Hey guys. I'm glad that y'all really like my story. It makes me feel all tingly on the inside. So here's a Valentine's treat and I hope that it will make you all feel tingly on the inside too. If not, try drinking an alcoholic beverage. It always make me feel tingly.

Enjoy Repsonsibly.

"There are an influx of new students arriving to karakura over the next few months and I thought that it would be a wonderful idea for is to create a program that would ease the new students into the swing of the school and make them feel welcomed," Principle Kisuke Urahara informed the two students that sat in front of him.

"So why the hell are we here?!" Ichigo nearly shouted. When Urahara was around he felt his patience dwindle quickly. "Isn't this job better suited for the class rep and the student body president?"

"Why yes, yes it is," the eccentric principle stated, waving a fan that mysteriously appeared on his hand.

"THEN WHY THE HE'LL ARE WE HERE?!" Ichigo shouted.

"Well, the student body president declined stating that she had far too many things on her plate,"

'More like she just didn't want to be stuck doing something as lame and stupid as welcoming new students' Ichigo thought, knowing exactly why Rukia would've declined.

"And many of the class reps are busy with festival planning and school trips so I couldn't bother them. Besides Mr. Kurosaki, I've taken a look at your transcript and noticed that you are frightfully low on activities. This will help with that." Ichigo had to admit, he was right about that. He didn't bother joining any organizations or groups. He was just too damn lazy to care, not to mention that he really wasn't a people person.

"Okay then, so why is she here?" Ichigo asked pointing at Orihime. "I'm sure she has a ton of extra-curricular activities."

"Oh she does and then some. But I chose Ms. Inoue because she is friendly, outgoing, and is the only person that is able to soothe injuries caused by your jagged, rough nature," the principle simply stated with a humongous smile. Ichigo wanted to tear it off his face. "Besides, with you being in Karakura all of your life, and Ms. Inoue being here a little over two years, it makes a nice welcoming committee of someone who knows where the new students are coming from, and someone who knows the town like the back of their hand!" Orihime had a determine look on her face, her eyes were watery.

"I promise I won't let you down!" she said in a rather determined way.

"That's the spirit! Kurosaki are you with us?!"

"Hell no."

"Oh, perhaps I didn't make myself clear. For you, there isn't a choice. You have to be a part of the committee. Or Yoruichi will do unspeakably horrible things to you," he said darkly. Ichigo swallowed thickly. How dare he threaten to sick his girlfriend on him. He was out of his mind.

"Alright, alright! I'll do it!"

The meeting with Principle Urahara took longer than expected, so Ichigo decided to walk Orihime home.

"Thank you so much for walking me home Ichigo, I really appreciate it," she thanked him happily.

"It's no big deal, besides, you don't live that far away from me so," they walked in comfortable silence for a minute.

"I was thinking about the welcoming committee, and I think that we should make baskets with nice little treats and school trinkets. I think that that would certainly make the new students happy." Orihime suggests.

"I guess that wouldn't be too bad. But what could we put in there?"

"Umm, maybe later this week we could go into town and look around in some stores and find some things. We could also check out the school store as well. Put in some school shirts, some pocky, ooh, maybe even some wasabi!" she exclaims excitedly. Ichigo chuckles,

"You're really into this type of stuff aren't you?" a small sad smile appears on her face, her voice becomes soft and low.

"I think it's a wonderful idea to make new students feel comfortable and welcome in a new school. I've changed schools a lot before I came here. It was really hard on me, and if there was someone there to welcome me to the schools, I probably wouldn't have been so sad all the time. When I came to Karakura High, Tatsuki was my own personal welcoming committee. She made feel like I was truly welcomed here. It was an amazing feeling; especially after all I had been through. If I could do just for one person what Tatsuki did for me, it would make me the happiest person on the planet." she wrapped her arms around herself in a hug, a beautiful serene smile lit up her large gray eyes, and a light blush tinted her cheeks. Ichigo found himself smiling along with her. He couldn't help but wonder what has this gentle beauty been through before she came to Karakura. He couldn't imagine her not being welcomed anywhere. In the prerphirable vision, he saw a motorist heading their way. Quickly, he grabbed Orihime's wrist and yanked her towards him, turning so than she'd be out of harm's way. He miscalculated her weight and they tumbled on to the ground, him on top of her, his forearm used as cousion for her head. The motor cyclist zoomed by without a word of apology.

