Summary: Ichigo Kurosaki, a young doctor that keeps to himself. Inoue Orihime, a girl that gets caught up in an accident and loosing her memory. Together they go on the journey of getting her memory back only to face her dark pasts that continue to torment her.

Disclaimer: This is where I claim that I don't own Ichigo or Orihime. I don't own Bleach or their feelings in the matter, Kubo-sensei does~ I do not hereby claim this as my own or will make profit from it, this is all just a form of entertainment to kill my boredom. XD

Notes: OMG DON'T KILL ME. XD I haven't updated in like three days when I promised to upload a chapter each day. Gomenasai~ I've been uber sick lately, working and then I won't be able to upload that much this weekend because I'll be at my best friend's. :3 Never fear, we'll get there, haha. Thank you for all the kind reviews and just yeah. You really make my day guys! I'll try to post the next chapter later tonight when I return home but no promises ;_; it seems I can never do what I promise haha. Heh...Eh... *insert random silence* Oookaay, onwards to the chapter! XD;

Temptations /Chapter 5/ ; I Swear

It wasn't that he hated his family. He loved his family very much. From his loving yet mentally unstable father to his beautiful twin sisters and his annoying brother-in-law.

"Onii-chan! You made it!" the excited voice of his younger sister cried out as he felt small arms encircle his waist as she embraced him tightly.

"I'm home," Ichigo replied as Yuzu pulled away, looking up at him and giving him a big smile.

"What are you doing just standing there? Let me help you with your jacket. It's been forever since we had a family dinner!" Yuzu said as she grabbed her older brother's tan hoodie and started to pull it off of him.

We just had one last month... Ichigo thought as he helped Yuzu pull off his jacket and watched as she hung it on the coat rack that sat right by the door.

"Come on, Onii-chan. I baked some of your favorite foods tonight!" Yuzu told him as she grabbed his forearm and dragged him into the living room. As much as he loved his family, there was always one member of the family that annoyed him. That member of the family did everything in his power to make his life a living hell and that person just happened to be sitting in the recliner with his feet propped up and his arms behind his head.

"Ichigo's here, everyone!" Yuzu announced which made everyone in the room turn towards them.

"Well, if it isn't Ichigo. I haven't seen you since the last family dinner."

Ichigo glanced at the dark haired beauty that laid across the love seat, her bare feet hanging over the arm rest as her head was propped up against a couple throw pillows. She had a smirk stretched across her face as Ichigo glowered down at her.

"I've been busy," he replied, dryly as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows.

"You're always busy," Karin complained as she sat up, placing her hands behind her to balance her weight as her brother scoffed at her.

"I'm a doctor. It's what I do. How's the team going?" Ichigo asked, placing himself in the recliner across from her.

"I got a couple newbies and they're all whiny. It almost makes me want to gag. I give them two more weeks before they bail," Karin replied, lying back down with a grin.

"You've always liked to cause pain," Ichigo said as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. It was nice to relax and not have to worry about nurses getting into his business or patients trying to get on his last nerve.

His eyebrows furrowed as his mind traveled to a certain copper haired patient of his. He wondered how she was doing. She was probably asleep. It was getting late. Opening his eyes, he glanced at the clock that sat on the wall. It was getting close to eight o'clock.

Why the hell am I worried about her? She's fine and she's just a patient. If anything happens, the nurses will inform me when I get back in the morning, Ichigo thought as he covered his eyes with his hand.

"I heard that tangerine's got the hots for older women now."

Ichigo removed his hand from his face as he glared at the boy that had been silent up until now. "I already told you. It's Ichigo," the doctor said through gritted teeth.

"Actually, she's quite young and very beautiful!"

Both men turned their eyes from each other to see Isshin walking into the living room from the kitchen with a pink apron tied around his waist.

"Dad," Ichigo groaned which made Isshin's grin grow, "Would you please put something on that's a bit more manly? You're an embarrassment to the family," Ichigo finished as he looked away, clearly disgusted.

