A/N: Don't like the plot of character plot, then don't read. Or I'll get my Zangetsu and Getsuga Tenshou you :P
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CHAPTER 9:
Urahara's Shop once Again.
Ichigo flew to the location of Orihime's Spiritual Pressure, ignoring the burning pain between his legs, the rain soaked him to the bone, chilling him but it didn't deter the orange-haired Soul Reaper one bit. He had finally found Orihime and he wasn't going to let her go. It wasn't long before he found her, but the location was almost too painful. He found her, shivering and shaking on the floor, in the exact same place where she lost her life. It was hard enough going to her grave everyday, setting a red and white rose to her resting place, beside her brother.
A white rose, symbolizing purity, innocence.
A red rose, professing his love and passion for her.
Ichigo dropped down and lifted her soaked body into his, his skin still omitting a powerful warmth that Orihime curled into. He didn't have the strength to move, he took her in the shade of an abandoned building and held her to his chest, letting the tears fall silently, but he never made one sound. He watched as she started to calm down and she fell into a blissful sleep.
It was almost too good to be true. The woman he loved had returned to him. Where they were, was symbolic. It was her life ended and her new life began.
He remembered her funeral:
(..)
The Buddhist Priest finished his sutra, but Ichigo and Tatsuki, who Orihime listed as her guardians, didn't want Orihime to have a kaimyo
She faced north of the Shrine. She was surrounded in sweet-smelling flowers. Orihime was dressed in a beautiful white kimono, her gray eyes closed and her pumpkin-coloured hair draped around her like a beautiful silk curtain, her skin deathly pale. The inner glow gone, makeup couldn't recreate what had long been natural. Within her crossed palms, instead of a knife was her hairpins, that she would use to defend herself. Her long lashes caressed her high cheekbones. Her plump lips upturned in a slight peaceful smile. Six coins glittered softly, for her journey across the Sanzu River
"Orihime. . ." Ichigo whispered, clutching juzu beads before he fell to his knees in front of her, sobbing and screaming. "COME BACK! ORIHIME COME BACK TO ME!" Renji, Uryuu and Chad had to restrain him as he screamed and cried for his love.
Rukia started sobbing as she walked toward Orihime's casket and placed a soft kiss to her cold forehead.
Chad, who had left Ichigo to Uryuu and Renji, walked to his gentle friend and placed his large hand on her cheek. Tears welled in his eyes as he caressed her soft cheek, walking back to hold Ichigo who burrowed into his giant friend, crying inconsolably. Uryuu was next, laying a white rose next to her, holding her hand gently, tears rolled, unbidden down his cheeks. He quickly ran out, falling to his knees outside as he sobbed. Tatsuki shakily stumbled to her best friend and sister, sobbing before she even got to the casket. She placed Orihime's favourite teddy bear Enraku, who, she claimed would protect her no matter what.
Many of their friends paid the respects and Ichigo was the last to properly say goodbye. He took off a necklace that he had worn, it was the engagement ring that he was going to present to Orihime, and ask for her hand in marriage. He held her hand and slid it on. "For when we meet again."
(..)
Ichigo held her tighter, shaking away those awful memories, he held her hand and felt a slight anomaly, raising her hand, he saw the engagement ring that he had slid on her finger during her funeral.
She had everything?
Ichigo stood tall, running out of the abandoned building and Flash-Stepped to Urahara's shop.
Perhaps all was not lost afterall.
(..)
Bleary gray eyes started to open slightly, hearing the hopeful gasps of what seemed to be quite a few people.
Her eyes adjusted and she saw familar faces.
"Chad, Uryu, Renji, Tatsuki, Rukia, Mr Urahara, Tessai, Yoruichi, Jinta, Ururu. . . Ichigo." Orihime whispered, touching his face gently. "Sorry for kneeing you in your private parts."
Ichigo blushed bright red and everybody laughed, hugging their friend.
"I'm home." She whispered.
Yes, you have guessed correct!
The Struggle of Life has returned after a long and boring break.
Welcome back! I missed you too -plot walks away, flinging shoes-
Waaaah!
Okay, I'm sorry! -hides in a corner, assuming the fetal position-
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