Dear readers,

Here I am with a new piece. Don't worry, my good old fics will be completed. Here's something fresh cos I'm sick of IchiRuki shippers who post Ichihime fics without doing the characters justice. It follows the manga up till chapter 425 only – may be AU since that's my forte. But i don't think it makes much difference. Unlike my other fics, this is quite random & written in the spur of a moment - so please feel free to point out what you think doesn't make sense - and I'd accept ideas on where/how you'd like the fic to progress as well. If I don't get reviews, this can pass off as a one-shot. No reviews, No update. I think that's fair.

Love Me: 1

Inoue Orihime was a true beauty.

"When I saw her, I thought: Man, am I glad I entered this high school? She's amazing, like an idol,"

Born with an angelic face and a perfectly voluptuous body, gifted with brains, but most of all blessed with a heart of gold – she was a true beauty, inside and outside.

Despite having the love and adoration of many, she was unlucky in love. Because she only had eyes for the only man who never had the eyes for her.

After successfully posting pictures of her new products to her online cupcake store gallery, the figure clad in pink tank top and white gym pants beamed happily. The fruit of her imagination was creating all sorts of creative designs, sports... animals... robots... girly... & flavoured, wasabi... redbean... sweet... savoury... cupcakes made to order for all sorts of functions.

Not everyone had the luxury of not having to lift a finger to get a dime. She did not ever have to worry about bills and mortgages. Her husband was the sole breadwinner. She was able to kill her time while doing something she thoroughly enjoyed.

The loud slam of the door signalled the return of her husband. Logging off the computer, she glanced at the time... 11:39PM... figures.

Quickly checking herself in the mirror, she ran her hands through her glossy auburn hair as she dashed downstairs to greet him.

"Welcome home!"

The man smelled of alcohol and ignored her as he walked pass the living room to the kitchen.

Hurrying over, she poured him a glass of hot tea.

She received a grunt as an acknowledgement. That was a good sign, right?

"How was dinner? Would you like some fresh cupcakes, I mad-"

"No!" throwing the half drank tea cup onto the ground, he snapped "Can't I just come home to have some peace?"

After her husband stomped off, Orihime silently began to clean the mess made by the broken teacup. The younger Orihime would have cried helplessly. But this 22 year old would not shed another tear.

Why is it so hard to love me?

She never had her parents' love - simply because they were never there. Not after she escaped their abusive ways. She often wondered if they hated her, but then she remembered that she hadn't done anything wrong…at least nothing that she was aware of.

There was only one person that had truly loved her. But Inoue Sora was long gone, leaving her completely alone. Well, maybe not alone…she had her friends. But, while friends may be 'friends forever', they have their own lives to live. Tatsuki was busy with teaching Karate and completing her university, and juggling with her relationship with Ishida.

She had a husband, but…but he didn't care and, sincerely speaking, why would he? Who could blame him? After all, the reason they got married for was not love.

Slamming the bedroom door shut, he mentally cursed himself for losing his temper at his innocent wife. Guilt enveloped him, but it was too late. He was caught in a mantra where he'd make the same mistakes, as their marriage grew sour by the day.

"Have you heard from Rukia-chan?" a brunette asked his friend lazily.

"No," a scowl covered the orange head's features.

"Aren't you lonely?" Keigo teased.

"Like hell I'd be," the orange head shrugged nonchalantly.

No matter how much Kurosaki Ichigo denied it, there was no doubt that he missed the raven haired girl.

Despite being the heir to a multibillion dollar corporation and living the dream, he was unhappy. Life just wasn't the same without the older girl meddling with his life. Maybe it's because he lost his mother at a young age.

His mother...

His mother was the only child. When his grandfather passed on, the Kurosaki family was told that the condition of Ichigo inheriting the wealth was that he marry by 21 – except he didn't have a girlfriend.

And Rukia, that damn midget, had left for soul society.

The auburn haired nakama of his was the easiest choice. Call him selfish, but having her as his wife would be better than marrying a stranger. He knew she'd like him – he was not blind, he just didn't want to acknowledge something he can't reciprocate.

Nobody agreed.

In fact, everyone of his nakamas opposed violently. Tatsuki would never let her best friend get herself into a more vulnerable position where it would break her heart. Ishida and Chad was also looking out for the auburn haired's best interest. For they all knew she loved Ichigo – and he, would probably never love her back.

But he asked, and she agreed.

When she got married a year ago, it was the perfect wedding she had been dreaming of since a little girl. Flowers and feathers decorated the place in shades of pink and blue. She looked a million dollars with a classy designer gown, topped with a diamond tiara surrounding the bun on the crown of her head.

On her wedding night, everything would have, could have, should have, been perfect.

Her newly wedded husband was devilishly handsome. He smirked with arrogance and stared at her with darkened lustful eyes. He had ripped her revealing thin nightgown off and attacked her like a beast.

Squeezing and moulding her large bosoms with his hands, while he sucked on her neck and shoulders.

"Ichi... Arhh..."

"This is what you've always wanted, right?

He plunged into her innocence, taking everything.

Her scream pierced into the night.

He ignored her cries and pleas, but let his needs guide him as he pounded into her relentlessly.

It felt so fucking good.

Screwing his eyes shut, he ignored her pinked flushed face and teary eyes. He shut everything from his mind but only savour the delicious pleasure he was getting from her tight body.

As his hips sped up, he knew he was near the edge, until suddenly he saw white... and he saw "her" face.

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"I love you... ... Rukia!"

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Correction – Inoue Orihime was a true beauty, like a doll, except she was broken inside.

End,

Blitch out (09/11/2010)

updated 25/01/2019 to remove ichigo being a doctor. i learned since i starting this fic that theres no way one can be a doctor at 22. Better let him focus on his company.