This story is inspired by the song it's been titled after by Pink and the guy from Fun. The song is so beautiful and I just couldn't resist.

So, Please Read, Review and Enjoy.

Tokyo 2004 spring

Ichigo waited until most of his classmates left the building before he gathered his books and materials and followed suit. He hated shuffling out of the door, elbow to elbow with other people. Where ever he had to go it wasn't that important that he needed to rush out as if the building was on fire.

Besides, he had work after this and he certainly wasn't in any hurry to make it there.

Languidly, he makes his way to his car in the student parking lot, tossing his things in the back seat.

His phone rings.

"Yo," he gives his normal greeting.

"Are you still on campus?" his best friend, Keigo, asks in a breathless manner.

"Yeah, you need a ride again?"

"More like a getaway car."

Ichigo groans, rubbing his temple. "What did you do this time?"

"Did you know that only the Alpha Omega's are allowed to date Beta Phi Mui? Because I certainly didn't!" He shouts into the phone.

Ichigo chuckles silently, shaking his head at his friend idiotic antics. "Where are you, I'll swing by and pick you up…or what's left of you."

"Don't be so mean Ichigo-kun! I'm really scared that I'm going to die here!"

"Well you shouldn't waste your breath on whining and just tell me where you are already."

"The bookstore…HURRY!"

Laughing, Ichigo throws the car into reverse and leaving the student lot. Lucky for Keigo, he was in lot C which is the closest to the book store. He was there in less than five minutes, honking his horn for Keigo to come out.

A short minute later, Keigo runs out, sheer panic on his face, a beat later 10 buff men runs out of the store, screaming; outrage danced across their features.

Keigo flies through the open widow of Ichigo's car, shouting at him to drive.

"GO, GO, GO, GO, GO! HURRY UP AND DRIVE ICHIGO-KUN!" he shouts. Ichigo smirking, steps on the gas and leaves the school with the skill of an expert veteran NASCAR driver.

Keigo shifts in the car until he's in an upright position and buckled in. He releases a heavy sigh, laughing as he has once again escaped a near death beating.

"Man! Did you see that?! It was like, 20 guys, all up in arms because I talked to a girl!" he exclaimed excitedly like what Ichigo can only assume a chipmunk enthusiasm would be like. Ichigo only shook his head in disapproval as his friend went on and on about the "insanely hot girl" who he was just being friendly to. Ichigo had no doubt in his mind that more went on than what Keigo was admitting to.

"So," he interrupts Keigo's babble. "Where are we going?" he made his way to the freeway smoothly cutting across traffic. Since Keigo was here it was obvious that he wasn't going to work today.

"To Hell if you don't slow down!" Keigo shouts as the narrowly cut off an eighteen wheeler. Ichigo rolls his eyes; his smirk deepens as he increases his speed. "Don't you have work today?"

"Don't I always? It doesn't really matter, as long as I graduate I'm going to be CEO, it's a family company, it's not like they're going to give to someone else. All my dad care about is the image of the company and excommunicating your son and giving the corporation to someone else. That's bad for business."

"Yeah I get it, but shouldn't you at least try and put some effort into it?"

"Naw," he turns and looks at Keigo in the eye. "It's too much fun just doing whatever the hell I want."

"Man eyes on the road!" Keigo screamed.

BrOkEn

Tokyo 2013 Spring

Orihime bites her plump lower lip hard, squeezing her eyes shut as she waited for the test to be over with.

It was the 23 third one she'd taken in the last hour.

There were so many pieces of white, pink, yellow and baby blue plastic lying around the spacious bathroom. Scattered on the floor and sink and tub.

It was disgusting. She knew it.

She had urinated on these pieces of plastic, only to discard them carelessly about her.

But each and every piece of plastic made her angry. They made her furious.

So far, they all showed positive.

The little plus.

The three smiling baby faces.

The pink slash.

They all announced that she was pregnant.

And she couldn't bear it.

The timer dings and she quickly grasps the plastic little stick.

It is just as offensive as the others.

"NO!" she cries, throwing the harmless stick away from her.

But it wasn't harmless.

It was a death sentence.

She braces herself against the marble counter of the bathroom, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves and the dizzy spell that came over her.

Slowly, she slides down to the floor; tears escape her large grey eyes and slides down her numb face, her mouth slightly agape in horror and despair.

The top edges of her dress is wet, her mascara and eyeliner smears on her face.

Again.

This is happening again.

Like a poor sinner, she prayed violently for this to never happen to her again. For her to swiftly be killed like a cat underneath a merciless tire of a car before this was to ever happen to her once more.

Yet, as always, she was ignored.

She couldn't believe that it happened. She wasn't even sure how it happened.

Wait.

