As you can see, this is no long a one-shot! not sure how many chapters it will run yet but its going to be quite a few.

enjoy.

She could not stop thinking about him, about that one night they shared together. All through the weekend and into Monday morning, Orihime could not get the Hollow, Shirosaki, out of her mind. The way his hands felt on her body, his lips and the way he tasted, but she could not stop feeling dirty for sleeping with him on the first night they truly met, she shivered as the memory made her body react the way it did that very night. She knew walking to school was not the place to be thinking about it, she should not be thinking about it at all, he is, no matter how you look at it, a Hollow, a being incapable of human feelings.

But something in her did not believe that, the look in his eyes when he held her, they where not empty eyes that only saw her as an item to sate his lust on. There was some care there, as he was worried that she would shatter if he held her to tightly, but then again, maybe hope was making her see stuff that was not there, like with so many things before. Orihime sighed, she should stop thinking about him, as he said himself he would not know when he would be able to be let out like that, he did not even say 'I love you'. Again her mind came full circle on itself, he is a Hollow, he is unable to feel love.

"My head hurts." she mumbled to herself, keeping her eyes cast to the pavement.

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"ICHIGOOOO!!!"

*Bang!*

"Hay, Keigo." Ichigo said as he walked calmly past the dark haired boy, who was now clutching his nose.

Nice to know some things never change.

The orange-haired Shinigami seemed to be on autopilot as he walked to his seat, not really taking in the morning greetings from his friends, even the friendly nod from Uryu seemed to go unregistered. Orihime did not look at him, not that she was ignoring her old friend, she just knew that if she looked at Ichigo she would then start to think of 'him', that Hollow was rapidly becoming bad for her health. So she sat there, her gaze fixed out the window, watching as the incoming fall began to turn the once green trees to gold and brown, she wounded if it would snow this year. A small smile pulled at her lips, you would probably lose sight of Shirosaki if he were to stand out in the snow, she mentally slapped herself for thinking of him again.

Vaguely aware that there sensei had came in, Orihime tried to focus on her work at hand, but she knew it would be no good when she found himself writing his name in her textbook. Hiding a blush she quickly rubbed it out and put down what she had meant to wright, taping the end of her pencil to her chin she looked out the window again, but this time found herself looking at the reflections in the glass. She looked a bit tired, but then she had been awake the last few nights wishing that one particular Hollow was there next to her, this would be a deadly infatuation with him, her head told her heart that this would be the end of her if she kept this up. But once again, her heart had no interest in what her head had to say.

Her eyes started to wonder about, looking for her friends in the glass. Everyone was working so quietly, like she should be, with the upcoming exams everyone head there heads down studying like mad, she went back to her work when her eyes caught the sight of white. Orihime covered her mouth as she gasped, there in the glass, sitting where Ichigo should be was his Hollow. Shirosaki sat there, feet up on the desk and looking at her, that insane grin going from ear to ear, a dark glimmer in his eyes, they way he looked as her just screamed 'I know you can't stop thinking about me'. She turned her head so fast it made her neck hurt, but when she looked at the flesh and blood Ichigo she knew her mind was plating tricks on her, taking another glance back at the reflection, it was normal, just him, not his albino copy.

Orihime almost jumped out of her skin when she felt something brush the back of her hand. It was a folded pace of paper, glancing about to make sure no one was looking at her, she slowly unfolded it and read its condense.

Are you ok? You seem to be distracted. It was in Ichigo's hand righting.

I'm fine, just though I saw a Hollow, but it was just my mind playing tricks on me. She wrote back, neatly re-folding the note and passing it back to Ichigo's desk.

He unfolded the small letter and read her reply. Razing an eyebrow he looked at her, then looked out the window before turning his attention back to her again, he quickly wrote something down and passed it back to her.

As long as you're ok, I want to talk to you about something at lunch.

Here eyes widened, did he know what happed that night? Did Shirosaki tell him? She could not recall the Hollow ever say anything about keeping it between them, he would probably hate her if he found out what happened between them. With her hands shacking she wrote only one word, 'ok' before handing it back to him, trying to keep her hand steady, damn that Hollow, damn him for coming to her that night, for kissing her like he loved her, for being her first. Orihime put her hand over her heart, trying to slow its frantic beating, it was too late to make herself angry at him or hate him, by kami, she had fallen in love with a Hollow. She could almost feel his breath on her skin, hot and heavy like it had been that night, coming in raged gasps, she could almost feel the electric shock of skin on skin contact to the point she was expecting him to be there if she turned around.

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"Are you really ok? You seem really jumpy today." Ichigo asked as he touched Inoue's arm, pulling her aside in the corridor.

"I'm fine Kurosaki-kun, my mind was elsewhere." she smiled at him, "but what's the matter Kurosaki-kun? You said you wanted to talk?"

"Ah that's right," he racked a hand through his orange hair, "on Friday night did you see or.. Feel anything odd happening?"

"I felt your reiatsu flare up briefly, and something that felt like a Hollows, but it was all quite after that."

Ichigo sighed and visibly relaxed a bit, "Thanks Inoue, I have been sleeping so deeply lately that I was worried I may had missed something." he smiled at her.

