A/N:

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(9/3/11)


Two figures quietly entered the elevator. When they were in, alone, the female giggled and spun around the male playfully.

"See, Kurosaki-kun. It worked like a charm. How do I look in this uniform?"

She stroked the dress lightly and looked at Ichigo nervously, like a student who was waiting for her teacher to praise her. Ichigo tried hard not to chuckle, how could a 26 year-old woman be this childish? If he didn't know better he would think that she was a sixteen year-old high school girl, so instead of chuckling, he frowned.

"Inoue, I still don't think it is a good idea. We could seriously be caught for trespassing and..."

"We are not trespassing. The receptionist let us pass fair and square."

"Then we could be charged with misrepresentation. We are not employees of the bakery store, and no one has ordered strawberry cheesecakes."

"And I never told him so. All I did was wear this uniform, bring the cheesecakes in and tell him that many employees here loved Spaker Spaker Factory's cheesecakes. I didn't even tell him that I was an employee of "Spaker Spaker Factory Cheesecake" or that anyone here ordered cheesecake. I didn't lie to him. Alll of these are his own assumptions."

Hey, hey, this woman was indeed a master of manipulation; and he couldn't even believe that they had passed the gate that easily. The guards had no suspicion as they entered the gate again, and what surprised him most was how stupid the receptionist was to not recognize Orihime. Sure, she looked very different now compared to the first time, more young, more playful and childish. She had tied her hair to both sides, washed all of her makeup (not that she was that heavily made up, usually she didn't wear make up at all, but today she strangely wanted to be more mature to meet her husband), and what made her different most was the uniform. It strangely fit her perfectly, revealed most of her curves but at the same time still made her look so modest and innocent. Ichigo bet the receptionist was knocked out by her brightened smile and her puppy and pure eyes; moreover, Orihime insisted on giving him a cheesecake as a greeting gift and asked him to come and try new samples from the Spaker Spaker Factory. Yes, she never said that she was from the said bakery but all of her actions and words and appearance led to that conclusion.

Ichigo sighed. For the past three weeks, he had been taken in by her innocent acts and began to think of her as a friend. She was so kindhearted and nice to everyone around her that he couldn't believe she could be that manipulating. Too dangerous, this woman was way too dangerous. He had to keep his mind clear and be more careful of her if he didn't want to have the same fate as his comrades.

"Kurosaki-kun, do you hate me now?". Orihime said sadly. Kurosaki-kun didn't seem to like the way she managed to get past the security. She didn't want to do that either. She guessed she was infected by her husband's manipulation and his way of thinking after being with him for so long. Plus, she was so angry at the receptionist for saying that she was not the wife of Aizen Sousuke. She clenched her fists. Besides, she didn't know why but when she was near Kurosaki-kun, she wanted to try something fun, to be more adventurous and create good memories between them. She just played a little prank to get some revenge and to have some fun; but now, she regretted what she did because Kurosaki-kun seemed to dislike the way she tricked the receptionist. He was a very honest and straight forward person after all. Suddenly, Orihime felt so dirty and unworthy to be near Ichigo.

She turned around, and said firmly, "We should change. I want to be more presentable before meeting my husband. We could go to the restroom and meet each other again at the elevator".


Ichigo tapped his fingers on the wall impatiently. This woman was too moody. One second, she acted like a little high school girl, then the next second she changed her tone and began to act coldly to him. Were all girls like that? As far as he could remember; Rukia was not like that; she was simple and straight forward; much like many of his friends. He sighed, and what took her so long? That was why he didn't want to babysit her in a first place. To seduce her own husband and keep him for herself, of course she would take hours to get make up and dress up. Her husband was very wealthy and powerful, and to make him notice her instead of his lovers, she would need to make herself as beautiful as possible.

Something cold touched his cheek.

"Kurosaki-kun, have this."

Orihime smiled and handed him a coffee can.

"It's hazelnut flavor, your favorite."

"You, you took that long to find this for me?"

"Sorry Kurosaki-kun for making you wait. I think you must be very tired and the vending machine is on the second floor so..."

"Thank you, Inoue."

Ichigo smiled; she just wore her normal clothes without any makeup, but even so her beauty illuminated the whole hall, making her surroundings brighten and full of light. Ichigo shook his head and finished the drink. She was the enemy. She was the enemy. She was just acting. She was not as innocent as she looked. That was it. He should not be confused by her false kindness and artificial beauty.

