I started this story sooooo long ago. But then, I didn't have time, and now, two years later, I rewrote all the chapters, and re-uploaded them. For people who actually have read this story before (if there are any here :P), they are just minor changes. I didn't change the storyline at all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters. The creative storyline of this fic ended up being mine though. :P

"The teenagers who jumped were Azumiya Narumi, aged 14, and Ishimoto Akana, aged 15. Both girls received serious injuries, and died before the ambulances arrived. The Education Department has asked all schools to keep an eye on students with signs of..."

The sound subsided as Inoue Orihime shut down the television. To take their own lives... She thought, as she put on the ribbon on her uniform's collar. She slipped her shoes on, passed through the door, and closed the door behind her. Why would they do that?

Three hours later, during lunchtime, Inoue Orihime was still pondering the same question. She leaned against the rails of the school rooftop, and poked her upper body past the rail. I wonder how they had felt when they jumped?

She remained in the position for a while, sometimes shifting more of her weight to the other side of the rail, trying to simulate the sensation falling down the building.

Suddenly, a yell came from behind her.

"Don't!" A male voice yelled.

Before she could even turn her head or do anything in response, she was pulled backwards strongly onto the ground. A yelp escaped her mouth as she felt her backside hit something which was noticeably softer than the ground.

"Owie..." She murmured, as she turned her head to gaze into a pair of hazelnut eyes.

And messy, bright orange hair.

And a full-fledged frown.

"What the hell were you thinking!" Yelled the boy who had caught her. "Whatever your problem is, killing yourself can't solve anything! There must be other ways!" His brows were knitted tightly together, his nostrils were flaring, and his hair seemed to be standing straight in anger. His eyes were burning, like an angry forest fire.

"But..." Shell-shocked, Orihime could only whisper softly.

The boy seemed not to have heard her. Instead, he carried on, "No matter what the problem, killing yourself can't solve anything! Not to mention people who know you will be sad! How about your parents? How do you think they would feel?" And he went on and on.

"Excuse me, but..." Orihime stuttered. The boy was scaring her a bit.

"Don't you get it? Death can solve nothing! It would only haunt the ones who love you forever! Not everything is about you!" The boy's lecture could have no end.

Somehow, that struck a nerve. "I know!" Yelled Orihime abruptly. Even the boy seemed surprised by her sudden outburst. He shut his mouth, and for once, Orihime could speak.

After the outburst, Orihime only had energy left for one sentence. "Just now... I wasn't going to jump."

Both of their faces turned bright red afterwards. Somehow, after so much time did they begin to realize that they were practically lying on top of each other. It would be an understatement to say that the atmosphere was excruciatingly embarrassing.

"You should have said so!" The boy's scowl loosened momentarily in surprise. But then it was back in full force in no time. With that, he took off.

Image. Orihime noted. Somehow, the boy intrigued her. I'm going to find out more about him. She thought. Why was he so caught up with a stranger appearing to commit suicide?

=Babiip