Okay people, I'm sorry I was gone for so long, but real life is more hassling than online life. Anyway, this is definitely gonna be a multi-chapter fanfic, so please don't say you look forward to more chapters, they're coming.

I don't own Bleach, Kubo Tite does.

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IchiHime's Escape from Vegas: Chapter 1

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Pain.

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More pain.

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An excruciating amount of pain.

Ichigo stirred in his unconscious state and began the horrid process of coming into consciousness. The pain only sped it up and made him wish he were back asleep; the throbbing, as if his head was being pounded on with a hammer, stayed in his head, but the rest of his body was starting to feel similar effects. His muscles were slow and sometimes unresponsive, his eyes were cloudy and hard to open, any source of light was unbearable to look at, and there was an awful taste in his mouth. He stayed in this state for a few minutes, his foggy mind trying to gather as much information as it could as it booted up for the day.

As he decided it would be best to get up he realized he was lying face down on a bed, his face buried in a pillow, a very soft pillow. His other senses seemed to turn on and he realized that the sheets and covers over him were quite soft, probably silk or linen. His right hand was hanging off the edge of said bed, while his left was stretched out directly to his left, meaning either the bed was a good size or he was about to fall off if he made a bad move.

As his senses finally reached his hands he realized he had a grip on something warm. As he moved his hand he came to the realization it was warm and soft. After wrapping his fingers around it and moving it a bit he also discovered it was somewhat squishy. Soft, warm, and squishy: something about that combo said he should be doing something, but his mind was too hazy to put the pieces together. Finally the last piece lit his mind as he heard a low moan from his left.

Ichigo's eyes snapped open, disregarding any pain from the light, and he looked to his left, praying to any god that what he was thinking wasn't true. There, on his left, was a bundle of long, auburn hair, and although her eyes were closed, Ichigo knew grey eyes were hidden behind eyelids and long lashes. Orihime was still sleeping peacefully, a small smile on her face, regardless of the fact that Ichigo's left hand was on one of her large 'assets'. And as if this situation wasn't bad enough, the epiphany that Ichigo was, himself, naked under the covers came into light.

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"

Said scream reverberated through the teenager's cores, snapping the auburn beauty awake, to the sudden realization that Ichigo had, and caused the orange headed strawberry to fall off the edge of the bed and into the floor.

"Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime cried out, worried for Ichigo and immediately forgetting her realization. She crawled over to the edge of the bed to look down on him, not understanding why he was turning a deep shade of red while he looked at her.

'Turn away, turn away, turn away, turn away, turn away, turn away, turn away, turn away!' Ichigo kept saying to himself, yet what his brain told him to do and what his body did were two totally different things. 'Damn it Ichgo, turn away!'

'Why is Kurosaki-kun turning bright red?' Orihime asked herself as she looked at Ichigo with a confused expression mixed with worry. 'Why is it so chilly in here?' Here eyes drifted down from his face. 'Why doesn't he have a shirt on?' And further down. 'Why doesn't he . . . have . . . any . . .'

Both teens turned completely red as their noses started to bleed. After another second of awkward silence Ichigo managed to get his body to obey him and ran off to the bathroom, a very luxurious bathroom. As Ichigo and Orihime tried to recompose themselves from the sudden shock they both began to notice just how roomy and expensive looking the room was. The bed was very large and, like Ichigo had thought, was adorned with silk sheets. There was a small kitchen area, although it was more like a mini-bar, with a majority of the alcohol missing. There was a Jacuzzi in the corner, in the middle was a set of couches and chairs, and strangely, off to the side, was a piano. And finally, it seemed an entire wall was taken up by a window revealing a fantastic view of the city below them, Las Vegas.

