(A/N) - Heyy , my dear IchihimeFan fans...How's it going? Are there still any of you left there for me? :(

Well, moving on, I've been gone, I've been working, I've been having bad authors black... As always, and though I said I was making a new story or whatever, that's going to have to wait... Okay, also, this story is not finished, but trust me I'm close to having another chapter, sorry for suspense...

And also, since I've been gone for so long, I've been getting better with my writing. And since I'm having author's block, I decided if I can't continue writing more stories-or chapters, what I can do is make my OLD ONE'S BETTER! Hehe, so yeash. I also found out while rewriting this chapter is that I added much more of a tinge of lemon in it... To be honest, I didn't mean to add it in here, it just came to mind.

If you want, just reread while I make these chapters better, and like, maybe R&R and

-Enjoy !

Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach nor characters, except Takuma and Kariko Kiresoji :)

I ran through the empty halls, panting. 'Oh no! Ichigo! I hope he's not worried or mad at me,' I thought. After school ended, I was left to talk to Ochi-sensei about the homework she'd assigned us. Ichigo said that he'd wait for me until I was done, and even after spending around ten minutes, he was still outside waiting for me. Ignoring my labored breathing and the sharp pain in my legs, I thought of Ichigo's spiritual pressure, which was spiked with agitation.

Running down a set of stairs, suddenly I found myself heading headfirst to the bottom of the staircase. "Ichigo!" I cried out on instinct.

I quickly covered my head, ready to land headfirst with tears stinging at the corner of my eyes. I waited to feel the hard tile floor but the only thing I felt was another body pressed against mine. I opened my eyes hesitantly when I heard a yelp, and found myself staring into a pair of nice blue colored eyes. A foreigner? I quickly scrambled to my knees, bowing my head as he got up. "Gomenasai! Gomenasai!" I repeated to the unknown boy.

He stood to his full height, dusting off his clothes that looked really expensive. "You should be sorry. Don't you know who I am…?" his voice faltered as he continued blinking in my direction, somewhat of a blush dusting his cheeks.

"Oh no! Are you okay? Do you have a fever?" I asked him, worried about the foreigner health. I set the back of my hand up to his forehead; he seemed like he was at a normal temperature but his face seemed to beg to differ. Retracting my hand, I asked, "Do you need any water or anything? I can go take you to the doctor if you're feeling sick?"

He closed his eyes, his face slowly turning back to a normal shade of color, still a hint of blush dusting his cheeks. He smiled, something that seemingly resembled charming. "Yes, I'm fine. I'm just overwhelmed to see I've been hit by such a pretty girl as such as yourself." He held out my hand, "Hi. I'm Takuma Kiresoji. And you are." Takuma Kiresoji had short nicely combed blonde hair, and blue eyes with fair skin. He was no taller than Uryū and had a lean body just like Uryū, as well.

I shook his hand in greeting. "I'm Orihime Inoue, Karakura High School student." I tipped a finger up to my chin, thinking. "Hmm…I've never seen you before. Did you just transfe-" I was cut off when my phone vibrated in my bag. I jumped in alarm as to seeing the caller I.D. "Oh, no! I forgot all about Ichigo!" I screamed loudly, grabbing my bag off the floor and jumping down the stairs only to have forgotten all about Takuma.

I raced down the stairs to the last floor that led outside. Running down the vacant halls, imagining of how irritated Ichigo looked, leaning against the school gates, with irritation marked on his face with his famous scowl.

When I was finally outside, he had his phone out, trying to call or text me. I wasn't even surprised that hadn't not even notice I was walking behind him, especially with his heavy spiritual pressure was all over the place. So heavy that I could barely keep standing, much less walking. My feet dragged and I was so close to just downright collapsing right behind him with him having such a heavy reiatsu. And the fact of collapsing behind Ichigo when he worried a lot didn't seem much fun. My feet dragged, and I panted and heaved, trying to make it enough to get Ichigo's attention.

And just when I was close enough to Ichigo, I collapsed. That suddenly seemed to caught Ichigo's attention, rather landing face-first to the ground, I was once again in another person arms. But this feeling was comforting.

"Orihime! Orihime, are you alright?" Ichigo asked, his reiatsu fluctuating a little bit but returning to normal.

