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Uryu pushed his glasses back onto his nose, taking in a deep breath. This party was not a good idea. It was quickly spiraling out of control, and according to both common sense and logical thinking, it was easy to see that the odds of someone getting hurt here were getting higher each minute. There was alcohol everywhere and drunken teens rampaging about, breaking furniture and falling over; and somehow more kids were managing to squeeze into the already crowded house. Uryu noticed that many of the teens entering the house now were older, and did not look like high school students. The music pounded on, making it hard to think.

Uryu frowned, trying to sense Orihime. She was the one he, and everyone else for that matter, worried about the most…and for good reason.

He whipped out the cell phone Urahara had given him. Though it was really only supposed to be used for work, Kisuke had tweaked it a bit so that Uryu could in fact call regular people on the phone. He rarely did, but decided there was no better use of his cell phone than now. He dialed Inoue's digit into the phone.

"You have reached Inoue Orihime! Sorry I am not able to answer right now, little blue men have probably landed on Earth and have kidnapped me; but please leave a message and I will get back to you once they leave!" BEEEP.

Uryu sighed. "Inoue-san, it's Ishida. Please call me so we can meet up with the others…and be careful." He clicked the end button, hoping she would receive his message and missed call soon. He thought he'd try plan B.

"Inoue's spiritual pressure is coming from that direction," Uryu thought to himself, looking to his left. It didn't help him much, though, as there were so many other kids that her reiatsu was hard to distinguish.

"There are quite a few kids here with a good amount of spiritual pressure. Great. This is going to be a lot of work…"

Uryu pushed himself into the crowd, trying not to worry about the hundreds of toes he seemed to be stepping on.

"Oi! Watch it!"

"Hey, sod off!"

"Move it, four eyes."

Uryu sighed, ignoring the rude comments of the strangers in the crowd. He was having a hard time finding her, and he hadn't seen anyone else for awhile, either. Though he was usually the calm, cool headed one, even he was feeling anxious about the situation.

Uryu continued to push through the crowd, looking everywhere for orange hair- either Orihime's or Ichigo's, though he was a lot less worried about Ichigo for the time being.

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Chad finally moved himself from the couch. He had noticed how full the house was getting, and was starting to feel nervous. Chad never liked crowds in the first place, but now it looked like many of the guests coming in were thugs and bullies. This made him uneasy, because if one of his nakama needed him, he wouldn't be able to find them. It was only a matter of time before trouble ensued…

Chad had a much easier time maneuvering through the crowd compared to Uryu. His size allowed for people to spread apart, whether they noticed it or not. He took slow, cautious steps. He didn't want to miss one of his friends mistakenly.

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Orihime's eyes were wide with realization. Her mouth dropped into a tiny 'o', unsure of how to assess the situation…. there were so many cookies for her to choose from! There was a giant platter laid out on one of the tables that held every type of sweet imaginable. There were brownies, cakes, cookies, and even lemon bars. If only she had remembered to bring her wasabi sauce and bean paste!

Orihime licked her lips, ready to try one of the treats on the table. She grabbed a chocolate chip cookie and took a bite.

"This is delicious! I am so glad we came. The music and the food are so good!"

Orihime finished the cookie, and began looking for some cups to pour herself some juice.

"Looking for this?" a man's voice came. Orihime turned her head to see a blonde haired guy holding a plastic cup. "They were hidden under the table," he said, pointing to a long white table cloth. Orihime smiled.

"Oh! Thank you so much. I am so thirsty. The cookies are really good." Orihime added, smiling at the mysterious young man.

"Here, let me pour you some juice – unless you'd prefer a beer?" the blonde hair boy asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Orihime quickly shook her head.

"No, no. I don't drink, but thanks anyway. I'll just stick with some punch."

"Suit yourself." The boy said, grabbing the ladle and spooning it into the cup. There you are." He smiled, handing her the drink. Orihime grabbed it, telling him thank you once again. She didn't notice the way the boy was ogling her, eyeing her like a treasure chest that was half buried on a Caribbean Island; and who could blame him? Orihime was breath taking in her colorful skirt and playful make up, her cheeks and lips red from dancing. She was warm from all the bodies that filled the house and all the moving she had been doing, that a light coating of sweat tinged her skin. It added to her beauty in a unique way, with the lights dancing and reflecting off her face. The boy smiled wider.

Orihime drank her cup of punch quickly, liking how it cooled down her skin and the sweetness on her tongue. Her deep gray orbs pierced through the blonde boy's brown ones. She saw fire in his eyes, and Orihime was curious about him. He seemed kind enough.

"So, where exactly do you go to school?" Orihime asked him. He grabbed her empty cup and poured her some more punch, and she thanked him. She eyed him, waiting for a reply.

"I go to school in Okinawa, but I have a friend who dated the girl who is throwing this party," the blonde said. Orihime nodded.

"Oh, I see. I don't even know who's throwing this party; there were just flyers all around the school and I decided I wanted to go. I don't usually attend social functions. So I figured why not?" Orihime remembered Chizuru showing her and Tatsuki the flyer that was getting passed around school. At first, they weren't so sure about it, but Orihime and Tatsuki figured they needed to get out and do something. They had been stuck in the same rut for awhile, living each day by a routine; so they decided that they were going to go and force the rest to follow.

"That probably explains why I don't know you, and I usually know pretty girls." The boy said, and Orihime flushed red.

"I'm Koen, by the way." He stuck out his hand, waiting for her to shake it.

"I'm Inoue Orihime." She took his hand and shook it. Her grasp was light and guarded, but she smiled a friendly smile at the boy.

