note. hello to every one! Such a pleasure to write this and I hope for you to enjoy it! the atiny is T+ cause it's higher then T but lower then M!

Pairing. IxO RxR UxY UxT MxS and others will be added soon!

Rating. T+ (may raise to M)

Disclaimer. nope, don't own Bleach, Kubo-sama does. I only draw fan pictures!

Chapter One

she's not a princess

Kurosaki Ichigo looked over the tropical view on the other side of the tinted window to the long black limo he was in. He wanted to open the window and feel the cool breeze on his skin but thought other wise by the fact they were in his old home town after a summer of traveling. He instead tapped his right index finger on the arm rest while waiting for the limousine to come to a stop.

Sitting next to him were his two sisters Karin and Yuzu. Yuzu was leaning a little on his shoulder having fallen asleep during the car ride from the airport. Her long blonde hair was being held in pig tail as a little bit of drool escaped her mouth and started to slowly fall down her right cheek. The other girl Karin sat down with her long black hair in a pony tail. She paid no attention to her younger sister or brother and instead tapped her foot to the beat of the music playing on the stereo.

Both girls also wore their middle school sailor suit uniforms. As for Ichigo, he was wearing his high school uniform which was made of dark navy blue formal pants, a jacket with the red school crescent to match and under it was a white button up shirt with a right breast pocket. The only thing he didn't wear was the red and black striped tie, which all the boys were suppose to wear.

The orange headed boy shifted a little in the leather seat to get more comfortable. His chocolate brown eyes gazed over to his father who sat on the other end of the leather black seats. He typed a way on his blackberry not giving a care in the world. He would steal glances with the auburn haired beauty who sat next to him, Ichigo's mother Masaki.

She would place her hand on Isshin's knee and give it a squeeze causing the man to grin. Ichigo gagged at the show of affection between his parents. He began to squirm in his seat again already beginning to feel a little uneasy.

He looked out of the tinted window from the strange scene of his parents to see the view. Outside the trees swayed with the fast movement of cars and students walked to the school grounds. His bored expression showed nothing as the limo stopped in front of the private school's entrance.

Karin began to softly shake Yuzu. She opened her eye lids to look about a bit dazed by the sudden wake up call. She lifted her hand to her eyes to try and rub the sleep out of them. Karin covered her mouth to try and stop a yawn.

The driver walked to the passenger door to open it for the three siblings. They filed out and began to walk to the main school building for the opening ceremony. Ichigo got out and began to head for the building but was lightly tugged back by the sleeve of his jacket. He looked glanced back to see his mother smiling softly up at him, her gray eyes were sparkling.

"Have a nice day Ichigo," she said sweetly. Her grip on his uniform jacket was released.

He kept the same furrowed brows but gave a small grin back to his caring mother. "I will," he said. "See you after the soccer game?"

She blinked and her smile grew wider. "Of course," she answered. "And don't forget we have something to show you so come straight home." Masaki leaned back into the car. The driver shut the door but she didn't stop looking.

Ichigo waved them off as the long black vehicle drove away. He sighed and stuffed his hands off into his pants pockets. He walked to the entrance doors. As he walked some of the middle school girls looked at him and found themselves with flushed cheeks. They couldn't look away from the handsome man in front of them. This year he was in the high school section of the private academy.

Every student knew who Kurosaki Ichigo was. He was the grandson of the founder of Kurosaki Company's. The family owned hotels, hospitals, stores, clothing lines, modeling companies and more! For one family they had a lot of power within politics and the government. They also had the noble name of Kurosaki which was of the same high class as the Kuchiki clan of nobles.

He ignored the glances of the lower graded students. Ichigo kept his pace and walked to his home room class on the second floor.

The stairs were a solid dark cherry wood. His left hand scaled the railing as he stepped up the steps. A sound was heard and he quickly put his arms in the block position as a sudden hit was forced against it. He planted his feet on the ground that no longer held steps of the second floors section. His shoes griped onto the wooden floor as the impact began to push him back a little. As the attacker fell back to the ground to strike again he curled his right hand into a fist and pushed it forward to place a blow in the person's side.

