who cares tbh, girl.

just writing mini fanfics because i love to. i want to get better. so practice makes perfect i guess. i’ll have a better description soon, work with me.

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ain't sweet enough

part two: oshiruku and mochi

prologue previous chapter next chapter

(a/n: sup y’all. I’m tryna stick to a regular schedule with this series. I know it's been a while but life happens so. I'll try to get back into it! Anyway, this chapter will include a little bit of romance, just a tidbit. Hope you’re in for an emotional ride. Appreciate you for your support!)

As the keys jiggled, echoing in the cool breeze of midnight. The twenty year old walked into the small but modest two-bedroom apartment, with a small prescription bag in his hand. He didn’t hear a sound, which gave him a sense of unease. “Yuzu. Karin.” He said loudly across the dimly-lit apartment not to startle them, or specifically Yuzu. He didn’t hear anything for a while until the small footsteps descended down the stairs.

He made out the shadow of the girl, her scowl (similar to his) and her short black hair could be seen amongst the moonlit space. “What took you so long, dimwit?” She casually snipped at him. Karin folded her arms as she scanned her very tired older brother, and the prescription bag he was holding. She grabbed the bag out of his hands, “Didn’t expect the pharmacy to be open this late. Well, at least she has some in case of emergency.” Ichigo raised an eyebrow as he sat down on the couch. “So you were able to calm her down, huh?”

Karin nodded and she sunk into the plaid sofa, “Barely. But she’ll be fine. I think she’s calmed down a little before she passed out.” Ichigo dug his cigarette pack from his back pocket and retrieved his lighter from his jacket. “Or you’re just better at handling her.” Karin snorted as she stared at Ichigo and the small puff of smoke surrounding him. “How’s work?” She asked, looking at the way he’s slowly drifting off with a cig in his hand really sums up his whole day. “Stressful again, huh? You know, I’m 15, basically. I can help-”

“No, thank you. You need to focus on your schoolwork. That’s how you help me. Knowing that you guys are getting good grades boost my moral.” He repeated the speech to Karin. She knew that’s what he was going to say, she don’t even know why she asked. Maybe for once, he’ll accept the help. But no, he’ll rather singlehandedly work until his legs give away than having his baby sister help out with the bills. Karin lightly sucked her teeth, “Whatever. You men and your pride kills me.” She walked to the kitchen to cut of the light. “Don’t party all night. I’m going to bed.” She waved as she headed to her shared room with her sister. “‘Night.” Ichigo puffed out another wave of smoke then extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray as he slowly drifted off on the sofa.

Orihime woke up in a cold sweat. Her heart rate was kinda high and she felt herself breathing fast. Her gray eyes scanned the environment. Nothing seemed out of place. The moon dimly lit her room through the white curtains, and she checked the alarm clock on her nightstand. 3:00am.

It’s okay. Just another nightmare. Then she felt the covers shifting beside her, feeling a warm presence.

“Go back to sleep, Ori.” She heard his deep sleepy voice and turned to find her topless boyfriend next to her. She slowed her breathing until she had fully calmed down.

She let out a deep sigh and lay back down on the queen-sized bed. Five years have passed, and she still has the same nightmare. Twisting her body, she looked at Ul and his resting face. Why does that nightmare still scare me as much as the first time? She lightly rubbed her hand against Ul's face as she scooted closer to feel his warmth. Her mind suffocated her with dark thoughts but she tried to shake them off. Should she get a drink? Hmm, too lazy. She closed her eyes as she took in her lover's scent to calm her down.

But the warmth subsided as her lover turned his body away from her to the opposite side of the bed. Then a distant memory came back as she recalled that he doesn't like... cuddling. It made him feel 'uneasy' and her doing it all the time was 'annoying.' She mirrored his actions and turned as well, wrapping herself in the covers.

She smiles to herself even though it doesn't reach her eyes. She should be used to it by now. Ul's...different, that's just his character. But she loves him nonetheless. After all, they've been through thick and thin. He's her first love and he's always been there for her. Even though things have changed over the years. She owes him her loyalty and love...right?

The alarm reads 3:15. She needs to go to sleep and stop thinking about these tricky things. Though it would be nice to be cuddled, it made her feel desired and protected.

Suddenly, gentle chocolate eyes appeared in her mind. What? Why did he come to mind?

I mean, yeah, he does seem like a caring and passionate guy, but I only met him a couple of days ago. I don't know him that well to deem he's a good guy, let alone romantic. Well, he does know Tatsuki, so he's probably not that bad, right? She shuffled lightly in the bed. Maybe Tatsuki is right, maybe I am a naive klutz.

