Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they all belong to the wonderful Tite Kubo; with the exception of Ramona and a few others to come (they are indeed figments of my own imagination).

Author notes: Voices written Like this belong to otherworldly beings. Roles will sometimes reverse with Orihime's voice as this and the otherworldly being's voice written normally. Dreams, visions, or thoughts will be written 'in this manner.'

Finally, I would like to remind all of you that this story will contain mature content not suitable for all readers, that is why it is labeled as such. So little ones please stray elsewhere.

Enjoy!

A Night Out

Ichigo was seconds away from knocking on Orihime's door, when he heard a familiar voice call his name. He returned to his room and curiously stared down the soul reaper.

Rukia sat against the windowsill and looked as if something was bothering her.

"It's Renji...he needs your help."

In a flash Ichigo had changed forms. It had been awhile since he had heard that someone needed his help, especially a friend. Everyone seemed to have their own things going on; too busy to even hang out now that there was no longer a reason to.

"What's wrong with Renji?" Ichigo quickly followed Rukia who was leading him to soul society.

The Seireitei was bright and sunny as usual. Soul reapers were scattered everywhere. Some transporting piles of paperwork, others training, and many just enjoying their leisure. Ichigo and Rukia made their way towards where Renji resided. Loud yells could be heard coming from inside, seeming as if the man was in grave danger. Ichigo raced in there curious to know what was going on.

"No not that! Anything but that!"

Ichigo frowned at the scene before him. Young female soul reapers surrounded Renji, with each of them holding different articles of clothing.

Renji shook his head in exasperation. "Do you want me to look like a clown?"

Ichigo stepped into the room annoyance clear on his face.

"What is going on? I thought you needed my help." He evilly eyed Rukia who was trying to slowly make her way out of the room. He stood in front of the doorway blocking her exit, and sighed heavily.

Renji grabbed a red silk like shirt and held it up.

"You're what they call "hip" right? Is this what the youth are wearing these days?"

Ichigo yanked the shirt out of his hands and brought up his fist landing it upon Renji's cheek.

"I was brought here to help you pick out a damn outfit?! Where the hell are you even going?"

Renji laughed and snatched the red shirt back from Ichigo.

"I must say that was a good punch, it caught me off guard! I'll have plenty of time to kick your ass later, so can we please get back to more important matters?" The crimson haired man turned to face two other women who were making their way in with another pile of clothes.

Rukia angrily shoved Ichigo. "How could you forget?"

Ichigo shrugged not understanding what his violet eyed friend was talking about.

"You told Rangiku and I that if we could convince Renji to come to that club place with us, that you'd also accompany us!" Rukia folded her arms in a matter of fact way.

Ichigo rubbed his hands over his face as if he was distressed. He had forgotten all about the club opening that he had agreed to attend. He made the agreement only because he thought that Renji would never agree to it. But here he was already picking out something to wear for it. Ichigo had planned to spend the day with Orihime. He was worried to why she hadn't been getting much sleep or even leaving the house as often as the rest of them. Ichigo was a man of his word and knew that he would have to push his day with Orihime for another time. He thought about asking her to go but Orihime was just not the partying type, nor was he or even Rukia for that matter. But he knew the timid girl would refuse to go. After agreeing on a red silk button-down shirt and black suede pants, Ichigo left to also get ready.

Back in the world of the living, night was already quickly approaching. He had already forgotten how fast time flew by here while he was in soul society.

"Huh what did I get myself into?" Ichigo turned the shower knob allowing the hot streams to come flowing down upon his orange mangled hair.

'Why am I going to this club? I can't even dance. I don't drink..how will I act if I happen to get drunk? What if a woman approaches me...' Ichigo's mind wandered. He didn't know how to act in such a setting. With his duties of being a soul reaper, he didn't have the time to be a normal rebellious teenager. There was no sneaking off to parties, drinking alcohol with friends, or making out with girls. Ichigo just had better and much more important things to do.

"I can finally have you all to myself!" Orihime giggled and closed the bathroom door behind her. She had nothing but a white towel covering her bare body.

"Orihime! Wha-What are you doing in here!?" Ichigo hurriedly closed the teal shower curtain. He then reached for his towel but retreated in defeat, Orihime had already taken it.