I smiled at his worried face. "Yeah, I'm fine Ichigo. I'm just tired from all the running I had to do to get here from class. I knew I was taking too long and you were worrying about me, so I quickly ran down here. But just when I made it to the stairs, the little green men was being mean and made me slipped, and I was heading headfirst to the floor, but then I was caught by this foreigner named Takuma Kiresoji. I don't know him, but he's a new transfer student. And while we were greeting each other, I noticed you called, and I ran the rest of the way here. And now the little blue men were being mean, because they teamed up with the little green men, and they both paralyzed my feet," I explained.

He frowned and sighed. "'Hime, I swear you worry me sometimes." He took my bag and crouched in front of me, with his back facing me. "Here, get on. I'll carry you home," he said, and I blushed but shyly took of his command. I hooked my legs around his waist, clasping my hands around his neck, and laid my head on his strong shoulder. My whole body was small, pressed against him in such a manner had me blushing. And the whole way to the apartment, I somehow found his strong, tall, lean body quite warm and soon enough, during the slow, silent walk, I found myself slowly falling asleep.

I stood at the top of the stairs, stunned about what just happened. Looking down, something in body hoped that that orange-headed girl would come back. "Who is Ichigo?" I asked to no one in particular.

"Who are you talking to Taku?" asked my twin sister. She came up the stairs and stood beside me. She set a finger on her chin in thought. "Hm, I wonder if that girl I just passed was Inoue Orihime," she mumbled.

"You know that girl?"

She nodded. "Yeah, everyone knows Inoue Orihime. They say she's the most popular girl at the school. She's practically the 'Princess' of the school-no big surprise there. They say she have great looks, which in a way is a fact, she have the first highest marks, topping Uryū Ishida, she's nice and a naive girl. She tends to eat strange food, most having to do with red bean paste. She's known to befriend Arisawa Tatsuki, known friends since grade school, probably middle. No known family members to live with, but it is said that she has an aunt that send her money to live off of."

"No family? Why is that?" I asked.

"Most don't know why, but there are rumors that she ran away from home, or that she's was sent away from her family to live on her own. In which I wouldn't have a clue why."

I shivered. "Oh," I said simply. "You must really did your homework, Kariko?" She nodded, grinning in an ocean of ego. "Okay, who is Ichigo?" I asked, the question was vague but since there could be a lot of Ichigo's in this school, but I'm pretty sure Kariko would know who this Ichigo is.

She was surprised. "Kurosaki Ichigo is also someone well known, too. Most people here seemed to have said that Kurosaki Ichigo is a delinquent."

"A delinquent?"

She nodded. "Yep. They say that he's always somewhere getting into fights. But not just fights, mostly gang fights. Where it's him and Yasutora Sado, a Mexican foreigner, going against gangs about 10 or 20. He seemed to scowl during most times. And some even say that he used to be bullied because his strange hair color, which most people seemed to say that it's orange, but a much lighter shade. He surprisingly make good grades, nor is he much of a socially adept person, but not only is it rumored that he has a girlfriend, but it turns out that Inoue Orihime is his girlfriend," she finished.

I was taken aback, confused. "What? Why the hell would someone as beautiful and smart as Orihime go out with someone like Kurosaki Ichigo?"

She shrugged. "Beats me. I've heard that most guys who reside this schools all have a crush of some sort on Orihime, and a lot were angry that Kurosaki Ichigo had the school Princess, but most never confronted due to his reputation. Though I've never seen the guy, some girls around school even say that Kurosaki is actually pretty cute when he's not scowling, sexy even." I shuddered. "But the only rare times where anyone ever sees Kurosaki not scowl are only whenever he's with or around Inoue."

Kariko gave me a strange look while I tried to process her every word. "Hmm, why do you care about Inoue Orihime and Kurosaki Ichigo all of a second, Taku?" she asked. I didn't say anything and she popped up and almost scared the shit out me. She gave me a cat-like grin. "Could it be that you actually talked to Inoue Orihime, Taku? And you like that girl?" I looked away from her, almost embarrassed, and started walking to the class Kariko and I supposed to be going to tomorrow to meet the teacher. Kariko was hot on my heels. "Well, if you do like her, Taku, be careful. It is widely known, through most part of Karakura Town, that Kurosaki Ichigo is quite possessive when it comes to that girl. Rumors say that Kurosaki even once broken some guy left leg for even looking in Inoue's direction; another say that he broke another guy right arm and his ribs and had him in the hospital for almost a month for even attempting to talk to Inoue."

I shuddered again but decided to not let that get to me. "Yeah, well, I don't think Kurosaki is going to do anything to me. I do mean, Kariko, that I have taken Karate and Judo, too. I can defend myself if needed. Some guy like Kurosaki Ichigo doesn't frighten me." I walked down the hall, following to room 302.

