A/N
Ok, I'm so happy you guys are digging my story. This chapter is kind of long but integral to the story so it had to be done but I wouldn't say it's "filler" either. So...for those of you who do know the movie...in your reviews let me know if you noticed what I switched up from the movie in my fic and then thank me for sparing you the real storyline...is that confusing? At any rate...look forward to fun, a new character, and some IchiRuki time!
Bleach and Cruel Intentions do no belong to me...
Chapter 6- You're Hurting My Heart!
Inoue Apartment Downtown-
Uryu is busy giving Orihime a cello lesson and suddenly her mother storms into the room.
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
Uryu stops playing and looks at her, "Excuse me?"
"I'm paying you to give cello lessons. Not to pervert my child!"
Orihime's face went red, "Mother!" she tried to interject.
Uryu bit back his anger and remained cool, "Mrs. Caldwell I think you're misunderstanding something."
Bunny Inoue clipped her heel on the marble floor, "Is that so?"
Suddenly she held up a stack of letters from behind her back, obviously Uryu's letters.
"Care to explain these," she snipped.
Orihime looked to Uryu desperately, "M..Mother! Where did you find those?"
"Margarita found them while cleaning your room!"
"Maria!" Orihime corrected her on the Latin housekeepers name.
"What-the-fuck-ever!" Mrs. Inoue snapped back at her.
"Those are my letters! My personal private letters!" Orihime was practically sobbing in anger.
Mrs. Inoue scowled, "Don't you raise your voice at me. Go to you room, now!"
Orihime turns to Uryu with desperation in her eyes.
"Now!" her mother persisted.
Uryu nodded at Orihime to abide her mother and Orihime runs fitfully out of the room. Uryu turns to face a pissed off Mrs. Inoue.
"How dare you treat me with such disrespect. I got you off the streets and this is how you repay me!"
"Got me off the streets?" Uryu blinked at the audacity of this woman, "I live a few blocks from here!"
"Whatever. You are never to set foot in this house again and you are never and I mean never to see my daughter again. Is that understood?"
Uryu grabs up his sheet music and Mrs. Inoue waits for him to leave.
"First of all, ma am, I never touched your daughter and second of all I am not some poor street scum!"
Mrs. Inoue just motioned to the door for him to leave, Uryu Ishida stormed out of the room as fast as his feet could carry him.
Uryu was grumbling in the elevator down, "Took me off the streets...the nerve...bitch."
The elevator stops and the doors open, Moka and Ichigo are standing in the doorway, both wearing dark shades, Moka hands Uryu a letter- from Orihime.
Kurosaki Townhouse- Downtown Tokyo
Uryu is sitting uncomfortably on probably the most expensive chair he'd ever seen and was reading Orihime's letter to himself while Moka and Ichigo watched.
"Wow. I never knew she had these kind of feelings..." Uryu sighed, even more depressed now.
"You're a lucky guy," Ichigo said.
Uryu's eyes began to tear up, "She really loves me..."
Moka and Ichigo both roll their eyes simultaneously.
Uryu looked to Moka's pretty face for answers, "What do I do now?"
"What do you do? Tell her you love her!"
"But I can't even see her. She doesn't have her own phone, I don't even have her e-mail address!" Uryu's voice was pained and his pain seemed to fuel Moka's intensity.
Ichigo eyed Uryu for a moment then said, "Look...email is for geeks and pedophiles. Be romantic. Write her another letter.
"How will I get it to her?"
Moka smiled like a shark about to bite, "Since she is such a dear friend of mine, I will make sure she gets it."
Uryu looked to both Ichigo and Moka, beautiful socialites, wearing perfectly pressed clothes, with perfect smiles, he suddenly felt as if he was handing his soul to the devil.
"Why are you being so good to me," he asked suddenly.
"Well I want Orihime happy of course and we both know you want to make her happy, right Uryu?"
Moka hands Uryu a pen and paper, "So make her happy."
Moka continues, "Now just march yourself into the study and start writing. We'll be in there to check on you in a minute."
Uryu leaves the room and Ichigo closes the door behind him. Moka picks up her cellphone and dials.
"Who are you calling?"
"Orihime."
Ichigo shuts her cellphone forcibly.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Before we go through with this, I just want you to be aware of the damage were going to cause," Ichigo said carefully.
