Prologue.
It all started at the end of the first school year, when she had to move in a new apartment for her own privacy and safety. Paparazzi loves her, man lusts her, women envies yet adores her and kids fantasy her. Hundreds or millions girls would killed for her job and a million girls would die for. Summer holiday has just begun, however hers are slightly different to the others it is not filled with excitement and relaxation.
The Shinigami fashion magazine is created by The Soul Society, one of the biggest modeling agency for girls only. It is also guarantee that who works for them will have a bright and successful future waiting ahead for them. Yes, because of this all the teenager girls craved for it badly. And now Inoue Orihime is a classic example of success.
Chapter 1.
She gazed around her surrounding with satisfaction and a bright smile on her face.
Her new house is now well organized, not a spot of dirt is being found as she walked to the sofa. Humming cheerfully of getting over the worst part of unpacking and enjoying the moment of relief. The orange haired beauty stretched her arms out and watched the last sunlight disappeared from the sky.
She yawned.
Her body has become more tried and heavier with every second passing. Her eyelids also seem to weight a ton. Orihime closed her eyes. Next her conscious starts to slip away, slowly and slowly the young teen drift into slumber. However her phone began to ring unstoppable and with a slight groan of annoyance. She reached her hand lazily to her i-phone. Without bothered to look who the dealer was she answered it.
"Hello." Orihime spoke softly.
"Hime-chan. Hows the unpacking doing? Is everything going well?" The other line chipped.
"Ah." She recognized the familiar voice. "Everything is fine, Rangiku."
"That's good to be hear. Anyways I have an enthusiastic new for you!"
"What new?" Orihime left the sofa, heading to the kitchen.
"I just had a sudden announced meeting about the next month cover girl." Rangiku continued, trying to keep her volume down to sound calm. "Lately, the readers are requesting for you to appear on the cover page. So Yamamoto was concerned about this matter since the wish of sound has became bigger and louder everyday." Rangiku is getting more excited to tell the girl everything as detaii as possible. "Letters, comments and even phone calling are crashing in the company."
Orihime listened to her agent carefully, not missing a single word.
"Due to the fact of this request has become a madness wish. Yamamoto has decided to have you as this month's cover girl!"
Before Orihime could response to this sudden news, Rangiku exclaimed with joy.
"Congratulation Miss July! I will pick you up in ten minutes and you're going to rock the photo-shoot."
Then the line went completely silence.
For a moment Orihime had no idea what Rangiku was talking about, as if her brain has stopped working. A minute has passed and just like a computer being re-started. Orihime blinked, looking around and finally grabbed her louis vuitton shoulder bag dashing out to the entrance.
Orihime was over washed by anxiety and excitement. She opened the door and as she turned, the model bumped into someones chest hard and strong.
"Ouch. Watch where you are walking." Orihime whinnied.
"Damn it. What the hell are you rushing for?" The masculine voice spoke impatiently.
"You should watch where you are walki..." She didn't finish her sentence when she found herself lost in his eyes.
His eyes were cobalt blue yet there was something sharp and intense in it. He is tall, at least a 20 cm or more height difference between them. Noticing his muscular and handsome, but it was his odd hair color that attracted her stares. This guy has a light crystal blue spiky hair, in a sexy and wild manner. He wore a black shirt that was not tucked in, his collar upturned, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Also the first, two buttons were unbuttoned revealing his necklace and chest...
"Hey!" His irritated voice snapped her out of her thought.
"Oh. I.. I." Orihime was lost in words.
"What are you blabbing about?
"I-I ano."
"Spit it out."
"Umm. I.-"
"Orihime!" A voice interrupted.
They both turned around to where the voice came from.
"Hurry up! We don't have any time left. We have to go now." Rangiku yelled loudly.
"Oh my god. I'm coming." Orihime responded back, walking past the man not giving another glance.
"Come on, we need to leave now."
Orihime nodded.
"Hey onna." She heard his frustrated voice from behind.
"I'm sorry." Orihime turned. "I'm have to go now. I'm sorry for bumping into you as well."