The boy smirked at her, adjusting his lettermen jacket.

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Tatsuki had stomped off into the crowd, pissed off at what had just taken place. Who the hell did those guys think they were? It amazed her that there were people like that. She was surveying the crowd, trying to find Orihime, with no luck. "Where would I be if I were Orihime?" Tatsuki said aloud. "Wherever the food is…" She thought to herself, smiling. She began to look for the tables of food. The only problem with that was that there were too many students in the way blocking her view and, from the looks of it, there had to be at least 10 tables of food all over the house.

Tatsuki sighed, annoyed.

She made her way into another room, which looked to be the kitchen.

This house is so big…

"Oi, You! Who they hell do you think you are?" A angry voice came from behind Tatsuki, who whipped her head around to see the source of the voice.

Standing there was a blonde haired girl who looked extremely arrogant and annoyed. Her hair, obviously bleached blonde, cascaded in curls down her shoulders. Tatsuki thought she might've been pretty, but couldn't tell due to all the makeup she had caked onto her face. Her skin was slightly orange and her eyes had at least a pound of eye shadow smudged onto her lids. Her body was of a thicker build, not fat, but curvy and muscular. Tatsuki rolled her eyes at the girl's attire. She was obviously a girl who tried to hard.

"What do you want? I don't know you." Tatsuki said, crossing her arms. Her face was full of defiance and annoyance.

"I'm Minami. If you don't know me now, you will soon. I'm the most popular girl at Okinawa High," the blonde said, smirking towards Tatsuki.

"And what makes you think I care? Tatsuki asked, giving the girl a curious glance. Her arms were now uncrossed. One hand was placed on her hip, and the other lay in a fist at her side.

"You should care, you pathetic twit. I don't know who you think you are, but you are not anything special. Next time you start dancing with your carrot top friend, it better be at your own house. This isn't your party, so don't try stealing the spot light," Minami said, taking a few steps closer to Tatsuki. Tatsuki didn't budge, unafraid.

"Excuse me, but my friend and I have all the right to dance on and dance floor at a party. In case I missed the memo, this isn't your party either. You, like me, were invited to attend. So before you start giving out your ridiculous demands, you better check yourself. I am not about to back down to some jealous little snob." Tatsuki said, closing the distance between the girl and herself. Tatsuki was now in the blonde's face, and she could clearly see the acne the girl had underneath all that foundation.

"You little bitch! How dare you talk to me like that?" Minami said, angered. Tatsuki smirked. This blonde snob did not scare her. She, like the jocks, was full of herself and Tatsuki knew she could handle them.

"What are you going to do about it? Drown me in your makeup?" Tatsuki asked, laughing. She turned on her heel to continue her search for her friends. "Get a grip," she said over her shoulder.

Minami stood here, seething.

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Ichigo had had about enough of this party. If one more bimbo tried to hit on him, he was going to lose it. Ichigo himself was about as dense as he could get when it came to women, but even he acknowledged their passes at him tonight. Their slurred words and gestures annoyed him, and the longing in their hopeful eyes sent a cold feeling throughout him. He did not like women who were loose with themselves, and it bothered him when they tried to be loose with him. Ichigo had far too much respect for both himself and others to even think about hooking up with someone at this party. He would simply shrug out of their embraces and walk off, leaving them to find someone else to flirt with, hopefully no one he knew. His scowl etched deeper into his face.

He surveyed the room. It was packed full of teenagers, especially around the DJ booth where the source of the music was coming from. Ichigo sighed, trying hard to keep his irritation down.

"Hey there, sexy, wanna play?" Ichigo did not even look up to acknowledge who was talking to him. He simply kept his face forward and emotionlessly uttered "no."

"But why not?" The girl whined, causing Ichigo to glare at her. She had long brown hair and blue eyes, and in her hand was a bottle of beer. He stood up, preparing to leave.

"Am I not desirable?" The woman cooed, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket and whispering in his ear. Ichigo shivered, uncomfortable by the woman's advances.

"Am I not loveable?" She cooed again in his ear, causing him to jerk his head. He was now face to face with the brunette, whose breath stuck of alcohol. Ichigo wrinkled his nose.

"You nee-," he started to say when he was cut off by the woman's lips against his. Ichigo did a double take, shocked by her forwardness. She pushed herself into him, her arms underneath his jacket, wrapping around his torso. Ichigo could feel tension building between his thighs and almost groaned. He did not want to think about that. He quickly grabbed her arms arms from his torso and detached her from himself.

The woman looked at him disappointed as her turned to walk away from the brown haired woman.

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Orihime had been talking to Koen for a little while before excusing herself to the bathroom, in which she had no idea where to look. She found herself back into the main living room where the DJ booth was located, and hummed to the song that started blasting through the speakers.

She made her way towards the couches in the back of the room, hoping to sit for a moment while she figured out where the bathroom was. As she approached the couches, she spotted a familiar tuft of orange hair out of the corner of her eyes. Orihime smiled to herself. She hadn't seen any of her friends for awhile.

She was about to yell for him when she noticed the brown haired girl that was standing next to him. She frowned as the girl whispered something in his ear. In urosaki-kun's ear. In her Kurosaki-kun's ear. She frowned deeper as the girl pressed her lips to his. Orihime felt the tears that threatened to fall, and she turned away from the two, her heart feeling broken.

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Koen saw the pretty orange haired girl from across the room. She looked upset about something. She was heading towards the staircase, her face hidden behind her beautiful red-orange strands of hair. Koen departed from his friends, quickly following in the direction of Inoue Orihime.

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