A/N:

It's Lonewingwriter again. So, after writing the exhausted fic "The Princess in Hueco Mundo", I decided I have enough with dark Aihime fic, for now. To take a break, I decide to write some "happy fluff" Aihime.

I really was not born to write such fics, so I ask for requests to get some starts, and Rootali has kindly requested this fic and helped me to get some inspiration. The general idea is Aihime, of course, light hearted, happy fluffy, AU, high school students, same age, and before I forget, a triangle with Aihime at the end; and I can go from there.

Ok, so read it and tell me what you think.

There is one more person to say thank, Black Diamond07 who has kindly agreed to become my beta. And the chapter's title "Aizen's Conceit vs Concede" is hers, not mine.

Disclaim: not own Bleach

(8/13/11)

Black pants, smooth and silky, just one inch below the ankle, ironed; check.

White shirt smooth and silky, two buttons opened, revealing three inches of skin below, five inches long below the waist that nicely covered half of his hips, ironed; check.

Hair washed with bamboo scented shampoo and now smooth and silky, with one strand of hair falling nicely over his utterly handsome, charming, and godly face; check.

Aizen walked down the hall, holding his book in one of his hands, smiling in a friendly way towards his admirers who were in awe of his presence. He was so perfect; he smiled again, to himself rather than to the obsessive fans. Two more steps and he would face a door made half wood and half glass.

Inner self: Do not stop, you baka. Keep going. Just keep going for god's sake.

But he stopped at the door and looked at his reflection in the glass. So beautiful. So perfect. He was the most gorgeous good looking man... No, the most stunning, ravishing creature in this whole world. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.

Inner self: Three seconds. Your self-admiration time has passed.

He slightly brushed his hair strand away and looked at himself one last time before proceeding to his boring routine to the equally boring classes. He kept his face neutral, calm, and collected while his ears kept searching for words of admiration echoed through the whole hall, as always.

"That is the idol of our school. Super beautiful and super smart. When I first saw her, I thought 'Man, I am glad I entered this high school!'"

His inner-self nodded eagerly in satisfaction while his face remained calm and collected. Yes, more. Give me more. Praise my godlike features even more. Uh, did they just say "her"?

"Yes, Inoue Orihime. Her face is that of an angel, and she is kindest and most gentle person I have ever met. Her grades are at the top of the school too; only second to Aizen Sousuke."

His inner-self raised his eyebrows while his face was still calm and collected. Who the hell was that Inue something hime who tried to steal his place as the number one school idol and the most graceful and intelligent creature of the whole school... No the whole world!

"Look, there she is."

Aizen turned his face and looked at the girl. Only one word. Ugly. Imperfect. Defective. Ill to look at. Her hair was in no way silky and smooth as his. Her breasts were way too big, two inches away from the perfect size that would fit well with her body. Her waist, on the other hand, was too small. Her hips needed to be at least three inches bigger to be considered perfect. And what was with her gray eyes? Eyes needed to be brown and dreamy like his. Any other color was repulsive. Did she just smile at him? Too naive, never smile at a stranger. And naive went along with stupid. Of course she was stupid. Big busted women were always stupid.

However, he still smiled back and walked closer to her.

"You are Aizen Sousuke, right?" She said in her excited voice which irked his ears and made irritation run through his whole body. She spun around to release her excitement. So stupid and childish the way she acted; how pathetic!

"I have heard so much about you, Aizen-san. You are one of the top students at school, president of the student council, leader of the math and chess groups, and you have joined various community programs to help the unfortunate and needy I just want to say thank for your help to the orphanages in our community. I..."

This stupid girl needed to stop talking or his head would explode out of frustration. He gently, of course no matter how much he detested the creature in front of him, he should keep courtesy and maintain his impeccable image; so he gently took her hand and slightly brushed his lips over it. Normally he would wash his month ten times after this to sweep all of the dirtiness and imperfection away, but strangely this time, her hand fitted perfectly in his hand, like it was made to be held by his...And as his lips brushed softly over it, he could whiff the faint scent of lavender...He sniffed again, so refreshing and pure. He could feel her softness under his lips; he could sense how the simple kiss sent several waves of pleasure over her body. He could see how her cheeks reddened and turned pink, or how she shyly pulled her hand away while her body still quivered lightly in excitement.

