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Ichigo awoke with a start. He felt around the bed, his body missing the comfort of the curvaceous, warm woman that he fell asleep with. He came across a note.
Ichigo, I went out to run a few errands, I will be back soon with breakfast. Please don't go anywhere. Orihime. Xoxo.
A smile tugged on the edges of his mouth as the corners of his eyes soften. He couldn't believe that he was able to spend the night with the most beautiful girl in the entire world.
He ran his hand through his hair, resting them on the back of his neck. He shifts to sit up when his entire back screamed very loudly in protest. He closed his eyes tightly as he bit back the girlish squeal that threatens his very manhood.
His back felt incredibly raw and devoid of any skin. Memories of last night came rushing to him in tenfold. Orihime's cries and moans. The taste of her which lingered on his tongue, the feel of her soft, supple skin, and of her nails scraping every inch of his back. Her nails scraping against his back in the most sinfully delicious way which should be illegal. That was why his back was like ground meat. Orihime really did a doozy on him. She should be grateful that he didn't pass away in his sleep. The amount of evidence that possibly lied under her nails wouldn't bode well for her.
Well, she could just say that he raped her, the amount of semen he produced was impossible. He should probably wash the covers…and himself.
Ignoring the screaming pain in his back, he got off of the bed and stretched. It was nice to not have to wake up to his father screaming his name and kicking him or jumping out of the closet on him.
Ichigo stood to attention, fear coating his entire being. What if…what if his father was…here…hiding somewhere in Orihime's apartment, hiding and waiting for him.
He shook his head. Years of his father's insane antics were finally begging to catch up to him. infect his brain and making him paranoid and stupid.
He pulled the dirty covers off of the bed and made his way to her washing machine. Stuffing them in the machine, he looked around for some detergent. He tried the cabinet above the machine, pleasantly surprised to find it there.
"Now…how much do I pour in…wait…where does it goes?" he looked around confused. He looked at the contraption, now wishing more than ever that he'd paid attention when Yuzu tried to teach him how to use it. Now that he looked, he could see that there were two different machines. He scratched his head furiously. Damnit! He wouldn't be beaten by so stupid machine!
he turned around, away from the offending machine and stalked off to the bathroom. He was surprised to see some clothes and fresh underwear folded in a neat pile on the counter with another note.
Here's some clothes and some underwear. These once belonged to my older brother. I think you can fit these. Xoxo.
She was so adorable. He loved her little hugs and kisses on the notes. Although, you'd have to kill him to ever find that out.
He took a hot shower, ignoring the way his back screamed out in pain when the hot water made contact with his raw back. His muscles were pretty stiff from last night, not to mention how filthy he was. A cold shower was most definitely out of the question.
In the shower of the small bathroom he heard the roar of thunder as clearly as if he was outside. It was storming. And from the sounds of it, it was storming pretty badly.
Orihime!
She was out running errands. She could get caught in the storm. And knowing her, she didn't have an umbrella or a rain coat.
Wait…running errands…
Errands…
"But I will meet with him tomorrow and-"
"FUCK!" he muttered turning off the water and reaching for a towel.
Why didn't he realize this before?!
It was just like her to run off and confront that bastard although she knew that he was dangerous.
As he threw on the clothes she left for him, he realized that he didn't know where they were supposed to meet. He didn't know anything about the bastard except that he was the scum and the earth and that he deserved to die!
Well, that's not true.
He grabbed his phone and dialed the only person he was sure would be able to help him.
"Hello," answered the monotonous voice of Uryu.
"Ishida, I need your help. I need you to locate someone for me."
"Ichigo, it's 8 in the morning, I seriously hope you are calling me this early in the morning for something ridic-"
"It's Orihime; I think that she might be in trouble." Uryu was silent for a moment. Ichigo heard shuffling on the other end of the line.
"Okay, give me a name." all previous annoyance in his voice was erased.
"Ummm…" Ichigo wrecked his brain for the name, cursing his inability to remember names.
"Really? Nothing? Dammit Ichigo, you said that Orihime was in trouble and you can't even remember a name?!"
"Fuck Uryu! Don't you think I'm trying! Shit, just give me a Fucking second!"