It was Monday. And Ichigo was off work.

He was on his way to pick up Karin and Yuzu from school as a surprise. Since it was the twins' birthday. He stopped at a stop light and his phone lit up as it rang. It was Chad. He picked up the call and put him on speaker. "What's up, man?" He heard the normal clanging and drilling in the background.

"The beetle's finished." Chad's low voice was over the phone and sounded a bit ragged today. "She was a piece of work too."

Ichigo chuckled and let off the brake as the light turned green. "Yeah, 'm not even a mechanic and I could tell that thing was a piece of junk. But you gotta make do with what you got right?" Ichigo made a right at the intersection. He heard Chad chuckle and mumble something under his breath. "Oh, it's the twin's birthday party today, hm? Lemme Cashapp you sumthin'"

"Oh, there's no need, Chad. You've done enough really-" Ichigo tried to brush his overly abundant kindness off. But Chad beat him to the punch. "Nope, already sent $60 to your tag. Get them something nice. I'll try to get off my shift early to surprise them." Ichigo scoffed as he shook his head. "You're such a softie under all of that muscle.." A tiny bakery shop caught his eye and a recent memory of Yuzu saying she craved some mochi. Even though, Yuzu always has a craving for sweet things. He looked at the time. 12:05. He had plenty of time to stop in and get something.

"Hm, don't tell anyone my secret." Chad joked as Ichigo rolled his eyes. He parallel-parked the Jeep in front of the store. "Whatever, softie. Look, I'm gonna go and grab some sweets for the party tonight. You want anything?" He heard Chad thinking in a low hum.

"What about that red bean soup? I remember the last time I was hanging out over there Karin and I were watching this anime and this red bean soup popped up and it looked delicious-" Ichigo chuckled and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Got it, got it. Red bean soup. Although, I don't think that a bakery shop would have that, no?"

Ichigo exited his car and locked the doors. "Hm, it's a sweet dish, maybe they'll have it. If not, don't fret." The doorbell rang as the orange-haired male walked into the pink and pastel-decorated bakery. The scent of brown butter and sugar overwhelmed his nostrils. Ichigo wasn't really a 'sweets' kinda guy but as he observed the pastries through the display, he must admit that even his mouth began to water.

"Oh, Ichigo, don't forget to let that girl know that her car will be ready to pick up tomorrow." He heard his friend on the phone as he managed through the store to try to find the mochi section. "Alright man, I'll call her tonight." He responded. Hmm, maybe text would be better since he didn't know her schedule. Good lord, how is this store so confusing for such a small store?

"Hello! How can I help you- Kurosaki-kun?" Well, speaking of the devil. Well, actually angel? Ew, that was cringe. He could hear his sarcastic sister say if she would hear his thoughts.

"Orihime? I'll call you back Chad..." As he hung up the phone, he turned his attention to the cute redhead who had an overly decorated pink apron. He approached the counter, "You did mention you worked at a bakery, huh?" He remembered their first conversation when they discussed their professions. She smiled and nodded, "Yes, indeed. How did you know that I worked here though? I don't think I told you where I worked?" She pursed her lips and squinted her eyes. "Are you stalking me, Kurosaki-kun? Oh! Perhaps you're a spy!" She clapped her hands as she teased the tall man.

Ichigo snorted and waved at the cheeky woman, "Where do you come up with this stuff? No, it just happened to be a coincidence I suppose." He leaned against the counter, "So, what can I help you with Kurosaki-kun? I didn't take you for a sweet tooth kinda guy." She smirked as he rolled his eyes.

"That's because I'm not. It's for my sisters. Their birthday is today." He said as he picked up a strange-looking lion/teddy bear on the counter. Orihime eyes sparkled with excitement as she made a squeal. "Aww, that's so sweet, no pun intended. How old are they?" She leans into the counter, closing the gap between them. Ichigo tried not to act surprised at the distance, "U-um, they'll be fifteen. Officially at midnight."

"Oh! In high school? How exciting!" She clapped her hands, still smiling. "What are their names?" She absentmindedly twirled her hair, and Ichigo chuckled at her excitement. "Yuzu and Karin. And they are both headaches." He sighed and she snickered and rolled her eyes. "Well duh, that's how you know that they love you. They're supposed to give you headaches." Orihime said with her hips on her hips. He chuckled, "Uh huh, is that right?"

She nodded, "It is. Now, come on." She jumped over the counter, successfully. Ichigo raised his eyebrows, "Wow, impressive."

