Author's Note : Dear Readers, I'm sorry for the late update. My life's pretty hectic nowadays. The third chapter would be up faster since it's already half finished (I started writing the third chapter before this one). Well, I hope this chapter didn't disappoint my readers out there. It turned out longer than I had intended and I had some IchiHime, RenRuki and RenHime (not what you think!) goodness in here.

And I would like to apologize in advance to Rukia and Kaien's fans. I love them as well but this is an AU fic and I had to make them the way they are in this story, so I'm sorry that they turned out very different from their original characters. I would like to mention here that the RenRuki scene was inspired from a Korean drama I watch currently, titled 'Three Brothers'. I had fun writing that particular scene.

For those unfamiliar with Japanese words, 'onii-chan' means brother, and 'dono' was a Japanese honorific.

Sorry for the rambling. I hope you Readers enjoy this chapter!! And review please!! XD

Disclaimer : I don't own Bleach.

Do you believe in destiny?

That it's meant to be you and me…

Do you believe it's all written on the stars?

One day we'll meet each other…

That Fate had decided it all from the beginning…

Even five lifetimes over…

We will still be together…

Do you believe it?

Cause if you do…

Just take my hands…

And together…

We'll chase destiny…

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Renji uttered a curse. He was tired. He had been up early in the morning, and then he had to investigate a horrifying crime scene. The day was already late. He had promised his mother to be home for dinner and he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to get home in time. Now, to top things off, he had to interview the policeman who had first discovered the victim, the second Jane Doe.

And the fact that the said policeman was a member of the 4th Squad, which was deemed to be the weakest squad in Karakura didn't help at all.

One of the things that Abarai Renji couldn't tolerate was weak people.

The one sitting before him at that moment, Yamada Hanatarou, was one of those people.

He was a small and short guy. He had straight, black hair that ended below his ears, and of all the times Renji had been talking to him, he appeared to be very nervous and kept fidgeting with his necktie.

Renji let out a deep sigh. He had spent half an hour asking questions but that Yamada guy seemed to be of no help. He had explained to Renji that he was on duty that morning and had been patrolling the area where the victim's house was. He was about to walk away from that area when his flashlight caught a shadow moving swiftly away from the direction of the house. He mentioned that the shadow had sort of disappeared into thin air, and he had no chance at all to follow it.

And then he went to the victim's house, wanted to make sure that nothing happened over there. He knocked on the door several times but there was no answer. He was pretty sure that whoever lived in that house was inside, seeing that there was a pair of shoes outside and the light was on. His instinct was telling him that something bad could have happened inside that house so he busted in through the door.

That was how Yamada Hanatarou discovered the body.

And that was exactly what he reported. Renji cursed again, this is going absolutely nowhere.

Renji closed his notebook and got up. "Seems like I'm done here."

Hanatarou got up as well, "Thank you, Abarai-san."

"I should be the one thanking you. Well, please let me know if you remember anything else that happened that night."

"I will."

Forcing out a small smile, Renji walked towards the door, and was about to reach for the handle when they heard a call radioed through. It mentioned a situation, a ruckus that took place at a nearby bar.

Renji noticed that Hanatarou became even more nervous.

"Aren't you going to respond to that? It's in your jurisdiction, you know?"

"A-ah, I should, but I can't leave the station right now since there's no one else here."

"Then, dispatch the task to your squad members."

Hanatarou grew white, "A-about that… I-I c-can't seem to contact any one of them. I-I tried before…"

Renji's eyes went huge, "You what?"

"I-I don't know w-where they are."

"Unbelievable! What kinds of cops are in this squad? No matter where you go, you're supposed to inform your squad members. And where the hell is your Captain?"

"I-I haven't seen Captain Zaraki in about a w-week now."

Renji slapped his forehead. This is totally unacceptable. No wonder this squad was called 'the weakest squad around'. And the squad members totally lived up to their squad's name.

"What am I supposed to do? I can't leave but I have to respond to the call."

Renji let out another deep sigh. Things were getting more and more annoying to him. "I'll go. Since I'm in the area as well."

Hanatarou seemed to be shocked at first. It wasn't an emergency call, and it was not something that an elite cop obligated to respond to. But then, relief overcame him and he started bowing uncontrollably.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much, Abarai-san."

"Whatever."

