Hey guys, I know that this it took forever for me to upload a new chapter but I've been kinda busy. actually I was going to make this chapter a bit longer, but decided against it. Anyway. I hope you like it and I plan on posting a new chapter really soon. Btw, spring break is comming up and since I kinda have no life right now, you can look foreward to more frequent updates.

And also thanks for all the nice review and for your contiuned support. It motivates me to see that y'all enjoy my story so much. Thankyou.

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Ichigo looked from his phone to Orihime. Shock painted his features, his mouth was slightly agape. He was drawing a blank. He didn't know what to think. He couldn't think. The only thing that appeared in his mind was that picture of Orihime. It warred and conflicted with the picture of Orihime that he always known.

Why was there a nude picture of Orihime on his phone? On everyone phones?! Why would there ever be a nude picture of her?! He looks at her.

Her head down. It's obvious that she's fighting tears. Her shoulders are shaking with effort.

"Oh man! This is Orihime!"

"Wow, she DOES look better out of her clothes than in them!"

"Woo-hoo! Her breasts look smaller in this photo. Do you think she's got a boob job?"

"Maybe you should ask Ichigo?"

"Maybe we can find out for ourselves. She must have really given up the goods if she got pictures like this circulating."

"I totally always knew that she was a whore,"

"Who takes these kinds of pictures other than porn stars?"

"Oh my god, look at her! This photo is so cheesy and tasteless!"

More and more insults and comments fly her way. She tries to hold it together. She tries not to let her tears spill over. She can't help it. One singular tear falls. Landing on her desk with a small splash.

"THAT'S ENGOUH!" Ichigo demands. Everyone looks to him. A dark aura rolls off him in waves.

"You will not, talk about her that way! I don't give a damn what she's done before she got here, but if you bastards think that I'm going to sit here and let you talk shit about her then you are seriously fucking mistaken. The next person to utter one more syllable about her will feel my wrath." He snarled.

Orihime stood abruptly. Everyone's' eyes were on her. She turned to the door, her head down, her face hidden by her hair. When she made it to the door, it opened in front of her. Three thug-like guys stood at the door.

"Hey look, it's the porn star herself!" one the guys said. The one in the middle leaned down and grasped her chin. She knocked his hand away. He grew angry and grasped it harder, forcing her to look up at him.

"Listen slut! I was just wonder how much you-"Orihime was yanked away from the guy and thrust back into the room. Surprisingly she was caught by Ulquiorra. He carelessly steadied her before he joined Ichigo in the beating of the three thugs.

It was a barrage of limbs and fists and blood as both Ichigo and Ulquiorra took down the thugs together. Ichigo was muttering curses and threats; Ulquiorra was silent, swift and deadly. His lithe form twisted and turned in the air as he swiftly and deftly took down the boys who harassed her.

She wanted to feel happy and overjoyed that her friends were fighting for her. She truly wanted to feel happy and overjoyed.

But she felt pain. She felt misery, heartache and torment. She didn't want them to fight for her. She wasn't worth fighting for.

She pushed passed the fighting boys, not looking up. Not looking back when the sounds of carnage and grunts. She didn't stop when she heard her name being called.

Once again her life was collapsing around her. The walls of her securely built fortress crumbled into sand with every passing second. Her lungs filled with rocks. Every breath was struggled and painful and faint.

She made it out of the school. She didn't know where she was going. She just wanted to escape her life right now. She didn't even want to exist.

Her phone rang. She already knew who it was. She decided to answer it. She was already in hell; she might as well greet the devil.

"Princess, I'm almost surprised that you answered my call. So how is your day going?" he spoke with dark humor. She wanted to gnash her teeth, break them and drown on her own blood. Anything at this point was preferable to her own life.

She met his words with silence. The only sound that could be heard was her ragged breath as she made her way as far as she could possibly go from the school grounds.

"Princess, its rude not to speak when spoken to," she didn't know why she did this to herself. Why she allowed Aizen to torment her so. Why she listened to his chocolate smooth voice as he said dark things to her. She must a masochist.

It was funny when she thought of it that way. She was the masochist to his sadist. In a way they were a perfect fit. She began to laugh hysterically.

