Um, Here's chapter two. I promised that I would have it up soon didn't I?

Thank you all for the many vocal, to say the least, reviews. I loved them all, even the one that kind of insulted me and called me a troll.

Quick little note: This story isn't a fake. It's totally real. I know it's really hard to swallow, but there's a method to my madness and it will all make for a, hopefully good story. So if you'll please just give this story a chance, because I need Ichigo to act the way he's acting. I'm not a total heartless jerk, at least I hope I'm not.

Am starting to feel a nervous about this story though...

So, please read, review and enjoy?

Tokyo 2004 Spring.

Orihime smiles brightly as she emerges from the water, cupping it in her hands and throwing it into the air.

Her bright orange hair clings to her back as the pretty, bubble gum pink bikini rides up her butt, making her incredibly uncomfortable.

Ignoring her discomfort, she twirls around in the water, splashing it everywhere, laughing as she does so.

"Beautiful, beautiful! You're doing wonderful Inoue-chan!" the camera man praise as she poses. "Okay, thanks that's amazing, someone dry her off we have more than enough to work with. Inoue-chan you did amazing as always, it was a pleasure working with you."

She smiles and gives a bow to the camera man. "Arigato Oshiro-sama. It was great working with you again."

She's draped in a towel and helped out of the ocean on to the hot sand of the beach. She does a little jig, hopping on the sand until she makes it to her towel where her flip flops lie, causing a laugh to erupt from those around her.

"There she goes again with her cute little quirks," one of the equipment managers comments jovially as he packs away the camera.

"Working with Inoue-chan is so much fun, she always does something that will get a good laugh from you," another replies.

She is given a bottle of cold water. She bows, profusely thanking the person.

"Inoue-chan, you don't have to thank me, I'm just doing my job."

"Oh no, I must thank you! You went through so much trouble!"

The person's face takes on a light red tint as they rub the back of their neck. "Eto…not really. You're not picky about the water and there's a cooler full of them over there…"

"But how did you know that I would be thirsty?! You were thinking of me and being extremely kind, I am forever grateful to you."

"You shouldn't be…it's only water…"they mutter, slowly backing away.

A towel is thrust upon her head, drying her hair violently.

"Orihime-chan, you must dry your hair or you'll get a cold!" her best friend in the world, Tatsuki, scolded as she viciously scrubbed Orihime's head dry.

"Oh, Tatsuki-chan! I didn't know you were here already! I hope you didn't wait long!"

"Naw, I was released from class early, figured you'd need a ride." Orihime then remembers that she didn't have her car with her. She had left it at the lot of her manager's office.

She slams her palm into her forehead, her manager freaks out.

"Orihime-chan what are you doing?! We need that precious face of yours to be unblemished! Don't just go around bruising yourself!" Nanao scolded, batting Orihime's hand away from her forehead.

"Gomenasai Nanao-san, I wasn't thinking. I guess there's nothing but air in here," she knocks on her head with her fist.

"ORIHIME-CHAN!"

"Oops! Gomen!"

Once Orihime was dresses in a white and yellow sundress complete with white hat and yellow sunglasses, she and Tatsuki stroll down the beach in search for food.

Orihime had so many appointments and photo shoots she didn't have time to grab a bite to eat all day.

"So what are you in the mood for Tatsuki-chan? Barbeque? Ramen? Sushi?"

"Let go someplace that serves alcohol I'm kind of in a bad mood."

"What's wrong Tatsuki-chan? What's happened?" Orihime is instantly concerned for her friend.

"It's nothing really. I just have a lot on my mind, mid-terms are next week and I know that I should be studying but I just can't seem to focus. And then my boss is being a total pain and…lord, I just need a drink!" she says exasperated throwing her hands in the air.

"Well, let's gets some barbeque! It's close to the boardwalk and they serve flavored beer!" Orihime says excitedly jumping up and down.

Rolling her eyes, Tatsuki agrees and allows herself to be dragged down the beach to the restaurant by the boardwalk.

Orihime waltz in the restaurant, taking in the aroma of freshly barbequed meat.

