A/N: If you do not like any of these character plots. It's simple. Don't read this story.

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CHAPTER 2:

SHOCKED AND LOST.

Ichigo stared at his friend who was walking in his room in wonder. Orihime's memory was gone. Gone was the eccentric bubbly girl who made the weirdest food and made up the craziest stories with her over-creative imagination. Gone was the girl who made him look forward to school, who made him happy when she smiled a full smile at him, reminding him why he should always thank God that he had friends like her. The harmonious calls that made his heart thud: 'Kurosaki-kuuun!'

Tears swam in his eyes as he remembered the girl who would now be gone to him forever.

"Excuse me, mister. I never caught your name...I don't even know mine.." Orihime's voice jolted him. Ichigo refused to turn around, for fear the tears would take him over completely.

"Your name is Inoue Orihime. You're 16 years old and you attend Karakura High. I'm Kurosaki Ichigo, I'm 16 years old, we attend the same school, were in the same English class, you have this weird fascination with wasabi, honey and red-bean paste, you were born September 3rd and you had an older brother Inoue Sora, who died when you were a girl." Ichigo told her everything, leaving out the part of where he is a Soul Reaper and she can use her magical hairpins to heal someone from almost death.

Orihime was asleep on his bed, such a beautiful sight, such goddess-like beauty. Ichigo never thought he'd see the likes of it in his own bedroom, not even on his bed. But reality ripped him away from the surreal imaginings. Orihime was gone.

'Ichigo, she may never recover from this. She just may need things to remember by herself. You need to help her." Kurosaki Isshin spoke to his son in a calm fashion.

"How do I do that, old man?"

"Show her, teach her all of what Inoue Orihime knew. What she was, how her warmth touched the hearts of those she knew, even her enemies. Show this Inoue. Show her what she used to be like."

How he could show her, he had no idea.

Just looking at her lost form scared him. Orihime was the only thing that could bring him back from his eternal damnation.

"She used to call me Kurosaki-kun. It's funny, something that seemed so minuscule now has left a giant hole in my heart, the absence of Inoue Orihime is killing me slowly. She needs to come back. I need her back. What will I do without you Inoue? What will I do?" Ichigo looked outside the window, looking out to the stars, hoping in one of the healing shards of light, Orihime was there, listening to him while she ate a strawberry cake with whipped cream and wasabi, honey along with red-bean paste.

She loved this stranger.

She didn't know how, or why, but she did.

It was hard enough not knowing who she was, she didn't need someone who she had feelings for and she couldn't even remember who they were. And the worst part was, she was compelled to keep her emotions a secret. As if her old self had convinced herself to do so.

Everything about him fascinated her, the easy grace he moved with, his muscular yet lean physique, spiky orange hair that you wouldn't see every day, tan peach skin that didn't have one blemish on it, full lips that were permanently turned down, eyebrows screwed together and dark chocolate eyes that seemed to carry an intensity that called to Orihime.

He had her bewitched.

Kurosaki Ichigo was a mysterious man, and she wanted to get to know him better.

Jeez, she wanted to know herself better.

She obviously never felt feelings like this for another person, but by God, did she want to express them to him, she wanted to stop pretend-sleeping, get up from her place, hug him and tell him of her love. But that would probably never happen. She was too exhausted firstly, and secondly, she didn't know the guy. Although, her other self probably knew him very well if she was in his bed for recovery.

She had heard him speak to himself.

'She used to call me Kurosaki-kun. It's funny, something that seemed so minuscule now has left a giant hole in my heart...'

She needed to let him know that the hole in his heart will be healed, she needed to heal him in order for him to stop feeling down. She wanted to let him know that he was not alone in this transition.

"Kurosaki-kun..." She whispered, making it seem like she was asleep, having 'heard' him in her slumber.

"Oh, Inoue. I want to help you. I want to free you. But what can I do? I can fight off an army. I can fight punks at school. But I can't fight this depression inside me. Please Inoue, save me from this. I need you back." Ichigo whispered, his arms encircling Orihime and he lay beside her, his body pressed against her back and she felt hot tears drip down her neck.

'Kurosaki-kun..I will help you. And then you can become strong again, and I can remember who I was.' Orihime thought and she concentrated on falling asleep.

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