The two walked out in silence. Orihime could not help for feel bad for lying too him, well she did not outright lie, just did not tell him all that happened that night, there where no other Hollow attacks that she felt from then on. She watched Ichigo's back as he walked on ahead of her, normally she would be daydreaming about him, but now she was thinking about how she wish that she could reach into him and pull out Shirosaki, damn that stupid, stupid Hollow. But as her friends, Uryu and Chad, came into view she knew that she had to keep her mind strait for now, fantasising about Shiro would have to wait till she was at home.

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The albino lay there on his stomach, looking at the window, watching everything that was going on in the outside world through the silvered glass. Well you could not really say he was watching everything, he was just watching someone, ever since Ichigo had arrived at school the Hollow had been watching Orihime, and he was loving every second of it. The way he could tell her mind was far away from her school work, the way she tried not to look at the king, the way she reacted when she saw him in the window, priceless, absolutely priceless. His body shook with withheld laughter, as he watched how she took small bites of her food, he wondered what she was eating today, not like he would ask her, not when he could stick his tongue in her mouth and work it out himself, or lick up the small smear she had on the corner of her lips.

It would have been a perfect way to spend his time, the only thing he would change was old man Zangetsu, who had has his eyes fixed on the Hollow even since he woke up. Shirosaki growled as Chad's large hand brushed away some crumbs from her face, quickly becoming pissed of that another male had put their hands on Hime.

"Why are you so interested in her?" Zangetsu's voice echoed around the vast sideways world.

"Cous' that night was fun." he grinned to himself, not looking at the old man, "and look at what's it doing to her."

He watched as she stretched herself, arms above her head, and arching herself back, making her breasts stick out even more. The Hollow felt his body shudder, never had it done that before, his mouth was watering and his heart was pounding like he just finished a fight with Ichigo, Shirosaki ghosted over her body with one snow white finger. His face softened as he watched her taking in the fresh autumn sun, sighing he let his head rest against the cool glass.

I can feel you there you know, what are you up too? The Shinigami's voice growled inside his own world.

"Nothing kingy, just enjoying da' view," the Hollow grinned as Orihime stood up and brushed down the back of her skirt, "it seems like a nice day eh' kingy?"

I know that you are up to something, its not like you to just sit back and do 'nothing'.

Shirosaki just chuckled, "We all have our off days."

Both the Shinigami and his Hollow remained quite after that. Yet Zangetsu was still there, pondering the Hollow and his recent actions, never in all history had there been a Hollow that took a human to bed, the zanpakuto spirit did not believe the 'I just felt like it' excuse. He could tell something was up, normally he would be doing what Hollows do best, reeking havoc, even in this inner world with just the two of them, but since the time he spent with Orihime Inoue he had become more, tame. Shirosaki lay there, eyes fixed on the window he used to view the outside world, everyone was already heading back to class, Ichigo was walking behind Orihime this time, Shiro watched the way her hips swayed, the flare of her dress, and lastly her long slender legs, the same legs he had wrapped around him only a few nights ago. The primal and seductive growl he suppressed almost chocked him, he felt his body reacting to her again, he needed her, he wanted her, and by kami, he would have her.

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There was a chill in the air, but a cold wind did not disturb the Hollow. His pure white form stood out in the black, starless night, but no one could see him even if they tried. Gold and black eyes, like some sort of predatory animal, pierced the night, knowing eyes, knowing of what was out there, knowing of what power he had within him, Shiro wanted to throw his head back and let out a roar so fearsome, that the Hollows in the darkest depths of Hueco Mundo would tremble in fear of him. But he found himself wanting something more then that, or should that be someone, going from rooftop to rooftop he took his time, he knew she was going to be there, and as the saying goes, the night is still young.

He scowled when he found her window open, even if it did allow him easy entry to her apartment. He found her, slumped over the table in her living room, books and papers scatted everywhere, she had fallen asleep whilst doing her homework. Quietly stepping in and closing the window, he sighed inwardly, even though it was not winter yet, the nights got very cold, and here she sat sleeping in nothing more then her school shirt and skirt. Walking over to her he admired her sleeping face, the way a few strands of hair would move with her breath, the way her lips where slightly parted. He sat down behind her, a leg both side, and ran his hands over her arms, her skin was icy cold.

"Baka, you will make yourself ill." he mumbled to himself as he pulled her back, so she was lying against his body.

The cold started to set in as her body began to shake, it finally becoming aware of how cold it was with this new heat wrapped around it. She stirred, turning around slightly in his lap in order to cuddle up to him better.

"Warm." she mumbled sleepily.

Shiro's body shook lightly as he chuckled, "You should not leave your window open, you never know what may come in at night."

Orihime slowly started to blink her eyes open, starting to wonder where the heat and the voice were coming from. As she came around from her sleep induced haze, she found herself sliding her arms around the source of the warmth, who or what it was not really registering in her mind yet, white outfit, voice dark, distorted, yet somehow comforting. It hit her suddenly as she pushed herself away to look him in the eyes, he had that smug look on his face, almost like the one she had seen in the window today.

