"Are you sure you like the house, babe?" Ichigo asked his girlfriend, his arms wrapped around her petite frame. Both stood in front of the massive white house. Orihime's hopes for the relationship's future played like a movie in her mind. This was it. This is where the first step to forever would begin. It would all start right here.

"Yes, Ichigo. It's perfect!" Orihime smiled warmly, looking at her boyfriend with loving eyes.

"Well, that settles it! Congratulations on your new home! I'll allow the two of you to celebrate!" The relator smiled, handing the tiny key to the young couple as she walked past the two and headed to her car.

"I can't believe it! We're homeowners, Ichi! I'm so excited!"

Orihime gushed, standing in front of the porch, admiring the cottage home she could finally call her and her lovers.

"I'm glad you like it. This was the right choice for us."

Ichigo answered, brushing her soft strawberry blonde hair away from her delicate face. Ichigo and Orihime locked eyes for a moment more before sharing a passionate and romantic kiss. Orihime felt her boyfriend's lips form into a playful smirk. She suddenly felt his strong arms lift her from the ground carrying her bridal style, breaking the romantic kiss for just a minute.

"Ichigo!" Orihime yelped with a blush, feeling her boyfriend's hand slip under her dress.

"C'mon, we better get inside. Let's put our bedroom to good use." Ichigo smirked, beginning to place gentle kisses down her neck.

Orihime giggled and watched as her boyfriend rushed to get into the empty house.

*Two months later*

Two months had gone by since the couple moved into their new house. At this point, it felt more like Orihime's house since Ichigo seemed to travel consistently for his work. Unfortunately, Ichigo's constant travels put a massive strain on the relationship.

"Ichigo, you're going out of town again? You just came back four days ago. Do you have to leave tonight?"

Orihime frowned as she walked out of the attached bathroom. She sighed in disappointment, looking down at her lacey white satin babydoll. She even went the extra mile of doing both her hair and makeup. Any romantic plans for the night were now ruined. She hated how it seemed like her boyfriend of three years appeared to be so in and out of her life repeatedly.

"Orihime, I'm sorry, it's another work trip. I promise I'll make it up to you when I'm back."

Ichigo acknowledged how difficult it was for her and hated leaving her alone. Especially with the couple's fourth anniversary landing four days before he would be back.

"How long until your back? Will you at least be here for our anniversary?" Orihime asked. Her tone showed she was upset but somewhat hopeful he would be back before then. His work trips never took long. The most he would be gone was three days.

Ichigo sighed. He knew his answer would further escalate the growing conflict. "Three weeks." Ichigo replied as he quickly packed his luggage.

Orihime's heart dropped. Three weeks? She would spend three weeks all alone. She would spend valentines day alone and her anniversary all alone. Tears that were held back now streamed down her face. It just wasn't fair. Why did he always have to leave, why did his work always come first, why couldn't he prioritize her too.

Just before Ichigo could ask if she was ok, Orihime snapped.

"IT'S NOT FAIR!" Orihime lashed out, grabbing the tv remote and throwing it across the room. Ichigo had barely dodged it. Her face was now red, and her eyes filled with water.

"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS LEAVE ME! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" She cried out again. Ichigo understood how much it hurt her, but in his mind, she had no right to act out like this, especially since it was not his fault.

"Orihime, it's not my fault. Do you think I really enjoy leaving!?" Ichigo was taken back by the sudden outburst.

"Ichigo! You don't get it at all! You are constantly gone while I'm always alone! Are you actually gone because of work? Or, are you just messing around with somebody else!?" Orihime accused.

Ichigo's eyes widen at her accusation. So, that's what this was about. It upset him that she did not trust him enough or had faith in him.

"You have got to be kidding me? Really, you're doing this shit with me right now? No, of course not! I'm not messing around with someone else! Orihime, that's so stupid of you to think that way!"

Ichigo fired back. His voice became louder than before. Orihime felt as if she was being mocked.

"Oh! Oh! So now, I'm stupid? You know what? Fine, leave! I don't care anymore! It's nothing I'm not used to at this point!" She argued again.

"Orihime, you're being ridiculous. It's not my fault Orihime! I have to leave! The university needs me there! Do you even get how hard I work just to make you fucking happy?" Ichigo defended.

Ichigo worked as an English professor at an elite university in the city. The university gave Ichigo the offer to work as a translator at the new school that had opened right in the suburbs. Hence the reason the couple moved. Because of the delay with switching him over to the new position, he would have to work away from home most of the time. Ichigo watched Orihime stand across from him, waiting for her response. Orihime said nothing. She couldn't even look him in the eye.

