Author's Note: Okay Guys this is my very first FanFiction entry and I'm kind of nervous about it so please go easy.

Warning: I kind of don't like Rukia. In fact she is my least favorite Character on Bleach. So if there's some Rukia bashing I apologize in advance. I'll try not to bash her too much out of respect of those who do like her.

Also: To be able to fit with what I had in mind, some of the characters personalities have been altered a little. If I deviate too far from them please let me know so that I can amend it.

Thanks for choosing to read my story and I hope I don't dissappoint.

Enjoy!


It was a mistake. It was one very huge, colossal mistake. It was never meant to be leaked, never meant to get out. And no matter how far away she ran, it followed her. Tirelessly. Relentless in its brutal assault. All she ever wanted was for it to end. She thought that it finally had. But she was wrong. It will never release her. He will never release her.

Orihime Inoue stared in horror at her phone. At the message she received 5 minutes ago. Her heart thundered painfully in her chest, its rapid beat similar to that of a rabbit's as it escapes from a predator. A cold sweat drenched her, as he body slowly encased itself in mind numbing fear. One single thought rattled around painfully in her brain, shattering the remainder of her soul.

Not again. Dear lord, please not again!

Her throat burned as if it was on fire, her vision blurred as tears fought to escape. Unpleasant memories flittered through her mind. Memories of a past she hoped she'd buried forever. She was so absorbed in her past, she didn't notice her best friend sneak up on her, or even notice when she began calling her name.

"Orihime!" Tatsuki Arisawa yelled as she shook her friend. Orihime jumped, releasing a startled yelp. Her eyes were wild and scared. She held her bag in front of her as if to ward off an attack. She was a deathly pale and a fine sheen of sweat coated her skin. Tatsuki have never seen her friend behave in this manner before. Instantly, she went into protective mode. She looked around for any signs of danger. She spoke quietly, looking her friend directly in the eyes.

"Orihime, what's going on? Why are you just standing here? Are you okay?" Orihime was having a difficult time comprehending what Tatsuki was saying. Her mind was muddled; all she could hear was taunts and laughter. She viciously shook her head to gather her thoughts.

Orihime get yourself together! Tatsuki can't see you like this! She'll worry! She blinked furiously a few times and managed a smile. She knew it was a terrible one, it felt forced and faked. And by Tatsuki reaction, she knew it had the opposite effect of what she was aiming for.

"Sorry Tatsuki. I really don't feel well right now. In fact I feel God-awful!" she attempted a smile again. Tatsuki actually flinched that time. She was losing it; she needed to get away now.

"I'm going home…don't follow me…I'll-I'll call you later." She turned and ran, leaving her friend in a dust of confusion.

She ran from Tatsuki. She ran from school. She ran from the message. She tried to run from her past. But once again like always, it found her. He always found her. No matter how far away she ran.

Tatsuki walked back to class confused, worried, and slightly horrified about her encounter with Orihime. She looked so frightened and sick. And that smile! Tatsuki stopped in front of her classroom. She closed her eyes as she shook her head trying to rid her brain of the disturbing smile her friend left her with. It wasn't so much a smile as it was more of her baring her teeth.

The door swung open, knocking her out of her daze. There stood Ichigo Kurosaki in a head lock by Renji Abarai and Ikkaku Madarame. They looked at her. She looked at them. They stared at her some more. She stared at them a bit longer. It wasn't too long until she became furious at them.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING! I LEAVE FOR FIVE MINUTES AND YOU'RE ALREADY FIGHTING!"

"HEY! It wasn't even my fault. I was just minding my business when Renji here decided to be the asshole of the century-gah!" Ichigo was cut off by Renji tightening his hold on his windpipe.

"Who are you calling asshole of the century? I'm gonna beat your ass into the ground!" shouted Renji.

"And I'm going to help!" Ikkaku stated.

"I don't even KNOW what I did to piss you off!"

"You sat there and stared at me with that stupid face of yours!" he stated as he kneed Ichigo in his stomach.

This was giving Tatsuki the headache of her life. She already had Orihime's weird behavior to think about, she didn't need these morons acting their usual moronic selves. She closed her eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Tell me, Madarame, Abarai, and Kurosaki. What were you suppose to do while I was gone?"

At least they had the decency to look ashamed.

"Were we suppose to collect money for the field trip?" suggest Renji.

"No, we went on that field trip weeks ago. You morons were supposed to clean the classroom. "All of a sudden, the boys straighten up and began to look really terrified. And Tatsuki just knew that the classroom was in worse shape than when she left it.

