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Chapter 38: Let's be Introduced!

-At Hotel Red, Central Tokyo. 10:39 pm-

"If there isn't anything else that Ochi-sama requires, I am going to be taking my bath now."

"Oh sure, go ahead Inai-san. I'm sure he's going to call." I said while tightening the grip of the blanket around me.

He bowed as he turned to leave in the direction of the bathroom. Urahara-san, still hasn't called and I've been here since 7:30. It's not like spending time with Inai-san isn't any fun. It's just, a little weird! I mean, he stares at me. He finished grading the students' homework within five minutes of entering the room. And he's spent the rest of his time asking me if I needed anything, eventually bringing me a blanket, and the rest: stares.

I told him he could sit next to me if he wanted, but he shook his head to decline and then continued staring! I know that I'm supposed to be used to getting stared at by my students when I teach class. But that's when they're supposed to do that! Inai-san just keeps his gaze on me and nothing else in the room. I don't care how handsome he is or how he kind of looks like my dad. He's creepy! Why did my grandfather send such a particular creepy guy to be here?

At least he's not staring at me right now and he's in the bath. He's naked right now! Just twenty yards away, he's naked. Oh I'm sure a lot of people are naked right now. The people beneath this room are probably naked. The ones above are naked too. There's no need to get freaked out about this one. But damn it, it's almost 11:00 and Urahara should have called me by now. I walked by the window a couple times and I felt the strange energies fade away to barely noticeable around nine. So why hasn't he called?

I stared at my phone. 'No miss calls', it said in the screen. I pressed one hand against the glass of the large panel window; there was no strange sensation.

"Should I call him?" I asked myself while sighing.

"Go ahead." Crazy Drunk Scorpion's voice was a little louder than normal.

"What if, he's already gone to bed and forgot to call me?" My voice was sad.

"Then head on home yourself." Crazy was annoyed.

"But what if, Urahara-san gets mad that I went back to Karakura when he didn't give me tell me it was safe yet?"

"Tell him I told you it was safe." Crazy said with confidence.

"I think that I'll call him."

"To pick Ochi-sama up?" Inai asked me. He just stepped out of the bath, wearing the smallest white towel that I've ever seen! His body...! His body was fit! Well formed muscles everywhere! I mean, Urahara-san is fit, but he's abnormal! Inai-san, his perfect arm and shoulder muscles, endless abs, defined chest, and legs. The sight was unreal! I couldn't even tell that he had these major muscles all over his body when he was wearing his suit! But he's dripping wet all over the floors while clutching the edges of a hand towel that is precariously covering the part that makes him a man.

His brown hair was messy and dark; his gaze was more direct and penetrating than ever before. I could only stare at him in awe, because I didn't think a man could be as beautiful as he was. The barely there towel he was holding onto was absorbing the water that was running off him, and there were details that are being revealed! And something definitely was..!

I turned my head away not quick enough from the sight of him and faced the window. I still got to see his reflection! Why do you betray me reflective surfaces?!

"I, I'm.... I am going to call..." I took a deep breath, "Urahara-san...to..."

"I know it is late, Ochi-sama. I heard Ochi-sama talking to herself while sounding distressed."

"And that's why..?" I turned my head the slightest bit to look at him while I was speaking to him. Yep, still perfect back there.

"I will get dressed and take you to your residence. I will only be a moment." He bowed formally. Oh don't bow like that your barely there towel moved upward by a few centimeters!

He turned around and walked back towards the bathroom. I watched his reflection walk away until it disappeared out of sight. I leaned forward and hit my forehead into the window with a 'pang'. This isn't the work of a cruel Kami-sama, it's the work of a cruel grandfather who apparently thinks it's fun to send a seriously hot yet unknown model/actor/idol my way. I struck my forehead a few more times before I felt a large warm hand encompass my right shoulder.

I shouldn't have been at all shocked or surprised; but I gasped anyways and nearly fell over backwards. Inai caught me in his arms before I completed my decent to the floor. He pulled me in close to his body and held me in place. His hair was still wet and I felt some drops of water fall on my face. He helped me back up onto my feet as when he asked me if I was ready to leave. I nodded and followed him to the doors.