His fist was caught, Ichigo eyes widened with surprise.

"Nice moves Ichigo," Tatsuki said with a smirk. "But are they enough?"

"Hell yea they are," Ichigo countered back at her. He lifted his left hand to strike but a sudden pain hit the side of his head causing him to fly and hit the wall. "What the fuck…" he muttered as he got up and rubbed the painful blow at his head.

A short petite girl landed gracefully on the cherry wood floor. She clapped her hands together as if there were dust particles on her small digits. Her purple eye scanned over the damage on the strawberry. She smirked at the handy work of her and the other girl's team effort.

Rukia's smile grew wider when she heard him grunt in pain as he lifted himself up from the floor. "Ah, but not good enough Ichigo," she said and put her hands on her hips in triumph.

He glared at her. From time to time the two girls would team up and try to beat him up. At times he would get help from Chad, Uyru, or maybe Renji. So being all alone was a big disadvantage.

As he got up her patted the dirt marks from his navy blue pants. Tatsuki laughed at him in her girls uniform which contained knee high white socks, a mid thigh navy blue skirt, the same kind of jacket he wore with the white button up shirt underneath and finally the red bow tied at the collar.

Bother girls were the tomboy type although they were in rich families. So outside of school they were all fighting and baggy clothing.

When Ichigo was getting up the girls went ahead and started to go to the auditorium for the opening ceremony leaving the orange top behind. After a stream of curses he got up and ran after them.

When he sat down on one of the many dark red seats located in the auditorium, Ichigo was greeted with a hard smack to the back. He flinched at the sound that echoed throughout the big room. He turned around to see the two girls with Renji and Uryu.

"Hey!" Ichigo whisper yelled at the red head that had caused the now painful red mark on his back.

"Hey yourself," Renji said and sneered at him. He rested his feet on another chair that no one was occupying at the time. Renji wore his uniform the same way as Ichigo but the white button up was not buttoned at all, instead it revealed a red shirt that had the word 'pineapple' written in white on the front. He sat up and got closer to Ichigo's face causing the other male to lean back away from the closeness. "Why are you so late to get here? Rukia said that she and Tatsuki found your ass up on the second floor? Shit, even your sisters got here before you!"

"He's right Kurosaki," Uryu commented and pushed his glasses up farther with his index finger. "You shouldn't be late to the ceremony on the first day, I think we would all like it better if you hold your punkish actions till after school so none of us are brought into it."

Ichigo gritted his teeth under the gaze of the black haired man. He held his tongue not daring to start a fight on the first day back at school. Tatsuki laughed at this and scooted closer to Uryu. She reached for his hand rested on the arm rest but pulled back not knowing what he would think of her if she just grabbed it.

Renji put is arm around Rukia who glared at him for the action. He grinned down at her in return. She punched him in the side causing him to cough and hold the injured section of his body. She scooted away and got a little closer to Ichigo who wasn't paying any attention to her or the others. She pouted and glanced at the stage where the principle was getting ready to speak.

Her fingers tapped on the arm rest already getting bored from the speech after only about ten minutes into it (who wouldn't?). She would look over at Ichigo who sat right next to her every few seconds. Her big purple eyes would stare and then try to focus back on the stage. She gripped the red cotton chair and began to look at Ichigo then the stage back and forth very quickly.

For a few months now Rukia was feeling a different way for Ichigo. She couldn't decide if it was the need to punch him or…

…she was beginning to have a crush on him.

She made a face at the other choice. She'd known him for years but didn't want to think of him any other way then just a friend. Of course she had thought of every thing that could happen if they ever dated. She didn't want it to ruin their good friendship. Rukia shook her head and tried to think of another topic. A better one too.

With one last glance at the scowling berry head Rukia got up and left the auditorium hoping one of her friends wouldn't follow her to see what was wrong. She wouldn't tell a soul of her change in feelings for the stupid punk.

No one could know, not even Renji.

Her best friend.

