This idea just popped out of my mind while I was in the bathroom and I had to write it.

My third IchiHime fic. As you might notice about my past fics, I'm a sucker for the name Daisuke. I don't know why. I find it attractive. I'm using it again

A bit unusual. Or so I think.


Chapter 1


Inoue Orihime sat on the chair of her new apartment, watching the sky from the window in her room. She had sat still for moments now, her mind blank and void of anything she considered as unnecessary.

Her mind drifted back to a painful, necessary memory. She wanted to forget, but whenever she was alone and quiet, the thoughts simply intrude her mind.

How long has it been? 10 years? She didn't know anymore. She lost track.

How could she possibly have lost track? She had a walking testament of how many years he had left.

Seven years.

Living testament? Curse or blessing?

A child. She had a child.

Inoue Daisuke – the name of her wonderful, adorable child.

She had no qualms of being a single mother. It was tiring yet fulfilling. She owned a flower shop that was known in the town. They didn't suffer nor starved. In fact, she even got a bigger apartment for both of them.

She wasn't alone in taking care of the boy too. Daisuke had her Aunt Tatsuki, who always visited every week ends and took care of him whenever Orihime was too busy.

He had his Uncle Uryuu who played the part of his second father. The Quincy-doctor had been seeing Orihime for the past three years, accepting full responsibility as the father-figure of the bubbly, handsome and intelligent boy that wasn't really his. He even gave Orihime a roof to stay under when she was heavily pregnant, and even letting her stay in his mansion after she gave birth to Daisuke.

She knew the man was everything he could ever hope for in a husband. Unfortunately, he wasn't Daisuke's father. And he wasn't the man she loved.

Orihime hadn't quite forgiven the father of her son for what he did back then. He was her first time. He took her virginity. It was a meaningless one-night stand for him, as he made it out so clearly to her. But it was something much more to her. She had loved him since high school.

It happened so fast, in his farewell party as he made his way to America to study medicine. God knows how much harder but faster taking the difficult course it was in the land of progress. He had been drunk. She had been crying.

She found it in her heart to confess her feelings. He didn't say anything; just letting his needs lead him.

Not that she complained. She wanted him for a long time.

The next morning, he was gone.

He had already left.

After a month, she had been experiencing bouts of dizziness and nausea. She consulted Ishida and found out the sickening truth – she was pregnant.

"Do you know who the father is?" Ishida asked gently.

Of course I know who the father is, she thought madly. He's the only one I've ever been with.

"Inform him," he added.

Orihime knew that she didn't need to speak for the Quincy to tell who the father was.

She called him. But he dismissed her before she could even say anything…

"I know, Inoue. Just… just forget that I did that. It was a mistake, we know it. I was drunk, I didn't know. I'm sorry if I hurt you."

She didn't manage to form a reply. Her anger and desolation took over. She cut the line dead.

The only person who knew Daisuke's father was Ishida.

Tatsuki asked, but Orihime never said anything. It pained her to see her best friend stare at her in those hurt eyes, as if sensing she was shutting her down in this part of her life. But she couldn't tell Tatsuki. It would ruin everything.

Somehow, as the years passed, Tatsuki got used to it and never asked again.

"Mommy?" the seven-year-old Daisuke called out, clad in his school uniform. "I'm home."

Orihime stood up smiling. At least, she had Daisuke.

She swooped down and kissed his chubby cheeks.

"How was your day?" she asked.

"Fine," the young boy said. "Science was really fun. We discussed animals and plants – their kinds and the like."

"That's good," she said, smiling softly.

She looked down at the boys brown eyes, crinkled in the grin he wore. The boy inherited her cheerful attitude. But the rest? Not from hers.

The spiky light-orange hair was definitely not hers. The brown eyes, sharp nose, lips… even the height. Daisuke was tall for his age.

He was overprotective of his own mother, always saying the lines 'I'll save you, mom' when they were playing. He had an interest in swords and martial arts. She enrolled her in Tatsuki's karate class when he was still five.

The boy was smart, inquisitive, funny and talented. When he frowned in concentration, his brows draw together in an all too familiar expression that someone she knew always wore.

These were the traits his father possessed.

That's it. I want to cut it there. Pretty short, but I'm just getting to the juicy start. This part seemed more like a prologue.

Anyway, just review! )