To say the first night at Ishida's apartment was awkward would have been an understatement to the poor Quincy. How was he to know any of the crazy things she expected? Now that he thought rationally on it, he didn't even understand her when she was normal. Though Ishida had been surprised to see the almost desolate look in the orange haired shinigami's eyes, he had to admit that it was a little bit nice to be the one Inoue was so insistent upon being near. She had so many friends, being the ray of sunlight she was - how in the world had he asked her to live with him? Where had he found the nerve? And what had they experienced in soul society that had created this mysterious 'relationship' of which she'd spoken?

Ishida let out a long sigh as he opened the door to the apartment.

"Sorry about this, Ishida-kun. I promise I'll find my keys really soon!" Inoue said, looking a little jittery as she continued the search on her person. She seemed to think she had her own key to the apartment. He wasn't sure how to convince her that she had left them with Tatsuki. The cat deal had gone over fine, but the keys? Of course not.

"It's alright, Inoue-san. Tatsuki will bring you your key tomorrow, I'm sure it just slipped off your key ring," He said looked doubtful. Why could she believe such silly things as laundry monkeys and not something so logical? He was finding this amnesiac Inoue to be more trouble than the original.

Inoue bounced into the apartment the moment the door had opened, and it felt odd seeing her entering as though she'd done it all her life. She even removed her shoes at the door, which he was sure she neglected to do at her own apartment sometimes. She had a sense of calm to her, but that wasn't to say she was less bubbly. No, she could possibly have been more cheerful around him and it was both pleasing to Ishida as well as embarrassing. For every tree they passed that Inoue had apparently named on their walks home from school, he got one hug. It had been difficult to get this out of Inoue without making her suspicious as it seemed she remembered doing this every day.

"Ishida-kun!"

The cry was frightened, confused and sad all at once. He was pulled from his reverie, noting she had run off with his slippers as he went. He arrived at the doorway to his bedroom in the rarely used guest slippers to find her looking through the spare closet in a panic. Ishida felt a twitch in his eye as he examined the pool of clothing behind her ankles, still on hangers. All were clothes he'd made for the handicrafts club and didn't know what to do with them. He saw the red-head with tears in her eyes, and his mind was wiped of all else as he made quick strides to her.

"What's wrong? Do you hurt anywhere?" He asked, concern making his eyes an intense blue. She looked at him, and he wished she hadn't. The look on her face was similar to the expression she wore when she was thinking about Kurosaki Ichigo. Had she remembered? Was she confused about where she was? There was deep loss in her face, like something important was missing.

"Ishida-kun..."She said, her eyebrows lowering in the classic signs of a crying girl. Of course, Ishida was immediately confused and uncomfortable. But Inoue never did anything half way. She went head first, right to the edge. She threw her arms around his neck and began to cry into his shoulder. He stood frozen, unsure where his hands should be at this moment. They couldn't stay at his sides, as he was sure that would seem colder than the Ishida she knew more intimately. But would it be alright to hold her? The mental image of Kurosaki's father glaring at him left his hands hanging in the air behind her back. Then she spoke between cries. "Uryuu! I can't find it... I looked but it's not there!"

The desperateness in her voice, the loneliness and the hurt sealed his fate. Even if he had held no feelings toward the girl, he was obliged as a gentleman. He kept his hands on the middle of her back, blushing as his long fingers brushed across a bra strap that made a noticeable line against the material of her uniform blouse. She didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she didn't care.

"What are you looking for, Inoue?" He asked, putting on his calm and cool face. His eyes were hidden again, though a light blush still ghosted across his cheeks.

"The blouse... my favourite blouse... you worked so hard to make it and now it's gone..."

"I'll make you another. I'll make you twenty more." Ishida couldn't identify the source of this outburst, but didn't know how else to make her happy again after losing a blouse she never had. She lifted her head, stray moisture clinging to her long eyelashes. He silently cried out to his grandfather for help. He wasn't going to last a week with her. He could already see himself when she got her memory back, and he didn't like the disappointment causing the grimace on his future self. How could he have all her attention like this, and then just lose it to Kurosaki? Him, whom had never been admired by a woman for masculinity or any physical attribute. He shook away the ridiculous thought creeping into his mind that he didn't want to give her back. He'd keep her, and then- and then what? He couldn't. It was a fool's thoughts, likely caused by her close proximity. He was about to release her, when she said it.