Playing her fingers nervously around the handle of the bento, Orihime asked Ichigo shyly,

"Kurosaki-kun, can we go to his office now?"

She must care a lot about her husband. He sighed; no matter how much he hated it, he could not help but to feel jealous of her husband again.

"Sure. Let's go, Inoue.

Orihime's hand trembled as she turned the key and opened the door. The scene in front of her made her heart shatter into pieces. It hurt before. But now when she had to witness it, it was like a thousand knives stabbing into her heart at the same time. She collapsed. There was a strong arm wrapping around her body. Tears welled on her eyes. She wished she could be in those arms forever, be safe and protected.

XxXxXx

What the hell? He knew that the wife was weird and moody and hard to deal with, but what was up with the husband to do that kind of thing in his own office and during the day, of all times. His lover, a young pale woman, still sat on his lap, naked and moaned like it was the end of the world. Yeah, maybe it was the end of the world to the poor woman who was in his arms now. She was so light. Judging from her appearance, with all of her generous assets, he could never imagine her to be this light, and weak, and vulnerable.

Hey, one minute had passed; at least say or do something, jerk; or was he supposed to hold his wife until he finished the deed; that was if he still had the mood to finish his deed. Bastard. Maybe the said bastard didn't even realize that his wife had entered the room.

Tears covered her eyes, Orihime called out in her weak cracked voice:

"Sousuke."

The wife was so stupid, at least call out in a louder voice if she didn't want to crash right into their faces and make a big fight. No one could hear her whisper.

XxXxXx

Aizen opened his eyes; he heard someone called out his name, in a far faraway distance. But he was sure he heard it. Calling his name in such a gently voice; there was no mistake about it, it must be her. She was the only one who could call him with such a voice. She was the only one he allowed to call him by his name; the only one he wanted to hear his name from. How he had missed her, and now he began to imagine her voice. He needed to go home and meet her again otherwise he would really go crazy. However, as he slowly recovered from the pleasure flowing through his whole body, he felt something off. He could feel her presence like he always did. Why didn't he feel her presence sooner? He pushed the filthy woman away, buttoned his shirt and rush out to face his worst nightmare.

He took her away from the young man and held her tightly in his arms. She tumbled into his body, broken and lifeless; her form was so fragile that he was afraid that one small touch and she could be slashed into pieces.

"Sousuke."

Her voice; he never felt something that sad and hurtful in her voice before. He held her tighter, whispered into her ears, telling her sweet nothing, hoping that he could lessen the pain somehow. He kissed the top of her head, which only made her sobbing become heavier and more uncontrolled.

XxXxXx

Loly clenched her fist. Who the hell was that woman? How could she get into the office? Why was Aizen-sama being that gentle with her? He never ever showed such genuine gentleness with anyone, even in his greatest mood. Worse, did she just call out his name? Aizen had strictly forbidden his lovers to call him by his first name. Those who were stupid enough to disobey his order had received worse punishments than death itself. Even her, his most favorite lover now; one of the rare ones who could go into his office and whom he had kept beside him for other needs, had never had the fortune to call his name. But he seemed to not mind this woman calling his name one bit. On the contrary, there was happiness and softness in his eyes while the woman whispered his name.

"Aizen-sama, what"

Aizen sent her a warning glare, full of anger and intimidation, filling the room with his rage and ferocious waves of killing intent. Her body trembled under his power, feeling her life linger around his fingers. Just a small flick and her existence could be dissolved into nothingness. How insignificant she was under his presence, but ironically the more intimidating, the more fatal he was, the more she was drawn to him, the more she was downed in his charm, unable to get out, unable to fight for her own life.

She passed the couple, irritated on how compatible they looked together. The despicable woman, although shaking pathetically in his arms, looking weak and vulnerable, was no doubt one the most beautiful creatures she had ever met, only after her god; the only god, the only meaning of her life. Tons of beautiful women had thrown themselves into Aizen-sama's arms, but none had half the beauty of the trembling insecure woman in his arms now. It was not just her angelic face or goddess-like body but also the aura around her. If Aizen-sama gave out the cold, heartless, intimidating air that threatened to tear off anyone who dared to go against him, then the woman gave out the warm, loving, gentle air that could heal any broken heart around her presence. Even the fear and anger Loly had felt before wore off and left her stunned under a new spell, of admiration blended with jealousy. How could an angel like that woman be near the most wicked evil of all time? It was beyond her comprehension. But one thing she did know was that she did not like it one bit.

