A/N Ok I know you all don't like a mean Ichigo but the story calls for him to be mean for awhile...so im not changing him yet...also I love Renji but I'm sorry Renji fans...I have to make some Bleach characters fit and I'm choosing who I want...cuz I can lol

Also thanks for reviews! And I don't own Bleach or Cruel Intentions!

Chapter Three- Kiss and Tell

Inoue Apartment Downtown-

Orihime is playing the cello and a smart looking ink haired boy with glasses is watching her intently.

"That's good Orihime...really," Uryu Ishida says.

Uryu sat holding his own cello, a less than rich son of real estate developers, he had a good upbringing but wasn't as insanely rich as the Shihoins or Kurosakis. Uryu had kind eyes and was the smartest in his class, he was currently teaching Orihime Inoue cello for extra money.

"Now lets try the A minor scale."

Orihime makes an attempt but fucks it up badly, "Sorry Ishida-kun," she looks at him with wide eyes and he can't help feeling pulled in. The sound of Moka's stilettos clipping into the room interrupts the moment between the two.

"I suck I suck I suck!" Orihime says in embarrassment and Moka cringes at the ridiculous scene in front of her.

"Relax Orihime and take a breath," Uryu said evenly.

Moka watches the whole scene play out from the door, the two imbeciles are obviously flirting and even though Orihime's cello skills blow big time; Uryu is smiling and is ever so happy to be teaching her.

Moka ticked her finger to her head as an idea suddenly came about and she smiled devilishly before fully entering the room.

Uryu was playing a beautiful sonata then and Orihime looked as if she were swooning just listening to it and then Moka "accidentally" bangs her hand onto a table which causes a metal try to fall making the loudest of sounds.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. Your playing was beautiful," Moka's formidable presence and exotic beauty was often intimidating, Uryu quickly stood looking uncomfortable and moved away from Orihime.

"Moka, this is Uryu Ishida, he is giving me music lessons over the summer," Orihime said in a less than confident voice.

Uryu approached Moka and shook her hand, "Pleased to meet you."

"Uryu is composing his first opera Moka," the bosomy girl chirped.

"It's based on the life of Doctor Martin Luther King," he interjected.

"Doctor King is my favorite..." Orihime said dreamily.

Uryu just shakes his head and laughs and Orihime looked up at him like he was a god sent angel. Moka cringed and averted her eyes from the sappy duo.

"Well...uh...I guess our hours up, same time tomorrow?" Uryu asked.

Orihime nods and both girls watch the boy leave, Moka's lips were upturned into a fixed smile but her mind was working overtime on how to use this against Orihime, this crush.

Izuru Kira's Townhouse, Connecticut-

Ichigo parked his Porsche outside his longtime friend Izuru's house and walked inside as if he lived there, didn't even knock. Ichigo stormed into the boy's room which at first glance looks like a typical teenagers room except there is homo-erotic art all over the place. Ichigo snorted aloud when he saw his friend sitting at his desk separating pot seeds form his stash, "Um...Blondie...hello!"

Izuru raised a light blond brow and look interested, "So...Ichigo, what can I do for you, need a bag?"

Ichigo shook his head, "No its much more serious than all that."

Izuru swiveled his chair around to face Ichigo who had been pacing his room, Izuru was Oakwood's resident drug dealer, boy stealer, and overall drama queen.

"Ok so...some fag, no offense"

"None taken," Izuru said quickly.

Ichigo continued, "Wrote a letter to this chick saying shit about me."

The blond's eyes went a little wide, "Well...any ideas who it could be?"

Ichigo scowled, "If I knew who it it was that person wouldn't be alive right now."

Izuru thought about Ichigo's conquest, which had been described to him in detail on the phone, "Where did you say she was from again?"

"Toba! But who the hell do I know in that crap city?"

Izuru smirked, "Renji Abarai."

"The football stud?"

Izuru nodded, "He was from Toba and I wouldn't be surprised if he was your rat!"

Ichigo seemed to think a moment and said, "It would make sense. Abarai hates me. I fingered his girlfriend at the game last year."

Izuru snorted shaking his head, "I doubt that bothered him."

"What do you mean?"

The handsome drug dealer pushed some blonde hair off his face and smiled knowingly, "Let's just say Renji likes tackling tight ends on and off the field."

