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Tokyo Spring 2013
"No, I'm not going anywhere!"
"Ichigo please! You're making a scene." Orihime looks around, her grey eyes wide and pleading.
"No Orihime, not until you agree to make this work, not until you admit that you still love me!" Ichigo seethes.
"Ichigo please, just go away. I'll contact you when my lawyer finishes with the divorce papers." She turns from him, walking up the steps of Ulquiorra's home.
Tatsuki comes from the house, anger plastered on her face.
"Get the FUCK AWAY FROM HERE YOU ASSHOLE!" she screams at him.
"Orihime, please, just come home and we'll talk about it."
"Ichigo there isn't anything to talk about. We're getting a divorce; we're breaking up, end of story."
"So are you really going to leave me? For him!" Ichigo shouts, pointing at Ulquiorra who is standing in his doorway, his hands in his pockets, staring Ichigo down.
"Ichigo I'm not leaving you for anyone! You already left me for Rukia! Or did you somehow forget that!"
"I know…and I'm-"
She gives him a glare that could freeze over hell.
"I'm…please, Hime, just come home."
"Her home is not with you, you adulterous, cheating, shitfaced, clown haired, chicken shit, son of a bastard, two timing bitch!" Tatsuki roared at him.
"Oi! I'm not talking to you Arisawa so stay out of this! This is between me and my wife!"
"Since when did you start treating her as your wife?! Do you know how much of her life she has wasted crying over you?!"
"Please! For once in your life could you not interfere with our marriage? I swear she was more married to you than she was to me!"
"If she was married to me, at least she wouldn't have to cry every single day and be alone!"
"I don't see how she was ever alone, she always had you there to fix her and talk shit!"
"PLEASE STOP IT!" Orihime screams.
Ichigo and Tatsuki stops arguing with each other and looks at the tear streaked beauty.
"Ichigo, yes I still love you, okay?! Yes I do. I love you with every single thing I have inside of me and it kills me. It literally kills me inside every time that I see you." She's pacing, her hands moving around wildly. "You have hurt me so many times…so much pain I have been in because of you!"
She marches to him and stares in his eyes.
"Do you know how that feels? Do you understand how confused I am? To love someone so much after they've caused you so much pain and suffering? Could you not see that how your very presence is affecting me?"
He looks at her, his brown eyes sad and pained.
He wants to wrap her in his arms.
He wants to take all of her pain away.
He wants everything to be simple again.
"So yes Ichigo, I do still love you…but I don't want to. There…are you satisfied now?"
She buries her face in her hands.
Tatsuki comes and wraps her arms around Orihime, leading her back into the house, shooting death glares at Ichigo.
Ulquiorra watches as Orihime and Tatsuki walks into his house.
He shoots one last glance at Ichigo before following them.
Ichigo watches as Orihime disappears inside the home in tears.
If only she knew how much he truly understood what she was going through.
How similar their pain was.
And how very far from satisfied he actually was.
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"ICHIGO!"
Isshin manages to kick his son very hard in his chest, out of his chair and onto the floor.
"What the hell is this?!" he shouts at the fallen man, pointing to the paper in his hand.
"What?" Ichigo asks groaning as he sits up.
Isshin throws the paper at Ichigo. "You've been cheating?!" he yells.
Ichigo grabs the paper and sees that his white horse stunt was the front page cover story.
He guesses that that is what happens when you try to make a public apology.
"Oh…no…" he murmurs.
"…cheating?! You ass!" Isshin shouts as he picks up Ichigo's plaque and throws it at his head, his aim true. "How could you do that to her?! At first I couldn't believe it, I was like; 'Not my boy, he met, fell in love and married that girl in like 6 months. They are super in love, so this must be some other couple.' Then I saw your face with my circus and I was completely crushed!" He picks up a half empty mug from the desk and launches it at Ichigo's head. "How could you possibly cheat on her you brightly haired asshole!"
"I don't know! I made a mistake!" Ichigo yells, narrowly avoiding the telephone.