Before she closed the door, she took one last glance toward the woman. She had fainted from the overwhelming emotion; Aizen still held her tightly and called out her name in panic.

"Orihime. Orihime."

So her name was Orihime; Loly smirked. This place didn't need any light. There was no need for an angel. Her god should remain to rule over the darkness. Nearing an angel would only taint his image, diluting his godlike power. This woman should be taken care of properly. She would make sure of that. She smirked again. Her job after all, was to dispose of the unnecessary trash, to clear off the path for her god on his way to dominate this whole world, making it the place for people like him and her only. That was right, people that were from a different world could never understand her god. She was the only one who could understand him. Angel, where you came from was full of light; you should remain there, you should have never stepped out of your territory and entered into a world where you did not belong. Because, she smirked yet again, the closer you were near to the darkness, the faster you were on your way to heaven; where you truly belonged.

XxXxXx

Orihime opened her eyes; her body was still numbed under the shock. As she stirred around, she realized she was in the arms of her husband, on their bed and in their bedroom. She nuzzled her head into his chest, inhaled his scent one last time, memorizing it deep into her heart one last time. Tears fell again. She swept her tears away hastily but could not stop her sobbing.

She felt a pair of arms wrapping around her waist, whispering sweetness into her ears:

"Orihime, I'm sorry."

He turned her head around to face him, gently kissing her neck, brushing his lips on hers.

"I love you. You know that". He cupped her face and forced her to look straight into his eyes. Still those sincere looks in his eyes, looks full of love and resentment, but this time it could no longer move her heart.

She cupped his face and gently kissed his forehead,

"I love you, too, Sousuke. That is why I think it is for the best that we take a break."

Aizen's heart skipped a beat. He could not believe his ears. Orihime, his Orihime would never say something like that. She would never do that to him. She would never leave him. He could not lose her, not now, not after all that he did for her. He griped her wrists, his voice became anger and anger,

"You cannot leave me now. Not all what we have gone through. Do you know how much I love you? Do you know what have I gone through to be with you?"

He pinned her to the bed and began to kiss her forcefully.

"What are you doing, Sousuke?" Her broken voice mixed with her uncontrollable sob as she murmured, "Is this how you show me your love?"

As he loosened his grips, she grabbed his shirt and continued to weep on his chest.

"I love you too, Sousuke, that's why I cannot continue this. If I loved you any less than I do right now, I could forgive you and think as if nothing has happened. But just now, when I witnessed what you did in your office, I realized that I even loved you more than I thought I did. This pain..."

Her trembling hand gripped her shirt, "The more I love you, the more it pains my heart."

Aizen held her close to his body, gently swept her tears away with his delicate fingers. He kissed her softly on her cheek.

"I'm sorry Orihime. I promise you, I'll never see another woman again." His forehead touched hers. "You are the only one I have in my eyes, always, always, there is no one who could replace you in my heart. There is no place for another woman."

He paused before he continued.

"I meet other women because you have been cold to me." He held her hands in his, "I just try to find the old you in those women..."

He stopped as she placed her fingers on his lips; she looked at him ferociously.

"Don't try to blame me. You know why I have been cold to you. And it happened before.." She tightened her grip, "It had happened before I was cold to you..."

"Orihime, how many times do I have to tell you that I didn't do anything with Momo Hinamori. Nothing happened between us, I swear..."

"Don't swear when you don't mean it." Her voice suddenly became angrier, "Now you begin to lie to me. You never lied to me before Sousuke. You evaded my questions, yes, but you never lied to me. I guess lying has became such habit that now you begin to do it with me."

She stood up, turned on the light and looked at him again; this time her eyes were more fierce and full of anger

"What really pained me most was not your relationship with Hinamori-san but how you took advantage of her."

