SO Sorry for the long Painful Wait!!! But life does get in the way and work and everything else have been intense. But now that I've had some free time, HERE IT IS!!!

ENJOY!!

This time it was Orihime's turn to wake up from unconsciousness.

She had been tossing and turning when suddenly she sat bolt up-right! "Don't eat the big sausage!" She screamed.

A thin blue blanket slid off from on top of her.

"Oh, huh?" Orihime looked around her for a few seconds before she realized that she had been sleeping on the floor inside one of the big empty rooms at Urahara's shop.

"Why am I here?" she whispered to herself while bringing a delicate hand to her chest.

It took her a moment but she soon began to remember -- in fact she was remembering in graphic detail the last things she had seen before passing out! Blushing madly, she put her face into her hands she groaned. "Oh my god, oh my god!" she whispered over and over again.

Why did it make the pit of her stomach plunge in such a strange way? Why did she feel this strange fiery pull, and anxiousness that she wasn't sure how to resolve except by maybe throwing herself on top of a certain red headed.... "No. no, no, no, no, what's wrong with me?" she moaned!

Did that all really happen? She thought frantically. Where did everybody go? How did I get here? What happened to Ichigo?

Gasp, Ichigo! Oh no, he must know that I saw him.... Oh how humiliating!! She buried her face in her hands again and brought her knees to her chest. My one love and now I've gone and ruined it, he'll never forgive me! What if he's awkward around me forever and ever and then he would be ashamed to even borrow a pencil from me and then he'll fails all his classes because he has nothing to write with and then blames it on me forever and then…."

It was at this point that a door slid open and Urahara walked into the room. He quickly spotted Inoue folded into a ball of woe, rocking back and forth in the corner sending off almost visible waves of dread.

"Oh my, how angsty…" He whispered disapprovingly, and waved his fan as if to blow the worrisome aura from the room. Never-the-less he swooped forward with his infamous, suspicious smile.

"Hello, Inoue-san!" He yelled cheerfully.

Orihime obviously hadn't heard him come in because she shrieked and instantly took up a fighting stance, to which Urahara promptly fell on his ass in surprise!

"Oh Urahara-san, you scared me! Are you ok?" She asked in her small voice, while awkwardly bringing her arms back down.

Urahara rubbed his behind, mumbled something about troublesome teenagers, then turned his magic smile back on, and quickly spun around to face Orihime again.

"Ah, Inoue-san you are finally awake." Urahara said in his silky voice while waving his little fan. "You see, you tripped and hit your head at the market while buying my supplies earlier, we were all very worried for you. I'm afraid must you have hit it pretty hard because you've been asleep this entire time and it looks like you've been having dreadful nightmares."

"Huh…?"

Orihime stopped and blinked for a few seconds. What is he talking about? Could that be true? Could it have all been a dream? It would make a lot of sense. But no! It felt so very, very real, there's no way it could have been a dream. Then again, what were the odds that Ichigo did actually turned into a cat, and after all people do tell me I have a wild imagination…

Meanwhile, as Urahara was inside the room weaving his magic, Ichigo was sitting nervously outside the door listening in.

That lie is not going to work, he thought.

He sighed and leaned his head back against the wall and stared up at the wood ceiling.

Inoue has always been pretty sharp. She remembered the time I saved her from her brother and she was the only other person to show resistance to Aizen's shinkai. She's definitely strong. Let's see how long we'll be able to get away with this… Although, it might not be such a bad thing if she thought it was all a dream…

Ichigo blushed at the memory. Now fully clothed in a t-shirt and jeans, and back in his body, he was starting to feel the same dread and worry that Orihime had felt just a few minutes ago. If she ever finds out that was really me she may never want to speak to me again, it would prove that I betrayed her trust. I only want the best for her, how could I have done that, I was completely naked on top of her! Oh my god, Oh my god!…

His whole body began turning red at the memory and his scowl deepened to inhuman proportions. He always prided himself on being anything but a pervert, he cared about Inoue so much, it would just tear him up inside if he lost her trust over something so weird and stupid. That's how Urahara managed to talk him into this little "dream" plan.

I'll definitely make it up to her! He vowed.

It was at that moment that the door to the room slid open and Ichigo quickly jumped to his feet. His body tensed up and froze as he saw the auburn hair beauty coming towards him.

Inoue was walking out of the room in kind of a daze, with Urahara's surprisingly detailed explanation buzzing through her head... Could it have been a dream from my silly, crazy mind?...

She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice Ichigo standing just a foot in front of her!

Ichigo reached out and grabbed her shoulders before she could collide with him.

"Woah, careful there Inoue." Ichigo said, and quickly took his hands off her shoulders because they felt like they were on fire! He had a split second to think, Why the hell…? Before he noticed that she was looking right into his eyes.

She felt like she was going to pass out again -- her big wide hazel eyes looked into his intense honey ones for what seemed like an eternity (but was just a few seconds) before tearing her gaze away and looking at the floor.

If she had paid attention to the rest of his face she might have noticed a blush creeping across the bridge of his nose but she did not.

Ichigo was feeling strange too, and he chalked it up to guilt. None-the-less he couldn't seem to look at her either and both looked down at the floor, each thankful that the other was not able to see their face.

Despite everything, though, Inoue was his friend and after all that he heard her say, and all that he felt for her in that apartment before the cavalry broke in, Ichigo was determined to at least spend more time with her if that's what she wanted.. Maybe he'd be able to make everything up to her that way!

"Hey, uh Inoue," He said, still looking at the floor while trying to keep his voice steady and casual, "Now that you're awake, I've been meaning to ask you. Keigo and the others invited me to this stupid movie tonight. I'm not a big fan but if you want you should come with us."

Inoue let out a small gasp and her eyes widened. Did she hear right?? Was he asking her to go with him to a movie?? No, no, it wasn't a date or anything, Keigo and Mizuiru would be there also.

She didn't know if she could though. After all the crazy dreams she had had that felt so incredibly real and vivid, especially at the end… she might be embarrassed the whole night over that dream! She was starting to worry that maybe her silly little mind was becoming corrupted and perverted, she could barely look at Ichigo now without remembering his rock hard abs… and.. and…!!

Orihime was preparing to just run away as her train of thought took her into the gutter, but what Ichigo said next made her change her mind.

"If you don't want to go, that's ok, but then I won't go either. I need one other friend there who I like in order to tolerate this one."

Her whole chest filled up with happiness. One other friend who he likes!

She blushed madly and stared down at her toes. "O… Ok, Kurosaki-kun."

Ichigo released a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He didn't know why he felt so relieved, it's not like he wouldn't see her some other time if she didn't want to go. But still he felt a little lighter that he would get to start making things up to her right away.

"Great, we'll meet you there at 8:30." He said quickly and the two ran their opposite directions.

As they ran away from the shop like bats out of hell, Urahara was left in the door way, where he had been standing the whole time watching the painfully awkward and sappy scene play out in front of him.

He sighed, muttered something along the lines of "Damn, hormonal kids," and proceeded to walk back to his private residence where he knew a very impatient and gorgeous kitty was awaiting his arrival…

Hehe NEXT CHAP: The non-date date XD