A/N: I bring a new ichihime fic to all! I very much like the idea of this one! Ichigo is after all, a very hot bad boy.

This is more or over a birthday gift to myself and Turtle-chan. We both share the same birthday which is tomorrow on the 27th of February!

I thought it would be good to give a gift out on my birthday to all the ichihime lovers out there. So I hope you enjoy it! And tell me what you think please!

Housing the Bad Boy

Chapter One

Outside of the Karakura high school stood the idol of the school. Her long auburn haired curled out reaching below the small of her back. Her bust stood out from her tight school uniform and her grey skirt brushed against her mid-thigh with her thigh-high socks reaching their destination showing only about an inch of skin on her slender legs.

The girl leaned against the school entrance gate. Her hands were behind her back as she rocked back and forth on the heel of her shoes. Her lower pink lip was out a bit more as she was in deep thought. Other students left the school to go home, while she stayed in her place.

She paid no mind to the boys who were fighting over who would be brave enough to snap a picture of her, or the girls pushing each other so one could start up a conversation with her in hope of becoming the idol's friends and gain more popularity.

In her head, Orihime never thought that she was popular. She thought of herself like she was everybody else in her school. Sure she scored top of her class for the girls and had the looks of a model, but she thought of herself as normal.

Thinking of herself in a higher position then everyone else would be very rude in her opinion. She was taught never to believe that she was better then others. Orihime was very happy that her brother taught her stuff like that when he was still alive. He told her looks were never going to be everything and that being smart did not mean you were better off in the world. She was an equal to every person around her and nothing was going to change that.

A small sigh escaped her pink lips. Her head was in the clouds which just made her look even cuter to all the passing students. Such a shame that this very girl had no crush at all, not a single one.

She was the school beauty, yet she liked no one. It was strange to think she was not taken. If you gave one glance at her, you'd think with her looks she would have someone in her grasp. But this auburn haired girl had no one; she just wasn't interested in any of the second year boys that were in her class.

"Orihime!"

The beauty looked back at the school building only to see her best friend, Tatsuki Arisawa, running up to her in her karate uniform. She clapped her hands together and gave her friend a smile from ear to ear.

"Hello, Tatsuki-chan~" she sang and did a twirl. The idol paused when she saw exactly what her friend was wearing. Her eyes got big. "Tat-Tatsuki-chan…. why are you wearing your Karate gear?"

Letting out a sigh, Tatsuki tried her best to give Orihime a small smile. "I have an emergency practice today, coach just told me after class…" she trialed off and felt a pang of guilt when she looked at her friend's big grey orbs that were filled with sadness. "Gomen…."

She waved her hands in front of her bust quickly, trying to dismiss Tatsuki's apology. "N-No, no! You don't have to apologize for this Tatsuki-chan! I can walk home alone!"

Tatsuki scratched the back of her neck. "You shouldn't walk home alone Orihime." She grasped her chin with her long fingers to think of a solution to this small problem. Tatsuki snapped her fingers when an idea popped up.

"I could go to the student council room and ask Souske to drive you home!"

"Eh?" Orihime stared at Tatsuki, surprised with her sudden solution. It would have been a great idea since he did have a car, but then he'd have to leave the meeting with the other council member. She would cause him to leave something important to not only the members, but the rest of the student body!

"Don't do that Tatsuki-chan," Orihime said, panicked. She threw one of her fists into the air. "I can walk myself home! I'll be just fine, promise!" In her heart she knew that Souske would leave the meeting and help her get home, but by the time he got back the other member would have gone home. She did live pretty far from the school, so Tatsuki saw it as her personal mission to get her home safely every single day. Of course Orihime thought that is was not necessary for her to do so though. Her friend had her own things to do, so she hated to waist her time with such a long task.

"I don't know…"

"Please Tatsuki-chan? I don't want to be a bother to Aizen-kun or you for that matter! I'll be just fine!" She put on her best puppy dog face. Orihime laced her fingers together and put then just below her chin so it showed she was begging.

