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.

'"Where do you go, Kurosaki-kun? Where do you go when it rains?"'

CHAPTER 3:

Evade.

Orihime gazed up at the orange spikes that adorned the mystery mans head. "Kurosaki-kun?" Orihime whispered, her lips trembled.

"Inoue. ." Ichigo whispered, his dark chocolate eyes stared into her bright gray.

"Why did you hide from me?" Orihime asked, looking at him with big eyes, filling with unshed tears.

"I. . . I. . ." Ichigo couldn't come up with a good excuse, looking into those big eyes and she unmanned him without mercy, without hesitation. And the worst part is, that she didn't even know she was doing it. Was it even right to be thinking such things? Feeling such things for a friend? He would go to the ends of the earth for Orihime, but he would do that for all of his friends. He'd gone to Hell for his friends, and he'd gone to Hueco Mundo for her.

And Hueco Mundo was the equivalent to Hell, for anyone.

So, why couldn't he come up with a good excuse?

He already knew the answer.

{B}

Waiting for his answer was like torture, she couldn't stand not hearing his voice, yet, he had her thinking that he hadn't tried to find her. But she was stupid to think that he wouldn't have tried to find her in the first place. Of course Kurosaki-kun would have come to find her, he must have been to her apartment and been sucked in the portal. It was still a mystery as to why a portal had appeared into her apartment, and sent her to the past.

"Inoue. . I have no excuse for my actions. I hid from you for a petty reason, but it was for a good intention. This lady, was scared that you were with her husband because you worked at the bar, and since you were friendly with her husband, she thought you were having affair." The look on Orihime's face had him retreating. "But I knew that wasn't the case but I had to get proof that you weren't that kind of woman. I took photographs of you working and purposely stayed away so I could clear your name. . . then I was going-"

"Enough!" Orihime said, raising her hand, palm up, effectively stopping him mid-speech.

Ichigo's chocolate eyes, those eyes that melted her with just one gaze.

"I have had enough of this. You're lying! The Kurosaki-kun I know would never have done this for money! He would have saved his friends first! He wouldn't have cared about the job he was presented with, he wouldn't have cared about clearing the name, only that they were okay! You are not Kurosaki Ichigo!" Orihime screamed and pushed him away, running off.

"INOUE!" Ichigo yelled and ran after her, but she was faster and he had trouble with catching up with her. Two weeks in this time and he was very unfit. At least back in his time, 2014, he was physically fit from always being on Shinigami duty and he always trained to be at peak condition. Now he had been slacking off, he still had his physical form, yet his stamina had diminished greatly.

Orihime ran into a taxi and it quickly drove off, leaving Ichigo stranded in the street.

"Orihime. . ." Ichigo whispered, in a weak attempt to make her turn, yet she never did.

{..}

Orihime was drenched from head to toe from the rain, her body shaking.

Orihime proceeded to peel off all of the wet clothing from her body and ran a hot bubble bath for herself.

Her body sank in the hot water, relieving all the tension from her muscles and warmed her blood. "Haaah. . ." Orihime gushed out, her toes and fingers tingled warmly. Her eyes closed for just a moment and the next thing she knew, two cold hands were grabbing her arms, pulling her up. Her eyes snapped open to see Ichigo, drenched. His eyes trained on hers, completely bypassing her naked body.

"Kurosa-" Orihime started but the word never went past her lips, Ichigo's lips were too busy mating to hers.

Orihime pushed at his shoulders but he was a solid wall of muscle and Ichigo-ness.

"Orihime. . ." Ichigo whispered her name, her first name. He had never done that before.

The shock was enough to stop her pushing him away and she looked into his deep brown eyes. "Kurosaki-kun. ."

"I'm so sorry, Orihime! I should have come straight to you. I was scared you would have just thought that I came to save you and that was all. I wanted to surprise you so when I found you, I was going to give you flowers and I was going to buy you something and then we were going to go back together. But I never thought that you would get so angry at me. Forgive me, Orihime. . .please."

Orihime couldn't say anything, just stared up at Ichigo with wide gray eyes.

Ichigo looked away, seemingly defeated, not at all prepared for Orihime grabbing his face with both of her hands and kissing him hungrily.

Orihime moaned softly as Ichigo pressed her against his body and they stumbled out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, lying on her large bed, their hands roaming to places that neither of them thought they could roam.

Ichigo's clothes wound up on the floor and his skin came in contact with Orihime's, causing both of their hearts to hammer.

Orihime pulled the sheets over them and they became one in the night. Rejoicing in the love and reconciliation that they both found each other.