I do not own Bleach

Ichigo's eyes unconsciously drawn back to Orihime again, a girl classmate of his who sat a few seats away from him, for the how many time he had lost counts for the day.

He cursed inwardly as he realized where his eyes were and diverted them back to the blackboard. The teacher was going on and on about the Japanese History that normally he would fully gave his attention to, but he could not concentrate today.

It was his old man's fault! If it weren't for him, Ichigo would not have this image in his head!

Danm his dad and that stupid dream!

Last night after dinner, his father was watching TV, Ichigo just happen to be in the same room. The conversation started with the models and actresses. Then somehow the subject of the conversation changed to women wears, women's underwear to be precise. To top it off, Ichigo still could not understand how his dad had managed to end the sentence with Orihime and underwear in the same line.

And last night of the conversation he was…

Ichigo felt a wave of cold chill crept down his spine raising hairs to stand on end. It made him shuddered recalling the dream.

But was Orihime really wears thong? Just how many types of woman underwear are out there anyway? And was her bra red and see through like in his dream?

He mentally pouched himself on the face for thinking of the dream again. He would be damn if anyone find out about it.

"kurosaki, is there something you want to tell me? Something wrong with me today? You've been staring at me for a while now," Orihime mouthed quietly and innocently.

Ichigo immediately pealed his eyes off of her. A light pink blushed betrayed his cool composure appeared on his cheeks.

"No, nothing's wrong," he denied roughly, but quiet enough to not made a scene in class. He cursed inwardly at being caught staring.

Orihime frowned, confusion was on her pretty face, but returned her attention back to the teacher's teaching.

Hell, everything's wrong! The image would not leave his mind.

Ichigo suppressed a cursed again as he remembering himself wearing Orihime's matched red thong and a see-through bra because he had lost the game. Whatever game it did not say. To complete the humiliation, his friends turned him into a clown with full set of makeups, red lipstick, false pink eyelashes, and added the finish touch with a pink wig.

His eyes once again drawn to Orihime, hoping that her underwear would not be the same set of reds because that would give him a heart attack. Just the thought of Orihime plus underwear made him felt naked.

Ichigo shuddered at the nightmare of him in an almost nude state with only a thong and a bra.

Hell no! He'd rather be killed than tell a soul about the nightmare!

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July 13, 2013