"S-Shiro-kun!" she gazed at him, wide eyed.

"Who did you ex..mhm." he was cut off when he found Orihime's lips on his.

He had to put an arm out behind him to stop himself from falling on his back. She had her arms firmly locked around his neck, and her lips pressed hard on his own, the kiss felt like she did not really know what she was doing, but then again she probably did not. He tilted his head to the side as his free hand came around to cradle the back of her head, slowly he opened his mouth and brushed her lower lip with the tip of his tongue, it did not take her long to realise what he wanted, she slowly opened her mouth, telling herself that they had already done this before. He did not force himself into her mouth like last time, his tongue slowly slid over hers, taking in her flavour, she shifted herself in his lap, so she was now straddling him. The Hollow's hips jolted up, grinding himself into her, she gasped out of shock the first time, pleaser the second, Shirosaki growled deep in his chest, preparing himself to flip her onto her back, when she suddenly broke there heated kiss.

"No," her voice was only a whisper, "Shiro-kun, why are you here? How are you here?"

He licked his lips, disappointed that she was delaying him, "The king is in a deep sleep, he's letting cracks appear in the cage he keeps me in, I am simply seeping through the cracks Hime," he leaned in to try and kiss her again, but she pulled away, "he is fine, and I can't use my Hollow powers or he will wake up, and we don't want that happening now do we?"

"And as for why I'm here," he ground himself into her again, "I think you know why."

She tried to slide back off him, but found that he had brought one of his knees up. Orihime through briefly about getting off to the side, but she knew that he would just roll on top of her, she did not want her hormones to get the better of her tonight, but she was worried that if she said no, he would just leave. Maybe that would be the best, she did not need another heartbreak, get away before she got too deep, taking a deep breath she prepared herself to tell him, but as soon as her eyes settled on his face, her resolve broke down. His eyes where like gold and onyx inlayed into ivory, his face was blank, like he did not know what emotion to put on, she could feel tears starting to prick at her eyes, threatening to spill out, Shirosaki frowned and tilted his head to the side, it seemed cute to her.

"Hime what's the matter?"

The next thing he knew, he was on his back with her arms wrapped almost painfully tight him, and her sobbing into the crock of his neck. The Hollow was at a loss on what to do, if she reacted by kissing him, he would of known what to do, if she had tried to hit him, he would of known what to do, but she did neither, he moved the arm that was pined under him and gently wrapped his arms around her, still a bit unsure of what to do. Her sobs shook both there bodies, her tears already soaking in to the collar of his top, Shiro trying to wrack him brines on what to do, he was a Hollow damn it, not meant to be working out why this woman was crying her eyes out. So he did the only thing he could of, let her cry it out, hopefully, he said to himself, she would be finished soon, if not then he had a problem.

After what seemed like an age for both of them, but was only a few minuets, Orihime pushed herself up off him. Rubbing her face on the back of her hands, she looked at him, her eyes puffy and red from crying so long.

"I'm sorry, I-it's just, I-I." she rubbed her eyes, trying to stop a new river of tears from emerging, damn it she did not want to cry like this, in front of him, but after three days of inner torment.

"Hime," he sighed, he propped himself up onto his elbows, a soft scowl set on his face, "I know what this is about, I may be a Hollow but I know something about feelings Hime."

She looked almost shocked at his words, "I-I'm sorry Shirosaki-kun its just, I don't think I can keep on sleeping with you… being with you, without knowing."

I knew this was too easy, "Do I love you?" that sadistic grin spreading back on his face, "who knows, I don't have human feelings, but, there is one thing I do have plenty of."

Before she knew it, she was on her back. His hand on the back of her head to make sure she did not hit it on the floor, he lowered his head, bone white lips brushing her ear.

"Instinct," the way he said that one word made her shudder, "and its drawing me to you, telling me to stay with you, too keep an eye on you, can you call that love? Or just lust?" he moved so his lips where now hovering just over hers, "but that don't matter, either way your mine Hime."

Then just to hammer home his message, he covered her mouth with his own, quickly taking dominance. Her back arched, pushing her body firmly into his, he then began to trail kisses over her jaw line, then down her neck, to finally he was running that pail blue tongue down the valley between her breasts, she vaguely wounded when he had unbuttoned her top. Shiro dragged his black nails over her sides, leaving thin red marks in there wake, everywhere he touched, kissed, licked left her skin feeling like it was on fire, it almost felt like that he was in control of her body when she realised that her hands had slipped into the opening of his Shinigami uniform. This all seemed different from there first time, even though she still seemed unsure about what to do now as she did then, despite the fact her hands where doing there own thing and had already started to undress him.

He pulled away, enjoying the small moan of disappointment that came pass her lips at the loss of his body warmth; yes the Hollow's body was warm. Shiro took her hands in his, like he was going to help her up, but that was not the case as he through her over his shoulder.

"Ah! What are you doing Shiro-kun?" she wanted to squirm in his grasp, not likening being held up so high, but remained still as she did not want him to drop her.

He just laughed, "Ya already know Hime."

With that said, he carried her into the bedroom, to show her what his instincts where telling him to do.

lets hope they don't wake the king up!