Of course her best friend was no match for her shining grey orbs. So she immediately faltered by looking into the auburn haired girl's glance.

Damn those grey eyes…

"You promise you'll be fine," she glimpsed at her from the corner of her line of sight with a raised brow.

Orihime giggled. "I promise!" She smiled which warned Tatsuki's heart. The auburn haired girl turned around and faced the exit. "I'll see you Monday then?"

"Yea, see you Monday…." Tatsuki gave a wave and left her friend to return to practice. A strange feeling of regret filled her head.

Filled with joy, Orihime waved back, happy her friened trusted her enough to let her walk home alone. She was going to be fine. Nothing bad happened when she kept her promises.

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"Huh…" she looked outside the window of the pastries shop she had entered to get a snack just a few minutes ago. The sun had set causing it to be dark besides the street lamps and passing cars. Orihime pouted at her luck. She sighed and exited the shop, not knowing what else to do but go on and get home to do her homework.

And then her luck got even worse.

She had smelt the damp humid air before she had entered the shop, but that was when there was barely a cloud in the sky. A single drop of water fell and hit her between the eyes. She blinked; a bit confused that something wet hit her in the face. Then it down poured. She ran for cover under a bus stop that had a visor over it. Underneath it were already some very suspicious looking men, so Orihime walked on past it like nothing was wrong. The cold rain still pelted off of her milky skin but she paid no mind to it, she tried to focus on getting home instead.

About half way to her destination, she had the strange feeling she was being followed. She turned around and saw the same shady characters that she had seen a few minutes prior. Orihime walked on, making sure before she ran that they were in deed following her. When she turned the next block and heard them coming right after her, she started to sprint.

Times like this, she was very happy that she was athletic. Most thought she was just a pretty face, but she was a black belt and only just a little less experienced in karate then Tatsuki.

Rounding another corner, Orihime took just a second to glance behind her to see if they had the sprint to run after her in this weather. Before her grey eyes could get back to just where her feet were going, her body bumped into something hard.

She would have fallen if it weren't for an arm going around her slim waist and pushing her front flush against the brick wall like object. Her digits went over feeling the fabric of a shirt. Her fingers curled, grasping the shirt that was quite damp from the drizzle. Orihime glanced up from behind her auburn hair to look at the stranger who had saved her from falling.

She saw the angle of his jaw, which framed his face perfectly. Locks of orange hair covered his dark chocolate orbs slightly, but not so much so that she couldn't see them. One of his hands grasped her waist while the other was still at his side. He looked her over curiously. Under her touch she could feel his clothes were like a second skin from the rain like hers. Beads of water dripped from his bright hair.

A blush covered her cheeks as she made eye contact with him. He was very handsome for a man she had just met. She had met her fair share of very attractive men, but none of them compared to the one right in front of her.

Her body shivered when a breeze hit her already chilled skin. Her school jacket didn't seem to be doing any help for her considering it was made from cotton and was soaked to her skin. Orihime held his shirt in between her finger tighter.

A splash of water made her jump. His hand left her side making her feel a bit lonely. She ignored his gaze and turned to where she had run from. Four men in what appeared to be in some form of sweat suits approached her. Orihime stepped away from the mysterious man, not wanting him to get involved with what was about to happen.

One single man with greasy looking bleached blonde hair walked up. His face was twisted into a perverted grin that made Orihime shiver.

"Ah, where have you been?" He held a hand out to her as if he knew her. She had no memory of meeting any of them. Was it a trick? She was not about to walk off with strangers. Especially ones who looked like they wanted to eat her, and not in a cannibalistic way either. "We've been looking all over town for you."

The princess stepped back, not even wanting to catch the creepy man's gaze. With that step he got closer, a scowl covering over the grin from earlier. He paid no attention to the orange headed male standing right behind her. Orihime stepped back again and bumped into his chest. She let out a small squeak when he took hold of her wrist and pulled her back behind him, trying to hide her from their perverted eyes.

A different male clucked his tongue with distaste of what he was doing. The other three were growing dangerously close to her. She could feel her stomach turn. This was going to be bad, so very, very bad.

