Hi guys. Here is the final installment of this chapter. I understand that someone didn't like my last chapter. I apologize, but it's how I saw the chapter going. I understand that it was hard to read Ichigo sleeping with someone else, but it was supposed to. He was a man whore before he met Orihime because of his break up with Rukia and so it makes sense that his heart break with Orihime would lead him to do the same thing. Also, he couldn't really fight for his relationship with Orihime because that is Sora's sister and he was being threaten with jail. If he went to jail he would lose his liecense to pratice medicine, also, he wouldn't be allowed around children and he would have to tell everyone that he was a registered sex offender. I am trying to keep the story as grounded in reality as something like this can be. So I can't just have him go against Sora and not have there being any consequences and the consequences for sleeping with a minor is jail time and registration on a sex offender list and I really did not want to do that to Ichigo. I apologize if you are unhappy with that but I have been building this story up to that point and when I first created this, I wanted that scene to happen. I write most of my stories with scenes and situations that are hard to read, I just like doing that, i feel like it makes the story harder to read and a bit more interesting.

Anyway, I hope that I have addressed any questions and concerns, so please,

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It has been a few weeks since the Friday when I did what I did. It was the lowest moment of my entire life. I thought that it would be easy. Giving in to my carnal desires and letting myself just drown in flesh and meaningless sex. It was easier before to do such a thing. Now, it's like a chore. None of the bodies feels right in my arms. None of the faces look how I want them to, nor does the voice sound sweet. It was becoming more and more impossible to gain satisfaction.

So I gave it up.

I can no longer have meaningless sex with women without names and faces. It doesn't satisfy me. In fact, it's depressing. Because I'm running away from her, trying to hide in them and it only reminds me of all that I lost.

After that Friday, she must've started avoiding me on purpose. Because I saw even less of her than before, and what surprised me the most about that was how much that hurt.

It wasn't long after that when Inugami was released from the hospital. He still had some bruises and scars, but his broken bones were all but mended. There was also some memory loss as he was unable to recall what happened to him, or what he was doing before the attack happened. It makes sense, given the amount of damage that he underwent. It will probably be hazy and foggy until after he makes a full recovery and even then, it will still take some time and therapy.

And for a while, I was happy that he was back and safe. He was a constant pain in my ass, but he reminded me of my younger self, only cockier and more full of shit. I was happy for him. Until I came across the two of them.

It wasn't anything bad. Or shocking per se. But it was enough to fill my heart with darkness and anger of the likes I have never experienced before. I wanted to rip him from her, take her away and hide her for myself. I didn't want to share. I could share anything. Anything I could give. Anything I could share.

But her.

I cannot and I will not share her. Not with anyone.

I stalked over to them, ready to send Inugami back to the fucking hospital, and that's when I heard it.

It was so clear and perfect that it stopped my heart.

She was laughing.

It was small and short. But it was there and it was clear and it was the most beautiful sound that I have ever heard of in my entire life. I wanted to savor the sound for the rest of my life, it was that beautiful. So I turned my gaze from him to her and I saw her smile, poorly concealed by her hand. I do not know whatever that bastard said to make her smile, let alone that made her laugh.

But I couldn't do it. I couldn't ruin this for her. She was finally with someone that was way more appropriate for her than I was. She was with someone who adored her and loved her. He was better for her. He could take her out on dates and hold her hand and kiss her in public. He could do all the things for her that I could never do. He was better for her in every conceivable way.

I would only be in the way.

So I changed my path and I went back to my classroom and prepared for the rest of the day. I'm just going through the motions. I have to think about something else other than her. Other than him. Other than the both of them together, laughing and enjoying their lives together. Ignoring the pain, the thoughts that she should be with me, and that she was mines and that we were perfect together. Because that's not true.

If she was older…if I was younger…if our lives were completely different.

Maybe in a different life I would deserve her, and she would be mines. But in this one, I am lucky that I was able to have her for the time that I did.

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Six Years later

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" , could you do me a favor and take over for my patient? I have to get home now." The dark haired doctor rushes to gather his things together while standing in front of Ishida and I. I frown at him.

"I am busy with my own patients. Get Ishida to do it, he's not doing anything." I could his eyes bore into my soul, but I don't care. I am busy and how am I supposed to attend to my own patients if I'm taking on others? However the Doctor in front of me, Dr…Tanaka? Dr…Hoshio? Dr. whateverthefuckhisnameis, is scared shitless, like all of the other doctors here of Ishida because it's his father's fucking hospital. Like big fucking whoop. Kissing the ass of the son to get into the good graces, or not fall out of the good graces of some asshole, stuck up priss of a chief of medicine. Just like his bitch of a son.