There was that night that he was drunk. So impossibly drunk, he wasn't even sure who he was in bed with. Certainly he didn't know, for when he selfishly finished, it wasn't her name which escaped his lips in a breathy whisper.

But that of his true love, for he has stopped loving her years ago, that is…

…if he had ever truly loved her to begin with.

There was a heavy knock on the bathroom door. The sound of flesh meeting solid oak reverberated deep within the too large bathroom.

Orihime's eyes widen into saucers as she looked around, jolted from her thoughts.

"Kurosaki-san, you've been in there for a while, are you sick?" It was her maid, Hana. Orihime had forgotten that she was still there.

"Eto…No, Hana-san. I am alright. Please, you have the rest of the day off." she didn't want her to come in and see the mess on the ground. See the mess that she was stewing and quickly becoming a part of.

"Are you sure Kurosaki-san? I still have to prepare dinner for you and Kurosaki-sama."

"No…he's…he's taking me out to dinner. Sorry, I forgot to mention it earlier." It was a lie. A very poor lie.

Ichigo hasn't taken her out to dinner for a very long time.

Not unless he needs her.

And so very rarely does he need her anymore.

It is very quiet on the other side of the door. Hana knew of her employers failing marriage. She knew that for a long time the love between the two was lost. Buried with the many half-formed children in the family's cemetery, abandoned and left in the ground to rot.

"Okay Kurosaki-san. Please, call me if you need anything. There is soup in the refrigerator if you become hungry before your dinner," she says softly.

"Arigato Hana-san, I will see you tomorrow," Orihime voice wavers.

She listens as the light foot falls of Hana as she leaves from the door.

Soon, she was alone.

She hated that she sent Hana away. She was her only companion whenever she was home.

But she couldn't risk her seeing the plethora of test strewn about the floor and counters, the urine which splattered the floor.

She couldn't risk another person knowing of her failures.

Several.

There have been several pregnancies.

All of them have been miscarriages. Save for one.

She was only 28 and she has had 8 miscarriages and one still born.

The last three miscarriages no one knew about because she didn't tell anyone she was pregnant.

She buried the children herself, in small wooden jewelry boxes somewhere far in their spacious backyard.

The first three had names.

Kumiko.

Natsumi.

Yoshiro.

The still born came after the first 3.

It was a boy. His name was Akihiko.

After him, they stopped naming them.

After him, Ichigo stopped loving her.

He began to come home less. And when he did he smelled of her perfume.

He began to talk to her less.

When he looked at her, he saw past her.

His eyes always held some emotion that was far from love and more closely resembled pity.

He barely even touched her anymore.

She would be lucky if she saw him twice a week now.

He was so busy with work, something he never really cared for, he thrusts himself into it. Into his friends…into his lover.

She didn't know what hurt more, the fact that he was clearly in love with someone else. Or the fact that she knows about her and is unable or unwilling to do anything with the knowledge.

She knows that he wouldn't leave her. She is the face of his company. If he was to leave her, it would damn his company. It would damn him.

But it would also free him. He would be free to openly be with the one he truly loves. The one he goes home to every night.

The one who was able to bear his child.

Yes. They have a child together. It is a girl of the age two.

When Orihime found out the woman was pregnant she nearly died inside. She cried for weeks and weeks. It was after her eighth miscarriage, when he would still lie with her occasionally and didn't have to be piss sloppy drunk to do so.

She was sick for weeks after she heard the news. It was very soon after the miscarriage.

Like a bird with clipped wings, she couldn't no longer leave her nest. She was confined to her bed, unable to even walk to the bathroom.

Slowly she healed, with the help of Hana; she became strong enough to walk. Strong enough to work once more.

But then she saw the child.

Any lingering hopes that it wasn't his were banished instantly.

"Ohayo Kuchiki-san!" Orihime greeted the woman as she entered the hospital room, large bouquet pink and white balloons in one hand, a plethora of stuffed animals and bags of baby Paraphernalia in the other.

She stumbled a bit when she saw that Ichigo was already in the room. She wasn't expecting him. She purposely came during the morning so that she wouldn't have to see him.

He was holding the small newborn and tenderly gazing down at her. He didn't even look up to greet her; he was enraptured by the small figure in her arms.

Rukia, who was lovingly smiling at the two, turned her attention to Orihime.

She at least had the decency to looked ashamed for a moment before she quickly concealed her emotions, smiling brightly.

"Ohayo Orihime-san! What a wonderful surprise having you here! Oh! You brought so much stuff!"

Orihime tore her gaze away from Ichigo, who still hasn't noticed her presence, and looked at Rukia. She looked tired, but incredibly happy, and she still had a glow about her. She faltered. "Oh yeah…I wasn't sure what you had already…there are receipts in the bag if you want to return something…"this was so much harder than she thought it would be.