He watched as she stood there, her dainty manicured hands balled into fists. Her mascara was now running down her face, her tiny feet planted into the white carpet. Her milky white skin and auburn locks complemented the seductive fabric that graced her petite body. Even in anger, her beauty still shinned. Maybe he was being too harsh. Besides, both valentines and their anniversary were going to be spent alone. Instead of getting her to see his point, he decided to see hers. She would come to her senses once she calmed down. Ichigo walked up to her and brought her into a soft embrace.

"I'm sorry I upset you; it won't be this way forever. I love you Orihime." Ichigo reassured her. He placed a soft kiss on her head. Orihime buried her head into the fabric of his black t-shirt. The musky smell of his cologne felt so calming and soothing.

"J-just try to make it back soon, Ichigo." Orihime said quietly. Her tears were slowing down.

"I promise I'll try my best." Ichigo assured her as he continued to hold her in his arms.

*The next evening*

Orihime laid down on the soft grey couch snuggling with the pink throw blanket (the hand-knitted blanket was a housewarming gift from Tatsuki). The brass chandelier that hung from the white paneled ceiling was dimmed, inviting a cozy atmosphere into the space. The last time she and Ichigo had talked was when he had gotten up this morning. She had not heard from him since and figured it was best not to bother him while away for work. Still, though, she missed him, and while he was only gone for a day, it felt like months. Sometimes Orihime dreamt of beating up the people in charge at Ichigo's work. She sighed in disgust as her eyes gazed at the TV. Suddenly, her pink iPhone 13 chimed; a text from her close friend Rangiku in a shared chat with her and Tatsuki.

Rangiku 💕 : Hey! We just want to check in and see how your feeling!

Quickly another message came in from Tatsuki.

Tatsuki 💜: Yeah, you've been quiet, and that's not like you when your ready to talk about it were both here to listen. 3

Orihime smiled at how caring and there her friends were for her. She always valued her friendships with both women. However, Orihime felt a sense of guilt. She focused so much on her boyfriend that she forgot about the other relationships in her life. Orihime sent a message explaining what had gone on the night before.

Tatsuki 💜: Ouch, that's rough, I'm so sorry Orihime.

Rangiku 💕: Aww, my poor Orihime, I'm sorry too. We'll be there in 20 minutes! I think a slumber party will lift our friend's spirits!

A-a, a slumber party? The last time a slumber party happened was right before college graduation. To think that almost a year had gone by so fast. But, maybe that's what Orihime needed, a good girls' night filled with gossip, snacks, drinks, facials, and cheesy rom-coms. Orihime then sent a message to the group that read.

Orihime: That sounds like fun! I'm in!

Tatsuki: Sweet!

Rangiku 💕: I'll bring the booze! Tatsuki, you bring snacks! I'll pick you up! See you soon Orihime!

Orihime felt a sudden excitement wash over her. She couldn't wait to spend time with her friends. Orihime dialed Ichigo to let him know about her plans. The phone rang four times. He must have fallen asleep. Instead of bothering him, she decided to let him know in the morning. Orihime made her way into the kitchen to gather plates, utensils, bowls, and cups for her guests. Orihime smiled as she admired all the hard work that... well, not Ichigo, rather the repairman their relator Nanao hired to do all the small but essential projects in the space. The only thing Ichigo really did was replace the lightbulb in the fridge and assemble the round table in the breakfast nook. Using Ichigo's major credit card for all of her kitchen decors counted for something at least?

Nonetheless, Orihime loved her french country-style kitchen and was proud of all the love put into bringing it together. After setting everything on the living room table, the door burst open.

"Knock, knock! Who's there? Oh, why it's the two of us!" Rangiku announced, holding a bottle of sake in one hand and a bottle of rose in the other.

"Rangiku! Tatsuki! Hi!" Orihime beamed. She walked up to her friends to help with the takeout bags and luggage.

"Hey, Orihime, the place looks great! The blanket looks so cute on the couch!" Tatsuki smiled as she set her duffle bag down on the step.

"Thanks! I really love it. Thank you again for the blanket!" Orihime said as she followed the girls into the front room. The girls all took their seats on the L-shaped couch and began to open the neatly tied bag.

"Wow! My favorite sushi! You guys did not have to do this!" Orihime gushed at the kind and thoughtful gift. It was her favorite sushi roll, the rainbow crunch roll, from the sushi place she loved back when she lived in the city.

