Okay I am pretty new to this so here it goes.

This story is about sex. No questions about that, so if anyone doesn't want to read it, that's cool, but this is not kid tested mom approved. Haha!

Anyhoo more on the plot line. Here we find Orihime and the whole crew one year after Hueco Mundo. Everyone is coupled up aside from Orihime and she is severely depressed on account of her loneliness and Ichigo's indifference. Then she meets a mysterious yet familiar man that promises to make her the desire of every man and woman if she is willing to spend one night giving in to his unyielding desires.

When I conceived this story, I had the idea in my head that it would be interesting to see Orihime as a seductive woman that has lost all emotions and is motivated only by her most basic carnal desires

And now a warning!

If you do not want see what I think is Orihime's dark sensual side, I get that, but if you choose to read this please don't rag on me….

I know she (among other characters) will seem out of character, but I wanted to see her in a different light.

Thanks for reading this and please tell me what you think! I got a couple of reviews that really made me smile! Thank you so much!

-Zer0

Ps- this story will get smuttier… you have been warned! LoL!

The bathroom door slammed shut, echoing off the white tiled walls. Orihime ran over to the ledge by the window in the ladies room as tears streamed down her pretty face. She had been sitting in her history class trying to keep her mind off Ichigo, when he walked into the room. She had felt his presence coming from down the hallway, but as he stepped into the classroom and flopped down in the seat across from her, she noted a smell that had become all too familiar.

He smelled like sex. He had been with Rangiku, no doubt. Orihime and Rangiku used to be friends, good friends as a matter of fact. When they went shopping people often thought that they were sisters. The idea bothered Orihime more than she was willing to admit. It didn't seem right. Why would Ichigo choose Rangiku when she was sitting right there waiting for him?

It was for that reason alone that Orihime jumped out of her seat and sprinted to the bathroom. She would never let her friends see her cry. Friends, Orihime mulled over that word. It had seemed like too many things had happened for her to still think of her rag tag group of classmates as friends. but still, she cared about all of them.

Orihime understood why everything was happening that way that it was. One year ago in Hueco Mundo they saw way more death and destruction than they ever wanted to. It was hard for all of them to adjust to life back in Karakura town. So it made sense that they all needed some kind of reassurance, closeness. Chad found his with Chizuru, Uryuu with Tatsuki and not surprisingly, Rukia and Renji finally owned up to their feelings for each other. But Orihime was still alone.

She had expected something to happen between her and Ichigo. Their kiss had ignited something in her that she knew was always there. But she had always been too shy to tell him how she really felt and she was afraid that he would reject her and their friendship would end. But the way he kissed her, as if she meant something to him, made her believe that something more could happen between them. But once they returned home, the only thing Ichigo cared about was burying his manhood as deep as possible into any woman that sat still for more than thirty seconds. Everyone knew, but no one would say a word. Partially because they all understood why he was behaving in such a coarse manner, but also because his attitude had only worsened over the last year.

He was angry all the time. He only smiled after a good fight with a hollow, when his body was battered and bruised, when blood seeped from wounds that he refused to let Orihime heal. It was as if the pain and the sex validated his existence and he craved constant validation.

Orihime squeezed her eyes shut and wiped her tears away as the bathroom door creaked open.

"Hime?"

Orihime forced her eyes open at the sound of a familiar voice. Tatsuki stood with her arms crossed over her chest. Her pretty, spiky haired friend wore a look of concern as her mouth tilted downwards into a frown.

"What's wrong?" Tatsuki asked.

"Nothing…I…umm..don't feel too good," Orihime murmured. Tatsuki looked deep into her eyes as if she were trying to pick the truth right out of Orihime's brain.

"Class ended a few minutes ago. We're waiting for you outside. Uryuu grabbed your books and lunch. You should eat something," Tatsuki said gently.

"I'm not really hungry."

"But you're losing too much weight and you look like you haven't slept in weeks." Tatsuki was right. Orihime had always been thin but still curvy, but over the last few weeks she had lost her appetite and it was starting to show in her face.

"Alright, just let me get cleaned up." Orihime leapt off the small ledge and walked over to the sink. She splashed cold water on her face then used a few paper towels to wipe the water away. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror and tried to force a smile. It hurt the corners of her mouth just a bit, but she had to make sure that none of her other friends realized just how depressed she was.

Tatsuki put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"I know you are trying to put on a happy face, but I don't think anyone is buying it. You know you can always talk to us right?"

"I know Suki. Just give me some time."

The two girls left the bathroom and walked towards the exit.

They met the rest of their friends outside for lunch under a big shady Sakura tree. Orihime plunked down on the grass between Rukia and Uryuu and reached for her bento box.

