Well here it is, the greatly awaited next chapter. Wow! I absolutely cannot believe that it's been 85 days since I first posted this story. What an 85 days it's been.

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The next chapter is almost done so just hang in there and most importantly, Enjoy!

Okay, so it was brought to my attention that something didn't make sense in the plot of this chapter. Hopefully I have corrected it and ameded the error, or confusion or unrealisticness of it all.

"Please…finish what you were saying," she said, cocking her head to the side, a smile on her face. "Because it'll be the last words she'll ever hear."

"Rukia, what the FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Ichigo yelled at her, shifting so that he stood in front of Orihime. Her eyes widen and a hurt look crossed her face.

"Ichigo honey, that's no way to talk to me." A cruel smile crosses her face. "Especially when I have a gun pointed at your heart," she said as she lifting the gun towards his heart.

Orihime grasped her bright yellow jacket and tightened it around her as if to cloak herself in it and hide.

"Rukia…why are you doing this?" Orihime asked in a soft hurt voice, trying to get from behind Ichigo. He held her back firmly, his eyes not leaving Rukia's.

"If this is about us Rukia I swear I'm going to kill you," he threatens her.

She threw her head back laughing.

"Funny you say that…when I have the gun pointed at you. As for what this is about…this is purely about Orihime and me, and how she stolen every single thing that I care about. First Hisana, then you and now even my big brother is on her side!" she exclaimed.

"Hisana…" Ichigo thought hard…Hisana was Rukia's sister. She passed away a few years ago. Like a year before Orihime came to the school…so why would she…

"What the hell does Orihime have to do with Hisana's death?" he asked furiously.

"SHE KILLED HER!"

Orihime gave a sharp intake of breath. Ichigo broke his gaze from Rukia to Orihime and her stricken face.

Could it possibly be true?

"She…she…she was …your…sister?" Orihime voice wavered. She slowly took a step from behind Ichigo, but he stood in the way. "Those people that were in that car…that was your…family?" her eyes watered, tears threatening to spill over.

"No, I just say bull like that for shits and giggles. Of course it was my family! It was me, my big brother, and my big sister who's dead! Because of you! And you stupid, selfish suicidal tendencies! But you don't have to worry about killing yourself now. Now I'll help you, and trust me, this time, you'll succeed."

"Rukia…I am so….so sorry for what I've did. I've never meant to hurt anyone-"

"Oh save the bull for someone who actually gives a fuck! It's fine that you ruined your own life, but the fact that you went and dragged an innocent, beautiful, and kind woman with you…you are a monster!" she spat, her own tears running down her face.

"I know…and I'm sorry. I deserve to die…" Ichigo snapped his head towards her, his eyebrows raised and a concerned look on his face. "I truly and honestly deserve to die. For all the pain and misery that I have caused…for all the lives that I stole and ruined. I couldn't agree with you more, I am a monster, one of the truly worst kinds.

"But I've learned this lesson more than anyone, killing me isn't going to bring anyone back…it isn't going to make you feel better, trust me. No one could ever hate me more than I've hated myself. But no matter how many times I've tried to kill myself, no matter how many times I tried, I've never felt any better. And if you kill me you won't feel any better." She pleaded with her, tears escaping her face as she remembered all of the times she spent in the hospital, having her stomach pumped, being bandaged. All of her failed suicide attempts.

"Well, let's test that theory," she said, lifting the gun towards Orihime. Ichigo stepped in the way again.

"Rukia, think about this…you can go to jail forever for this. You don't want to ruin your life over something that can't be changed, something that was an accident!" he shouted at her.

"Oh no, no, no, see, I won't be blamed for this. Sosuke Aizen will," she said matter of factly.

"Wha?"

They all heard movement coming from Orihime's room. Sluggishly, Aizen shuffles out, completely disorganized and confused.

"What the hell?" he asks before Rukia turns around and promptly shoots him three times in the chest.

Ichigo quickly grabs Orihime by the back of her head and buries her face into his chest so that she doesn't see the newly dead man in her living floor, the blood pour from his chest seeping into her carpet.

Orihime's heart jumps into her throat as cold, fear pulses throughout her entire body. Tears buns painfully behind her eyes, her breath become short and irregular. A cold icy fear grips her heart, plunging it down into her stomach where it settled painfully.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Ichigo yells at Rukia, turning slightly so that he's able to block Orihime's view of the freshly dead Aizen and shield her body from Rukia.