She cutely squealed again and jumped up and down, "Right?! I've been practicing for weeks to do the over-the-counter jump in movies. I should go to a dojo now, huh?" Ichigo laughed at her cute antics and shook his head. "Hmm, not yet. Maybe until you master jumping over a fence."

Orihime pouted and folded her arms, "Aww, but that's gonna take forever to master that level!" Ichigo smiled but stopped in his tracks as he remembered. "Oh! Orihime, my friend at the shop said he just finished the beetle and should be ready to pick up tomorrow."

"Really?! What perfect timing!" She clasped his hands between her two small ones. "I truly thank you, Kurosaki-kun! I wish I knew how to repay you!" He smiled sheepishly and reclaimed his hand to scratch the back of his head. "Don't sweat it, Ori. However, one way you could repay is by directing me to the mochi section?" Orihime slightly blushed at the nickname but furrowed her eyebrows at Ichigo's question.

"Ah! Does one of your sisters like mochi? How adorable! Yes, right this way!" She grabbed his arm and led him toward the back of the store where a small refrigerated display of glutinous rice buns was. "Hmm, yes. And we have them in many flavors like matcha ice cream, strawberry, or mango. Or just red beans. I like to have mine with wasabi, the sweetness and the spiciness are so good together." She practically drools at the thought of her unusual concoction. Ichigo scrunched his nose at the idea, "Really, wasabi? Oh! That reminds me. Do you happen to have red bean soup?"

Orihime hums as she thinks, "No, unfortunately, we don't have Oshiruku at this shop. Usually, you'll either have to get that at a restaurant or make it at home." She smiles as she pulls her phone out of her back pocket. "I do know how to make it though. I can send you a recipe through text. And you can buy the ingredients here." Ichigo thought for a moment and shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm not much of a cook though. And I do want it to be a surprise. Eh, I don't know. I might just stick with the mochi buns." But Orihime pouted her bottom lip and folded her arms in an 'X'. "No good! You should try anyway. It's about the experience and the memories." She passionately shook Ichigo's shoulders. He laughed and grabbed her arm to stop, "Alright, alright. Though, I think you're just trying to get me to buy more stuff. You're a great salesperson." She snorted at his response.

"One of my many careers in my past lives." She smugly winked at him and he winked back. Out of nowhere, a strong sense of confidence came over Ichigo as he approached the redhead. He instantly closed the distance between them, grabbed her hand, and gently placed his lips on her knuckles. "Although, I would prefer if you came over to teach me how to make it."

At this, Orihime almost matched her face with the color of her hair. Okay, maybe he was a passionate, romantic guy. She started to fidget, and her eyes darted across the room, "W-Well, I would love to, but I have plans tonight...with my boyfriend..." She slowly muttered the latter part. Ichigo's mind froze but he instantly retracted his hand from hers.

He stepped back, "Oh, I'm sorry. I-I didn't-"

"No, no, it's fine. I never told you before." She assured him and laughed awkwardly. He nodded, "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have assumed."

After a short pause, he cleared his throat. "A-anyway, I'll just take a box of the red bean mochi. Then I should be going." He forced a fake smile and Orihime winced.

"Really? Are you not going to make the Oshiruku?" He shook his head at her question as he grabbed the rice buns. "No, maybe another time." She slightly frowned but nodded, "Oh, okay then. Right this way." She rang up the mochi behind the counter. "That'll be 910 yen. Also, Kurosaki-kun, I hope this doesn't affect our...relationship. I like to continue to be your friend." She nervously hands him the bag. Ichigo looks at her momentarily, chuckles to himself, and hands her the money.

"No, I wouldn't want that either. You have my number, right?" His smile reaches his warm brown eyes as he gently takes the bag from her grasp. "Call me anytime you need me, Orihime. See ya!" He waves as the doorbell rings, and Orihime shouts 'Sayonara' before he's out of sight. She gazes at the orange-headed male as he climbs into the two-door Jeep. Orihime doesn't know why but she frowns when he leaves. She turns her hand to her hand, or rather, the knuckles that he so gently kissed. She could still feel his lingering soft and warm touch. Or how her heart almost jumped out of her chest when he called her 'Ori.' She almost wished that it didn't end.

She slapped her cheeks before her mind ran too wild. What is wrong with her? She has a boyfriend who's literally waiting for her at home. A boyfriend who calls her 'Ori' all the time. Why is she thinking of these forbidden thoughts? She tried to busy herself with sweeping the front of the store.

Maybe it had just been a while since she'd felt that way before. But she's used to plenty of guys flirting with her off the streets before, how was this one different than the others?

