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: Sorry guys, I have no excuses other than death in the family, drama with people that are not even important bringing up and studying. My boyfriend takes up a lot of my time too but whatever XD; anyways, I'm sorry for not uploading this sooner ;_; Forgive me, please~ I'm low on ideas and writing inspiration/motivation right now so if anyone wants to help out; I would gladly appreciate it. I need a new beta too because my old one retired so that position is up for grabs for anyone that would be willing to help me out. I need someone that knows writing very well, will check for grammar errors and spelling along with helping me with plot. If you are interested, send me a PM on here and we'll talk. Thanks for understanding (:

Temptations /Chapter 8/ ; I'm Not Your Damn Angel

Why is everyone staring at me? Orihime thought as she leaned backwards into the wheelchair that she was currently being pushed in. She had noticed that almost every nurse, patient and doctor would turn and stare at her as she passed them by which made her stomach turn in different ways. She didn't understand why everyone was staring at her. She couldn't remember doing anything that had made people think she was strange.

Glancing down at her lap, her cheeks turning pink at the attention she was getting as her fingers played with the fabric of her hospital gown. She didn't like everyone's eyes on her. It was unnerving.

"Nosy bastards," she heard an annoyed mutter and she moved her head back so she could look up into a face that held an irritated expression. "Can't mind any of their own damn business."

"Kurosaki-kun?" Orihime asked and her doctor looked down at her, their eyes meeting.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Are you okay? You were talking to yourself..." her voice trailed off but before Ichigo could reply, she beat him to it. "Are you talking to the little blue men? I thought I was the only one that could see them but I'm relieved that someone else can too."

"Huh?" Ichigo blurted out, his eyebrow raising up in confusion. "What the heck are you talking about?"

"The little blue men."

"Yeah, I realized that but what little blue men?" Ichigo asked. She noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed in concern and a scowl was painted across his lips.

"Maybe you can't see them..." Orihime murmured as she pulled her eyes away from his and looked at what was in front of her. She wondered what kind of radiologist she was seeing. She hoped that he was kind. "Kurosaki-kun, what is the radiologist like? Is he nice?"

"Radiologist? He's..." Ichigo's voice trailed off as he pinched his lips together, his eyebrows furrowing deeper. "He's okay, I guess."

"Okay?" Orihime asked, moving her head backward so she could glance up at him again. "I suppose that's a good thing..."

Ichigo let out a sigh. "He's a jerk and makes it his goal to annoy me."

"Really? Why does he do that?" Orihime asked and the doctor shrugged his shoulders.

"It's everyone's goal to annoy me," Ichigo muttered under his breath. "He's a nice guy. He's one of the people that actually does his job around here."

Orihime stared up at him for a minute before returning her gaze to the middle of the hallway. She wondered what kind of man the radiologist was. Ichigo had said that he was a jerk but also that he was nice and did his job. She hoped that everything would work out and the test wouldn't show anything critical.

"So...about these blue men. How often do you see them?" Ichigo asked as he glanced down at the auburn beauty that had gone silent.

"All the time, Kurosaki-kun."

Ichigo's eyes widened a bit before he shook his head. He would have to get someone to check that out before it got worse. He started to think of all the mental conditions that would cause little blue men to appear before his patient.

She could have a personality disorder but that seemed a bit drastic. She didn't seem to have a split personality and didn't act strange in certain situations. Perhaps after hitting her head, she was going through hallucinations. It was normal for that to happen.

"What do these..." his voice trailed off as he tried to think of how to ask her. He didn't want to worry her so he had to choose his words carefully. "The little blue men you see. What do they look like?"

"Well, they're kind of like the dwarves in Snow White. Have you ever seen that movie, Kurosaki-kun?"

"No, I haven't," Ichigo replied, dryly. He wasn't a disney fan and wouldn't be caught dead watching a princess movie.

"Well they're really short but the little blue men that I saw are smaller...kind of like the smurfs!" Orihime cried out in excitement and Ichigo almost rolled his eyes. This girl was kind of like a child. She reminded him of his younger sister when he had to take care of her when their mother had passed away.

"So...you remember movies that you saw? Tell me more," Ichigo ordered. He didn't know if the movies were from her childhood or not but if they were, maybe they could tap into her past and she could start remembering who she was.

"Oh! The blue men are kind of like the genie in Aladdin. Have you seen that one?"

"Yeah," Ichigo responded. "Something about a guy and he falls in love with a princess. The end."

"You missed all the good parts, Kurosaki-kun! There's how Aladdin has no family except for his pet monkey. Then he meets Princess Jasmine and saves her! Then he gets caught and arrested and then this stranger comes which is really the bad guy! He's horrible too! He's greedy! All he wants is the palace but that doesn't happen because-" her ramble was interrupted as a piercing pain shot through her abdomen.

