The next chappie...I am a little disapointed. I wanted to make it a lot more funny, but it ended up a little sad and dramatic. Sorry. This chapter should be more funny. I am working on a Truth and Dare Bleach versions. Two. One will be a captains Truth or Dare and the other is a school version, with like Ichigo and Asano etc. I am trying to manage school and everything. I am real sorry. Well...here's the next part in my 'Trapped' series. I make it sound like a series a book...I also want suggestions! Anyone with a suggestions to a story? Just asking. Bored.

who's going to do the disclaimer(sorry I left it out, either that or I did this on another story)? Uh...how about Shirou-chan?

Hitsugaya- who says I want to? AND IT'S CAPTAIN HITSUGAYA!!!

Ayasagawa- why him? He's not beautiful!

Histugaya- wha? You don't think I can do it? Fine I will! Sheepsama13 does not own Bleach...there!

Me- you guys are so boring. I had Ryuuken do it on another story and I had an idea to make Shirou-chan do the disclaimer...

Hitsugaya- CAPTAIN HITSUGAYA!!!!

Tada!!!

Orihime heard the sound of thunder as Ruuken Ishida walked down the hall. She felt herself jump as the loud noise ran through her body. She continued after him, afraid to admit that she was scared of thunderstorms. Her eyes scanned the walls, feeling like something was missing. Maybe it was a mirror or a plant. Finally the though ran through her mind. No pictures. The halls were bare with not a trace of a smile. Orihime's body was overcome by the feeling of foreboding and sadness. As if, time had stopped on a sad, rainy day such as this, and nothing wished to revive it. Even Uryuu's room was dusty and still held the air of abandonment, like one day he had stepped out and never came back.

She followed Ryuuken down a long a spiral staircase until her feet hit a brown marble floor. Her reflection was glowing on it, and right then and there she wished she had a long, beautiful dress, spinning around and around. She would feel like a queen. She had a hard time believing Uryuu grew up in such a gorgeous house. As she thought of this though, she remembered how smart he was and his attitude, his manner with his high upbringing attitude. She smiled and gave a slight smile. "This way, Miss." Orihime looked up to an older lady in a apron. She had a small smile and her hand was waving down another hall. "Keep going down that way and you'll reach the kitchen. Don't worry though, Master Uryuu is a great cook. Had a good teacher. I remember when he was only this tall." The woman showed her hand at around her knees. "The little one walking around with encyclopedias bigger than him." The woman laughed and walked down another hallway. Orihime bowed after her.

"Thank you." Orihime called after her. She reached the end of the hall, directed by the nice woman, in no later than one minute. It seemed forever, passing by multiple windows that held drops as if tears. She wondered what he was making as she continued down the hall.

(( Have you ever listened to the japanese voice actor of Ishida sing? He's really good. Look up Noriaki Sugiyama on Youtube or whatver. They have a nice beat to them, in fact I am listening to one right now. It's called 'Suigintou no Yoru'. It's cool. Another one I like is 'Aesthetics and Identity' sang by Ichigo and Ishida's jap. voice actors. It's awesome. Along with 'Quincy no Himori ni Kakete'.))

When Orihime reached the kitchen she smelt a wonderful smell. A mix of miso and fish filled the air and she saw Uryuu standing over a pot in the kitchen. She gave a hidden smile, thinking she was the only one who could see it. In fact, Ryuuken, who was in the dark corner saw it perfectly. Orihime looked around the big table. It was a marble white with beautiful blue streaks down the legs. In the center was a cross that shimmered in the light of the chandalier that hung over it.

"Why don't you look around while dinner's cooking?" Orihime glanced at Uryuu who was still hung onto the food. She nodded and headed out, wondering why she walked all that way just to look around. She was happy to get out of that atmosphere. Something was in the air...hatred and sadness. Something in their lives that Ryuuken and Uryuu refused to talk about. Orihime headed back upstairs to a deserted hallway with tapatries that lined the walls in a potrait of beauty. The red carpet gave the ceiling and windows a dark and elegant look. A door at the end of the hallway seemed to call to Orihime and she headed towards it. She opened it to find a splender of treasures. Things were covered and what seemed like, abandoned. Orihime caught a glimpse of a big bed under the sheets and curtains that were pulled shut. Everything was left in place as if someone had left the room for a moment. Brushes and cosmetics sat on a vanity, pulled out and left on the surface.

Orihime took a step forward, almost in the room, when a voice stopped her. "That used to be the Mrs. and Mr's. room." Orihime swung around to the lady that had helped her earlier. Instead this time she had a sad face. "After she died, Master Ryuuken refused to go in there and sleep. He was so devestated that he even rejected his own son." She gave a sniffle.

"What happened?" Orihime said in a quiet tone and voice. The last time she smiled, she felt Ryuuken's presence. She knew this was his house, who knows how many times he had snuck around the house in dark corners spying.

The woman cleared her throat. "One day she started coughing. That was the day that Soken came to pick up Uryuu for a day out or something. I remember it so well...Master Uryuu was so excited, he didn't realize that his mother at that point was dying. It only took four months untill she died from a cancer." The woman was still in a state of disbielief. "She was so young." Orihime couldn't take anymore. She needed to go in a bathroom and cry. She just needed to go. Orihime bowed to the lady and ran down the hall looking for a bathroom. She continued to run down the hall until she heard a voice. It was quiet, but loud enough to hear.

"Yeah, she's a wonderful girl...but..." Orhime listened to the voice on the other side of the door. "I know..." Uryuu. It was Uryuu. It was like he was talking to air, because no other voice but his was there. Was it another Quincy thing? Or maybe it was a Ishida thing? Or...maybe he was just crazy...

"Uryuu?" Orihime said without thinking. His voice just escaped her lips without even knowing why. In a second the door opened. Uryuu stood over Orihime in a state of confusion. He pushed up his glasses and locked the door behind him, almost about to close it. They were so close. They were in a nose lengths away. Orihime leaned in a little closer and was closer than ever. Uryuu leaned in a little as well, at this point he felt her breath on his skin. Orihime was so close...she leaned in a bit more. As Orihime and Uryuu's lips were about to meet, a tapping of feet came to the hallway and stopped.

"What's this?" Orihime and Ishida turned to Ryuuken, stepping out of the shadows. Orihime and Uryuu stepped wrong and ended up falling through the door. Uryuu reached over Orihime and tried grabbing the handle, pulling it closer to him. The door shut and Uryuu and Orihime landed in a clumpsy lump. Her head was on his shoulder and she sat up quickly. Around the room was anice bed and tapatries and cutains of a blue. The walls were pure white. It reminded Orihime of Uryuu's Quincy outfit he wore in Soul Society.

Uryuu also sat up and ran to the door. And like he thought...it was locked. That was the second time in a row that he locked them. But really it was Ryuuken and Orihime's fault. If she wouldn't have tried to kiss him...

((AN: Has anyone ever heard of Noir? It has a song that I found called 'Melody'. I am like obessed with it now.))

That was a short chappie, but I wanted it finished before I left for a few days on a trip. Enjoy this for a few days till I come back...Bye!