Isshin calms down a bit. "It says that you have a child. Did you have a child with that woman Ichigo?"
Ichigo looks down, ashamed.
Slowly he nods.
He feels Isshin's first crack across his jaw.
Isshin grabs Ichigo collar and yank him up.
"That's low you ass! How could you cheat on Orihime bare back?! Do you have no respect for anyone?! Do you understand what type of danger that you put her in?!"
"Yes dad, I know-"
"I don't think you do, you little rotten shit!" Isshin shakes Ichigo.
Regaining his footing, Ichigo breaks away from Isshin.
"I do understand! For some reason, every horrible thing that I've ever said to her, every horrible thing that I have ever done to her is starting to come back! I've done so many horrible things to her that if I was to live as a peaceful monk for the next one thousand years I still will not be able to hold my head up high!
"But I'm trying to right my wrongs, I can't let her divorce me!"
"Ichigo…you had a child by this woman! The one thing that you could have done to possibly hurt this woman more was if you bought her dog, made her fall in love with, killed it and fed it to her! After all of those miscarriages! Did you think that that wouldn't affect her!?"
"I wasn't thinking! Okay!" Ichigo yells. "I wasn't thinking until that day that she came into the hospital to see the child! It wasn't until Kumiko was born that I started to see, little by little that what I was doing was hurting her!" he yells.
He looks around, his eyes wild.
His face held a torn expression.
"Why the fuck did she holds her?! What was going through her mind?! I didn't want to give her to her because that was my last attempt at being human, I knew that it would hurt so why did she hold her?" his voice trailed off.
Unawares, a tear escaped his eye.
"Dad…I fucked up so bad…I broke her so horribly…I don't think that there's any way that I can fix it." He looks to his father, his face heartbroken; it nearly tore Isshin in two.
His son didn't do heartbroken.
His son didn't cry.
Some of the fury leaves Isshin as he walks over to his boy and places a hand on his shoulder.
"Son…you're did it again didn't you?" he asks him.
Ichigo looks confused.
"The same thing you did when your mother got sick. Remember, you ran away from home, from your problems, and instead of dealing with them, you joined a gang for two years and when we finally found you your mother had passed away."
"Dad please, I don't want to talk about that."
"But son, don't you see, you did it again. I know that those miscarriages were hard on you, but instead of dealing with it, you found solace in another and you only ended up making the situation worse."
Ichigo sighed, closing his eyes, running his hands through his hair.
"I'm so fucking screwed…" he sighs.
Isshin looks at his forlorn son, shaking his head and sighing.
"Come on son, let's go to my office for a drink."
"It's only 9 in the morning."
"It's noon somewhere." Isshin smiles.
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Rukia could feel that something isn't right when she walks into the supermarket with Kumiko in tow.
It seems as though everyone is staring at her.
She can hear whispers and see taking quick glances at her.
Teenage girls stare at her out right with contempt on their faces.
Older women shuffle away from her, throwing her dirty looks.
Her heart races in her chest.
She swallows a thick lump and cold hard fear settles in her stomach.
She holds Kumiko tighter to her.
She can feel everyone eyes on her.
She grabs a basket and begins her shopping.
She feels as though she's being followed.
She really do not need all of this.
Her heart was shattered only a few days ago and now everyone around seem to be in on a secret that she isn't privy to.
It's driving her insane.
She quickly finishes her shopping, making sure to get extra due to all of this weirdness in the store.
When she approaches the register, she sees countless papers and magazines with the faces of her, Ichigo and Orihime.
Japan's princess Kurosaki Orihime and husband Kurosaki Ichigo were caught feuding during the development of her new film, "Living a Lie". It is to the best of everyone's knowledge that the two are in the middle of a very ugly divorce for indiscretions on Kurosaki Ichigo behalf with his financial advisor Kuchiki Rukia. The two are rumored to have a hidden love child, a low blow to our favorite princess who's suffered a grand total of 5 miscarriages and one still born during her 8 year marriage with Kurosaki Ichigo.
Rukia eyes widens to saucers as panic fills her soul.