As Orihime snapped out of her daze from the sheer shock of her surrounding she too got a headache and the same symptoms Ichigo was now feeling again. As she grabbed her head she saw that both her and Ichigo's clothes were scattered about the room, like that had been removed and tossed aside on the way to the bed. Orihime turned an even brighter shade of red as she did the math in her head: naked, bed, teenagers, and alcohol. She pulled the silk sheet around herself and stepped out of the bed, quickly gathering up her clothes. After dressing she picked up Ichigo clothes as well, assuming there wasn't anything for him in the bathroom.

"Kurosaki-kun." She said while knocking on the door, the sound making her headache worse.

"Yeah Inoue." Ichigo's voice echoed out of the bathroom.

"Y-You don't have to open the door, but I have your clothes here."

The door opened slowly, but only just enough for Ichigo to stick out his hand. Orihime quickly deposited the clothes to him and watched as the hand disappeared into the bathroom. Coming back to her headache, Orihime headed over to the kitchen area and luckily found ice in a freezer. She wrapped the ice up in a towel and put the compress against her head. After a few minutes the cold of the ice began working on her headache, making it lessen in pain. Realizing that Ichigo must have the same horrible headache, Orihime made another bundle for him and started on some coffee.

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Ichigo stared at himself in the mirror, his normal scowl even worse from the pain of his headache. He was thankful to Orihime for gathering up his clothes, but he wondered where they were out there. And to make things worse, as much as he wanted to piece together what had happened the last night, his brain kept his thoughts on what had just happened. A small trickle of blood fell from his nose as he came back to the moment just before he had run into the bathroom.

Ichigo wasn't oblivious, he noticed girls, he just didn't show it. He knew Orihime had a body that most men would die just to be able to openly look at, and he had just been blessed with the sight a lot of men would die several times over just to see for a second. But then came in the complication that she was a friend, a dear friend that he treasured. And that's when the guilt set in. How could he just stare at her like that?

And as much as Ichigo would have liked to stay in that bathroom, he started to smell coffee. Despite what he wanted his base instincts for caffeine spurred him to leave the safety of the bathroom and wander to the kitchen area where Orihime was holding a bundle to her head and sipping on a cup of fresh coffee.

The second she noticed him she turned a bright shade of red again and looked at anywhere except for at him. Ichigo turned a lighter shade of red, although his scowl didn't disappear. He finally noticed a cup of coffee and another bundle on the counter. He walked over and picked up the towel, realizing it was full of ice, and put it on his head too.

"Thanks." He said as he began sipping his coffee.

As they stood quietly the memories from before that morning came back to them both. It was just a month ago that they had graduated from high school and they were now in that short period between the end of high school and the start of their college lives. It was rare but all their friends had gotten together to hand out and Keigo had proposed they all take a trip to Las Vegas. Everybody had gotten jobs and saved up a little bit, but what had been strange was Mizuiro had not only backed up Keigo's idea, he had even managed to get the money together for all of them to go stay for quite a while.

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"Even if Mizuiro's gonna pay for it all, why should we go to Las Vegas?" Ichigo asked in an annoyed voice, he should have known Keigo would come up with something like this.

He, Orihime, Uryu, Chad, Tatsuki, Keigo, Mizuiro, Rukia, Renji, Rangiku, Toshiro, and somehow Chizuru, were all sitting around one large table in a coffee shop. Despite Chizuru's constant attempts to molest Orihime things were relatively normal.

"Well they have great restaurants, great resorts, amusement parks, and plenty of fun things to do." Keigo said with a grin.

"I hesitate to wonder what those 'fun things to do' are."

"Oh come on Ichigo, lighten up." Mizuiro said, still playing around with his phone, "Once we get there we can separate, we won't have to be around Mr. Asano."

"Why are you backing him up Mizurio?" Tatsuki asked as she elbowed Chizuru in the face, keeping her away from Orihime.

"I just think it would be really fun." Mizuiro said innocently.

"I'm being very serious guys." Keigo interrupted looking at everyone, his usual goofy attitude dropped, "We're graduates now, and soon we'll be heading off for separate colleges. I just wanna spend some time having fun in a cool place with all of you so I'll be able to look back at these days fondly in case I never see any of you again."

