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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-

9

Orihime Inoue just wanted to buy some cupcakes when she entered the bakery. She didn't expect to meet him there. That was why, when she saw him standing there behind the cashier's machine, she couldn't believe her eyes. It had been so long but she couldn't be wrong. Yes, that was him. Really him.

"Aizen-sensei!"

The brown haired man looked at the cheerful voice calling his name and smiled when he realized who the auburn haired girl was. He recognized her easily, though it had been almost eight years since the last time he saw her. She hadn't changed much.

"Oh, my… Inoue, right?"

She nodded happily and walked closer to the taller man who also looked happy to see her there.

When she had been in her last year in high school, she met Aizen for the first time. He came to temporarily replace their sick biology teacher. He had been so young and handsome. Soon after he introduced himself he became popular amongst the students. He had only taught them for a few months but somehow she had become close to him.

"Sensei… It's been so long!" She beamed at the older man—she still couldn't believe her luck that day to be able to meet him again.

"Don't call me 'Sensei'" Aizen laughed, "I am not teaching anymore."

She giggled and nodded, all of sudden she became seventeen again. "So now you own this bakery?"

He nodded, "Yes, though I usually only work in the kitchen," he sighed. "The girl who used to work here quit last week, now I have to do this too…" He smiled tiredly as he pointed at the cashier's machine.

She clasped her hands together, suddenly she got an idea. "Ah, so you're looking for someone to hire?"

He nodded his head again, "Are you actually interested?"

She nodded her head quickly, "Yes! Yes, oh YES! Sensei, you are my savior!"

Aizen laughed, "You're the savior, Inoue. I'm more than happy to have you here." He smiled teasingly, "Wait until he knows about it…"

"He?" Orihime raised her brows, "Who?"

As if he got the cue, the door behind him which connected the room to the kitchen was suddenly opened to reveal a dark haired man. He wore a rather cute looking apron and kerchief on his head which didn't suit his gloomy pale face at all. His hands held a tray of fresh from the oven melon pans. His green expressionless eyes met her gray eyes.

Aizen used his hand to cover his chuckle, "Ah, talk about timing…"

-o-

"That's not how you play it!"

The white haired boy furrowed his brows. He clenched his fists and turned to face his scowling mentor. He had done this a hundred times today and again he hadn't done it well enough in the eyes of his orange haired mentor. Every time he would tell him that wasn't right and every time he would not explain to him where he made the mistake.

"What's wrong now?" The boy kept his tone low, he wasn't one to lose his temper. He was Toshiro Hitsugaya after all. The genius thirteen year-old boy who won many contests since he was really young.

Ichigo shook his head, "Nah, I've told you that's not how you play it!"

"Then show me how!"

Something ticked in his head, "I'm not the one who needs to be tutored here. Do it yourself, Toshiro!"

The younger boy snapped, he didn't like it when people called his name with no respect. "Don't let me warn you again, it's 'Hitsugaya' to you!"

Ichigo spat, "Nah, cut the crap. Start over from the first movement," he added with an annoying smirk, "Toshiro-chan."

"Don't use '-chan' to call me!"

"Oh yeah?" He crossed his arms, "Tell me why?"

"Damn it! Don't be so childish, Kurosaki!" Finally the white haired boy stood up, "I know why you're acting like this! It's because I'm dating your sister right?"

That definitely did the trick.

"SO YOU ARE REALLY DATING KARIN?"

-o-

"Your face is uglier than usual, Kurosaki…"

"Shut up four eyes!"

"Tsk, you should look at your face in the mirror."

"I said shut up!"

"It's about time your sister got a boyfriend, face it!"

"Not another word, Ishida."

"I think Toshiro-kun is a good kid."

"Not you too Chad!"

The glasses musician rolled his eyes as he flopped down to his seat and watched the orange haired pianist press his hands to his face on his seat. Not far from him, their Mexican friend rested his back on the wall behind him as he watched his restless friend without saying anything.

Ichigo groaned, "She is just thirteen!"

"You talk as if she's going to marry…"

"Not a single word from you, Ishida!"

He rolled his eyes once again and muttered something under his breath.