She quickly grabs the paper, her eyes quickly scanning the words.
So the secret was out.
Now, she can expect to be Japan's most hated vixen that stole Japan's princess husband and trapped him with a child.
"Oh no," the words escape her mouth.
She pays the gum popping, narrowed eyed cashiers and tightly grasp Kumiko's hand and rushes out of the store.
Those idiots!
Arguing so that everyone could see!
Not caring about who would get hurt in the process.
She wasn't talking about herself of course.
But now her child will be judge for her actions.
"Home wrecker!" someone shouts at her.
The feels something hard hits her back.
"What?"
She turns around and is pelted with an egg on her stomach.
It is the teenage girls from the supermarket.
"What the hell are you doing?!" she yells at them, pushing Kumiko behind her.
"What the hell were you thinking?! Sleeping with a married man! You slut!" one of the girls throw another egg.
"I don't see how it's any of your business what I do. You do not even know me to judge me. And do your parents know that you're going around harassing people?"
"Do yours know you're going around sleeping with people's husbands?"
Rukia flinches as they throw another egg at her.
The impact never comes.
The man with the strange red hair and tattoos stands before her, a wide, feral grin on his face.
"Ohayo Kuchiki-san, fancy seeing you here covered in eggs and what not."
Her heart pounds rapidly in her chest as she stares at his.
She hates this man for his words a few days ago.
Yet, she is grateful that he's saved her from being pelted by raw eggs, taking the hits himself.
"What are you doing here?" she asks irritated.
He lifts an oddly shaped, tattooed eyebrow.
"Saving you from certain salmonella poisoning?"
"I have everything under control."
"Oh really?" he grins.
Turning away from her, he addresses the teenage girls sharing the carton of eggs.
"Oi, I don't care what you do to this one here," he says pointing to Rukia. "But if even a shell hits the little girl, you'll pay for in blood," he threatens, his voice low.
The girls are unsure of what to do.
It's obvious they want to continue pelting eggs at Rukia, but they don't want to risk the Yakuza looking man's wrath and accidently hit the girl.
Angry, they leave, muttering under their breaths.
Rukia sighs, and leaves, picking Kumiko up.
"Aren't you going to thank me?" he asks, following her.
"For what? You basically told them that it was okay to throw eggs at me," she grumbles.
"Geez, you sure are high strong," he laughs.
She ignores him.
"But I guess that I would be high strong as well if my private business was now the public's business."
"Why are you following me?!" she stops, yelling at him.
He quirk his eyebrow, trying to contain a smirk.
"We're neighbors…did you really not know that?" he asks.
She blinks her face colors.
"I didn't…actually."
"Well maybe if you left your little happy, fantasy bubble once in a while, you'd noticed things," he grins.
She rolls her eyes.
"Listen, I have enough on my plate to worry about without you judging me. So if you don't mind, I need to get my daughter home and take a bath."
Rukia rushes away from the strange man, a set look on her face.
Somehow, she manages to make it home, without crumbling into tears.
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"Dad…what should I do?" Ichigo asks his father as they sit on the floor of his spacious office, their ties loosen, their jackets and shoes off.
Isshin takes a sip of his aged scotch and shakes his head.
"Well first son…you're going to get divorced-"
"What?"
"Now listen, you messed up. Big time, you…you really screwed yourself on this one."
Ichigo sighs. "I know, do you think I know that?"
"Yeah well, maybe next time you won't be such a dumbass…dumbass."
"So that's it? There's nothing that I can do to get her back? I lost the best thing that has ever happened to me…I guess it's only fair…"
"Now hold on, I didn't say that it ends in divorce. You're actually going to have to put in a shitload of work here. And maybe, in the end, it'll pay off. So first, you're going to get a divorce-"
"But I don't want t-"
"Well you're going to have to. Because right now you're acting like a little spoiled kid holding on to a bunny that is trying to escape. If you don't just set her free you're going to end up killing her. And quite honestly, that's the only thing that you can do for her at this point. You both need your space and she needs time to heal. Those are some huge scars that you left on that girl and it's not going to go way with a few apologies.