"Takuma, I don't think you understand. Kurosaki took down not only one, but also two gangs, by his self, and that fight ended in less than ten minutes, with Kurosaki being alive. I'm pretty sure only one small guy like you is going to be nothing to Kurosaki."

I flipped my beautiful blonde hair, ego here, as usual. I tried not to let that comment get to me. "Kariko, I think I would be just as strong as Kurosaki. Don't you remember when I took care of that gang just a year ago?" I asked.

"For one thing, you were only stage fighting for our movie. And second thing, those kids were two years younger than you."

"So! They were still bigger than me," I whined. Quickly I straightened myself out and blew out a long breath. For a moment, I stopped walking, noticing something. "Hmm…"

"What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just I wondered how come she didn't jump on me, like all the girls usually do when they realize I'm the lead singer of L.E.A.D."

She blinked. "She didn't know you were from the band?" she asked, obviously bewildered.

"It didn't seem as if. But then again, we barely even had the time to talk, much less really look at each other.

She nodded slowly. "Yeah, but you're not even wearing a disguise. Usually most girls would spot you a mile away.

I nodded. "Yeah, but there could be another logical explanation to this." We both walked silence, in our own thoughts.

I opened the door to Orihime's apartment, pulling off both Orihime's and my shoes. I threw our bags into the living room before I walked to her bedroom. She was still beautifully asleep, so I carefully got her off my back and laid on her on the neat futon in her room. I flipped the covers over her small body, and she shifted a little, mumbling, "No, little green met…Don't get Ichi. He'll get mad."

I sighed, looking at the sleeping beauty, pushing a stray strand of burnt-orange hair from her face. Through the whole walk, she'd been mumbling about strawberries and little green men. I gave a small sigh, "What am I going to do with, Orihime?"

"Aw, such pretty strawberry's."

I shook my head before I walked to the living room to do my homework. I exhaled loudly; I felt beat with so much shit that happened today. First, I wake up only to have an ax kick to my stomach-much thanks of Dad. Second, I sent an ax kick to Keigo-much thanks to Keigo. Had to kill three hollows today; I was tired from last night because I was on Hollow Duty the whole night until three o'clock-much thanks to Rukia. Then, during lunch, a bunch of lower-classman thugs felt as if it'd be cool to beat up the orange-head strawberry, in which I was close to breaking most of all their bones, but was sadly restrained-on my part, no thanks to 'Hime, but those thugs better be glad that she was there.

After about an hour of homework, I finished most of my work and decided to take a break. I sighed and fell against the floor; my body was sore, tense. After a few moments, I heard Orihime come in the room. "Hey, 'Hime. Had a good nap?"

She rubbed her eyes, trying to clear sleep out of her eyes, and blushed as soon as she saw me. "I-Ichigo, I thought you would have been gone home by now."

"Nope, I wanted to stay here until you woke up." I stayed on the floor and watched as Orihime sat down beside my lazy figure.

She loomed over my figure while I played with the edge of her skirt, trying, and yet not trying, to look up the short skirt. Orihime blushed but didn't say anything. She planted both her hands on both side of my face, and leaned down. Her lips were soft on mine; first starting with a little brush. But hormones are a bitch, so I wrapped my arm around her waist, yanking her small figure against mine. I twisted us so we were lying on our side, my arms around her waist with my hand clutching to her skin, and her small dainty hands on my chest. Without asking permission, my tongue slid between her lips fiercely. Our tongue did a passionate dance, and then went to fighting for dominance. God, it was so hot. I slanted my mouth against hers perfectly, tilting her chin, and sticking my tongue down her hot, wet throat. I swallowed her moans, taking away her sound and eating it up. She fisted a lock of my hair and tugged while I tangled her small legs with mine. I found myself briefly separating from those hot, wet, bruised lips and instead my lips found her neck. God, she had hickeys. My hickeys, to say the least. Those hickeys I left on her skin last night were still there, and they were hidden so perfectly even I forgotten that they were there.

"Mou, Ichigo," she whined when my hand found its way up her tight ass school shirt, touching the soft skin that lay under and belong to a Goddess. I was thinking about laying another hickey on that creamy neck I love so much, until she pulled me up for another kiss. Things quickly got hot; battle for dominance again, I won like I did every time. I flipped up over so I was over her, and God, was her tongue an expert. And I was about to win a battle all over again, until she did something that always annoyed, yet aroused me, and made me only want this girl more. She sucked on my tongue.