Renji, Tatsuki and Uryu watched as the short girl left the room. Renji got up to follow her and see what was wrong but Tatsuki put a hand in front of him to stop his action. She instead got up to go and talk to her. Uryu stayed back and watch the exchange nodding his head when Renji looked at him in wonder. He didn't want things to be awkward if what he that was true and Rukia liked Ichigo. That would crush Renji's heart.

Ichigo paid no attention to his friend's exchange. He was caught up in his own little world of problems.

The day was coming when he was going to have to choose a bride….

Well, that is if his parents didn't already choose for him.

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In a limo a girl was trying to stretch out her sore muscles from the flight. She'd spread out her long legs hoping her personal driver wasn't looking at her through the tinted window separating them both. She yawned out loud and covered her mouth to try and hide it.

The girl began to stretch out her arm that were covered in a light mocha colored long sleeved dress. It hit mid thigh letting her creamy thighs show. On her feet were black knee high healed boots with a shiny buckle where the ankle was. Her long auburn hair was held up in a tight pony tail. Her long soft left ring finger held a big diamond ring.

Inoue Orihime was engaged to be married. When? Who to? She didn't know the answer to either question.

She was the next in line to inherit her father's money being the youngest of four children. She didn't care much about the money or fame her family got, the only thing that mattered to was her family and friends.

Although she was only the fourth child she was chosen because her older sister Rangiku had gotten married already and wanted nothing to do with the money. Also the eldest who was Sora had died when she was twelve. Her younger sister by one year, Neliel, had fallen for some blue haired rock singer and ran off with him.

She sighed at the irony, she put her hand on the tinted glass window wondering if a prince would come to her rescue. At age sixteen she would be married off to some son of a major company business man.

If only this were a fairy tale then she'd be saved by a handsome princes and go off to be married with him. She'd have children and live on a beautiful island off the coast of Japan.

But Orihime new that she wasn't a princess, this wasn't a fairy tale and it was too late for the prince to come down here with his white horse.

The driver stopped and got out of the limo's driver seat on the right side of the vehicle. His long ink black hair hit his shoulders and his emerald colored eyes shined with the sun light. His gray suit jacket held a right breast pocket. Under it was a black button up shirt. His gray pants to match held a chain on the right side and his belt had a black rose design.

He opened the door for the future wife of Kurosaki Companies son. Her gray eyes looked over the driver and she gave him a light smile.

"Thank you for the ride Ulquiorra-kun," she said to him while smiling.

Ulquiorra didn't smile back but gave a small nod. His white leather gloved hands pointed over to the mansion she was to enter and meet the Kurosaki family. "Anytime Orihime-sama," he said with no emotion. "Just walk to the front doors and ring the door bell to tell them that you have arrived."

She pouted at his use of 'sama' at the end of her name." I thought I told you not to call my name with the 'sama' any more?"

He breathed out a sigh he didn't know he was holding and answered to her. "Isn't it enough that I don't' call you 'Inoue-sama' any more?"

She glared at him cutely and began to walk up the stairs to the walkway to the Kurosaki estate. "I guess that's better then nothing but the next time I see you I want to work on that Ulquiorra-kun," she said and giggled.

He gave a very tiny smile that even she couldn't see. "Sure thing, Inoue-sama."

He went ahead and got back into the limo before she processed what he had said. She yelled a 'Hey!' as he drove off.

She pulled her pink lower lip out and pouted at the vanishing limousine. Her gray orbs glanced at the rest of the tiled stairs leading to the estate. She walked them in no time and pushed her index finger on the doorbell signaling her arrival to the maids and butlers inside.

A tanned yellow eyed woman with purple hair opened the door to great her. She wore a maid uniform and looked the younger girl over with her cat like eyes. Her thin tan lips turned into a cat's grin. She pulled Orihime in the house without saying anything.

"Your must be the new maid we've been waiting for this past week," she said while tugging the confused heiress along. "My names Yoruichi and I'm the head maid of this shit hole," she said and laughed at calling the beautiful estate a 'shit hole'.

"Um… what a moment plea-" Orihime was cut off when the older women pulled her faster into a dark room.

Yoruichi turned on the lights of the room and Orihime viewed what looked to be a changing room for the staff.