"Next thing you need to do is see a professional."
"Dad, I told you that I'm not doing that."
"Son, what happens if, by some miracle, you win her back and this happens again? I told you, I told you after your mom died that you needed to get some help. If you had, you wouldn't even be in this mess that you are now. You're going to get help, you don't have a choice."
"What do you mean I don't have a choice?"
"What I mean is, you're being put on a leave of absence until your doctor tells me that you've made some progress."
"What?! But I have work to do!"
"That can be taken care of by the interns and me. At this rate I can't trust you to take over the company; your house isn't even in order."
Ichigo says nothing.
He stares into his cup, his thoughts running rampant in his mind.
What if he's not able to win her back after the divorce?
What if she already found someone else?
He is certain that there isn't anyone else out there for him.
She is all her ever wanted even before he knew she existed.
It was like she existed for him.
Like she was made just for him.
But it wasn't like that.
He was just being selfish.
Now he has to deal with his mistakes for the rest of his life and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that.
Ready for life without her.
BrOkEn
Tokyo Summer 2004
Orihime and Ichigo have been hanging out for weeks.
They haven't been dating.
Just hanging out.
However their feelings for each other were strong.
It was as if they were magnets, reaching for each other, unable to pull away.
She sometimes appeared outside his class, in full disguise of course, and he would leave, instantly, crawling over the dozens of students just to reach her.
He would always find out where she was filming and be there, staring down anyone who looked at her.
They spent their spare time with each other, going to the movies, jetting off to the beach, walking in the park…
It didn't matter where they were, anytime that they spent with each other was truly special to both of them.
"Kurosaki-kun, what's your favorite color?" she asks.
"Grey," he replies simply.
She frowns.
"Grey? That's strange, why grey?" she asks, looking up to him.
He looks down at her and back up again quickly, blushing lightly.
"No reason. It's just…a really nice color. The most beautiful color I've ever seen." He states in a matter-of-factly tone.
They walk in silence, side by side in downtown Tokyo, listening to all of the various sounds coming from the people, stores, and machinery.
The more time spent around him, the more Orihime felt herself fall for him more and more she was going to burst.
She looks down and twiddles her thumbs.
"Oi, Orihime I have a question for you," he tells her.
"Hai?" she looks up and her lips are captured in a kiss.
He grabs her chin and places his hand on the small of her back, pressing her closer to him and devouring her mouth, catching her plump bottom lip between his teeth.
He releases her, and she is dazed.
She is unable to stop the grin from spreading across her face as she touches her lip in wonder.
"Gomen, I've just wondering what your lips tasted like," he grins.
"Oh no…it's fine…" she instinctively bites them again.
"Orihime…"
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you another question?"
She smiles.
"Yes."
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"Thank you Dad, you've really been a lot of help." Ichigo tells his father as they leave his office.
"Well son, that's what I'm here for. For beating some sense into you," Isshin laughs. "So, when can I meet this grandchild of mines?"
"Kumiko? I'll bring her by sometimes."
"Wait, what? You named her Kumiko?" Isshin asks floored.
"Um…yeah, that's her name. When I saw her the name just flashed into my mind. You don't like it?"
Isshin lands a punch in Ichigo's jaw, causing him to stumble back.
"What the hell was that for?!"
"Of all the stupid things! You ass, you're never going to get her back! How could you name your daughter Kumiko?!"
"I don't know, it just popped into my mind! Why are you being fucking psycho?! You were actually a decent human being for like a few hours!"
"As opposed to you, you dumbass!"
"Why are you so worked up?!"
"How could you name her after your first child that you lost?!"
"What? The first one? She wasn't named…" memories come rushing back.
I think that I want to name her Kumiko.
You hear that Kumiko? Daddy's gonna learn how to swim, just for you!
Ichigo-kun, you're not going to be able to use that language when Kumiko is born.
