I know I shouldn't be writing another story since I didn't finish More Than Alive yet, but this idea came into my head and I just HAD to write it. Hahahah.

Pairing: Ichigo Kurosaki and Orihime Inoue

Summary: Ichigo prefers to be alone. But when he meets Orihime, everything changes. Inspired by the song "Stolen" by Dashboard Confessional, I've added my own twists so watch out! :D

Rating: T (It MIGHT change in the future 'cause I'm thinking about adding some lemon, not so sure yet though.)

Updates: I will update irregularly, when I feel like it and all.

Here we goooo!

I always thought that my life was hell. I hated everything about it and I didn't think that I could do anything to change it.

Honestly, if I could go back in time and make myself change everything than it is today, I would do it.

But, if I did, I wouldn't have gotten the chance to meet you.

You were the light in the dark world that I lived in.

You changed me.

And I'm very glad you came into my life.

I just wish…that I didn't screw up all the time when you were still around.

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Ichigo Kurosaki was known to be a solitary person. Everyone would always gawk at him either because of the bright orange hair he had or the scowl he would always wear; they all knew not to mess with him and he was rumored to be part of a gangster group.

No, he wasn't part of any group. He was always alone, by himself. That's because he preferred to be alone rather than having to deal with anyone else annoying him. He hated people that were chatterboxes and what not. The only people he truly cared about were his family. Anyone who would harm his younger sisters Karin and Yuzu would have to meet his fist and a good kick in the ass to next week, that's how much he cared for them. He showed no concern about his bothersome father since he knows he can take good care of himself with all the good head butts Ichigo always receives from him every morning.

As for his mother, she passed away just when he was 7 years old due to illness. He cared about his mother deeply and she would always seem to make him smile no matter how bad the situation is. She was like the sun of the family, always having that warm feeling when you're around her. Masaki Kurosaki was a good woman; she was the type of person who would never hurt anyone unless she needed to. Ever since she passed away, Ichigo seemed to turn into the person he is today. Always scowling and not caring about anyone else but his family. That's what it seemed to matter to him anyways.

But everything changed when he met her.

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Orihime Inoue was an average girl with long auburn hair that reached down all the way to her lower back, she had bangs that framed perfectly around her face and everyone seemed to love her because of her bubbly personality. Perverts only liked her because of her oh-so-huge bossoms and her very nice bottom, but Orihime ignored every single one of them.

Ever since she was a baby, her brother Sora took her away from their abusive parents. He always knew Orihime could never a great life if he hadn't taken her out. Sora raised her but died in a tragic car accident. She had been adopted during middle school by Rangiku Ichimaru along with her husband Gin. To their surprise, everyone could always agree that she resembled a young Rangiku since they look so much alike.

A life with a new family was the best thing that ever happened ever since her brother died. But apparently, that wasn't the last death she would have to hear about. One summer, while Orihime was away for camping, she received a phone call from Rangiku that Gin died in a plane crash while he was on his way to another country for a business trip.

Orihime was devastated. She had lost another loved one in an accident. She always felt really upset hearing Rangiku cry every night about Gin's death. She hated how she couldn't do anything to change the past, she hated how everyone would be sad and she couldn't do anything about it.

As she grew older, she learned that life doesn't always offer you good things. Ever since that day, she had never wanted to let anyone's life slip away from her ever again. She vowed herself to protect the people that she loved no matter what.

Now that she's a senior in high school, she always kept in mind about what she vowed to herself. No more screw ups and hopefully no more deaths, she's had enough of those. But remember to always smile no matter how hard times get.

Riiiiinnnggg!

"Hurry up Orihime! We're gonna be late for class!"

"Ah!" Orihime hurried to remove her outdoor shoes to her school shoes as quickly as she could and stuffed them inside her locker. "You can go ahead, Tatsuki, I'll just see you in class!"

"Eh! I'll wait for you, just hurry up," Tatsuki insisted. With that, Orihime rushed herself as fast as she could and made her way with Tatsuki to class.

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"Ichi-nii, are you done yet? You'll be late for school!" Yuzu called from downstairs.

Today was the first day of senior year and Ichigo was late. Well, everyday he was always late for school since the beginning of everything, so it didn't really matter to him.

He sighed to himself as he put on his school's blazer without even closing it. He did not care about how he wore his uniform, what mattered most was that it was complete, right?

As he walked downstairs, he greeted his two sisters a good morning. "What about me, Ichigo?!" his father, Isshin wailed. "Don't you care about your own father?"

"No," Ichigo replied bluntly without looking at him.

Isshin gasped and turned to a portrait of his late wife Masaki which was hanging on the wall. "Masakiiiiiii! Ichigo has turned into a cold person! I did not raise him to be like this!"

Ichigo rolled his eyes and quickly ate his breakfast that Yuzu prepared. Ever since their mother passed away, Yuzu had taken over Masaki's duties with cooking and cleaning. As soon as he finished, he grabbed his bag and said his goodbyes to his family.