Orihime quickly grabbed her ribs, crying out and it caused Ichigo to stop pushing her. "What is it? What's wrong, Inoue? Are you okay?"

Orihime couldn't answer as her throat started to close up and tears spilled down her cheeks. She couldn't breathe. No, it hurt to breathe. It was as if something was crushing against her ribs and as she tried to lean backwards, she let out another cry of pain.

"Inoue!" Ichigo said as he rushed to where he could stand in front of her, squatting down so he could be at her eye level. "Inoue! Tell me what's hurting!" he ordered.

"M-My..." she couldn't finish her sentence as she looked away from him, shutting her eyes tightly but a pair of warm hands grabbed the sides of her face causing her eyes to slowly open.

"You have to tell me what's hurting right now. Is it your ribs?" Ichigo asked not realizing that his face was meters away from hers. "I can't help you if you don't tell me, Inoue."

"I-I..." Orihime whispered as tears trailed down her cheeks. She couldn't think. She couldn't breathe. The piercing pain going through her abdomen felt as if it was slowly killing her. "I...can't-" she was interrupted as her eyes rolled back in her head and she leaned forward, collapsing against Ichigo.

"I-Inoue? Inoue?" Ichigo yelled as he felt her body fall against his. "Nurse! I need a nurse, dammit!"

A sigh escaped a pair of lips as violet eyes stared at the store in front of her. There was no way that she could go in something like this... Even if it was for her own brother that she loved and admired. Perhaps she could walk away before her friend arrived and go home.

"Rukia-chan! You're here!"

The therapist jumped as she turned around slowly to see a petite figure running towards her, waving their arms in the air as their eyes shined with excitement.

"H-Hey Kiyone. You finally came," Rukia said as she was enveloped in a warm and tight hug. "I was just about to leave."

"What?" Kiyone asked as she pulled away from Rukia with her eyes wide. "You can't just leave! This is a shopping trip and we've got so many stores to look at! I was thinking we start at Victoria Secret. It's at the end of the mall so we'll work our way up!"

"V-Victoria Secret? Are you insane? I can't go in there!" Rukia hissed as she pulled away from the blond haired girl. "There's no reason to go in there, anyways! I have no use for their garments!" Rukia cried out, her cheeks turning crimson.

"Don't be silly. We've got to get you a new set of undergarments, woman. You said you're taking Renji as your date right? What if things get hot between you two? You always have to be prepared!"

"Fool! Don't say things like that!" Rukia yelled, her face now the color of the sun. "Renji and I are nothing like that!" Rukia cried out as she stared murderously at her best friend.

"Right...and I hate my father," Kiyone said dryly as she crossed her arms across her chest. "Rukia...everyone knows that you love Renji and he loves you. It's like totally obvious."

"W-What?" Rukia sputtered out, her eyes bugged out. She couldn't believe that they were having this conversation. It was utterly absurd. She needed to change it quick before it got even more embarrassing. "Are we going to shop or what? I want to get this done before Nii-sama gets home," Rukia muttered as she looked away from Kiyone.

"Alrighty! Let's go then!" Kiyone cried out, putting her arm through Rukia's and dragging her down the mall much to the therapists' displeasure.

Black. Gray. Brown. Pink. Green. Purple. Yellow. Orange.

"Disgusting," he muttered as moved the cursor across the screen, clicking on the next link. He was going to find something about Rukia that she didn't want anyone to know about and he was going to use against her. He would give her no mercy.

"Dammit, I don't have time for this," Renji glowered at his laptop screen as he went through another page of different colored suits. His eyes caught a suit with roses decorated on it and immediately lost his appetite for the rest of the day. "Fucking disgusting..."

"What's disgusting?"

Renji howled as he jumped from the chair that he was currently sitting in and the laptop flew from his lap and into the air. Renji watched as his laptop started to fall down and he grabbed it quickly before it could fall to the ground and shatter to broken pieces.

There was the sound of fingers snapping and then someone replying, "Great save, Renji!"

"My ass," Renji replied as he pulled himself from the ground, the laptop securely in his arms as he glanced up at the intruder. "What the hell are you doing here, Kurosaki?"

The older doctor grinned down at his subordinate. "I came on break and I saw one of my doctors on his precious laptop. I never knew that you liked to wear suits." Isshin said, grinning from ear to ear.

"I don't," Renji replied dryly as he set the laptop on a nearby table, making sure that everything was in place.