"Sorry about that, are you okay?" Ichigo asked her. She looked up at him, a bit dazed and confused, bit she nodded.

"If it hadn't been for you, I would have been seriously injured. Thank you,"

"Don't worry about it," he smiled at her. She smiled at him. They just laid there, staring and smiling at each other like idiots. He noticed that their fall jostled her clothes, the gray uniform blazer and white shirt opened a bit more, giving him a better view of her heavenly assets. They looked so smooth and white and soft. Her skirt flew up around waist, exposing the silken skin of her thighs. He swallowed thickly and looked at her face, he wished he hadn't. She was breathing a bit irregularly, biting her lower lip, the blood rushed to her cheeks from all of the excitement. Her burnt red hair was seductively tussled. He felt something stir within them. Then he realized that they were on the ground, and he was straddling her. Again, something stirred in him, something deep and primal.

"Ichigo..." she breathed.

"Yeah..."

"Are you going to move?" he was tempted to say no. But he began to feel movement in his pants. He hurriedly got off of her, his face crimson, and offered his hand to help her up.

'What's wrong with me?!' he thought to himself. He heard a sound. And he was pretty sure that it came from Orihime.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked. Her face was red; her eyes were tight around the corners. Something wasn't right.

"Nope I'm fine, I'm totally fine. Let's go before the aliens realized that we've been standing out here too long. You know just the other night I could've swore that I saw one spying on me but the weirdest thing happened, when I went outside I didn't see anything. It was like poof, magic. But I swear to you I felt an alien watching me. But maybe I'm being unfair, because I didn't actually see any aliens, I just felt someone watching me," On and on she went, speaking bizarrely of aliens conspiring against her. He sighed and turned to walk, she tried to follow behind, but she was walking slowly, and carefully. That's when he knew that she had hurt herself.

"You're hurt," he stated simply. She bit her lip and shook her head. "Oh yeah? Then how about we have a race?" she went completely still. So quickly that he would've missed it if he'd blinked, her eyes darted down to her left leg and back to his eyes. He looked down and saw that there was a pink scrap on the smooth white skin of her knee. How could he have missed it! He wondered to himself. He turned away from her and got down on one knee.

"Well don't just stand there, get on," he demanded.

"Oh no Ichigo, I couldn't possibly"

"Just get on Orihime; we'll be able to get to your house quicker if you just rode on my back."

"But I'm too heavy!" she whined slightly.

"I highly doubt that you're heavier than Renji, so get on."

"Ichigo" she protested.

"I'm getting tired of waiting." after some self-deliberating, she decided to get on his back.

That was the single dumbest decision of his entire life. And you better bet the he was paying for it tenfold. A few reasons why he regretted having Orihime on his back:

1) Her breasts had to be the biggest reason by far. He felt them pressed up against his back. Those firms, yet soft and supple breasts of hers were rubbing his back in the most seductively painful way. He nearly got several erections from the painfully pleasant sensation.

2) Her creamy white thighs around his torso nearly made him go insane. And his hand kept "accidentally" brushing her beautiful bare skin. It was soft liked he'd thought, but surprising strong and firm.

3) Her smell was intoxicating. She smelled of strawberries, it rolled off her in waves. Teasing his senses, making his mouth water for a taste.

4) The way she held onto him as if she was afraid to let go. His body was all tingly and electrified where theirs met. He never wanted that feeling to end.

In the end, they finally made it to her apartment. And not a second too soon, he was sure that he would've ejaculated pre-maturely if that walk went on any longer.

She handed him the keys, and he opened the door. Still carrying her took off his shoes and made his way to the bathroom, where he gently deposited her on the sink counter.

"Where's you first aid kit?" he asked looking her in her large gray orbs.

"It's under the sink..." she squeaked. He ducked down between her legs, opened the doors and retrieved it. It took all the pride he had as a decent human being not to sneak a glance at her underwear. All of it, and then some. He treated and dressed her knee with the utmost care. When he was done he looked back at his work, proud.