He changed clothes into something more casual; a gray sweater with some dark wash jeans. He also brought along his coat and wrapped it around my shoulders while we were still indoors. Inai kept his proximity close to me; a bit too close. Does he like being this close to me? Is it professional? Not even the employees at the Kazehana mansion and headquarters got this close. Although, the makeover team got even closer to me than this! He texted the valet people for the car to be ready before he exited the hotel.

The valet man gave Inai a strange and suspicious look when he handed Inai the keys to his Lamborghini. All I could feel was a flush of embarrassment. The expression on that man's face was too, incriminating! Even though nothing really happened between Inai and I. I wouldn't even be feeling embarrassed if it wasn't for Inai's 92 percent nakedness. What a guy, he wasn't even moved or embarrassed by being that scantily clad!

In the car ride back, I pretended to 'doze off' so the situation would not get increasingly odd. I knew he was taking some time to look at me and I did my best not to make any facial movements. After a while he seemed assured that I was indeed asleep. Oh Ochi, you sly actress! And he felt confident enough to take my right hand into his left. He was casually holding my hand in his, and held it! No reactions, Ochi! Don't move! Don't change your breathing patterns in any way!

I did slip up slightly when I tilted my head to the left. He loosened his hold on my hand for a few moments as he slowed down his driving. It stayed this way for a long while. Sometimes, he would gently squeeze my hand, other times he would use his thumb to stroke the back of my hand. His hand was soft and warm. This was a very 'boyfriend/girlfriend' moment, although we weren't like that. I don't know if he was just trying to be tender or if he really did have some sudden and strange attraction to me. But this has 'trouble' written all over it. He released his hold on my hand to park in my driveway. It's time for my miracle waking up acting skills.

I took in a small breath as I prepared to slightly open my eyes. I made the smallest shifting movements as I felt my seatbelt being unbuckled. I opened my eyes halfway to find that Inai was on the passenger side of the car trying to remove me out of the car himself. Without a word, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to my doorstep. My front doors had already been opened, the living room light was turned on. How the heck did he do that so quickly? Maybe he's not as human as I believed.

He carried me up the stairs in a steady pace. It was very different from Urahara's 'rush to the bedroom' pace. After he carefully laid me on my bed; he removed my ankle high boots and asked me once again, if there was anything else I needed. I shook my head at him. He bowed and exited my house.

I woke up at the godless hour of six. But I really needed to use the bathroom so it was okay. I checked my phone afterwards, still no missed calls. So Urahara-san probably did just go to bed and forgot to call me. That bastard. I should have just spent the night at Hotel Red. I could have been enjoying a complimentary continental breakfast right now. I sighed as I walked downstairs.

The kitchen was filled with the scents of fresh pancakes, sliced fruits, pork sausage links and fried potatoes. Who was cooking for me? Did Urahara-san come here early to make me a surprise breakfast?! I hurried downstairs happily. Even though I had just woken up, I was already hungry.

"I accept your apology, Urahara-san!" I said while stepping into the kitchen.

Inai-san lifted his eyes towards me. I pretend I didn't see him and looked around the living room. Urahara-san was not present. I peered back at Inai as he bought his eyes to meet mine.

"Good morning!" I beamed with nothing else legitimate to say.

"Good morning, Ochi-sama. Did you sleep well last night?"

"Sure did." I nodded while walking to the dining table.

He had already set the table with the different foods he had prepared. When exactly did he get here? He must have woken up early to come here; he's already in his work clothes. He pulled out a chair for me and slid it behind me as I sat. He rested his right hand below the base of my neck as if it was a normal thing to do. Urahara-san doesn't even do that with me. He only did things like that if he thought some guy was checking me out. Otherwise he didn't bother.

"You cooked all of this?" I asked him while picking up a fork.

"Yes, I woke up early and got ingredients from the hotel before coming." He spoke with a warm smile while maintaining his hand presence.

I cut into a banana topped pancake stack with a butter knife and fork. I took out a small piece and placed it into my mouth. It was delicious! So sweet and buttery! Mmmm, he could have a permanent job as a chef! He watched me as I chewed. I stared at him back and he didn't break his concentration at all!

"How is it?" He asked with the expectation of an immediate response.

I sat quietly, staring back at him. I turned my head away from him and paused for a few short moments before saying, "I only like pancakes made with poppy seeds and almonds."