"If she's in danger then she won't have a second!" Ichigo bit back his retort, knowing full well that he was right.
"Aizen,"
"What?"
"I think Aizen is his name."
"As in, Aizen Media Inc.? Why would someone that far up into the Media corporal chain would be a danger to Orihime?"
"He's been making her life hell since she lived in America. I think she went to visit him this morning. But listen Uryu, the bastard is sick and sadistic. I think he might hurt her."
"Well, it says that he came to Karakura for a business venture and that he's staying at the Asuka hotel, jut on the outer edges of the city. I don't know what floor, but someone with his power and wealth, would most likely stay on the top floor."
"Thanks Uryu, how were you able to find out so fast?"
"He's famous in the business world; it only takes typing his name into the search engine. And we also talk about him in class for making new grounds in Japanese media in the entire North America, including the U.S and Canada. If you paid attention in class, you would know this."
"Okay, Uryu thanks for the help…ass."
"Whatever, I'll meet you there." The line disconnected, Ichigo held back a growl. He grabbed an umbrella and her pink rain coat out of her closet. He left her apartment and ran towards the Asuka hotel.
If that bastard so much as disturbed a single strand of her hair…
…he'd kill him.
!
The rain was pouring when they made to the hotel. Ichigo was soaked because he opted for sped rather than using the umbrella to stay dry. Uryu donned a white raincoat and galoshes, yet he still ran pretty fast considering the clunky shoes.
"He should be in this hotel," Uryu shouted over the rain. Ichigo nodded and ran inside, Uryu not far behind.
The building was considerably warm considering the weather outside. Uryu glasses immediately fogged up, obscuring his vision. He took them off to clean them as Ichigo pestered the concierge at the lobby desk.
"…Fucking know where this bastard is!" he yelled at the man.
"Sir, please, you have to understand that I cannot just reveal our guest's information like that." Uryu shook his head, knowing that Ichigo wasn't going to get anything from the man.
He looked around the lobby, for any signs of Aizen when he noticed someone fidgeting behind a newspaper, as if he was trying to listen in on the conversation. He seemed nervous and antsy. Maybe he knows something about Aizen.
He walks over to the fidgeting man, stopping a few feet away from him, speaking in a low voice; he asked the man if something strange happened earlier today.
The man looked anxious; his eyes flittering around everywhere, guilt consumed his face.
"Listen sir, we're afraid that our friend might be in great danger. All we want is to help her, so if you know something, please part with the information. I promise that you will not be associated with this at all. Just please…help us find our friend."
The man looked torn. He looked all around to make sure no one was paying any attention to them, and then he motioned for Uryu to move closer to him.
"This dame, she was like insanely hot right? I'm going to assume that she's that guys sister 'cuz they have the same hair and stuff, she comes out of the elevator, covered and blood and bruises and stuff. She ran out of here, screaming her head off and stuff and this rich guy Aizen, runs after her. As far as I know, they ran into the woods. They sent massive cleaners to clean up the mess and they told everyone to forget what they saw. But that happened like half an hour ago, so I don't know. Now get away from me, before I end running bloody into the woods myself."
The man stood up abruptly and walked away from Uryu, towards the elevators not looking back once.
Uryu walked over to Ichigo, who was five seconds away from beating the concierge face in.
"Come on Ichigo, this man obviously isn't telling us anything. This time is better spent looking for Orihime." He said, grabbing the outraged, bright hair teen by the arm and pulled him away from the desk.
Once outside, Ichigo pulled his arm away from Uryu, fuming.
"You were right. I was talking to a man in there, he said that he saw her running out of the elevator covered in blood and bruises and that he chased her into the woods. The people in the hotel are covering it up so-"
Ichigo didn't wait around to hear the rest of what he had to say.
He saw red. That's all he saw was blinding red rage.
The fucking bastard is dead. He's dead. The moment he landed a finger on her, he was dead.
Ichigo broke into a dead run into the woods calling out for Orihime.
He didn't want to admit it, but a cold fear had gripped his heart. She was hurt and she was in danger. That bastard chased her out of the hotel. Who's to say that he didn't finish the job?
