Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach

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Inspiration: Driving to school in the morning when it started to rain

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Shot numero uno: Rain

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The bell had rung, signaling the release from school, and people had already left.

Orihime Inoue was one of the last people left cleaning up the classroom. Tatsuki had left, saying that it was alright for her to miss practice to wait for her, but Orihime had said no and that her practice was important if she wanted to become a champion at kickboxing. Tatsuki argued with her until she finally caved in and left, but not before saying that she'd stop by her house later for dinner.

Orihime didn't mind to be left alone to clean up. It was somewhat better than to have to go home early and be alone. Sure, she didn't mind being alone from time to time, but living alone did get to her.

She pushed her bangs out of her eyes as she picked up the mop bucket. She sighed, satisfied, as she looked around the room. Clean.

She walked down the stairs that lead to the lockers on the way out of the school building. She went to her locker and changed her shoes. She grabbed her materials for her homework tonight and closed her locker—putting the padlock back on it. She sighed as she looked up at the ceiling in wonder.

"What should I make tonight for dinner?" her eyes brightened. "I could try to make something out of bread, jam, and meat…?" she shook her head. "No, that wouldn't do…"--she sighed--" Oh well, I'll see what I can do once and I get home and check the fridge."

She walked to the front doors of the school and slightly frowned. "Oh no! It's raining, I didn't even bring an umbrella," she muttered.

She stepped back, contemplating on what to do, and then just walked forward. She gasped and giggled as she felt the heavy rain come down on her, drenching her uniform instantly. How could she have not noticed the rain before?

No matter. She didn't mind. She brought her hands up half-way, her palms outward, and felt the raindrops trickle down her hands. She closed her eyes and tilted her head upward, the raindrops landing on her face and running down her face.

Her lips tugged into a small smile as she listened to the rain and let her mind wander. She loved when it rained. To her, it was like a connection to other people; a way of relating, or, trying to imagine what other people were feeling. And the person that she most often (than not) tried to imagine how he felt, was the natural orange haired male she has fallen in love with.

She tried to imagine what he would be feeling right now at this instant. Would he be feeling happy? Sad? Content? Humble? Irritated? Annoyed? Or was he acting like he always acts around people, impassive? She stood there, not knowing for how long, feeling the rain.

Her eyebrows knitted together in slight confusion then. Why had the rain stopped? She was sure it was still heavily raining. She could still hear it. So why was she not feeling the rain?

"What the hell are you doing Orihime? Do you want to catch a cold?"

Her eyes fluttered open. "K-Kurosaki-kun!"

Ichigo had his left hand shoved into his pocket. He was wearing a gray sweater that was zipped up half-way and he held an umbrella in his right hand.

So that was what stopped the rain from pouring on her; the umbrella he was holding.

"Well? What are you doing? Are you trying to get sick or something?"

Orihime blushed as she looked down at the ground—both her hands gripping her schoolbag. "Uh...N-no Kurosaki-kun! I was just admiring the rain…"

He looked at her with the same impassive expression on his face. He sighed as he closed his eyes and scratched the back of his head with his left hand.

"Man…You sure are crazy…"—he opened her eyes and looked at her—"Well, you're drenched…And I don't want you getting sick or anything…Come on, I'll walk you home."

Orihime's gray-blue eyes widened. "It's okay Kurosaki-kun! I'll walk, I don't mind."

Ichigo gave her a dull look. "Look Orihime, I'm walking you home. You're drenched and you're going to get cold,"—he started to walk and looked back at her—"Well? Come on."

"Oh, right Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime walked under the umbrella beside Ichigo. She looked down, avoiding glancing at his face.

"So, how long have you been standing out there?"

"Huh? Oh! Umm….Ah…Not that long I suppose,"—Orihime giggled—"I just space out a lot when I stand in the rain."

Ichigo said nothing as they continued to walk. He glanced at her every now and then from the corner of his eye and saw that she had started to shiver.

Orihime glanced at him, and every time she did, she would look away, blushing. She always enjoyed spending time with Ichigo. It's like; it was like some sort of comfort…Yeah, that's what he was…A comfort to her. He was like her savior in many ways, but it went without his knowing.

Her body was starting to shiver. Hmm, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to stand in the rain.

Ichigo looked down at her. "Are you cold?"

Orihime looked up at him with her famous bright smile. "No need to worry Kurosaki-kun…I'm fine."

"Here, hold this," he handed the umbrella handle to her.

Orihime blinked as she grasped the handle of the umbrella and stared at his actions.

Once he was done, he looked up at her; his sweater was hanging from his out-stretched hand. "Here, put this on."

Orihime stuttered. "Oh that's okay. I'm fine, really. I don't want Kurosaki-kun getting cold because of me!"

He frowned at her. "Orihime put this on. Really, I don't mind. I don't get cold that easily anyways."

She blinked twice as she reached for his sweater. "Thank you Kurosaki-kun."

"Yeah, yeah; now put it on before you really get a cold."

Orihime handed him the umbrella back and did as told. She looked at him from the corner of her eye as he continued to walk with that same impassive look on his face. She brought the sleeves over her slender hands (because the sleeves were too long) and covered her cold nose. It smelled just like him.

They continued to walk in silence, the rain still not lighting up. They came to the gates of her apartment flat and walked to a stop.

She turned to look at him, that big, bright smile he always saw gracing her lips. "Well, Kurosaki-kun, thank you for walking me home."

He looked at her. "No problem Orihime."

She kept smiling at him. He truly was nice. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow!" she turned on her heel, leaving the shelter of the umbrella, and walked into the rain. "Oh! Kurosaki-kun! You're sweater!"

Ichigo looked up at her. He still hadn't started walking.

She came walking up to him, shrugging off his sweater.

"It's okay Orihime, you keep it."

"But, I don't feel right taking Kuroskai-kun's sweater when it's so cold."

"And I don't feel right leaving you without at least a sweater in this cold weather," he reached out a hand towards her and wiped away a strand of hair that was sticking to her cheek because of the rain. What the hell? Did he just brush her cheek? He pulled his hand away just as quickly.

He cleared his throat. "Uhh, well, I'll be on my way now,"—he turned around and started to walk down the sidewalk—"See ya Orihime."

Orihime stared at his residing back as she unconsciously touched her cheek. Yes, he was her savior in many ways—even saving her from the simplest things…Even if it was just from a cold. She grasped the collar of the sweater and nestled her face into it. It still had his smell.

And before I leave…let me say this; their personalities are effigin complicated in a slight way. So I've decided that I'll do my best, but I don't want to try and mimic their personalities too much because I think there's more to them than what they appear to be. Like Orihime, she appears to be ditzy and oblivious, but really, she's really sharp and isn't that ditzy at all. Personally, I think she puts up a façade. And Ichigo, well, yeah…Okay so he has this whole 'bad-ass' attitude…But have you ever thought of how he really is? There's like layers on their personalities.

So yeah, I'll stop rambling on my theories. Anyways, please review and tell me what you think of the whole one-shot collection.