Oh, ladies we know how guys can be.. This chapter is rated M for Mature adult theme's.
Yes that's right, this is my first time writing.. that stuff, and man it's difficult!
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I hadn't been expecting him, yet there he was in front of me; And I was ready.

Even though I was positive I wasn't able to handle a gun, I acted convincing. My hands quivered so I fought to keep them under control.

Finally he lifted himself and looked at me. I would never forget his face, powered by the fact it had been me pointing the weapon. I flashed a look towards Nel, aware that I was going to have an audience and maintained my focus.

I wasn't expecting him to speak but he managed to spit out at me, "A little sadistic, Princess?"

"I don't mind you calling me that, but I suggest you answer me," His facial expression turn confused, "Are you the one that killed my brother?"

He quickly taunted again and shook his head in disbelief, "I don't think you have it in you."

To make my point clear I stepped closer and nudged the foreign object, "Answer me!"

"Alright, alright," He panicked and gravitated towards the tile. One hand braced himself while the other waved before him to stop me, "Aizen invented the poison. It was him!"

At that point I became unsure of my actions. Ginjo was a man I was once familiar but now I failed to be sensible against any truth of his.

"You were trying to kill Ulquiorra. Ginjo," I pointed out still searching for an answer, "If you wanted my money, why's did you keep him from seeing me with your constant meetings?"

He grimaced, "What are you-"

"Answer me! I know your the one that's been dragging him to those meetings everyday and I know about Tsukushima! I'm actually surprised you had me fooled this far in," My tone was hard and aggressive as I rephrased, "If you were so set on getting my money, why were you trying to wreck our engagement?"

He took a long heavy breath and shifted to his knee's, "At first Aizen's focus was Ulquiorra. Then, you came into the picture," His head hung before he continued, "I'm sorry. Even though I refused, he sent Tsukushima to get you to sign the papers since he'd gone as far as kill your brother. The man was corrupt. He took everything too far, so I killed him. Now, that I admit to."

He flashed me a quick look of anger that I had to disturb with a frustrated tone, "Aizen isn't dead."

Instead of watching his pained reaction, I became distracted by the boys turning the corner.

"Orihime? What the-," Renji yelled as he stood slightly unbalanced. His eyes then ogled me, "Is that my gun?"

"Renji," I pleaded unable to handle the situation any further, "Get him out of here?" As Renji approached Ginjo I began to feel the heavy palpitation inside my chest from emotional trauma of such an unfamiliar act. I fell victim to a few tears and stared at the gun against my palm.

When I looked back Renji had finished with the cuffs and was on his way to console me. He sent Mr. Kurosaki with Ginjo off to the front which I was grateful for. I truly wished for him not to see me this way but it was something I had no control over. Renji eyed the gun and slipped it from my hands, shoving it inside his belt before embarrassing me.

"It's going to be okay, Orihime," He whispered softly, "You did good. The police are on their way and everything's going to be fine." I didn't know how loud my crying was. Renji's jacket had firmly sealed off my mouth and there was no one to there to witness. It had become impossible to stop but I know I needed to try. I shut my mouth, closed my eyes and took in one deep breath. Renji's voice was so subtle then, "You should find Ulquiorra to let him know whats happened, okay?"

I knew he was right.

A small blanket I was earlier offered was the only thing that kept me from the cold. I grew tired of waiting and sleep was about to take me once he finally returned. His hand covered his face as he shook his head.

"I just spoke with the police," He sighed softly, "They set a court date if your wanting to go." Once his eye's came into view I curled my finger's over my suited dress and gave him and unnerving smile. His shoulder's relaxed before he took a seat next to me. His hand covered mine and with pleasant smile he begged for one in return. Trying to escape in invite I gazed at the floor, unwilling to give in. He patiently leaned back, "Are you going to be alright?"

"I'm just really exhausted," I spoke with certainty. My eyelid's shut involuntarily and as my breath escaped me, my head falling lower. I knew I was on the brink of sleep, and was no longer able to carry myself home. I meekly smiled and turned to him, "Seems the news about us hasn't spread. Thank you."

His expression changed instantly, "For what?"