"Sorry, it is necessary, you see, Aizen was waiting for Orihime to come home as he didn't get to finish where they'd left off. He attempts to shoot her, however, you jumped in the way and was critically injured, not enough to kill you my love but more than enough to injure to the point where you need surgery and is unable to point the blame on me.

"She attacks Aizen, killing in the name of self-defense, and then, so tortured by the death she commits suicide. Sounds pretty believable don't you think?" She asks them, leveling her gun at Orihime.

"Rukia, if I'm still alive in the end, wouldn't it make sense that I tell the police what really happened?"

"Oh no, no, no, I don't think so. Not if you want to protect Yuzu and Karin that is," she responds with a sickly sweet smile.

Fear encased Ichigo's heart as his little sisters came to mind.

"Stay the Fuck away from my sisters!" he shouted, moving to her. She pointed her gun at him.
"Ah, ah, ahh. I wouldn't be too hasty Ichigo. All I have to say is that there is some insurance in play. If you even so much as hint that I was the one that did any of this, they will die." She said looking him dead in the eye, the look of utmost sincerity in her eyes.

"You bitch…"

"Names, names, names," she said waving the gun.

Orihime took a deep breath and turned around to face Rukia.

"Rukia, please…leave Ichigo and his family out of this. Its me who you want…not them, they're only little girls they have so much more to live for…I promise…he won't say anything."

"Orihime!" he exclaimed, turning around to face her.

Her large grey eyes met his angry and frighten brown ones.

Yes, he was frightened. But it wasn't in fear of his life; it was in fear of the girl that he loved so much, the girl that he was certain that he couldn't live without.

She grasped the material of his orange cotton graphic t-shirt, leaning her forehead on his strong, unyielding, warm chest.

"Please Ichigo…please…I-I can't rest knowing that something happened to Yuzu or Karin…to your father…to you,"

"Orihime," he said, reaching a hand up to grasp her face. "Nothing's going to happen to you…I promise," he promised her, searching her grey eyes for understanding. Tears escaped her eyes as she leaned into his hand.

"HEY!" Rukia yelled at them, she fired into the air, Ichigo dropped his hand from Orihime's face and stepped in front of her. "Flirting in front of me is not a smart idea," she threatens them.

"Rukia, why go through all this trouble? Why set up this elaborate plot to kill Orihime?" Ichigo asked, subtly backing towards the door.

"Well, actually, it wasn't always this elaborate. I wasn't actually supposed to get my own hands dirty. Aizen was supposed to kill her. But the stupid, pathetic son of a bitch decided to have a conscious. Instead of letting her drown, like a smart man, he jumped in and saved the retarded bitch,"

Orihime eyes widen, her heart pounded loudly in her ears.

She remembered that horrible day.

She remembers the fear.

She remembered the anxiety.

The hurt, the pain, the fear.

All of the thoughts that ran through her mind as Aizen tried to rape her.

"…you did this…" she whispered, looking down, her orange bangs covering her eyes.

Ichigo and Rukia both looked at Orihime.

"…You…did this…You brought Aizen into my life…again…" she accused, still not looking up. Her voice, as well as her body was shaking with emotion.

"You made my life a living hell…you're the reason why everyone here thinks I'm a slut…you're the reason he almost RAPED ME!" she yelled looking Rukia in the eyes, fire igniting her own grey orbs.

Rukia eyes widened, a sliver of guilt flashed in them before it was replaced with smug and hatred.

Ichigo spun around looking at Orihime, fear, anger and worry all melded together in his eyes.

"WHAT?!" he yelled, searching her eyes. But she was beyond looking at him; her eyes were angry and solely focused on Rukia. He spun back around to look at Rukia. "What is she talking about Rukia?" he demanded.

She didn't take her eyes off Orihime as she answered.

"Yeah…she's right. A few weeks ago I texted Aizen and convinced him to come here and mess up Orihime's perfect little life. But that wasn't enough; I wanted her to suffer more. So I amped things up a bit. I was sure that with a little pressure, she would break down and be committed once again…or at the very least kill herself…do us all a favor.

"But then it didn't go as I planned. A Certain…handsome, orange haired devil gave you all of the support that you needed to face Aizen, so…I decided to change things. Make him break to the point that he would become homicidal. How else did you think that you got all of those files on Aizen, learned of his familial background? That God was on your side and it was time for you to stop struggling? I knew that if you had some shit on his fucked up background that he would break and want to kill you.