"Ichigo you're so good at that!" she exclaimed. "It didn't hurt at all!"

"Yeah well, I guess I picked up a few things from my dad at the clinic so, it's okay." he stated humbly.

"Don't short-change yourself. You did a really amazing job." she praised. He blushed; it's not every day that he hears compliments. "Is this something you want to go into?"

"What?!" he exclaimed flustered, misinterpreting what she meant.

"Medicine, you know, healing the world one scrapped knee at a time?" she said, nudging him with her newly bandaged knee.

"I guess, I mean I haven't really thought about it," he shrugged. He always had plans for college, but he wasn't sure what he was going to study, what he wanted to study. He just hoped that it would all be resolved on its own.

"You should, you did an amazing job on my knee, I don't know how to repay you." images of bare skin, large breasts, and her moaning came to mind. He shook the images out of his mind. He seriously needed to get a grip. He was having impure thoughts about a pure girl. WHO WASN'T EVEN HIS GIRLFRIEND!

There was silence between them; she nervously bit her lower lip, that action was causing feelings in him yet again. He reached out and pushed her hair back, his fingers lingered on her soft, soft skin. Her hair was as soft and smooth as silk. He liked the way that the color was similar to his. All his life he was harassed about his hair, from teachers, students, and adults. He constantly had to deal with them picking on him and singling him out due to its odd color. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he always hated his hair. He hated the attention that it brought him. But then here comes this beautiful new girl with the same hair, and somehow, she made it look like it was the color of the Gods. She made it beautiful and coveted. She made him hate his hair less and less every day.

He turned his attention away from her hair back to her eyes. Her large gray orbs were wide and startled. He could get lost in them for days. If he just...leaned...a bit...closer...

There was a knock on her door. Ichigo growled in frustration.

"I should go answer that," she said, hopping down from the counter. She squeezed past him and made her way to the front door. He had an intense urge to punch something, or break something. He was feeling a whole bunch of emotions, rage by far the strongest. He heard her talking animatedly to someone who sounded older than her. He decided to listen in.

"...I heard that he's from America, and when I heard that I just thought that 'Oh, that nice Inoue girl is from America. If the new tenant is anything like her, I don't mind him staying here.' So I was wondering if he was anyone you might know? Maybe see if I made a right decision?" it was an old feminine voice. Orihime's landlord from the sound of it.

"I don't know, could you tell me his name?"

"Umm...it was a weird name, let me see if I remember it...Oo-key-orr-ah?" the old woman said sounded the name out.

"Ulquiorra Cifier?"

"Yes! That's the name! So you know him?"

"Yeah, I do actually. I met him in America. He was my...friend there." why did she pause for a moment. Did that mean that they were more than just friends? If so then why did she lie about it? And what the hell did that old bat mean about Ulquiorra moving to these apartments?! His head started spinning. All he could see was that bastard's hands wrapped around his Orihime. Wait, wait, and stop it. Hold everything. What did he mean by his Orihime? She wasn't anyone's, let alone his. He had a girlfriend that he was very much in love and committed to. ... What was her name again?

Rukia! Yeah, that's it! Oh man, he was losing it big time. He splashed some water on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a deranged man on crack. He was going to go mad if he spent any more time with Orihime. He needed to get home. He rushed out of the bathroom and into the living room where Orihime and the old woman were talking.

"Oh! Ichigo, you've finally come out. I was just about to make some tea. Would you like some?"

He was out the door before she could finish speaking. Leaving her and her landlord in a state of confusion.

He practically ran home. He needed to gather himself. When he goes home, he heard his younger sister, Yuzu Kurosaki, alerting the family that he was home.

"Hey big brother," Karin, Yuzu's twin, greeted him. His eye twitched as he took in Karin sitting in very close proximity of her boyfriend, Torshiro Hitsuguya. The child prodigy with winter snow white hair and icy blue eyes and an overall cold demeanor. Except, apparently, when it came to Ichigo's little sister.

Ichigo knew that Toshiro was a good guy, and he knew that he was smart and strong enough to protect his little sister. However, he's a guy. And when it came to his little sisters, guys were the enemy. No matter how decent they were.