"It was no problem. We wanted to do something to make you feel better." Tatsuki answered while opening the containers of sushi, dumplings, and other tasty foods. The girls then grabbed their chopsticks and watched Rangiku pour sake into the empty sake cups.

"Everything looks yummy! Let's dig in!" Orihime cheered. The flavors of the crab meat, avocado, salmon, and tempura flakes all combined beautifully together. Orihime smiled at the taste of the savory and sweet sushi roll. The girls all enjoyed the yummy dinner while taking sips of the expensive sake.

"So, how is being a homeowner going? I'm sure that is a wonderful accomplishment." Rangiku said while pouring herself another shot of sake.

"Oh uh, well. I mean, it's great!" Orihime answered as she continued to eat her sushi. Rangiku raised her brow and gave Orihime the spit-it-out type of look.

Orihime sighed in defeat.

"Well, it's... complicated. Ichigo and I originally moved here because of a new offer from his job. But there's been a delay in getting him set up here, so now he has to leave out of town constantly.

Don't get me wrong, Ichigo has helped with settling into the place, but I've been the one doing most of the stuff around here. I just feel so lonely and sad all the time. He says he understands, and he knows its not easy for me, but I don't think he actually understands how I'm feeling. I feel like he may be seeing someone else."

Orihime admitted, moving the empty sushi container away from her. Rangiku and Tatsuki both gave her a look of sympathy. Both girls thought about encouraging words or advice to tell her. Honestly, though, on one side, it looked odd, her boyfriend constantly leaving out of town, but on the other side, there is a fair chance it could've been for work.

"That does feel weird. Well, can I ask, what was Ichigo's response when you confronted him about the cheating?" Tatsuki questioned.

While Tatsuki cared for both Ichigo and Orihime- Tatsuki knew Ichigo could sometimes be a tad... off the hinges. Ichigo struggled greatly with anger issues and could be narcissistic at times. With Orihime, though it was different, he does say he is deeply in love with her and would never dare to hurt her verbally, and heavens forbid physically. But, despite that, she knew Orihime struggled a lot with anxiety and self-loathing thoughts. Tatsuki only hoped both of her friends would not fall back into the dark places they worked hard to get out of.

"Of course, you can ask. I don't mind. Well, the only thing he said about it was that it's stupid of me to think like that."

Now, that was something Tatsuki did not like hearing.

"That Ichigo, he can be a real dumbass sometimes! How is that stupid? I swear, I'm gonna make strawberry jam out of him with my fists when his ass comes back!" Tatsuki fumed. Rangiku intervened.

"Now, now, settle down there, Tatsuki. We all know guys sometimes say stupid stuff in the heat of a moment. Look, Orihime, I can see how your feeling this way. But think about it, why would he want to throw away an almost four-year relationship? Besides, he's down for you like super bad! He's always talking about you and how happy you make him whenever he's out with Shuhei and the rest of the guys."

Rangiku added on. It was true, Ichigo was really in love with her, whenever Orihime wasn't around, Ichigo would always talk to everyone he knew about how lucky he was to be with her and how happy he was the two of them were together.

Orihime felt a blush creep hearing Rangiku say this, and it gave her the reassurance she needed.

"You're right. I think it just get scared, because of what happened with you-know-who. That makes me feel better. I know Ichigo would never hurt me like that."

Orihime responded, feeling assured in her boyfriend's ability to protect the relationship they shared.

"Y'know, speaking of Shuhei, how is the wedding planning coming along? Did you two find a venue yet?" Orihime asked eagerly. Rangiku had recently become engaged with her boyfriend of seven years, Shuhei Hisagi, an older man with a promising career in journalism.

"It's been wonderful! We haven't found one yet, but we agreed on a small lowkey ceremony and reception, with just our close friends." Rangiku explained with a smile.

"That sounds beautiful! I'm so excited!" Orihime gushed, if it was one thing she loved was weddings. She looked forward to the day she could marry Ichigo.

"No way, that's insane!" Tatsuki exclaimed, watching the video on her social media feed. Both Rangiku and Orihime looked at her with a confused look.

"What's up, Tatsuki?" Orihime questioned.

"Get this! There's an actual website where you can send letters to prisoners!" Tatsuki said, showing the girls the video that played on her phone. Orihime and Rangikus's eyes widen at the video that showed a female sending a letter to a very attractive inmate.

"That guy is like, super cute!" Rangiku giggled.

