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Hello readers!

Another Ichihime fic ;) I'm not sure if this will be a one shot, a bunch of stories combined to make one, or something around that premise. I got this idea while vacuuming of course! Enjoy


Adventures of Hime

She was practically jumping up and down.

This was one of her all time favorite tasks of the week.

Now to just plug it in….

And tada!

Holding the top of the magical machine, the vacuum began its act of cleaning. With a large smile on her face, she popped in her headphones, music on full blast.

Swinging it back and forth, she continued the routine all over her flat.

Wearing her roommates t-shirt that was much too large on her, she didn't see the purpose of wearing pants. The shirt flowed down to mid-thigh and she was home alone -for now-. And it was hot outside, extremely so.

She previously put her long burnt auburn hair in a messy bun at the top of her head so it wouldn't come in her way. Swiveling through the living room and the kitchen, she moved to her room and continued down the hall. Stopping by a large white door, she hesitated.

Should I?

He's not home…

But what if he didn't want me in there?

Ignoring her thoughts, she happily vacuumed past the door.

Then she came back around passing the door once more, roaring vacuum in hand.

I cleaned the entire apartment, except his room…

Unsure of what to do, she continued on her way.

But then she came back.

Even if it is clean, nothing can ever be too clean!

Nodding her head in approval, she opened the door.

She was already in his room, earlier this morning to borrow one of his books, but it felt so much different.

May be it's because he isn't here?

I'll surprise him with a clean room!

Vacuuming away, her thoughts were lost into the music.

And last but not least, under the bed!

Shutting the vacuum off, she bent down on her knees and began to pull any large objects that could interfere with the suction of the vacuum. Her slim fingers met with a box, a large brown box.

She froze.


"Mhmm," Rangiku purred taking another sip of the alcohol in her hand.

"No way," Rukia murmured, "That makes so much sense…"

Orihime sat flushed in a corner, hands covering her face attempting to block out the knowledge Rangiku was teaching.

"Yup, all their dirty 'secrets', hidden away in plain sight! Sometimes in a closet or couch cushions. Even under a bed, in the mattress." She bobbed her head, "It's almost always in a box."

"I'm pretty sure I saw a few magazines behind the counter in Renji's apartment," Rukia creased her eyebrows in thought.

"What about you Orihime? I mean you and your roommate… I'm surprised you haven't done anything together." Rangiku smirked.

"R-Rangiku, w-we're just friends!" Orihime stuttered out.

"Anyways, when you see a box or anything that's meant to be hidden, just walk away girls. Just. Walk. Away."


Orihime held her breathe.

Standing up, she unknowingly brought the box with her. Oh no!

Letting go of it immediately, the contents scattered on to the carpet floor.

Quickly bringing her hands to her eyes, she dropped to the ground and began to pick the things up. Flushing, she began to single handedly grab them, from the texture they felt like photographs.

Her blush darkened.

Unsure as to if she picked everything up, she squinted her eyes, slightly.

But what she saw had her gaping like a fish.

The content was nothing like Rangiku described.

They were photographs indeed, but they were of her and her roommate.

All of them.

Ranging from going to the movies or getting together.

There was even some form hanging out in their apartment.

"Hime?"

Hearing her name, she froze. Even though she knew who it was, she was praying her ears were playing tricks on her. Slowly looking up, she was met with the worried gaze of her roommate.

As silvery grey met chocolate brown, she stuttered out her response.

"Ichi? When did you get here?" Although minutes ago she had her blush under control, it came back with vengeance.

"I'm on my lunch break," he responded.

"I-I'm sorry!" Orihime said looking down at the photos, "I wanted to vacuum your room, after all Mondays are national vacuum day, and I found this box, but Rangiku said…" Her blush darkened, "And I dropped it and-"

"It's alright?" He questioned, thinking about their blonde haired friend sent chills down Ichigo's back. His roommate was a very sweet innocent young girl, Rangiku was… different. Ichigo got a hint of what Orihime was trying to stutter out and the thoughts of what Rangiku told her brought a scowl to the young mans face.

"Those are just old photos I liked… memories you know?"

"Yeah, I like them," she smiled sweetly up to him placing the photos back in the box.

"Did you eat anything yet?"

"No," she frowned.

"Would you like to join me?" He asked giving her a hand up.

"Yes please," her smile widened. Grabbing his much larger hand, he helped her up. When she saw her roommates face redden and his hand brought to his eyes, she tilted her head to the side.

"What's wrong Ichi?"

"N-Nothing, um, I'll wait in the living room? And you can, you know, get ready!" He said scrambling out on the verge of a nose bleed.

Laughing at his silly antics, Orihime moved back to her room with the vaccum to take a quick shower. On her way out she passed by the mirror on Ichigo's wall.

I-Ichigo's shirt I'm wearing!

The two orange haired roommates had identical blushes.


What did you think? I would love to know!

Should I continue or branch off?

until next time,

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