"But Ichigo! Doesn't Yuzu's apron look good on your father? Pink is a manly color!" Isshin cried out, his eyes shining with pride as Ichigo scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Man...my gay brother-in-law is hitting on older women and my father-in-law is wearing a pink apron. Nice," Jinta replied dryly as he opened his eyes to stare at Ichigo whose eyes flashed murderously.

"I am not gay," Ichigo said, flatly as he narrowed his eyes. "And I am not hitting on older women. I don't know what the old man is talking about."

"Ichigo! Don't you dare deny what is forming between the two of you!" Isshin yelled, pointing a finger at his son who raised an eyebrow.

"Forming? What the hell are you talking about...? If you're talking about the girl that you put me in charge of then you better shut up before I shove my fist in your mouth," Ichigo threatened.

"Did you say young and beautiful? There's no fucking way-" Jinta was interrupted by a pair of fingers grabbing his cheek as he howled in pain.

"No language in daddy's house, Jinta-kun," Yuzu said gently as she let go of Jinta's cheek and kissed it before walking towards the kitchen.

Jinta scowled as he rubbed his cheek, a blush forming on his cheek as he looked away, obviously embarrassed.

"She's right...Jinta-kun," Ichigo teased, a grin forming on his lips as Jinta gave him a murderous look.

"I'm sorry that I can't answer your call. If you would leave a brief message, I will return your call as soon as possible. Thank you."

"Why isn't she picking up? It's been two days, already," a woman muttered as she tapped her fingers against the dark wood of her dining table. Hitting the "end" button on her cell phone, she set it on the table. It had been longer than forty-eight hours since she had seen her baby cousin and it was beginning to bother her.

Where could Orihime be? It's been two days and she hasn't answered her phone. She told me that she would be at home when I returned but I haven't seen her at all, Matsumoto thought as she pressed her hands into her face, sighing deeply. Something was wrong. She could feel it.

"Still hasn't answered?" a soothing voice interrupted her thoughts as a pair of lips murmured against her neck which made Matsumoto's pink lips form into a small smile.

"Nothing yet. I know she can be a clumsy girl but she knows to always answer her phone," Matsumoto replied as the person's lips traveled down her neck to her collarbone as his fingers ran down her arms causing a shiver to go up her spine. "I think I might have to get the police involved, Gin."

"The police... I never did like them," Ichimaru replied as he propped his elbow on the surface of the table, leaning his cheek against his hand as he stared at his wife.

"You've never liked authority either," Matsumoto teased as she propped both of her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her folded hands as her blue eyes gazed into his dark red ones.

"This is Akuri Shizowa reporting about the hit-and-run accident that happened on Hiboshi street two days ago. A female was struck behind by an unknown vehicle and was abandoned at the scene. There were no bodies found other than the woman that was immediately transported to Karakura Hospital..."

"Another accident, eh?" Ichimaru questioned, turning around as his eyes glanced to the full screen television that hung on the wall in the living room.

"I'm not surprised. There's been a lot of accidents happening lately," Matsumoto replied, her eyes turning to the television as well.

"Paramedics have told us that the young woman is in her early twenties and is now recovering in the Karakura Hospital. Getting back to..."

The new reporter's voice trailed off as they showed the young woman being pulled onto a stretcher and into an ambulance. Matsumoto's eyes widened as she covered her mouth with her hands.

"Rangiku!" Ichimaru's voice called out as he moved to catch her from falling backwards, his eyes staring into her shocked ones. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Gin...that woman. It's Orihime!"

"Is there anything else I can do for you? Are you comfortable enough?"

"No," Orihime answered, wincing as the pain in her throat increased from speaking. "I'm alright. Thank you."

"Okay. If you need anything, just press that button and one of us will come and assist you," the nurse told her as she patted Orihime's hand, leaving afterwards.

As Orihime heard the door shut softly, she closed her eyes and laid back down. The sound of the rain beating against her window from outside was comforting. She didn't know why hearing the rain made her feel at ease...it just did. Perhaps something happened in her past dealing with the rain... She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember anything. She wondered if she had any kind of family or maybe any friends. If she had anyone that cared for her, wouldn't they be here with her?