"Are you shitting me?" Ichigo was getting excited with the prospects of what he could do if that was true.

"I shit you not. Abarai used to sneak in my dorm room drunk every month. We'd go at it for awhile, then as soon as he'd cum, he starts freaking out, You know- (mocking Renji) "What are you doing man? I'm not a fag. I'll kick your ass if you say anything."

Izuru shook his head, amusement playing on his face, "It's like, for Christ sakes Renji, you're gay, deal with it. The only reason I tolerate these sessions is that he has a mouth like a hoover."

Ichigo narrowed his amber eyes and then frowned, "Too bad he is in Toba for the summer."

"Not anymore. Football team started practice last week. Of course he has already called me to hook up."

Ichigo grabbed Izuru's shoulders in excitement, "Really? You think you could arrange a little get together tonight on my behalf?

Izuru smiled warmly at his friend, "Hmnm...I do believe Bravo is showing Spartacus on Television tonight."

"Outstanding!"

"Hey Ichi doll, you know this will cost you right?" Izuru's voice was always so smooth and his words came out in a way that made it hard not to like him.

"No problem, just make sure your front door is unlocked. Shall we say the "stroke of midnight" no pun intended?"

Ichigo grabs his friends hand to shake and put three hundred dollar bills in it.

Tokyo Park-

Moka and Orihime are sitting on a picnic blanket. A lavish spread all around them. Moka's long pink hair is under a huge sunhat and dark sunglasses are on her face. She looks like the perfect picture of class. Moka was currently sitting behind Orihime braiding her auburn hair and trying to get as much info from her as possible.

"So, rumor has it that you went on a date with Kaien Shiba? I hear he is very nice."

Orihime giggled, "He is alright, he kept talking about this bulimic headcase he dumped over the fourth of July."

Moka fingers tightened in Orihime's hair as she "accidentally" jerked the braid harder than needed," Really? Bulimic headcase eh?"

Orihime didn't notice the danger in Moka's voice as she continued, "I know right? What a loser that girl must be!"

"Anyway Kaien invited me to his house over the weekend."

"That's great." Moka pressed.

"I don't know Moka, I'm kind of scared."

"Scared? What are you scared of silly girl?"

Orihime absentmindedly played with her hair, "Ah...duh! Boys. I've never even gone to first base with a guy. What do I do?"

Moka's eye twitched, "Haven't you ever practiced with one of your girlfriends?"

"Eww. No that's gross!" Orihime scrunched her face up to show her disgust.

Moka let go of her hair and shook Orihime slightly to get her attention, "Umm. NO. It is not gross. How else do you think girls learn? Here turn around and face me."

Orihime turned to face Moka and the pink haired beauty then removed her dark sunglasses.

"Now close your eyes and wet your lips," she commanded.

Orihime looked stunned, "Are you for real?"

Moka's patience was getting thin, "Do you want to learn or not child!"

Orihime seemed to falter than and said, "I...I...guess, it still sounds gross."

Even so Orihime wet her lips and closed her eyes and Moka leaned in and kissed her chastely on the mouth.

"See that wasn't so bad."

Orihime looked relieved, "It was nothing," she said proud of herself and slightly embarrassed she had made a big deal.

Moka turned her big purple eyes directly at Orihime and she said softly, "Let's try it again, only this time I'm going to stick my tongue in your mouth. When I do that I want you to play with my tongue with yours, that is first base."

Orihime now looked scared again but said, "ok."

"Eyes closed," Moka reminded her.

Orihime does as she says and closes her eyes. Moka then leaned in, her mouth hovered over Orihime's for a second letting her feel her hot breath on her lips then Moka kisses her again. Except this time it was longer and deeper, she continued to kiss the brunette and pushed her tongue into Orihime's mouth. Orihime responds immediately and they begin to make out. Moka noticed Orihime's hands were now on the ground gripping the grass for dear life, she smiles inwardly and continues her seduction. Moka placed a pale silky hand on Orihime's thigh and moves it under her dress. Orihime let out a soft sigh and then Moka breaks away from the kiss. Both girls share a look and a smile.

"See. Not bad?" Moka questioned.

Orihime's face was flushed and she was breathing hard, "That was cool.."