She shook her head of her dark, terrifying thoughts. She knew what she needed. She knew exactly what would get her mind off her troubles. She hung up her phone and headed towards the nearest convenience store.

!

Aizen laughed in dark humor as the line was disconnected. From her outburst of dark laughter he could tell that she was beginning to crack under the pressure. Her support beams were falling away, one by one. And if he knew his princess, which he did, she was going to do something that would cause more harm than good.

Soon. Very soon would she be perfect. She would be his. He would beat her into submission until she can only think of him. Until her world is completely filled to the brim with him.

Her every thought, her every action would be for him. She would be unable to escape him.

She would be his soon.
!

Rukia was absolutely grinning underneath her façade. She hasn't been this happy since Ichigo and her started dating.

Finally the beautiful princess has fallen from her pedestal. And boy did she fall hard. She did not see those pictures coming. In all honesty she really didn't anticipate this. Of course it worked out for her. Not only did it prove to people that Orihime wasn't the nice sweet girl that they all her to be, it proved her to be a slut as well. She couldn't have asked for this kind of retribution for she did to her.

Due to all the uproar and scandal of "child pornography" being wildly distributed throughout the school, Principle Urahara released the students about an hour after princess of the sluts, as the whole school is now calling her, ran off.

Rukia didn't even understand why she left. She had Ichigo and that weird, yet strangely hot, student fighting for her. They both were about to go after her actually when she left, but Yoruichi stopped them, saying that they were too close to her to be of any help. Yet, she allowed Saddo to go. It really didn't make any sense, but Rukia didn't question it. She just played her part as the victim. And she played it extremely well.

Nearly all of the girls were surrounding her when school was released. Crowding around her, walking her home and offering their sympathies.

"Oh Rukia, you poor thing!"

"Who would've known that Orihime was an actual slut?"

"Did you see the photos?"

"I bet she sent those photos to everyone herself!"

"Yeah, that's all she wants it attention from boys!"

"Duh! And you can just bet that her breasts are fake!"

"I can't believe that she would do something like that to you!" and on and on it went. Rukia would've been tired of it if it didn't make her feel so good! She was absolutely giddy with happiness.

When she reached home, finally, she let of a relieved sigh. It was great all of that delicious attention that she was receiving. But keeping of this façade was draining.

She ran her hand through her hair, a habit that she picked up from Ichigo, and made her way up the stairs to her room.

"Rukia," came the deep calm voice of her brother. She froze. His voice, although leveled, impossibly held some condescension. She took a deep breath and made her way back down stairs, keeping her head held high.

"Yes, big brother?" her voice was small and meek.

"It has come to my attention that your personal life is a bit…out of control. Is there anything that I should be concern about?" Leave it to her brother to know what was going on between her and Ichigo. For a fearful second, she wondered if he knew about how she was getting back at Orihime. To her big brother, that would be seen as pitiful and a desperate attempt to recapture something that was lost. And the Kuchiki family does not do desperate.

"No, big brother, I have everything all under control. I am handling the situation with pride and dignity, upholding the Kuchiki name and honor," she lied. He was silent for a moment, and she was sure that he knew that she was lying.

"Well, I hope for your sake that you are doing just that. You may go," with a silent relived sigh, she made it back to the stairs. "Rukia," she froze once again, holding a bated breath. "Just make sure, when you are handling things, which you're able to hold your head high with dignity, and not down, with shame." His final words struck her to her core, a deep sense of foreboding pooling and coiling in her stomach like an impossibly long snake. She was sure that what she was doing was the right path and that she would have nothing to be ashamed of.

Nothing.

!

Orihime was drunk. She was incredibly drunk.

She drank all of what she bought from the kind, slightly blind, man at the convenience store and decided to go to the bar for something harder. Something clear.

Now, her head felt as though it was filled to the brim with water and it was weighing her down. She was surprised at the amount of alcohol that she drank. But she should have known that she wasn't a light weight.

Her parents weren't light weights. She remembered bottles, upon bottles of alcohol in her house, scattering the floor. Taking up space on the counters and trash.

Broken glass birthed bloodied feet and hands. Alcohol birthed loud angry words, violence…

…blood…

…scars…

…wounds.