"Rangiku! You're getting married!" Orihime and Tatsuki both shouted in unison. Rangiku rolled her eyes.

"What? That doesn't mean a girl can't look." Rangiku defended. "I thought writing letters was a thing in like the I dunno, the 1800s." Orihime added on. "Orihime, people still write letters, y'know." Tatsuki replied.

"We gotta check the site out." Tatsuki added. "I don't see why not." Orihime agreed. "Alright! Let's check out some hot bad boys!" Rangiku joked. Orihime and Rangiku watched as Tatsuki opened the safari app on her phone and typed in the same of the site. Upon first seeing the homepage, the website was filled with different people and their profiles.

Tatsuki scorlled down the site.

"Oh! Look at this guy!" Rangiku pointed to a man with messy blue hair and tattoos drawn on different parts of his face. Two cyan lines were outlined under his eyes, and a skull jaw was drawn along his jawline, bringing out his solid facial structure. While the man was indeed handsome, he had a look that could be only be described as wicked. His profile read.

Name: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Age: 24

Height: 6'1

Weight: 176 lbs.

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Introduction: Name's Grimmjow. I don't really care for shit like this.

"I mean, the guy is a total hunk, but he is a total buzzkill, thank you, next." Rangiku spoke while drinking another glass of sake.

"He just sounds, and looks, like a total ass." Tatsuki added on.

"Eh, he does not seem too friendly, I guess?" Orihime mentioned she could feel the sake starting to get to her.

"Keep going, Tatsuki. Let's see who else is on here." Rangiku giggled.

Tatsuki continued going down the list of different people.

"Hmm, let's see this guy." Tatsuki stated. The girls gave a puzzled look at the man they found next. This guy had an even more sinister look than the one from before. The pink-haired man wore an eerie smile. His amber eyes looked twisted.

"Ew! This guy is creepy! Get him off!" Rangiku protested, looking away from the phone. His profile read.

Name: Szayelaporro Granz

Age: 26

Height:6'1

Weight:147 lbs.

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Introduction: Hello, allow me to introduce myself. I am Szayelaporro Granz. My passion is science. I could only describe myself as a truly perfect being with not a single flaw in sight.

All of the girls gave a look of disapproval at the bright screen. "I mean, at least he has more personality than the first guy." Orihime shrugged her shoulders.

"If this jackass claims to be this perfect being with not a single flaw in sight, how'd he end up behind bars?" Tatsuki mocked. If it was, one thing, she hated the most was self-absorbed men.

"He's creepy and a tool! NEXT!" Rangiku ordered.

"The site even includes the inmate's star signs. My question is- do prisoners believe in astrology?" Orihime questioned.

"Forget that. How are computers even allowed?" Tatsuki asked with a laugh. "Who even knows? Maybe one of you girls should go to jail and find out." Rangiku teased sarcastically, earning another giggle from both Tatsuki and Orihime.

Some more sips of sake, and 15 pages later, the girls continued to browse the site. Each of the girls took turns choosing a profile to read and look at. Well, not all the women, really, and truthfully it was Tatsuki and Rangiku taking turns picking guys and criticizing each other's taste in the opposite sex.

"Ohhhh, check out this guy." Tatsuki mentioned as she clicked on his profile. The profile took a few seconds to load. Afterward, the girls were greeted with the man's photo and information. This man stood out the most. His skin was pale in color, his hair darker than ebony. But, what seemed to draw Orihime in the most were his deep and rich green eyes. He appeared to almost be mournful in a way? Nonetheless, the man was undeniably gorgeous.

"Why, hello, sexy vampire, what do you ladies think?" Rangiku smirked.

"Eh, I don't know. This guy is giving me a weird vibe. What about you Orihime?" Tatsuki asked, looking at Orihime, who seemed very focused on the attractive man on Tatsuki's screen.

Orihime had never felt this kind of magnetic pull before. What was this electric feeling within her? Was this some sort of attraction? No. She was not supposed to be attracted to this guy. She was only attracted to Ichigo. This is just some stranger and not to mention a prisoner, who most likely committed a very dangerous and heinous crime. Orihime had not realized her friend was speaking to her until a minute of silence passed.

"Oh! Uh, he's ok I-I guess." Orihime murmured under her sake-filled breathe. Her friends decided not to mind her awkward reply and clicked on his profile. Tatsuki and Rangiku were now both very much intoxicated.

Name: Ulquiorra Cifer

Age: 28

Height:5'11

Weight:145 lbs.