"Looks like you're getting ready for a date." Isshin declared as he walked over to where Renji stood, clamping his hand on the young doctor's shoulder and glancing at the computer screen. "Oh, they have rose printed tuxedos now? I didn't know that you liked flowers, Renji."

"I don't and I'm not going on a date!" Renji yelled as his cheeks turned red. "I don't like flowers either!"

"Why are you getting so dressed up then? Tuxedos are for formal dinners or big, dramatic things like business meetings... You finally asked Rukia out? Good man!" Isshin cried out as he slapped Renji across the back. "About damn time you do something about those unrequited feelings!"

"S-shut up!" Renji yelled as he snapped the laptop shut and put it under his arm. "I don't have any feelings for that cold bitch that uses people for her own advantage! I'm not going on a date with her! Blackmail! It's blackmail, dammit!" Renji yelled more as he stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

"She's steadily breathing so I think the morphine is kicking in. It seems that the pain through her ribs were too much for her to handle... the poor girl," the older woman said as she pressed her hand to the pale forehead, brushing the bangs out of the girl's closed eyes.

"Thanks Retsu," Ichigo said and the older woman's gaze flickered to the man that had his back against the wall, leaning on it with his arms crossed over his chest. His brown eyes were staring at her and for once in her life, she couldn't define what emotion was reflecting off his pupils. His orange hair that looked untamed fell in his eyes as his stare left hers and glanced to the young girl that was laying unconscious on the bed. "I guess the radiologist will have to wait."

"Unfortunately so. Maybe after her ribs start healing then she can. I would have her take it easy for now. Ichigo-kun, don't overexert yourself. If you can't save a patient, it's not the end of the world... You would do well to remember that," she replied as she walked towards the door. "Get some rest when you get home," she ordered before walking out the door and shutting it softly behind her.

Ichigo stared at the sleeping girl for a few more minutes before closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall. He hadn't realized that the morphine that the nurses had given her could have worn off. That was a stupid mistake on his part and he felt guilty for letting that happen. If it hadn't been for his irresponsible actions, his patient wouldn't be in the situation that she was in.

Dammit, Ichigo swore as his gaze left Orihime to the clock that sat on the wall across from them. It was getting close to five o'clock. The time that he was supposed to clock out but for some reason, he couldn't leave. He didn't want to leave the girl all alone in this room. He didn't want to think about her waking up and no one was here in the room to greet her. This is all my fault.

Letting out another heavy sigh, he made his way to the chair by her bed and placed himself in it.

Propping his elbows on his knees while his chin leaned on his hands, he watched the slumbering girl. He didn't know what the feelings were that were going through his body. He wanted to protect her yet he only just met her a day or two ago. He wanted to see her smile and see her bright eyes again if only for a second. He didn't like seeing her in the bed, her arms filled with IV's and a frown on her lips.

"K-Kuro..."

The faint voice caused the doctor's eyes widen as a pair of gray eyes slightly opened.

"Don't move at all, Inoue," Ichigo ordered as their gazes locked. "You collapsed in the hallway," he told her as he pulled his chin away from his hands as they they fell to his knees. "How are you feeling?"

"I...can't really feel anything. I kinda feel as if I'm in heaven right now. You're like an angel, Kurosa...ki-kun," she whispered and that caused Ichigo's cheeks to warm. "You're a really pretty angel, Kurosaki-kun."

"I'm not a damn angel," Ichigo replied dryly as he averted his gaze from hers, his cheeks growing more hot. He had a feeling that the morphine had done something to her brain and whatever she was saying, she wouldn't remember.

"A prince then."

Ichigo's gaze flickered back to her eyes. "A prince? I've never been called that before," He murmured and she gave him a weak smile in response.

"You're really kind, Kurosaki-kun. I wish that we could of met before I had come to the hospital. That way...I wouldn't cause you any trouble for being so weak," Orihime's voice was hoarse but Ichigo could hear her words very clearly.

"Idiot," Ichigo muttered as he placed his hand on the side of her bed, a few inches away from hers. "You're not any trouble. I'm your doctor and I promise to take care of you until you get better. Don't worry about troubling me. What you need to worry about is getting better-" he was interrupted as he felt cold fingers touch his.

Glancing down at her hand that had made it over his, he wondered why his heartbeat was quickening. He felt at ease and he hadn't felt this way since his mother had been alive.

"Kurosaki-kun. Thank you...for everything," Orihime replied as her fingers found his and he felt her lace them with his fingers. "You're really warm. I like it..."

Ichigo swallowed hard as his cheek grew crimson at her words. She was on morphine and it was natural to say things just out of the blue. It was normal.

"Your welcome," Ichigo said as he gave her a warm smile before she closed her eyes and he couldn't help himself as his hold on hers tightened.