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-
5
"Are you okay?"
It was unusual for the dark haired eye-glassed man to ask the strawberry blond whether he was okay or not. Now that he actually asked him, it was because he acted way too weirdly today. First, he was late today. Ichigo Kurosaki was not the most on-time man living on this earth but he had always been on time before. Today, not only had he been late by an hour and fifteen minutes, he also came smelling like alcohol. For the years he'd known this male Kurosaki, he knew that the berry was not quite a drinker. Today he was pale and looked like he was ready to vomit. Plus, he had been zoning out since he came.
The dark haired violinist didn't care about the pianist. No, he didn't care at all. It was just amusing him to see the frowning man in this condition. Ishida Uryuu knew, he could smell it, it must be something related to the girl.
"You are pale." This time it came from the tall half Mexican guitarist. The tanned man stood not too far from the other two. He, just like the glasses guy, realized that there was something off about Ichigo. He kind of worried, though the fact that Ichigo was banging his head on the table was amusing enough for him, about his friend's sanity. He knew Ichigo couldn't drink alcohol, but he never knew that a hangover could make him act this strangely.
Ichigo sighed. He rested his now red forehead on the table. Banging his head on the table wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't even help him to forget about the previous night.
Last night…
He groaned and raised his head a little only to bang it once again to the table.
The glassed man furrowed his brow. He readjusted his glasses while sending the tallest man a questioning look. The Mexican just shook his head.
The black haired girl screamed, "W-what?"
She clenched on her phone so tightly that she could possibly break it into pieces if she added just a little more power on her grip.
"You gotta be kidding!"
Rukia Kuchiki had known Orihime Inoue for years now and she could proudly proclaim that maybe after Tatsuki, she would be the closest person to her. She knew almost everything about the girl and she knew very well that she couldn't be joking like that. That wasn't a kind of joke that she would say, hell this wasn't even a joke! This wasn't funny at all. Rukia gritted her teeth, waiting for the girl to continue her story.
She heard Orihime sigh. She could imagine how red she was at the moment and she couldn't help it but to blush when she thought about it. This was a scandal. No, this couldn't be true. The sweet and lovely Orihime...
Breathe Rukia, this is Orihime–anyway she could have dreamed it and thought that it had really happened.
Rukia heard another heavy sigh, "Say Orihime, tell me once again please?"
She waited for the auburn haired girl to say it again. She closed her eyes to control her emotion. While Tatsuki wasn't there, it was her job to watch over Orihime, but look what had happened: first her fiancé left her on their wedding day and now…
"We did it, Rukia… And no, I am not dreaming."
When Ichigo Kurosaki woke up this morning the first thing he realized was that it wasn't his room. He knew the room but that was not his room. The next thing he realized was even more shocking—he wasn't alone on the bed. There was someone—a girl, yeah—slept next to him. Her back pressed on his naked chest—he realized it later that he, oh no, was naked—so he couldn't see her face. But the long auburn hair was too familiar.
Orihime Inoue was naked and slept on the same bed with him, who was also naked.
It took three seconds for him to realize what had happened.
One…
He had been drinking with her, oh yes they were drinking those expensive liquors.
Two…
He couldn't remember who started it, but he remembered vividly how she sat on his lap and kissed him.
Three…
Then they had…
"Gah!"
As the realization finally hit him, the piano instructor practically jumped off the bed. He landed on a big wooden table, causing a loud cracking sound. He stood up quickly from the table—it wasn't easy to find a place to stand because literally the table had left him no space to stand on the floor—when he realized there was something on the table. Something sticky and wet.
They DID it there too.
Wait, maybe they did it there first before they reached the bed.
The table was so big that maybe he had mistaken it as her bed.
It was…
"Uh, what are you doing in my room?"
His brown eyes met her gray eyes.
She frowned, "And you are naked…"
He gritted his teeth, too late to cover his naked body for now, "Yeah, I am."
She looked at herself and blinked once again, "Me too."
"Yeah you are."
They were staring at each other for few minutes before then she opened her mouth again.
"Did we…"
"Yeah, we did."
He walked out of the building lazily.
He never really like his job before, but this time he just wished that his work would end later, like maybe in another three of four hours more.
He didn't want to go home. He would see her at home and after this morning he didn't know how to face the girl. Last night he'd just discovered a scary fact that she was much older than him and this morning he'd discovered another scary fact that he'd had sex with that older woman.
He was drunk.
He vomited a lot this morning and even now he still felt the effect.
He didn't remember anything about last night. He didn't remember who had started it or how they ended up doing…that. When he left this morning he promised the girl that they would talk about it this evening after he came home from his work. Now he didn't seem too sure whether talking about it was a good idea or not because honestly he didn't want to talk about it. He didn't even want to remember it.
That was his first time.
Shit.
He wasn't a girl so virginity wasn't a big thing for him. Losing his virginity to such a beautiful and sexy girl like her, he should be happy. He shouldn't act like that was a big thing. Hey, he didn't even really remember it and she didn't look like she was angry with him or anything. Besides, that hadn't been her first time with a man...
...right?
What would Sora say if he knew?
Orihime sat groggily on the couch in the living room. She was waiting for Ichigo to come home, he had promised her they would talk about last night once he got home. Not that she really wanted to talk about it. She wanted to talk about it but she didn't know what to talk about.
She pressed her palms on her face. She had been praying in front of her brother's photo today, asking for some forgiveness. She felt like she had betrayed Sora twice. First she chose a wrong man to be her husband and then that she slept with some stranger... Well, not really a stranger but still she shouldn't have done it. He was, for crying out loud, much younger than her!
What would Sora say?
What would Sora do?
Maybe he would force them to get married.
Orihime shook her head, yes she could imagine it.
I messed up, Niichan...
Orihime looked at the clock on the wall. He would be home soon. She wasn't ready to talk about it yet. What should she say? 'Hey, let's forget what happened last night okay? That was a mistake!' Oh how she wished she could just say something like that. She couldn't say it. It would be awkward.
God, help me...
Orihime shut her eyes. Her face reddened at the memory of what she had done last night. She couldn't remember the whole thing and she was kind of thankful of that, but she could remember some. Like how his fingers... No, this isn't healthy to keep remembering it! She scolded herself and slapped her face mentally.
"I'm home."
She stood up quickly and turned to see the man entering the room. She bit her lower lip, feeling really nervous to face him. She smiled nervously and waved her hand at the younger man, "Welcome home!"
He managed to show her half a smile. She could see it on his face, the feeling was mutual. She wasn't the only one feeling nervous.
He walked toward her and put a plastic bag on the table. "You haven't made dinner right? I bought some Chinese food."
"Oh I love Chinese food!" Orihime beamed. She was about to go to the kitchen to get some plates when Ichigo used his hand to signal her to stay.
"Just stay here, I'll get the plates."
She nodded, her face was still red. She watched his back as he was walking to the kitchen. She liked his back, it was so manly. Under those clothes, there were hidden some fine manly muscles...
Orihime Inoue, you aren't a pervert, she told herself, stop imagining him naked!
Orihime sighed and sat down in front of the table.
The food smelled good.
Right, dinner first and talk later.
Author's Note:
Thanks for my BETA, Nypsy!
This chapter maybe confusing but well, I do have reason (though I still couldn't figure how to explain the reason haha)
Anyway thanks for reading this. ^^
Recchinon