"I wanted some time to tell everyone myself before the news got out," I spoke respectfully again, "Thank you."

"No. Thank you, Orihime. You didn't have to attempt this by yourself, yet you managed," He chuckled, "Stark said he let you in which surprised me. And Nel told me you put on quite a show."

I felt my cheek's flame, "Oh."

He placed his hands against the cold stone beneath us and shifted slightly to look off into the sky. With one brow raised he requested, "Can I ask how you knew to come here tonight?"

"So you came to see Ichigo?" I repeated for myself in my dismay.

"Well not exactly," Rukia quivered, "I wanted to let them know that they should talk to Ginjo about Tsukushima. They were apparently really close. That's what my brother said," Her statement put me into total shock when I pieced everything together, "Plus, Ginjo was the one who told everyone Aizen was dead but they never found the body. It's very suspicious." She pouted with her finger pressed to her mouth, nearly biting the tip.

Knowing exactly where I would stop off next, I got myself prepared with my bag in hand.

"It was something someone said that made me think of it," I grinned, eternally grateful to what Rukia had told me.

Ulquiorra sat impressed with my answer and peacefully stated, "Now that everything is dealt with. I think it's safe for you to go home." His arm wrapped around the blanket I was bundled in and lifted me to my feet, letting me rest myself against the crest of his shoulder. Helping me towards my carriage for the night, we parted with short farewell's.

"What is it?" Renji cut in, preventing further thoughts and watched over them the same way I did, "Should I go talk to Orihime?"

"Not tonight," I tried my best to speak subtly, "He might kill you if he found out we were here."

"I'll try tomorrow then," Renji grunted as he turned away, kicking rocks.

That night I left those two alone and regret every second of it.

I would never understand how I managed to keep backing down, but I refused to chase a girl that didn't feel the same. It was something I couldn't force; no matter how desired, or how needed. It tore away at me. I wasn't there for her when she needed me even though I had wanted so badly for it to be me. My hope's again, were killed when I received another summons from my father that night.

I tore open the seal, yanking on the fine slip of paper.

My dearest son,

I am so disappointing in you! I was sure you would have found a beautiful bride by now.
Never-the-less, since you've taken so long I've asked Kaien, again, to take you home.
Have your things packed for March 17th.

P. S . - This time, go through with it! I've ordered him to act if necessary.

With love, Dad.

I felt my hands turn clammy. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't seem to swallow enough saliva, angered by my father.

"Are you sure about this, Ichigo," Renji squirmed in an irritated manor, "I thought you weren't going through with it? I mean Orihime-"

"I have to face it sooner or later, Renji," I shook myself free from all the unwanted nerves and regained my posture, "She seems content with Ulquiorra and I don't want to ruin it for her." Renji examined my face for any hint of uncertainty which forced me to respond with a stern glare. Throwing his hands in the air, he spewed all sorts of unfamiliar rants to himself before strutting off.

Knowing Renji, he was one to get frustrated with me easily but his frantic persistence was something new. In that moment, Tessai stepped forward with the princess at hand, "Princess Kuchiki has arrived, Mr. Kurosaki."

She ascended closer only to be helped to her seat at the dinning table, "Good afternoon, Ichigo."

"Thank you, Tessai." I rubbed my chin nervously as he made his way off the patio, "Afternoon, Rukia."

"I'm quite surprised you asked me to come," She admitted daintily as she eyed the surrounding view, "Where's Renji?"

My eyes darted about to see if he was still present. "He just left. He's off to town to-"

"Ichigo," She asked quite eager, taking her sweet time composing her thoughts, "Can-Can I ask you a personal question?"

Her flustered reaction was contagious, "Like?"

"Now, I know it's not my place but," She stuttered, "Renji, does he have a thing for Orihime?"

Somehow I managed to take offense, "What? Hell no!"

Her eye's flickered, "Really?"

"Rukia," I begged slightly irritated, "Why would you even think that?"

"Orihime said," She gulped, trying to explain, "She said she ended her engagement with Ulquiorra then came here to talk to him."

I paused by her reply, "She canceled the wedding?"

Rukia nodded nervously and continued, "Plus, Renji ran off when we were dancing, so I thought maybe he was already interested in someone else."

