A/N: After a long wait, sorry about the updating, but my life is sort of busy, the only chance I get to update is when I've nothing to do at work LOL. Thanks for the reviews and add's. Here is the next addition. Please don't forget to review.

Intervention

Chapter 3: Press

"Orihime!" yelled a familiar voice.

"Tatsuki-chan! Are you going to sit with me for lunch?" asked the cheerful healer.

"Hai, Orihime, I always do," exclaimed the dark haired martial artist. She plonked herself down unceremoniously next to the orange haired beauty.

Orihime pulled out her odd things that she was going to eat, and Tatsuki pulled out her vegemite sandwiches. They sat under their usual tree, and the others began to join. Suddenly Chad and Uryuu appeared from their last class, then Rukia, Mizuro and Ichigo.

"Inoue, how was your last class?" asked Rukia, conversationally, popping her straw through a fruit popper.

Orihime smiled. "Oh, it was okay. We got an essay for homework again," said Orihime, her smile fading.

"Us too," said Rukia, poking her tongue out in disgust at the fruit juice. "What the hell is this Ichigo!!" She threw the fruit box at Ichigo, which narrowly missed his head. However the juice spilled all over him.

"What the hell Rukia, you crazy bitch!" he yelled suddenly, now covered in sticky liquid.

"I told you, I only like orange! Didn't I tell you to tell your dad!" exclaimed Rukia. "Now I have nothing to dri-"

"You can have this fruit box, its orange flavoured," said Orihime, smiling kindly. "I'm not thirsty." She handed Rukia the fruit box.

Rukia immediately 'simmered' down, her eyes becoming warm. "T-thanks, Inoue."

A few minutes later, the bell rang and they were leaving to get to their lockers. Inoue was left behind, cleaning up the litter her group had left.

"Inoue Orihime, right?" said a deep, unsavoury voice.

Orihime turned suddenly, dropping the rubbish she had in her arms in surprise. She frowned, having never seen this person before. He was a tall, middle aged man with attractive features. Black barbored hair, an expensive suit and cold blue eyes.

"Y-yes," she said, with an uncertain smile.

The man didn't seem to be looking at her, instead, focusing on the retreating figure of Ichigo, Chad and Uryuu as they walked off the class. He then turned his head sharply to gaze at the orange haired girl.

"Good," he said smiling charmingly. His smile then dropped as if it was some facade - or was fake. "You will leave Karakura Town, until I call for you."

Inoue frowned. "P-pardon?" stuttered Orihime in a small, uncertain voice; thinking she may have heard him wrong. However, his expression was serious, and unsettling for the young healer.

"You heard me," he said, unflinchingly. "If you don't, you will never see him again. But then again, you will have no choice."

Orihime gasped. "What do you mean?" asked Orihime, almost pleadingly.

"You have two weeks," said the man before walking away, and disappearing. It seemed like he shunpo'd away.

Orihime awoke with a start. She touched her eyes, finding that she had again been crying in her sleep. However, it had been some time since she last had that dream...memory.

Inoue pulled the covers off of her and went straight for the shower. Ten minutes later, she was ready for the day ahead and made her way to the kitchen to fetch Ichigo some food.

Ichigo yawned loudly, his mouth stretched wide when suddenly a soft arm was plunged inside his throat.

"Ichigo you damn bastard! I smell her on you!" yelled Kon. Ichigo made a choking sound and then realised Kon had his little hand in his mouth. He pulled on the lion's head and threw him across the room.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" yelled Ichigo, scowling at his plushie companion (reluctantly).

Suddenly Kon was atop of Ichigo's chest again, pointing this time. "I smell Hime-chan's scent on you..."

Ichigo realised what Kon was talking about this time, but ignored it. He scoffed to himself, like I would share something what happened last night with him! He got up quickly, much to Kon's objections, and went to go downstairs for food. It was finally the week end, and all he was gonna do was....

"Please let us in!"

"We need to question the boy!"

"You are stopping the inevitable!"

"Where is he?"

