The next chapter! I finally got around to writing it folks. I'm probablly going to write one more, and then end it unless it just refuses to end. Thanks for all the reviews, and for those of you who noticed Byakuya did call Rangiku Rangiku, but that's because I couldn't remember her last name- motsumoto? so I just put Rangiku. I don't really support yaowie, (I can't even spell it!) but I can just picture Rangiku trying to set up Bya-kun and Renji. Anyway, I'm sure you guys don't care about all this, so please R&R (even critisism is appreciated as long as it's not a flame) and enjoy the Ishihime!

Disclaimer: Just...no. I don't own it.

That evening, Ishida Uryū was sitting at home quietly sewing. Somehow he kept messing up, muttering darkly under his breath every time he did. The mistakes probably had something to do with the girl who kept running circles around his brain, making it impossible for him to concentrate. He glanced at the clock, and was startled when he saw how late it was. "6 already…" he said aloud. Finally with a sigh he tossed the sewing aside and began to work on a science paper for school. He read what he had previously written.

…The atom was then proved to be made of three separate pieces called Inoue, Ichigo, and Ishida. Ishidas are negative, while Inoues are positive. Ichigos, on the other hand, are neutral. Studies show that Ishidas do not orbit the nucleus (composed of Inoues and Ichigos), but instead circle them in a random, almost frantic, cloud.
He groaned. Had he really subconsciously turned atoms into his issues? Erasing thenames on the paper, he replaced them with their proper terms. No sooner had he finished this then he heard a knock at his door. Setting his homework aside, he began to stride toward the door. Who could that be? And I was just about to prepare dinner too… If it's Ryukken I'm going to shut the door in his face, I swear…. With that thought, he swung the door open, almost gasping at the sight of who was on the other side.

"Hi Uryū!" Said Orihime, clutching a basket in her hands.

"Orihime? What are you doing here?" Asked Uryū.

"Well you said that you wanted to have dinner with me sometime this week and I realized that we never actually decided a date and then I started thinking that what if monsters kidnapped me tomorrow so I really should just come over tonight so that we don't end up having to cancel our date because of me getting kidnapped!"

Did she really just say that all in one breath? Wait… did she just say date? I must have misheard… or did I? What did she mean?

"Um, Uryū? Can I come in?"

Uryū's head snapped up. "Oh of course! I was just about to make dinner."

Orihime smiled and offered the basket. "I'm glad I caught you before you did, I was kinda thinking that we could eat this!"

Uryū gulped. "What is it?"

"It's a surprise!" She cried delightedly.

"All…Allright, I'll go set up the table."

"No don't!" Orihime said. Uryū paused, confused by the outburst. "Picnics are more fun on the floor!" She explained.

Uryū shrugged, and went off to find something suitable for "picnicking" on the floor. Orihime knelt on the floor and began to unpack. When he returned, he saw her taking several canisters out of the basket.

"So what are we having tonight?" He asked nervously.

"Homemade mackerel miso stew!" Orihime said, ladling it out into two bowls as she spoke.

"That's my favorite." Said Uryū with a shy smile.

"I hope you like it!" Orihime said, finishing setting the blanket for a meal.

They sat down to eat, and Uryū watched in terror as Orihime began to pull things from the basket and add them to her soup. Mustard… chocolate sauce… Marshmallows? Oh Goodness, how can she eat that? Orihime saw him looking. "Oh, would you like to try some Uryū?" Before the frantic Quincy could think up an excuse, she leaned forward and popped a spoonful into his mouth. To his surprise, it wasn't as bad as he had anticipated.

"How'd you like it?" asked Orihime.

"It was allright… But I must insist you try some plain now." Leaning forward nervously, he offered a spoonful of his. Orihime ate it, and smiled.

"Yum! I prefer it with mustard, but it's still good."

"I've always liked mackerel miso stew, so I prefer it left unchanged."

"I guess that makes sense!"

The two continued to eat in silence, as Uryū frantically thought about what he could say. I don't belive she's actually here! What do I talk about? And did she really say date earlier?

They finished their stew, and Orihime began to place the supplies back in the basket. Uryū began to move toward her to help, and then when Orihime giggled he realized he was crawling on his hands and knees. Blushing, he stood and walked the rest of the distance. Kneeling down, he picked up a bowl and placed it into the basket. Still looking in the basket, he reached for another bowl.
"What on Earth…" he said aloud at the strange shape and feel of the bowl. In fact, it felt like a hand. A hand…

Uryū gulped, and looked at his hand. Sure enough, it was clutching Orihime's. He let out a very un-Uryū squeak, and withdrew his hand. "I'm so sorry Orihime! I was reaching for the bowl and-"

She cut him off. "It… Its fine Uryū!" Her smile wavered. "I know you would never hold my hand intentionally…"

"No, I would! I mean I wouldn't, but I wouldn't… I mean…" He trailed off hopelessly.

Orihime smiled. "It's fine Uryū!" She said with a laugh. "I guess I should go home now."

"Please, allow me to walk you home!" Uryū said quickly.

Orihime looked surprised. "Oh, I wouldn't want to trouble you!"

"It's no trouble." Uryū said firmly, putting on his jacket.

"If you're sure."

They walked along the road to Orihime's house side by side. Uryū was treated to another of Orihime's theories, this time on Asano secretly being an American spy. When they reached Orihime's house, she walked up her steps slowly, turning before she reached the door.

"Uryū?"

His head snapped up from the pavement he had been studying. "Yes Orihime?"

"Was… Was this a date?" Orihime asked, blushing furiously.

Uryū was too stunned to speak. They stood in an awkward silence for a minute, until Orihime ran up to Uryū and hugged him. He hugged back, unsure of what was going on. When she didn't pull away, he pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her tighter. She buried her head into his jacket, beginning to cry.

"What's wrong Orihime?"

"First Kurisaki-kun and now you! I'm just hopeless, I can never pick the right guy! I just…" She pulled away and began to run to her door.

"Wait! Orihime!" Uryū yelled, running up too her. "Please, don't think so poorly about yourself! You are an amazing woman, and I… I… I like you." He said the last part quietly, so quietly she couldn't even hear.

"What did you say?"

"I like you okay? But you loved Kurasaki and I had no idea you…" he trailed off again as she hugged him even tighter than before.

"I like you too Uryū!" She said happily. "But I had no idea you liked me. I'd better go… See you tomorrow at school!"

"Yeah… see you tomorrow…" Uryū said weakly, watching her enter her house. "Did that just happen?" he asked the world in general, making his way slowly back to his house.

Yes, I am studying atoms in school. How could you tell? It didn't seem terribly Uryū-ish, but oh well. I may be a while updating, I'm considering doing a song-fic of ishihime, so that plus school will take my time away from I love you I love him not. Thanks for reading!