Without hesitation Moka says, "I'm aware," then she picks up her phone again but once again Ichigo snaps it shut.
"Are you really? I mean, we've done some pretty fucked up shit in our time but this.. I mean, were destroying an innocent girl. You do realize that."
Moka suddenly stopped fussing and stared at Ichigo, "My...my...what is this... did my little Ichi grow a conscience? This little Rukia doll must be good, to see the effect she has had on you, I might want to try her then too...I want some pure...white...milk," she purred.
Ichigo didn't know why but suddenly he felt possessive and anxious, "Shut up twat!"
"Well aren't you Mr. Testy!" Moka just laughed and said, "Kaien Shiba is going down and if you're not going to help me, someone else will."
"You amaze me."
Moka snorted, "Eat me, Ichigo. It's alright for you to fuck everyone, but because I'm a girl it's wrong. Well let me tell you something, I didn't ask to be a girl. Do you think I relish the fact that I have to act like Mary fucking Sunshine twenty four seven, so I can be considered a "laaady." Do you think I take delight when I hear - "Moka is so wonderful." "Moka is a model child." I'm the Marsha fucking Brady of Tokyo and sometimes I want to kill myself for it. No, I don't enjoy being a part of the weaker sex and for that reason everyone around me is going to suffer. So there's your psychoanalysis Doctor Freud. Now are you in or out?"
Ichigo said nothing but seemed floored by her tirade, so Moka takes this as a yes and picks up her phone to dial Orihime.
"Hello Orihime. It's Moka. Alright stop crying. I understand. Hold on for-" she hands the phone to Ichigo.
Ichigo sighs but takes the phone, "Orihime, now I need you to listen to me very carefully. I have a letter from Uryu that he asked me to give to you. Now I can't exactly bring it to your house, since your mother hates me so here's what were going to do..."
Inoue Apartment- Later That Night-
The clock is glowing green with a big 1:30 and there are stuffed animals all around Orihime's room. Orihime lies in bed, her eyes wide open. She then crawls out of bed dressed in sweats, she sneaks downstairs and jumps into a waiting cab.
Kurosaki Townhouse- Guest Room-
Orihime is lying on a bed while Ichigo and another man enter the room. She sits up nervously eying the unknown man. He had spiky black hair, an incredibly handsome face with an odd "69" tattoo on his cheek, but he was tall and muscular and even Orihime could admit he was dangerously sexy.
"Who's he?" she asked immediately.
The stranger smiled warmly at her, "I'm Shuheii Hisagi, your photographer."
Ichigo put a hand on Shuheii's shoulder, "This is an old friend of mine from tennis camp, he is an aspiring photographer and I thought who more perfect to take your sexy photos for Uryu."
Orihime looked apprehensive but the man did look professional and rich and well...hot as hell.
Shuheii pulled out his camera and snapped a quick shot.
"What are you doing," she asked annoyed.
"Just taking your photo," Shuheii said as Ichigo slipped out of the room noiselessly.
"I look terrible Shuheii..." she whined.
"Call me Hisagi, my friends do," he said warmly, "But you're right. Those clothes don't do you justice. Why don't you take them off."
Orihime gasped, "I'm getting out of here."
The brunette stood to leave and Hisagi blocked her path, "I'm sorry that was out of line."
Orihime looked scared now, "I want to go home."
"Okay, okay. Want me to call your mom for you and have her come pick you up?"
Orihime suddenly stopped whining, "My mom? Don't call that bitch!"
Hisagi smirked, "Why not? Does she not know your here? Jesus, you could get in a shitload of trouble for this. I think we should call anyway."
Orihime suddenly launches herself on him sobbing, "Please...please...I'll do anything just don't call my mom!"
Hisagi smiled at how easily she could be molded, "Orihime, all I want to do is give you a kiss."
Orihime blushed, "Why, you don't really know me?"
"Ichigo spoke of his sister's beautiful friend, but in person- well lets just say your breath taking."
Orihime was naive and his eloquent words swept her off her feet momentarily, "Just one kiss, and then I can go?"
"Of course. I'm not a monster."
Orihime breathes a sigh of relief and Hisagi pulls her up till she is standing with her feet firmly planted on the floor.
"Just a kiss right?"
"I swear."
Orihime closes her eyes and then puckers up. Hisagi takes the string holding up her sweats and pulls it open.