"Your pretty young for this job but you'll have to do."

Orihime's mouth opened to form a 'O' as she was pushed into the room and the door closed. She hadn't understood at first but now she knew that Yoruichi had mistaken her for a new maid. She paced back and forth in the big room in thought. She lifted her left hand under her chin in wonder. She could just open the door and tell the other women that this was all just one big mistake and she was really sent here to be introduced to the son of Kurosaki Isshin….

The ditsy girl slapped her fist down on her other laid out palm. She walked over to the door to have a talk with the dark skinned women.

"Ah~ there you are! Yoruichi-chan just told me you'd be here for the fitting for your uniform!" a new voice said excitedly. The owner of the voice was a hyper girl with green hair. She also wore a long to the calves' maid uniform as Yoruichi had worn. The frilly outfit was included with her white goggles that were on top of her lime green hair. She smiled brightly at Orihime and grabbed her hands and started to jump up and down.

"Lisa-chan~ The new comer is here! Get a maid uniform out!"

Another girl came out from behind a set of lockers. "Sheesh Mishiro, you don't have to scream it…" Lisa trailed off when she saw the auburn haired princess. A slip of drool slid out of her mouth as she looked at the luscious body Orihime had, her thin arms along with her long creamy legs. She quickly walked over and nodded in appreciation of the gift Yoruichi had just given her. "Mashiro, tell Chizuru to get the special maid uniform out from storage," Lisa told the green haired girl.

"The special?" Mashiro gasped and then fell into a fit of giggles. She ran over to the curtained covered area. She disappeared leaving Orihime a little uncomfortable at what the 'special' was.

Lisa watched Mashiro go off into the uniform storage room. She pushed up her black rimmed fake glasses and glanced over to Orihime. She smiled at the way the auburn haired girl nervously played with her hair. She would switch pressure on her feet and look about at the red staff locker room. The black haired girl sat on a bench and patted the spot right next to her.

"Sit down," she ordered. Orihime jumped up at the sudden booming voice from the girl and shuffled over to the seat.

Still messing with the ends of her hair, Orihime would look over to the other girl ever once in awhile feeling a little squeamish.

"Names Lisa," the black haired girl said to start up a conversation. "The hyper chick was Mashiro." Out of her pocket she grabbed a lighter and then took out a pack of cigarettes. It was then that Orihime noticed that she wasn't wearing a uniform but regular every day clothes. She lit the cigarette and took a puff then exhaled. "Got a name?"

"A-ah y-ye-yes," Orihime stuttered out." My names Inoue Orihime…"

"Well Orihime-chan, it seems you have the looks for your name…" Lisa said. "But you don't have the life."

"Huh?"

"What I mean to say is-"

"Lisa~ I got it! I got the uniform you asked for!"

Lisa quickly tuned around to face Mashiro, a glint was seen in her brown eyes. She smiled wide for the maid uniform that was held in the small hands of the green haired girl. She got up and picked it from her hands and twirled back over to Orihime.

"Oh Hime-chan~" she sang. "Look at this Lolita maid costume we have for you!"

That was when the thought popped up that Lisa might be bipolar.

Outside Yoruichi heard a small scream and laughed. Knowing Lisa she was going to dress Orihime up in one of her many Lolita outfits she had, probably the maid one first.

A man walked up to her and jumped at the scream. He glanced at the tanned women in wonder.

"Yoruichi-san," the blonde man started. "I don't think that girl was the new maid…"

She nodded. "I know that."

"Then may I ask why you let Lisa dress her up then?"

She sighed at his question and pouted at the head butler of the Kurosaki estate. "Ah~ Kisuke, you never let me have any fun!"

"Hey… I'm not trying to stop you. I was just asking…"

"Sure you were," she countered back at him. "Anyway, who is she?"

"She's…" Urahara gulped and continued. "She's the daughter of Inoue Barragan, the monarch of Spain…"

Yoruichi's eye's widened in surprise. "But she doesn't look one bit Spanish!"

"I know, but he had tons of mistresses…"

"Yea but wasn't she suppose to be engaged to that business man in Mexico named Aizen?"

