GoodLuckMotherFuckers- Hello! I hope you enjoy my first OrihimexIchigo story, I do not own bleach, please read and review.

Orihime let out a long sign of relief as the hot water trickle down on her naked body form, washing away body fluids and sweat she obtained from her previous work session, having it quickly swirl down the drain as if it was never there to begin with.

She was mentally thankful for no matter where the production was shooting that day, where it would be some cheap hotel room, or a B rated actor loft in hopes to get some media coverage, there would always be a waiting shower for Orihime!

Slim long fingers trailed down her naked form on to her well toned shape hips, an elegant shape eye brow frowned in a response as she gently massaged her hips with her fingers tips in hopes to ease the soreness.

"Grimmjow, always so ruff"

As soon as the thought left Orihime mind it seem to trigger visual memories of Orihime on the job, moaning, painting, and grinding. Orihime suddenly feeling panic rushing through her veins, she took the opportunity to breathe in and out feeling the warmth of the water and the hot steam, comforting her; allowing the warmth slowly taking her away.

But what else did she expect in her life, as Tokyo top Porn star?

Ichigo Kurosaki let out a loud hissed as soon as he set foot outside of the family clinic, "Fuck me, its cold." Grumbling and scowling down the Tokyo side-walks, even though it was night, and very late at that, it was still brightly lit from various billboards, or nightclubs signs blazing brightly to those who swarm to them.

Wrapping his winter scarf tighter around his narrow thin frame in sad attempt to stay warm and hide his body from the cold winter night in Japan, all Ichigo wanted to do was go back to his student apartment and let his aching bones rest. Even though he had to take several bus routes to get back to said student apartment, it was worth it, for the simple reason, to get away from his crazy father. He honestly didn't know how he managed to live under that roof for 18 years without committing homicide of said father.

And still, even thought he had to share the cramp space with a tattoo freak and his free loading shrimp of girlfriend, it was well worth the freedom he got.

His famous scowl which was always on Ichigo face appeared again, at the mere thought of his father and his past insane moments, scurrying faster down the sidewalk in hopes to get to the bus stop sooner and faster.

"Damm this cold."

Ichigo signed, feeling the cold bitter air entering into his lungs only to breathe it out in clouds of smoke.

Seeing no sight of the bus, which only meant he had to wait.

"If I only had a car, fuck, you think a medical intern would get paid more".

Having a chance to think back to his earlier thoughts he couldn't help but think of his new found freedom.

He just didn't do that dam much with it to begin with. While his college friends lived it up, he just went through the days, and emotions. Sure he thought a girl or two on his campus to be pretty, despite his father theory of him being a closet gay.

And sure he might asked said pretty girls out, only to be rejected for different various of reasons.

"I have a boyfriend."

"_"

"I just think of you as a friend

"_"

Or his favorite, "I don't date guys in the Yukuza" He may look like a stereotypical thug, with his scowl and his odd bright orange hair color that stood out in a crowd, he was more then that.

So he just buried himself in his schoolwork and his medical internship.

He was most likely going to die a virgin anyway, which he accepted anyway. But what else did he expect in his life, as medical major college student?

GoodLuckMotherFuckers- Well there it is! I hope you liked it, it's the start of things, Ichigo and Orihime will meet next chapter. I'm also still desperately looking for a beta-reader T_T So send me a message or review, if interested! ^^ To later!