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The Marriage Game	By : Kitahoshi Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female > Ishida/Orihime Views: 2384 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Marriage Game
- 2-Real Wedding Night
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- 2
Their marriage
was a sham, but it continued to exist. Orihime was uncertain as to how fate had
pulled her into such a strange event without her suspicion. Inoue Orihime's
special skill was intuition, and she was actually rather bright. So the
reasoning for how she ended up married at twenty when she had never intended to
marry at all was a mystery.

She continued to
walk down the stairs to catch the underground train while pondering it over,
again. She realized, that to further inspect into how circumstances became what
they were, she would need to go back to the beginning of it all. She closed her
gray eyes wearily as she stood on the moving train, thinking about how blue his
eyes had been that day. That day that changed their lives.

"Inoue-san,
please don't worry so much. It's just for one little dinner party and
then�" Ishida Uryuu didn't finish his thought. He didn't need to, really.
She nodded affirmatively, showing him that she understood. He remained silent,
and took her hand. He looked at the engagement ring thoughtfully.

"Do I look
alright?" She asked quietly. It was hard to speak when one of her more
serious comrades was looking at her hand so intensely. He stopped and breathed
as though he had forgotten to, and looked her in the eyes. He rarely looked her
in the eyes, so whenever he did, she knew he was being brutally honest with her
in whatever he said. It was the reason it made the red headed girl so nervous.

"You look
perfect. I picked everything out myself and it all fits correctly. Is it� not
comfortable for you?" He asked. She wanted to sigh; he wasn't answering
her question at all. She smiled a little bit to herself, and reminded herself
that it was just his personality. Before she had a moment to answer, she heard
the door bell ring. She pulled away from him and went to answer it, putting on
her best smile.

"Good
evening Ishida-san. I'm so glad you could come!" She greeted
enthusiastically as she opened the door. The senior Ishida male nodded silently
in response. They were more similar than they thought. But she figured it must
be an Ishida quality, their stubbornness and their pride. Uryuu had enough
pride for the both her and himself. She questioned whether it was safe to have
so much pride and honour and seriousness in one little apartment.

"You look
very charming in that dress, although I wonder if this is really so formal an
occasion for black." Orihime didn't wince, but she wished she could have.
It was best to pretend indifference with Ryuuken Ishida, or else it led to an
argument between the father and son.

"Today is a
very important day, father." Orihime turned and moved out of the entry way
so that Ryuuken could enter. Ishida's apartment was large for Japanese
standards, but the entry way was only big enough for one person to move through
it.

"Well,
dinner is ready so we had better eat it before it gets cold then," Orihime
said, breaking the silence as the two men stood there. They had an amazing
talent for being able to create an awkward silence whenever the two met. She
led them to the dinner table that was set and sat down. "Well then� it's
so nice to get together with family." Her second attempt to break into
conversation seemed to fare better than the first.

"Did you
cook dinner, Inoue-san?" Ryuuken asked politely. Inoue laughed quietly and
shook her head.

"Oh no, my
tastes in spices are very different from yours so I thought it would be best if
Ishida-san cooked since he knows your tastes better than I do," She
responded brightly. Conversation might have happened then, she realized if she
hadn't made the awkward assertion that they knew each other well. Neither of
the men at the table responded for a few minutes.

"You still
call each other so formally? That is very unusual for a modern engaged
couple," Ryuuken commented. Orihime blushed, realizing that he was
correct. But still, calling Ishida by his first name for the first time in such
a setting was too much to ask for. She had to think quickly.

"Yes, but
it is more polite this way," Orihime said quickly. Before Ryuuken could
push the issue further, Uryuu put down his fork and interrupted.

"Let us get
to the main point of this dinner," Uryuu said seriously. Orihime
hesitantly stopped eating and wondered why in the world they couldn't both talk
and eat at the same time. Another one of those strange qualities these men
possessed.

"Indeed. I
can already guess where this is going."

"Father, I
intend to marry Inoue-san. So you should not be concerned about my eligibility
any longer. I already have Inoue, as you can see." And so the case had
finally come out. Orihime waited in silence for one of them to break the
silence. Orihime, of course, had no intention of actually marrying her friend
Ishida Uryuu. She still loved Kurosaki Ichigo, and furthermore had just
finished high school. But she had agreed to- no she had forced Ishida to accept
her help. Ishida had not wanted his father to start setting up an engagement
but had found no way to dissuade his father from the idea that he could not
find his own bride. Why his father had become so insistent suddenly on his
marriage was suspicious. But Inoue had her own motives for everything, and
Ishida never asked her about them. She felt bad for Ishida Uryuu, forced to
pretend he was in love with her. She, who was a horrible person, was using this
as a last cry of desperation in her own love life.

Inoue had now
spent many adventures, many years and many exams trying to show Kurosaki that
he could trust her as an equal and she had hoped that with this realization he
might develop feelings for her. He might as well have publicly announced that
his feelings were for another person, but she still hoped. If Kurosaki had one
small bit of feelings for her in a romantic way, he would know it now. Now that
she was publicly engaged to another man.

"I find it
interesting that you are going to marry this woman and yet you don't call her
by her first name. Furthermore, she obviously doesn't live here. How serious
are you about her? Is this just a show for my benefit?"Ryuuken began. It
was not Ishida that interrupted him this time, which shocked all three people
in the room.