Orihime didn't waste a second at the hallway when she finished apologizing.
And the man being left along at the corridor, had a smirk on his face until Orihime was out of his sight.
"That will be the last one."
The photos shoot went absolutely well and ended pretty fast. Orihime enjoyed every second and minute she had spent with her photographer. He sure knows which is her best angle and how to make her smile from the bottom of her heart. Urahara Kisuke is always one of her most favorable photographer to work with. Now the blond photography puts down his camera, looking straight at her with such a warm, caring look.
"You really do love modeling, don't you Orihime?" Urahara asked.
"Hai. I really love modeling."
"How much?" He questioned.
"Uhm. its like the purpose of my life. No, its what I life for."
A light chuck was heard. "I knew it."
"Urahara-san?" Orihime gave him a confused look.
"Sometimes you reminded me a certain person." The photographer lowered his head.
"Me?"
"You reminded me so much of Yourichi."
"I'm..I'm nothing to compare with Yoruichi-san." Orihime spoke nervously, just by thinking of someone whose a super model over the world was compared with her.
"Those passion in your eyes were just like hers." He said calmly, with a hint of sadness in his voice.
"I'm really nothing alike from her. Not even a bit..."
"You should have faith in yourself."
"But I don't have the confident within myself."
"You should because that will be your key of success."
"But I-"
Their conversation were interjected by the sudden loud footstep sounds at outside.
At first Orihime thought it was Rangiku as she said her goodbye to Urahara and headed out the studio. However there was no one to be seen. She could feel her eyebrows raise at this. Then she heard a groan at the end of the corridor and her eyes caught the last bit of shadow. She was about to go after it when she sudden screamed by someone hugging her tightly from 's eyes drifted back as Rangiku appeared at her back with a cheerful smile.
"You did a great job today."
"Umm. Thank you." Orihime replied uneasy.
"What's wrong?" Rangiku sensed the discomfort from her voice.
"Have you saw anyone at the corridor before you came?"
Rangiku looked at the same direction as Orihime was starring at.
"No. Why is that?"
Orihime shook her head. "Maybe it's the little blue man again."
Nevertheless, the faint cologne down the corridor was far too familiar to Orihime. How is it possible for him to be here? Why would he be here? He won't be that protective, will he? She laughed at how foolish her first thought was telling her. Although Ichigo dislike the fact that she has moved away and live by herself. They have still been in touch nearly everyday before Orihime went to sleep. Even if it wasn't him, she still hoped it could've be him.
Looking back at the empty corridor. Orihime hesitated a bit before leaving.
It was mid night when she arrived home.
Orihime was tired and weary, not wanting to move anymore. All she wanted was to take a hot bath and sank in it. The click of heels walking caught her attention and she took off her shoes in the middle of the hallway. She held her shoes in her hand while her other hand was looking for her key card. Within second the sound of elevator door being opened was heard. Someone has arrived home as late of her. The footsteps sound was closer and louder suddenly nothing was heard.
She twirled around curiosity and froze. It was him!
The blue haired guy saw her astonishment and grinned. He started to move closer to her which made her heart race. Orihime thought he would be arguing about their previous accident but he didn't say a word to her as if she doesn't exist. Orihime looked at him in confused, realizing he stood in front a door right next to hers. She started to panic. Does that mean? No it can't be... it won't be.
"What the fuck are you staring at woman?" He demanded, taking out an exactly same key card. "Is this how you treat you neighbour."
"Neigh-Neighbour?"
"Remember my name woman. It's Grimmjow Jeagerjaques." He stood looking at her.
"Arrogant bastard." Orihime said under her breathe.
All of a sudden, his hand slammed her door with a loud bang.
"What do you think you're doin-"
"Little impatient aren't you?" Grimmjow smirked devilish.
"Wh..what do you want?"
He leaned forward and whispered. "Your name."
Suddenly Orihime pushed Grimmjow away. Her hand covered her left ear and panted.
"Bastard! Who do you think you are, using your filthy teeth to bite my ear."
Grimmjow simply licked his lips and laughed.
"Nice to meet you, Neighbor.
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