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: Okay so I got home like yesterday from my boyfriend's house and well, yeah. haha, sorry about the long wait for the next chapter, I swore I would update like every day but I guess I can't keep up to my promises so let's just say I'll update the next chapter when I have free time. I had to upload this before I go to work though so you wouldn't have to wait another day! I'm sorry again for all the long waits...etc. I do love your reviews guys and enjoy them! So hopefully, you will like this chapter as well :')

Temptations /Chapter 7/ ; Cherry Embarrassment

Glancing down at her hands that sat on her lap, her eyes softened as she remembered the warm touch of the man that was her doctor. The way his chest had felt against her had made her feel safe and she felt a shiver run down her spine as she remembered his hot breath against her hair.

Why am I thinking like this? Orihime thought as she clutched the hospital gown with her hands, her fingers bunching up the fabric. He's just my doctor yet I want him to wrap his arms around me again.

Shaking her head gently, she tried to get the ridiculous thoughts out of her head. She didn't know why she felt the way she did but she had to refrain herself from developing feelings for the young and attractive doctor. She was just his patient and nothing more.

Why does that make my heart grow heavy? she asked herself silently as a soft sigh escaped her pink lips.

"Here."

The auburn beauty's eyes shot up from her hands to see a cup of red jello in front of her with a hand securely holding it in the air. Glancing up further, her gray eyes met with a pair of gentle brown eyes and a small smile stretched across the man's face.

"T-thank you, Kurosaki-kun," she whispered as she took the cup away from him, wincing in the process.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" Ichigo immediately asked as he knelt down in front of her, his hands resting on the sides of her wheelchair as he glanced up at her face.

"I'm okay. My ribs just hurt," Orihime told him as she pulled off the plastic off the cup. "I stretched out too far. Don't worry, I'm okay," she assured him.

"Right," Ichigo muttered as he gave her the plastic spoon that he had gotten her along with the jello. "Don't overdo it. If something starts to hurt, tell me immediately."

Orihime nodded slowly as Ichigo placed the spoon in her hand and she stuck it in the jello, watching it as it jiggled. There was no reason to like the man in front of her. He was just her doctor and his job was to take care of her. There was no romance involved and with that thought, a sad smile formed at her lips.

"Inoue?"

His deep voice made her blink a couple of times before realizing that he was staring at her with concern reflecting across his eyes.

"A-ah, I'm sorry. I was lost in thought," Orihime replied quickly before she scooped up some jello in her spoon and stuck it in her mouth. The sweet flavor of cherry invaded her mouth and as she swallowed, it felt good against her dry mouth. "This is really good, Kurosaki-kun!" she said with wide eyes as she took another spoonful and put it in her mouth.

"That's good to hear. For some reason, the cafeteria is out of everything except jello. Do you want to eat that here or on the way to the radiologist?" Ichigo asked as he started to stand up, removing his hands away from the armrests on her wheelchair.

"I can eat it on the way..." her voice trailed off as she gave him a soft smile and he gave her a grin in return. "Do you want some?"

"Huh?" Ichigo asked, raising an eyebrow at her question. "Want some what?"

"Jello, silly!" Orihime responded as she took another spoonful. Ichigo opened his mouth to reply but the sweet taste of cherry caused him to close his mouth around the piece of silverware. "Is it good?"

Ichigo stared down at her with surprised eyes as she smiled up at him, her spoon in his mouth.

There was an awkward silence as Orihime's eyes widened in realization at what she had just done. He felt her hand leave the spoon as her cheeks quickly grew red at her actions.

"I-I'm sorry, Kurosaki-kun! I did that without thinking and umm..." her voice trailed off as she her gaze averted to the cup of jello, a dark crimson staining her cheeks. "I'm sorry."

Pulling the spoon out of his mouth, he felt his cheeks grow warm as well. He couldn't believe she had just inserted the spoon in his mouth, not even warning him. He didn't know why but he found it adorable.

"It's alright," he murmured as he stuck the spoon back into her cup. "You just caught me off guard." Ichigo told her as she glanced slowly back up at him, a frown on her lips. "Are you ready to go?" he asked as he rubbed the base of his neck in embarrassment.

