I'm not too confident in my Bleach writings right now. I'm not sure if I can write one well. I hope so, because I love Bleach so much. I mean I wrote an Inuyasha story called, Change, and it seemed to be a big hit. So please be honest with me when you review, just be nice. Please read on. Thank you!

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Chapter One

A boy was thrown against a wall. He refused to scream. His wrist was already sprained so he could not punch with his good hand and his left-handed punches weren't doing anything but getting his attackers angrier. He grunted as he was punched in the stomach. He fell to the ground once again. Looking up he saw people just standing there. Some looking on, afraid to get involved, and some cheering, enjoying watching him get beat.

He was kicked one last time and his attackers were satisfied. He heard one of them spit and felt warm liquid dripping down his cheek. (an: Ew...) He did not wipe it off in case the three guys took it as another reason to beat him further.

"Dye your hair, you little shit," he heard one of them say coldly. Boy, it's not like he hadn't heard that before. He had heard that exact same sentence everyday for the past two years. He even considered doing it, he even had the dye, but he knew if he did it they would still tease him about something else. Sure they teased other people, but he was their favourite. His orange hair gave them an obvious reason for doing so.

He was Kurosaki Ichigo.

He looked up to see everyone dispersing. An orange-haired girl walked up to him. She held a hand out to him, offering to help him up. Ichigo looked at it then her questioningly.

"Let me help you up," she stated taking his hand and pulling. He complied and let her help him up. He wiped the blood off his chin. He had bite his tongue and the blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth. He felt the back of his head and flinched. He checked his hand and saw no blood. At least this time there was none. He guessed that he would have a big lump there for a few days. He spat on the ground seeing as his mouth tasted like metal. It came out red.

"Oh my God!" the girl exclaimed. "Are you ok?"

"It's nothing I haven't been through before," he muttered. "Thank you," he mumbled before walking away from the girl.

"Wait, what's your name!" she called after him.

"Ichigo," he said loud enough for her to hear.

"Ichigo," she repeated to herself quietly. She ran after him, finally slowing down walking beside him.

"I'm Inoue Orihime, but you can just call me Inoue," she said gleefully. She wore a big smile on her face.

"Ok," he said not looking at her.

They both walked in silence until they reached the front doors of the school. Inoue walked on but realized that Ichigo wasn't following her anymore, he was walking away from the school.

"Hey, where are you going?" she said running to catch up to him. She grabbed his wrist, trying to lead him toward the school. He hissed in pain and snatched his arm back from her grasp.

"Home," he stated bluntly.

"Would you mind if I come? I want to help you," she offered.

He looked over at her and for the first time she saw his eyes. They were a light brown. The sunlight reflected off of them making them sparkle. But what really surprised her was the cold, sad, lost look in his eyes.

He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't care. Do what you want."

"Alright, then I'm coming with you!" she cheered. She ran ahead a few steps and stopped.

"I'm looking forward to meeting your family. I'm just moved here so I don't really know anyone yet. I guess you can call me the new girl," she stated looking thoughtful.

And that's the end of my story! ... I'm joking, if it were the end it would be boring. I'm gonna add mooore! Heehee!

Ichigo and Inoue walked back to his house in silence. Inoue was having fun humming random tunes to herself while Ichigo was thinking.

I wonder what she wants. No girl other than Tatsuki, who I had known since grade 2, ever talked to me. Too bad she moved away. I can see these two becoming really good friends. But Inoue seems all right, not like she's using me or anything, he thought as he glanced over at the happy girl.

She noticed him looking at her and looked over. She gave him a big smile.

"Why do you always have that sour scowl on your face?" she asked innocently.

"Dunno," he said before looking at the ground in front of him once again.

"Okay," she said as if she got the answer she was looking for. They walked on. Suddenly Ichigo stopped.

"Huh?" Inoue said. She looked at the house they were stopped in front of. It looked more like a clinic than a house.

"You going to the clinic before going home?" she asked, peeking at his face.

"No," he said before walking in. She followed him curiously. "This is my home."

"You live in a clinic? Do you own it?" she began bombarding him with questions.

"My dad owns it. He's a doctor," he told her.

They walked in the house. Ichigo was about to turn around to shut the door when he suddenly flew to the side. She watched as he flew into a wall. He grunted. She saw a man taller than Ichigo standing beside her.

Ichigo jumped to his feet, "Dad, what the hell?!"

Inoue turned to look at the man. So this was his dad.

His dad waved a finger as if he was disappointed in him. "Ichigo, Ichigo, Ichigo. You weren't prepared!"

"How was I supposed to know that you were hiding behind the door?!" Ichigo yelled back.

This was the first time Ichigo had actually shown any sign of emotion. She liked it, minus the yelling.

"Wait a minute. What were you doing behind the door?" Ichigo eyes his father curiously.

"Waiting for you," he calmly stated.

"Wow, dad. You need to get a life," Ichigo said sadly shaking his head.

Inoue looked at Ichigo. He almost seemed normal. Not that she thought he wasn't normal before, but he seemed relaxed. Less tense. She liked this side of him and wanted to help him be like this other places than just at home.

"No I saw you walking down the street," he said with a goofy grin. Inoue laughed a little at this. He turned to Inoue, "And who may you be?"

"Oh...I'm Inoue Orihime," she said looking at the man.

"I'm Ichigo's dad. But that's not really my name so don't call me that. I'm Kurosaki Isshin," he introduced himself.

"Enough of this," Ichigo said pushing Inoue away from his dad. "Leave her alone."

"You kill all fun, Ichigo," he stated sadly. He went to mope in a corner.

"Your dad is funny Ichigo," Inoue informed him.

"No, he's an idiot," he told her with a lopsided grin. Inoue smiled back at him. "But I need him to help me with my wrist so you can go on ahead to my room. It's at the end of the hall upstairs."

"Ok, I'll be waiting," she said as she ran up the stairs. As she reached that top of the stairs she heard Ichigo yelp and saw him fly by the bottom of the stairs. She giggled and went back on her way to Ichigo' room.

She knew from that moment on that she had developed a little crush on him.

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Well, here's the first chapter. This won't be an InouexIchigo fic. I'm not really into that pairing. I hope you guys enjoyed it and will review. I'm excited to read them! The next chapter will be up soon.

Eva-miko