Orihime bolts to attention, "What are you doing?"
"You promised to let me kiss you."
Orihime looks confused, "But..."
Hisagi chuckled softly, "I don't want to kiss you here (pointing to her lips) I want to kiss you there." Hisagi put a warm hand on her covered mound.
Orihime looks up to Hisagi and then she finished pulling the string to her sweats and they fall to the floor around her ankles.
Inoue Apartment- Next Morning-
Mrs. Inoue enters Orihime's room, "Are you up yet? Were gonna be late for the-"
She notices her daughters bed is empty.
She went over to Orihime's bathroom and knocked, "Orihime?"
"I'm in the bath mom!" Orihime yelled from inside.
"Well hurry up, were going to be late for lunch at Mrs. Shihoin's estate," she yelled back.
Orihime gazed quietly upon herself in front of the mirror, tears streaked her face and she applies different types of makeup to cover hickeys all over her neck. She then unbuttons her shirt and grimaces noticing she also had hickeys all over her breasts.
Rosemond Estate – Terrace
It was a pleasant day, weather wise, and Yoruichi, Mrs. Inoue, and Orihime are having lunch outside. Orihime is wearing a turtleneck.
Mrs. Inoue looked up from a bite of her salad, "It was nice of you to invite us up for the weekend, Yoruichi."
"The more the merrier," she said but then looked at Orihime, "Is everything alright my dear?"
Orihime is looking pale and unsettled, "I'm just not feeling well."
Ichigo and Hisagi both walk up carrying their tennis rackets.
"Afternoon ladies," both men chiming in together.
Orihime is instantly stunned to see Hisagi and is equally surprised when both men sit at the table.
Mrs. Inoue narrows her eyes at Ichigo, "I didn't know you'd be here Ichigo."
"I wasn't planning on it, but since my old tennis mate Shuheii stayed over last night, I decided what a lovely day for tennis!"
Orihime looked at Hisagi and he strokes the shaft of his racket suggestively.
"Well, its always nice to see you Ichigo," said his aunt and then she looked at Hisagi, "I haven't seen you in a few years Shuheii, you've grown up nicely," she praised the handsome man.
"This, Mrs. Inoue, is Shuheii Hisagi, tennis pro at the club and a family friend."
Shuheii smiled dashingly and took the elder Inoue's hand and kissed it, eliciting a blush from Bunny Inoue.
Suddenly Orihime runs from the table into the house.
"What's wrong with her," Ichigo chuckled.
Everyone at the table shrugged or looked baffled.
Mrs. Inoue stood from the table, "Would you excuse me for a minute?" Then she followed her daughter into the house.
Shuheii feigned concern, "I hope she's alright.."
Yoruichi looked a bit worried and then she too rose, "I better go check on them."
After Yoruichi left, Shuheii yawned in boredom, "Okay Ichigo, I'm off, any more favors like that, feel free to call."
"See ya!"
"Oh well alone again..." Ichigo sighed aloud.
"Talking to yourself?"
He jerked his head to see a vibrant Rukia walking out onto the terrace. Her black hair was in a loose ponytail with a purple ribbon tied in it. She was wearing a white spaghetti strap dress and she looked like icing to Ichigo...creamy white and delicious.
"Hi Rukia, what are you up to today," he said happy to see her.
"I'm going to do some volunteer work."
Ichigo smirked at her goody goody activity, "Need any company?"
"You? Volunteer? I don't think so."
Ichigo shrugged, "I don't know? Maybe I'd like it. I'm trying to change here. You could be more supportive."
Rukia then surprised him and smiled a big genuine smile, a smile that made his insides feel like goo.
"Okay big boy, your in then!"
"Babe, you're looking at the next Mother Teresa," he said laughing.
Rukia shook her head and laughed.
GreenVale Retirement Home-
A nurse is escorting Ichigo and Rukia down the hall, "It's really nice when young people help out. Most of our patients don't have family that visits."
The group stop at a door and open it revealing an old man sitting in his hospital bed, "Mr. Yamamoto, we have a visitor for you."
Ichigo began to enter the room, when the nurse stops him, "Actually Ichigo you're going to spending the hour with Mrs. Kaede."
The nurse escorts a visibly grumpy Ichigo from the object of his desires, Rukia, down the hall and Rukia waves "bye bye" to him.