"Oh my God, what did you asses do?!" She pushed past them into the classroom and was completely mortified by what she saw. Desks and chairs were everywhere. Some were bent out of shape; there was one that was stuck in the wall. Paper, books, pens, pencils, littered the floor. There were at least 3 broken windows.

Tatsuki was literally shaking with fury. A dark aura coated her and seeped into her voice.

"Kurosaki…Madarame…Abarai…"

The boys gulped deeply, sweat formed along their brow.

"… If this room isn't cleaned within the hour, I will personally castrate each and every one of you then sodomize you with your own separated member." She said this all calmly and darkly with her back turned to them so she was unable to see the look of pure terror cross their face.

Immediately they began to clean the room most vigorously. Tatsuki left them and went to the girls' bathroom. She splash cold water on her face to clear her mind. Because of those morons she wasn't at all able to process Orihime's weird behavior. Sometimes she didn't know if she went to school with human beings or with dogs. Very destructive dogs. Very stupid, idiotic, destructive dogs.

Her mind flashed back to Orihime and her strange behavior. That smile…that creepy teeth baring smile. That was what bothered her the most. It was so…so…

"Ugah!" she blurted out. "She said that she would call me. I'm sure she will tell me whatever going on. I just have to be patient. Be patient Tatsuki." She mumbled to herself. Laughter came from the other side of the bathroom door. It swung open and in came Rukia Kuchiki, Rangiku Masamoto, and Momo Hinamori.

Tatsuki sighed inwardly. She didn't really like Rukia all that much. In fact, if she was honest with herself, something about Rukia rubbed her the wrong way. It could be that she was a bit snarky. Or the way that she made everything about her or the fact that she was obsessed and possessive about her boyfriend Ichigo. Or possibly the way she seemed to need to be the center of anything with a penis attention. Anyway, Rukia rubbed her the wrong way and she didn't enjoy her company.

"Oh look who it is, it's Tomboy Tatsuki!" She exclaimed.

Tatsuki inwardly sighed at the nickname that Rukia dubbed her when they were kids.

"Not now Rukia, I am in no mood."

"Geez, what got your knickers in a twist?" she said as she sauntered past her.

Tatsuki sighed, outwardly this time and choose to ignore her.

"Hey Rangiku, Momo. What's up?" Momo waved shyly and Rangiku took a deep breath.

"You know for some odd reason Gin has been acting unnaturally weird. I don't know if it's because of me or school or home or what?! I tried to get him to relax in various ways but lately he hasn't been that into it. Maybe I should be more inventive? But I can only bend so far I'm not a cat you know?!" of course leave it to Rangiku to try and solve problems with sex.

"Maybe it's not the way its being done, but who he's doing it with." Suggested Rukia absently as she applied gloss in the mirror.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Duh, it's obvious that he's cheating on you. No guy in his right mind would be unaffected by sex. He's tired of you. He wants something else." Rangiku just stared at her in disbelief.

"Rukia, look at me. Really? Do you think that someone would be able to do that? To me no less?!"

"You guys have been dating since the sandbox. Maybe he just wants to experiment with different partners. Besides, he's in college, surrounded by older, more sophisticated women. Maybe he's through with high school girls." Rukia shrugged nonchalantly. Rangiku narrowed her eyes to a glare at Rukia.

"I don't care much for what you're implying Rukia." She said dangerously. Tatsuki thought to herself, dear God are they going to go at it again?

"What? I'm just being honest with you. Its better that you prepare for the worst. You know, when Gin eventually leaves you."

"You bitch! Just because YOUR boyfriend will eventually come to his senses and leave you on your bony ass, it doesn't mean that Gin is leaving me!" Rangiku shouted. Tatsuki saw this as her key to leave. She did not want to be in the middle of another R&R fight. She quickly and silently slipped away from the bathroom. She decided that she would go to the gym for a workout and to get her mind off of Orihime and various other mind consuming entities.

There was only one other person in the gym. Yatousora Saddo. He nodded at her silently and continued to lift an incredible amount of weights. She nodded back, her face taking on a light scarlet shade as heat rushed to her cheeks. She had a small crush on Saddo. He was big, strong, quiet, smart and exotic and not a complete moron like most of the other guys that she knew. She quickly moved to a machine farthest away from him, least he hear the rapid pounding of her heart.

As she began her work out, one by one, her troubles began to slip away.

When Orihime finally made it to her apartment, she immediately collapsed on the floor in a fit of tears. She wanted to scream, to tear her hair out, and to vomit! Actually, she really had to vomit. She picked herself up off the ground and haphazardly made her way to the bathroom, knocking into vases and pictures. Once over the toilet she completely lost everything that she had digested that day and the day previous. The acid burned her throat. The putrid smell of vomit assaulted her nostrils. Tears burned her eyes and fell freely down her face. Her head ached something fierce and her stomach churned. She coughed violently; her body shuddered with each painful cough. She feared that she would be sick again and leveled her head over the toilet. She only dry heaved, which was twice as painful as actually vomiting.