"Maybe you should try it on your friend Uryu sometime?"

"What are you saying?" Orihime said blushing hard.

Moka feigned surprise, "Oh come on, you can't see he is crazy about you?"

"Is it that obvious?"

Moka just nods still smiling, she was thinking that this girl tasted like red bean paste...very odd.

Then Orihime opened up, admitting they had been exchanging love letters and how they both secretly are in love with each other but Orihime was too afraid to tell her mother.

Moka grabbed Orihime dramatically, "Listen to me. Your mother must never know. Never."

"Did you hide the love letters?"

Orihime nodded, "Yes. They're in this doll house in my room."

Moka smiled, "Bring me copies of the letters, if it's one thing I know it is love letters. I'll have Mr. Ishida eating out of the palm of your hand. Perhaps I can even arrange a get together for the two of you at my house."

Orihime looked stunned, "You would do that for me Moka-san?"

Moka growled lightly, "Don't call me that! And of course I'll do that for you, were friends right?"

Orihime seemed to bubble over, "Best friends!"

Rukia's Guest Room at Rosemond-

Rukia sat reading a book in her soft guest bed. She glanced at a picture of her dead mother, Hisana, which was placed on the nightstand next to the bed. Rukia was trying very hard to be positive lately, so she smiled to herself knowing her mother would be proud of her choices in life.

Rukia had her black hair pulled up into a loose pony tail today and she had chose a light purple sun dress that just fell onto her thighs, she looked healthy and radiant. Reading quietly still, she suddenly heard singing coming from outside. She scowled not being able to concentrate on her book anymore and walked out onto the balcony to see what the source of the noise was.

The night was beautiful outside, the moon large and she could hear crickets chirping in the distance. From the balcony she could see Ichigo lying in a floating pool chair and sipping a cocktail and listening to his Ipod. He was singing Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" in German.

The effect of Ichigo shirtless was not lost on the pure Rukia and she felt her face go warm. He was long and lean and tan, his chest was well defined and his wet orange hair hung carelessly into his eyes. He looked so damn hot. Rukia felt herself unbutton the top button of her tiny dress just to seek relief form the sudden lust she was feeling for this inappropriate young man.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" she yelled form the balcony.

Ichigo turned one eye up above him and said in a low voice, "You talking to me?"

"Look, I know this is your house and all, but do you think you could keep it down? I'm trying to read."

Ichigo hopped off the pool chair and into the water, he came back up chest glistening with water in the moonlight, "What'cha reading?"

Rukia paused, still feeling the effects of his near nudity making her dizzy, "The Fountainhead."

"Great book," Ichigo commented running his hands through the water absentmindedly.

Rukia narrowed her eyes skeptically, "Oh you've read it then?"

Ichigo saw the doubt in her large eyes and suddenly felt insulted. He watched her wait for his response, her small purple dress blowing up in the light summer wind, her little milky legs and thighs exposed to him at such an angle, he couldn't picture a more beautiful human in his mind.

"Several times. I'm not as dumb as I act, you know. When Howard Roark makes loves to Dominique Francon...most romantic scene in all of literature."

Rukia looked shocked, "Romantic? He rapes her."

"That's a matter of opinion," Ichigo snipped.

Rukia seemed slightly annoyed, "You need professional help."

Ichigo's amber eyes looked up to her and they were sparkling with the reflection of the water, Rukia felt herself involuntarily going weak in the knees, "Why don't you come join me for a swim and we'll discuss it?"

"At this hour? I don't think so."

Ichigo splashed some water into the air for effect and said, "Oh come on. Quit acting like a geriatric and get in the pool!"

"Gee with an invite like that, how can a girl refuse?"

Ichigo's face fell and then he tried another approach, "Please?"

Rukia sighed and shook her head at her own stupidity, "Give me a minute. I'll be right down."

"Thank you." Ichigo said from the pool and then he dunked his head under as Rukia vanished back into her room probably to find a suit. Ichigo couldn't believe his luck that he would get to see the pure flower near naked.

A/N Okay that's all for now! I hope you like my story and I promise next chapter IchiRuki pool fun! I will remind you though that this isn't a "happy slappy" story so there will be moments your hating me...lol...but keep reading! and don't forget RnR