He shook the thoughts from his head and ran faster, screaming her name high above the roar of the storm.
He was supposed to protect her.
He made it to the edge of the forest. He saw the rushing stream of the river. He wondered if she was along the river bank and decided to follow it.
This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to protect her from shit like this.
"ORIHIME! ORIHIME!" he screamed over and over, his heart squeezing with terror every time she didn't reply.
After, what felt like hours of searching he came across a fallen tree that lay across the river. Not far from the tree, he saw two figures huddling together.
One of them had bright orange hair.
"ORIHIME!" he yelled, hoping down on to the fallen tree and dashing across it.
"ORIHIME!" he cried out again, his heart lifting once he saw her moving.
She lifted her head up and turned around at the sound of her name being called.
"…Ichigo…" she said, his name a whispered prayer. She saw him, crossing the tree that had been struck by lightning earlier. Her heart leaped into her throat as she choked on a sob. "ICHIGO!" she cried out, scrambling to stand, ignoring the pain in her arm and he dizziness and pounding in her head. She ran to him, a choking sob escaping her throat, her tears streaming down her face.
"ORIHIME!" he yelled out, his heart soaring as she ran to him, calling his name.
They collided, fiercely embracing each other. She cried into his chest, clutching the wet material of his shirt tightly, holding him close to her.
She was so afraid, she was so utterly afraid that she would never again have a chance to hold him again, that she would never see him again.
He crushed her to him, his heart pounded painfully in his chest. When Uryu told him that she had ran out of the hotel, bloodied and covered in bruises, chased after that maniac, he was terrified that the worst could have possibly happened.
Seeing her now, alive, he was so happy, it was a relief. He was relieved that she was safe. That she was alive.
He couldn't see anything past her being okay. She was okay.
He felt her go limp in his arms. He looked down at her, horror drenched his body. There was a gash on the side of her head, multiple bruises on her face, one of her eyes were swollen and black, and her lips were split open in several different places.
A soft cry escaped his lips, as he saw her battered formed. His brain was racing; he didn't know what to do. Supporting her with one arm, he pushed the hair back from her face, the rain plastering it to her skull and continuously washing the blood from her wound, he could see it clearly.
Her skin was feverish, her breaths short and shallow.
She needed a hospital.
"Ichigo," he whipped his head around to face Uryu, his eyes wide with fear and sadness. "Come on; let's get back to the hotel. I already called an ambulance. We need to hurry." Ichigo nodded. He was right; they needed to hurry, to get her back. Everything will be fine. Everything would be okay.
She won't die. Not like this.
!
Tatsuki had a late night.
The officials from the tournament talked to her for hours on end last night, trying to discern why she threw her fight.
She didn't bother lying to them and pretending that she didn't through the fight. It was obvious that she threw the fight. She was winning; she displayed clear knowledge of the rules and regulations of the fight.
She tried to convince them that she did the illegal move because she felt that she was needed at home and that her coach wouldn't have allowed her to quit so that she was force to be disqualified.
They investigated her to see if she was given some monetary compensation for throwing the fight.
It was a very long night of investigation and frustration. Which is why she woke up much, much later than she had intended to.
She awoke to the sound of her phone ringing. Sleepily, she answered.
"Arisawa Tatsuki phone, this is Tatsuki speaking," she yawned.
"Tatsuki…it's Orihime…she's in the hospital. She's in pretty bad condition." It was Chad on the phone.
Tatsuki felt her heart fall out of her chest into her stomach.
That son of a bitch! She knew that he was the one that hurt her. he was the one that put her into the hospital.
She dropped her phone and grabbed her jacket, not bothering to change her clothes.
She bypassed her parents, ignoring their shocked sounds and questions as she pulled on her shoes and sprinted to the Ishida hospital.
When she made it there, she looked around furiously for her friends. Orihime was obviously in the emergency room. She spotted Chad, Uryu, and Ichigo, huddled together. Not far from them she saw a wet, disheveled man, a few light bruises were on him. she marched over to him.
"YO! Is you name Aizen?" he looked stunned, for a bit before slowly nodded.
That was all the information she needed.
She pounced on him.
