Summary: Ichigo Kurosaki, a young doctor that keeps to himself. Inoue Orihime, a girl that gets caught up in an accident and loosing her memory. Together they go on the journey of getting her memory back only to face her dark pasts that continue to torment her.

Disclaimer: This is where I claim that I don't own Ichigo or Orihime. I don't own Bleach or their feelings in the matter, Kubo-sensei does~ I do not hereby claim this as my own or will make profit from it, this is all just a form of entertainment to kill my boredom. XD

Notes: Yes, this is Temptations; the story that I have deleted more than three times. XD This story I love with all my heart but I have never been able to finish it. Well, it's the time to finish it. I am going to do it and I will never delete this again as long as there is breath in my body XD; Anyways, for those that haven't read it, I hope you enjoy it and...for those that have been here before, gomeeeen. D'X

A/N: Also~ I am up to chapter 19 so I will be uploading a chapter each day. I'm sorry if this spams your email but I need to get to the chapter that's already done and ready to post. A chapter that no one has ever seen. I hope you stay with me and help me see this to the end! :') Thanks again for all your love, glomps, kisses...etc. You do not know how much I appreciate it DD:

Temptations /Chapter 1/ ; Miraculous Heart breaker

Plopping down on the plush sofa and letting out a soft sigh, he propped both of his feet on the small coffee table that sat in front of him. Leaning his head back against the frame of the couch, he closed his eyes as he enjoyed the silence that the room gave him. His lab coat was draped over the arm over the couch, his stethoscope and name tag sat on top of it as it glinted from the faint light that filtered through the blinds.

Letting his face relax as his usual scowl disappeared and a small smile crept up on his lips. It had been quiet all day...nothing interesting had happened which aggravated him. It was just your average day-to-day patients and a couple of check-ups...nothing big.

He needed something to happen. Something exciting. Something that would get his adrenaline pumping and to get his mind off his own problems. Not that he had any issues that needed to be dealt with but when he didn't have anything to do...it made him think of things that he certainly didn't want to think about.

Hearing the intercom ring through his ears, he let out a breath that he had been holding escape as he opened his dark brown eyes to look up at the white ceiling. It was way too quiet for a hospital and that got on his nerves. It was so slow...so boring. He needed something to do. Dammit, he needed someone to take care of.

Pulling his head from the couch, he glanced at his belongings. He never would of thought that he would be here, working as a doctor in one of the best hospitals in Japan. It amazed him that he had gotten this far. When he had been in high school the thought of working underneath his father as a doctor hadn't even crossed his mind. He had seen himself becoming something else, perhaps a martial arts instructor or maybe an agent for some company. As a kid, he had always got into fights because of the odd color of his hair or by his scowl. He wasn't one to just think things through but to take action, so when his father had proposed that he head into medical school to become a doctor, it had caused him to be speechless.

Nevertheless, becoming a doctor had been the right thing to do. With his quick reflexes and intelligence, he had saved a lot of lives. There was one thing that he never understood and that was why his father called him the "heart breaker." The old fart was going to pay if he said the word one more time.

Shaking his head, he placed his face in his large hands as he tried to relax. There was no reason to rest; he had been taking it easy all day. He needed something to happen.

"Doctor Kurosaki!" A shriek interrupted his thoughts as his head jerked to look behind him as a young nurse ran in, her face as white as a ghost. She was breathing heavily as she stood in the doorway of the room with a clipboard clutched to her chest with both of her hands.

"What happened?" Ichigo demanded, his eyes narrowing as he removed his feet from the table to drop to the carpet floor.

"There's been an accident! It happened on Hiboshi Street! It was a hit-and-run. The ambulance is on it's way right now!" The nurse informed him as Ichigo jumped from his resting place, grabbing his belongings.

As the nurse backed out of the room to get out of the young doctor's way, he pulled on his coat, clasping the stethoscope around his neck as he quickly made his way down the hallway towards the emergency room with the nurse right on his heels.

Finally...something big to end my day, he thought as he turned the corner, running down the hallway as he tried to avoid running into any of the nurses and patients. It was like he was running through a movie, playing in slow motion as he passed each nurse. He heard gasps, a couple of "Kurosaki-san"'s, but it didn't matter. His mind was on only one thing...one person and that was the victim that would be here in less than five minutes.