All thoughts and images of Orihime dragged through my mind before I realized what Rukia was trying to get across.

Without fully realizing it herself, she was upfront about admitting her feelings towards Renji. Her heated cheeks proved the theory and I found it astonishing. I hadn't seen Rukia that happy for the longest time and had now fully witnessed her uncertainty of our engagement. I smiled to myself, wondering how I had managed to not explain my feelings either since her's had been so obvious.

"You and Renji," I expelled in in my thoughts. She nodded before sipping her tea. I couldn't hold back the heavy beating inside my chest. I wanted to shout what I was holding back, but I couldn't stomach it. Even when Rukia spoke her mind I found it hard to confess and it shamed me that I couldn't be as forward.

"You caught me in good timing with your invite, Ichigo," Rukia laughed slightly, "Because since there's no wedding, we should be leaving for home soon and I wanted to see you both again before I do, if I may?"

"I actually think it would be in your best interest for you to stay, Rukia," I couldn't keep my smile hidden, "Just a few more days."

I couldn't waste the chance to confess, so I braved the opportunity given.

"Are you sure about this, Tatsuki?" I squeaked.

"I'm certain of it," She heavily nodded, "This dress will do it for him!"

I held back my excitement as I examined the way the dress surrounded my figure, "But I'm not even sure I will see him today."

"Look Orihime," She wagged her finger and pointed towards my reflection, "The man's quite absurd, but I'm sure he's not stupid enough to ignore a woman like like you."

I padded the fabric beneath me deeply inhaling. "When's Riruka coming?"

"Very soon, Miss. I'll go prepare the tea!" Before I could speak she scurried out the door. I couldn't help but giggle.

When turning back to the mirror, I decided the woman inside could not have been my own reflexion. I visably evolved over time and was uncertain as to if it suited me. I was refined, taller, and confident. It wasn't the me I knew. I remembered a small and shy girl with no poise to my walk and now everything had changed. I once was a girl curious of love and now I felt a woman being consumed by it.

"It's nice to see you again," Riruka smiled cheerfully before setting a mistery object on the table.

"Yes it is,"I beamed, "How have you been?"

"Good thanks," She watched me ogle the curious object before her and snickered, "I brought you something. I got it in town. It's supposed to be a good luck charm for meeting guys."

I joined her laughter, "Uh-Thank you, Riruka!"

"I figured you would need it but then I heard you got engaged. And felt- Well, I felt I was too late to give it to you," Her hands hit her lap as she shrugged while taking in a huge breath.

"Oh, the marriage," I muttered to myself, "I called off the wedding a few days ago, Riruka. I told Ulquiorra to keep it a secret for now so I would have time for my letter to get to my aunt and tell everyone myself."

"Oh no," She gasped, placing her hand carefully aside her gaped mouth, "What happened?"

"It's a really long story," I became uneasy, "I found myself thinking of someone else."

"Oh," Her smile returned and her curiosity grew, "And what's he like?"

"He's tall, with orange hair," I point to my head, laughing over the image of his stern scowl I had in my mind, "He look's sometimes intimidating but it's just a mask. He's really quite nice once u get to know him."

"Sounds like a dream?" Riruka joked.

"I may see him later today," While day dreaming I gave her a smile, "So, this should come in handy." I rose my hands over each tea cake, to prevent my tummy for rumbling. Choosing strawberry to suit my mood before finishing slight gossip with the pink haired Princess. Tatsuki then appeared with an unfamiliar man by her side.

"Miss Orihime? Princess Riruka? This is our new doctor at the estate," Tatsuki introduced, keeping a polite tune, "Doctor Uryuu Ishida."

The lanky man of silken black hair recited a bow before us, "Good afternoon, Madam's."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ishida," I laughed at his charm and Riruka greeted him the same.

"Pleased to meet you both," He continued looking to me before mentioning, "Your aunt sends you her regards, Princess."

It reminded me again to send her a letter. "Will you be with us much longer today, Mr. Ishida?"

"Just for awhile," He pondered, "Miss Arisawa promised to show me where I would be staying from now on, if that's okay?"

"Yes, of course," I clapped happily, "I just hope that you will enjoy your stay here."

