The Madness Begins.

Orihime screamed her pleasure as Ichigo held her close to his body, her back pressed to the wall. Ichigo captured her lips with his own, their lips crushed and it was like only they existed.

The bed rumpled, the floor clustered with their clothes causally strewn across the floor and Orihime was sure there was going to be an indentation of her back on Ichigo's bedroom wall. Sweat dripped from both of their bodies, making Ichigo's movements into Orihime slippery as though he were a teenager again.

"Orihime..." Ichigo whispered, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her upright, their hips slowly rocking together in a rythmic dance, their moans made their own little symphony.

Ichigo couldn't believe he finally had the woman he craved for. The woman he's needed all his life, even though he didn't know it. He would be a father to Kazumi, he would be another sibling to Sora, he would be an uncle for Sora's children, but more important of all, Orihime would be his.

Naturally, sex was just a casual thing for Orihime, in her teen years, she had only been with two men. Both were good boys, but they lacked something.

Feeling.

Ichigo had plenty of feeling, he was passionate in his advances, asking her if the positions were comfortable for her, holding her close whenever they kissed, which was a lot, and he would whisper sweet nothings into her ear, making her feel cherished.

She had never felt this cherished in her life, but this was different, with Ichigo, she already felt loved by him, he didn't need to voice it.

"Ichigo..I'm going..." Orihime barely gasped from her mouth before the sensations striked out any form of communication, she felt as if she were soaring through the air and into the heavens as she climaxed.

She faintly heard Ichigo groaning, indicationg his own release and a soft mattress pressing her back to reality.

Her eyes opened and they filled with joyous tears. Ichigo had set the fan on and pulled the satin sheets over them as they tried to regain composure. They both had done a risky thing, but neither of them cared about the ramifications. All they cared about was each other.

WIth Orihime, sex had been natural, even though one man she had been with resulted in Kazumi, the first couple of times were emotionless, Keigo didn't seem to care of her pleasure, only his own. With Uryuu, it was the same, even though they talked about getting married and having children. But when Orihime went up to him one day and told him...well, that didn't go according to her plan:

"Uryuu, I have something to tell you, it's very important." Orihime whispered, fidgeting with the ends of her auburn hair.

"Yes?" Uryuu asked in his usual montone voice, not bothering to look at his girlfriend, as if she was easy to cast off.

"Last week, when we...made...love," Orihime stuttered on the words as it was a lie, they had never made love. "You didn't use a condom."

That finally got a reaction, it wasn't much, Uryuu's back straightened and stiffened and the paper he was reading dropped to the ground. "I'm pregnant Uryuu! I'm pregnant with your baby!" She said, almost exploding with joy. "Now we can get married as you always wanted, we can look after our baby together!" She said in one huge rush.

Uryuu had his hands on her shoulders, squeezing the poor flesh until it turned blue. "I DON'T WANT TO BE A FATHER! I ONLY SAID THAT TO GET IN BED WITH YOU! I'M TOO YOUNG TO HAVE A CHILD, LET ALONE GET MARRIED!" Uryuu screamed, his blue eyes frantic and enraged.

Orihime's heart broke at that very point.

Stunned that she had seen Uryu with so much emotion, she didn't move, rooted to the spot as he packed what little things he had at her apartment and ran out of her life as well as Kazumi's.

The painful memory brought tears to her eyes, though it was stupid for her to cry. She had the man she cared for in her arms, she would never have to think of Uryuu again.

MONDAY MORNING:

Ichigo was back at the office, listening to Rukia banter with Renji on the phone was too funny to pass up. After the verbal match was over, Ichigo walked in his office, shut the door and yawned, after being with Orihime on Saturday, his demeanor had brightened to an extent where Rukia had quipped about having to wear sunglasses because Ichigo was 'glowing'.

Ichigo couldn't argue, whenever he was near Orihime, thought, fantasized or said her name, he got a bright glow.

It only got better when Orihime came in his office, she was wearing black, skin tight jeans, a green floaty top and flats. Her hair was down and as she closed the door, Ichigo hopped out of his chair and kissed Orihime deeply, his arms around her waist.

Orihime giggled and kissed him back, her own arms circling his neck.

After a few minutes of kissing, they broke away, gasping for air.

"I missed you." Ichigo whispered, still holding her close, their foreheads touching and Orihime smiled.

"I missed you too, Ichi." She breathed back, his new nickname made him smile.

Orihime explained that her back was still hurting and Ichigo took it very seriously, laying her down gently and massaged the cooling cream into the tight muscles, hoping it relaxed her.

He washed his hands and Orihime kissed him with her thanks.

The rest of the day was rather blurry compared to his amazing first client.

Near the end, a man walked in Ichigo's office, the man was tall, a bit gangly with black hair, his bangs on either side of his face, shrewd blue eyes that seemed to cut Ichigo in half and glasses that looked pristine in any condition he might be in. The man wore a dark gray suit and watched Ichigo carefully.

"Dr Ichigo Kurosaki?" The man spoke in a monotone voice.

"Yes, I am. May I help you?" Ichigo asked formally, standing up and holding out his hand in greeting.

The man ignored Ichigo's hand and Ichigo let it drop. "Dr Kurosaki, I am here to tell you that you have been brought up on rape charges."

Ichigo's world stopped, the blood in his veins turned icy cold and he stood there, stunned. "W-what?" Was Ichigo's response.

"Yes. I am Uryuu Ishida, Orihime Inoue's lawyer. She has filed a statutory rape case against you. I advice you do not leave the area and that you get a lawyer as soon as possible. Thank you for your time, Mr Kurosaki."

Mr Formal-Tightass-Laywer-Ishida walked out and Ichigo fell into chair and almost succumbed to the notion of weeping. How is that possible? Orihime just came in and kissed him. She looked fine.

Orihime would not do this.

Not his sweet Orihime!

But what if his Orihime was not his Orihime at all. She might be putting on an act!

Ichigo picked up the phone and dialed his good friend and lawyer as all these thoughts jumbled through his head.

"Byakuya, I need your help."

Yo! RIKOREN here!

Sooooo, whattaya thinkin? I'm a total douchebag? I so don't care because I think it works.

What do YOU think will happen next?

Stay tuned for the next chapter One Guardian.

Arigato

RIKOREN :)