"Tsk tsk tsk...I can't have you all covered up now." Orihime stepped closer towards the porcelain tub before letting the white towel fall to the floor.

Ichigo backed further into the tub, his back hitting the white tiled wall. His heart was racing and he had to ask himself whether or not he was dreaming. "Orihime? I'll be out soon, if you can just wait out-"

Orihime giggled as she slide the teal curtains out of the way and stepped inside.

'That wretched girl wouldn't make sweet love to you but I will.'

Ichigo was speechless. He just simply could not believe the scene before him. He and Orihime together in the shower? This timid girl that he's known for so long, had gotten the courage to do something as daring as this. Ichigo was completely shocked but that didn't stop his eyes from wandering.

'What the hell should I do?'

Ichigo grew short of breath as Orihime pressed her breasts against his chest.

"Orihime what has gotten into you?" Ichigo tried looking for answers on the young girl's face but it read nothing other than that of pure lust.

Orihime smiled at the feeling of Ichigo's manhood which rested against her thigh.

"Nothing yet." She felt satisfied with that answer which left Ichigo feeling terrified and unsure.

Orihime wrapped her arms around him, bringing their bodies even closer together. Her pink plump lips rested against his. Their mouths parted giving way for their tongues to intertwine. The feeling of need grew leaving them both wanting more. Orihime slowly began to rock against Ichigo who could feel the heat of a place that he knew he could not yet venture to. Although most of the blood in his brain had gone elsewhere, he knew that with sex can come about the creation of a new life. And that was certainly not something neither he nor she was ready for. The black box which contained the packages of condoms that his father had given him was in the closet down the hall. The closet which was right across from his father's room. He knew that if he even attempted to get one right now, he wasn't going to make it back.

Ichigo began to slowly pry his way from Orihime's grip, his hands savoring their last moments upon her soft silky skin. He hurriedly pulled back the shower curtain and quickly leaped out. Within seconds, he made his way out of the bathroom; leaving behind an angry Orihime in his wake.

Ichigo couldn't believe what had just occurred. Besides the kiss between the two of them earlier in the week, they never really showed much affection towards one another. Well Ichigo just never realized that Orihime had such strong feelings for him. It was pretty obvious at times but when there is the world in need of saving, who has time to think about stuff like that? Orihime was a somewhat timid and respectable young woman, but the Orihime before him was bold and sexy. What could have possibly brought about such a drastic change?

"Yuzu did say that Orihime hasn't been getting much sleep...I wonder if that has something to do with this." Ichigo reminisced on their shower encounter which occurred just moments ago, and noticed that Orihime looked perfectly healthy. She didn't have dark bags under her eyes or acted as if she didn't have much energy. Ichigo shook away the thoughts and began getting ready for his night out. He settled with a black collared shirt and a pair of Calvin Klein jeans with some plain black shoes. He didn't want to fancy it up and get a vast amount of attention as what Renji was hoping for. He just wanted a night out with faces he hadn't seen in a while. Ichigo spiked his wet orange hair up with some gel and felt that he looked decent enough for the grand opening.

Ichigo slowly stepped out of his room nervous that he'd catch a glimpse of the orange haired beauty. He looked down the hall and seen that her door was closed, but light shown under acknowledging that she was still awake. He was too embarrassed to apologize to her for running away. He was a man, although some may agree that he was a dumb one, he was still a man. One who passed up a wonderful opportunity. Ichigo sighed and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from off of the desk in his bedroom. He couldn't believe that he was being such a coward, but he didn't have the time to discuss what was going on between the two of them. Using the blue ink pen he wrote "Going to grand opening of SEDUCTION with Renji and others... Sorry...hope we can talk later." Ichigo felt the need to put that he had somewhere to be tonight, so that Orihime wouldn't feel as if he was abandoning her. He walked down the hall and placed the note under her door, before leaving out of the house.

Orihime sat on the floor, rhythmically clicking the top of a red ballpoint pen. The white towel was still wrapped around her body. When Ichigo ran out of the bathroom, her need to be intimate with Ichigo, was replaced with anger. She was angry that she could not make this want to be pleasured go away. She wasn't used to feeling this extreme ache that lingered in the pit of her belly. Orihime wanted to be ridden of it and the only way that was going to happen was to find something to take her mind off of it.