Urahara frowned at what she said. "No, that was her older sister Inoue Rangiku till she married off with Aizen's right hand man!"

"And didn't she have another sister? She was the youngest of four wasn't she?"

"Yes but Inoue Neliel ran off with some Japanese rock star."

"So…" Yoruichi said sadly. "Her older sisters ran off to follow their dreams and left her all alone to suffer an arranged marriage."

"Seems that's the problem," Kisuke said acting a little melancholy. He tapped his foot on the gray carpeted floor. He crossed his black coat covered arms in thought. She was a depressed child that didn't like to show it. The girl hid it with a smile.

A flask of black opened the door and zoomed down the hall way. Both Yoruichi and Urahara glanced at the auburn and black figure that had escaped the clutches of Lisa.

"Wait Hime-chan! We weren't done adjusting the shoulder area!" Lisa yelled waving her hand in the air. She sighed and walked back into the locker room.

Mashiro came back out with a red headed girl with red rimmed glasses. Lisa walked back out with a phone in her hands.

"Yes… Uh huh…. Thanks," she shut it and turned the hallway that Orihime had ran through. She pushed up her glasses and a glint in her eye was seen. "That was Yachiru, she said she'd get Kenpachi to capture her."

"Um, Lisa-san… is that really necessary?" Yourichi asked.

"Who was that girl," asked the red headed maid. "I think I'm in love…"

"Shut up Chizuru," Lisa scoffed. "Nobody asked for your opinion."

"That wasn't an opinion, it was a fact," Chizuru said back.

"Whatever," Lisa said; she walked the other direction of where Orihime had gone in the estate.

As they conversed, Orihime had taken it to herself to run away from the strange people after being stripped of her dress and put into a short very revealing maid uniform.

They had put three inch high heeled Mary Jane's on her making it harder to run. She would trip every now and then. There was also no need to pick up the costume with it only being about an inch above mid thigh showing of her legs. She'd hold the back and front of it down to make sure she wouldn't flash anybody as she ran. Also the shoulder area kept on slipping down almost revealing her generous sized breasts. It didn't help that the chest area was already very low showing a big amount of cleavage.

As she came across an Oriental rug she tripped on it. She stayed in place to fill her lungs with much needed oxygen after the run. On her spot she saw no one near by so she stayed in the awkward position. For some odd reason she felt a cold breeze where her bum was too…

She didn't take notice to the fact she was in laying in front of the entrance doors either.

They opened and she let out a gasp.

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He passed the ball to the left, the opposing player went the same way. Ichigo quickly shot the ball under him and caught it on the other side. He ran with the soccer ball all the way to the goal. His cleats came to a stop dragging some of the field's dirt along with it.

He'd have to clean them after the game.

He shot the ball over to Renji who dribbled it for awhile, he stepped away from the enemy players and shot it back at Ichigo. He dribbled it over farther to shoot a goal in the net. He got ready to aim but was forced to turn the ball around when at least half of the other team was in front of him ready to steal it at any moment when he made a wrong move.

With quick thinking Ichigo passed it over to Uryu who was unguarded at that very moment. He ran full speed and hit the checkered ball into the goalies net.

Score.

Another win for their team.

Ichigo wiped the sweat from his four head and found him self grinning at their victory. Sure they had won a lot of games but it still had him grinning every time they did win.

"Yo, Kurosaki," the coach yelled. The bald headed man was red in the face with anger. "You didn't go by the fucking book again!" he yelled

Ichigo gave him a bored expression and held in a yawn. "So, if I'd done it by the game plan we would have lost," he said sounding uninterested in the conversation.

Ikkaku had a vain pop out of his bald head in anger. "They didn't even score any points!" He screamed.

"Well," Ichigo said and started to glare darkly at the head coach. "That's just too fucking bad…"

He walked away leaving Ikkaku fuming with rage.

Renji and Ichigo did a high five while Tatsuki tried to converse with Uryu. Rukia looked over the field bored and went over to the two punkish men.

"I guess congratulation is in order," she asked them with a raised eyebrow.