"I-I…." she couldn't think straight. Her mind was going in all kinds of directions from the situation she had put herself in from declining Tatsuki's offer of Aizen driving her home.

Still standing in from of her, the orange haired male scowled deeply. He didn't like the way these men were looking over the auburn haired girl's figure as if she were a piece of meat. It was utterly disgusting in his point of view. They acted like animals, wild, blood hungry animals. He most definitely did not like this one bit.

The bleached blonde launched himself first, with another coming right after. He took the correct stance and caused a blow to both of their sides. The last two came at him recklessly, so he flipped them over.

Then the street light revealed a gleam from the hand of their leader.

Before her could stop what he knew was now coming, he was hit from his upper back, forcing him to the ground. He watched with horror as the blonde took Orihime by the neck and put a shining pocket blade up to her smooth throat. Her grey orbs showed complete fear. The man's hand slid down to the curve of her hips, which led her to feel extremely uncomfortable with what might be happening.

She saw rage fill the handsome man's eyes. She wished they would at least let him go and just keep her without harming him. To her he seemed nice, so he should not be punished.

"Y-You can have me," Orihime stuttered out loud enough for the thugs to hear, "b-but please l-let him go!"

Her heart almost shattered when she heard one of them give a booming laugh.

"Let him go? Bitch, don't try and save the punk over there! It only makes you look weaker then you actually are!" He continued on by laughing and letting his friends join in on his fun. The knife came in contact with her jacket, slowly slashing off her buttons. She tried to push him away, but he jerked her back into place.

"No!" She cried out in the rain. Her voice was soft as she choked out a sob. Her body trembled uncontrollably. She felt the hungry eyes of the other men on her, even the man who was lying on the ground, helpless.

'I-I wish I could be stronger…' She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to meet the man who tried to save her gaze. Bile raised in her throat as she felt the man's hand trail up to grasp her mound roughly. The tears stung her eyes painfully. For the first time since her capture, she looked at the orange headed male.

He saw through his chocolate brown orbs what she was trying too hard to tell him just my giving him that glance.

'I'm so sorry!'

An older women who could be compared in looks to Orihime, flashed through his memory. Pure rage filled his body. With strength he did not have before, he through the man that was on him off. One of them punched him near his rib cage, but he ignored the pain. With clenched teeth he kicked both men away from himself. When both of them refused to get back up, he turned to face the blonde who was still touching the auburn haired beauty in an inappropriate manner.

"Let. Her. Go." His face was set in a deep scowl which was not going to be released any time soon. The second man standing gulped and charged towards him at full speed. With a quick snap of his wrist, the man was down. His last opponent still held the busty girl close to his frame. The knife went back up to her neck.

Orihime could feel the cold rigid edges of the blade against the skin of her neck. If he were to press it against her skin any more it would cut her. When the blade was no longer touching her skin and the hand on her breast left, she blinked, trying to figure out what had just happen. She moved from her spot and saw that the man that had been holding her was clutching at his med section in pain. Orihime's head swung about to see his men in the same position as he was. She was surprised to see that the orange headed male was fine and looked to be free of any kind of injury.

"Are you-"

"Hurt? No. I was just about to ask you the same thing…." She couldn't see it since it was drak, but the orange headed male was giving her a small smile that he rarely showed anyone, even his own family. He looked over her shivering form then decided he should help her out a bit. He took of his leather jacket and put it over her shoulders to keep warm.

"Eh?" She looked at him with her big grey orbs. "Oh, no! You don't have to give me your jacket! What if you catch a cold because of me?"

The small smile showed again on his thin lips. He ignored her plea. "No, you need it more then I do." Silence filled the air for a few seconds before he continued. "I'll walk you home if you show me the way…"

"B-But you have already done so much by saving me! I couldn't trouble you further by asking you to walk me home!"

He frowned at what she had just said. "You didn't ask though, I told you I would. Now show me the way."

He walked off, not bothering to hear her next reply. She sighed softly and went ahead if him to lead him to her home only a few streets away.