Her mouth waters instantly, her stomach growls loudly and painfully. She closes her eyes tightly and takes a deep breath, savoring the scent.

"Come on Hime-chan, let's find a table." Tatsuki takes Orihime's hand as they both look around for a table.

Orihime hearts stops in her chest as her covered grey eyes meets the most beautiful pair of warm brown eyes she's ever seen in her life.

Her breaths becomes stuck in her throat, something large takes ahold of her heart, and squeezes it tightly in its grasp.

She can't tear her eyes away from him.

She's captivated by him.

It was in that instant that she knew that she had to have him.

bRoKeN

Tokyo 2013 Spring

Ichigo shuffles in through the door of the house, announcing his presence as he kicks off his shoes.

Kumiko comes barreling out of the kitchen, her long black ponytails swinging back and forth wildly.

She barrels into his knees, giggling wildly as he lifts her up into the air and swings her around.

"Ohayo Kumiko, have you been a good girl?" he asks her, settling her on his shoulders as he makes her way to the kitchen.

"Hai! I have been very good." He enters the kitchen and sees Rukia over the stove, stirring soup.

He makes his way over to her and plants a kiss on her cheek.

"Ohayo Ichigo-kun, you're here pretty late."

"I had a few things I needed to look over. You saw the piles of work when you left."

"Yeah, but I didn't think that you would be so slow when doing them. Dinner will be done in a minute could you and Kumiko go wash up first?"

He nods, setting Kumiko down.

"I'll race you to the bathroom," he said devilishly. Her violet eyes lights up with excitement as she rushes to the bathroom.

"Oi! No running!" Rukia shouts, but it's too late, they're already at the bathroom, and Ichigo has let her win.

"Oh no! You beat me!" he laughs, ensnaring her in a bear hug. She laughs crazily, the sound bringing joy to his heart. "You know, I have a present for you in my suitcase," he tells her as he sets her down. Her eyes widens in excitement, joy lights her faces as she begins to tremble with excitement.

"Hey Hime-chan~ I have a surprise for you~"

Her grey eyes widens to saucers as she trembled with excitement, unable to contain her joy.

Ichigo frowns, shaking the thought from his head, wondering why on earth he thought of that. He looks around and notices that Kumiko has left. Most likely, to raid his suitcase for her present.

He makes his way back to the living, trying to figure out why he thought of that.

Now that he thinks of it, what was it that he had for her?

"Daddy Ichi! Is this for me?" He heard the tinkering sound of Kumiko's voice, and immediately he was withdrawn from his thoughts.

He sees that she had the little box in her hand. She hasn't opened it yet.

He reaches down and opens the box, presenting the delicate golden bracelet that has her name engrave in English. She looks at the bracelet, her face alight with happiness.

It was so very easy to make her happy.

"It's so easy to make you happy Orihime, did you know that?"

She gives him a bright smile and nods. "The only thing I need to be happy is Kurosaki-kun."

He frowns again, his head pounding.

He unclasps the bracelet and places the delicate jewelry on her small wrist.

He smiles as she admires the bracelet, her small lips forms an "o" as she uses it to lead the way into the kitchen.

Rukia has set the table; she was placing the food down.

"Mommy, look what daddy Ichi got me!"

"Oh sweetheart, that's beautiful. Really Ichigo-kun, you shouldn't have gotten her something like that, she'll just lose it."

"And I'll just buy her another one," he said, plopping down on the chair.

"Did you guys wash your hands like I asked?"

Both Ichigo and Kumiko look at each other. Rukia crosses her arms and began tapping her foot.

They both rush to the bathroom and vigorously wash their hand, trying to contain their smirks as they do so.

Ichigo lies in the bed besides Rukia, just staring up at the ceiling, not uttering a sound.

His mind wonders back to earlier when he was bombarded with memories of Orihime.

Of when he still loved her.

Granted, he feels nothing for her now but obligation, but there was once a time when he loved her so much that he was certain that he would die without her by his side.

