Okay, here's the second chapter of HIME STAYED OUT ALL NIGHT! I really want to thank everyone who reviewed! Seriously, I 'heart' y'all!

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Skipping the Curfew Second Night

All eyes were on the beautiful specimen walking across the posh restaurant. Ladies swooned and gentlemen scowled for their girlfriends or wives swooning. Byakuya Kuchiki was the CEO of the Kuchiki Entertainment. He was also the son of Yamamoto Kuchiki, who was one of the world's leading business owners. Not only was Byakuya powerful but he was also devilishly handsome. Even flowers blossomed when he passed by.

"Father, what brings you here?" Byakuya addressed the old man in front of him.

"I heard about the financial difficulties KE is involved in at the moment." Yamamoto gestured his son towards the chair across him. "…and I have a proposal for you." Byakuya scanned his father's face for any signs of clues but Yamamoto's face didn't betray any emotion.

"What is this proposal you have in stored for me?" Byakuya took a sip of the sweetly aged Chardonnay.

"You're getting married." His father stated simply. Byakuya tried to hide the surprise he felt but he failed to do so.

"And what does that have to do with my financial difficulties?"

"In exchange for this marriage, I will invest in KE." Yamamoto replied. Byakuya drained the rest of his cup.

"I accept this proposal." Byakuya said at last. To him, marriage was like a business.

"SORA, WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME?" Orihime yelled.

"Orihime, just listen to me! This is the best thing I ever done in my life!" Sora held on to Orihime's shoulders with his eyes dazzling like stars.

"You call selling your only sister the best thing you ever done in your life? How can you do this to me?" Orihime quickly shook of Sora's hands on her shoulders.

"Orihime, he's handsome, rich and kind! What more can you ask for?"

"I don't love him!"

"You can learn to love him."

"You can't learn to love someone. You just do."

"Well, I already accepted the proposal." Sora guiltily looked at his angry sister.

"You what? What proposal?" Orihime's nose flared.

"Uh…don't get mad. You see, Mr. Kuchiki promised to pay off my debt if you know, you agree to marry his son and I signed this document and…"

"What kind of document are we talking about?"

"A marriage document…" Sora plugged his ears waiting for the ear-deafening scream. Instead, he heard a toilet flushing in the bathroom. "What the hell was that?" He asked Orihime. Orihime heard the noise too and she immediately panicked. She had completely forgotten about the strawberry she locked up inside her bathroom.

"That is the sink…uh, I forgot to get it fixed." Orihime improvised.

"Oh well, I'll go take a look." Sora headed for the bathroom. Orihime quickly inserted herself in between the bathroom door and her brother. She smiled guiltily.

"Uh…you can take a look la…" She began only to be interrupted by the voice behind the door she was standing in front of.

"How long am I supposed to be in here?" Ichigo said from behind the door. Sora quickly and gently pushed his sister aside and opened the door. Inside was a half naked young attractive male, staring curiously at him.

"What is this?" Sora grabbed his hair, completely shocked with the sight.

"This…this…this…" Orihime stuttered. It was exactly in that moment, when she saw the half naked man, she thought of a brilliant idea. "This is my husband! Sora, how can I get married when I already have a husband?" At her remark, two heads turned in shock.

"What?" Both Ichigo and Sora shouted.

"Sora, just give me moment, while I calm Ichigo down about the marriage document you involved me in." Orihime closed the bathroom door, locking herself and Ichigo inside. Ichigo was too shocked to speak. When he finally gathered his mind and opened his mouth, he found a hand covering his mouth.

"Please, help me. Ichigo, please? I really need your help." Orihime whispered gently. Her gray orbs were sparkling with wet tears. Ichigo completely lost in the spell, nodded. When Orihime released her hand, Ichigo finally spoke.

"What do you want me to do? If you're thinking about really getting married, I want to let you know, last night wasn't supposed to happen." Ichigo stated.

"I'm not asking you to take responsibility over me. I can handle myself. I just don't want to marry a guy I don't love." She whispered back.

"Okay, all right. I got it. You want me to pretend to be your…" Ichigo couldn't even fathom the idea of being tied down.

"husband." Orihime finished the sentence for him. When Ichigo reluctantly nodded, Orihime squealed and gave him a hug. Ichigo flushed bright red, appreciating the generous amount of flesh that was pushing up to his own chest. Orihime went to open the bathroom door, only to find Sora glaring at her suspiciously.

"Ichigo's very angry with you, Sora." Orihime crossed her arms. She nudged Ichigo with her elbow. Ichigo cleared his throat.

"I'm not giving Hime up to anyone, ya hear me, bro?" ichigo played along.

"...Bro?" Sora felt like throwing up. However he ignored the nauseous feeling. "Well…well…what do you want me to do?" Sora was at a loss for words. His precious sister had just told him, she married a thud! He tried to count to ten in his mind to calm himself down. Instead, all he could think about was Yamamoto Kuchiki.