What the hell is all this racket about? thought Ichigo as soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs. It seemed to be coming from the front door. Ichigo walked around to the kitchen to find Yuzu missing, Karin was also gone and...where the hell was his father? It was early in the morning, surely they wouldn't all be gone at once. He turned his head and found all three of them staring out at what seemed to be a crowd outside, and several flashes errupted, causing Ichigo to look away abruptly.

"I don't know what you did yesterday Ichigo, but you have drawn a crowd," said Karin, who then decided to go sit down at the kitchen table.

Isshin went to punch his son, but, Ichigo was too fast. "What's goin' on old man?" he asked quickly, and a bit worriedly.

Yuzu went back to making breakfast. "As you can see, I haven't even started making breakfast. The crowd outside woke us up," explained Yuzu.

Isshin decided not to bother Ichigo for a change, with violence. Instead he answered his son's question.

"Ichigo," began Isshin, causing said messy orange haired man to turn quickly, in anticipation. "They've been here since six o clock this morning."

Ichigo frowned, his brow knitted in confusion. "What the hell? What do they want?" asked Ichigo, seating himself at the table.

"Do you want eggs and bacon Ichigo?" asked Yuzu, smiling. Ichigo nodded, then looked back at his father.

"They apparently are after an 'orange haired' boy," said Isshin, an amused smirk reaching his lips. Ichigo scowled.

"This isn't funny dad! Did they say anything else?"

"Well, it is clear they are reporters from Tokyo. And they said that you were seen speaking to Deliyla, the actress. But I told them that was impossible, as my son would in no way know Deliyla personally, but is a huge fan, since you have almost every single one of her movies. I then proceeded to say why in the hell would she speak to a first year freshman to Medical School, from a small town?" explained Isshin, then laughed his head off incessantly, bashing the table with his fist.

Ichigo began to get red in the face and fumed. When Isshin's laughter died down, his face was replaced with a serious one. "I know this 'deliyla' looks extremely familiar to Orihime Inoue, whom you went to school with, but even if it was her, you haven't seen her in years, correct?"

Ichigo sighed, his anger vanished. He couldn't be angry at his dad, after all, he had just covered for him.

"Correct," said Ichigo, now thinking back to last night. Come to think of it...there was a strange rieatsu after Renji had left. They could have appeared while I was saving Inoue from that hollow though, he thought.

"Then you have nothing to fear son!" exclaimed Isshin loudly.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "What do I do?"

Ichigo's dad got up and walked around behind Ichigo, placing a hand on his left shoulder for support. "Son, its time to face your fears and go and talk to them."

Suddenly Ichigo was lifted from his seat, by Isshin, wide eyed and thrown outside. The door slammed behind him and was locked. "Just my luck," growled Ichigo, scowling at all the reporters that swarmed around him.

Suddenly millions of questions were directed at him at once.

"Shut up!" he yelled suddenly. "What is this all about?"

"You were seen talking to Deliyla, and we want to know who you are and how you know her," said one female reporter, dressed in a red corporate dress suit. She held her microphone toward him, as did several others.

Several camera crew were filming live, and the amount of flashes going off were phenomenal.

"I-huh? I don't know what you're talking about?" exclaimed Ichigo, trying to defend himself. Is this what Orihime was subjected to every day? No wonder she needs body guards 24-7.

"What's your name?"

"How do you know Deliyla?"

"Are you two having a fling?"

"Are you her boyfriend?"

All the questions he was again bombarded with overloaded him. "Shut the hell up!" He turned, banged on the front door and demanded for his father to let him in. "Dad! Open the damn door!"

"No son, you deal with the reporters, don't be afraid!" he heard his father say from behind the door. This made Ichigo scowl to the point where he almost thought the scowl as permanent.

"My name is Kurosaki Ichigo, I go to Medical School at Uni in Tokyo city. But...I did not speak to Deliyla or see her or anything. So just leave me alone!" he yelled.

Ichigo heard the door click, meaning his father had unlocked the front door. He opened the door quickly and shut it behind him; just as the reporters began to ask more and more questions. He gave his father a death glare and sat down to eat his breakfast.