"Where the he'll is dad!" he shouted at Karin. She pointed towards the stairs and saw Isshin Kurosaki poorly hiding on the stairs, spying on the two pre-teens. Ichigo let out a small sigh of relief, and went to join his father on the stairs.

"Hey son how was your day?" his father asked, never taking his eyes off the young couple.

"Fine," was Ichigo's short reply.

"Girl trouble huh?" his father deduced.

"How did you know?" Ichigo was truly surprised.

"I'm a father. It's my duty to know everything about my children even when they don't tell me. "He answered wisely.

"Wow," Ichigo was honestly stunned at the attentiveness his father demonstrated.

"Well that and the fact that the front of your pants are a bit wet," he gave his son a devious smile as he snickered. Ichigo instantly went red and tried to cover himself.

"Damned pervert!" he shouted.

"Hey, it's not my fault that you were getting all hot and bothered with your little girlfriend. How is that little ball of spitfire anyways?"

"I wouldn't know. She isn't talking to me right now," he replied impassively.

"Then why...oh. Now I know why you're having women troubles."

"Exactly. Dad...what am I'm supposed to do?" Ishhin was surprised to hear this from his son. Every since his dear beloved wife, Masaki, passed on to the great yonder, his son became independent and self-sufficient. The occasions on which he would ask for his father's advice were few and far in between. So instead of pouncing on the opportunity to embarrass him, he answered him seriously.

"Son, you are wise and mature for you age. Every since your mother's death, you've quickly grown into a bright and responsible man. But the thing is, you're still so young. Your body, as well as your mind, is still developing. So you are bound to make mistakes and you are bound to think and possibly have feelings for other girls. It isn't set in stone that you and Rukia are going to be together for the rest of your lives. And it isn't set in stone that you aren't. But before you go on and do something that you might regret, make sure that the feelings that you're having are coming from your heart and not your pants."

Ichigo mulled over his father's words long into the night. 'But before you go and do something that you might regret, make sure that you are having are coming from your heart, and not your pants.'

Was his feelings for Orihime just lust? It was true that she was the very definition of a boy's wet dream. Of a man's wet dream too, to be honest. He certainly couldn't stop thinking about her. But could it all just be lust and not love after all?

"ARUGH! Why is this so damned difficult?!" he shouted to no one in particular. He was sure that he loved Rukia. She was always there for him when he needed her. And she always knows how to kick him out of his funk. Even if she has to do it literally. She saved him when he was going down a slippery slope by giving him the power to save himself, a debt of gratitude that can never be paid. He loves her that much is certain. But then there's Orihime. Sweet, kind, caring, beautiful Orihime. The exotic beauty from America. He hadn't known her as long as Rukia, but before he and Rukia started dating, he had grown close to her as a friend. She could always pick up on his moods, and always listened attentively when he just wanted to vent. He would always feel stronger, smarter, and braver when she was around. She made him want to be better than he was. He didn't know what to do, be didn't know how he felt. He was too damn young and life was too damn short for him to be this damn confused. How do you choose between someone who makes you be better and someone who makes you want to be better?

Tatsuki was in the dojo practicing a new karate moved that she created. It was okay, but it wasn't perfect. And she needed to be perfect if she wanted to win nationals. Nationals. She still hadn't told Orihime about it. She would be gone for at least two weeks, three if she made it to the finals. It was a worldwide event, students from all o Ed the world would be coming to fight. It was an opportunity of a life time. She should be thrilled to go but...Orihime.

That smile, that maniacal, broken smile. It still chilled her even though it's been well over a week. Still, that smile reminded her of when she first met Orihime. The girl was obviously troubled very rarely did she smile. And when she did, it wasn't much of a smile at all, more of an animal baring it's teeth to its prey before devouring it, mixed with something that can't smile because it pained them greatly to do so. That was the dark Orihime that no one knows about but her. The one that Tatsuki thought was buried forever.

Someone came into the dojo. She snapped her head around and spotted the intruder. It was only Saddo.

She blushed furiously, wishing she wasn't covered in sweat and didn't smell like a gym sock.

