SUMMARY: Orihime hasn't been to school for three days and Ichigo wonders why, he decides to investigate over at her home, but when he arrives, a portal envelopes him and he finds himself in 1926, without his Shingami powers, in the Private Investigator profession, can he use his deductive reasoning to find Orihime?
A/N: If you do not like the plot or the character plot, then do not read this fic. This is specifically IchigoXOrihime. You have been warned.
DISCLAIMER: All belongs to the genius himself, Kubo-sensei.
'He could feel her Spiritual Pressure emanating from within the room, but it felt...old, as if it was just lingering around.'
CHAPTER 1:
Hide.
Orihime finished her usual rounds at The Blue Twist and she was heading home, her white fur coat wrapped around her shoulders and torso, smiling happily. "If only Tatsuki-chan were here with me, we'd have so much fun!" Orihime jumped and twisted gracefully in the air, her blue hairpins holding her hair up, she felt their tingling warmth and she sighed, knowing that her powers were sealed in this place, but she felt their presence whenever they warmed her head.
'I wonder if Kurosaki-kun is okay. I could feel his Spiritual Pressure before, but then it disappeared, was he fighting?' Orihime wondered, looking up at the sky. Why could she have felt it all the way across 9 decades ago? Is it possible that his power can reach recognition even here? He truly is the strongest Shinigami. Her modest heels clacked against the footpath as she sighed, thinking of her orange-haired hero.
"Poor Kurosaki-kun." Orihime whispered. It felt like years since she had last seen him, even though it must have been only three days. She missed him more than she missed everyone else. She missed her scowling faced, orange-haired savior.
"Inoue Orihime, I presume?" A voice called from in front of her, her head snapped up, she had been so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn't noticed the man.
His black hat covered his face, the shadows hid everything about him.
"W-who are you?" Orihime whispered, having heard of gangsters and being on guard.
"I'm your number one admirer." He said and held up a gun, pointing it to her chest. "And I won't let you be with anyone else! You have betrayed me and our love!"
This man was completely delusional.
"Excuse me, stranger-san. Please do not do anything rash." She said, the numb feeling of fear started to settle in, making her legs shake.
'No! I will be strong! I will stay strong, just Kuchiki-san! and Kurosaki-kun!' Orihime screamed in her head and walked towards the stranger wielding the deadly weapon, the dark abyss of the barrel beckoned her. Orihime's gray eyes watched him, the man's dull brown hair and dull eyes would not make him stand out in a crowd. Maybe that's why he's opted for violence.
"Stop! Don't come near me or I'll shoot! I promise!" He yelled, his hand holding the creation of death and destruction shook.
"No you won't. If I committed such an offence against you, and if you loved me so, you will not shoot, it's just an empty threat." Orihime said, using her newfound charm and wit. Tatsuki's mentor voice wafted in her brain, telling her the correct moves and techniques to disarm the man and temporarily incapicitate him long enough for her to throw the gun away and flee.
'Just a little closer..' Orihime thought and she took a half step back, her hands ready, her stance defensive, yet invisible to the untrained eye. Her back was slightly arched, tense, her legs parted by a fraction, her shoulders pulled back and her hands open, fingers hooked like claws.
"Orihime-chan.." The stranger whispered, his eyes half-open, darkened with unrestrained passion, his hands reached for hers.
'An opening! Take him down now!' Tatsuki's voice ordered Orihime, and her body snapped into action without a moments hesitation, just like her best friend taught her.
Her hooked fingers clasped around his wrists and she flicked the gun out of his hand, then using her body, she ducked under his arm and pulled it tightly against his back, making him cry out and her left heel pressed into the back of his knee.
All done with careful precision.
To Orihime, it was a slow process as she had practiced many times, yet, to the casual observer, the entire affair had lasted less that 10 seconds.
The stranger lifted his other arm and she quickly ground her heel into his knee, making him drop like a sack of potatoes and her hold on his arm ceased. He held his injured limb and Orihime fled the scene, kicking off her heels and ran barefoot to a dark corner, trembling as the adrenaline left her body and she fell to her knees, prone to the fear.
Her body shook.
Orihime heard the heavy footsteps of his close arrival and she pressed her hand to her mouth to effectively silence her ragged breath, breathing calmly and silently through her nose.
He ran straight past her and Orihime waited until his footsteps receded into the distance.
Orihime poked her head out and quickly scooped up her shoes and flagged down the nearest taxi that passed by, telling the man her preferred destination, he drove her obediently to the desired location.
He watched, calculating eyes assessed her as she stumbled into the taxi with easy grace. Even when exhausted and horrified, she was still gorgeous. He lowered the camera, he had gotten very interesting photos.
One when she was walking to the offender.
Another when she incapacitated said offender, multiple photographs to relay every technique.
And one other when she was going to the taxi.
She was beautiful.
He had to watch her, watch her every move, study her daily timetable, what she does every day. What her routine is, her favourite song, favourite food, favourite everything.
The only thing was, he knew everything about her.
He knew every single thing that happens in her daily life.
In her sleeping patterns. He should know, he had spent more than his fair share of an evening, after exorcising hollows, he would watch Orihime after sneaking in through the window, for hours.
There was always a reason he didn't show up to school often, and that was because he was too tired to think of anything but Inoue.
"Inoue Orihime. Hime-chan. I'm here, don't worry." Ichigo whispered and took off his hat and stepped out of the dark alleyway and watched the car drive away, seeing his sweet Hime-chan drive off without a second glance to him.
There was always another time to exchange pleasantries, maybe after he finished this job.
Kurosaki Ichigo grinned, putting his dark hat back on, which hid his spiky orange hair, he knew that if he walked out in public without a hat, Orihime would spot him immediately, if not faster.
Orihime dreamt of him, his chocolate brown eyes, orange hair, muscular build from Shinigami training, peach skin, unflawed or blemished.
His strong, calloused hands ran up and down her naked hips in a pleasurable sensation, which gave her a shiver from her spine to there.
His sweet lips, tasting of berries and Ichi-kun. Just like she had fantasized
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CLIFFHANGER!
What will happen in Orihime's dream? Or is it happening for real? Is he actually there?
Find out more in the next installment.
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-Ichigo looks at me with wide eyes and berrytasting lips-
Ichigo: I think you went a little far, erase the last bit, and the bit where I watch her in bed. I don't do that!
-Ichigo goes red-
Riko: Your a liar Kurosaki-san. Everyone knows you watch her.
Ichigo: Shut the fuck up REN-SAN!
Riko- Bye now!
-I do the peace sign and wink-
Arigatou!
RIKOREN xD