His right hand crossed his chest as he bowed again, his civility reminding me of my aunt's formal demeanor. If the man had been sent here by her, he was up most qualified for the job for certain. Tatsuki widely grinned after bowing, pulling back aside him in their exit, "I'll escort him to his room. You lady's enjoy yourselves."

During my quiet tea with Riruka I managed to fully explain my feelings towards the man I would be seeing later and with that being said, I was pleased to hear she was anxious to meet him. I felt anxious myself. It was turned three o'clock when she left, giving me a few hours before the guys would arrive for dinner at six. I knew there was not much to think over on the subject but I still felt the need to be alone.

I found myself waiting in the library until that time in solitude. It may have been slightly rude not to seek out the new doctor for conversation but I had decided to save it for later. While skimming through the pages of one of my most beloved books, I realized I wasn't focusing on the printed words at all. My fingers fiddled with the small blue charm until the time come when Tatsuki called me for dinner.

Leaving the study I followed her to the dining room, noticing that both guys were nowhere to be seen and refused to ask questions. I was beyond afraid to find out what the reason's for there absence would be and hadn't wanted Tatsuki to explain otherwise. As the table had been prepared, I ran over to open door's to gaze outside to kill the time, also wondering if I would be able to see their car.

"Didn't start dinner without me?" I turned to see Renji grinning with his hat in his hands.

"Oh Renji," Astounded by his arrival I blurted, "I-I wasn't sure you would come."

"Of course I would," He clarified and grimaced towards me, "How come you're outside?"

"Oh, just enjoying the view," I scurried from the rail and ran back towards the door where he waited, "Where is Mr. Kurosaki?"

He sighed deeply and rubbed the back of his neck, "He planned a lunch with Rukia. So I'm not exactly sure what he's doing right now."

I could feel my stomach twist uncomfortably, "I see," Quickly realizing he was sensing my distress I instantly changed the subject, "Well, dinner's ready."

We took our seats at the long dining table, hidden beneath a lengthy cloth and bowls of food. The room remained quiet as all server's left the open room. I was partway through eating my cauliflower when Renji gawked at me, "You know I'm really proud of you," I dropped the silver fork to stare at him, "I mean it was a stupid selfish thing you did, but I'm proud," He added non-nonchalantly, "You really could have been hurt, Orihime."

"Oh, I just," I began to stutter, "I'm sorry, Renji. I didn't mean to worry anybody."

"It's alright. I guess I understand," He grumbled, then took a sip of of his whine and began his steak before asking, "Are you going to want to go to the court house?"

"Ulquiorra told me the day already," I gazed at the food before me, "I might, but I'm not certain I'm up for it."

His eye's hardened, giving him a serious yet concerned look, "Well if you do decide you want to go, I'll go with you."

"Thanks Renji," I uttered as I stirred the potatoes. I thought about how much I had missed my brother as I focused on my plate.

I was forced to take his unused seat at the table since his passing, and I remember fondly looking over towards him in this direction. My old empty seat was proof that I was no longer the small girl, but a woman in charge of her own kingdom. And at his funeral, I promised I would make the right decisions for this kingdom and prayed I hadn't ruined it so far. The procession was only three weeks ago but it seemed like an eternity.

My dinner with Renji went by fast seeing as how I was in no mood for conversation, but I hardly felt Renji took any offense since he was originally the quiet type himself. He was fond of the silence and for now, I myself felt the same.

"Let me know your decision before the court day, alright?" He whispered after saying his farewell's.

I gave him a quick hug and a false smile, "I will, promise."

After Renji left I began to mope about the kingdom, wondering if taking a walk would cheer me up as usual.

Passed the library and down the hall, I stared out a wide window with it's curtains still pulled open. The night looked dreary and cold, showing warnings of rain. The wind shook the window causing rattled noises to scare me towards my final decision; It was too miserable and late for me to be walking about outside.

I pressed on back towards my bedroom, passing a few people on my way and composed sincere good night's before eventually finding Tatsuki on my way. She quickly struck a match to light a candle before my eyes adjusted to my dark bedroom.