"I can't believe it… So that's why she came here last week! I thought she wanted to see me." He growled, "It was that little punk!"

"You are lucky it's Hitsugaya." Ishida received a glare from the angry man but he didn't look like he cared. "At least, Hitsugaya is a smart kid. He should know that he should wear protect-"

"Waaaaa…" Ichigo pressed his hands onto his ears, his face turned red, "I don't want to hear about it! Stop it! Don't say something scary like that!"

The tallest man in the room couldn't hide his chuckle anymore but he was smart enough not to make any comment. He watched his best friend with his eyes which were hidden under his brown hair. He had known Ichigo long enough to know how protective he could be.

Ishida smirked, "Seriously Ichigo, just because you've never had one, you can't stop your sister from having any sexual experience."

"He has, Ishida." Chad reminded the paler man.

Ishida pushed his glasses up, "He barely even remembers that one."

Ichigo's face turned redder than before for a really different reason now. He didn't remember much of what happened that night with Orihime but that was enough to make him blush. He wouldn't admit it to them or anyone but the faint memory of that night was enough to turn him on.

No, do not think about her.

I repeat, stop thinking about her.

"At least he had one." Chad shrugged.

Ishida tried not to laugh. It was not every day you could see Chad join him to tease the orange head. Ichigo just groaned and pressed his hands onto his face.

-o-

To: Tatsuki arisawa_t mbox. ne. jp

From: Orihime orihimejagerjaque yatta. com

Subject: I can't believe it.

Tatsuki-chan, how are you… I am so sorry that I didn't reply to your last e-mail, I've been so busy. I was a jobless person with no money so it was kind of hard lately for me. But don't worry, I got a job now.

About my new job, guess who's my new boss!

Good guess.

But it's Aizen-sensei by the way. YES, our favorite teacher! Oh he is not a teacher anymore now, so he refused to be called 'Sensei' but old habits die hard you know. He is a manager in a bakery he owns himself. I will work there starting from… tomorrow!

Oh you remember I always wanted to work in a bakery, right? It is a dream come true!

Ah, I almost forget my main reason to send you this email. Well, Aizen-sensei was not the only person I saw in the bakery. There was someone else there, apparently he works there too.

Err, Ulquiorra Schiffer works there too.

What should I do Tatsuki?

He didn't say anything but the way he looked at me, I believe he hasn't forgotten about it.

Now I have to call Rukia to tell her about this. I don't think she will be happy.

Take care there, okay!

With love,

Orihime.

P.S

Yes, I know, I need to change my email address.

-o-

After she clicked the 'send' button Orihime let out a heavy breath and threw her back onto her bed. She wondered how Tatsuki reacted regarding this news. Plus, she still had to call Rukia and she was sure Rukia wouldn't be happy to hear this.

Ulquiorra Schiffer…

She hadn't even remembered his full name until she saw his face earlier that day but when their eyes met the name appeared just like that in her head. She hadn't really thought about him but it didn't mean she had completely forgotten him.

"How could I forget…"

She took a pillow and hugged it tightly to her chest.

He hadn't changed much from what she remembered. His eyes were still cold like before and his skin was just as pale as she could remember. She giggled when she remembered his look today. She never thought she would see him in such a cute apron and with a kerchief on his head.

"I wonder how Kurosaki-kun would look like with that apron and kerchief."

She imagined it and laughed.

Maybe she could ask him to wear that one day.

-o-

TBC.

Author's Note:

Sorry I made you wait for this chapter... Many things happened, personal and plus my laptop broke down...

I will try to finish all of my fanfic ASAP (though it is not that soon since still there're many chapters left for each fic...).

I love IchiHime but I have lost my interest in Bleach... :-/ I do keep checking the new chapters sometime...

I know now how Blitch-sama felt... I mean, Kubo shouldn't drag the story... Plus, the fans shouldn't start the pairing war which also becomes the reason why I felt enough with this fandom. Oh, no... I do love IchiHime though... Just I don't think it's necessary to debate about it. :-/

Kay, hope u like the chapter.

Ciao.

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xx

Recchinon