She was drunk. She realized that she was drunk. She doesn't even know what she drank to make her drunk, but it did it. She was drunk, and she didn't even remember why she was so sad and tortured to begin with. The harder she tried to grasp the memory, the further it slipped out of reach. Soon, she stops trying to remember because she felt irrationally angry and violent.

"Hey, whoa! You're the finest piece of ass I've ever seen in my entire life!" a sleazy man, probably in his thirties or early forties, with a 5'oclock shadow, and creepy sun glasses that fell on the bridge of his nose. He looked her up and down, his blood shot eyes raked over her entire body, slowly as if he was undressing her. She tensed, feeling her blood boil like it tends too when she drank too much.

"Sir. Please, Go. Away." She said simply and quietly.

"Hey now, don't be so high strung," he said lifting his hands in defense.

She ordered another beer, the bar tender looked kind of hesitant at giving it her. She'd obviously had enough and he still wasn't sure about her age. Her I.D said 21, and her figure did seem as though she was a grown woman. But her face held an innocence about it, albeit, a great deal of sadness that seemed to make her look even more fragile and childlike. But that was when she first came in, before she started downing whiskey and vodka tonics like it was bottled water. Now she looked angry and irritated, and the more that man spoke, the more pissed off she looked.

"I was just trying to make your day. Let you know how beautiful you look. But you're not all that, so don't go and get a big head to match those nice tits of yours." He said, still leering at her.

"Sir, if you don't mind. Leave me the fuck alone because I am in no mood," she growled. She was getting fed up with this asshole.

"Listen bitch," he grabbed her shoulder roughly, causing a sharp pain to shoot through her shoulder and fire to burn in her eyes. "I was just trying to be friendly-"that was all he could say before she grabbed her bottle of half-finished beer and crushed it with as much might as she could possibly managed into the side of his head.

Glass splatted everywhere, as did his warm blood as he slumped to the floor. Or was it her blood. There was a dull pain in her hand, but she couldn't be sure if she had glass in her hand or if was from the impact of the bottle to his head.

There was silence in the bar as all eyes were own her. Even the bar tender didn't know what to say.

"Oops," she said with disinterest. She got up on legs made of cooked spaghetti noodles. The world swayed all different types of ways. She began to giggle as she stepped over the, now unconscious man. Or was it men? She couldn't tell if there was one man or three.

She wobbly made it out of the bar, stumbling as she drunkenly walked with concentrated movements. Any man who had an idea of taking advantage of her drunken state was quickly deterred by her random act of violence.

If felt as though she was walking forever. She bumped into several walls and trash cans and poles, calling them all sorts of d-bags, and a-holes and jerks.

She began to sweat, the heat was unbearable. When did it get dark outside?

There was a movement in the shadows of the night. She turned towards it.

"Wh-who's there?" she said drunkenly. She toppled slightly, trying to work her body into a fighting stance. "Sh-sho-sho-so. So yerfelf!" her mouth moved weirdly around the words as she became drowsy. The effects of all that alcohol and no food finally taking its toll on her.

Out of the shadows came a huge, hulking figure. Her legs gave out as she fell to the ground like a bag of potatoes.

"Saddo."

!

He followed her after she ran away. He didn't go close because he didn't want to alert her to the fact that he was following her.

He promised Tatsuki that he'd watched over her. So far, he's been doing a bang up job. She was the laughing stock of the school. There was nude picture of her circulating the school. Almost everyone hated her; she was assaulted and harassed multiple times.

He followed her when she went to the convenience store and then to her home where, he assumed, she drank all of her purchased alcohol. Just when he was about to leave, she came out of her apartment and strolled into the sleazier parts of town.

She spent the better part of 5 hours in a little hole in the wall, donning a fake I.D to the bar tender and began downing drinks like they were water. At first he thought that it was water, but then he began to notice her sloppy movements, her shoulders slumping and the way she began to teeter on the stool.

A drunken man came and began bothering her. Saddo tensed, and started to get up. But before he knew it, she smashed a bottle that she had against his head, and stumbled out of the bar. Some of the mans' friends stood up in defense of their fallen comrade. But one look from Saddo and they thought better.

