FINALLY... AFTER SO MANY DAYS OF TRYING TO CONVEY THIS EMOTIONAL STORY, I FINALLY UPLOADED CHAPTER 3... AND I THINK I DID A PRETTY DAMN GOOD JOB! SO PLEASE KEEP READING AND REVIEWING AND I'LL KEEP WRITING! ENJOY!

Chapter 3: Hide and Seek

Orihime was in the living room of her apartment, crying. She couldn't wash away the fear and pain she felt last night. She was still sore from when the hollow forced his way into her. He invaded her. She felt betrayed by Ichigo...
'Ichigo's hollow is supposed to show his true desires... did he really want to rape me, too?'

She didn't know what to think anymore. It all blurred together. But for some reason, she still loved Ichigo. It was his hollow after all that did it, not him.

'I have to forgive Ichigo... he needs me to help him stop his hollow...'
She hugged her knees closely to her chest and closed her gray eyes.

Then she heard the frantic knocking at the door. She panicked. Orihime knew that it was him. She could feel his spiritual pressure on the other side.
'But which one? They've merged together so much I can't even tell the difference anymore...'
She hesistantly stood up and wakled over to the door.
Orihime placed her head on the door and whispered , "W-who is it?"

"It's me... the real me." He responded.
Ichigo hated the way she sounded, so broken. It was all his fault.
"Can I come in?"

There was a long silence but Ichigo heard the door unlock.
The door opened to reveal a beautiful girl. A red headed beauty with gray eyes that shine like the moon.

But they with engulfed in sadness and fear when she looked at him.
He tried to hug her but she placed her hand on his chest to stop him.

"Please... don't." Her voice shook.

'Fucking hollow... I swear I'll get you for this!'

"Orihime, I'm so sorry for what I did... I know what happened. But it wasn't me! It was my hollow..." Ichigo pleaded.
He saw that he wasn't getting through to her and sighed.

"Can I please come in?" He asked her.
She hesitated but finally said yes.

In the living room, Orihime sat as far away from Ichigo as possible. She loved him but she was still afraid of him.
Ichigo stared down at the ground.

"Orihime... I'm so sorry for what he's done. From the bottom of my heart, Orihime, forgive me. Over the past month, I've been losing control over him...
I couldn't stop him." His deep brown eyes looked into hers.

"When he takes over, I have no control over what I do. I can't even rememeber the hours before I lost it... I'm disgusted with myself, Orihme. That damn hollow."
He threw his hands into his orange hair and fought back tears.

Orihime stood up and sat down next to Ichigo. She placed her head on his chest and stayed there. Ichigo tensed when she did this. 'What is she doing?'

"Ichigo... I can't even describe to you how it felt. I 'm so ashamed and scared. He told me that he would come back, and Ichigo... I don't..."
She began to cry into his chest.
Orihime pulled on his shirt and began to let her tears flow out of her. Ichigo was stunned.

'She still... she still looks at me as someone who can protect her... Hime...'

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in close. His hand traveled to her back and lightly grazed her. She flinched as she felt the contact but she didn't flinch the second time. Ichigo placed his entire hand on her back and pushed her against him.

'She's so beautiful... so fragile. All because of me... I promise you, Orihime. I will never let anything happen to you. Even if it means I have to lose you forever. As long as my hollow doens't hurt you, I'll be fine...'

Orihime looked up at him with her gray eyes lined with tears.

He released her and stood up, tossing her to the side. "Ich-Ichigo, what're you-?"

"Orihime, you have to leave... he wants to do it again. The only way I can protect you now is by hiding you from... myself. You have to go somewhere... go to Urahara, or Uryu's. Please just go somewhere you'll be protected."

Ichigo flustered as he told her this. She looked up at him with a shocked look on her face.

"Don't tell me where you go, and hide your reiatsu as much as possible, Orihime. I don't want that sick bastard to hurt you again..."

He calmed himself down from the instant rush of anger he felt towards his hollow.

Orihime nodded at him and ran up to get her things and pack them into a suitcase.

Ichigo couldn't believe he was sending her to hide... as if that would solve anything. He followed her into her room to help. As the beautiful girl scurried around the room, he opened her closet door to pull out her suitcase.

He placed it on the bed in a hurry and looked to the bathroom where she was. She bent over to pick up something she had dropped and Ichigo couldn't help but stare.

'Those long slender legs... those lucious, soft breasts. That ass... damn. Don't you wish you had that right now, kingy?'

A cruel laugh entered Ichigo's mind. He froze.

'What's the matter? Did you really think I'd let you hide her from me? Even if you did, I'd just go and find someone else... maybe like that Kuchiki girl?'

'Stay the fuck away from Rukia! Stay away from both of them! You goddamn bastard... what the hell is it that you want?' Ichig wore a look of terror and fury in his face.

'Hehe, I want to make you miserable...'

Ichigo felt that familiar sharp pain pulse through his skull. He screamed as loud as his lungs would let him.

Orihime ran to his side only to be pushed back by Ichigo. "Don't! Ori-orihime... g-get away from m-me..."

He looked at her with those lustful yellow eyes she hated. Her body filled with fear.

She turned to run out the door only to be stopped by a cold white hand, gripping her wrist.

She turned to look at Ichigo's trembling body to see his body changing to a chilling white complexion. 'No! It's happening again.'

Orihime mustered all her strength to pull away from him and run out the apartment. Her feet pounded against the pavement as her terrified heart took her away from him.

'Ichigo... please come back.'

Back in the apartment, a white figure was kneeling on the ground. His yellow eyes took in his twisted perception of the world. His nose took in the scent of his prey. His skin tingled at the feel of her terrified reatsu. His cruel mouth watered at the thought of her with him. But his ears were shared between good and evil.

Ichigo could hear everything. He could hear the hollow's shallow breathing and evil chuckling.

Ichigo would experience it all; her pain and cries, and the chilling pleasure. 'What the hell are you doing? Why am I concious?'

'Wouldn't want you to miss out. I wonder how it must feel, to watch a girl you care so much about be raped, and not be able to do anything? Try not to shout to loud when I fuck her to pieces, kingy...'

'YOU CRUEL BASTARD!' Ichigo felt so lost.

His hollow comepletely ignored him as he sensed Orihime hide her reiatsu.

"It looks like she hid her reiatsu... perfect. Excite me even more... ready or not, my Hime. Here I come"