He didn't lie out there, he hadn't spoken to Deliyla...Deliyla didn't exist. But he was going to have to speak to her about this in person. He had a feeling the gust of reporters had not ended.

Soul Society, Sereitai

Rukia sat in respect, in front of her Captain at his quarters. "Rukia, you've done well. And now, you can have your well overdue leave," beamed the sick white haired captain.

Rukia nodded.

"Thank you, Captain Ukitake."

She bowed her head once and walked off.

*

Renji bowed to his Captain, Kuchiki Byakuya. "Renji, I don't think it is well deserved, but as promised; your leave for what the humans would call as summer is now granted. You get two months. It is funny how it will be coinciding with Rukia's leave as well," explained his Captain, his domineering eyes set on Renji's suspiciously. "Do you really think you can hide this fact from me?"

Renji clenched his fists. The nerve of this bastard! he thought, but didn't let his anger get the best of him as it always turned out bad. And he was dying for this vacation. "No, Captain Kuchiki. It is a mere coincidence."

"You think I'm ignorant...don't you?" said Byakuya with a smooth, calm voice. He didn't seem to be angry about it, but, would obviously be keeping tabs of the red haired, tattooed man that was interested in his sister.

"You should be careful...Renji," said Byakuya. "You often pick off more than you can chew, in all aspects."

"Damn it, why do you always think I'm a failure?" exclaimed Renji, and stormed off to meet the woman of their always constant bickering.

Byakuya watched Renji walk off with suspicious eyes, but he would be watching.

*

"Renji!" yelled the raven haired Lieutenant, waving hysterically, as she caught up with the fuming red head.

"Rukia...are you ready?" he asked with a small smile.

Rukia nodded, a bag slung over her shoulder. There were a few human clothes she had accumulated over the years after residing as Karakura Town's shinigami.

Renji nodded. A bag over his shoulder as well. "What's wrong, baka, we're on holidays!" she exclaimed, excitedly.

The tattooed, sword happy shinigami's face fell. "Your brother doesn't approve of the extra time we've been spending together, but I don't care!" he said angrily; although the anger wasn't directed at her, she narrowed her eyes.

"If you don't care, then why are you bothered?" she asked, her eye brows raised.

"Look it doesn't matter, Rukia, okay? Let's just go," he said, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

Rukia narrowed her eyes, but let it go. "Fine."

Orihime sat at her breakfast table, in front of the contract Tony, her manager, had given her for the new movie that would be filmed in America. She was undecisive. A part of her wanted to go and get out of this place, forgetting about the orange haired Substitute Shinigami, another part of her wanted to stay. She loved this town, and would miss Ichigo terribly. She knew if she took this job that she would be back for over a year. Orihime had always wanted to venture to America, and also, it would give her a chance of being scarce to this person who had contacted her the other day.

The healer sighed, putting her pen down. The contract was opened up to the page to sign in agreement, but she couldn't do it yet. She went, instead, to make a hot chocolate.

A few minutes later, Ichigo began to bark, or rather, growl. She looked up and dropped her cup of hot chocolate to the ground. It smashed and spilled. She quickly ran and grabbed Ichigo, and ran through the kitchen, through the lobby, but he was already waiting at the front door.

"Hello, Orihime," said the man.

She gasped, realising who it was. "W-where are my body guards?" she asked frantically. Her fears coming to reality. She had tried to escape, but there was no use. He had found her, and she would never be able to escape again.

"They're sleeping," he said, an evil grin plastered on his handsome features. "I told you not to run, because I would find you. I'll always find you, as long as you possess those powers of yours."

Orihime's eyes widened. Ichigo was barking loudly, growling at the man and then would look to Orihime protectively. She held him close as tears began to run down her face. They were tears of fear. The whole reason she had left had now become pointless. Was everything she had sacrificed been for nothing?

"W-what do you want?" she stuttered.

He took a step closer. He would have been less than two feet away now. Orihime took a step back. "S-stay away from me!" She ran the other way, through the large dining area, through to where the security room was. Her guards were indeed asleep, but she could see they were breathing. One of them was sitting in an awkward position in front of a computer screen, with his head on top of the keyboard, the other was laying on the floor.