She pressed on towards my bed as I watched her, fluffing both pillows, "There, Miss. Your bedding's all clean for tonight. Anything else I can do for you? Would you like water? Your dress-"

"No, it's fine Tatsuki. I can manage," I gave her a small smile, "I'll be up for awhile yet." She nodded while preparing herself a lantern. It was a common thing for me to ask since I loved writing in my journal at night and when I was fully able to untie my outfit, "Have a goodnight, Miss Tatsuki." As she shut my bedroom door I found myself alone in a dim lit room.

I slowly paced towards my vanity, taking a seat before examining myself inside the mirror. Staring at the drawer that contained my journal the winds outside raged passed my window. I knew it would be hard for me to sleep tonight but I slightly against writing.

I pulled out the blue crest charm from my pocket, doubting it's luck as I placed it next to the expensive powders inside their frail basket. I decided it was time for bed after fondly gazing at the charm, rising from my seat. The winds outside grew louder as the windowsill shook.

I paused, scared as the silent tapping grew louder.

Quite terrified I slowly drew closer and pulled back the curtain. Against the moonlight there was an obvious shadow, tall and recognizable. Quickly I pulled the lever to unlock the door as he stumbled in, "Mr. Kurosaki," I gasped and we both fought the close the window, "What are you-"

"I'm glad this is your room," He chuckled and rubbed the slight amount of water from his face, "I was worried I would get it wrong."

I scowled at his intrusion but couldn't keep it. I was glad he had come to see me, "And if you did get the wrong room?"

I couldn't help but laugh after he blinked and ran his fingers through his hair, "I guess Tatsuki would have killed me."

Noticing his uncomfortable stance I rushed to grab him a small blanket as he examined the room shyly, "Here."

His eyes flashed to the blanket and accepted it, "Thanks. It's pretty awful out there. At least it wasn't raining to bad," He dragged the blanket across his shoulders, hair then dried off his hands, "Sorry I surprised you like that."

"That's alright," My face flushed slightly so I slowly etched away to keep some distance, "How come you came?" He breathed as he remembered with the blanket still wrapped in his hands. When noticing I quickly went to retrieve it, regretting to have moved closer.

"I heard you called off your wedding."

Avoiding his eyes on me I slipped the blanket it from his hands and slowly placed it back on the bench on the end of the bed.

"Is that true?"

I tried keeping a steady breath as he cautiously walked closer. I simply couldn't help meekly smiling to myself, "It is."

In one step, his hands ran down my wrists to my fingertips. His chest slightly pressed against my back as his chin nearly met my shoulder. It was obvious he too had been smiling when he admitted, "I'm glad you chose me."

Cold shivers grew over my skin as his nose nuzzled my ear. The smell of him made me dreary as his fingers gripped my hands tighter, grazing in a playful manor.

Slipping from his hold I looked up to see something in his eyes that I hadn't expected. His masculine features were flawless as his hazy eyes focused only on me, intensely brightened in valor. The sight of him made me believe once again that he hadn't belonged in this world. He was more than a man, even more than a godsend.

His alpine height bent to meet my own for a respectful kiss. Lips remaining locked with my own as he breathed through his nose, melting my focus.

We parted before his amber eyes watched my hands rise, conforming his fallen dampened hair as he drifted over my appearance. Heavy palms covered my shoulders, stepping closer to evoke another kiss as I relaxed inside his grasp. Shrouding my skin and calming my nerves, rapturous currents waded throughout my body.

Pulling from me to rest near my ear he dragged his lips downwards to reach my neck, hands holding me still. Letting me rest as he fed on delicate skin, his mouth trailed my collarbones causing me whine, "Mr. Kurosaki?"

He ceased all kisses before asserting, his nose pressed against mine, "Is that really necessary?"

I had understood, but before I could respond his mouth sealed off my own. In another experimental kiss his tongue sought entry that I allowed. His hands firmly held my waste, fingers coiling against the interfering fabric as the movement grew deeper. Fiddling with his coat without making any possible improvement, his hands roamed the skin of my back.

Before I was aware his fingers weaved inside my hair and freed the restraining clip. Waves of my hair fell to my shoulders for the first time as he watched intrigued, locked on the colour as he pulled my hips to his.

