Okay, for the last time, I AM NOT BASHING ICHIGO OR TRYING TO RUIN HIS CHARACTER OR MAKE ICHIHIME FANS ANGRY AND I AM NOT A TROLL!.

Now that that's out, I no longer care what rude people has to say about this. I will see this story through to the end and that it that.

Thank you all for those of you who have been very kind. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Okay, so there was like this huge mistake like, no one captured on this chapter. I fixed it. When I read it i like busted out laughing. Seriously, no one commented on it, at all!

Okay, Enjoy you crazy kids.


Tokyo Spring 2013

"Oh Ichigo-kun, I'm so glad to see you! I didn't think that I would-"

"Rukia…we need to talk."

Her excitement deflates.

She already knew what was coming before he even said it.

"I can't do this anymore…with you…" he looks her in her large violet eyes.

They widen as she took in his words.

She wants to scream at him.

To hit him.

She wants to beg him to stay…to not leave her.

But she has too much pride for any of that.

"Why?" she asks. But she already knows the answer.

"It's my wife. You were right all along." His brown eyes look sad and remorseful.

She can't take it.

She turns away from him, looking out the kitchen window, squeezing her eyes shut and bracing herself.

"What about Kumiko?" her voice wavers slightly.

"Nothing will change. She is my daughter and I still love her very much. Nothing will change; I will still see her every day."

"Oh…just not me…"

"Rukia…"

A lone tear slides down her cheek.

Her heart is breaking.

During those weeks when he began to act strange the cracks had formed.

But now, they have fully splintered and her heart was broken.

"She won't take you back because of this…you know…we've done too much to her for either of us to be forgiven."

"I don't want forgiveness. I just want her."

She feels as though her heart is suffocating.

Her head is spinning.

She understood that what she was doing was wrong from the start, but for this to actually be over.

For him to actually say those words to her…

It's more than she can bear.

"Get out."

"Rukia…"

"GET OUT!...NOW!" she screams. Not bothering to turn around.

He stands there for a few minutes, wanting to go to her…to hold her.

This was entirely his fault.

Everything was his fault.

He destroys everything he touches.

He hurts everyone he came in contact with.

He is destructive.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes as he leaves.

She waits for a few minutes, trying to keep herself together.

She is unable to.

She breaks down.


3 days later.

"Oh it's so good to see you onee-chan! You're looking well!" Orihime exclaims happily as she hugs the dark haired girl tightly. "It's been months! Look at you! You hair has gotten so long! I remember when we were kids you said that you would never grow your hair out, but look at you now, it's down to your back!" she rambles.

Ulquiorra comes from behind her, stopping short when he sees the girl.

She smiles shyly at him, giving him a small wave. "Ohayo, Aoi-kun. "

He gives the girl a similar smile and greets her.

"Well come in, come in! I have so much to tell you!" Orihime exclaims.

"Oh really?" the girl asks, stepping in the through the door.

Orihime leads the girl in through the house until they made it to the living room.

They sit down, and Orihime tosses her long Orange hair over her shoulder, a bright smile stretching across her face.

"I'm pregnant!" she squeals.

The girl's eyes widens as she quickly looks to Ulquiorra. He looks away…ashamed.

She brings her attention back to Orihime, trying to force a smile on her face.

"Oh onee-chan, that's wonderful…I'm…I'm really happy for you…" the girl looks back to Ulquiorra who is gauging her reaction. "I'm really happy…for both of you…"


"Kurosaki-san, that was great! You were really perfect!" the director tells her. She gives him a deep bow.

"Arigato, it is all thanks to Ulquiorra-san that I was this good."

"Yeah, where is he? I wanted to congratulate him."

"I believe that he went outside for a break."

"Arigato Kurosaki-san. Oi! Kaname-kun! Go help Akiko bring in the rest of furniture for the next scene! I don't care if…" he walks off, leaving Orihime in her seat as her makeup is touched up and her hair redone.

"Calling Kurosaki Orihime to the set. Calling Kurosaki Orihime to the set."

"Oh Kami," Orihime breathes, closing her eyes tightly.

What was he doing here?

"Kurosaki-san, I think your husband is here~" the hairdressers giggles.

"Oh my!" they gasps as Ichigo comes into the studio on a white horse, dressed as an Arabian prince. Belly dancers and acrobats and an assortment of carnival performers flew into the studio with a great production.

Orihime's eyes widens considerably as she takes this all in.

Music fills the room, as flower petals and confetti is tossed about.

People cheer and gasp in awe.

Orihime is truly stunned.

He's only done something this strangely extravagant once before and that was when he proposed.

The only reason why it had been so extravagant was because his father had planned it all out.

She wonders if Isshin is in on this as well.

"Orihime…I'm sorry for the way that I've treated you…I don't expect for you to forgive, not now, possibly not ever. But just so you know, I plan on doing stuff like this," he sweeps his hand out around him, gesturing to the dancers, acrobats, flaming batons jugglers and an large assortment of circus acts. "I'm planning on doing things like this, until you agree not to leave me." He smiles at her.

