This is my first story about Bleach and the first in English and since that is not my native language, please don't be too harsh about grammar errors.

I don't own Bleach, and specially not Ichigo or Orihime. But I own this situation, because it happened to me.

- Inoue, is everything all right?

- Y-yes, of course it is... So, why did you call? - she could feel her heart running like a wild horse in the sight of that thing. The thing that plagued so many of her nightmares, the thing that her brother and Tatsuki-chan always protected her from.

- Well - he sighed - It's my old man... He wants me to ask if you... - a thump could be heard on the other line - stop that, stupid man! I'm the one who is talking! Stop! Oh, sorry Inoue - he said, and she could almost see the scene playing in front of her eyes: his dad trying to sneak on him and steal the phone so he could talk to her and then Kurosaki-kun would act normally and just punch him in the face... Poor Kurosaki-san... she felt tempted going there and heal him, but that awful sight kept her from walking anywhere. The eyes followed her in every movement, making her shiver.

-Well, he wants to ask if you could bring more of those breads you brought yesterday... - his voice was getting lower with each word, and the girl could feel his embarrassment even through the phone. But she couldn't really think about how he must look flushed right now, how his embarrassment was so sweet and his scowl... stop! She had to keep herself from daydreaming: it was still approaching, and Orihime had to find a suitable weapon...

- S-sure Kurosaki-kun - was her answer, while her hand searched through the floor.

- Are you really all right? - his concern was getting more noticeable. The girl would normally babble about odd things that always brought a small smile to his face, but not this time...

- Yes, of course. Well, I have to go now. Bye Kurosaki-kun! - and she hung up, without waiting for his reply.

"Ok, Orihime, you have to stand your ground! You can't wait to be saved like in the past. Kurosaki-kun, Sado-kun, Ishida-kun, Kuchiki-san... You can't wait for them to save you, not now and not ever again!" The girl breath, preparing herself, while the thing kept its steady pace and her hand travelled more frenetically through the floor. And then, finally, her hand found the little object she was searching and with all her might, she put it in front of her and clicked. The room disappeared from her vision in a cloud of white smoke, for instants, and when it all came back, she could see her enemy, clearly dead.

- Yes! No blue men helped you this time! No Tatsuki-chan had to come to take care of you! - screamed Orihime, bumping her fist in the air.

- Hum... Inoue? - a male voice called from somewhere behind her. She jumped when she heard that familiar tone, and blushing, she turned around.

- Hi, Kurosaki-kun!

- Inoue, I knew something wasn't right! What the hell is this smell? - he entered through the window, in his shinigami body and sniffed the air. For a moment she wondered about what he was doing in her home, but then, his expression remembered her that he asked something.

- Hehe... - she laughed, blushing even more, and scratching the back of her neck - Well, you know...

But his eyes jumped to a huge white spot that spread throughout the floor and the tiny black point in the middle.

- Inoue, is that... Is that a spider?