Orihime nodded as she took another bite of her jello and Ichigo assumed that she was still embarrassed.

Letting out a soft sigh, he walked behind her and placed his hands on the handles on the back of the wheelchair. He never had eaten anything from the cafeteria of this hospital but he couldn't help but lick his lips to taste the cherry flavor once again as he wheeled his embarrassed patient out of the cafeteria.

Scratching his beard, he set his pen down on the signed document and leaned backwards in his chair as he let out a loud yawn. The one thing that he despised about his job was signing document after document.

Being head surgeon of the hospital had it's advantages but it also had it's disadvantages as well.

Folding his arms back behind his head, Isshin let a smile stretch across his lips. He wondered how his son and the beautiful patient were doing. After witnessing the mushy scene between them, he knew that he had picked the right woman.

"Kurosaki-san."

Isshin pulled his gaze from the ceiling to the business phone that sat neatly on the corner of his desk. Pulling his arm away from back behind his head, he pressed his finger on the button that was flashing. "What is it?" he asked.

"You have a phone call on line three," the secretary replied and Isshin hoped that it wasn't another immediate surgery that needed to be done. If that were the case then he wouldn't have time to talk to the radiologist about how his son and the princess had acted with each other.

"Alright. Thank you," Isshin replied as he picked up the phone, pressing another button before pressing it to his ear. "This is Kurosaki Isshin."

"Is it just me or is your secretary very young sounding?" the cheery voice replied and it made Isshin's lips turn upward into a grin.

"Now this is a surprise. Normally you only call if you have something big to tell me. How have you been, my friend?" Isshin asked as he leaned backwards in his chair, his shoulder cradling his phone to his ear.

"Splendid. Actually I don't have any big news to give you just yet. My wife is the one that ordered me to call you."

"Oh? Now this is really something," Isshin answered as his eyes widened in surprise.

"She wants to come for a little visit... See her nephew and nieces. She told me that she misses her sparring lessons with Ichigo and wishes to come by."

"Hm.. Anytime is good. You know both of you are welcome at my home. Though I finally found Ichigo a bride and she's a beauty."

"Ichigo? A bride?" the voice asked in shock. "...and here I thought the boy was gay."

"Oh, I was worried for the exact same thing but he's definitely straight. So remember to bring by your money that you owe me for losing your bet," Isshin said with a wicked smile as a groan came from the phone.

"Alright Isshin. Let me hear all about this beautiful woman."

"Gladly," Isshiin replied as he began the story of how he had matched up his son with one of the prettiest patients in his hospital.

"Sounds like you've got peptic ulcer..." his voice trailed off as crimson eyes skimmed through the information that was on the clipboard in his hands.

"Peptic Ulcer? That sounds serious! I don't have time to deal with stuff like that. I have a project that is due in less than two days! Give me some antibiotics so I can get to work, dammit!"

Renji looked up from his document to his patient to see that the middle-aged man was glaring up at him. He hated it when he had to deal with workaholics. They always lashed out for no reason and right now he wasn't exactly in the mood to be yelled at.

"Listen here. This is the only stuff I can give you. It will relieve some of the cramping but I think you should take a few days off of work," Renji told him as he ripped off piece of the paper, pulling a pen out of his lab coat pocket and wrote his signature on the slip. "This is your form. Take this to the nearest pharmacy and they'll have your prescription ready."

"What the hell?" he exclaimed, jumping off of the bed but held his stomach afterwards as pain reflected across his face. "I can't afford to take days off! I have to get that project done!"

"Accept the fact that you're sick and this needs to be taken care off. The reason you got this peptic ulcer in the first place could be because of the stress from your job. Either you get a few days of rest or you let it get worse and come in later for surgery which will keep you out of work for at least two months. Your choice," Renji explained as his eyes narrowed.

"Give me the paper, dammit!" grabbing the paper from Renji's hand and grabbing the jacket, pulling it over his shoulders, he glared at the bulky doctor. "I hope you go to hell!"