"Hi Saddo." she said, trying to ignore the fact that whenever she spoke to him her voice went all feminine and girly. He nodded at her and then began to move towards her. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want him close enough to smell her, but she did want him close. She was completely freaking out on the inside, she wanted to scream and shout, and jump all around. But she was calm, cool and collected.

"What's up?" she said nonchalantly, mentally praising herself for being cool and aloof.

"I got something for you," he stated. His deep baritone voice reverberating down to her very core. She shivered.

"You do?" this was a surprise. It wasn't her birthday for another few months. That's when she noticed that he was holding something behind his back. Her curiosity was peaked.

"What is it?" he pulled from behind him a plain blue gift bag with sheets of blue tissue paper sticking out. She took it and opened it up. Inside was a plain black box. She opened that up and saw a beautiful delicate charm bracelet with matching golden charms. One was nun chucks, weights, a soccer ball, a tennis shoe and the word strong. Her heart skipped a few beats. This was incredibly thoughtful and sweet. She felt her throat burn as her eyes began to water. She didn't what to think, she didn't know what to do.

"I hope this brings you good luck with the National tournament," he spoke, surprising her.

"How did you know?" she asked.

"...I looked up the postings online. I knew that you would qualify because you won every tournament that you've been in. Except that one when you broke your arm," he admitted sheepishly. The gentle giant, although dark in complexion, burned red in his face and looked away from her, embarrassed. It was so adorable, this was so sweet. She did the first thing that came to mind. Standing on her tip toes, she kissed Saddo on his lips. He was astounded at first. All he expected was a thank you, hoped for a hug, but instead was rewarded with a kiss. Kissing Saddo was amazing. Once he realized what she was doing, he wrapped his huge strong muscular arms around her slender frame, and lifted her up to him. She wove her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to greet his. She could feel his thick muscles rippled under her touch, she smiled, still kissing him. Never has she felt so safe in someone's arms before. Never has she felt so secure. This feeling, this feeling that Saddo was making her feel…it was…nice. No, it was more than nice, it was wonderful. She never wanted this feeling to end. But, alas, as all good things should, it ended.

They broke apart, red faced and out of breath. She glanced at him, a smile carved onto her face. He gave her a shy smile in return.

"Thank you for the bracelet. I'll treasure it always," she couldn't stop smiling at that moment even if her life depended on it.

"You're welcome…" he was so shy, he couldn't think of anything to say, so he grabbed her hand by way of speaking. She went even more scarlet as they began to exit the dojo. They didn't say anything, they didn't have to.

He walked her home in companionable silence. When they reached the front door, she turned to face him.

"Saddo, could I ask a favor of you?" He nodded. "Could you watch over Orihime while I'm gone? I just have the strangest feeling that something bad will happen to her if I leave. I will feel enormously better knowing that someone I trust will take good care of her." She looked into his dark brown eyes. He'd never seen her look so lost and so scared. He'd do anything to rid her of that look forever.

"I promise, I'll protect her," he stated. Relief so enormous covered her body. She hugged him hard, thanking him profusely. Now, she can tell Orihime with confidence that she was going to Nationals.

"Mister Aizen, sir, we are preparing to land. Please buckle your seat belt, we'll be grounded momentarily," reported the pilot of his private jet.

He barley registered voice, he was caught up in a much more interesting subject. It was his princess. He hadn't checked in on her in a little over 3 years. She filled out considerably, growing much more beautiful with age. He frowned when he learned of her…deflowering. She was tainted, but that made her all the more desirable, especially when what read followed her deflowering.

She tried to kill herself twice more, which made him unhappy. The reason he stop playing with her was because he was sure that he'd broken her. But apparently, she was strong enough to survive bleach, over medication, and slitting of the wrist. He wondered if she had any scars…any visible scar that is. He chuckled to himself. Then frown when he saw a current picture of her.

She looked…happy. Smiling and carefree, as if she'd forgotten all about him and what he did to her. He thought that she wouldn't have resurfaced after her dear brother's accident. But yet, somehow she did, and she is thriving.

"Well I guess this means that I will have more fun tearing her down. This time, there's no white knight to save you."