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Introduction: Hello, My name is Ulquiorra. Normally I am not the kind to be social. Regardless I find the lack of human communication and bleak walls insufferable, hence why I've decided to go through with joining this website. My interests include astronomy, reading, and writing.

I am not looking to be a "school project subject" or a "prison boyfriend" if that is your intent, I ask you not to go forward with writing to me.

"Ouch, that ending sentence was kinda harsh." Rangiku finished.

The more Orihime looked at Ulquiorra, the more she felt an intense feeling of sorrow for him.

"Guys, he looks so sad. I think I want to write him a letter. I'm sure he'd like hearing some kind words." Orihime spoke with a sympathetic tone. Orihime could not help but feel a sense of compassion for him.

Tatsuki was already drunk because it took her a few moments to come up with a response.

"Orihime, the guy is behind bars, of course, he's gonna be sad."

Tatsuki remarked sarcastically.

"I know that, Tatsuki." Orihime responded, taking a final sip of sake.

"Ohhh, Tats! Our girl is writing to an actual prisoner! Do it! Do it!" Rangiku drunkenly exclaimed. Tatsuki flashed a mischievous grin.

"Yeah! Do it, Orihime!" Tatsuki shouted. Both Tatsuki and Rangiku had one too many to drink. Orihime decided she was done at her third shot.

Absolutely not, no way, she would not do something so reckless and careless. It was also be disrespecting Ichigos boundaries.

"N-n-no! That is so dangerous and stupid! Besides, I have a boyfriend! I can't do that!" Orihime gasped.

"Booooo! Boring! Tomato! Tomato!" Rangiku spoke loudly, mimicking an audience throwing tomatoes. Orihime stood silent.

"Orihime, it's not like your sending sexy photos to the guy or cheating on your boyfriend; you're just offering kind words. So it's not that serious. Besides, if the roles were reversed, Ichigo would most likely do the same. So what could possibly go wrong?" Tatsuki mumbled at this point. She was now a mess.

"Alright, alright, fine! Let me grab a pen and paper." Orihime answered.

She headed into the office and looked through the neatly organized desk drawers. Soon enough, she was able to find what she needed.

This felt exciting? Something about what she was doing made her feel a thrill that words couldn't explain. Orihime missed nights like this, nights that involved making silly decisions that would turn into cherished core memories.

"Alright! I got it!" Orihime called out as she walked back to the living area, lifting the materials signaling her friends she found what was needed.

"Yay!" Rangiku cheered. She and Tatsuki watched as Orihime set her stationary down. Orihime sat on the fluffy area carpet. She took a moment to think of what to write.

"Guys, what do I write?" Orihime asked, still holding onto her pen.

"I don't know your name? Introduce yourself?" Rangiku suggested, laying down on the couch.

"Tatsuki, what do you think?" Orihime asked Tatsuki this time, hoping to get a better answer.

"Uhhhhhhhh." Tatsuki couldn't give an actual response. It was hopeless. Orihime decided just to wing it. Besides, the chances of this guy actually reaching out seemed small. This was all in good fun—nothing more and nothing less.

Orihime began to write. Her penmanship proved to be impressive. Her hard work back at the calligraphy club she joined in high school definitely showed through the delicate curves, crossing, and dotting of each letter.

Finally, after a few minutes of writing, she was done.

"Hi! My name is Orihime Inoue. I'm a 24-year-old social media influencer. I'm a Virgo. My birthstone is a sapphire. I love astronomy too! I also love baking animals, and I hope to adopt a puppy soon! I'm a bit of a klutz, and some people may say I'm... a little emotional. I found your profile and decided to say hello! I noticed you are into astronomy, just like me! May I ask, what got you into it? What is your favorite planet? And what is your favorite thing about space? What got me into astronomy was reading a book about it for a school project. I've fallen in love with it ever since!

My favorite thing about it is that there is still so much we have yet to discover, there's so much strange stuff up in the sky we have yet to see, and I think that's super cool! My favorite planet... really it's a star, is the sun! It's also my favorite tarot card! Although, I'm not sure if you are into that sort of thing.

Anyways, it was nice getting to write to you!

, Orihime

"Alright, I'm done!" Orihime announced to both women, who had observed.

"Finally." Both Rangiku and Tatsuki said in unison. Orihime folded the paper, placed it in the envelope, sealed it, addressed it, and stamped it. "All ready! Time to go in the mailbox" Orihime giggled as she stood up and began to make her way out. Rangiku and Tatsuki followed.