"My mistake, I should have known never to send a incestuous, momma's boy to do a woman's job." She spat, glancing over her shoulder at Aizen. "He tried to rape you, for that and only that, I am sorry. However, I'm also sorry that he didn't kill you like he should have…he would've lived longer."

Orihime felt a fury gathering in her body. Never in her life has she ever felt so furious.

"You were my friend!" she accused her, disgusted.

"I was never your friend. I've always hated you. You took my sister from me! I think it's only fair that I ruin what was left of your pathetic life. You should have just stayed in America."

"No, Rukia…you don't understand what I've been through. How much I've suffered…my entire life has been nothing but suffering…and you…you made even my life…you made my life…worse than what it already was…how could you!?"

"YOU KILLED MY SISTER!"

Orihime shifted to a fighting stance. She unzipped her jacket, she didn't even bother taking off her light brown boots, thankful that she was wearing black wash skinny jeans.

This was it. This was her limit.

All her life she thought that her limit meant that it was time for her to die, however this…this meant…

That it was time to fight.

She arranged her fingers so that her knuckled jutted out.

She punched Ichigo in the back of his knees, hitting his pressure points; she crouched down and swept his feet from beneath him. Rukia's eyes widened a bit as she held on to the gun tighter, confused at this turn of events.

"Augh! Orihime! What are you doing?" he asked, grunting in pain as he made contact with the floor.

"Sorry Ichigo, but this is my battle, I refuse to let anyone take this bitch down other than me," she growled. She charged to a surprised Rukia. Astounded, Rukia shot at Orihime, the bullet whizzed by her shoulder, taking along with it some cloth and flesh.

"Orihime!" Ichigo cried out, grunting to get up, fighting against the locked muscles in his knees.

Orihime stumbled a bit, biting back a groan, it was only a flesh wound. she continued running to Rukia, making contact and tackling her on the carpet before she could fire another shot. The gun flew out of her hand and landed somewhere away from their fight.

The girls were a tangle of limbs and hair as they fought.

Orihime punched Rukia in the face and upper cutted her in the stomach. She grabbed both sides of her head and yanked it downwards as she forced her knee up, cracking Rukia's nose.

Rukia stumbled backwards, her hand on her face, trying to hold in the blood.

"THOU BITTH!" she exclaimed. She ran to Orihime, ducking under a punch and landing a few of her own in her stomach. She swept her feet from underneath her and sent a barrage of attacks in her face.

Orihime tried to block the attacks, but there were too many. She lifted her leg up, struggling to get it between them; she was able to kick Rukia off of her.

She pounced on Rukia, grabbing her head and banging it to the floor.

"I'm sorry for what I did to your sister. I truly am. But that doesn't give you…a...reason…to…do…what…you…did…" she grunted as she banged her head into the ground. Rukia used her palms to hit the sides of Orihime's arms, causing her to release her.

Both girls got back to their feet.

"You killed my sister, she was my best friend!"

"I'm sorry for that! But ruining my life isn't going to make her come back! Why can't you see that?!"

"Because the only thing that's on my mind is revenge!" Rukia lounged towards Orihime, gripping her long, orange locks. Orihime grabbed her hair and pulled as well. They smashed into the walls, knocking down pictures, knocking over the sparse knick knacks that decorated the tables.

"Rukia, you can end this! Just let us go! I promise, I'll forgive you!"

Rukia, using all of her strength, threw Orihime to the ground.

She quickly looked around and spotted the .44 Magnum lying abandoned on the ground.

She ran to it, scooping it up off the ground.

Orihime, discombobulated, sat up, her eyes widening when she saw the round barrel of the gun pointed at her head.

"I am ending this," Rukia breathed heavily, pulling the trigger.

"NOO!" Ichigo shouted, appearing out of nowhere, grabbing Rukia's hand.

The shot was fired.

Both Ichigo and Rukia's eyes widened as they looked down.

His stomach sported a dark red blotched that grew larger and larger.

He was hit.

!

4 days ago.

Orihime and Ichigo lied in Orihime's hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling, their hands intertwined.

"So I decided…I'm going to become a doctor." Ichigo stated shyly yet with confidence.

Shocked, Orihime shifted so that she was on her side, staring at his lightly blushing face.

"Really?!" she asked excitedly. He nodded his head.

"Yeah, I want to help people…I want to save lives…I want to be a doctor."

Giddiness and excitement coursed through Orihime. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into the biggest bear hug she could manage. He smiled, allowing himself to be enveloped in her.

"Ow, ow, ow," she moaned softly. She had only dislocated her shoulder, but it was still quite sore, yet, she refused to wear her sling when she could.