Kumiko I hope you grow up to look like your mom in the face but with my body. What? I have a hard enough time keeping the guys away from you, I'll be damned if they even look at her.
His heart plummets to the ground as his mind races.
Wh…what's her name?..." Orihime choked out, her voice sounded strange.
"Kumiko."
"That's…that's a beautiful name…"
"Fuck! Orihime!" he mutters as he breaks into a sprint.
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"Okay, so Kurosaki-san, we are going to film the scenes after you give birth now and later, when you're showing, we can do the pregnant scenes."
"Oh, well that's fine. But you probably shouldn't put too much faith in that. I normally don't stay pregnant for too long." She smiles sadly at the director.
"ORIHIME! ORIHIME!" she hears her name being called.
Kami, why doesn't he just leaves her alone.
"ORHIME! ORIHI-what the fuck!"
There's a lot of commotion and crashing sound.
"Oh my God! Kurosaki-san are you okay! Someone get the onsite medic! Just stay still Kurosaki-san, that's a lot of blood!"
Orihime's eyes widens as she jumps from her seat and rushes to the set.
She sees Ichigo tangled in some lighting equipment, a gash on his forehead.
She gasps, her hands flies to her mouth.
"Ichigo," she breathes, walking over to him.
"Orhime…I'm sorry…I…I had no idea…I'm sorry…I forgot.." he pants, struggling to get up.
"Ichigo please, don't move! You're bleeding," she throws her hands out as if to push him down with some invisible force.
"What?" he touches his head and looks at his fingers, as if he's noticing the blood for the first time. "Oh, it's just a scratch. Listen, I'm really sorry. I didn't know, I forgot. I promise, I wouldn't have done something like that if I had remembered, please belive me, it wasn't my intention." He begged her.
He sounded so sincere and honest and pleading.
"Ichigo, I don't know what you're talking about." She was concerned about the gash that was pouring blood profusely down his face.
"Did someone call a medic?"
"Over here please!" she calls them.
They rush over to her, seeing Ichigo they try to urge him to move away from the scene.
He ignores them, trying to talk to Orihime, his eyes sad and pleading.
"Kumiko…I'm sorry…I forgot about Kumiko…"
Her eyes becomes the size of saucers as tears automatically filled them.
Her heart pounds painfully in her chest and air shortage becomes a problem.
Kumiko…their daughter…
"Please…Orihime…I'm telling you the truth when I say that I had no idea," he pleads.
She nods, closing her eyes.
Tears slides down her face.
He stops fighting the medics and allows them to take him away.
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Orihime enters the trailer where Ichigo is being treated.
He stands, his eyes widening.
"Orihime," she holds a hand out and turns to the attendant.
"Could you please give us a moment?"
The man nods and leaves quickly.
She sits down on the bed where Ichigo is quickly shifting so that he's sitting up.
"Ohayo Ichigo," she greets him quietly.
"Ohayo Orihime," he responds.
They sit in silence for a while. The sound of their quiet breathing fills the air.
"Arigato…for apologizing for Kumiko…I believe you by the way…it was a long time ago…I guess that I shouldn't even be upset about it. Such a silly thing to be upset about a name-"
"It's not silly. Kumiko was really important to you. That name meant a lot, I should have known. I shouldn't have forgotten. If you want, I can change her name, I can give her a nickname…"
"No Ichigo…arigato but no…it's fine." She says quietly.
There's silence for a long time.
Orihime digs into her purse and pulls out some papers.
"Here are the divorce papers…could you please just signed them…and we just be done with this?" she pleads with him softly.
Ichigo looks away from her, swallowing a thick lump.
His heart falls out of his chest and shatters on to the ground.
He wants to say no, to tear up the papers.
But he doesn't.
He turns to her and takes the papers.
"Okay."
He signs them and hands them back.
"Orihime, can I ask you a question?"
"What is it?"
He leans to her and captures her lips in a tender kiss.
She feels all of her nerves light up and tingles.
Slowly, she pulls away, stunned.
He gives her a sad smile.
"Gomen…I just wanted to try it one last time…"
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