After regaining power by Ichigo, everything was back to normal. She knew that he finally feels alive and happy, but she distanced herself from him. She could not remember what happened, but she felt that she had done something very bad. The same feeling of confusion was Sado, so she began to spend more time with him. They wanted to know what happened to them, what they did wrong. They could not remember, and no one wanted to tell them. Ishida looked away, saying it was no longer relevant, and yet their old friends from Soul Society even did not greet them. She had not expected that the captains bothering withthem, but Rukia?

Orihime felt pain in her heart, not only by the jealousy that Ichigo and Rukia have a special bond, which they do not allow other people to share, but she was furious. Is Rukia not told her that they were friends? Is she not deserve even to simple "hey"? Probably for the Shinigami she was just a man, someone unimportant.

One day Tatsuki threw proposal to go to the beach. Initially, the girls had to go, but they not to require that the conversation was overheard by Keigo, who immediately announced it to the rest. And so, on Sunday morning, sitting on the train with Tatsuki, opposite Sado and Ishida, who also decided to take on a class break. She did not want to go, when she heard that Ichigo would also be involved in this. She was not ready to wear a mask "it's all right." But she was sitting on the train, feeling the whole body uptight with stress.

Ichigo did not talk to her since she woke up in Urahara's store. And every day she felt worse. If only she knew for what she has to apologize, she would do. There was, however, nothing to apologize for, or so everyone told around them. Felt less guilty the day before she went shopping with Tatsuki to buy herself a swimsuit. But then sitting on the train, knowing that a little more and she will have to show up dressed before Ichigo, she blushes as her own. Maybe it was better to buy a one piece?

When they got to the beach, she looked for a place to spread out a blanket. Only what she wanted to lie down and forget that she exists. It was only after a few minutes she found the right place. She sat on a blanket and looked as the rest, casts off packages and unnecessary clothes. She swallowed saliva with difficulty, seeing Ichigo muscular chest. He was even better built than the time of Hueco Mundo, but she should not be surprising. Body that Rukia can touch so frivolously and she'll always be able only to watch from a distance. She closed her eyes, feeling like would cry.

As she opened again found before her Ichigo, who looked at her with disappointment. Before she could say anything, he had already asked for the reason for not playing with the rest, when they came here specifically for that. In the middle of his tirade she lost the thread and just looked at the movement of his lips. She did not know what to answer him, but she was happy. Ichigo did not hate her, he still noticed her.

He threatened her that if she does not appear with them in a few minutes, then he would throw her into the water, whether she wants it or not. And she could only blush and nod. She took off her clothes and stood there only in her green bikini that has attached here and there a small plastic strawberries. She hoped that he would not notice.

When she ran for the rest with apologetic look, she did not notice how Ichigo blushes at her sight. With all the forces she was trying to not look at him.


Tired she opened her eyes, realizing that he was no longer whenever she wants, they do not go on a date every Saturday, those days were over. Sob shook her again. Ever since she came back from their farewell party, she did not do nothing but cry. She could not be included in the new reality. Emotions, which are so long forgotten, returned. Only that this time no one is holding her in a closed-in room, no one will come and she will not be ordered. She locked herself in the apartment.

She knew she should get up and go to work. There was nothing else. She does not get into any college, she had a poor results, much lower than she thought, but when she wrote the entrance exams she have a period, it was more painful than the previous one, so her thought was lost. She did not admit to Ichigo about her failures, just as she has never mentioned excruciating pain. She knew that he probably would have led her to his father.

„Stupid menstruation ..." She muttered under her breath, wiping her eyes with the back of his hand.

She had so many dreams, so many goals, and when it comes for what she could not to decide about her future, she could not put everything on one card. If she had parents she could ask their opinion about what they would do in her place, but it was impossible. She had no parents, there was no one she could ask this question.

Sometimes she thought that her parents cursed her by giving such a name. They made her useless princess who can only wait in a tower for her prince. She cannot go alone and fight the dragon, cannot wake up from sleep.

She got up, moving to the bathroom. Although light-headedness, she knew she had to do something with herself that she cannot lie down and sleep for those six years, waiting for Ichigo. He chose his future, which she hadn't expected, because of that, she too, should find something to do.

She was standing under a stream of water massaging another part of the body. At such moments, she could not help, about thoughts that the same time came to her mind. How would she felt to be touched by Ichigo? What would it feel if his hand wandered after her naked body?