He took a step back.

"I never heard about this. I was told that this is what you like to eat." His voice was filled with sadness and despair.

"I was just kidding about that. It's good." I said while eating another piece.

He turned away and walked into the living room area; admiring framed photographs of my family. With an outreached hand, he looked as if he wanted to touch one of the pictures of my parents.

"So, what's going to happen now that I'm back teaching? Are you going to go back to your regular post in the company?" I said while clearing my throat.

"I am not sure that I follow what Ochi-sama is stating." His eyes were still fixated on the 8x10 picture.

"I mean, what did you do before you were assigned to teach for me?" I restated my question.

"Forgive me for not understanding what Ochi-sama spoke of earlier. I was originally apart of the Public Relations team of the Entertainment Branch."

"PR, that's what you were doing before taking up teaching for me. That's quite the change." I smirked at him. How could my grandfather pull him from that to do something like my job?

"I did not mind it when Chitose-san asked me to do this. In truth, I do not think anyone else within the company would have been more qualified. I… would do anything for Ochi-sama's comfort."

My eyes widen at him. I really didn't know what to say to him because I don't even know this guy. But he's professional and plays with the limits of personal space. But he is in PR, so I guess that's what he's used to.

"If you want to look at more photos, I've got a few albums you could look at." I stood up from the table.

"That will not be necessary. I only wished to see some pictures from Ochi-sama's youth."

"It's okay it will help pass the time before I have to head to work."

I opened the cabinet near the bookshelf and pulled out two leather bound albums. He took the albums from my arms and walked over to the couch.

After I was finished eating breakfast, I went upstairs to freshen up and change into my work clothes. I have five new transfer students I need to introduce to my class. I decided on wearing something casual. Loose fitting gray corduroys pants, a yellow shirt, with a baby blue cardigan that Urahara-san bought me. He claimed it was a good luck charm for the development of a baby boy. I informed him he was a superstitious idiot but thanked him regardless.

Inai was sitting on the couch, flipping through the pages of the old photo albums. It would still be another twenty minutes before I would have to leave for work. I thought about the possibility of either staying in my room to burn off that time, but that would be kind of rude. Sighing, I walked over to where he was and sat down next to him. I peered over to see which family pictures he was admiring, and he was staring at my father's picture intently.

"That's my dad, Ochi Kazuma." I said pointing at his face.

He raised his eyes to meet mine. The expression on his face said, 'Aren't you going to say anything? I look like your dad. Don't you want to know why? I was cloned from his DNA and grown in a fish tank.'

"Geh?" I widened my eyes as I tilted my head.

"Is something the matter?" His expression was completely serious.

"I thought there was something familiar about you when I first saw you, but I couldn't find the reason why until now…"

"I look familiar to you?" His lips curled for a soft smile.

"Yes, you and my ex have the same color eyes!" I spoke with forced surprise.

His face was covered with disappointment.

"Is that so?" He huffed with annoyance.

"Yeah, but Andre turned out to be a bastard. Oh well." I crossed my arms.

~In the Car~

"Is Ochi-sama excited about the new transfer students?" He asked me while making a right turn.

"Ochi-sama is not excited." I spoke robotically.

Things admittedly got awkward after sifting through the albums. I'm not going to tell him he looks oddly similar to my father. I'm not going to say anything about that. I'm going to call my grandfather when I have free time to question him about his decision to hire someone who looks like my dad to work with me. It would be crazy if my grandfather did not see the resemblance! I'm only going to talk about it if Inai mentions something about it. Hopefully, it will never come to that and the subject just won't be brought up. But for right now, a burning silence is occurring between me, Inai, and Kami-sama.

Standing in the principal's office, were my five new transfer students and Rukia. Actually, that Renji bastard is among my new students? I knew it. I knew it! There's a shameless adult woman, a bald dude, a pretty boy and a child here as well. The all looked like they were in a fight recently, by the way they had small bruises on their faces and arms, and by the bandages some of them were wearing. Except the pretty boy who looked uninjured. What a strange bunch! Why are they all coming to my classroom?

"Good morning." I said with a bow.

(Said with Fakeness) "Good morning Ochi-sensei, how was your trip?" Rukia asked me right away.

