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I hope that the wait wasn't too long. But you don't have to worry because here is the new addition to Chances and Opportunities!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach for peace sakes!! Get that through your mind already!


Recap:

The smile that Orihime sent on Ishida's way was nothing short of blinding happiness.

"Oh! Thank you Uryuu-san!" She threw herself onto him and hugged him as if life depended on it.

Poor Ishida didn't see it coming.

"Uff!"

Lilinette hurried past the others, making it toward a empty passage, one leading to Gin's quarters. Time get the info. But she stopped briefly, her mind bringing up a simple promise made by none other than him.

"We are not going to be separated, not even by death, never. I promise"


Orihime was feeling elated, skipping down the street. Nothing could get her out of her good mood. Not even the soreness and pain that covered almost every inch of her entire body could. She was sore all over, but, she was glad. Ishida had helped her train this morning, and that training session extended itself all the way to the afternoon.

Her mood had brightened considerably since then; she couldn't wait to make her meetings/training sessions with Ishida a routine.

Orihime walked silently, making her way over to one of her favorite coffee shops, she was in the mood for some treats and hot chocolate. As soon as the smell of all the desserts and the air conditioning hit her face and body, she let out a small squeal of happiness. She hurried over to the counter and ordered.

After she got her hot chocolate and cupcakes, she sat down in a little table far off on the back. She let out a sigh of relief as she sat down, she was sure that tomorrow she wouldn't be able to walk properly.

She took a small bite of her cupcake as she finally made herself comfortable on her seat. Her thought's wandering through the corridors of her mind. And they unsurprisingly stumbled, across one of her most recent strange encounters.

Her mood once again, if it was even possible, gained yet another level of bliss. Her day's started to go from good, to great, to amazing, ever since she met him. A gentle giggle broke through her lips as a soft crimson coloring covered her cheeks.

No matter how hard Orihime tried to deny it, she couldn't help but think that the stranger had been one of the most handsome men she had ever seen in her life. The sharp angles of his face made him seem dangerous and mysterious at the same time. His eyes seemed to bore straight through you, trying to unlock all of your secrets with just his penetrating gaze. She shivered at the thought, her face taking on a deeper flush. And let's not forget that body. Orihime was sure that if her face wasn't completely beet red before, it was without a doubt now.

' Bad Orihime! Don't think like that! You barely know the guy. I know his tight clothes let nothing for the imagination…but still!'

Orihime hid her face in her hands; she should really stop thinking about that. But that wasn't the only thing that attracted her to him. That was just the start.

Orihime shook those thoughts out of her head; instead, she turned her attention back to her neglected food.


Stark was jumping from roof to roof, waiting for night to fall so he could call Lilinette again.

He was relatively in a good mood, but the only thing that ruined it was a constant barrage of thoughts centered around one Inoue Orihime.

Stark didn't understand just why; was the human girl popping into his thoughts this frequently. And another good question would be why did he pay any attention to her, and it was more than the usual curiosity. He scoffed, why couldn't he just dispose of his thoughts? It wasn't very hard, but the thing was that she just kept coming back no matter how he got rid of her.

He spotted something orange from the corner of his eye. His eyes unconsciously focused on that spot in that direction. But he didn't stop to run, in fact, he increased his pace even more.

His eyes focused on the person; but it turned to be somebody else. He grimaced, that woman was going to be his undoing if things keep going on like this. He started to run again.

He just hoped that Lilinette didn't come to him with the name Inoue Orihime. He was certain he was going to go to hell if she did.

Once he slowed down to a more reasonable pace, he sat down on the ledge of a nearby roof, his feet hanging off the edge, looking for something to entertain himself with. But instead he leaned back and laid down on the roof, placing his hands behind his head.

He wanted nothing but to clear his mind of everything, he closed his eyes and relaxed his muscles. Time for a well deserved nap.

But as always, things just don't go Stark's way.

As he was finally heading over to the other side of dream land, he heard a voice. A very familiar one to say the least.

"Stark-san?"

Stark groaned, why couldn't people understand that he wanted to sleep? He didn't ask for anything else but some well deserved nap time. And how in the hell did she see him way up here? Stark looked down and noticed his feet. 'Oh…' His feet were hanging off the edge and could be clearly seen. (Only by those who could anyway)

Stark sighed and straightened, he might as well talk to her; it could alleviate his boredom, and God knew how much he needed it.

Even though he was acting as if he didn't even want anything to do with her, he knew that wasn't exactly the case, earlier that day, everything he saw that resembled the color orange, drew his undivided attention.

He stood up and leaned over the edge of the roof, looking down below to the busy street full of pedestrians, and even though the place was crawling with humans he managed to find that bright beacon of carrot hair.

Her face was the epitome of pure joy, a smile of unadulterated glee was directed his way. Her shinning gray eyes were wide open, glistening in the sun, showing a barrage of emotions, and her hair framing her face delicately. And even though she looked as if she had been dragged through the mud(which was not far off from the truth) she looked breathtaking to him. So much that Stark wasn't expecting the sharp intake of breath.

'Just what the heck was that?' His face contorted in frustration, nothing was supposed to be unknown to him, he had complete control over himself, he was not going to let one human girl ruin everything he worked so hard to accomplish, like the complete reign he had over his mind and body; which was going straight to hell at this moment.

He tried to glare at her, blaming her for his slight loss of control. But he just couldn't, she was in too good of a mood to be brought down like that. He sighed; since when was he ever this soft? The answer was since he got Lilinette. The kid changed him almost completely.

He gave up on trying to blame her and jumped gently down next to her, no need to make her scream to be able to talk to him, not to mention that also people were going to start staring if they saw her babbling to thin air.

When he straightened up, he nodded at her in greeting, but made a shushing sound when he saw she was about to speak, he also motioned for her to follow him, they would need a secluded place to be able to talk to each other without interruptions. She nodded also, seeming to understand his silent statement.

Stark was a bit surprised that she followed him without question, that was foolish of her part; but it meant that she trusted him, something that he didn't know if it was as useful as he thought it would be. He shrugged, no use thinking about it now.

He walked ahead of her, leading them through a series of empty alleys. He stopped when he no longer felt overwhelmed by the loud and boisterous busy street.

He turned to face her, she was inspecting her surroundings, but when she noticed he was looking at her she waved and greeted him.

"Ohayo Stark-san!" She let out a giggle at the end.

He nodded in response. Stark was debating on what to ask her but before he could she beat him to it.

"What were you doing up on the roof Stark-san?" She tilted her head slightly in question, waiting for his answer.

"Sleeping. 'Or at least trying to.' "

"Oh…I woke you up didn't I?" Her nervous laughter rang out in the small alley. A sweat drop forming on the side of her forehead.

"Yes." Short and to the point.

"Hehe…" Orihime opened her eyes and glanced at him nervously, but her eyes widened, she blinked.

Orihime walked closer to him and blinked yet again. She repeated the process again and again until she was at least only two feet away from him. Stark raised his eyebrow in question but she ignored that for her new discovery. Her eyes were focused on his neck, more particularly, on his mask fragment.

He chuckled at her amazed and curious expression. He let her continue with her investigation, no harm there.

He was going to regret that not even 5 seconds after.

"That's so cool! Let me see it!"

Orihime made one of the biggest mistakes in espada history.

Never.

I repeat. NEVER.

Try to pull an espada's mask off.

"YEAUCH!!"

"KYAAAA!"


Haha! I loved writting this chapter! XD I hope you liked it!

Poitive constructed criticism loved! :D

Ja ne!