"Thank you."

Renji simply waved his hand, grabbed his jacket and walked out.

Little did he know, he was about to get involved in a much more annoying situation.

* * * * *

It was cold outside. The cold breeze was blowing softly but the chill it caused made the auburn-haired woman shivered a bit. She pulled her black jacket tighter, hoping it would stop the shivering.

It was nearly midnight and the streets were empty, save for a few people heading over to the local nightclub. As she walked past them, they nodded at her, and she returned it.

No one seemed to question why a young, beautiful woman like her walked alone on an almost deserted street at such an hour. And she wasn't heading towards the bar like the rest of them, that's for sure.

Or why, such a helpless and fragile looking woman like her wasn't afraid of walking alone.

A few drops of rain fell on her fair, flawless skin, and she pulled her hood up, covering her head. She was completely alone on the street now. The streetlights were mostly broken and it would have been completely dark outside if it hadn't been for the full moon.

She quickened her steps, anxious to reach her destination. The silence around her had started to give her the creeps. She knew that no one in Karakura would dare to harm her, since they were well aware that should anything happened to her, Abarai Renji would not let things off that easily. As for other things, well, her friends had told stories about ghosts that haunt the streets…

Inoue Orihime shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away. She increased her pace, glanced a few times over her shoulder as the thoughts she had earlier forced their way into her mind over and over again.

As soon as she reached the entrance of an old church, she stopped walking and let out a relieved sigh. Finally, I'm here…, she thought as she looked up in awe at the majestic building standing proudly before her.

It was the oldest church in Karakura. She wasn't much of a religious person, but at certain times, she loved going to this church as it gave her a sense of peace and belonging. And sometimes it made her feel like she believed that there really is life after death, that people went to a beautiful place after they died. A place where everything looked nice, smelled nice, and calm like this church.

She put her hands on the heavy oak door and gave a hard push. The door opened with a loud creak, and she was greeted with a beautiful sight.

The all-white altar stood proudly before her, at the centre of the church, and there were white lilies and lavenders, a beautiful combination of white and purple, assembled together at the foot of the altar. Looming up above the altar was a statue of Christ on a crucifix, a symbol of sacrifice, the savior of all mankind.

The church windows were decorated with beautiful stained glasses. There were paintings on the wall too, paintings that retold the scenes from the Bible. She had been inside this church a few times, but everything about it intrigued her. Sometimes it even felt like coming home.

Alone in here, she could pour her heart out. Whatever had made her sad, she could tell them all to God. Whatever dilemmas she faced that got her confused, whatever she worried about, she could ask them to God. And she knew He would listen, without judging, without questioning. And just like that, she would feel as if a burden had been lifted from her shoulder.

She bowed at the huge statue of Christ crucified above the altar, as a sign of respect for the Lord, and began walking towards the altar. She stopped when she reached it and began kneeling. She set down the folder she was carrying and closed her eyes.

She prayed. She prayed for the souls who faced untimely death, she prayed for the ones who had suffered a lot in their lives and she prayed for those people to gain happiness. She prayed for them, and herself too. For she herself had lost someone she loved dearly too, she had suffered and she wanted nothing other than to be granted happiness, and for her dead loved one to be granted happiness as well.

She prayed silently, completely unaware of a pair of amber eyes watching her intently from above the church balcony.

* * * * *

Renji groaned as he leaned back and rest his head on the sofa, finally getting to rest after a long, tiring and annoying day. His muscles were aching badly and his head felt like it was about to explode. He lifted his legs and rested them on the coffee table, letting out another groan.

His day had just gone from bad to worse.

It had all started with that damn emergency call. Then Captain Soi Fon had been on their cases all day long, shouting, "Move your lazy butts and start working!" whenever she saw any one of them sitting. Boy, he was sure that woman was totally losing it.

Then, he'd met that guy from 4th Squad, Yamada Hanatarou, afterwards he'd somehow become entangled in some love-affairs-gone-wrong mess. And that was why he'd came home at nearly 11 p.m., late for dinner, which had caused him to suffer from his mother's unstoppable nagging. She usually did that whenever she was mad. She got mad when she was upset. And Renji hated making his mother upset.

