The Vacation Turned Nightmare

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A/N: Hey guys! This is the second chapter to Full Bleach House! I am so sorry that it has been so long (almost four years)! I forgot how to get onto my account and have been busy with Sakura's High School Hell of Perverts lately. But, today, I decided I should update this story. So, here we are! For now, this story is rated T, but the rating may change later. Thank you so much for reading this story and I would really appreciate a review, favorite and follow.

Warning: Some characters are going to be OOC to drive the plot forward


Orihime went to bed early that night, so she would be well rested for her six a.m. flight the next morning. However, sleep did not seem to be on her side that evening. It wasn't until almost one that her grey orbs finally closed into a restful slumber. Well, that was until four o'clock when the awful blaring of her alarm clock awoke her.

Groaning in response, the auburn haired beauty had almost forgotten why she had set the alarm. A moment later, her mind was flooded with the memory of her friends giving her a free trip to Paris. Grinning from ear-to-ear, Orihime eagerly jumped out of the bed and rushed to get ready for the day. It was going to be long one, she had an eleven hour flight ahead of her!

The orange haired girl dashed about the house, grabbing her last minute items and making sure to take a quick shower. Her grey eyes glanced at the clock on the wall, and almost had a heart attack. It was already five, if she didn't rush now, she'd never make it on time!

Orihime bolted out the door making sure to lock it as she left. She lived in a relatively safe place, her closet neighbor was over a mile away! Nonetheless, you can never be too sure what kinds of weirdos are go wandering about the world! She placed the spare key under her potted plant that was next to the door and whipped around to make a run for the airport.

When she turned, her stormy eyes clashed with the brown ones of an exuberant Kiego. It took all of Orihime's willpower not to punch the man in the face. He knew she was a very skittish person. Yet still loved to scare the living daylights out of her.

"Ready to Orihime? You're flight leaves soon. Quickly, let's get into the taxi cab, or else you'll never make it on time!" he shouted grabbing her suitcase off the porch and running down the walkway.

"You about gave me a heart attack, Kiego!" she snapped as she followed him to the waiting car. Tatsuki walked close behind.

The brunette male tossed Orihime's belongings into the trunk and the hopped into the back seat with the two girls who were talking about the exciting things that she would get to while she was there.


About half-way into the ride, the purple haired girl seated next Orihime asked her an odd question, "so, Orihime-chan, where is your spare key to Full House?"

The auburn haired beauty faced her best friend with a skeptical look on her face. "Why?" she questioned narrowing her eyes.

Tatsuki looked over to Keigo and shifted uncomfortably as if pleading for help. As always, her knight in shining armor came to her rescue.

"We want to take care of 'Full House' while you are away. We'll even clean up the place so your home will be nice when you come back."

Orihime looked at her two friends an incredulous look plastered on her flawless porcelain face. The lovers didn't make any move to change their offer and they were nearing the airport.

After a few more moments, she relented and allowed then to know where her spare key was located. In her head she prayed that she didn't make the biggest mistake of her life. Orihime loved them both, but she knew they were always in trouble with money.

"It's under the plant I received at Sora's funeral. Don't ruin my home while I am gone. Or else, I will kill you." She warned as the cab came to a stop.

The couple looked relieved before nodding their heads in understanding. It looked like their plan was going to work out perfectly.

"Ok, well. I guess I'll see you all in a week? Bye." Orihime said as she exited the taxi, her suitcase was sitting next to the door.

"Yeah, love you Orihime-chan!" Tatsuki exclaimed.

"See you later, Orihime," Keigo hollered as her slammed the cab door and it sped off quicker than Orihime thought was legal.

Shrugging her thin shoulders, the pumpkin haired girl turned to check in for her flight. She felt like she was dreaming still, she couldn't seriously be going on a vacation to the city of romance! The excitement was all too much for her to handle, it took all she had not to do an embarrassing fist-pump when she entered the airport.


Elsewhere, a groan could be heard as a body continually turned inside his bed. The person was intent on staying comfortable until someone had the guts to make him move. Looks like that would be happening right now.

"Kurosaki Ichigo. Get up now. You have a flight to France in less than two hours!" a male's voice hissed at the mound of blankets.