Letting out a soft sigh, she opened up her eyes slightly as sadness filled her heart. She didn't know what to do. The dark brown haired man was engraved in her mind but his face was blurry. She couldn't tell the color of his eyes or if he wore a smile. In the dream that she had, there was a small girl with the same hair color as her. She had even been called "Orihime", which was her name. She wondered if the small girl had been her and she was dreaming of a memory of her past. She had called that man Onii-chan so did that mean she had a brother?

"My head hurts," she whispered as she closed her eyes again, trying to clear her thoughts. It was like something was keeping her from remembering anything else and if she tried to uncover any memories for too long, she would get a terrible headache.

"Karakura Hospital. There was an accident," Orihime's eyes widened at the familiar deep voice that rang through her head. "Yeah, a big one. It was a hit-and-run or that's what I heard."

That man...the one with the bright orange hair. He had said that she had been in an accident. He hadn't told her anything else and her mind begged to know more. She wanted to know who she was and where she had come from.

Clutching the sheet with her uninjured hand, she closed her eyes tightly. Even with the rain beating steadily down outside to give her comfort, she couldn't help but feel alone. She didn't know what she was going to do after the hospital let her go once she got to perfect health. Where would she go?

"You're awake already?"

Orihime opened up her eyes at the same deep voice that had been in her head. She looked up to see the same orange haired doctor walking up to her with a slight scowl on his face and his eyebrows were furrowed.

"Y-yes," she stuttered in a whisper as her eyes observed him.

She hadn't noticed how perfect his body actually was. The long sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up to his elbows and his shirt clung to his chest, showing how built his body really was. She watched as he slid one of his hands in the side pocket of his faded jeans and took a few steps towards her.

"I didn't think you'd be awake just yet. You were passed out when I left... How do you feel?" Ichigo asked as he rubbed the back of his head, staring down at her.

"I'm feeling better than ever. I should be able to get out soon!" Orihime said, forcing a bright smile on her face as she pumped her fist in the air and winced afterwards.

"Hey, be careful," Ichigo ordered as he placed himself in the chair by her bed. "You're injuries are still pretty bad and I'm sorry to say but you won't be getting out of here as soon as you think."

Orihime let her hand fall back to the sheets, averting her gaze to the edge of the bed. She didn't want to stay here. She wanted to go back home...to where she belonged. She wanted to see the family that loved her. She wanted to see her friends again, but she didn't even know if she had family or friends to begin with.

"How long?" she whispered which made Ichigo cross his arms over his chest as he leaned back in the chair.

"Normally for fractured ribs, it takes about six to eight weeks-" he was interrupted by a soft gasp. "I told you it would be awhile. What you need to worry about is getting better and nothing else." Ichigo finished.

Orihime let out a defeated sigh as she laid back down, closing her eyes. It would take almost two months for her to get better. She didn't want to stay here and get better. She wanted someone here with her, someone that loved and cared about her.

"Kurosaki-san, why can't I remember anything about my past?" Orihime asked, opening her eyes.

"Starting tomorrow, we'll run some tests and figure it out. I think you may have amnesia." Ichigo explained.

"Amnesia?"

"Partial or total loss of memory, usually resulting from shock, psychological disturbance, brain injury or illness," Ichigo started. "I'm thinking that either you hit your head pretty hard or it could be a result of the shock your body experienced in the accident." "

"Memory loss...that's why I can't remember anything. I can't remember who he is...I can't remember if I have friends or family..." her voice trembled as it trailed off and Ichigo's eyes widened as a couple tears fell down her pale cheeks. "What am I going to do if I don't remember who I am or where I come from? What if I never get my memory back? What am I going to do, Kurosaki-san I-" She was interrupted by him grabbing her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'll help you. I'll help you get your memories back, I swear." Ichigo said, his eyes meeting hers. His eyes were full of determination and she gave him a weak smile as more tears filled her eyes. "...and call me Ichigo," he whispered, giving her a soft smile in return.