Just when she was on her way to torment some innocent man that she'd been eyeing from the window, she heard footsteps near her door. A white piece of paper came sliding in from underneath it. She walked over to examine it and smiled at what it read. She had just found a new activity that stirred her interest.

"A club huh?!" Orihime twirled around in excitement. This was just what she needed. What better way to release tension than to simply let loose and party it off.

"Wait…I need something to wear!" Orihime twirled over towards the closet. She disgustedly looked over most of the outfits that lined the rack, until her eyes caught ahold of something that was to her liking. It was a short black and gold dress. The dress that Rangiku had left behind after her shopping spree with Rukia. It had a long slit going down the middle which revealed the skin in between her breasts down to the tip of her belly button. Her breasts were covered but would quickly be exposed if someone were to pull at her sleeves. The bottom of the dress formed into a short mini skirt which had two gold shimmery patches that split the skirt into a pattern of gold, black, gold. Orihime stared at herself in the mirror admiring how the dress showed off her beautiful figure. It outlined her curves perfectly from her hips, down to her long slender legs. After fixing her hair and putting on a small amount of makeup, Orihime placed a pair of used red high heels that she had received from her distant aunt last Christmas, on her feet and made her way out of the house.

"Ichigo you have to try this!" Renji placed a shot glass filled with a red liquid in front of Ichigo.

"What is it?" Ichigo slowly brought the glass to his lips, smelling the faint smells of a familiar candy and some sort of hot pepper. He took a sip of it and scrunched his face upwards in disgust as the liquid burned his throat.

"No you must drink it like this." Renji snatched the glass from out of Ichigo's hands and brought it to his mouth, emptying the glass with one gulp. "Wooh! Now that's a drink!"

The two of them sat in a large booth that could easily seat eight people, within the VIP section. Somehow Rangiku had talked her way into obtaining access to the area. Ichigo smiled as he watched Rukia and Rangiku dance on the dance floor. Rukia timidly swayed to the music in her long blue gown that looked as if she belonged at a ballroom instead of a city nightclub. Rangiku twisted her hips confidently in her short red dress which could barely hold her breasts within it. Men flocked towards them but retreated once they seen the angry stares of Ichigo and Renji. Once the two women became tired of dancing, they hurried back to the booth to enjoy the cocktails that Renji began ordering.

A familiar face made its way towards the booth of soul reapers, and placed down more fancy glasses of alcoholic beverages. Ichigo cocked his head and stared at the girl trying to remember her name.

"Hello Ichigo!" She placed the glasses down on the table and ignored the curious glances from the others who were seated.

Ichigo nodded his head as the woman's name finally came to mind. "Hello Ramona. Everyone this is Ramona she's a friend of Chads. Ramona this is…"

Ichigo began introducing the soul reapers to the gray eyed girl, but something else had caught her attention. She stared off towards the bar where she sensed a strong ominous presence. It was the same presence that she had felt upon her arrival to Karakura town, but much stronger.

"I'm sorry Ichigo I must get back to work! It was nice meeting you all." Ramona quickly walked away eager to know where such a strong spiritual pressure was coming from. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her palms became sweaty, making it harder for her to hold on to the beverages that she was serving.

"Wow! Now that is a woman!" Renji gulped another shot of the red liquid as he stared over at the commotion surrounding the bar. A gorgeous woman who seemed to have had way too many drinks, was standing on top of the bar counter seductively swaying her hips. Men flocked towards her offering to buy her drinks and complimenting how enticing she looked. Woman slowly walked off the dance floor with apparent jealousy plastered all over their faces, as they rolled their eyes and whispered into the ears of other jealous females.

Rukia shook her head in disagreement towards Renji's comment. "Clearly you do not know a real woman when you see one." The purple haired woman sighed and joined the stares that were directed over towards the bar.

Ichigo followed and what he saw brought him to his feet. The woman swayed with the music, her long orange hair flying seductively in and out of her face. The skimpy dress she wore had men anticipating when they may get a glimpse of her "girls" who were barely hidden underneath the thin black material. Ichigo stood up and angrily walked over to the bar. Unlike his friends, Ichigo quickly recognized who the wild woman was.

