A/N: If you do not like the plot or character plot, then don't read the fic.

SUMMARY: Orihime Inoue: An 18 year old high-school student has a crush. On her English teacher. Mr Ichigo Kurosaki has been dubbed the sexiest teacher to ever work at Karakura Senior School. He is also battling some highly immoral feelings for a certain pumpkin-haired student. During her walk to school, Orihime was attacked by Nnoitra Gilga, a former comrade of Ichigo's in his teen years. As we learn Ichigo's dark past, we also learn that he will protect Orihime, but she is keeping things from him and Ichigo is resorting to his deductive skills. Can he help her with her own demons and somehow gain her trust? Can Orihime look past his biological make-up and see Ichigo for who he is?

WORD COUNT: 1, 356

RATING: M for very dark themes and sexual content.

DISCLAIMER: All is owned by Kubo-sensei.

CHAPTER 7:

Coincidences.

*THIRD PERSON P.O.V.*

Ichigo stands there, shock still as his mouth hangs open. His brain cannot comprehend that his own student, Orihime Inoue is standing in his family home, with Yuzu serving her hot tea. "M-Miss Inoue?! What are you doing here?" Ichigo sputters, his eyes staring into hers.

"Y-you're Ichigo?" Is all Orihime managed to reply, making Ichigo shiver as her lips shape his name perfectly.

"I-I am." Ichigo stares into her eyes, obviously confused, 'how did she not know this?' Ichigo vaguely thinks before turning his attention back to Orihime.

"My brother was here many years ago. His name was Sora. He was mugged and I dragged him here for treatment. I never knew. . ." Orihime's sentence trails off.

"That it was you." Ichigo finishes the sentence, looking at Orihime with saddened eyes. "I can't believe I never recognized you." Ichigo takes a step toward her and his eyes bore into hers.

Orihime smiles gently, tears pooling in her eyes, holding her hand out. "Thank you, Ichigo." She whispers and Ichigo's own eyes glitter with tears as he takes her hand in his, squeezing it softly.

He couldn't speak, but what he could do, was hug her.

Ichigo jerked her closer by their joined hands and he embraced her tightly. "I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry for your loss." Ichigo whispered, he could feel her shuddering breaths as she wrapped her arms around his middle, tightening her hold as she cried into his chest. She had found her faceless Good Samaritan. She found her Ichigo. The family that tried their very best to save her brother's life.

In the arms of her teacher and savior, she cried 7 years of loneliness, confusion, heartbreak and desperation into his white crisp shirt and Ichigo rubbed her back, patting and consoling her with kind words and gentle reassurances.

(..)

Orihime and Ichigo sat opposite each other at the dining table, both nursing a cup of coffee with a plate of snacks between them, courtesy of Yuzu before she accompanied her father to the clinic. Karin wasn't home yet, as she was training well into the night until she perfected some techniques. So it was just the two of them, in the house.

"So you really couldn't see my face?" Ichigo asked, taking a small sip of steaming coffee.

"I couldn't see a thing. All I knew was that this faceless Good Samaritan's name was Ichigo. I never knew your name when you started teaching at Karakura High. All I knew was Mr Kurosaki. That's it." Orihime answered, twisting the mug in semi-circles in each direction periodically.

"And the clinic? What about my Dad and sister?" Ichigo asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this.

"I was too small to see the sign the last time I was here," Orihime explained, "I had Sora on my. . I had him on my back, and today, I took the shortcut, I entered in the middle of a few houses down on the side of the clinic," Orihime took a deep breath before continuing, "and Dr. Kurosaki called himself Dr. Isshin. I didn't know his last name was Kurosaki nor Miss Yuzu, she introduced herself with her first name and you introduced with your last. Just coincidence after coincidence."

Ichigo sighed. "Well that explains it."

Orihime took a large gulp of her sweet hot coffee and asked, "and what about you? You didn't remember me. How come?"

Running a hand through his spiky hair, Ichigo sighed, his eyes heavy with regret as he answered, "I guess, when you're a 17-year-old kid, who's just seen an 11-year-old little girl carrying her big brother on her back from the shops to a medical clinic, blood soaking into her uniform, with cuts and bruises and such a desperate and heartbroken look on her face. . it's not something you'd want to remember and I pushed it back, far into my mind. It was inexcusable of me to do such a thing."

"Not at all. It's a human thing." Orihime smiled reassuringly, "no teenager wants to be burdened with that kind of memory. I don't blame you for suppressing it. I could if I would." She reached over and rested a soft hand atop his.

Twisting his hand, so her palm met his, he closed his fingers around her dainty hand. "I should be the one consoling you, not the other way around."

"I don't mind." Orihime smiled once again, before taking a large gulp of her own coffee, enjoying the taste.

"I figured as much." Ichigo grinned, looking at her with soft eyes, wondering how such a small and bereaved 11-year-old turned into a strong and courageous 18-year-old woman..

(..)

"Thank you for walking me home, Mr Kurosaki." Orihime said, at the entrance of her apartment door.

"No worries. Will I be seeing you at school this week?"

"Yes, I think you will be. I think it's time." Orihime grinned, actually excited to be back at school. She felt as if she could actually be okay.

"I'm very glad." Ichigo held her hand, squeezing it gently. "I know all this stuff is very inappropriate and as a teacher, I shouldn't be doing anything I already I have, so I apologise and I just want to let you know that everyone at school don't know about what's happened and just that they know that you're recovering."

"That's good." Orihime sighed in relief.

"And, I apologize for this as well." Ichigo added, making Orihime lift her head to look at him in confusion as he leaned down and pressed his lips to her cheek, slipping something in her hand and he pulled away, taking one last unguarded gaze at Orihime, her bright red cheeks, her dazed gray eyes and her shocked expression. "Goodnight, my Weaving Princess." Ichigo turned and walked away as if nothing happened.

Orihime fell into the door of her apartment in shock, her free hand touching the place where his lips touched her cheek. It was still tingling. She didn't try to rationalize or logically think a way out of his advance. All she knew was that their student/teacher professional relationship ceased to exist the moment he kissed her cheek.

Looking down at her other hand, she spread her fingers apart and peered at her palm, where a strawberry band-aid rested.

Her eyes welled with tears as she smiled.

He remembered.

Hey guys! I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS INCREDIBLY LATE UPDATE!

I hope this clarifies confusion for you guys as I know a lot of you have PM'd me and reviewed that you were confused as to why Ichigo didn't remember Orihime and she didn't recognize the clinic or know that 'Mr Kurosaki' was in fact, Ichigo.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and I hope to start the next update soon.

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