Renji's beady eyes looked over her petite form and he broke out into a grin. "I say we celebrate!"

Uryu pushed up his glasses and placed a hand on his hip. "I second that thought, but where will we go?"

Tatsuki tapped her chin in thought then a great idea popped into her head. "How 'bout we go to this café my friend told me about," she exclaimed. "She said that the waitresses sing on a stage!"

"That's sounds fun," Rukia commented and pumped her fists in the air. "Let's go!"

"Yea!" Renji yelled joining in.

"I can't come," Ichigo said.

An awkward silence was made at the last comment from the carrot top.

Rukia pouted and tried to hide it from prying eyes. "Why?"

"Yea you bastard," Renji added. "Why can't you come?"

"I told my mom I'd be home after the game," he said. "I bet the driver is waiting at the front gate…" he looked at the disappointed glances of his friends. "Maybe next time," he quickly added before they could start to throw punches his way.

With grunts of 'ok' the group walked over to the front gates to see him off. As Ichigo had said there was a limo waiting for him. He said his good byes and got into the vehicle. While inside he rolled down the tinted window. He waved goodbye.

The car left and he could have sworn he say Tatsuki mutter an 'ass hole…'

Ichigo took no chance to start a conversation with his driver and rode the way back home in silence.

Descending the stairway, Ichigo got his key out to unlock the door. The door creaked open and he stepped in the main entrance of the estate.

He heard a gasp.

"Um… hello?" he called out. He glanced around the room and then to the area where the Oriental rug was but he saw a girl.

But not just any girl, this girl looked like a goddess.

He gulped as she got up to her hand and knees holding her body up. Her long auburn hair swung to the right side letting Ichigo get a full view of her left. Her frilly short skirt hung on her lower back so he could see her full bottom and the white lacy panties that hugged the curves of her bum and hips. He looked more to the left and saw her generous chest which looked like it might pop out of the erotic uniform at any given time. When his gaze on her chest lowered he saw the pink spots of her nipples that were close to being fully revealed.

He watched as the sleeves fell down her shoulders farther to reveal more cleavage. He couldn't look away.

Orihime looked down to where the orange headed man was also looking. She quickly got up and covered her chest and pulled down the short skirt. Her face was flushed as she ran.

Ichigo watched as she ran and saw that when she would sway her hips that her panties would show.

His face was beat red. He'd never seen a woman in that kind of position and it made him want to see her again. Ichigo mentally slapped himself, he shouldn't be having perverted thoughts like his father!

But what was left in his mind now was if that she was one of the maids that worked in the estate.

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The auburn haired beauty felt hot embarrassed tears fall down her already flushed face. She ran with all her might till she hit a room and locked the door behind her. She huffed for air and slowly slid down the white door. She tried to wipe the tears that stung her gray eyes.

A knock on the door was heard and she fell silent. The tears still fell as she covered her sobs with her hands.

"Um… can I come in?" Yoruichi asked. She felt bad for putting the girl in that outfit.

"Oh," Orihime whispered. She thought that the scowling man had followed her to see more. She scooted away from the door and tried to calm her self down so as not to worry the older woman. "Yes, you can come in."

Yoruichi turned the knob and came in to the dark room. She looked for the younger girl and found her sitting down on the floor. "Um, please don't tell me you're not into this emo scenery…"

"Huh?"

"Uh… never mind," she said and shook her head making her purple hair which was up in a pony tail swish around. "So, what are you doing in this room?"

"I-I got lost…"

"Oh…" she said. Great Yoruichi, you just made the situation even more awkward then it already was, she mentally thought. "How 'bout I take you to your real room and we change you up into some normal clothes, eh?"

"Ok," Orihime said and got up. She tried to smile but couldn't find a way to do it right. Yoruichi kind of reminded her of Rangiku-nii.

They walked down the hall for awhile in complete silence both not knowing what to say to one another.

Orihime began to nervously fidget with her fingers. "S-so how did you find me?"

Yoruichi grinned at the question. "We have security camera's every where you look." She winked causing the other girl to giggle.