"The pleasure is mine, Inoue-san." Somehow he didn't want to part with her hand, and missed the feeling of its warmth in his the moment it got our of his control; and somehow he remembered her name right away and wanted to know more about her.

"I have heard a lot about you, Inoue-san."

A shade of pink decorated her beautiful, pale peach skin again. Hold on, did he just think her skin was beautiful? Impossible, only his skin was the most beautiful one had ever known existed, and since when did he not feel disgusted by her anymore?

"A-Aizen-san, thank you. I-I just transferred here one month ago, so I really didn't expect someone like you to know about me."

"On the contrary, Inoue-san." Taking her off guard, he took her hand again and put his lips to it. Kami, he might get addicted to her skin and her scent if this continued any further. When he released her hand, this time by his own reluctant will, he again missed the warmth and softness that it possessed. "I have heard a lot about you in the short time since you transferred, and it is an honor to have such an exceptional student like you in our school. I was always looking forward to know you the moment I heard about you several weeks ago."

He mentally smirked at his skillful lies as always. Of course he just heard about her several minutes ago, but he made it like he had heard about her long ago and desired to meet with her since then. And that dim-witted girl, like everyone around him, believed in every word he said and blushed again; this time the shade of pink stayed on her cheek longer, which made her look even cuter than before.

He mentally shook his head while still retaining his composed facade, with a friendly smile on his face of course. The smile was for her and her only. Stop! That was enough! This girl was potentially very dangerous. He had never found an opposite sex so attractive before. No, to be exact, he had never found anyone, men or women, humans or animals, living things or not, that attractive. Mentally, he longed to kick something hard. He was the only being in the world that was attractive in his own eyes, no one could replace his own beauty and perfection in his mind. He really wanted to leave this girl now and go to the bathroom to examine and study his own beauty again.

"Inoue-san, sorry for my rudeness, but I really need to catch my classes now. Very nice to meet you, Inoue-san."

"T-thank you, Aizen-san. Nice to meet you, too. See you in class."

Huh, "see you in class." As far as he remembered, he didn't have any classes with the girl. His level was so advanced that he was placed in classes with the seniors despite the fact that he was only half way in his freshman year. He planned to finish high school in one year and used the next two years to finish university. Even so, the classes were way too easy and boring; he might need to skip those and just go straight to university. Easier said than done. The stupid education system required a genius like him to spend at least one year in high school before he could transfer to the college system for some ridiculous reasons such as "the need to accustom with normal educational environment and adapting with normal people."

He mentally sighed while still kept his face calm and collected. Now, he got tired of keeping his face calm and collected. He wished to be like that girl, carefree and true to herself. He chuckled while remembering the way she spun around excitingly, and forgot to mask his face. Stupid. He pensively sighed again.

He opened the door and entered his math class. Holy shit! The girl was waving at him excitedly, sitting in what was supposed to be his seat. The left corner of the room, last row. That was a perfect seat to watch everyone, observing their actions and emotions, spotting their weaknesses, and also a perfect seat for plotting plans and executing them. If this girl was starting to mess with his life, taking away his only pleasure to mess with others' lives, she was going to get it. She would be on the first of his "Need to be eliminated immediately, no delay, no question" list.

He got closer to the girl and to his cannot be any perfect seat, and although his blood was boiling at a maximum heat, he still managed to smile at her gently and friendly.

"Inoue-san. What a surprise! So you really are in my class." He leaned closer to her, satisfying with the way her face burned with heat at the proximity. "You know Inoue-san, I have heard that if two people encounter each other three times on the first day they met by coincidence, then they are destined to be together. We have two times counted. I wonder if we'll have a third time."

"A-a third time... d-destiny... A-Aizen-san I..."

Her face was priceless, full of confusion, embarrassment and a little bit of excitement. He inwardly smirked. All of his anger was gone, now he only wanted to tease her more and get more of her reactions from his words.

"Just kidding, Inoue-san." He straightened and intentionally brushed his hand over her smooth cheek while faking it as an accident. He took a seat next to her, still gazing at her with amusement.

"Um, Aizen-san."

"What, Inoue-san?"