"Orihime, I…I think I need to go and settle this with Yamamoto-san." Sora shivered with the image of loan sharks creeping in his mind.

"All right. Fine, this went well." She said when Sora disappeared out the apartment. Ichigo raised his eyebrow.

"Uh…am I free to go, as well?" He studied Orihime. She was a beautiful woman. With her luscious amber hair and pale skin, she lit up the room.

"Yeah. You can go." Orihime took out her hand and held it in front of her. "It was nice knowing you, strawberry." Ichigo smiled and grabbed her hand.

"Nice knowing you too, princess." He drawled out. With that, he finally pulled his shirt on and grabbed his guitar. He winked at Orihime before following the way Sora went out. Orihime finally let out a breath she had been holding, for some reason.

Sora was shaking like the world was coming to an end. Yamamoto was scrutinizing every detail on his face.

"Sora Inoue, I am sorry to let you know, I will not take a no for an answer." Yamamoto finally replied. "That is, until you pay back what I lent you." It was that moment, when Byakuya Kuchiki opened the door to confront his father.

"Why is it that the investment you promised me did not get transferred into my account?" Byakuya asked his father.

"It seems like we ran into a problem." Yamamoto nodded towards Sora. Byakuya's attention shifted over towards the latter.

"What is the problem?" Byakuya asked Sora Inoue.

"It seems like O…Orihime doesn't want to…marry you." Sora stuttered.

"And Byakuya, we agreed that I will invest only when Orihime marries you." Yamamoto added.

"Weren't we already married, by law?" Byakuya's eyes narrowed.

"She wants a divorce." Yamamoto icily replied.

"Oh…then do you want me to divorce her?" Byakuya asked with frustration. All he wanted was to make sure Kuchiki Entertainment was pulled out of the financial turmoil it was trapped in.

"No…quite the contrary. I want you to win her heart…in let's say, a hundred days." Yamamoto finally smiled. Sora finally let out the breath he was holding. "If you don't and she still wants to divorce you after that time, I will not spend a single penny on Kuchiki Entertainment." Byakuya looked away, holding his composure. He did not want to accept this proposal in the first place but he knew where his priorities laid…He needed to save Kuchiki Entertainment.

"I understand…Father."

The next morning, Orihime got up early and started cleaning her house. When she lifted the blankets lying on the floor, she found a cell phone. It had a sticker of a strawberry. Orihime's shiny eyes studied carefully the object lying on the floor. She gently picked it up. When she heard the door open to reveal Sora, she hid the cell phone behind her back.

"Uh…Sora, you're back!" Orihime smiled but underneath her smile, she felt guilty for lying to her brother. She decided it was the moment to tell him the truth. She lightly squeezed the cell phone, she was hiding behind her back. "I have something to tel…" She was cut off when Sora interrupted.

"Orihime, you can't divorce him. Otherwise, things will go back to way it was unless you wait for a hundred days." Sora desperately grabbed his sister's arm. "Yamamoto-san said if his son can't win your heart in a hundred days, then you can divorce him and I still don't have to pay off my debt. Orihime, please?"

"Hundred…days?" Any thought about telling Sora the truth was discarded then. "What about my husband?" Orihime angrily replied.

"Which one?" Sora couldn't help himself from laughing. Orihime punched him in the arm.

"You know exactly which one, I'm talking about."

"Oh well, about that. We decided to divide the time you can spend between Byakuya and that jerk."

"Don't call him a jerk."

"From nine A.M. to five P.M., you'll spend time with Byakuya and from five P.M. to nine P.M., you can spend time with that jerk. You'll spend Saturdays with Byakuya and Sundays with that jerk." Sora ignored what Orihime said. Orihime groaned. She squeezed the cell phone in her hand for a lightning bolt to hit her.

Things weren't going to well with Ichigo either. He just realized he lost his cell phone. He grunted in the middle of practice with frustration.

"What's wrong, Berry?" Renji shouted at him. He was did a drum-roll to create some suspense.

"Will you fucking stop that?" Grimmjow shouted at Renji. Grimmjow was the keyboardist.

"Guys, stop shouting. I'm trying to take a call." Toushirou said rolling his eyes, taking out his cell phone which was ringing. "Ichigo, how come I see your number on my phone?" Ichigo ran towards the short bass player to grab his phone. He pushed the green button.

"Who the hell are you?" He yelled into the phone.

"Geesh, calm down will you?" A soft feminine voice replied. Ichigo recognized that voice immediately. It even brought pleasurable memories. He suddenly recalled her voice moaning softly saying strawberries during her drunken stupor. He shook his head but the naughty thoughts wouldn't fade away. "I'm just calling to let you know, I have Ichigo Kurosaki's cell phone. This is the last number he called on his phone, you see." Orihime finished.