"No." was the answer the red-headed man received as the body shifted once more.

The crimson haired man sent a look to the other man next to him in a silent signal. The muscular gentleman nodded his head and not a second later had torn the navy blanket off the bed. Leaving the person under it freezing.

"What the hell, Chad?! You're my supposed to be on my side, not Renji's!" the ruggedly handsome man growled as he sent a glare to the tan male.

The large addressed man shrugged in response and turned to walk out the room leaving the carrot-top and the red-head. The earlier was heavily glaring at the latter as if hoping his fierce stare would cause him to burst into flames.

"What do you want, Renji?!"

"You need to get ready to go, Ichigo. I can't have you skipping out on a tour to one of the countries you are most popular in. They already think you're a bit of an asshole, we need to do some damage control." Renji retorted moving over to the closet and tossing Ichigo some clothes.

"Who cares? They can think I am an ass all they want. I don't want to go. I have plans with R-, someone tomorrow and I can't very well be with them if I am not here." Ichigo announced pushing the clothes off of him.

Renji scowled at the actor and threw the clothes back to him. "You are not getting out of this one, Ichigo. I can make sure you never have another movie again. You will fizzle out before you officially launch you career."

Rolling his amber eyes, the Kurosaki groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. Sighing disappointedly, he moved to get off the bed and grabbed the clothes.

"Fine, Renji. I will go to Paris. Now, please leave so I can get ready." The movie star mumbled as he sauntered to his bathroom.

"Good, I am glad we see eye-to-eye. Now, I will take my leave, all of your stuff is already packed save for your toiletries. There is a small bag in the bathroom for you to place them in. I will be waiting outside, don't take too long." Renji explained turning the knob.

A moment later he was out of the room leaving Ichigo alone with his thoughts. The young man sighed once more and grabbed his phone off the charger.

'Sorry, Rukia. I will not be able to spend tomorrow with you. I am being forced to go to France by Renji. I will see you when I get back in a week.'

He quickly sent the text and then disappeared into the bathroom to get ready for the trip he was dreading. Leaving the girl of his dreams for a week was the last thing that he wanted to do.


The actor yanked on his jeans and a black button-up shirt and a pair of black dress shoes. He checked himself out in the mirror and quickly concluded he looked ridiculous since he had not brushed his messy hair, not that it usually helped anyway, or his teeth. Gripping his toothbrush, Ichigo proceeded to scrub at his pearly whites and then wrenched a hairbrush through his tasseled orange strands leaving them slightly better.

Ichigo placed all of his stuff in the bag that Renji had mentioned earlier zipping it up. He then grabbed his phone and stuffed it in the pocket of his leather jacket along with his wallet. Looking around the room once more, Ichigo did a mental checklist to make sure that he had everything he was going to need before turning to exit his bedroom.

Closing the door behind him, Ichigo stepped into the living room where Renji was patiently waiting on the couch. The red-head arose and gestured for Ichigo to follow him out the house.

Rolling his caramel eyes again, Ichigo begrudgingly complied with his manager's request and went after the young man.

The two sat in silence during the limo ride to the airport. The only sounds being the car and Ichigo's shuffling as he anxiously checked his cell phone every ten seconds. He hoped that Rukia would receive his message and reply before he boarded the plane. Renji gave him strange looks during the whole ride but didn't bother questioning him.

About half an hour later the two made it to the airport and apparently the whole world knew because you could hear girl's screams from inside the limousine. The pumpkin haired star sent a glare out the window to his many fans. It had to be far too early for them to be shrilling like a bunch of dying cats.

"Looks like they already know we are here, Ichigo."

The orange haired male sent him an irritated look before grasping the car handle. He twisted it open and stepped out grabbing his suitcase that was seated right outside. Renji followed suit and the two of them made their way to the gate with little problem from the hoard of females. The crazy ones were simply kept at bay by the massive bodyguards that manager had hired.


Thirty minutes later the flight to Paris had arrived and everyone began boarding. Just as Ichigo was about to go into the tunnel, he got a phone call from the woman he had texted earlier. He wanted to clarify some things before leaving so he ran into the nearest men's room and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ichigo, it is okay. I am not upset. I hope you have a wonderful time in Paris. Send me tons of pictures, okay?" Rukia's voice assured through the speaker.