"Please Dr. Kurosaki, today is the my anniversary and I need to get home and set something up before my wife realizes that I forgot!"

"And this is my problem how?"

"He'll do it," Ishida finally chimes in.

"R-really?"

"Now hold on a minute, I didn't agree-"

"Yes. Please enjoy your wife." Ishida smile and pushes up his glasses.

"Now wait a goddam minute!"

"Thank you! Thank you!" Dr. Paininmyass hurries and leaves quickly before I could adequately object. I turn and give Ishida the look of death. He continues to sip his coffee and read his book like he's not about to die in the next five minutes.

"You piece of-"

"Before you start threatening my life, I would like to make a deal with you." He states as if he was telling me that it was mild weather outside.

"It better involve me kicking your ass." I growl at him.

"I have a patient that is rather…I would rather not deal with them. I would trade you this patient for three of yours," he doesn't look up, but I can tell that he is awaiting my answer. This seems way too much like a trap.

"Is this another patient that likes to throw shit everywhere? I made that mistake once, I refuse to make it a second time."

"No. It's nothing like that. This patient just merely irks my nerves beyond belief and is quickly becoming a frequent patient. She's quite clumsy."

"She? Well if it's a woman, I would much rather tits flapping around my face than a man's dick." I mutter. He chuckles.

"Once upon a time when you were a different man, you would've jumped at the chance to work with a woman so that you could fuck her." He shakes his head.

"That was over six years ago," I don't want to talk about this. There is silence as he understands.

"Have you seen her at all?"

I push up from the table and gathered my trash. "I'll drop my patients off on your desk."

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I stretch in my tiny office as I look over the file for the unwanted patient. She's my last patient of the day and I'm not looking forward to her. She's supposed to be prepping for a CAT scan right now, most likely she has a small concussion, but she's been walking around all day with it because she couldn't be bothered to come earlier. Hold on! Something about her paperwork caught my eye. You would think that someone who is so calculated and neat would have decent handwriting. I can barely make out the name, but it seems to say…

…Inoue…?

My heart races in my chest and I jump to a standing position.

It's her right? It has to be. Someone who's clumsy….who'd walked around all day with a possible concussion? It has to be her.

I run my hands through my hair. It's much shorter now than it was when she last saw me. It's a respectable cut. No longer shaggy, would that be a problem for her? She always liked my hair when I was younger…

Calm down. Be professional. Besides, you can't date your patients, that's not ethical. Although, technically it's not a rule it's just frowned upon. Also, technically, she's not my patient, she's Ishida's.

I straighten my clothes before I leave my office. I walk at a pace that is only slightly faster than normal. What is with my breathing? Why do I feel like a fucking school girl?

I burst into the examination room with a force that was much more powerful than I wanted it to be. Everyone looks at me with shocked and expectant faces. I clear my throat and give a small wave. I move to behind the window as I see that she's already in the machine.

"How long has she been in there?" I ask the technician.

"She just entered. It'll only be a few minutes more doctor. I'll send in the results when she's done." He states, looking at the computer screen of her thermal and skeletal figures. I run my hand through my hair nervously.

"Okay, I know. Do you mind if I go and ask her a few questions why she's in there?"

"No problem. Talking to the patient often eases their stress of being confined and constricted in such a small space." I nod, and leave the little booth, ignoring his protests. I pass by the little cubbie that contains the items that she came in with. I stop short when I see something shiny.

It's an engagement ring.

Fuck my life.

My pace slower now, I approach the machine.

"…someone out there?" her voice is muffled and it's hard to catch most of what she's saying.

"Um…Yes, it's your doctor. Dr. Kurosaki, I just wanted to talk to you for a little bit, maybe ease your discomfort in being in this machine."

"…kind of you…first time here…at all…" is her broken muffled reply.

"Well it sounds like you're doing great. So apparently there was no real reason for me being here."

"Well I do…thank you very much for…like being a doctor?"

"Well…my father owns his own medical practice so I knew a lot from him. When I went to college it just seemed like a natural choice. Besides, I like saving people."

"…sound like a great catch…single?"

"Ah ha ha, yes..I am. But that's only because I'm monstrously hideous." I smile at my own joke. Then I stop immediately when I realize what I am doing. Only my father laughs at his own jokes. I refuse to become him. Besides, I don't feel like smiling much now.