"It
wouldn't be proper for me to live with your son before marriage. If you
disagree with my traditions, that is one thing. But to say that this is a show
is too much. We don't need your blessing to get married." Inoue felt all
of her disappointment and anger beginning to come out, so she folded her hands
tensely in her lap. She could see from the corner of her eye that there was a
flicker of emotions going across Uryuu's face. Ryuuken seemed to smile then and
nodded.

"Very well,
Inoue-san. If you say it with such passion, then I have to believe you. Please
call me about the costs of the wedding. If I recall correctly, you do not have
any close relatives to help you on this matter," Ryuuken said as he stood
to leave. "Thank you for dinner." And without a goodbye to his only
son, he left. Once the door clicked behind him, Orihime let the horror show on
her face. Ryuuken's acceptance and blessing was the worst thing they could have
received.

"Inoue�"
Ishida said quietly. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders where she
continued to sit.

"What are
we going to do? He was supposed to disown you, or you were supposed to� Nothing
went according to your plan! What are we going to do, Ishida-san?" She
finally turned to look at him. As she looked into those deep blue eyes, she
wanted to cry. It was probably her fault. But she didn't know that Ryuuken
would react that way.

"My father
likes you. You played your part too well, Inoue. But thank you for your hard
work. I will tell him the truth tomorrow and everything will be cleared
up."

"No!
Ishida-san- Ishida! I'm sure we can do something still. There must be something
we can do or say�" She insisted. She stood up so that they were facing
each other, standing barely a few inches apart. He could feel her breath, and
paused before he spoke.

"Like what?
We either tell him the truth or� or actually get married!" Uryuu said,
losing his temper. He realized by Orihime's crestfallen expression that he may
have gone too far.

"Do you not
like me? You make it sound like a terrible thing," Orihime said, still
feeling a little sentimental from Kurosaki's lack of interest in her
engagement. She was feeling emotionally overhauled by everything, including
Ryuuken's cold attitude. She moved to walk into the kitchen, away from him. She
felt him pull on her wrist and she stopped without turning around.

"Orihime,
it's not that. Orihime, I� I would marry you," Ishida responded darkly.
His voice seemed to become deeper sometimes. It made her heart skip a beat in
anxiousness.

"Even
though I used you? Even if I don't love you? Would you still marry me?"
She cried, partly angry. She was angry with herself, and witheverything that
was happening. She was ruining everything and like a child throwing a tantrum,
she couldn't make it stop. She couldn't calm down. That was when she felt him
hug her from behind, and her mind was suddenly silent.

"I know. I
know why you did this. I know you don't love me. But I would still marry you
and be by your side. So don't keep thinking that you're alone, Orihime."
And that was when she began to cry. She turned into him and cried until there
was nothing left to cry with.

From that point
on, everything had just kept building forward. When Inoue didn't call Ryuuken,
he called her three weeks later. And so she continued the game, and so the
wedding was planned. And at only twenty, Ishida Orihime was a married woman
working in an office. She opened her eyes, and realized her stop was coming up.
She could still remember Ichigo and Rukia attending the wedding as an engaged
couple. Instead of having a wedding night like normal people, Ishida had been
stuck with consoling her the entire night.

Orihime took out
her keys and unlocked her apartment door. They shared a two bedroom apartment,
because Ryuuken had insisted that Ishida have a study room. The lights were on,
and she could see Ishida in the kitchen. He finished his classes much earlier
than she got off work, so he often made dinner.

"I'm
home," She called. She pulled off her flat working shoes and slipped her
feet into slippers. Into the apartment she ventured, looking to see what
exactly he was cooking.

"Welcome
home, Orihime."

"What are
you making?" She asked, realizing that she was very hungry. She hadn't
eaten anything since lunch and it was already nine o'clock at night.

"Curry,"
He replied, raising an eyebrow as she rested her chin on his shoulder to get a
better look at said curry.

"Are there
strawberries or mangos?" She asked quietly.

"I already
cut those up to add to your portion separately." It hadn't taken long to
figure out that Orihime's sense of taste was so strange that it was something
that needed to be chronicled. Eventually with a note book he had begun to
figure out exactly what sorts of strange things she liked.

They ate their
meal in silence, and it wasn't until he stood up to bring his plate into the
kitchen that she spoke.

"Ishida�
no, Uryuu�" She said bashfully. He stopped moving and waited for her to
continue. When she didn't, he began to form his own ideas of what she might be
about to say.

"Did you
forget to sort the garbage properly?" He asked wearily. She shook her head
ardently.

"No, it's
not that. Maybe I did forget. Anyway, that's not what I was going to say!"
She said, sort of put out that he was distracting her from an actually serious
conversation. "Uryuu� do you still love me?"

"That
depends if you sorted the garbage and put it out on time last night," He
said, though he was joking. He sighed before continuing. "Yes, I still
love you Orihime. Why?"

"Uhm. Well,
I wanted to know if you wanted to� really be married is all."

"�Orihime,
I am pretty sure the marriage certificate is real."

"That's not
what I meant! Uryuu, sometimes you drive me crazy. But all the same, I do love
you. I was afraid that you would stop liking me once you got to know me."
Uryuu raised both eyebrows and set his dish back down on the table. It had been
a while since she had talked about their marriage this way and it concerned
him.

"Orihime, I
do know you, and I love you. So stop worrying."

"Then prove
it," She responded stubbornly. It must have been the Ishida influence. She
never remembered being so stubborn about things before. But she thanked soul
society that she hadn't picked up that weird pride thing yet.

Ishida walked
over to her, and kissed her earnestly before answering: "I am proving it,
and I will continue to do so for the rest of our lives."
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