She stayed in the bathroom for an hour. When she finally emerged, she was still an emotional wreck, but a little better. She managed to rinse her mouth with water to soothe her burning throat and assuaged some of the terrible taste in her mouth. But she hasn't been able to rid her heart of the terrible weight that had settled on it. She could barely stand, her legs were made of flimsy material, and she used the wall as support as she struggled to make it to her room. She fell onto her bed and closed her eyes tightly.

She felt empty. She wished she was empty. Instead, she was filled with regret, pain, suffering and madness. She heard a sound. It sounded like a heartbeat. She listened carefully. It wasn't her own, her heart was beating much too quickly. She listened harder. It sounded like it was coming from the closet. Slowly, she sat up. The sound grew louder. She lifted herself with great pain off of the bed and slowly made her way to the closet. Fear, caution and intrigue guiding her.

Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

She drew closer to the door.

Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

He heart began to beat fast and faster. But she kept moving. Closer and closer until she reached the door. She opened it slowly. The sound grew immensely. It was above her head. She looked up and saw a white box. She grew cold. It's been two years since she last opened that white box. Its beating grew louder and more ferocious. She clamped her hands over her ears.

"…no…" she said barely above a whisper. The beating continued. " …No…" she said louder. The beating increased. "No," she repeated, shaking her head. The beating reached a deafening level. "NOOO!" she screamed as she grabbed the box and threw it with as much force as she could muster across the room.

It impacted the wall and fell to the floor, its lid flew off and contents spewed across the pink carpeted floor. Her breathing was rapid and shallow and uneven. She sank to knees, burying her face in her hands, sobbing loudly.

After a few minutes she composed herself and made her way to the box. She inhaled deeply and closes her eyes. She holds it for a moment and release. I can do this. You can do this Orihime. You're strong. She takes another deep breath and slowly began to put the contents of the box back where they belong.

A Black Hand towel, antibiotic ointment, a bottle of alcohol, a box of nude colored band aids, a roll of cotton circles, and a bright red heavy duty box cutter.

Slowly, methodically, she places these things in the box and closes it with a shaky breath. She takes it back to her closet and pushes it further back. She will need to stand on something to be able to reach it again. She closes the door and leaves her room. She shuffles into the living room and lay on the couch, turning on the television, not for entertainment, but for the comforting noise that it provides.

She was deathly tired. Now, all she wants if for this day to end. She drifts in and out of consciousness. A few tears escape as her mind is plagued with the single image of the bare breast on her phone with the message;

I'm coming for you.

Ichigo sits at his desk and stare at his phone blankly.

Want me to cum over? ^.^

"What the hell?" he mutters to himself. It was obvious his girlfriend wanted to have sex again. But he told her that he needed to study for the test next week. But if he rejected her she will assume that he's cheating on her and there will be a huge argument, mainly with her beating the shit out of him, him buying a ridiculously expensive gift and him with sore balls.

But he really wasn't in the mood right now. Rukia has an insatiable taste for sex and its great and all but not everyone is naturally a genius like her and Uryu Ishida. So he actually needs to study from time to time or else his GPA would suffer and he wouldn't be eligible for that scholarship. He needed an excuse and he needed one fast. He dialed up Rangiku.

"Hello!" she answered cheerily.

"I need a favor" he stated.

"Oh, Ichigo, you know I'll love to help you out…but I'm in a committed relationship."

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" he yelled into the phone.

"…it wasn't? Then what is it?"

"I need you to keep Rukia busy so that I can study."

"Sorry, I can't" she deadpanned.

"Why the hell not?!"

"I'm not ever talking to that little jealous bitch ever again! She accused Gin of cheating on me and told me I was a little girl whose bra size is larger than my I. Q."

Ichigo struggled not to sigh in frustration. Rukia and Rangiku always were having a falling out.

"But you have a pretty big bra size, so it could be a compliment?" he tried. He was met with the end of call sound. "DAMNIT!" he tried another number.

"Hinamori!"

"…yes?" she answered quietly.

"I need you to go hand out with Rukia!"

"…sorry Ichigo…I can't …I'm kind of …busy right now…" she kept pausing as if he was doing manual labor.

"What the hell are you doing that you can't hang out with your best friend!" he shouted.

"…I'm currently helping…Rangiku…clean her room…Augh!" suddenly she sounded far away. "Rangiku help! Your clothes fell on me again! I'm trapped!" he sighed and ended the call. There had to be someone…Tatsuki! No, even he could tell that she and Rukia didn't really get along all that well.