"Are you sure? I can cancel this press conference, if you want." He offered.

"No, I am sure. Have a great time. Oh- gotta go, I have a customer." She responded before clicking the "end call" button.

Ichigo stood there for a few moments frowning. He had planned to do one of the most romantic gestures tomorrow and she didn't even care. Not that she knew, but it was still upsetting!

He stayed there until he heard the final call for all passengers on the France flight. Cursing, the carrot-top stuffed his phone, which he turned on airplane mode, into his jacket pocket once more and headed up to the plane.


He searched for his first-class seat and determined that he would be sitting next to an auburn haired woman. Plopping down in his seat, he turned his head and got a good look at the young woman.

To say she was beautiful would be an understatement. This lady was flawless, her porcelain skin cream colored. She had long waist-length burnt orange hair. Upon first glance, it looked the same shade as his. But, upon better observation, it was a few shades darker. Her hair looked silky soft and was a perfect match for her grey eyes that had a hint of amethyst within them.

The woman did not appear to be very tall, but she was by no means short. She was most likely average sized, about five feet and four inches. She was voluptuous, in fact her large bosom was the thing he noticed first about her, although, that really isn't something he should admit.

Moving down her figure, he saw that she was thin with a small waist that flowed out to curvy hips and shapely legs. All-in-all, this girl had to be one of the prettiest on the planet. But, she would never come close to his Rukia.

Next to Ichigo, Orihime was doing her own inspection. Her grey eyes started at his face. He had orange hair, much like her own, but it was far lighter. It looked unruly, like it had a mind of its own, but to Orihime it just added to his attractiveness.

Next, she moved to his amber caramel colored eyes that had specks of amber around the irises. They were settled onto her form as if scrutinizing her as she was him. Orihime narrowly resisted the urge to blush under his watchful gaze.

Moving down, Orihime noted that his face looked chiseled and ruggedly handsome. He was in a perpetual scowl, she briefly wondered if his face was stuck like that. His lips were thin and pursed together as he looked at her.

His body looked toned and muscular and he was quite tall. Even sitting down, Orihime guessed that he had to be about six feet and three inches. He was dressed nicely, but then again, they were in first-class. You'd expect him to be in nice clothing.

Taking in his entire appearance, Orihime concluded that he was extremely handsome and must be very popular in the lady department. His look just screamed, I have a new girlfriend every week.

Ichigo had started his examination first so he was finished first and came back to his senses. He saw the gorgeous woman's orbs studying him and decided to point it out; however, not nicely.

"Is there something you needed?" he interrogated narrowing his eyes.

Orihime's pale face flushed a bright pink and she shook her head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare." She squeaked turning away from the attractive man on her left.

Ichigo just grunted a response and settled down into his seat awaiting the attendant's instructions.


Sure enough, not a minute later, the fit and voluptuous flight attendant addressed them all. The woman was tall with very tan skin and fairly large breasts. She had long violet hair that was tied into a ponytail and yellow cat-like eyes.

She was wearing a pale blue dress with white trimmings. She also had a white scarf around her neck. Pinned to the right side of her dress was a gold name tag that read 'Yuroichi'.

Yuroichi explained all of the safety precautions and procedures of flying and then grabbed the cart that was next to her. She filled it with several different beverages and began to make her way down the aisle handing them a menu and their desired drink.

When the attendant had finally made her way to Ichigo and Orihime, she proceeded to ask them if there was anything that they wanted to drink.

"Coke." Ichigo stated and then took the menu from the woman.

"I would very much like a Dr. Pepper, please." She answered a shy smile on her face as she grasped the menu.

Yuroichi nodded her head and gave them each a cup and their fancied soft drink. However, when she handed them their beverages the two of them got vastly different looks from her. Ichigo got a frown, like Yuroichi was tempted to let him have it. Orihime got a polite and friendly smile it only deepened when the beautiful passenger thanked her.

"Thank you so much, Ms. Yuroichi."

"You're welcome. Now, I should probably get back to my duties. I will be back to take your food order."