"Is it your arm?" he asked concerned, shifting from her embrace. She pouted adorably.

"So tell me, what made you decide to become a doctor?" she said changing the subject. "Was it being in the hospital all this time because of me?" she asked playfully, brushing his hair away from his forehead.

"Well…It is because of you…" she stopped her ministrations, looking him in his warm brown eyes. "Orihime…you inspire me," he said.

Her breath hitched at his confession, her face burned red.

She looked away, ashamed.

"Orihime…what's wrong?" he asked concerned. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

"My brother…he said that to me once…when we first moved to America…he told me that I was the reason that he wanted to leave that house, that he wanted to better himself...He told me that I inspired him," she covered her mouth as her tears began their escape down her face.

Ichigo wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, holding on to her tightly.

"I killed him Ichigo, I killed him and if you don't get away from me I'll kill you too," she cried, trying to pull away from him.

She was poison. Everything she touched withered away, betrayed her, or died.

She didn't want that to happen with Ichigo, she loved him too much.

"Hey, Orihime…look at me," he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. using the pad of his thumbs, he wiped away her tears. She sniffled, her nose pink, her eyes watery.

"Listen; there is no force on this earth that can remove me from your side. I will always be with you…always. There's nothing anyone can say or do, no not even you that can scare me away. I love you, and I will always love you…okay?" he stared in her large, sad, tear filled grey eyes.

She closed them as she nodded, a small smile gracing her lips.

He leaned forward and captured those lips in a kiss.

!

"…ICHIGO!" Orihime screamed, scrambling off the floor.

He staggered backwards, a surprised look on his face as he stared at Rukia. She looked at him in horror, dropping the gun.

"…I-Ichigo…" she whispered his name, taking a few steps backwards. That was a fatal wound. She only had meant to hit him in the knee or perhaps the arm...she loves Ichigo...she didn't want to kill him...she loves him!

"ICHIGO!" Orihime cried out, catching his falling form. She staggered under his weight, setting him down gently. "Ichigo," tears welled and fell from her eyes. She turns and glares at Rukia. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE! CALL AN AMBULANCE! GO GET HELP!" she screams. Rukia just stares at her, shocked, unsure of what to do.

Slowly, she nods and looks around the room for her purse and phone.

Orihime turns her attentions back to Ichigo; she takes off her bright yellow jacket and pushes it to the gaping red, hole on Ichigo's stomach.

"You're going to be alright, you're going to be okay. Don't worry, help is on the way. Help is on the way!" she chants, trying her hardest to stay calm and positive.

But there's so much blood! There's entirely too much blood! He's going to lose it all!

WHY IS THERE SO MUCH BLOOD?!

He reaches out to her with a bloody hand, palming her cheek. She takes her own, bloodied hands away from his stomach and holds his hand that caressing her face. She closes her eyes as she leans into it.

"Ichigo…" she cries softly. "Why….why did you do it? I'm not worth it, I'm not worth saving," she cries, silently begging God to reverse their roles.

He coughs, it sounds wet and some pink fluids dribble out of his mouth.

"You are worth it Orihime…you're worth everything to me," he coughs again as she shakes her head.

"I told you…I told you that I was poison!" she sobs, her chest shuddering with pain.

"You're…not…poison…" he wheezed. "You're the best thing that…has ever…in my life…happened to me…and if given the choice…I wouldn't…change…a thing," he was engulfed in a coughing fit, the fluids, a dark red, spewed out of his mouth. Sweat formed along his brow, his temperature was dropping rapidly.

She shook her head vehemently.

"No, no…if only I wasn't born…if only you never knew me…none of this would've happened, you wouldn't have been hurt!" she cried. Her heart was beating erratically, fear encased her entire soul. She desperately, desperately, wanted to trade places with him. To trade her life for his is all that she could ever hope for in this moment.

"No…I…I rather that…that I die…right here…right now…than live a hundred years…without ever knowing you…" he wheezed.

"No, no, no!" she cried, shaking her head, her orange locks whipping about. She clutched his hand tightly as she felt his grip loosen.

His breathing slowed.

His heart rate dropped.

His eyes dulled.

"Ichigo….Ichigo…"

No response.

"ICHIGO!"

Kay, so I'm totes crazed for Pocahontas and that was my fave line in the entire movie, so if you read any of my other stories you might see that type of Influence.

So sorry about what I did to Ichigo. I'm evil and I really wanted to use that line. SO, please, please, please don't kill me!