A man placed his head on the counter trying to get a glimpse in between the woman's legs. Ichigo grabbed the man and forcefully pushed him away.

"Orihime..wha-what the hell are you doing!?" Ichigo reached for her, but was stopped from doing so. Another man within the crowd had grabbed his arm.

"Hey man let the girl have some fun!" The man shook his head to avoid getting his shiny black locks in his dark grey eyes. He looked like a modern day Casanova with his olive green shirt that was buttoned down a bit, showing a small portion of a tattoo that he had on his chest.

Ichigo pulled his arm out of the man's grasp and continued to reach for Orihime to get her away from the prying eyes of the perverts who surrounded her. Ichigo was shocked at Orihime's current behaviors. First the shower incident, and now she's here at a nightclub dancing wildly on the bar! He had no clue what was going on in her head, but wanted to believe that her current behavior was due to her being intoxicated.

"Orihime I'm taking you home." Ichigo grabbed her arm and brought her down from off of the bar. She pouted as her brown eyes became replaced with bright yellow ones for only a short second.

"I don't think she wants to leave." The man in the olive green shirt stepped in the way preventing Ichigo from walking any further.

"Hey is there a problem?" Renji eyed the crowd of men who slowly began to retreat in fear.

"Orihime!?" Rukia eyed the intoxicated girl as she slowly walked over towards her.

Orihime stood there surprised to see that Rukia was in the category of 'others' that Ichigo said were joining him. The soul reaper's short black hair shimmered against the flashing strobe lights as she made her way over.

"Orihime are you alright?" Rukia looked the girl up and down, not believing that she was standing here in such a skimpy dress; unaware of the approaching hand to her face.

Orihime's hand made contact with Rukia's face, leaving a large red mark upon the girl's left cheek. "You stay the fuck away from Ichigo!"

The soul reapers stood there in shock. The music changed intensity and became slow and steady as if it was trying to calm everyone down.

"Damn I want whatever she's had!" Rangiku laughed and made her way over towards the bar to order another round of drinks.

"I'm sorry guys. I have to take her home." Ichigo apologetically glanced at Rukia before heading out with Orihime.

The walk home was one of dreadful silence. Ichigo was at a complete loss of words for what Orihime had done. Everything that she had done from the kiss up until now. He had hoped that allowing her to live with him would make whatever she may have been going through easier to deal with; but it seems to have only been making things worse.

Orihime rested her head on Ichigo's shoulder as he carried her, acting as if she had fallen asleep. She smiled as a familiar presence made itself known.

"I fucking hate guys like you. Always ruining such a great time!" The man with the unbuttoned olive green shirt walked behind them, casually smoking a cigar.

Ichigo slowly turned around clearly annoyed at yet another encounter with the man.

"I don't want any trouble, so can you please go away." Ichigo stood there, his hands tightening their grip on Orihime.

"You've got something I want." The man pointed at Orihime. "She's too much of a woman for you kiddo!"

Ichigo looked around and spotted a small brown bench. He placed the orange haired sleeping beauty on it, and then went to face the bothersome man. He knew that avoiding an altercation with the man was inevitable.

"I won't let you get near her." Ichigo balled up his fists and stared the man down.

"Ha ha ha! You don't even know what the hell you're even dealing with!" The man walked closer towards Ichigo until he was only inches away. A cloud of smoke left his mouth only to land in Ichigo's face, sending Ichigo into a rage. His fists rose landing upon the man's face over and over. He didn't stop until the site of blood lined his knuckles.

The man fell to the ground spitting up blood as he laughed. "You won't be on her side for long! I shall aid her in the new world!"

Ichigo ignored the crazy man, and picked up Orihime from off of the bench. It was such an eventful day. He just wanted to get home and sleep, sleep all of today's events away.

The man watched as Ichigo walked off with the orange haired woman. He knew that this wouldn't be the last time he'd see her, especially since she had finally awakened. There was no mistaken those bright yellow eyes he'd seen at the club, even if only for a second.

"Everything is going as planned. She'll be ready soon just like you promised master Ulquiorra, if only you were here to see it!" The man brushed back his shiny black hair and looked at the moon whose light lit up the darkened night sky.

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Next chapter "Big Brother" coming soon!