Ichigo caught a glimpse of Rukia smiling warmly and sitting next to the old man's bed and pulling out a book of poetry, wow she really is an angel he thought.
Later, Ichigo is doing a crossword puzzle sitting next to Mrs. Kaede's bed. She is clearly very senile and he ignores her even lighting up a cigarette while completing the puzzle. He even had the audacity to ash his cigarette into her bedpan.
"Did I ever tell you the time when my late husband sent me-"
"Yes, you already did," he said slightly aggravated because he thought he would be volunteering with Rukia not sans her.
Mrs. Kaede looked very confused, "I did?"
Ichigo not even looking up from his paper said, "Yes, right after we played backgammon."
"We played backgammon?" she asked in a daze of old age.
"Uh huh. You beat me three times."
"I did?"
"Yep, then I fucked your daughter."
Mrs. Kaede looked slightly alarmed, "Excuse me?"
Ichigo turned to her putting his cigarette out in the bedpan.
"I said, do you want some water?"
"Oh...no thank you.."
Suddenly there's a knock at the door, Ichigo called for whoever to come in.
Rukia comes in and Ichigo instantly feels happy seeing her beautiful face, she is followed by the same nurse as before.
"How are we doing in here," the nurse asked.
Mrs. Kaede could barely hide her misguided excitement, "I won three games of backgammon!"
Ichigo threw Rukia a warm smile and she blushed and smiled back.
Ichigo was driving Rukia in his Porsche back to the estate, he had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road, she was leaned back in her seat, her hair blowing in the wind, she looked so free and untainted. So unlike-him.
"It's weird. I actually feel good about myself. Can we do this again next week?"
Rukia burst into laughter, "Oh please Ichigo."
"What," he asked surprised at her response.
"I actually feel good about myself?" she said mocking him.
Ichigo huffed, "Well..I do."
Again Rukia laughed, "You must take me for a real idiot."
Ichigo looked confused, "I do not."
"You're going to tell me that you had a good time with that old lady?"
"I did. We played three games of backgammon and..."
Rukia throws him a knowing look and Ichigo's resolve broke, "Alright. I was bored out of my fucking mind. I hate doing charity."
Rukia smiled content at her victory, "That's okay. It doesn't make you a bad person."
Ichigo frowned, "Yes it does.
"No, it doesn't. I'm happy you're being honest with me."
Ichigo scowled, "I can't win with you."
"It's not about winning. You know what your problem is? You take yourself too seriously," the small girl said her laugh carrying on the wind.
Ichigo frowned, "I do not."
Rukia smirked, "Lighten up."
Ichigo shifted uncomfortably in the drivers seat, she had hit some sort of real emotion in him.
"I am lightened up, just drop it!"
Rukia shrugs, "Fine."
After a few moments driving in silence, a smile spread across Rukia's face. She turned to him and crosses her eyes. Ichigo looks over and notices her antics.
"What are you doing? Stop it, it's distracting!"
Rukia then upped her funny face with crossed eyes by adding little wriggling devil horns with her fingers. Ichigo burst out laughing- a real laugh.
"Cut it out!"
Ichigo was still laughing and Rukia decided she really liked the sound of his laugh.
"Oh dear, are you actually laughing?"
Ichigo straightened himself out, "No!"
Rukia leaned over and made the face again, this time she was almost right in his face, "No? Your not laughing?"
Ichigo pushed her back a little and chuckled, "Stop, we'll wreck my baby!"
Rukia leaned back in her seat and smiled, "There's hope for you yet Ichigo.."
Rukia reached out her tiny pale hand and took his, he squeezed it gently and suddenly Ichigo's heart hurt- literally, like it had suddenly been flooded with emotions he was never prepared for.
Ichigo looked over at Rukia who was smiling beautifully and seemed very pleased with herself for cracking his tight composure, she was holding his hand and her indigo eyes seemed to bore into him.
Rukia leaned over near the drivers seat and then suddenly licked his mouth playfully, "There! Now were even!"
Ichigo felt his stomach flop and he knew suddenly he was in big trouble, he was no dumb ass. Ichigo's needs, wants, desires, love- it was all tied up at this small girl's whim. Frankly he was screwed.
A/N Yay! Did you see what I switched up? RnR for more! Love you guys!