The girls stepped into their shoes before heading outside. The cold wind hit Orihimes's exposed legs and arms. Maybe throwing on some sweatpants and not walking out in just her sleeping shorts and tank top would've been a good idea. Orihime walked up to the black mailbox. Quickly opening the mailbox, she dropped the letter and lifted the red carrier flag. It was frigid outside. Rain began to fall.

"Orihime! Hurry up! I'm freezing! It's raining! and I'm drunk!" Rangiku yelled from the porch. "Yeah, Orihime! C'mon, let's watch a movie!"

Tatsuki called out.

"Oh! Sorry! I'm coming!" Orihime responded as she quickly walked back into the house.

The night concluded with watching a cheesy rom-com movie. Orihime had gone to her bedroom to sleep while her guests went into their private rooms. Orihime opened the door and made a b-line for her king-sized bed. Tonight was the exact fun she needed. However, the moment her head hit the pillow, she could not help but wonder what would happen if this guy did write back? Orihime felt guilty. She knew if Ichigo caught wind of what happened, he would be extremely upset. She was too tired to think about it and decided to deal with it in the morning.

A week had gone by since Orihime sent the letter. She thought about it from time to time. She still felt guilty for doing it, but much to her relief, she had not gotten a response. While doing a load of laundry, she wondered what had happened to her letter.

"Maybe it got lost in the mail, or maybe it was thrown away, it's for the better anyhow- I should stop worrying and forget it happened."

Orihime reassured herself while folding the remainder of warm clothes that had just finished drying. But then, there was a knock at the door.

Orihime paused what she was doing. She was not expecting company, and she had no grocery deliveries due for today. So, who could be out there? She grabbed the closet thing to her; She could use a weapon—a pair of scissors placed onto the washing machine to cut loose threads from her sheets. Holding the dull scissors close to her, she walked carefully to the door before approaching the door. She peeked to see who it was. And, much to her pleasant surprise, it was her beloved Ichigo. She instantly dropped her weapon to the ground and ran to the front door.

"My Ichi-baby! I missed you so much!" She cried out in joy as the door flew open. She quickly wrapped him in a tight hug. He carried her from the ground as her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Honey, I'm home!" Ichigo joked, looking into her eyes and placing a sweet kiss on her cheek.

"I thought you weren't going to be home until two more weeks?" Orihime asked. She missed him so much. Even though it was just a week, it felt like years.

"Yeah, well, I was allowed to leave early. I talked to the dean about everything. She was nice enough to offer two weeks off." Ichigo explained. Orihime felt overjoyed at the news. It turns out there was hope for both valentines day and the longly awaited fourth anniversary. Orihime wondered what could've made the dean give her boyfriend that much time off. Was he planning some kind of fairy-tale-like getaway for the two of them? Would he finally be popping the question? Orihime felt her heart, and her thoughts begin to race.

Rather than saying anything, Orihime pulled him into a hungry kiss. Her hands began to run through his soft locks of hair and soon enough back to wander down to his neck. Her soft lips pressed against his own as she continued pulling at his hair, signaling she wanted more of him. Soon enough, he carried her inside, paying no mind to the bags that sat outside. The sudden movement caused Orihime to stop what she was doing.

"Why'd you stop?" Ichigo asked with a frown. Orihime giggled.

"Ichigo, why don't you put your stuff upstairs and get settled in. I'll be up there in a second. I just need to check the mail." She suggested with a smile. A very aroused Ichigo agreed. Orihime waited for him to gather his things. She giggled as he hurried up the carpeted stairs.

Orihime walked outside to the mailbox. Upon opening the mailbox, she was greeted with junk mail and bills. She doubled check to make sure she did not forget anything. She saw an odd and bigger envelope pushed way in the back.

"Hm? What's this?" Orihime wondered what it possibly might be. She reached in and pulled it out.

Notice! This is in communications with the Karakura correctional center

the contents of this are uncensored.

"What's this?" Orihime's eyebrows furrowed at the odd notice on the back of the envelope. She turned around the envelope. And, there it was, the sight that made her stomach fall to the ground within seconds.

It was a letter addressed to her from Ulquiorra Cifer.

"Oh, shit..." Orihime trembled from under her breathe.

"Orihime, are you ok?" Ichigo called out as he walked up to the front door that was left open.

"Uh! Yeah! I'll be there in just a second!" She giggled nervously. Where the fuck would she hide this thing?