Damn it! If it was hot minutes ago, then now its Hells fire. Who the Hell fucking taught this girl to do this? Me, I thought, no one else had better kiss this Goddess, my skin burning with passion, arousal, and anger. God, and I was about to succumb to the Goddess, until she suddenly pushed me away, giggling.

I growled. "Fuck 'Hime! Why the hell do you must find the need to torture me?" I growled, returning a grin of my own.

She winked. "It's only fair, Ichi." She giggled at my frown. She kissed me again, panting against my lips, in which I returned, but it was nothing more than just lips meeting lips. Which at all wasn't enough to cool the fire that was burning through my veins. This girl is so fucking beautiful and so horribly sexy.

She sighed as I pulled my hand from under shirt only to have them rubbing against her supple thighs, so warm, and full. Her hands cupped my face and we stared into each other eyes, while our breath mingled.

Then her body jerked and I seen something shine in those beautiful stormy eyes. Then, the next moment it was gone, and her eyes were hooded all over again. I stared in wonder and confusion, until her head craned and my lips were on her, while her foot decided that it was going to be cool rubbing against my leg. "Ichi," she breathed softly.

Immediately, I knew she wanted something, and I groaned. Rather than continuing to kiss this soft warm neck, I instead leaned my head against her shoulder. She wanted something and that's fine and all with me, I don't mind buying her stuff, but using seduction is so fucking mean, and sexy as hell, of her.

Despite that, I grinned. To a normal person, 'Hime would be considered as sweet and endearing, but to me, she was considered the most sexual person in the Fucking world. And she knew that that's how I think of her, and with knowing that little fact she now uses seduction for any Fucking thing she wants. Only when it's the two of us, of course.

"Anything you want, 'Hime," I muttered against her skin.

She perked up, all passion, seduction, and hormones forgotten. She smiled. "Yay! Can we go to that new donut shop that's just down the street today, Ichi."

"No," I said simply. Yeah, I know I said anything, but God, can that at least wait until tomorrow. The donut shop will still be there tomorrow.

She pouted. "Aw, why not Ichi? You said we could."

I pushed off her, and turned to my homework, sighing. Orihime hung on my shoulder behind me, pouty, even when her breasts were pressed against me. I continued working. "I never said we could go to the donut shop," I said nonchalantly. Honestly, I don't even remember saying anything about a donut shop.

She huffed against my ear. "Uh huh, you did. You just don't remember."

"When?"

"You promised me just a couple of days ago when you slept over my apartment. That night when you didn't have hollow duty." I thought about it and nothing about a donut shop came in mind. But something I did remember about that night had a grin on my face. "I kissed you and then asked you if we could go, then you said yes. I asked you to pinky promise, and you did. So you have to take me."

"'Hime, that doesn't count," I said darkly.

"Why not?"

I turned to her, giving her a dark look before yelling, "Because Fuck! we were having sex that night. You can't hold no one against a damn promise to get whatever you want when lust is added in!"

She cowered, "Mou, so mean, Ichi."

I stood up and rocked on my heels, calming a headache. Jeez, this girl really does take advantages of her body to get whatever she wants. I opened my eyes and God, not this! Damn it, not this! She was using the puppy dog eyes. I turned my head, Damn it! Not this time! Anything but this!

"Please, Ichi," she pouted.

"No." Yeah, that's it. Strengthen my resolve. She can't always use her looks to get whatever she wants from me. I'm a man, right? So, I can't cave in, I won't cave in. Then, she turned it up a notch. My eyes flew to her, when I heard her whimper, tears on the edge while her body was pressed against mine, her hands against my chest. And I knew that I wasn't as strong as I think I am when it comes to her.

I sighed, holding her hand, and kissing her cheek. "Fine, we'll go." She squealed, and I deadpanned, but smiled at her cute face. We put on our shoes and walked out the door, hand-in-hand.

(A/N) - What'd you think ?

Hehe, in my opinion, I actually think that I made this chapter more detailed and better, especially at the end! ;) Thoughts on this chapter? Oh, yeah, I'll be moving this story to the Rated T or Rated M section since the lemon-or tinge of lemon- just came out of nowhere. I decided I want 'Hime to be a bad girl, for Ichigo, sorta? Did you like?

Um, I'm almost done with the next chapter but for now I'll be rewriting these chapters and stuff to make my stuff better.

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