"Good luck on your first day, Ichi-nii!" Yuzu called out just right before Ichigo left.

Isshin, who was still sobbing near Masaki's poster, "Oh Masaki, you would be so proud of our son. Today is the day he will become a man!"

"Dad, you really need to take that poster of mom down, it's really embarrassing," Karin commented.

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"Alright, everyone take your seats," the teacher, Ms. Hiroshima said. "I'll be taking your roll call."

Orihime was glad that she wasn't late for her homeroom. If she was, she would have to do community service around the school as a punishment for being late. Of course, she didn't want that.

The seat that she was assigned to for the school year was located next to the windows that had a great view of the school's soccer field and her best friend Tatsuki was sitting just a few seats away in front of her.

I can't believe today is the start of senior year, I'm so excited about what will happen for this year! I should join the baking club, the crafts club and—

"Inoue Orihime?" Ms. Hiroshima called out.

Orihime quickly raised her hand, "P-present!" It seems that she was too caught up with her own thought to even remember that their homeroom teacher was giving the roll call. Typical Orihime.

"Kurosaki—"

The door slid wide open and all eyes were staring at the figure who was now making his way to his assigned seat.

"Ahh, Kurosaki-san. Glad to have you here today," Ms. Hiroshima said, Orihime could hear the sarcasm in her voice. "Being tardy on the first day of classes is bad luck for the rest of the year, you know."

Ichigo ignored her and sat in his seat which was located all the way in the back, in the same row as Orihime's with the window next to it.

Kurosaki Ichigo… Orihime blushed to herself as she thought about him. I can't believe we're in the same class again. All this time, ever since sophomore year, I never really had the guts to talk to him. He looked like he didn't want to be bothered because of the scowl he always had on his face… I should do something about it, but…I don't know if I can. I mean, everyone always says Kurosaki-kun is a bad person to be around with…still, I should at least say hi…since it's the last year and all, and who knows if I'll ever see him again after we graduate.

"Alright now, I assume you all have your schedules for your classes for the whole year," Ms. Hiroshima started out. "Now, this is your last year in high school, I know all of you are dying to get out of here,"

Tell me about it… Ichigo thought.

"But you'll never get to experience anything like this ever again, so you guys should take the chance to try something new, something that you have never done before. I'm not saying to do something crazy, I'm saying to do something to make your last year memorable. Do something that when you're older, you'll look back and say 'Oh, that was the best year' or 'That was the best year of my life'. You know what I mean?"

Some of the students nodded in agreement, and Orihime was one of them. In her mind, she thought Ms. Hiroshima was right. She should do things that would be memorable for her in the future. Orihime could already tell that this was going to be a great year.

After Ms. Hiroshima's inspirational talk, she moved on to daily cleaners and everything else that the students needed to know, including the rules around the school. As the bell rang for second period, everyone rushed out of their seats and made their way to their next classes.

"Kurosaki-san," Ms. Hiroshima called out right before Ichigo had the chance to walk out the door.

Ichigo let out a quiet sigh and approached his homeroom teacher. He has known Ms. Hiroshima for a long time. Back in his freshman year, she was the assistant guidance councilor of the school and Ichigo visited her constantly due to the fights he usually got in with other students.

"Yeah?" Ichigo looked at her with a dull expression. He hated how she would always call him and he would know what she would say. He felt like this was something about fighting other students and all that other crap she would always talk about with him. Nothing seemed to change about her. Her dark hair was always kept in a bun and her eyeglasses still remained how they were since the day Ichigo had his first meeting with her—thin and oval with dark frames. He did notice some wrinkles forming around her eyes, but he ignored to say anything about them since he would probably get a smack in the face.

"Please don't get into any fights this year, promise me?"

"I don't make promises, Ms. Hiroshima."

She sighed, "Well at least try to make some friends, so that people won't judge you for being lonely."

"I told you before Ms. Hiroshima, I don't need any—"

"Um, Ms. Hiroshima, I think I can help Kurosaki-kun with that,"

Ichigo turned around to see a girl with long auburn hair smiling at him. Who the hell is this girl? Ichigo thought.

"Oh, hello Inoue," Ms. Hiroshima smiled at the girl, "Kurosaki, this is Inoue Orihime, you guys have been in the same class for a while now, right?"

What? Same class? Since when? How come I haven't noticed her before? Ichigo looked at the girl who was talking with Ms. Hiroshima. Why would this girl want to be friends with me? She seems too…bubbly, maybe even annoying! No, I can't let her be friends with—

"Kurosaki-kun, let's be friends from now on, okay?" she smiled.

Ichigo stared at the smile she was giving him. Something about that smile of hers made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside; a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time, the same feeling that his mother gave him whenever she was around. Was this a sign? Ichigo didn't know, nor did he want anything to do with this girl. But a part of him deep down inside told him that she was someone worth being around, someone that could fill in the emptiness that he thought no one else could fill.

What the hell?

So there's chapter one for you guys! I hope you all liked it. (:

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