Orihime has always flushed cheeks while watching or reading such moments. Like every girl, she dreamed to experience it all with the person she loves. But she not admitted this to Ichigo. As if she could? She would go out in his eyes, as a whore.

She stopped the movement of her hands, opening eyes slowly. She took the air reaching for the shower gel. It was Ichigo who had bought it for her. It was the smell of coconut. She did not know that he liked this scent, finally he talk so little about himself. If she had to think about it, she probably know about him far less than she should, as his girlfriend.

She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a downy cream towel and included water for tea. She sat on a cushion at the table, putting on it her lotion which scented white chocolate. She never used any cosmetic, did not consider this to be necessary, but being with Ichigo she wanted to take care of herself more, she wanted for Ichigo to like to spend time with her. She wanted to give him the desire.


~~Flashback~~

She was lying on his bed with the scent that surrounded her. She loved his smell, it was not sharp, but it was not too gentle. She closed her eyes, feeling the fatigue takes over her. She did not know why, whenever she was with him, she was overwhelmed by this feeling. In her apartment she had trouble with sleeping. She had long seethed with a blanket before she managed to find a good position to sleep. In his bed she had no such trouble and all anxiety disappeared.

She felt safe.

She heard him open the door and stopped in them, she could feel his eyes on her. Probably he wondering if she was asleep or just resting. When she ventured for the first time lay on his bed she was afraid that he would tell her something that he gets upset, but he said nothing. Since then, whenever she came to him, she allowed herself to such a crime, despite the fact that Ichigo always teased her that a guest should sit still and not act as if she were at home.

"Hime?" He said softly, walking over to her. She heard him put a tray with cups on the desk, and then she felt like one side of the bed to collapse. She could feel his breath on her face, and with all her might, was trying not to open her eyes, do not smile and do not make any gesture that would betray her. "Hime?" He repeated more quietly than before pulling away from her. For a moment she was worried that he will give up and go down to enable her some sleep. He did that sometimes, when he saw how much she's tired, he let her sleep in his bed. When she woke she has been mad at him that he wasted their time on dating, to give her a little sleep.

She was ready to opened her eyes, but before she did she felt his hands under the armpits. She opened her eyes wide, trying to grab his hands and stop the torture. Ichigo most commonly in the world started to tickle her, and she giggled softly at first, but with every moment of, her giggle metamorphosed into a loud laugh. She squirmed beneath him, crying and begging for mercy, and he laughed in response to her that there is no power in the world, which would stopped him.

"Ichiiii!" She groan with tears, burying herself in him. "Meeeeercyyy!"

"Why? It's your fault that you just lying on my bed." He replied quietly, embracing her. " If our opponents know that you have ticklish ... Oh, poor you would been." He laughed softly, dropping freely onto the bed, pulling her behind.

She gasped at the sudden movement, and he stroked her back slowly reassuring her. They could be just lying, not say a word and not doing anything special. Orihime loved every moment she spent with him, so long as he did not mind, she does not propose any changes to their meetings. Though at times she was furious with herself that she relished those moments. She could try to find out anything about him, but she did not ask questions, just listened to the work of his heart.

And a picture of a hole in his chest melted as if nothing like this never has happened.

"Hime?" Ichigo muttered quietly, looking down at her. And she smiled softly with her eyes closed. Again, she did it. She fell asleep while being in his arms.


Kurosaki Ichigo was a teenager with an unusual hair color, with a grimace and foremost children's belief that his uniqueness isn't paying positive attention to him, especially women. Inoue Orihime was, however, aware that her boyfriend, who made his well built body by working as part-time shinigami, had his admirers. There were, contrary to his opinion, quite a bit. When he announced that she is his girlfriend, Orihime not only was getting congratulations and envy moaning, but also acts of jealousy. About any incident she did not said to him.

Ichigo was too blind to see those aspects and his character would not let it settle peacefully. World of living ruled by different rules than the world Shinigami's, because that Orihime was silent. She would not want him been suspended from school, or had other problems through her. It's just that his fans refrain because of his presence, but now he is not here. And Inoue has a problem. Biggish.

She swallowed hard, feeling uncomfortable under the influence of a few girls eyes. Behind her, she felt cold touch of the wall, which in this case did not add her encouragement. She could use her powers, but opponents were ordinary girls. People who does not have any spiritual energy. She knew, at time when she saw them, that this time she will not end with minor abrasions.

„Your prince left you ..." High brunette leaned toward her, smiling grimly.

She did not answer. She looked at them peacefully. She experienced such a thing before. She was able to deal with it.

