So I think I'll update this story once a week. I think that's fair. I have other stories that I'm working on, so it makes sense to spread my time evenly between all of them. I think there's only going to be 5 chapters? Maybe 6. I still haven't decided yet .
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"Ne, Kurosaki-kun?"
He gave her a small nod to show he was listening.
"Do you miss Kuchiki-san?"
He looked up from the books to stare into those gorgeous grey eyes. He could never lie to them. They held some sort of mystical power over him that he wasn't willing to admit to.
Turning away from her gaze, he looked out the window, his eyes focused on the rain that fell from the sky.
"I do."
He turned his gaze back to the girl in front of him, a fake smile was plastered on her face. A facade, he realized. But he didn't want to tell her he saw through it. She nodded before turning her attention back to the books, unaware of the blazing gaze that was filled with confusion.
"Why do you look so sad... Orihime?"
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Ichigo wasn't as stupid as most people said. He knew that there was something going on between Orihime and Rukia. Though he wasn't sure of the specific details, he knew that there was some sort of tension between the two, though he felt it come from Orihime more than Rukia.
Staring down at the pale form in his arms, his determination hardened. He wasn't about to lose another person who meant the world to him.
His legs couldn't go fast enough. Even Shunpo wouldn't get him to where he wanted to go. He was rash, and desparate. Her form was getting colder and colder as the rain continued to beat down on their forms.
When her apartment came into view, he shouted to the heavens. All he wanted was to see her grey eyes open and see her bright smile. The only she only reserved for him. He knew of her true feelings, so it was time for him to figure out his.
But the first thing he had to do, was get her warm.
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They walked together, hand in hand. He enjoyed seeing her smiling face. It shone so bright. Like a supernova, he decided. He had never seen her angry, or sad, or confused. The only expression he ever saw her wear was one of happiness.
He still couldn't tell the difference between ghosts and real humans. So it didn't occur to him that the young girl he saw by the riverbank was a ghost, a hollow to be specific. All he knew was that she was too close to the river, and it was raging.
He wanted to save the young girl, before the raging river consumed her. He didn't hear the evil chuckling of the young girl. He didn't see the ugly creature being to transform.
He didn't even hear his mother's screams.
They were desparate, and filled with worry and sadness. She was scared because she had seen the horrible monster that was heading towards her son. But her husband wasn't around to save them. She had to save her son herself.
Nothing registered in Ichigo's little mind except the blackness that engulfed him.
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When he had woken up, the first thing he felt was someone on top of him. He blinked as the rain continued to fall down and hit his cheeks. He couldn't remember anything that had happened. The only thing that he remembered was running from his mother to stop a girl from falling into the river.
He turned his small head towards the place and didn't see anyone. Had he dreamed it? If he did, why did he feel stickiness on his hands.
Wait.. Stickiness?
He lifted his hand and saw blood. His eyes widened before he bent his head down and saw the auburn hair cover his chest. He couldn't see his mother's face, and this made him scared.
"O..Okaa-san?"
But there was nothing. She didn't budge when he shook her. She didn't respond when he called her name. Tears began to fall down his face as he held her body to his small one. His screams became more louder, and frightened.
He fought against the hands that pulled him away from her body. He continued to scream and have a fit as his mother was put on the stretcher. He was so confused. What had happened? Why wasn't mom responding? What will dad say?
Eventually his body stopped fighting and he had collapsed. His fatigue body couldn't handle the stress anymore. He let himself fall into the darkness once again.
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Once he was inside her apartment, he headed to the shower. Her skin was so cold, and it was so pale. She looked as ghostly as the girl did when he was younger. But Ichigo didn't give up on Orihime. He turned the shower on hot and stood there, letting the water warm up. When he felt it go hot, he then tore off their clothes, wanting as much warmth to hit their skin. He held her against his chest so tightly, he was scared she would break.
He felt her breath on his skin and her heart beat against his chest. His breathing was coming back to normal as he calmed his racing heart.
After half an hour, he brought them from out of the shower and shunpo'd under the covers in her room. He wrapped his arms around her back and pressed her into his chest. All he wanted to do was make sure she was alive. He wouldn't be happy until he saw her grey eyes again.
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A groan had caused him to wake up from his slumber. He used one hand to wipe away the sleep from his eyes, and turned his head to the clock.
5:45 am.
He felt shuffling and turned his gaze back to the young girl that was starting to stir from her sleep.
His heart stopped beating when his eyes met her grey ones.
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"Orihime..."