"But you're a doctor?" There's a loud whirling as she is being released from the machine.

"Mrs. Inoue the scan is complete. I am not the doctor so I cannot tell you with certainty, but it does look like everything is okay," the technician tell her cheerfully. I keep my eyes trained on her body because I do not want to miss a second of her. Even though she's married, it will still soothe my soul to just see her and see her smile.

"Wow, that went by a lot quicker than I thought it would." She must have not been finished growing in school. Because her hips and breast have grown and become a lot more pronounce. I can see her firery red hair spilling over her frame. Its been a while, so it's only natural that she looks a little different, right?

She's fully out of the scanner and it hits me like a train.

It's not her.

It's not her!

I'm both sad and relieved. Relieved that she's not married. Well…at least I don't know if she is. But I am also sad, because married or not, I would do anything just to see her face again.

"Well you lied. You said that you were hideous, you're only mildly unattractive at best. Plus you're a doctor, so that only add to your attractiveness." What? "Say, so you did say that you were single right? I have a person that might just be interested in you. She has the-"

"Sorry, I really am sorry, but I not looking for anyone." I tell her politely. It is frequent that patients wants to hook their friends and family up with a doctor. Much more frequent than I thought it would be in a professional world.

"Awe but-"

"I'll leave you to get dressed, I'll wait for you outside to discuss your results." I smile at her and leave before she could try to set me up any further. Closing the door, I lean against it and breathe out a sigh of relief. I run my hands through my hair and wish that I was a smoker. My heart had went in to max mode only a few minutes prior and I needed to calm down. I've also just decided to never take another patient from Ishida again. No matter how many of mines he takes.

"Um…Excuse me…is my friend in there?"

I know that voice.

My eye open quickly and I nearly fall pushing myself from the door.

There she is. Still as breathtakingly beautiful as she ever was. She's different. Her hips a bit more pronuced and her bust a size bigger, her hair is longer and slightly wavier, but she is still her, and she still makes my heart pounds. I swallow deeply. I am unable to speak. I want to. I want to so desperately but…I can't…

Her own grey eyes widen in surprise and shock. I'm happy…she remembers me…but then again maybe that isn't a good thing. When I think about what my last words to her were…

"Mr. Kurosaki…is..is that you?" She speaks barely above a whisper. Still not able to find my voice I only nod slightly. We stare at each other for what seems like an eternity. I barely noticed when she came running the length of the hall to me, or when I opened my arms to embrace her.

She felt so right in my arms that I felt like crying. I can't believe that this is happening. That this is real. She's here and I'm holding her, and it's all I've ever wanted to do for the past six years. She smells amazing, she's warm and she feels so fucking right.

"Mr. Kurosaki…I've missed you…I've missed you so much!" she cries into my chest. This is unreal. This isn't something that is actually happening.

"No…that's not true…" I mutter, meaning to keep it to myself but saying it out loud. She shakes her head in my chest.

"I do. I did. I have."

"But…I've…I've treated you…those things that I said…" what is going on? She's a lot of things, but she wouldn't let me hurt her and forgive me so easily.

" 'The hardest part for him will be to let you go and pretend like he doesn't love you anymore. It will only make it harder on him if you try to hold on. If its meant to be, then in the future you will see him again. But it can't happen if he's in jail and you're across the country. So please, when he breaks your heart, realize that it'll hurt him more. And it will continue to hurt him, if you try to force something that can't be. Not right now at least.'

"Those are the words that she said to me before I met you that day. I was on my way to see you and she stopped me. Your ex girlfriend. At first I didn't understand what she meant. And after that day I forgot what she said. But it came back to me when I needed it the most." She looks up from my chest into my eyes with her haunting grey ones full of light and love. "I remembered what she said and it helped me to be strong. Because I knew that I was going to see you again."

"Orihime…" what? Rukia? She talked to her…she…that woman…

"Oh my! Orihime do you know this man, or should I do something?" The red haired lady comes from behind us and looks confused.

"No, Rangiku, he's an…old friend of mines. One who I am very happy to see again." She smiles at me.

"Oh wow. Maybe we should invite him over for dinner one day. I'm sure Sora would like to meet him."

Sora! Shit! I look at her alarmed and her eyes meet mine.

"Um…I would rather not tell big brother about him just yet…you know how over protective he is of me. Besides…" she looks up at me and gives me a small smile, "He owes me a cup of tea and a long overdue conversation."

I return her smile and touch her hair.

Looks like I'm done with abstaining from sex. Me and her have a lot of catching up to do.

The End

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