Orihime! She gets along with everyone. He searched for her number in his contacts and paused when he came to hers. Next to her name was her photo. She was unaware that he was taking a picture of her. In fact, he was unaware that he was going to take a picture. It was as if his body was working with a mind of its own. She was sitting outside by herself, at the back of the school when she thought no one was around. She sat on a stone bench, absorbed in whatever she was reading. Her shiny, thick burnt orange hair was tossed over her shoulder cascading down her gray uniform, occasionally being stirred by the wind. She was biting her plump shell pink lips as she grinned down at the book she was reading. Her creamy white skin kissed by the sun.

It was such a perfect and peaceful moment of Orihime being her true self without anyone around. She looked so happy, so beautiful and perfect that he had to preserve the moment. So he took a picture. He never told anyone about the picture, not even Orihime herself.

It took him a full minute to realize that he was staring and smiling fondly at the picture of Orihime. He swallowed thickly and ran his hand through his own spiky orange locks. What was he doing? Thinking about Orihime when he had a horny girlfriend to satisfy. He navigated back to his contacts and replied to Rukia.

I'm on my way.

When Tatsuki go home later that night. She still hadn't heard from Orihime. A cold pit of worry began to form in the pit of her stomach. She was worried. She couldn't get that smile out of her mind. Something wasn't right. She reached for her phone for the 18th time since she sat down to study.

"No, she said that she would call me," she said as she retracted her hand.

"But what if she is in trouble, or something really bad happened!" she reached for her phone again and paused. "Orihime is a big girl; she can take care of herself. You made sure of that," she reasoned. She was going crazy!

She turned away from her phone and faced her wall. Her phone ranged. She answered it immediately.

"Orihime! Are you alright? What was that earlier? What happened? Is everything okay? Are you okay?!" she spoke frantically.

"…this is Uryu," the voice on the other line spoke. Her heart plummeted to the ground.

"Oh…Ishidia…hi,"

"What's wrong with Orihime?" his tone was careful and cautious.

"I…I don't know actually. She left school earlier acting very strange and told me that she would call. But…she hasn't and I'm really worried." Uryu was very quiet for a minute, gathering his thoughts.

"Do you want to go and check on her?" he asked quietly.

"Of course I do! But she said not to follow her…so I don't know what to do" her voice trembled a bit. Only Orihime can make the toughest, bravest girl in Karakura town voice tremble.

"Do you want me to check on her for you?" he suggested. Tatsuki thought for a long minute.

"Please…" she whispered.

"I'll call again later," he disconnected the call. She sighed.

Uryu looked at his phone and sighed. Tatsuki was really upset and concerned. However Orihime was acting must've really shaken her up. He'd known that she was troubled, that's why he called her. Saddo noticed that she was a bit distracted during her workout and he, not being a man of many words, asked Uryu to check on her.

He was only a block away from Orihime's apartment. He knew that she would be the source of Tatsuki troubles. Not many things can make the tough tomboy upset. Orihime would have to be her weakness.

When he made it to her apartment he knocked on the door three times. There was no answer. He knocked again. Still no answer. He tried her phone in case she was out. It ranged 6 times before he came to the recorded voice mail. He tried her phone again. And again, and again, and again. He became worried, and began to pound on her door, shouting her name. To his surprise and relief he heard the bolts of the door unlocking.

A puffy faced, swollen eyed, disheveled Orihime emerged rubbing her eyes. She looked terrible and she smelled vaguely of vomit. Instantly he was concerned.

"Orihime…what's going on? Are you sick?" she nodded and gave him a small smile.

"I think I have the stomach flu. I'm sorry but I don't think I'm up for company right now." She rasped. She sounded worse than she looked.

"Do you need anything, maybe some medicine, some soup or anything?" he asked. It was distressing to see the normally cheerful and beautiful girl look so…sickly and…swollen.

She managed a slightly bigger smile as she shook her head. "No, I have everything that I need. Thank you for your concern. I probably won't be able to make it to school for a few days, so if you could bring me my homework and lend me your notes, I would be eternally grateful."

"Of course Orihime. It's not trouble at all. I guess I'll let you finish resting. Please do not hesitate to call if there is anything that you need." She looked really bad. Hopefully she'll make a speedy recovery. He turned to leave but paused. "Could you call Tatsuki? She's really worried about you." Orihime looked sad for a bit, but then nodded determinedly, albeit a little weakly. He smiled and wished her well. As he left he contemplated what he just witness. Although Orihime's story seemed plausible, he couldn't help but feel that she was hiding something from him. He also felt that something really bad was about to happen, and that Orihime was caught in the middle of it.