She grabbed his neck, reeled back her tightly balled fist and sent it hurtling towards his nose. Blood sprayed everywhere as she felt the soft cartilage break underneath her fist.
She hit him, again, in his jaw. His head snapped to the side. She grabbed his face and hit him again.
"YOU BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU!" she screamed, hitting him over and over. She threw him to the floor, but before she could finish him off, she felt herself being lifted off the ground, away from him. She kicked and screamed.
"NO! NO! LET GO OF ME! I'LL KILL HIM! YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU!" she scream and struggled against Chad as he easily restrained her.
"Tatsuki…Tatsuki! Calm down!" Uryu tried to reason with her. He looked to the staff that just stared at the feisty slender girl with intrigue and semi horror. "Please, get him out of here. Take him to a room or some, just get him out of here!" he demanded.
They nodded, kicking themselves into gear as they hurriedly gathered a groaning Aizen off the floor and shuffled him out of sight.
Tatsuki continued to scream and struggle a few moments longer. Soon, she just collapsed into chad, crying into his massive chest.
After two, long unbearable hours, they were finally able to see Orihime.
Ichigo was the first to her side. She looked so much better that what his mind had left him to believe.
There were a white bandaged wrapped around her forehead, her face was bruised and swollen, but there was some color returning to her face so she wasn't so pale. She was still sleep, her breathing soft and even. Her arm was in a sling, it had been dislocated somehow, it was unclear because she was asleep. She had a severe concussion; her brain had swelled a bit, due to a severe impact, which was probably the same reason as to why her shoulder was dislocated.
It was a good thing that she stayed awake as long as she did, otherwise she would have died.
She would be fine, but would have to be monitored in the hospital for a few days.
Ichigo was relieved to see her. She was filling up every conceivable space in his mind.
That bastard that did this to her, he couldn't even focus on beating the living shit out of him, his brain was to absorbed on her welfare he was unable to process anything else like revenge.
He leaned over her and laid a soft kiss on her forehead. Grateful to God that she was alright.
!
A few days later, Orihime was feeling considerably better. She was surrounded by all of her friends, it was after school and they had brought tea and cake.
She would have to be in the hospital for a few more days, because of the severity of her condition. So to cheer her up, Rangiku decided to invite some of her chums from school.
Rangiku, Momo, Tatsuki, Chizuro, Ichigo, Chad, Uryu, Uryu's new friend Nemu, Renji, Ikkaku, Keigo, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow, Yumichika, Karin, Yuzu, and Toshiro, all piled in her hospital room.
It felt so good to see friendly faces and to be surrounded by good intent. She felt that this was doing more for her health than the treatments in the hospital.
"Renji! Stop hogging all of the cake!"
"Move around Ikkaku, there's more over there,"
"But you have the piece with the strawberry on it,"
"So? It's not my fault, it's the piece that I was given."
"By who? Yourself!"
"Please Rangiku! I don't feel comfortable this high up, so please stop moving!" Momo cried out as she sat on Rangiku's shoulders to hang up the get well banner.
"Ooh! This cake is delicious, who would've thought that such a peculiar looking boy would know where to by such a delicious cake!" Rangiku exclaimed, dancing a little jig as she ate the cake.
"Yeah well, if you come home with me, I'll give you something else that's a lot more delicious." Grimmjow replied looking Rangiku up and down.
"Oh, you're such a bad boy! Sorry, I'm taken!" she laughed.
"So am I, but I won't tell if you won't," he says suggestively.
"Gross."
"Hey! Get your hands off my sister!" Ichigo yelled at Toshiro.
"Ignore him, he can't say anything, he's been sitting that bed, feeding Orihime cake since before we got here," Karin deadpanned.
"Oh, that's so sweet! Look at the little strawberry feeding his sick princess," Renji and Ikkaku laughed as they mimicked Ichigo feeding cake to Orihime by smashing cake in each other's face, and making kissy faces.
"You guys are so dead when I leave here," he snarled at them.
"So Ulquiorra, you want to get out of here and spar? It's been a long time since I kicked your sorry ass." Grimmjow offered, cracking his knuckles.