"You don't have anything to say? Maybe better, because we don't want to hear it!" Smaller brunette grabbed her by the hair, pulling down. "He'll break with you! No guy likes virtuous girls!"

She closed her eyes, trying not to listen to them. Trying to convince herself that their words do not move her, but it was not. She knew that Ichigo is a normal teenager and is susceptible to the female body. The body, which he will see frequently at the university. Girls smarter than her, with the chosen purpose. Why should he not look up at them and experience better happiness?

When she was finally left alone, she had a few new bruises and a few cuts on the skin. She felt her lip bleeding from contact with the knee of one of them. She should go home to get changed and re-organize. Instead, as in the frenzy she went to work.

What if Ichigo wanted her this way, and she did not realize? What if she failed him in some aspect?


She did not know what he was doing. She took three days off at the bakery, which she had up to now unused and boarded the first train to Tokyo. She knew his schedule, finally he send her via email, as well as the address of the apartment where he lived now, because the dorm, he did not get.

He could not find the perfect roommate, because of it he lived alone. He considered it less annoying than feuded with someone over the next few years. If she gets to Tokyo, maybe they could live together. Ichigo always told her that she would not have to worry about the rent that he would pay everything himself, but she did not want to agree. And now? She ran toward his settlement, ignoring the fact that she spent all her money that she kept for an additional courses. She should not do that, not in the financial situation which she is, but she could not do otherwise. She had to see him, even for a moment.

She stopped at his door, gasping for air. She pressed the doorbell, waiting for him to open. Her stomach clenched dangerously and in mind appeared absurd images.

„Yes?" Ichigo opened door with unbuttoned shirt, finally an hour ago he finished classes. When he saw her, his eyes widened in surprise. "Hime?" He step aside, did not believe what he see.

She went inside, muttering apologies for the sudden intrusion. She took off quickly her shoes guided intuitively to his bedroom. The boy followed her while still in the shock of her sudden appearance.

„Did you take day off?" He said finally, trying to settle down in mind right questions, so he would not sound like she was not wanted here.

"Um, I took some time off." She said anxious, sitting down in bed.

"So did you miss me? Or maybe you wanted to see if I don't cheat you?" He smiled softly, walking over to his desk to turn off the laptop.

"No ... I mean, I missed you!" She said quickly, stood up from the bed.

She felt her heart beating like crazy, but she could not back out now. She put her purse on the ground, taking off layers of clothing until she was in underwear. Ichigo turned to her, blushing automatically. He had not expected such a view. He opened his mouth in shock, but immediately closed it.

"Because I ... Because I don't want to lose Ichi ..." she moaned in despair, clenching her hands into fists.

"So you're telling me that you want to have with me ... Sex?" He said quietly, taking off his shirt. " Are you sure, Hime?"

"Um ..." She looked down, not being certain if her words did not betray her fear.

She felt his hand on her arm, he pulled her to him. She felt a shiver shook her body. It was not an unpleasant feeling, it was a completely different feel than touching with the clothes. She hugged him shyly, feeling like the whole tension escapes from her.

„Hime, I don't know who babbled you this nonsense, but we have time for everything. No need to hurry. Both of us aren't ready for such a step. Still we have to learn each other, so don't rush it." He whispered in her ear, driving his hand down her back. "You smell nice ..."

She blushed, nuzzling into him. And he smiled softly under his breath, enjoying their closeness.

"I'm sorry ..." She stammered, stepping up to him. "I'm stupid ..."

"You're not ... You're just in love." He laughed under his breath, pulling her to the bed.

„Ichi?" She said with a hint of horror, watching his movements.

"I don't know about you, but I'm awfully tired. I didn't slept very well recently."

She smiled gently, following his example. She knew that he was right. They have time for everything, they do not have to hurry to show off their feelings, they can do it slowly. She looked like he takes off jeans with a blush, no matter how she tried to look away she kept coming back to him.

„You still using the shower gel that I bought you?" He looked at her questioningly, covering them with quilt.

"Um ... It's wrong?" She nestled into him, feeling the fatigue came to her.

„No, I really like the smell, especially when you combine it with that chocolate lotion."

She smiled at these words, no longer having the strength to respond.

Finally she was back home.

To Ichigo.

Finally, she was safe.

If I tell you you're mine
It's like I told you honey


(A/N) So sleepy… I wanna read some IchiHime fanfiction, but I read most of it… And now I'm sad.

Ichigo, Ichigo, Ichigo, when you gonna kiss Orihime?

Never?