With our foreheads pressed together he recalled as his free hand remained lost inside my hair, "You had me scared yesterday."

I cupped his jawline and pulled him lower to meet me, hopefully proving there was no longer anything to worry over. I wished all the bad memories in waiting aside. He was finally here with me.

Feeling myself fall backwards, I tugged at his coat and forced it to the floor as his lips remained intact with mine. He loosened his tie, delaying the pearled buttons on his shirt. While smiling at his efforts I fell prey to his flaunted chest slightly hidden underneath. My hands traveled across his warm skin and formed against the thick muscle as he crouched.

The backing of my dress unfastened causing it to fall to the floor, leaving me on display. I fumbled backwards towards the bed, clamping my legs shut and raising my arms to guard my chest. With small effort to avoid any further embarrassment for my myself, he turned slightly and slipped from his shoes.

The white fabric of his shift drifted to the floor, unveiling the sun kissed skin across his svelte stomach. His powerful facade lingering above, watching me before advancing closer. His eyes left my face to dazed at the body I belonged before long fingers ran over the tight apparel across my backside. He forced another kiss as he lent down and in his tight hold we descended further to the bed.

While undoing his belt I had hoped his eyes would no longer linger on me. Yet, he pulled away and I was once again bewitched by his flawlessly built body. An intimidating smile formed across his lips before lowering to my stomach. His hands grasped my sides as his lips drew across my belly. I flinched at the sensitive thrill his praising lips caused across my hips. He clawed the nylon leggings and unhooked the straps.

I became aware of how fast everything had been moving and sprung from the bed. Knowing I was slightly hesitant he rose, beating me in the game of physical strength. In such a position a man could do anything.

His fiery eyes kept me still before pressing his jaw to my neck. Under the pressure I became weary and closed my eyes. To resist something so enjoyable was a futile effort. The heat of his body burned my skin and drew me closer. I fought to control my breath beneath the weight of his hardening body, his muscles contracting in his yearning as his hands rushed over me.

Pulling the fabric that covered my chest, he gazed my cool skin before pulling it from me completely. My breath caught in my throat as his tongue marked every inch of flesh. I fell lost beneath the slickness of his mouth even more as his hand slipped inside my underwear, flicking lightly as my yearning grew stronger.

His body drifted lower and spread out my legs to eat away any purity that remained. His hands traveled over my stomach to caress my chest as my body began to burn. I found myself begging as my breath became thicker, causing him climb between my legs and meet my mouth. Ordered by my craves he collapsed and hardened against me during a deep kiss.

"Are you certain you want this?" He heaved next to my ear. During a shallow swallow I nodded, fully accepting as he pressed into me. My frailty fought through its breaking point, causing me to cry before he indulged me with long kisses.

Looking up to him afterwards I saw his brows curved in concern, "Are you alright?" Ignoring his question I suggested he move faster to distract myself. Biting my lip I became adjusted to his thickness, feeling myself turn tighter as my toes coiled.

His body shielded me from the world I knew as he quickened his pace, moans slipping from his mouth and causing me to shiver. I was unfamiliar with this kind of pleasure, yet instinct pushed me to fight for more, and he was making it all too easy for me. He delve deeper while forcing a kiss, his hand roughly fondling my chest.

In our bond I desperately fought for breath as his arm and chest muscles contracted. Running my hands through his hair, he shifted my hips tighter to his and continued the beating. I was completely stricken and unable to tame the growing conflicting emotions attacking me. Arching my back I felt myself surface, moaning involuntarily.

"Ichigo."

My body tightened as the pleasure induced small spasms throughout my body. Ichigo smiled as he fell lost inside my voice, panting heavily over me and his fists clenched. His body quivered as he closed in against me, calling him close to his own relief as he collapsed.

My mind cleared as I looked to him, my vision focused. I happily took in his appearance over me, hugging him tightly and refusing to let go. His arms dove under my back before his head dropped to my chest and I kissed the crown of his head.

After he gathered his strength back he rolled to his side, using his arms to pull me towards him as he smiled and whispered, "Good night, Orihime."

I clung to his warmth and rested below his chin, only to quickly fall deep into sleep.