He followed her out at a safe distance. Her hand was leaking blood at a steady rate. She must've cut an artery or something when she'd smashed the glass against the man's head. He decided to make himself known. She needed to get medical attention.

"Wh-who's out there?" she stumbled on her words as she commanded him to show himself. He revealed himself from the shadows as she crumpled to the ground, breathing his name in a sigh of what sounded like relief.

He hurried to her, lifting her up and carrying her to the Kurosaki clinic. He took out his phone and dialed Ichigos' number.

"Hello," was the grunted greeting he received.

"Ichigo, is your dad in?" the gentle giant asked.

"Um…I think so. Why do you need my dad?"

"I'll be over in a bit," he hung up the phone, not responding to Ichigos' surprise sound and question. He didn't need to tell Ichigo of Orihimes' condition. He'd find out soon enough. Besides, Saddo knew that Ichigo had feelings for Orihime. It had been evident to Saddo before the temperamental orange haired teen even knew his own feelings. He'd only freak out and worry needlessly about the girl and wouldn't be of much help.

Orihime looked pale, and a sheen of sweat seems to coat her body. She needed immediate attention. He began to run with her.

Tatsuki, I'm sorry. I've failed you.

!

Ichigo waited outside for Chad. He had kind of worried him when he called looking for his dad. Last time Chad had asked for his dad, he came to their clinic with a insanely large bruise on his back and what should have been a concussion from the motorcyclist who ran into him. (Motor cyclists are dangerous people to be around apparently)

Finally Chad comes running around the corner. Ichigo tenses. Why is he running?

That's when he notices that Chad is holding something, or rather someone. He sees the familiar burnt orange hair that is similar to his. His heart begins to thump rather loudly in his chest as all of the worst possible scenarios began to rummage around in his head. He starts calling for his dad frantically as he runs to Chad.

"Wh-what happened!" he asks Chad, searching for signs of damage. She was pale and sweating all over, he noticed that there was blood all over her hand and shirt. He looked at Chad, fire in his eyes, trying his hardest to keep accusation out of his voice. "What. Happened. To. Her?" Chad ignored him and moved on to the Clinic, meeting Isshin at the door.

"What happened to her son?" he said, addressing Chad.

"She hit a man with a beer bottle and I think she cut her hand," he replied. Ichigos' heart stops beating as frantically as it had been when realized that the blood is just from her hand and not a gaping hole in her chest as he imagined. Then it clicked in his head what Chad had said.

"She hit someone with a beer bottle?" Ichigo asked incredulously. Chad nodded.

"She was drinking at an underground bar-"

"She was in a bar? She was drinking?!"

"Chad, bring her in," ordered Isshin. He pointed to a bed once inside the clinic and Chad gently laid Orihime down. She murmured something incoherent. Ichigos' heart tightens. He was at her side instantly. Her gray eyes open slightly peering at him.

"Oh God, what are you doing here?" she moaned. He was taken aback. Her cheeks were red; her breath absolutely reeked of alcohol.

"Ichigo, check her blood pressure," Isshin ordered handing him the blood pressure cuff. Isshin checked her respirations and pulse. "Her breathing is a bit rapid and her breaths are shallow." He lifted her injured hand. "There seem to be bits of glass in her hand. The wound is very deep. She did lose a sustainable amount of blood." He gently prodded her hand with a gloved finger. She didn't flinch.

"It looks like she won't need anesthesia…for now. Ichigo, I need you to type in Orihimes' name into the computer to see if she comes up in the database. Find out what blood type she is, and get the bags from the freezer," Ichigo nodded, he didn't want to leave Orihime, but he was grateful for something to do other than fret over her.

"Chad, could you finish explaining what happened? It seems as though our guest has went to sleep," Isshin said gently. He nodded.

"She was drinking pretty heavily, and a man started harassing her. She grabbed her bottle and she smashed it against his head and left. I watched after her to make sure she was okay and then I noticed that her hand was injured. She drank heavily for 5 hours straight," Chad told them straight forwardly.

"She drank for 5 hours straight?" Isshin asked incredulity coloring his voice. "How many drinks did she have?" Chad shrugged his shoulder.

"I lost count after 20th one. Men kept sending her drinks and she would down them without thanking them."