"Grimmjow when it comes to a battle of wits and strength, you are far away from my equal, or even in my league. To fight you would be a waste of energy and time, so unless you wish to be confined to a hospital bed as well, I suggest you take your offer elsewhere."
"Those sounds like fighting words to me."
"RANGIKU PLEASE DON'T BOUNCE UP AND DOWN!"
"Oh, Orihime, I can't stand my undying love for you. Please, accept this strawberry as a token of my heart."
"Oh, Ichigo, I can't you see…I'm a princess…and you're…just a strawberry!"
"I swear, I'm going to murder you! What the fuck are you two doing?!"
"It's just a kiss Ichigo, jeez; you kiss Orihime, like all the time now."
"It's doesn't matter what I do! You will not be doing anything with that rotten little shit! Until you're thirty, no, you won't be doing anything with him EVER!"
"Hey! I don't' see you all up in Yuzu's relationship!"
"WHAT?! WHAT RELATIONSHIP?!"
"Karin!"
"Sorry Yuzu, it slipped out, honest!"
"Come on, Ulquiorra, let's take this outside."
"In all honesty, Orihime and I are obviously the most attractive people in the entire school, it would make more since in we dated."
"Yumichika, I wouldn't say that around Ikkaku, he might get jealous,"
"And what is that supposed to mean, you red porcupine ass!"
"Hey, stop talking about my hair; at least I'm not bald!"
"Those sound like fighting words!"
"RANGIKU I SWEAR TO GOD IF I FALL!?"
"Yuzu, seriously, I'm sorry. It slipped out!"
"Who is he?! I'll kill him!"
"Stop being so over dramatic Ichigo!"
"Where does he live?! I just want to talk to him!"
"Ouch, Ichigo, you're squeezing me too tight,"
"That's what she said!"
"Really Keigo? That's not even how you do it."
"Get off my princess you pervert! Here Hime, let me feed you cake."
"Augh! Too much, too much!"
"That's what she said!"
"Keigo seriously! Stop it."
"Get off her you crazy lesbian!"
"Hey what does being a lesbian has anything to do with anything. One, I'm not a lesbian, I just happen to have certain, undeniable feelings for this juicy princess here, secondly-"
"Man, lesbians are totally hot! Chizuro, grope her a bit!"
"KEIGO!"
"Why certainly…"
"Oh My!"
"CHIZURO!"
"Yeah, grab her-"
"KEIGO!"
"Listen, all I'm saying is that you're too attached to Yumichika is all. Anyone can see it."
"Oh yeah, and you're not sniffing Ichigo's balls all the damn time!"
"And no offense to you Ikkaku, but seriously, even if I did bat for that team, why on earth would I go with Ikkaku? Do you think it would be some Beauty and the Beast type of thing?"
"What the fuck? What's wrong with the way I look?! I'm a hot commodity!"
"Who told you that lie?"
"Shut up Rangiku!"
"And sorry to tell you Yumichika, but really, you're not all that great looking. I mean you're above average, but only barely."
"Hey listen bitch; you're only 2 years away from lifts and tucks"
"Oh you son of a whore! I will forever be a timeless beauty!"
"Just tell me who he is Yuzu, I promise to keep my cool."
"No big brother, when you found out who Karin was dating, you stalked Torshiro for two months!"
"Wait, that was you?! I got a restraining order on my neighbor for nothing!"
"YUMICHIKA!PLEASE STOP ARUGUING WITH RAN SO THAT SHE WOULD STOP MOVING! Ohmgodohmygod! I'm going to die. I'm totally going to die today!"
"Please, Chizuro, I couldn't possibly eat another bite-"
"Eat up my sweet, you must get better, you've gotten way to thin, I think your lumps are suffering for it."
"CHIZURO! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!"
"Girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?"
"Really?"
The room became pin drop silent as everyone turned to the two teens that sat on the hospital bed. Ichigo swallowed thickly, his blush reaching his hairline. He looked to Orihime, her face just as red as his as her large grey eyes stared into his.
"…yeah…my girlfriend."
Momo fell off of Rangiku's shoulders and hit the ground.
Dont' forget to check out my other story, Supernatural and let me know what you think!