It was a start at least, the tanned women thought.

She knew that this girl needed at least some one to lean on.

And if it had to be her, then so be it.

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"Oh, your home Ichigo," Masaki said surprised. She folded her hands down on her lap. Her gray eyes scanned over the flustered expression her son had.

"Yea…" he trailed off thinking back to when he had entered his house. A fresh blush crept up on his tanned cheeks. He shook his head trying to make it go away.

Masaki looked at her son a little confused. She'd never seen him act flustered before. It was kind of funny. She smiled at him lightly. "Well why don't you go get dressed and we can have dinner, we can show you the surprise before we eat."

He nodded his head and descended the long stair case to his room.

She gave out a sigh when he left. She had wanted him to meet her right when she got home but it seemed that the auburn haired beauty wasn't ready and Ichigo smelled offal after his soccer match.

"Masaki-sama," Yoruichi said. She walked into the room looking at the mother in deep thought. "Orihime-chan is ready."

"Oh that's wonderful!" Masaki exclaimed and clapped her hands together. She showed her bright white teeth in a big smile. "Bring her down, Ichigo will be ready in just a few minutes."

"Yes ma'am," Yoruichi said and headed back to the room for the princess

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After a hot shower Ichigo went out of his room clad in a formal black button up shirt and gray jeans, his orange hair messy and still a little wet after his shower. He grabbed the railing of the stairs and speed walked down them. His red sneaker's hit the tiled floor of their main living room. He walked past the room fast and entered the dining room.

Isshin smiled at his wife with a wine glass in his hand. Masaki also held the red liquid in her own glass cup only hoping that her husband didn't drop his to stain the cream colored table cloth.

Karin sat down in her seat with a bored expression. She had a scowl on her face and her arms were crossed against her chest. She was mad because her mother forced her to wear a dress that crazy Lisa had made.

Yuzu sat still with her hands in her lap like a good girl. She gave a smile to her older brother and continued chatting with her moody sister.

"Take a seat son!" Isshin said pointing to the usual chair Ichigo sat in during dinner time.

Masaki put a hand on her husbands arm trying to calm the hyper man down. Ichigo walked over to his seat and sat.

"So what's this surprise you guys were telling us about?" Karin said still bored.

"Oh, yes," Masaki said and brought out her bell to signal the butlers and maids. She rang it and then sat it back down on the dark wood of the table.

Yourichi entered the room and after her Urahara. At least a couple more filed in and entered the room quietly.

"We present to you Miss Inoue Orihime," Yoruichi announced. She bowed and the rest followed her example.

Ichigo saw the beautiful girl enter the room. Her long auburn hair was down and swayed with her movement, her crimson collared shirt hugged the curves of her breasts and her black skirt showed the roundness of her firm bottom. Her long legs were smooth; on her feet were black heels. She wore blue hair pins in her hair that held her long bangs back, they shined with the light.

She bowed also.

"Thank you for having me here Masaki-sama," she said sweetly to his mother.

By her position, Ichigo held in a gasp of realization. S-She's the maid I saw earlier, he thought.

Orihime looked back up and her gray orbs caught the gaze of the handsome orange haired man. She blushed at the memory of him looking at her in want just an hour before.

He's the pervert I saw earlier!

"As Yoruichi-san said just a moment before," Masaki said directing her gaze to her only son. "This is Inoue Orihime and she will be staying with us till she graduates high school with you Ichigo and..."

And? What else is there to it? Ichigo thought has he gripped the cloth on the table.

"… she is the fiancé of Aizen Souske."

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to be continued

chapter two: don't say princess

note. please call me Turtle-chan cause thats who i am! hehehe...

I was forced to make another account when my email address for it wouldn't work and it would not let me log into it. Until i can get on there wont be any update for my story's on there so sorry! DX

My original account was Turtle-chan666 so ya... please forgive me!

Please review! faster updates with tons of review! Push the button bellow this please! Oh, and please tell me if there are any mistakes in the story!

Flames are welcome so i can laugh at them if there about how this story isn't Ichiruki! XD

~Turtle-chan out~ 12-19-10