His mother, Matsumoto Rangiku, was a beautiful woman in mid-forties. She was a tall woman, and she had beautiful, long, luscious strawberry blond hairs with killer assets that seemed to be another women's envy. And the fact she loved wearing revealing clothes didn't help much either. She had aged over the years but her face hadn't shown any line of wrinkles. To Renji, she was as beautiful as he had first remembered her.

People often joked about him being named 'Abarai' when his mother's surname was 'Matsumoto' must meant that he was a child born out of wedlock. He was upset because of that joke, and had asked her. She simply said that she had named him after his father, the one she had simply referred to as 'old man Abarai' whom she married at a very young age. But he died before Renji was born, and then she began using her maiden name again.

He had wanted to ask her why she didn't kept the name 'Abarai', because if she did he probably wouldn't get teased as much, but she told him that all that matters was they had each other and that they loved each other. An answer she gave him whenever she refused to reveal more. An answer she usually used just to get her small child to shut up.

At that time, it was the two of them against the world. The red-haired boy with his young, busty, beautiful mother. His mother had never remarried, and he never asked why, because he knew what the answer would be.

Renji shifted in his seat and put up his legs on the coffee table. Had his mother saw him doing that, she wouldn't like it, but right now she was asleep in her room. She had gone up after she had clearly instructed him to wash all the dishes earlier as his punishment for missing dinner.

He was glad that Tatsuki decided to go to bed early as well. That woman was as bad as his mother, nagging non-stop over small matters he done. They probably spent too much time together, he thought bitterly as he recalled Tatsuki lecturing him on how he should be a better son, as she served him chocolate pudding earlier.

Women… Sometimes they can be downright annoying.

And he had met another one just a few hours earlier.

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When he decided to respond to the call for the 4th Squad, Renji hadn't expected something worse than a normal brawl among the local citizens who'd had too much to drink.

He'd parked his car outside the bar. The first thing he noticed was the bartender who stood near the door, looking in every now and then to check what happened inside.

"What's going on in there?" Renji asked as he walked up and reached the bartender's side.

"They are crazy! I had tried to stop them but they just wouldn't stop!" He continued to ramble, "I opened earlier to get ready for a hectic night, but then she came in, and then he came in… and they started fighting…"

Smirking, Renji thought, it couldn't be that bad, and started to walk inside, only to be greeted by a flying object that landed smack on his forehead.

"Ouch!! What the hell was that?" Hand on his forehead, he shouted as he took a glance at the black thing lying a few feet away from him. It was… a woman's shoe?

"What the fuck is going on inside?" He muttered angrily and stormed inside.

Standing in the middle of the room was a small, raven-haired woman, with a black shoe in her right hand, exactly the same as the one lying outside the bar. He noticed from her smudged mascara that she had been crying. Her hair and clothes were disheveled and she had a mixture of hurt and anger expressed on her face. Her shoulder heaved up and down, a sign of her heavy breathing.

There were broken glasses everywhere. She obviously had thrown them around. And there were broken chairs lying all across the room as well.

"They're going to pay a lot for this," the bartender said, but Renji simply ignored the man behind him.

A few distances away from her, with his back towards Renji, was a tall, dark-haired man in business clothing, who looked cautiously at her, while keeping his arms hovering in front of him, getting ready for another attack from her.

The man, aware of Renji's presence, stole a brief glance at him. "Are you a cop?"

"Yes, I'm here to help."

"Good. I swear this woman is going to kill me."

"It was your fault!" she screamed suddenly, startling Renji.

The man turned to face her again, "We weren't married. I was free to choose whoever I want to spend my whole life with!"

"We were together for three straight years, damn it! You could have told me you've fallen out of love with me! But you're a coward! You simply didn't have a gut to tell me something that simple!"

"Fine! I've fallen out of love with you!"

The man's words hurt her, and Renji watched as hurt flickered in her eyes. "Kaien-dono… How could you?"

Taking a deep breath, the man replied, "I love her more than I've ever loved you... And we never fight as much as you and I do…"

"But I love you… I gave everything to you… Everything you asked for…" She collapsed on the floor and began sobbing, "And I would do anything for you…"

"Rukia…"

She looked up at him, her violet eyes filled with tears, and watching from the side, Renji pitied that woman.

"Please… Come back to me…"

"Rukia, I love her, and I'm going to marry her. There is no way I'll come back to you! This three years I spent with you had caused me enough suffering!"