He was certain that he had contracted some disease from her and she was his only cure.

The only salve to the burning desire that he held for her.

But that's all vanished.

If he was a smarter man, he would've known that it was only a fling. Their feelings for each other weren't strong to withhold a few cracks. It shattered like thin glass under the pressure.

Ichigo knows that she knows where he goes every night.

He knows that she knows that Kumiko is his daughter.

What he doesn't know is why she hasn't said anything.

It's been 4 years since he's fallen out of love with her.

3 since he dropped the façade of pretending to still be in love with her.

Now, they only shared a house, and that was mostly by name. He's rarely there.

He wonders why he thought of her today, when he hasn't thought of her for so long.

"Ichigo-kun…what are you thinking about?" Rukia asks him sweetly.

He rids his mind of all thoughts Orihime and turns to Rukia.

"I'm thinking about how much better you look out of that nightgown than in it," he smirks devilishly.

He rolls on top of her and pulls the small chain to turn off the lights.

BrOkEn

Orihime wakes to the sound of Hana knocking on the door.

She sleeps in a guest room.

It's much too painful to even consider sleeping in the master bedroom.

There are too many happy memories there.

They are the ones that cuts her deeper than the painful ones.

She rises from the bed and performs her morning ablutions.

She wears a plain white tee and regular skinny jeans, her hair up in a ponytail.

She has some appointments today and they always want to see her untouched to see if they could mold her into what they wanted.

Recently, she hasn't been receiving as many jobs as she used to.

It wasn't because of her age.

They told her that she still looked the same as she did when she was 18.

It was because of her face.

It no longer held the smile that it once did. She couldn't bring herself to smile like she use to so many years ago.

It was much too painful. Her mouth didn't even work the way it did before.

It was too hard to remember if it ever truly did.

But since her pain, she has been gaining new clientele.

Those who wanted darker photos, pictures filled to the brim with pain and sorrow, she's gotten plenty of those.

She played many a fallen angel.

A broken princess.

A slain goddess.

"Hana-san, I should be back in time for lunch okay?" she addresses the woman as she rifles through the refrigerator for a yogurt.

"Hai Kurosaki-san, is there anything in particular that you would like?"

Orihime bit her lip as she thought for a moment.

"Red bean paste! I love Red bean paste!" she exclaims happily. Hana smiles as she nods.

"Of course, I shall make something delicious for you." Orihime runs to the elderly woman and embraces her tightly, profusely thanking her.

As she leaves her overly, large home, her driver taking her to her first appointment, she silently thanks Hana again.

For now, she has something, although minuscule, to smile for during the day.

Orihime, was almost done with her appointments. Thanks to Hana, she landed 5 out of the 6 that she met with today. The last was still deciding between her and another.

Her mouth watered as her stomach growled in protest at the lack of food.

She hadn't eaten dinner the night before.

She was too broken hearted to do such a thing.

And the yogurt didn't fill her up.

Her driver pulls up to the building, the car grinding to a slow halt. Before he could open his door to open hers, she bursts out and runs into the building, shouting her thanks and gratefulness.

She runs through the hall of the building, looking around, quickly realizing that she has no idea where to go.

She digs into her big black bag and pulls out the folder with the necessary information.

It spills everywhere.

Cascading and flying down the hall in a sea of white and black rectangles, gently lying on the ground.

She quickly kneels to pick up all of the papers, careful not to get a paper cut. Her manager has warned her about cutting her skin.

As she reaches for a sheet a pale hand extends to help her.

"Oh, arigato…" she trails off as her eyes meet the most shockingly, green eyes ever. Like jade emeralds, they shined brilliantly although they held no more emotion than inquisitiveness.

This man looked very familiar.

He doesn't speak as he stands and helps her up.

She smiles brightly at the familiar stranger, trying hard to decipher where she knows him from.

He stares at her, a strange expression on his face as if he's trying to read her.

Her face burns.

She looks away, unable to take those piercing green eyes.

She bows to him and walks around him, unable to stop herself from casting another glance in his direction.

She…

…was captivated by him.

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