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Wrongly Reasoned Feelings

"You look like crap."

"Is that how you usually try to hit on girls? Insulting them?" Rukia asked with a cynical smile as she kept her gaze locked on the dance floor.

"Only those who insist of being worthy of such treatment." Ichigo replied coolly. "You're pale. I could see you shivering from across the room. Are you really feeling better?"

"Shut up. I came because you're helpless otherwise if anything happened as we couldn't bring Kon along."

"If anything you'd be a hindrance, if you feel even half as bad as you look."

She came to comment, but just then her Order Receiver sprang to life, sounding off the well known annoying beeping Ichigo came to hate so much in such a short time.

"Hollow?"

Pretending not to have heard him, she drew out the pink Chappy decorated device and frowned a bit.

"It's close… probably attracted to the amount of people here."

"Ok, so let's hurry and –"

"You stay here."

"Eh!"

She sighed as she pocketed the cell phone again, turning to glare at him.

"Kon isn't here. If you disappear now, least of all with another girl, least of all with me, then your girlfriend-" She threw him a dark look. He glared back. "-will get quite a thing to be suspicious about."

"Che… blow it all way out of proportions, why don't you!"

"I'll handle it myself. You wait here."

"Didn't you just say you came here to make sure I wasn't useless! Hoi!" He grabbed her arm tightly, forcing her to look at him. "Your powers haven't returned yet, have they? And your body being in – in the state that it is…" It took every fiber of his being to just blush lightly and stutter as much as he did. "Can you really fight like that!"

She released her hand from his grip and turned her back to him.

"I'll fight. You stay put. That's all."

Tired of arguing, Ichigo sighed in defeat as she walked on, trying her best to lose Keigo as he kept stalking her. Not much he could do anyway, he tried to reason. His only way out of his body was Rukia, and she certainly seemed intent on not letting him do that.

Spotting said "girlfriend" still waiting, he turned to the drinks piled on the table, trying to find something which was yet to be spunked.

–

"I don't… think I understand… Chizuru." Michiru began rather defensively in response to the redheaded girl's question. Ryou remained silent.

"It's really nice, your timing… just as you two get closer, those two seem to be drifting apart." Chizuru said, motioning towards where Rukia and Ichigo were seemingly arguing over something. "Quite a bit of luck, I'd say. Whatever did you tell him to get it on like that?"

"That again?" Michiru stated in frustration but Chizuru closed her eyes, as though ignoring her.

"Hard to imagine your mother being sick had such an impact on him…"

Michiru's eyes widened. "Mo… Ryou?" She turned to look at the long haired girl accusingly.

"She didn't tell me anything." Chizuru announced loudly, forcing the messy-blonde girl to look at her. She took a deep breath before continuing. "She didn't have to. We followed you two when you ditched us after work last week."

Shock and a feel of betrayal won over shame and guilt as she stared at the girls with flushed cheeks.

"Followed? …"

"Real nice atmosphere you had there, too… sitting on the swings like that… him ending up paying… quite a gentleman when he wants to be, isn't he? I lost count of how many times you blushed early on."

"Tha- that's not true!" She tried, not really knowing what it was she was denying.

"Really… remind me a lot of Hime and me, you two."

"Eh?"

Even Ryou turned to look at her at that one. Chizuru shrugged.

"Unrequited love, I mean. No matter how hard I try, at the very least she's not interested in anyone other than a certain someone, if not 'not swinging that way' altogether. But you know, at least if it's Hime..." She turned to look lovingly at said girl who was across the hall, enjoying her drink while Tatsuki was keeping the men at bay. "If it's Hime… then we're both girls. At the very least I can be next to her, I can be her friend, I can get close to her, and I can see her adorable smiling face. Is it…" She turned to look at Michiru intently, half glaring in actuality. "… is it the same for you?"

Before Michiru could even begin a reply she was bombarded with questions.

"Hime loves wearing Asian flower print clothes. She likes comedies, cheese and butter. When she zones out, her mouth hangs a bit open. Her cup size is F."

"Why do you know that?" Michiru asked, more than a bit disturbed.

"Because I'm around my Hime as often as I can. I'm around her, and I talk to her, and spend time with her. What's Kurosaki's favorite color?" Chizuru demanded, looking straight at Michiru. The other short haired girl began stuttering.

"I, that is…"

"What's his favorite food? Actor? Clothes to wear? Names of sisters? I'll help you out, according to inside intel, he has two."

Spicy foods, chocolate; Al Pachino; tight, tops and bottoms; Yuzu and Karin. But all Michiru could do was continue stuttering as she knew none of the answers.

"You really are living in a fairy world, aren't you?" The redhead concluded, shaking her head heavily. Now close to tears, Michiru looked away, feeling a bit better once she saw Ichigo heading back – alone – with their drinks – two glasses.

That feeling quickly vanished, however, when he came to a stop. The look in his eyes as he stared at her was tense, filled with fear and urgency. Before she even managed to utter a word, he shouted –

"Look out!"

She looked up on instinct just as the cracks that were suddenly there tore the roof apart and sent huge pieces of concrete coming down on anything and anyone who stood underneath.

The girl didn't scream; she was so scared she could hardly blink.

One thought, however, would later haunt her –

"Save me… Kurosaki-kun!"

A/N - Save for Orihime's cup size, all details about Ichigo and Orihime's likes and dislikes are taken from their character pages as made by Kubo Tite.