"What?"

"Didn't you hear me? I suffered! I suffered, Rukia! We were wrong for each other! We have to stop lying to ourselves!"

What he said seemed to stir something else inside her. Anger. Abarai Renji could see it flaming in her eyes as she stood up slowly, her body shaking.

"What did you say? You… suffered?"

"Yes!"

"You could have told me earlier! Why wait for three years to come clean with it all? You could have saved yourself from having to tell me the strings of lies again and again!"

"I didn't lie!"

"Yeah? What about all this time when I asked to meet you for dinner and you said you had to work late? What about when I asked you to stop by at my apartment, you said you have a late meeting?" She paused a bit, and then asked slowly, "You were meeting her behind my back, weren't you?"

The man she called Kaien-dono looked down on the floor, and Renji noticed an expression of guilt flashed on his face, for the first time ever since he'd been here.

"I did."

"You jerk…" she said through gritted teeth.

"I had fun being with her. She was so different from you! I was suffocated by you and I had to find an escape route!"

"Was… was being with me that… bad?"

"Rukia, look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier~"

"Tell me!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, woman! Yes! You are annoying! Controlling! Clingy bitch! And looking at you now, I'd say you're a pathetic one too! I just couldn't wait to get rid of you so I can be with her!"

Renji couldn't believe his ears. It was bad enough this guy cheated on his girlfriend. He didn't have to rub it in her face as well. "Hey, hey, dude… That's enough."

"Don't butt in, buddy. This is between me and her."

Renji stepped and grabbed the guy's arm. "You made it my business when you cause ruckus and disturbed everyone."

"Hey, I didn't cause a ruckus! She did!" The guy pointed at the small woman, who was now trembling.

Renji couldn't stand the look on her face, "Dude, that's pretty low."

"You're a jerk, Kaien! I hate you!!"

"Then don't bother to get in touch with me." Pushing away Renji's grip on his arm, the man stepped away from Renji, "If you want to stop this ruckus, arrest that woman, officer. She was the one who needs to control her emotions."

"I hate you!!" she screamed again, and threw her other shoe, missing Renji's head by a few centimeters. That woman really has a bad aim, Renji thought suddenly.

The man she aimed the shoe at simply said, "I know that." And he started to walk away.

"Stop! Kaien-dono, if you walk away… I-I wouldn't be able to forgive you!"

"I don't need to be forgiven."

"Jerk!!"

With one loud scream, she charged forward, wanted to follow the man she had once loved with all her heart. But Renji caught her in time, stopping her roughly with his body.

"Get out of my way, I want to kill him!"

"I'm sorry, miss. I will not tolerate violence."

She squirmed in his tight grip, trying to knock him over and pushed her way through. "Let me go!"

For someone so small, she was unbelievably strong. Renji tightened his grip on her, causing her to flail helplessly in his arms.

"Kaien-dono! Come back here, please…"

She watched broken-heartedly as Kaien continued to walk away. "Jerk! Come back here and face me!"

Kaien turned around and there was no regrets at all expressed on his face. At least, Renji could see none. Then, he pointed his finger at the woman thrashing around in Renji's deadly grip. "I'd better not hear anything from you. Or I'll press charge."

"You jerk!!"

He walked away, leaving her behind in Renji's grasp. The small woman stopped thrashing and Renji released her slowly, afraid that she would run after Kaien. But she simply collapsed on the floor again and cried. Tears streaming down her cheeks, causing Renji to pity her even more.

"Stop crying, he's not worth it," he whispered.

"I loved him so much… How could he hurt me?"

Renji kneeled beside her and caught her in his arms again, only this time it was in a calming embrace, and began rocking her, trying to stop her tears as he had done with Orihime time and time again.

"How could he…?" she mumbled as she cried in his chest.

"Shhh…"

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Yes, when there are women, there are bound to be dramas.

And living his life around women, Renji knew they could be really annoying at times. Well, except for one woman.

"Come to think about it, why hasn't Orihime returned home?" he asked himself.

As if an answer to his question, there was a knock on the door.

Feeling odd, he quickly got up and went to open the door, hoping it was Orihime but doubting it was her since she never forgot to bring her keys whenever she went out.

He swung the door open, and sure enough, it wasn't her standing there.

"Oh, it's you."