"Stop it." Aizen also stood up and sent her an intimidating glare, the one that had always worked beautifully against his subordinates and the lowly creatures before him, but surprisingly, it didn't work one bit against her, "Why do you always have to bring her out?". He pinned her on the wall. "Why do you always have to lecture me about morals and ethic?" He tightened his grips, making her wrists swollen by the harsh pressure. "Why don't you try to understand me more?" He pressed her body harder on the wall. "You knew who I was before we were together... Why did you accept me before although you knew full well my nature? Why can't you accept me now?" He crashed his lips on her forcefully, "Why make me insanely in love with you and then abandon me?"

"Don't talk about love with me. You are no longer in love with me."

He laughed sarcastically.

"I am not in love with you."

He laughed again and released her,

"Just because I screw up with some girls you now conclude that I don't love you. I don't want to say this but the reason I ended up with Momo is because of you. You told me to be nicer with people around me, to treat them with genuine care and goodness. So I had foolishly followed your advices, and look what happened- she ended up in my bed. You are the one who is responsible for her death the most. You are the seed of her destruction. All that I have done, all of those things you call immoral and unethical are all because of you. I became what I am today is because of you, because of my foolish love for you. Your sin is not any less than mine."

Aizen stopped, watching Orihime's response. He hated to do this; he hated to change her, but he had to do it now to keep her. He could not lose her. No matter what she would become, as long as she was his, it would be fine.

Orihime collapsed on the floor. She covered her face to keep the sobbing from getting out of control.

Aizen knelt down to her, gently removed her hands and cupped her face again.

"You are no different from me. You know that deep in your heart, there is darkness that no light could reach, if not why did you end up with me? I am the only one who could accept the real you. Take off your mask of kindness and be true to yourself."

He kissed her again, slow and gently, giving her time to digest his poisonous words. He brought her up and gently placed her on the bed. As he kissed her neck, touching her stilled body, Orihime placed her hands against his chest.

"Why do you have to make it hard for me to accept you again? How can I love you the way I did before when you treat me like your other subjects, playing with my soul? What do you want from me? Just this empty body or my love? The way you treat me now make it easier to for me to dilute my love for you completely. Do you want that Sousuke? Do you want our love to disappear like that?"

Aizen threw his body on the bed; he sighed.

"I don't know what to do any more. When it involves you, I am completely hopeless and useless. Why don't you give me a second chance? Please give me another chance to repair this. I cannot lose you. You are the only one I have in this world."

He turned his head and caressed her face.

"We have gone through a lot, and we have proved that our love is stronger than anything else. Ten years, Orihime. We have been together for ten years and now you say that you don't want to be with me anymore. Was our ten years love just worth throwing away that way?"

"Where is your ring? Why don't you tell people that you have a wife, that I am your wife?"

Aizen tremblingly brushed his lips against hers, he whispered, "Because I want to protect you."

"From what, Sousuke?"

"I told you before, I have a lot of enemies now. The less they know about my private life; the less they know about my wea..., keeping you as a secret helps to protect you from any unwanted danger."

Orihime laughed softly.

"It seems like I could only live in the shadows with you, always being your little secret. It seems like our relationship was only meant to be that way, hidden and in the dark. Sousuke, I never ask you to do anything for me. All I need is a normal life with the love of my life, simple and free of troubles. Maybe I was wrong after all. Maybe we were not meant to be right from the beginning and even now. The deeper we are in this relationship, the worse."

Aizen stood up and packed his clothes. He turned to her sadly before he left,

"I'll give you some time to think about us, but I will never give you up. I'll never let you go. I love you. I am the only one who cares for you. You should remember that well."

Her eyes were too heavy to follow his figure. All she could see was sorrow and despair. She closed her eyes. He left; he really left. Would tomorrow be a brighter day?


A/N: It's so embarrassing to say this, but since Beta-san has this question, maybe many will have it too:

Aizen is rich and evil and smart, so definitely he will use condom as well as other protection against any kind of disease every time he gets intimate with his women. He even gets all of the women that he is going to get intimate with a throughout health check so that there will be near zero chance for him and his wife to catch any kind of disease. *exhale* And I didn't mention the condom in the story because it would break the mood I tried to create. So, don't worry anyone, our Orihime will be in perfect health and have 100% chance to reproduce. *cry and run to a corner* Hic hic hic hic *cover my face* I can't believe I actually said that. So embarrassing.

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