Her heart constricted painfully in her chest. It was as if the room was coated in thick black smoke the way it became painful for her to breathe, the way her eyes burned with unshed tears.

She awkwardly made her way to Rukia and set the items down; the balloons escaped from her hands and flew about the room.

That captured Ichigo's attention.

He looked up, surprised and his eyes met hers.

Her breath caught in her throat.

It took every fiber of her being to not break down.

To hide her pain.

To shield her heart.

His eyes held nothing, he didn't even flinch.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. His voice wasn't laced with malice or contempt or guilt. It was neutral. As if he was asking about the weather and not about her surprise visit to the hospital where his mistress have given birth to his bastard child.

"I…I…wanted to see Kuchiki-san's baby and to make sure that they were both doing well…if it's a bad time…then I can go," she willed with all of her might to not shed a tear. She forced the muscles in her face to stay as they were.

She tried to make her voice strong and as neutral as his, but every second she spent there talking to him…it was another dagger in her heart. Another smash against her soul as it became pulverized to bits.

His bleakness, his ability to not care at all is what really killed her.

It was as if he felt nothing for her.

He was a jellyfish.

He held no brain…no heart…he only served to bring about pain and misery which was only reserved for her.

"Orihime-san would you like to hold her?" Rukia asked, trying to slice through the thick tension.

Orihime looked at her, surprised, as did Ichigo.

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly…"

"Please, I insist. Ichigo-kun, give the baby to Orihime," Rukia insisted.

He looked at her, his eyes searching her as if she meant the child harm.

That hurt her…to the core she was insulted.

Gingerly, she made her way across to room to Ichigo.

She held her arms out, the light blue of her sweater illuminated by the fluorescent light of the hospital room.

Gently and hesitantly, Ichigo transferred the small, fragile, infant to her outstretched arms.

"She's so light…" Orihime gasps. The child felt so fragile and small in her arms.

She was sleeping peacefully, as if she hadn't a care in the world.

Orihime supposed she didn't.

When Orihime fully looked at the child, she wanted to groan and look away.

The child looked like an exact replica of Karin, Ichigo's little sister.

This was like a jagged knife in her gut, maligning all of her innards, spearing though her stomach, intestines, and lungs, searching for her heart and cutting it out.

"Wh…what's her name?..." Orihime choked out, her voice sounded strange, but she couldn't help it. She was dying inside.

"Kumiko."

Oh Kami, it hurts.

That was the killing blow.

"That's…that's a beautiful name…" she couldn't do it. She couldn't do this. "Gomen," She returned the child back to Ichigo quickly. "I…I need bathroom…I need…I need to use the bathroom," she quickly fled from the room, unable to contain her tears a moment longer.

They fell from her eyes in great heaves.

She made it to the end of the hall before she had to brace herself so that she didn't fall over.

She covered her mouth with her hands as a large sob bubbled up from her throat.

She fell to the ground because her knees were weak. Her hair fell over her shoulder and pooled on the ground as she kneeled over and cried violently.

What a cruel, cruel thing to do.

Did she have her hold the child as a painful reminder of what she could never do? One more thing to shove in her face, one more thing to flaunt their love.

And to name her Kumiko.

It's true that it had been a long time, but...Kumiko…that name has been in her heart forever, that has never left her, never has she forgotten.

There was still a nursery made for the child, although there were so many after her, Orihime had been unable to get rid of a single item.

And here, they name their child Kumiko.

Life was a cruel mistress.

She gave and she took away.

All of Orihime's life has been a rollercoaster. She was down and up, down and up. There were parts of her life when she was happy, like when she was with her brother, when she was scouted at14 to become a model, when Ichigo was introduced into her life…

Then she would crash to the ground in a painful halt, like when her brother died, her miscarriages, her loveless marriage, Kumiko.

That should be her in that room!

That should be her daughter!

She should have that glow!

Ichigo should have looked at her with such tenderness and love!

But she's not.

She wanted to weep endlessly in that hall.

But she had work to do. And she was unsure of when Ichigo would leave.

So she left that spot on the ground.

And she left a piece of her heart there as well.

To be trampled, mangled and discarded and eventually thrown away all together.

Just as Ichigo has done her.

She watched as Kumiko grew to be a beautiful girl.

She looked so much like her father it was astounding.

Ichigo lavished the girl with attention and gifts.

She has taken to calling him "Daddy Ichi".

It seems as though no one cared of Orihime's eternal grief.

Ichigo certainly didn't care for it.

But then again, he was Ichigo Kurosaki.

He does whatever the hell he wants.

So...Questions, Comments and/Or Concerns?

The Next Chapter should be up pretty soon.