"Uryuu," She said softly, a smile touching her face. She raised one hand to let her fingers dance down one of the longer strands of hair to the side of his face. She mouthed something, and he bent his head to watch her lips more closely. And then there were no lips. Just Inoue's moist eyelashes and closed eyes. And where were those lips? Pressed to his. His hands briefly tightened behind her in his shock, which seemed to only encourage her. His brain was frozen and now he was the one confused. Why was she kissing him? Had it been something he'd said?

He could barely recall any words as he felt his face sending out heat waves. His heart sped nervously, and he knew he had to do something. If she had been looking for her clothes in his spare closet, it could only mean that there was one place she was sleeping. It sent his heart pummelling away, and he tried to think of something. What would he do? She was pressing her lips harder against his now, silently prodding him to respond. He couldn't possibly! This was Inoue, the innocent, sweet comrade he had protected with all his power in Soul Society. It would certainly be taking advantage of her if he responded.

But if he didn't? He wasn't sure, but he had a feeling in his gut tell him it might hurt her feelings. In her mind, maybe they did this all the time. She'd think something was wrong if he didn't respond the way he did in her false past. He had to do something quickly, because her eyes were fluttering and threatening to open. She was confused, it was clear in her arched eyebrows. The time for decision was now.

Ishida, with no clue as to what death was better- injury by Tatsuki, Chizuru and everyone else in the world who loved her or injury to Orihime- was not given the chance to decide. A loud grumbling filled the room. He raised one eyebrow, seeing Inoue withdraw and look away blushing. ... what was that just now?

"S-sorry... I'm a little hungry," She said, her arms leaving his shoulders feeling strangely naked and covering her stomach which felt the need to speak up again.

Ishida was sure he was going to cry. His grandfather had come through after all.

"I'll go start making dinner. You should rest and try to be gentle with your head. If you feel any headaches or get sick, please let me know right away," Ishida said, remembering the danger signs for a concussion.

"But we always make dinner together," She pouted. He guided her by one hand barely touching the small of her back, and brought her to the couch. He wanted to make sure she stayed awake and the bedroom was too far from the kitchen and even with spirit powers he wouldn't be able to tell if she passed out or started to feel unusually drowsy.

"No, you need to rest. I will not be responsible for any further injury to you," He said, only wondering a second later if that sounded as much like mothering to her as it did to him. Of course, it was mothering with a dash of Ishida's unique coldness mixed in. She seemed to clue into something then.

"... Ah! So the reason you didn't kiss me back... you're still worried?" She said, watching him. Ishida was sure her grey eyes were beaming warmth at him like car headlights then. He was the one who felt dizzy. He nodded dumbly; glad she was making the excuses for him this time. "You really are like my brother sometimes."

"You kissed your brother?" Ishida asked without thinking. She turned bright colours before coughing into her hand and looking away.

"Of course not... I just meant that you both treat me so gently. But in the end, it's you who needs to be treated so kindly," She said, still smiling. Ishida mentally threw his heart back down into his chest from his throat. It was making some wild trips this evening. He wondered if he might finish being her ward with an untimely heart attack in two weeks.

"Well... what do you want for dinner?" He said, straining to keep his blush under control.

(A/N)

Hey! Glad you could all join me for chapter two. How many bets do we have on the heart attack? Lol, another big round of thanks to my Beta reader Ashari, which is much easier to write than FinalFantasyFanBrat.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ishida Uryuu, Inoue Orihime, Inoue Sora or any kissing fantasies that should occur in said Quincy's apartment.

Reviewers:

FinalFantasyFanBrat: Tee hee. Heap some more sugar on Kita and she'll write you some fluff. Or I'll make more opportunities for some laugh fests. (not sure if there's any room left...)

Hawkeye Chuui: Yay! People like the funniness! Everyone should tell me the part they thought was funniest in their next review. :)

Winterflower: Ah, yes. I don't intend to make this easy for Ishida.

Ishida- Oi! Give me a break! And I have something to discuss in the latest script here!

Inoue- Really? I like that script. I think it's funny.

Ishida- ... a-ah... well if Inoue-san is alright with it...

Inoue- O-ri-hi-me. You're supposed to call me 'Orihime' on page four. ... Ishida? Ishida... are you alright? Umm... Kitahoshi-san, Ishida-kun seems to have fainted.

Ah, don't worry about that. I bought smelling salts in bulk while I was at the store.

SatanHat: Now that you mention it, there could be more torture for our favourite little Quincy. Some more enjoyable torture, I think.

SangoHikari: I hope he's not allergic to cats as well. Or peanuts. But anyway, I can't believe you're reviewing for ME. Little ol' me. I might cry... I feel so important right now that I'll forget the fact I can't ask Ishida if he's allergic to cats since he's still out on the floor

Revised: May 17, 2011