"I got a good copy of the notes Hime," Uryuu started. "I can make a copy for you sometime next week."

Orihime smiled at him as he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.

"Thanks, you're such a good friend." Orihime replied in the cheeriest voice she could muster.

"Anytime," Uryuu replied.

"Do you think you could make a copy for me too? I just can't seem to stay awake in that damn class," Renji said.

"You could try a little harder," Rukia chimed in.

"Well if you weren't keeping me up all night-"

"Ugh please stop some of us are still virgins, right Hime?" Tatsuki said. Orihime smiled at her friend then proceeded to cover her rice in red bean paste. Orihime at a little then put the lid back on her bento box. No matter how hard she tried, food just did not taste as good as it used to. And that was bad, her love of all things culinary was legendary.

Orihime glanced up at Ichigo. As usual, he was on his cell phone , setting up another booty call. He tried to keep his voice at a low whisper, but she heard what he was saying and the things that he described brought a deep blush to Orihime's cheeks.

"Oh my Orihime looks so pretty when she blushes!" Chizuru squeaked. Orihime looked up at Chizuru and had to smile when she saw Chad's strong hand clamp down on her wrist. Orihime could never understand what Chizuru's obsession with her was, but she was glad that the touchy-feely red head was dating Chad. He did a good job of keeping her in line.

"Why are you blushing?" Ichigo asked as he snapped his phone shut and slipped it in the back pocket of his pants.

"Oh! Umm..Nothing…nothing. Err… no reason," Orihime stuttered. Ichigo grunted , but said nothing more. Orihime sighed and glanced down at her lunch. She removed the lid, picked up her chopsticks and readied herself to take another bite.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. Orihime shuffled from one class to the next and copied her notes off the board without even thinking about what she was writing. At the end of the day, she gathered up all of her books and followed her friends as they took their customary walk home. She made it back to her apartment, kicked off her shoes and flopped down on the couch. She lay there with her arm thrown over her eyes, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to inundate her gray eyes. Orihime allowed one choked sob to escape her lips before falling asleep.

"What's wrong with my little strawberry?" Rangiku cooed in Ichigo's ear before clambering onto the bed and positioning herself behind him.

"Nothing. Stop asking me that," he muttered. She laughed sensuously as her hand snaked around to the front of his body and reached into his sweatpants.

"You seen distracted," she murmured as she stroked her hand up and down his shaft. Her tongue flickered out and traced a warm, wet trail from his collarbone up to his ear. Her breath was hot on the side of his face and he began to feel a stirring in his pants. He leaned into her soft breasts and let out a long sigh.

"There is a girl that I keep thinking about," he admitted. Rangiku laughed lightly then squeezed his cock hard.

"You shouldn't be thinking of anyone else right now," she whispered. Ichigo closed his eyes and bit down hard on his lower lip as Rangiku continued to fondle him and lay warm kisses on his throat.

"Don't act like that upsets you. You don't care what I do when you're not around."

Rangiku bit down hard on his shoulder then took her hand out of his pants.

"I don't like where this conversation is going," she said suddenly.

"Are you jealous?" he asked dubiously.

"No of course not. I just think it's disrespectful for you to talk about your other woman in front of me."

"Fine I see your point. That was one of the rules." Ichigo's relationship with Rangiku was simple enough. They screwed around whenever the other one was in the mood, but still maintained their friendship. Neither one was allowed to fall in love with the other or discuss their relationships with anyone else. Ichigo shook his head and climbed off the bed. He looked down at Rangiku and smiled. She wore nothing but a pair of black boy-shorts and a tight fitted tank top. A strand of red hair fell over her eye and she smiled up at him expectantly. He grabbed one of her ankles and yanked her towards him then leaned forward and kissed her lips roughly. Rangiku wrapped one leg around his waist as smile as she pulled away a little, ending the kiss.

"I guess you're not distracted anymore."

Orihime's eyes snapped open. She cast her eyes about the dimly lit apartment and gasped when she saw the time. She had slept until midnight and had not done any of her homework. She jumped up and switched on the light. She found her backpack and started to pull her books out when she remembered that it was Friday. Orihime laughed to herself then sat back down on the couch and reached for the remote.

She flipped through the channels, unimpressed with her viewing choices. She stood and went to the small stack of DVD's beside the television. She chose a romance and popped it into the DVD player. The movie opened with a lurid love scene that Orihime had watched on countless other occasions.

She enjoyed the passionate lovemaking in the movie and had always wanted that for herself. She had hoped to find that with Ichigo, but it seemed like that would never happen. Orihime settled into the couch and watched the movie.

I hope you guys like it! I will get more into the story very soon. The reviews will keep me going!