She is angry.

That is it.

"Ichigo, leave now!" she yells at him.

"I would, if and only if you give me a kiss!" he smiles devilishly.

Her eyes narrows.

Everyone around her starts chanting.

"KISS, KISS, KISS!"

His smirk grows with every chant.

She growls, throwing her hands up in the air and hopping down from her chair.

She stalks over to his horse, standing in front of it, her arms folded across her chest.

"Ichigo, why are you doing this?"

"Orihime, I know I made a huge mess of things, but I can change-"

"Can you change the past?" she asks shortly.

"What? No, sorry. But if I could I would-"

"What? You would what Ichigo? Make it so that you never broke my heart? Make it so that we never tried to have kids? Make it so that you've never cheated on me? What?"

He climbs down from his horse, his face morose.

"Orihime, please. I-"

"Ichigo, if you could go back and change time, make it so that I've never wasted a second of my time on you. If you want a kiss, then go kiss Rukia. I'm done with you."

She turns, stalking off, anger coating her entire body.

The entire studio has become pen drop silent as they listen to the broken couple fight.

"I broke it off with her," he calls to her. She stops mid stride, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She breathes heavily, her head swarming and her teeth clenched tightly. "I…I couldn't do it anymore. I swear, there is only you."

"It should have been only me to begin with Ichigo." Slowly she turns to face him, tears welled in the corners of her eyes, yet she did her best not to let them fall. "I should have been enough Ichigo. Why wasn't I enough for you?"

He moves a few steps closer to her.

It's as if everyone in the room wasn't there.

As if it was only them two.

"Orihime…you were enough, you are enough. I was just being selfish and stupid."

"NO Ichigo. NO. It's too late to change now. Did you think that she was the only reason? You have a child with her, a child! You're going to forever be tied to her now. I'm going to forever be reminded of what I lost!"

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

"Ichigo, you can't just go around breaking people's heart whenever you want. We are human beings, we have feelings. Unlike you whom I'm just going to assume you is some type of horrible monster. Just because you broke up with her, it doesn't change what you've done to me. You've made me feel like I was less than a person!" Her voce breaks.

He moves closer.

"Orihime…I'm sorry."

"Will you please, STOP…APOLOGIZING! I can't stand to hear your apologizing! It's insincere and it's disgusting of you to do! I will never forgive you and I don't want you to apologize to me." Her breath hitches and she covers her mouth.

He moves closers, but he is stopped when she places a hand out stop him, shaking her head.

"Ichigo…please just leave me alone…don't make this harder than it already is," she pleads him.

She turns on her heel and walks out of the studio, wiping her face.

Leaving him with a broken heart and a heavy conscious.


BrOkEn


Tokyo Winter 2008

Ichigo is drunk.

He's like, extremely drunk.

But he had every reason to be drunk.

His wife hateshim.

She hardly ever spoke to him now.

She stays cooped up in their room, crying all of the time.

No matter what he does, he can't seem to fight her tears for her.

She won't let him.

He's not use to trying so hard to make someone feel better.

Especailly someone he loves.

And he loves her so much.

All he wants is to make her feel better.

But she won't be near him.

So he guess that she doesn't need him.

If she doesn't need him, then he doesn't need her.

He's going to drink and drink until he doesn't feel anything for her anymore.

He's tired of being in a constant state of worry and pain.

Work doesn't drown out her cries.

He tries working so hard that his mind is numb.

It sometimes work, but even then work ends.

He can't go home and face her anymore.

Face her guilt.

Face his guilt.

Face her sadness.

Face his depression.

He just wants her to be happy again.

But she doesn't want to be happy with him.

She talks to Tatsuki.

She listens to Tatsuki.

She cries to Tatsuki.

Tatsuki. Tatsuki. Tatsuki.

He fucking hates Tatsuki.

If she loves her so much then why didn't she marry Tatsuki instead of him?

He's drunk and irrational.

But he's also hurt and he feels inadequate when compared to Tatsuki.

Why won't she talk to him?

Did the baby really mean more to her than him?

Is that all she wanted from him? A child?

Did why did she capture him with her tatalizing skin and eyes.

Her perky eyes and breasts.

Her gentle soul and kindness?

Was that all some act just to get his sperm? If so than she should become an actress instead of a model, because he was completely fooled.

But he's going to drink until he no longer remembers who he is, that way he can run away from all of that pain.

"Ohayo Kurosaki-san…" a gentle voice tells him.

He looks to the source, his head swimming in molasses.

Although his vision is blurry, he can tell that this woman works for him.

Lukia he thinks her name is.

"Yo…" he responds, nodding at her. The actions causes him to become unsteady on the barstool.

"You don't look to well, is everything okay?"

He looks at her with his glazed over eyes.

A terrible idea comes to his drunken mind.

It's half formed and alcohol soaked.

He's sure that he will not remember it the morning.

That is, if he's still alive. He has drunk enough to kill a medium sized animal.

He covers up his scars and buries his thoughts to some dark recess of his mind.

He allows himself to succumb to pain and allow the darker part of him to take over.


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