"Good, it's so nice you see you again. Are these my new students? Thank you for helping them out~! If I didn't already have a class rep, I'd nominate you." I spoke with an equal amount of fakeness.

"My name is Hitsugaya Toushiro." The white haired kid spoke up. He looks pretty serious though. He looks more professional looking than Rukia or Renji.

"I'm the 3rd seat of the 11th division, Madarame Ikkaku." The bald guy pointed at himself.

Hitsugaya gave Ikkaku a dirty look. I guess he wasn't supposed to introduce himself in that way.

"I am the 5th seat of the 11th division, Ayasegawa Yumichika. Although I should be the 4th seated member, I decided against it because the number four is not beautiful." The pretty one said while fluttering his eyelashes. He is pretty, but he's obviously an idiot.

"Abarai Renji." Renji said. He didn't bother with introducing himself because I already knew who he was.

"Hello there~ I'm Matsumoto Rangiku!" The large breasted woman said in a cheerful voice. "I've heard so much about you Misato-chan!"

The rest of the 'students' somehow lost all of their color and turned completely white! She just called me, 'Misato-chan'!

Matsumoto immediately hugged me and a majority of her exposed breasts were suffocating me with their sheer size! I thought I could pass out from lack of oxygen, but she released her grip on me to kneel down and touch my stomach with both hands. She pressed her face into my midsection to seemingly get closer to the baby. This sort of closeness is odd.

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" She asked me with a large smile. Part of her makeup was missing from her face. It relocated itself on my new cardigan…..

"It's too early to tell. It's only been eight weeks." I bit back a lot of anger and the urge to slap. Urahara bought me this cardigan!

She grabbed my left hand and yanked it towards her face.

"What a beautiful ring! I never thought Urahara was the marrying kind. Actually there was a rumor in the Soul Society about him being, you know." She raised her left eyebrow as she spoke.

Hitsugaya cleared his throat, loudly. I was feeling the same way he was. She's not supposed to openly talk about the Soul Society in front of a 'human'. Though I don't count as one anymore, the principal is still here.

"I love babies although I haven't seen very many of them." She pouted while looking visibly upset.

"I haven't seen very many babies either." That was a true statement.

"Why do you think that is?" She asked me.

"It could be because of the wide use of contraception?" I pondered. I really haven't seen many babies outside of diaper commercials.

"And you didn't use contraception?" The look in her eyes was sly and knowing.

"Oi!" Said the group of the male transfer students in unison!

Oi indeed! This lady is bold as heck!

"Well, the classroom is 1-3, please wait outside to be introduced. Okay?" I smiled nervously.

"Sure~!" Matsumoto was the first to answer. I wanted to believe she was just acting like Rukia, but her mood is too sincere!

I exited the principal's office and walked over to where Inai was waiting. He was chatting with a large group of female students. Most of them weren't from my class; a lot of them were 2nd years and 3rd years. More bold ladies in the morning. He caught sight of me and raised his hand to acknowledge my presence.

"Excuse me…" He said while attempting to part ways with the group of high school girls.

"Sorry to bother you, Inai-san, but my cardigan got makeup on it. Do you think you could drop it off at the cleaners for me?" I said while holding up the cardigan in my arms.

"Of course. I'll drop it off right away."

What's happening? Ochi-sensei is treating Inai-sensei like he's his slave!

I heard that she's pregnant. Do you think that it's his?

No way! Inai-sensei is too cute for megane person like her! (Megane = Glasses wearing nerd.)

I gave the high school girls an annoyed look. They turned away and continued to whisper. I really don't want to go to class today. Not with those students. I fret about having to stand next to that Matsumoto. She's going to make my small chest look even more insignificant! I already avoid standing next to Inoue whenever I can. And she might randomly touch my stomach and call me, 'Misato-chan' in front of the whole class!

Hopefully, they'll try to act like normal students in front of other people.

Astrology for Virgo (Ochi Misato):

Love: 10/10 Hearts

Money: 9/10 Hearts

Luck: 1/10 Hearts

If you're in a relationship, your love life will be perfect. Plan a romantic dinner for the two if you and the fireworks will set off. In your professional life this week, you will have bad luck and your days will be filled with dread and embarrassment. Watch out for rivals, enemies, and the new people you will meet during this week.

~End Chapter 38~