"Uh…hi, this is he, speaking." Ichigo replied.

"Hi, Ichigo. So uhm…where can I drop this off?"

"Do you still remember where the Strawberry Corpse Club is?"

"Yeah."

"Then, I'll see you in a bit." Ichigo hung up the phone. Without even knowing, a smile was on his face. He was definitely looking forward to meeting Orihime again.

Half an hour later, Orihime found herself staring at the sign that read Strawberry Corpse Club. She couldn't believe how she came back to this place. She mentally preparing for the noise, plugged her ears, but instead, she found the place empty except for a small crowd consisting of four people.

"Who's this?" A man with flaming red hair, pulled into a pony tail, asked her.

"I came to see Ichigo." Orihime replied. Her eyes finally found their way to the gorgeous man with orange hair.

"Whew…" A figure with teal-blue hair whistled. "How long is this one gonna last, Berry? 'Cause if you don't want her, I'm open. Look at those puppies." Grimmjow grinned.

"Shut up." Ichigo replied and gave Grimmjow the middle finger.

"Ichigo, can I talk to you in private?" Orihime self-consciously asked.

"Come out, you slugs." Toushirou quickly nudged the two other towering figures, miraculously and gave the two orange heads some privacy.

"Uh…I guess I should return this to you." Orihime awkwardly handed Ichigo back his phone.

"This can't be the reason why you asked for privacy." Ichigo smirked.

"You're right. I needed to ask you for a favour."

"Go on."

"I need you to be my husband for another hundred days."

"What?" Ichigo scratched the back of his neck. "No" He replied without hesitancy. Orihime's eyes wielded with tears. She gave him the look of pure sadness. It was the mistake of his life when he looked into them. When he found himself staring inside stormy sparkling eyes, he knew he didn't have the will to reject her. "Oh all right, but I can't stand the sight of a girl crying. So don't ever cry in front of me, again." Orihime squealed in delight at Ichigo's answer. He just couldn't believe what he got himself into.

The next day, Orihime was shaken out of her dream by Sora. She looked around. She smiled. Everything must have been a dream.

"Hurry up, Orihime. Byakuya must be waiting for you outside. You won't be the least bit displeased when you see him." Sora told Orihime. Orihime let out a groan. Everything was not a dream. It was a nightmare.

"You know what I don't understand? Why would a handsome and rich guy want to marry me? He must problems, doesn't he?"

"Well, go find out yourself."

Orihime made her way outside her apartment. In front of her, a beautiful figure with midnight hair leaned against a sleek black shiny car. His face was carved delicately like the statues of Greek gods and he was clothed in luxurious designer clothes. Orihime was marvelled at his beauty. This was the only other person that could rival the beauty of Ichigo Kurosaki. However, it was not enough for her to forfeit into the arranged marriage.

"Hello." His voice sounded like the sound of water softly flowing down the fountain. Orihime didn't return the greeting. Byakuya opened the other passenger door for her, like a gentleman he was. Orihime even went as far as not even saying thank you unlike her usual polite self. She wanted this guy to hate her and call in for a divorce himself.

"Orihime…" Byakuya began when he, himself got inside the car. "I just want to warn you. I will do everything in my power to make you choose me." He said coldly.

"Why me?" Orihime finally spoke to him.

"You ask that to my father."

"Well, I too, want to warn you in advance. I will not choose you. You see, I love my husband very much." Orihime glared at Byakuya. Byakuya interestingly found himself drawn towards the girl. He never found himself rejected by a woman before.

"Which one?" His voice teased with dark humour.

"The one I slept with." Orihime replied daringly. Byakuya's eyes darkened. He was not the one to let others touch what belonged to him.

"Then we'll have to change that soon." He replied with the teasing in his voice gone. All Orihime could do was to mentally tell herself that the first thing she will do when she got back home, was to create a voodoo doll in the form of her brother.

Skipping the Curfew the Second Night end.

If voodoo dolls could do the trick, I'd probably have a chest full of voodoo dolls. One for my second grade teacher, one for this really horrible girl at my school, another one for...and the list would probably go on and on.

BTW, this story will not have a hundred chapters. It will probably go up to about thirty at the most. I just wanted to point that out. Whew, I realized that when I was writing the last sentence of the story.

Another heads-up, I already posted several Ichihime pics up on my deviant page, so go check it out, if you're interested in those! The link is posted on my profile.

Anyways, I 'heart' y'all (I'm changing 'love' to 'heart' because for some reason, I don't like writing the word love on the internet. I think love should be a vocal word and something that shouldn't be overused; otherwise, the magic behind the word would be lost. That's just the way I feel about the word love. I think it's romantic and magical)
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