A/N: If you do not like the plot or character plot, then don't read the fic.

SUMMARY: Orihime and Ichigo have been married for over three years with a newborn baby boy who they care for and love very much. But when Orihime finds out Ichigo has been unfaithful, well, she doesn't take it well. What will she do when she confronts her five-lifetime love about his infidelity?

WORD COUNT: 1,780 (not including A/N below)

RATING: M for sexual themes and dark content.

DISCLAIMER: All is owned by Kubo-sensei.

Two-Shot

Part 1:

Infidelity.

Her entire body shook with a vehemence she never knew she possessed.

She could hear them, their moans and cries for each other. On her wedding bed, with her newborn son in the next room, sleeping thankfully.

Orihime Kurosaki was shocked, heartbroken and enraged all at the same time. She couldn't even conceal her Spiritual Pressure any longer as it flared and consumed the entire house and an entire five mile radius in all directions. The moaning ceased and the springs from the bed finally stopped squeaking. Haruto opened his chocolate brown eyes and broke out his trademark gummy grin and opened his arms for her.

Orihime couldn't resist and cradled him to her chest. He cooed and made his baby noises, his spiky orange hair, so much like his fathers it was almost painful. She knew he was nothing like Ichigo though. She sensed that he had more of her Spiritual Pressure, calm and compassionate, not overbearing and suffocating.

Orihime heard the rustling and the loud footsteps and heard hushed voices and the front door slam closed before her sons door cracked open.

"Hime?" Ichigo's small voice asked. The light from the hallway illuminated her, making her look like an angel. But she was a fallen angel now. Broken and hurt. She was a shell of the angel she used to be. "How long have you been here?" Ichigo asked, his voice soft, lulling. But she wasn't falling for it.

Not anymore.

"What makes you think you have the right to call me by that nickname? Or any other term of endearment after what you've just done?" Orihime's voice was cold and low. Her anger bubbling to the surface and Ichigo took a step forward cautiously, but Orihime's Spiritual Pressure spiked, swirling dangerously, weaving around it's wielder and Haruto, who enjoyed being in his mothers grasp. "How could you, Ichigo? How could you defile our wedding bed? How could you even do this with our son right next door? You wanted him to bear witness to your infidelity?" She asked rudely, not particularly caring for his feelings anymore.

"Orihime, enough." He ordered her, walking closer, obviously believing that he would touch her without protest.

"Shiten Koshun!" Orihime snarled and the barrier curled around her entire body and Haruto.

Ichigo's fingers stopped inches away from her creamy skin. "O-Orihime. . .Y-you weren't seriously thinking of-"

"Do not touch me. I don't want your filthy hands on me while they've been on Senna." Orihime growled, looking at Ichigo with such anger and venom.

"You want to hurt me that bad?" Ichigo demanded, angry with her actions. He couldn't believe that she had used one of her offensive/defensive abilities on him, to protect her.

"I never thought I could be pushed to such anger that I would crave physical violence on a person. But right now, I think this can be an exception." Orihime growled, slowly putting Haruto back in his crib and he looked up at her with worried eyes but they soon drifted closed as he fell back asleep. Orihime stalked past Ichigo, her Shiten Koshun in place and she walked downstairs, her teeth clenched, her jaw aching from it but she couldn't care. She could hear Ichigo's stomping footsteps behind
her. Once she was in the living room, she whirled to face her cheating husband, her eyes blazing with anger.

"How dare you use your powers against me, Orihime? We made a vow to never use our powers against each other." Ichigo snarled, his fists clenched, his knuckles white from the force.

"How dare I? How dare I?" Orihime reiterated, laughing harshly, her sweet tinkling laugh now cold and emotionless, sinister and Ichigo hated what he had done. "How dare you? You are the one who is having out of marital affairs with that nurse from your work. I tried to deny it. Tried to ignore the looks and lingering touches. But deep down I knew. I knew something was going on, but I didn't want to admit it to myself. Until tonight, I remember you whining that I came home late from my late
shifts from the company, so I specifically cancelled all of the meetings and postponed them until tomorrow so I could spend a beautiful night with my darling husband, who has been overworked for far too long. Little did I know that you had your own damn meeting. In our bed with our son sleeping in the next room. It's disgusting. You are disgusting. Ichigo Kurosaki." Orihime spat, her spiralling feelings out of control, her eyes glowing a dangerous gold.