"I don't think we will have a third time and I don't think it will matter."

Aizen tried hard to hide his scowl behind his mask. What this girl was trying to get at?

"The truth is.." Orihime, playing her fingers, insisted to look at her lap, "The truth is...", now she turned to look straight into his eyes, "I have someone I really like, and I think I am destined to be with him and him only."

Inner self: What the hell? Sousuke, put her in the "Need to be destroyed immediately, no delay, no question list" NOW. No one has ever talked this way to us and got away. This girl began to get on my nerves. I wish I have something in my hands to smash and squeeze her like a...

Sousuke: Quiet. Don't get too emotional, she has to pay of course. No need to put her on the list. I want her to die slowly and painfully, but only after I figure who is her boyfriend and give him adequate punishment for having a girlfriend such as her.

Aizen smiled back, his smile was warm and kind,

"That is so good to hear, Inoue-san. I cannot wait to see your boyfriend. I am sure he is an exceptional person to have a girlfriend such as yourselves."

Orihime's face was now as red as a tomato, but she waved her hands shyly,

"Oh no, he is not my boyfriend.", she added with disappointment evident in her voice,

"He is just a dear friend of mine. We haven't..."

"I understand, Inoue-san. I hope you could tell him your feelings soon and you two could be together."

Orihime smiled back. Her smile was full of warmth and appreciation. It was as fresh as the morning dew, as beautiful as a blooming flower bulb, and as bright as the first ray of light.

"Thank you, Aizen-san."

Inner self: So beautiful, huh

Sousuke: I know.

Inner self suddenly aware of the situation: Hey, wake up, Sousuke. We should not be fooled by her beauty. And she is not beautiful at all. We are the most beautiful creature, remember?

Sousuke - still dreamy looking at her smile. He had never seen such pure and beautiful smile before.

Inner self: SOUSUKE.

Sousuke: you are right. She is very beautiful.

Inner-self pulled out an imaginary huge stick and hit him hard on his head: Sousuke, wake up. She is our next target to get revenge. She threatens our places in school and she has a boyfriend, which is unforgivable.

Sousuke frowned, remembering about her crush: But that man, whoever he is, isn't her boyfriend yet. We still have a chance.

Inner self: You are not seriously falling for her, are you? We have so much fun playing with others' lives. If we have a girlfriend now, we will not have time to : Number one, secretly provoke people to fight. Number two, punish students who dare not to look at us with idolization or not say good morning to us when we pass by; or teachers who dare to not compliment us when we say something utterly intelligent, which we always do; or just random stupid people that are in our way when we are not in a good mood; and of course thick heads that dare to offend us or make us upset in anyway. Number three, make two best friends become enemies and hate each other for the rest of their lives, to destroy other similar kinds of bonds that people have. And more importantly we cannot, number four, be fooling around with girls, making them fall for us completely, taking their virginity and then throwing them away. Sousuke, you need to think carefully. If we have a girlfriend, we will not have time for other fun in life.

Sousuke: But we never had a real girlfriend before, so we don't really know. Maybe it will be fun, maybe we still have time to do what we usually do.

Inner self: *sigh* How about just make her another of our victims, play with her a bit and then throw her away when we are done with her.

Sousuke: She is not like other girls. I don't feel like doing those things to her.

Inner self: What's with you today? One second you vow to take revenge on her and the next you want to start a relationship with her.

Sousuke: I don't know it myself. But just now when I saw her smile, all of my angers and hate toward her was gone. I just want to make her happy, to make her...smile like that again. Don't you feel the same?

Innerself: Huh, we will get a lot of troubles for this.

Sousuke: She is worth it, though.

Aizen smiled back with his most genuine smile, his body was full of excitement for the next plan that would help him escape his current unbearable boredom. Make Inoue Orihime his girlfriend, real girlfriend.

A/N: Writing a light fic really takes a lot out of me. If I get too exhausted doing it, I might stop it there and compensate Rootali with a oneshot lemon with the same setting but more dark and sinister.

So give me some motivations by tell me if you like this story and want it to continue. Especially you Rootali, do you like the way this story turns out?

And guess who is the third person in the triangle?/ who do you want to be the third person?, just out of curiosity.