Renji watched as the man grumbled curses while stomping out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind him. He couldn't help but feel accomplished over what he had done. Peptic Ulcer was only a minor condition of a stomach ache but sometimes twisting the truth had it's advantages.

"Damn workaholics," Renji swore as he turned around to only have his eyes lock with a pair of dark violet ones.

There was a loud scream as the sound of a clipboard fell to the floor and Renji's large frame jumped across the room with his back plastered against the wall.

"You seem jumpy," Rukia said as she crossed her pale arms across her chest with a smirk on her lips. "Are you guilty of something?"

"Hell no, I am not guilty! Do you make it a hobby of sneaking up behind people?" Renji demanded as he tried to calm down his beating heart.

"Actually, I've been here the entire time," Rukia replied as she placed a hand on her hip. "You just suck at being aware of your surroundings."

"Shut up. How the hell did you get in here without me knowing?" Renji asked as he pulled his body from the wall, trying to even his heavy breathing. He knew that she was small but how she managed to do things was ridiculous. "Don't answer that. What I want to know what it is you're exactly doing in here other than trying to make me piss my pants."

Rukia averted her eyes to the ground before walking silently to the bed. He watched as she slid on top of it and laid backwards as if it was her own bed. The petite girl that was normally loud and demanding stayed silent as her eyes traveled up to the ceiling. He knew something was up if she acted this way. Something was troubling her and she didn't know how to start telling him of her situation.

"What is it?" he suddenly asked as he moved towards her.

"Nii-sama wants me to attend a business meeting with him and I don't want to go," Rukia admitted as she closed her eyes.

"Is that what's bothering you? It's just a meeting. Just sit down and keep quiet," Renji answered as he pulled the rolling chair from the other side of the room and placed himself in it. "Though, for you, that's kind of hard to do."

"Shut up," Rukia muttered as she opened her eyes to glance at her best friend. "There's this man at the meeting that wants to date me and I don't like him."

"Who would want to date you?" Renji asked with a smirk making the raven haired sit up and knock him across the head. "Ow! What?" he demanded as he held his head in pain.

"That's not the point. He wants to date me so he can get close to Nii-sama. He's a greedy bastard and I don't want anything to do with him," Rukia replied.

"Then just tell him to fuck off. It's not that hard. I do it all the time."

"You idiot. He has a lot of money and if I say or do the wrong thing, it could endanger Nii-sama's work," Rukia told him as she glanced at him, their gazes locking.

"Oh yeah... Well just find someone to go with you then." Renji said as he leaned back in his chair.

"Like a date?"

"Yeah. Whoever the man is that you pummel..." Renji's words trailed off as Rukia's eyes widened in realization and she opened her mouth to reply but he beat her to it. "No."

"Come on Renji, please," Rukia begged.

The doctor shook his head quickly, refusing to go with her. "No way in hell. I'd rather die than get into some stupid tuxedo. Ask Ichigo, I bet he'll go."

"Ichigo? ...and have Nii-sama and him glaring daggers at each other over the dinner table? No thanks," Rukia replied dryly.

A smirk slowly formed on Renji's face as an image invaded in his mind of a hot-tempered Ichigo and a calm Byakuya glaring at each other as they ate their dinner as sparks flew between them while everyone else watched them in confusion. It wasn't a very beautiful sight.

"You're coming with me, dammit," Rukia ordered as she grabbed his collar, pulling him forward so their faces were inches apart. "If you don't, I'll tell everyone how you secretly love Shojo manga."

"What?" Renji cried out in despair. "Shut up! That was only one time and one of the nurses gave it to me saying it would help me find a girl!"

"So? I saw you in the supply closet reading Shojo manga. What if Ichigo ever found out about that or any of the other male doctors?" Rukia asked as a smirk started to appear on her face.

"You're a bitch. What do you want?" Renji asked, already knowing what it was.

"You're coming to Nii-sam's meeting with me as a date and if you don't, I'll tell everyone." Rukia declared as Renji scoffed, grabbing her arm and pulling it away from him.

"That's blackmail you know," he accused as he glared at her.

Rukia gave him a innocent smile and replied, "Drastic times call for drastic measures."