"Orihime. . .calm do-"

CRACK!

Orihime raised her left hand and pushed it forward with all of her strength and weight behind it, striking Ichigo across the right-side of his face, making him stumble back a couple of feet. Her hand ringing with a burning pain but she hardly felt it at that moment, her hand, no, entire body shook uncontrollably. Orihime saw the droplets of blood splash onto the wood of their living room and instantly felt regret and remorse pound through her as her rationality made a sudden appearance.

She had struck her husband of three years.

Ichigo turned his head slowly, his lip cut and his cheek bright red from the palm imprint. His chocolate irises burned with the anger and heat of a million suns, his chest moving up and down rapidly, his own body shaking as he tried to grasp onto his anger, trying to reign it in. His hands shot out and grabbed onto Orihime's upper arms, pushing her against the wall, next to the fireplace. "I was only with Senna because you weren't here anymore. All your attentions were either on your thriving
company of bakery chains, or on Haruto. You have no time for me anymore. Senna is a distraction from this life. You leave me alone everyday, without any kind of kiss or any kind of affection! I thought you were cheating on me for a long time!" Ichigo snarled at his wife, his cheek stinging like a bitch, but he ignored it.

"You could have confronted me about it! Instead of going behind my back and fucking the most pliable body that comes in contact with you. You pick the one person who I hate above all else. And this is coming from the person, who, and I quote: 'doesn't have the heart to hate'. I beg to differ. Because I despise Senna. She's been fawning over you like a little lost puppy ever since she started working at Karakura General. Remember when I came to visit you, we were going out for lunch. Remember? I was pregnant with Haruto?"

Ichigo nodded, wisely holding his tongue, absorbing this new information.

"She grabbed my arm, so hard that there were bruises for weeks, she dragged me into a vacant hospital room and pushed me against the wall. I tried to protect Haruto from the impact. She grabbed my face and pressed a scalpel to my stomach. She told me to stay away from you and that you were hers and hers alone. I fought back of course. . .but she pressed the scalpel harder and broke the skin," Orihime sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she pulled up her top and Ichigo saw the small little
scar made by the scalpel and he fell to his knees, cradling her stomach as he wrapped his head around this information, "she told me if I ever came near you again or spoke to you of this. . .she would be the one to kill Haruto." Orihime ended her story, sobbing hard.

"Orihime. . .why didn't you tell me? WHY?!" Ichigo roared, holding her closer.

"Because she would have found a way to kill Haruto! I couldn't risk it! I will never let anything get near my child." Orihime unwound Ichigo's hands from her waist and stepped away from him. "I'm going to stay over at Rukia's house and I'm taking Haruto with me. I can't stay here and expect to carry on as normal." Orihime said, wiping her eyes as Ichigo looked up at her.

"Orihime, wait! You can't go!"

"Yes I can! You need to sort your shit out and I need to do the same and that won't get done if we are in the same roof. So, I'm going." Orihime walked upstairs, leaving Ichigo alone downstairs.

He had been with a woman who threatened to kill his wife and son if they got anywhere near him.

He should have seen it.

15 years of hunting Hollows, he should have sensed it. He would know, better than anyone, when a threat was about to arise. But he didn't. He didn't even realize that Orihime was in danger. His son was in danger. He had failed them. He had done the worst thing and he hadn't even spoken to her or even tried to understand what she was going through.

There were no words to describe what he was.

He crumpled to the floor, crying silently. He heard Haruto's soft fussing and Orihime's footsteps along with a large suitcase, leave the house.

He took a deep breath and screamed. All of his anguish, pain, regret and sorrow.

Orihime stopped as she heard Ichigo's wail, cuddling Haruto closer, she walked into Rukia's waiting car, her old friend opened the door and settled Haruto into the baby seat that was normally for Ryuu, Haruto fell asleep almost instantly. Orihime put his blanket over him and set her things in the seat next to him and they were off.

When they settled Haruto and Orihime put her things away, Rukia walked into the guest room and Orihime ran into her arms, sobbing quietly, Sobbing everything out. Rukia held her friend, cursing Ichigo silently as she stroke Orihime's pumpkin-coloured hair, soothing her.