How did he do this? she thought, her heart beating faster, and faster. She looked over her shoulder. He was coming for her, she had to run. She gripped Ichigo tightly, as he began to whimper. Did her own dog know her fate?

She ran out through a back door which lead to her back garden. She ran through the garden and ended up on the street in a few seconds. Orihime ran for her life down the street, turning a corner when...

"Oof!" gasped Orihime, at running into someone solid and landed on her butt. Ichigo licked Orihime's face. One of her hands was securely wrapped around Ichigo and the other behind her holding herself up. She looked up and gasped.

"Inoue! I've been looking for you every-" exclaimed the orange haired boy, but stopped at realising Orihime had been crying...and running. "What's going on Inoue?"

Orihime picked herself up and put her dog on the ground. She looked behind her quickly, but the man was no where to be seen.

"I-Nothing," said Orihime quickly. "I have to go, Kurosaki-kun. I'm sorry!"

She ran off quickly, but her dog had stayed to stare at Ichigo, panting quietly. "Ichigo! Come on!" Her dog followed her master, obeying without hesitation. The real Ichigo stared at Orihime, not believing that this was the second time he had seen the healer, since she had left, and both times she had been the one to run off. She had become mysterious, and without him realising, his feet had began to run after her.

*

Orihime turned another corner and there he was...just staring at her. Her dog caught up to his master and growled at the man, as if he was the devil himself.

"Tsk, tsk, Orihime. You shouldn't have involved him," said the man, now looking at his finger nails, as if they interested him more than the girl standing in front of him.

She shook with fear, she could feel herself crumbling, but she wouldn't allow this man to do what he intended that easily.

"That dog of yours needs putting down, you shouldn't have bought a dog you know, if you can't take care of it properly," he said snidely. He sneered at the dog, and it whimpered, walking behind Orihime's legs.

"Shh, its okay, Ichigo," she cooed, picking the dog up and cuddling him close to her abundant chest. She then looked to the man, a new determination in her eyes, despite her shakes. "You're a monster."

The man cackles for a few seconds, but then his gaze met her grey retinas. "I like to think of myself as a man of vision, Orihime. Not a monster. Now. You will need to come with me."

Orihime's eyes widened. "NO!" she squealed in hysteria.

The man advanced on her, and she backed away just as quickly, as she put her dog down, and prepared herself for the worst.

"Don't make this harder, than it already is. You already defied me, and now you have to deal with the consequences. Those powers of yours don't belong to you, only the Gods deserve them, and you are no God, by any means," said the man maliciously.

A sword began to make its way down the man's long black over coat and the hilt reached his hand. He grabbed it, appeared in front of her and slashed away at Orihime. Her scream was enough to break glass. It was blood curdling. Not even her dog's snarls and growling could over throw it. Her dog began to bite and slash at the man's legs, but the man simply kicked him away as if he were a toy. A crack was heard as Ichigo, the doge, landed in the gutter, almost lifeless.

"You didn't take my words to heart, did you my dear?" said a cold, deep voice, that cut through the silence of her living area.

Orihime gasped, and dropped her bowl of popcorn she had just made. She was going to watch a movie.

"I...who are you?" she asked in a small voice.

"Fine, I will indulge you just this once. My name is Hitori Matsuma," he explained in a clipped tone.

"What do you want?" she asked, clenching her fists in fear.

"I want you, or more specifically, those god like powers you possess," he said, smirking. "If you do not comply, I will kill one of your friends each week. All I require of you for now is to leave your friends behind, forever. You are never to speak to any of them ever again."

Hitori took off his hat and pulled away the collars of his black over coat, to reveal those handsome features again. He looked surreal, almost like someone out of a supernatural movie. His skin looked flawless, and unaging. Was he from Soul Society? Well, that was her first thought.

"I am not from Soul Society, if that is what you are thinking," he said, smirking.

Orihime gasped. Did he just read my mind? she thought.

Hitori smirked. "Yes, I can."

A/N: Well that's it for now, please read and review and tell me what you think. Don't worry, there will be some OrihimexIchigo next chapter. Even more will be revealed then.

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