Disc: I don't own BLEACH and LONG VACATION

Note: this fanfic is inspired from a J-Dorama, Long Vacation starred by Kimura Takuya of SMAP. Enjoy!

Thought/Past

Present.

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-Love Story-

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Everybody had their bad days. He had many bad days in his life and today was probably one of those days.

It had been a long day for the young man. He walked tiredly to his apartment. He really needed some rest. Those kids were like little devils. He hated his job, really, but he needed it to keep him alive. He couldn't find a better job anyway, so even though he wasn't good with kids he had to be patient, at least until he found a more suitable job for him—perhaps with a better payment too.

He let out a tired sigh–today again one of the kids had made fun of the color of his hairs. Damn those kids.

Money wasn't the only reason for him to work as a piano tutor at that music school. True, the payment he got from teaching there was higher than any other job he could get at the moment, but actually, he took the job because this was the only job he could get that would let him to get his hands on his favorite instrument. Most people wouldn't believe it, but he sure loved piano very much.

He rounded the corner to his apartment building when he heard someone call his name. Well, at least they tried to call his name.

"Kurosagi-kun!"

He scowled. Someone called him in a sing-song voice. He didn't recognize the voice. Besides, people he knew usually didn't call him by his surname and most importantly, his surname wasn't 'Kurosagi'. Who would have such a suspicious name, anyway?

He wondered who'd called him while he stopped and turned around to face an empty baseball court near his apartment building. At this hour there were no kids playing there.

He let out a small 'huh' when he saw an unfamiliar girl with long auburn hair that was almost similar to his. The girl was beaming at him. She had a pair of big gray orbs and was wearing a pair of blue hairpins that seemed to contrast with the color of her hair. The girl had a big wide smile plastered on her face.

He admitted that the girl actually looked nice, especially with her tight white t-shirt and knee-length skirt, but he swore he didn't know her. He'd remember someone like her if he'd ever met her even just once.

The girl ran girlishly to approach him with that beautiful smile still plastered on her face. He still tried hard to remember this girl.

"Hello, how are you?" she chirped with her cheerful voice.

Again, he tried so hard but he couldn't remember. Maybe he had heard her voice somewhere but he didn't remember having had ever met her anywhere. The way he looked at her made the girl realized that she had made the man confused. She realized her mistake and giggled.

"Ah, I'm sorry, you don't know who I am right? Well, not your fault, I wore thick make up and a wig that time…" She bowed deeply to express her apologies. He bowed back, but never stopped staring at her. She laughed at her own stupidity and shook her head–"It's me, Inoue Orihime." She ended her short introduction with a smile.

It took almost two seconds before the realization finally hit him. His eyes widened when he realized who the girl in front of him was. She'd expected this kind of reaction from him and she laughed harder when he reacted exactly like how she'd predicted.

She nodded as if she could read his mind. "Yep, I'm the girl that got dumped on her wedding day." He didn't understand how she could be really cheerful talking about that topic. "Now that shouldn't be that hard for you to remember right?"

He just nodded twice.

"Anyway, I've come all this way only to see you. I think it'll be much more appropriate if you invite me to your house." she said, beaming at the taller man. He swore he could go blind if the girl kept beaming at him like that.

He wanted to retort at her, asking who she thought she was, but he couldn't. Instead he just shrugged and motioned for her to follow him. She followed him happily, skipping all the way.

She sat on the sofa in the living room, humming some unknown songs while he went to the kitchen to get some drinks for them. Her gray eyes wandered all around the room and then landed on a baby grand piano on the center of the room. She frowned. She didn't realize it was there the first day she came there. Well, nobody would blame her for that–she was too busy searching for her bastard fiancé at that time.

She smiled at the scowling man when she saw him entering the living room with a tray with two glasses of orange juice for them. She giggled. He could actually just hold the glasses using his bare hands but instead he used the tray.

He put the tray on the table and took his own glass before signaling her to get hers.

She obeyed. "By the way do you play the piano?"

He sat on the other couch and nodded. Her gray eyes widened and she looked so excited, "That's so cool!"

He just smiled and nodded once again without saying anything. Then neither of them said anything. The silence filled the room for a few minutes and made him feel uneasy. He watched the girl drink the juice quietly before he finally decided to say something that had bothered him since the beginning.

"Err," he looked into her eyes. The girl blinked at his stare and then smiled, as if telling him to go on. "So… Why are you here, Inoue-san?"

The girl laughed and waved her hand in front of her face. "Call me Orihime, please…" She sighed, "I might be old but I'm young inside you know…" He didn't know what she meant by 'old' but however, he just nodded, this girl is weird. She smiled, satisfied with his response. She then clasped her hands together, "Ah, I forgot, this is the reason why I am here!"

She stood up and walked straight towards him. She then reached out and grabbed something from her pocket which happened to be money. "Here, I owe you the taxi money, right? I came to return the money to you."

He frowned. "You know I told you that you don't have to pay me back, don't you? And especially since you went came all the way here just to pay this amount."

She laughed again and shook her head, " Oh, money is still money, even if it's only a small amount." She flopped herself down on the sofa once again.

He didn't know what to say. He waited for her to say something but she didn't say anything. Once again, they were enveloped by that kind of awkward silence. He didn't like this and decided that he had to say it no matter how rude it might sound.

"Don't you think you should go home now?"

He didn't want to be rude but he knew he couldn't help it. Somehow, this woman freaked him out. However, she didn't look like she'd been offended by his statement. He knew it from the response he got from her: she laughed.

She laughed but she didn't say anything and just sat there.

Once again the silence won.

He was starting to get more impatient. He was about to say something really rude when the girl suddenly opened her mouth, not to laugh or giggle this time.

"Uh, may I live here?"

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