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Kurosaki Ichigo watched intently as the young woman before the altar prayed. She had removed the hood covering her head, revealing her long, luscious auburn locks. They seemed to shine in the dim lighting of the old church.

"Beautiful," he muttered softly.

He continued to watch her silently, slowly getting more and more captivated by her. He had seen, known and met a lot of women, but none of them had managed to make him feel so entranced, and some of them were really sexy and beautiful. But this young woman, this young woman before him, who covered her entire body in thick clothing and even though he hadn't seen her face, had managed to make him fascinated.

There was something about her presence… She seemed so alive… So… human…

The auburn-haired woman stood up suddenly. With one bow at the cross looming above the altar, she turned and began walking towards the door. She walked gracefully, he thought as his intense gaze followed her every steps.

A few steps before reaching the door, she stopped and turned her body to face the altar, and bowed slowly. When she turned around again and reached for the door handle, that was when Kurosaki Ichigo started to panic.

This cannot end this way… I have to at least know who she is…

"You know, young girls shouldn't wander around in the middle of the night."

Startled by his voice, she spun around, trying to find out where it was coming from.

"I'm up here," he called out to here.

She looked up, and his eyes caught sight of her large gray eyes. They were wide with shock, and he had never seen anything so cute.

He felt the corner of his mouth curling upwards, forming a small smile. He jumped on the rail, and then jumped down the balcony, landing effortlessly in front of the shocked woman. Her eyes widened even more, and Kurosaki Ichigo almost laughed aloud at the sight before him. She looked so funny standing there absolutely dumbfounded, with her hand stopped midair, inches away from the door handle and her eyes were as wide as they can get.

He strode closer to her, and as impossible as it seemed, her eyes managed to get even wider with his every steps. As he got closer, he marveled at how beautiful she was up close.

She was tall for a woman. She had a fair, flawless skin and lips so soft and plump they made him wonder what it would feel like to kiss her. And he could tell that she had a nice figure, even her thick black jacket and simple blue jeans couldn't hide that fact from his roaming eyes.

Suddenly feeling insecure under his intense gaze, the woman clutched her folder tightly in front of her chest, blocking Ichigo from a pleasant sight.

"You know, you should never just barge in next time. I was napping up there when you came in, and the noises you made disturbed my pleasant slumber."

"I-I'm sorry…" she stuttered.

Ichigo couldn't hold it in anymore. He laughed. He never expected such reaction from her.

Face reddened, she seemed to realize what she just done, "Why am I apologizing anyway? This is a church! People has right to walk into a church whenever they wanted to."

Ichigo stopped laughing, but the amusement never left him.

"And what were you doing sleeping in a church anyway? Don't you have anywhere else to sleep?"

"I just like it in here. It's calming," then, he leaned closer towards her, "In case you're wondering, I do have a home. I can take you there if you want to."

Her face reddened even more, now with anger. "Shut up!"

Ichigo laughed again. "I'm sorry."

Her expressions changed. Now she's confused. He noticed that she was clutching her folder even tighter.

"I mean, I'm sorry that I startled you." After a pause, he added, "You're so easy to tease though."

Her face went red again. Ichigo never thought anyone could blush as much as she did.

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you too."

"Nah, I wasn't sleeping, just relaxing."

"Seriously, why were you up there?" Cautiously, she added, "Even if you were sleeping, why do you have to do it up there? You startled me."

"I just happen to like high places."

Silence enveloped them.

Then, out of the blue she blurted, "I think the church is very calming too."

They were both startled by what she said. Ichigo didn't know what to response, and the woman in front of him mentally cursed herself for saying that statement out loud.

Ichigo cleared his throat, "Really, you shouldn't be out at this hour. At night, things could be… dangerous."

The young woman smiled sadly, "I'm not afraid. There is nothing more to fear than death." Then, she whispered, "And I've known death…"

"What?"

She shook her head, probably realizing she had blurted something out unintentionally, for the second time. This woman is weird, Ichigo thought.

"I should get going," she said, and reached for the door.

Ichigo watched as she pushed the heavy oak door, but failed. She tucked the folder she was holding under her left arm, and pushed again, but failed. She cursed inwardly. She managed to open the door earlier, so why is it giving her a hard time now?

"Let me do it."