Ichigo just looked at Keigo, the guy actually seemed serious for the first time since they had met. Apparently the idea of not seeing any of them again was really bringing the normally cheerful guy down.

"I support the idea." Chizuru said, "And to save on money I suggest Hime and I share a one bed room."

WHAM

Tatsuki elbow connected with Chizuru's face again.

"You're not sharing a room with Hime period." She said angrily, and then turned to look at everyone else.

"Well a trip overseas does sound interesting." Uryu pushed up his glasses.

Chad only nodded in agreement.

"I'm sure we'll all have a great time." Orihime said, putting on her usual smile.

One by one, everybody began voicing their agreement. Rukia, Renji, Toshiro, and Rangiku agreed out of curiosity. And Ichigo had to admit, the way Keigo put it, he wanted to go on the trip himself. This would be a great vacation before he started stressful college life.

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And so, two days ago they had all gathered together. Their luggage had been packed and they had all brought what money they could. Rukia had an amazing amount, no doubt borrowed from Byakuya, although Ichigo was stumped as to how she managed to convince him to give her that much for a vacation. Toshiro had protested but Rangiku pulled him along, making a deal that if he accompanied them all she'd do her paperwork for a while when they got back. Renji had tagged along for the fun of it, having a good amount of money himself.

Ichigo didn't know how but Mizuiro had gotten everyone good seats on the plane. And so 17 hours ago their plane had landed at the Las Vegas airport. After checking into their hotel rooms, the large scene Chizuru made for not being paired with Orihime didn't help anything, they had all decided to head out to a club for some fun. Once again confusing Ichigo, Mizuiro had managed to get them all some alcoholic drinks, and upon the prompting of everyone who decided it was a good idea, everyone started to drink the night away.

As Ichigo finished his cup of coffee, his headache now almost non-existent, he had only one thought.

'I'm going to kill Keigo.'

"K-K-Kurosaki-kun." Orihime said quietly, so quietly Ichigo almost didn't hear her, "Did we . . . um . . . you know . . ." she just let the unfinished question hang in the air.

Ichigo turned a bright red at the very thought of doing that with Orihime. He really wished he had finished his coffee to she could do something besides just stare at her with a blank expression.

"I . . . uh . . . I don't know." Ichigo muttered, setting his cup and now mostly melted bundle of ice down, "I can't even remember what we did last night after a couple of drinks into the club, do you?"

Orihime shook her head in response, following Ichigo and putting her items down. Her own headache was nearly gone as well. Part of her was incredibly embarrassed about everything that had happened and everything that might have happened the night before, but another part was a little giddy just thinking about it. Even though they were both drunk he could have gone off with any number of other girls, but he chose her, there had to be a reason behind that besides the obvious. A deep sigh from Ichigo drew her out of her thoughts and back to him.

"Well, we're not going to find any answers in here." Ichigo started heading to the door, "We need to go find everybody and see what they know." His stomach growled, not feeling the sickness of a hangover anymore, and Orihime's followed shortly after, "And I guess we could both use some breakfast."

Orihime nodded and quickly headed over to the door Ichigo had opened to let her out. As she made her way down the luxurious hallway to the elevator Ichigo noticed a small folded piece of paper on a small stand by the door, with his name written on the top. Orihime was already far down the hall as Ichigo picked up the note and opened it.

Ichigo Kurosaki,

Enjoy your time left. Enjoy these hours of your life here in this city. I promise that they'll be the last hours of your life. You took something precious from me, and I'll be taking your life in exchange.

Sincerely,

Your Grim Reaper

Ichigo felt a small shiver go down his spine as he pocketed the letter and headed out after Orihime. Just what the hell had he done last night?

End

Okay, short, I know. But the next chapters are going to be good, I promise. I'm pouring all of my creativity into this; I hope you'll all find it good and funny.