went to kick it, missed and fell backwards.

"Shit!" he yelled out in pain as Ichigo kicked it around him, heading right towards the goalie. A glint of determination was seen in his eyes as the goalie cowered, knowing what was coming.

Bringing his leg back, Ichigo kicked with all his power, letting the soccer ball fly through the air at lightning speed. It barely passed by another player's face, skimming his nose as it went straight to the goalie. Ichigo's aim was off though as it bounced off the side of the goalie net, ricocheting and flying past Ichigo and straight to where the girls were playing.

There were screams as the girls dodged the ball, yelling "WATCH OUT!" or "RUN!" as it flew past them, but one girl simply turned around, a bit spaced out. She didn't see the ball heading straight her way. "Eh?" was all she could let out before it connected right in the middle of her face, knocking her flat on her back.

Ichigo's expression fell from triumphant to horrified as he watched the ball smack Orihime in the face. He quickly forgot about the game he was playing as he rushed towards Orihime. Kneeling down next to her, he hovered over her as she moaned in pain, her face bright red from the object that had hit her.

"Orihime, can you hear me? Are you all right?" Ichigo asked as she emitted another whimper.

"Ichigo-kun?"

"Yeah," Ichigo said in relief. He held up a few fingers when she opened her eyes slightly. "How many fingers?" he asked, holding up three fingers, hoping she would get them right. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Six. No, maybe nine."

"Oh hell," Ichigo muttered as he placed his arms underneath her neck and legs, pulling her up and carrying her bridal style. "You have a concussion, don't you?"

"Ichigo-kun..." Orihime mumbled, her arm hanging limply at her side as Ichigo ran across the field, taking her to the nurse's office. He really hoped that the concussion wouldn't prove too serious and no permanent damage had been done. Otherwise, he would have several angry people to answer to.

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