"This girl can really hold her alcohol it seems," Isshin said, donning some glasses and picking up a pair of surgical tweezers and a surgical knife. "Ichigo, make sure you bring in some saline solution as well," he called out to his son.

Ichigo heard him, but didn't say anything as he looked up Orihime in the database. Her medical history popped up and found out that she was a B blood type. He committed the information to memory and was about to go and grab the blood when he spotted something that caught his attention.

Karakura Mental Institution for Girls…why would this be on her medical record?

"Ichigo, I need that blood and that I.V now," Isshin urged. Ichigo snapped out of his interest for her profile and went back to the task at hand.

"Um, sorry dad," he said, handing him the necessary tools. He began to hook up the I.V with the blood and inserted the needle into her forearm. A small bead of crimson appeared on the pale, alabaster skin. He cleaned it with a alcohol wipe, taping the needle and a piece of gauze to her skin. His dad was picking small, bloody shards of glass out of her hand. Ichigo swallowed thickly, still worried about her.

"Son, please. It's not going to help her if you just sit there and worry over her like that. And frankly, your aura and tense movements are kind of distracting, so maybe you could busy yourself until I'm done," Isshin said not looking up from his patient.

Ichigo ran nervous fingers through his hair, gripping his neck and looking around. He scowled, trying to cover his worry and left the room. He was about the leave the clinic when he saw that the computer was still on. Orihimes' file was still up.

Karakura Mental Institution for Girls….

He moved towards the computer, scanning over her profile.

Name: Inoue Orihime

Age: 14

Sex: Female

Admitted date: June 28

Admittance Reasons: Self-mutilations, multiple attempts at suicide, severe depression, anxiety attacks. Subject was slit wrists vertical of the vein after death of brother (guardian) funeral. Subject was found in the bathroom tub. Multiple lacerations of the skin were found on the thighs and upper arms and stomach.

Previous before death of subjects' guardian, subject has tried to kill herself on 2 more occasions. Once by drinking bleach, a second time by over dosage of antianxiety medication.

Medications: Prozac 30 mg dosage. (Dosage may decrease or increase depending on behavior)

Release date: January 21st

Notes: subject has shown significant improvement in condition since admittance. It is most likely due to outside friend that subject has made. Subject will be monitored on a weekly basis to ensure that a relapse doesn't occur.

Ichigo eyes were wide and his mouth was agape. He couldn't believe what he was reading. It couldn't possibly be the same Orihime that he knew.

The Orihime he knew was always smiling and happy and full of life. She rarely frowned and she didn't have any marking or scars that he knew of. Well…

Lately, she hasn't been smiling a lot, and when she does smile, it doesn't quite reach her eyes. But that because what's been going on at school…but there's that picture of her…where did that picture even come from?

… There haven't been any accidents lately…have there?

Is…is this what he meant by that? Is…is Orihime really…sick?

His head pounded in tune with his heart. He felt it spin, faster and faster out of control. His…Orihime wasn't well…she was…she is…no, no she was mentally unstable.

…Subject slit wrists vertical of the vein…

She was…suicidal?

He shook his head, trying to organize the thoughts that ran rampant in his mind. Okay, so she was suicidal and she used to cut herself. She battled with depression and anxiety.

He took a deep breath as he let the newly found information seep into his skull and as he processed it.

None of these things changed the girl. This information didn't make her a different person. She was still the same, loveable, strange, kind hearted girl that he always knew and cared about.

But did he still feel the same way about her as he did before?

As he mulled it over he realized that he didn't. He didn't feel the same way about her as before. In fact, he would say that he felt for her more.

The fact that she went through all of this, suicide attempts, depression, her brothers' death. The fact that she been through all of that, and most likely more, yet she was still able to smile and find ways to be happy every day. It made him realize how truly strong that she was. She was truly an amazing person.

But what happened to make her so miserable to the point where she couldn't find the will not to live, not only once, but three full times.

And what can he do to ensure that it wouldn't happen ever again?

kay, so I dont know how all that medical stuff works. I kinda raped google looking some of that stuff up, like the I.V saline solution is supoosed to sober you up or something like that, so if it seems like a far stretch, it probably is.