"K-Kurosaki-san...here is your sterile jacket," another nurse said as he slowed down before the emergency room. A tall blond, one of the head nurses, stood before him with a pale yellow covering in her hands and he grabbed it, putting his arms through it and tying it behind his back.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Akina? It's Ichigo. Nobody listens to me," he grumbled as she handed him a pair of latex gloves that he slipped over his hands, not even wincing when they popped against his wrist.

Without another word, he busted through the double doors, seeing that the paramedics were already inside as they pulled a stretcher out. An unmoving body rested on it as he ran towards the stretcher, his mind and body ready for work.

"Doctor Kurosaki!" one of the paramedics yelled out which made Ichigo's instantly look down at the victim. It was a young woman, most likely in her early twenties.

"What's her status?" Ichigo demanded. The woman's face was growing paler by the minute and the blood that stained her clothes worried him. He needed to get the woman medical attention right away. He noticed that her eyes were closed tight, her chestnut bangs fell in her face as the rest of her hair was soaked in blood. She had probably hit her head which meant that if he didn't take immediate action, she would die.

"Hey! Hey, can you hear me?" Ichigo cried out, his eyes widening as he heard no response. He jerked his eyes to one of the paramedics, silently asking for a reason as to why she was unconscious.

"She fell unconscious about halfway here," the paramedic explained.

"Shit," Ichigo swore, "Give me the resuscitator now!" he ordered as one of the paramedics handed him the mask on command.

Grabbing it, he placed it over her mouth, using his hand to squeeze the air into her lungs. He thanked the gods that his long legs were so used to running as the paramedics began to wheel her into another room as he tried to get her to breathe normally.

"Her blood pressure is high, it was reaching over one hundred and sixty as we were coming here. It feels like she has a couple of fractured ribs," the paramedics started their report as Ichigo dug through his pockets for his tools.

Pulling out a small flashlight and turning it on, he used his fingers to pry open her closed eye. Flashing the light into her eye, he was relieved to see that her pupils were responsive as they retracted against the light.

Switching off his flashlight and sticking it back into the pocket of his lab coat, he placed both plugs of his stethoscope in his ears as he planted the end of the tool on the woman's chest. Moving it around, he finally found a heartbeat and it was slow and steady...just how it was supposed to be.

"Her pupils aren't dilated nor is her heartbeat elevated," Ichigo murmured to himself as he pulled the plug out of his ear so it could hang loosely around his neck.

His eyes darkened as he pressed his fingers gently across her chest, looking for any signs of it being hard but there were none.

Lifting up her tank top, his eyes narrowed as he saw a few bruises, touching the swollen places of her abdomen. He noticed that where a couple bruises were he felt something hard forming beneath her skin

Shit, Ichigo swore as his fingers pressed into her skin, to feel something retracting back against his fingers and it made his eyes grow wide with horror.

"Nurse!" Ichigo yelled which made one of the nurses behind him utter a "Y-Yes?" and his eyes jerked behind him to see the same nurse that had come to get him in the break room.

"Book an operating room now! She's got internal bleeding! Dammit, where's dad when you need him?" Ichigo cursed but then he heard running footsteps.

Light brown eyes connected with dark brown as Isshin Kurosaki, the head surgeon of the hospital, burst into the room.

"Dad, we've got to get her some medical attention immediately. She's got internal bleeding and a couple of fractured ribs," Ichigo said which made the older man frown as he made his way to the stretcher, glancing down at the young lady.

"You heard the doctor, let's get this woman into the operating room fast! We don't have time to put her on another stretcher, bring this one, we've got to get this covered!" the head surgeon ordered as he grabbed a hold of the stretcher and wheeled the patient out of the room as other nurses started to appear to help him.

"What's the case, Kurosaki-san?" another surgeon asked as she helped him drive the stretcher out of the emergency room.

"Severe case of internal bleeding, she's got a couple of fractured ribs. Her blood pressure has got to be low if she's bleeding on the inside. We're going to have to do immediate surgery," Isshin replied, his eyes growing serious.

"Dad! Wait! I'm coming with you," Ichigo said, running after him but Isshin glanced back at him as the other surgeons pulled the stretcher through the double doors of the operating room. Like hell, he was just going to sit back and let the woman suffer, he was going to help her.

"Don't be ridiculous, son. You're internal medicine, not surgery. You'll stay here until we're done!" Isshin ordered, his eyes darkening before he turned around and headed inside.

Ichigo stared at the double doors with wide eyes as he clenched his fists at his sides. Letting his orange bangs fall in his face, he grimaced as he tried to get the woman's face out of his head.