Ch.2 Arrive the Ishida's

My embodiment of a perfect man…is NOT Mr. Keigo. This sleaze of a man, is interested in my best guy-friend's girlfriend, Rukia-san! Ssh, you mustn't tell anyone. I've come across this most grotesque fact while eavesdropping on a conversation with his partner, Mr. Mizuro something or other, a manager in a sister publishing company. I've not had the pleasure of working with him, thank God. He seems to also be the sloppy leech Mr. Keigo is. No wonder those two work well with each other. They're both lazy, perverted slime-balls.

"Inoue-san"

"Hai, sir!" jolted Orihime. My god, I didn't even notice him standing at my door!

"Staring off into space are we? You know, money revolves with time and money makes the world go round. Can't possibly make any money now can we, if we keep wasting valuable time dreaming of possibly, some boy, or… a vacation we all need so badly right now…"

"Yes, Urahara-san," this is the big kahuna himself, the owner of the Urahara publishing house that I'm working for! My goodness…I'll be shacked!. Stupid stupid Orihime!

Looking at Inoue's flushed face, Urahara is satisfied and with a mischievous smile slipped out of her office.

"Oh by the way Inoue-san" he popped in one more time.

"Yes Mr. Urahara?"

"Mr. Keigo has so kindly recommended you to be an assistant to his partner Mr. Mizuiro in the art department. He heard your artwork is wonderful and is asking you to design a couple characters for his new manga that will be published next month, Bleach. Of course, realize with this, you'll receive a promotion and a higher pay ratio than most of the other employees here. Artists have been hard to find lately and you, Miss Inoue, are indeed a rare and talented artist if I may say so myself," praised Urahara kindly. (Sometimes it's hard to tell what expression that man wears…his queer ugly green and white hat conceals everything, especially his eyes.)

"Thank you so much Mr. Urahara," stammered Inoue, embarrassed with this much compliments of her artwork.

"Yes…, now get back to work."

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Oh my gosh I'm late! An orange-haired Japanese girl darting quickly about the crowd in the LAX airport bumped almost everyone and everything she came across. It made for a very interesting entertainment for the staff that usually goes about their boring daily routines. One time she even tripped over a trolley standing still and fell flat on her face amidst the gasping crowd.

" Whew! I'm alright I'm alright! Pardon me pardon me!"

Inoue Orihime ran with all her might and as far as her little legs can carry her to station 9 where she knew the Ishida's have arrived.

"There you are daughtah!"

"It's just like you to be so punctual on an important day-uh!" whispered my Mom.

Please mom, you don't need to embarrass me even more.

"Ishida Otsuka, please let meh introduce my daughtah, Orihime."

"It's very nice to meet you Orihime. Your mom has told me so much about you!" the elegant tall woman with captivating black hair said without a single Japanese accent.

"Now please, let me have the pleasure of introducing my son. This is Ishida Uryuu. He's two years older than you I believe."

Out stepped a tall, lean-muscled, dark-haired man, whose mouth seems set on a permanent frown. He wore gleaming square glasses that contributed more to his ominous and stern look. Hehe, he kind of reminds me of Ichigo. He used to wear that same scowl on his face everywhere until he met Rukia-san. Then again, who can not smile when they're around the cheerful and mature Rukia?

"It's nice meeting you Inoue-san. I finally get to see the face my mom has been talking so endlessly about. The way she talks about you, it now seems redundant. She apparently has fallen in love with you, and expects me too as well. However, I have, with all due respect Inoue-san, not the slightest intention of dating you, having a courtship with you, or marrying you. The thought has never even entered my head. The realization that I'll be stuck with a clumsy orange-haired (not to mention slightly big..there..) girl for the rest of my life is utterly driving me to the edge of my reason. So with this, Inoue-san, let us spend our two weeks with as much civility as possible and please, don't take my distant manner towards you as something personal. The reasons, which I've clearly outlined prior to what I've said just now, are I believe, a satisfactory explanation."

Inoue pathetically stood numb a couple minutes understanding only half the speech that poured out of Ishida's mouth. The hand that she kindly gave to shake in friendliness was hung ignored in mid-air. Her mouth gaped in a frozen smile, and her eyes mirrored her smile, in that it was blank and obviously forced. Her face very much resembled a Kogepan (baked bread doll, Japanese toy) that looked like it was constipating. Poor Orihime was at a loss for words. She wasn't very quick in uttering words that had nothing to do with "SCREW YOU YOU as;dfj;sladfj;sldkfj;saf" right now. Meanness…was, unfortunately, just NOT her nature. Inoue was, at first, pleased with the very fluent and even elegant English that poured out of his mouth. Secondly, his incredible physique is unexpected (for a Japanese boy… Kurosaki-kun is an exception…). However, his insolence and the degree of rudeness with which he said his...over-flowery speech just a minute ago, blew all her positive compliments about him away. Away to Timbuktu, AWWWAAAYYY as far as the galaxy can stretch! She was downright surprised that such behavior is possible in a man.

Wait..what…WHAAT? MARRY ...ME? She screamed inwardly.

"It's nice meeting you too, Ishida-san…" Inoue smiled half-heartedly.

Man oh man…what am I gonna do!