And with that the tall curvy woman took her leave and continued down the aisle. Asking rude or ungrateful people what they'd like as she went.

While, Yuroichi was attending to the various other passengers, Orihime glanced over the menu. They were all dishes she had either never heard of, or had only ever dreamed of actually consuming. She debated on her meal until she remembered that it was an all-expenses paid trip. She wouldn't have to pay for her food so she was welcome to eat anything and everything there.


When Yuroichi returned for their order, Ichigo mumbled a quick tomato bisque soup with crackers on the side. Orihime; however, said that she wanted to try a little of everything. This earned her semi-disgusted looks from both her seat-mate and the attendant. Nonetheless, Yuroichi went to go place their orders.

Orihime pulled out one of her favorite books to read in the meantime. She would gasp or giggle as if she was present for the events unfolding in her novel. Ichigo came to the conclusion that she was also a fast reader, as she was already a fourth through the book when their food arrived.

Grinning excitedly, Orihime gripped the many plates and then proceeded to mix some of the dishes together. Ichigo frowned repulsed at the nasty colors her food changed as they combined.

Satisfied that everything was mixed with something else, Orihime began to dig in the zealousness. She was determined to eat everything that was placed in front of her. She really could care less if she gained ninety-five pounds or not!

The auburn haired woman shoveled the food in her mouth relishing the wonderful taste. Ichigo watched her with a horrified look it only deepened when he heard her moan in ecstasy from her revolting mass of mush.


This continued for about twenty minutes, Orihime had actually cleared three whole plates! Before, she started to feel queasy. Something was not agreeing with her stomach! Groaning, she frantically looked for a bag or something she could get sick in.

Luck was not on her side today. She found nothing anywhere near her. Just as she was about to make a mad dash to the bathroom, her stomach ejected the contents without her approval. Not being able hold it in, Orihime spit out the mush all over the handsome seated next to her.

Ichigo yelped in outrage when the woman vomited on his button-up shirt. She clearly looked mortified and apologetic, but with all the things that had happened this morning, Ichigo was in no mood to hear her out.

"What the fuck?! How dare you?!" he roared as he examined his favorite shirt that was now ruined.

"I-I am so s-sorry!" she stammered wiping her rosy lips.

"Whatever, I don't fucking care." The carrot-top snarled as he stormed down the hall to the bathroom after he grabbed a new shirt he kept in his carry-on.

Orihime sat there close to tears. She hadn't meant to get sick on him! It was an accident, yet, he yelled at her like she had ruined his life. She had never had someone scream at her like that.

Ichigo slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it. He couldn't believe that woman! She just threw up on him like he was some common trashcan! Growling angrily, Ichigo turned on the water and quickly unbuttoned his shirt to try and get the stink out.

Fruitlessly, his shirt still smelt like the mix of foods that she ate. Regardless of the scrubbing that scent was never going get out which just made him angrier.

Giving up after about five minutes, Ichigo washed the area on his body where the shirt was touching and pulled on the new shirt. It was a dark forest green V-neck tee. It formed to his lean and toned body and showed off his pecs. He yanked his jacket back on, thankful that nothing got on it and grabbed his shirt.

He exited the bathroom and made his way back to his seat. His face in a furious scowl, he was going to let that woman have it!


When he returned, his caramel eyes were set in a fiery glare at the beautiful orange haired woman who had just gotten sick on him. It only mad him more enraged because she was now sleeping peacefully.

Her creamy skin still slightly flushed with embarrassment. Her large chest rose and fell with her steady breathing. Ichigo watched with mild amusement before his memory came flooding back and her took his seat still glaring at Orihime.

He tossed his inky shirt in her direction, but not directly on her, and turned around to face to front. Closing his eyes, Ichigo was quickly consumed in dreams as well. His mind filled with images of the woman next to him, his one true love, and his broken family.


A/N: How was it? Yes, some things were changed, but that is simply because this is a bleach fanfic and I want things to kind move a little quickly that the actual K-drama. Have no fear though, almost everything that happens in the drama will happen here. I thank you again for reading and would really like some constructive criticism. NO FLAMES, please, thank you. I guess that's all, see you next chapter.