Ichigo stepped next to her, startling her so much that she dropped her folder, and pushed the door with one hand. The door swung open easily, followed by a gust of wind bursting through, causing her long hair to flow softly. But the wind managed to flip open her folder, scattering papers around.

"I'm sorry," Ichigo said and began to help her collecting the papers.

He bent, picked up one of them, turned it over and the photocopied picture disturbed him somehow.

"What is this for?" he asked, standing up straight abruptly.

She eyed the paper in his hand, "Assignment."

"You're researching about werewolves for your assignment?"

Snatching the paper away from him, she said, "Werewolves fascinate me."

"They are dangerous creatures."

"No. They're not."

"They are known to kill people for the thrill of it."

She simply stared at him and said firmly, "No, they don't. Werewolves don't kill if they don't have to. And unlike told by legends, they happen to be gentle creatures."

"You don't know that."

"I know."

She rearranged the papers into the folder and stepped outside. "Goodbye."

Ichigo, who find her amusing reactions more and more dumbfounding, seemed to snap out of a trance as he saw her walking away.

"Wait!"

Turning around, she smiled at him. It was a smile so breathtakingly sweet that he almost forgot what he wanted to ask her.

"You could at least tell me your name!"

"No!"

Not knowing anything else to say, he pleaded, "Please…?"

She laughed, and pretended to consider things a bit. Then, she asked, "Do you like chocolate?"

"What?"

"Do you like chocolate?"

"Yes… I guess so."

"Then, find me yourself."

"What?"

Laughing even more, she waved at him and began running away. Surprisingly, she was a fast runner and disappeared quickly from his sight.

He wanted to follow her, to chase after her, but then decided against it.

He was going to get to know her, but he was going to take it one at a time.

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Inoue Orihime continued running. It started to rain lightly and she wanted to get home as fast as she can. She had never been out this late and she knew Renji wasn't going to like it if he found out. The last thing she wanted was getting into a fight with him.

Her steps halted when she reached her house. She let out a sigh of relief and started unlocking the gate. The dark house indicated that everyone else was already fast asleep, which mean that she wouldn't have to answer to anyone. Not right away, at least.

She locked the gate, ran towards the door, unlocked the door and stepped inside the house. She closed the door carefully and twisted the key slowly, before she started tiptoeing towards the stairs.

But the sight of the tall red-haired man asleep on the sofa stopped her in her tracks. Knowing him, he'd probably worried that she wasn't home and waited for her.

"Onii-chan?"

At the sound of the voice, Renji opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on her.

There she was, the person he'd been so worried about all night. Her auburn hair was damp, a result from walking outside under the rain. And he could see her shivering as well.

Not liking what he saw, he quickly got up, swaggered a bit as a result from standing up so abruptly. Ignoring the steady thud in his head, he walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. She was still standing at the same spot when he returned.

He handed her the towel, "Here, get yourself dried."

Wordlessly, she grabbed the towel from Renji's hand and started rubbing them on her hair.

"What are you doing, still up at this hour?"

"I was waiting for you."

"Onii-chan…"

"Where have you been? I thought you didn't have class today."

"I had a meeting at the library, for my group assignment."

"The library was closed hours ago."

"We went to get something to eat afterwards," then, hesitatingly, she added, "Then I went to the church."

Renji almost smacked his head. How could he be so stupid? It was the anniversary. Sora's death. Orihime always went to the church to pray on her brother's death anniversary. Her blood brother. Her real onii-chan… Renji had always accompanied her to the church every morning on Sora's death anniversary, but having received the emergency call early in the morning, he had forgotten all about it. He had wanted to lecture her about being late but the guilt he felt was so overwhelming that his intention merely disappeared.

"Onii-chan, I'm sorry…"

He flashed her a tight smile. He should be the one apologizing, but Orihime is Orihime, always putting everyone else before her.

"I have an early class tomorrow, I should go to bed now."

"Make sure you wash your hair before you do. I don't want you to catch a cold."

"Okay, Onii-chan… Goodnight…"

"Goodnight…"

She had begun walking up the stairs when he realized he forgot to tell her something.

"Orihime," he called out to her.

"Yes, Onii-chan?"

"Ulquiorra stopped by earlier."

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One day we'll meet each other…

And it will be a meeting…

That we both would never forget…

A meeting we'd never forget…