Her phone rang in her pocket, and without looking she answered. "Hello?"

"Orihime, I won't be able to pick you up today." A deep voice came over the other line. "Got a call from work, you'll have to take the train today."

She hummed, an uneasy feeling overcame her as she thought about taking the train at night. "Oh, that'll be fine. Maybe Tatsuki-chan will help!" She chirped, knowing that Tatsuki is currently out of town.

"Hmm, ok then." And that was the end of that conversation. 12 seconds. Maybe she held the record for the shortest convo on a phone ever. Should she contact the Guinness World Record?

She chuckled to herself. Maybe he was just having a bad day, though not like it was different from any other day. She paused her sweeping and looked at her hand with a solemn expression. When was the last time he made her feel that way? She glanced out of the window looking at the pearly white clouds as she tried to recall a romantic interaction between them.

(a/n: alrighty then! i felt as if this chapter was too short. but I'll try to make it up in the next. i know this is a slow burn but I promise the next chapter will have more drama in it. maybe romance? who knows. but thx for the support! smooches! ps. yall think Ichigo came off too strong?)

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ain’t sweet enough

part one: shortcakes and ice cream

prologue part two

(a/n: honestly, i still wanna continue this story. sooo, i don’t care if ya don’t like it. but i saw a couple of positive responses, thank you very much to those replies. I know this took a little while but I’ll see if I can get a schedule ready. Feel free to tell me how you like it! other tags: fluff, Ichihime, angst, slow start, romance, drama)

“So, you’re working at Urahara’s now, huh?” Ichigo remained silent as he run up the customer’s items. “$10.54, please.” He announced to the young man. The blue haired man smirked and adjusted his glasses. He gave the employee his debit card, “Typical.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “And what’s that supposed to mean?” Ichigo slightly snapped at his friend, who was purposely irritating him. “It means that you’re a predictable person, Kurosaki. What did you lose your previous job? Or more specifically, did you get mad and quit?” He said, gathering his items in a bag.

Ichigo rolled his eyes, “Geez, Ishida, I can’t stand you sometimes. You’d rub salt in a wound just to prove that it stings.” Ichigo tapped on the screen, printing out his receipt. He handed it to him, “So how long were you planning to keep this job a secret?” Ishida placed his receipt in his wallet and placed the wallet in his back pocket.

“Till I found a new one.” Ichigo came from around the counter and started to unbox some supplies for the store. “I didn’t have time to hear your snarky replies but I guess you beat me to it. I didn’t even know you hung around this area.” He started shelving perishable food and Ishida shifted his feet. “No, I usually don’t. I was just visiting some relatives.” He said and gave a long sigh.

Ichigo noticed, “Everything good?” Before Ishida gave a response, someone walked through the door. Ichigo greeted “いらっしrゃいませ” (Irasshaimase means welcome) and the stranger waved back. Ishida continued when he walked by, “Same old shit. Drama here, business arrangements there.” Ishida’s family is a well-known family who runs a large insurance company. There are plenty of lawyers in his family, which is the major Ichida is currently studying. His immediate family life isn’t the best, especially when your father is pressuring you to take over the company and his mother sets up marital arrangements for him.

“Sounds like a headache. Let me know if you need an aspirin. Or some ice cream.” Ichigo finished unpacking one box and returned to the counter. Ishida slightly smiled, “It’s going to take more than an aspirin and ice cream to get rid of that headache.” Ishida jingled his car keys, “Hey, are you gonna be on the game this weekend?” Ichigo pondered the question, “Don’t know yet. Depends on how tight the money’s looking. Also, depends on Karin and Yuzu.” The orange haired man grieved at the thought of those two.

Ishida smirked and headed towards the door, “Sounds like an excuse. Since you know I’ll beat your ass.” Ichigo flipped him off, “Shut up and get out.” Ichigo said as he saw his friend leave, chuckling. The stranger from while ago came up to the counter to ring his items out.

It’s only been two weeks since he’s been working at Urahara’s shop, and he’s getting the hang of it. Ichigo might have a temper and can sometimes come of as rude, but he was a quick learner and a hard worker. In fact, Urahara trusted him so well, that he left Ichigo in charge of the whole store while he went to pick up some supplies. While it didn’t pay much as Ichigo would like, it did manage to pay the bills, get some food, and make sure that Yuzu and Karin had what they needed. Barely, though. “良い一日を.” (Yoiichinichiwo means have a good day) Ichigo said as the customer left the shop, leaving only him.

He took a breath and before he could decide what to do next, his phone rang. He grabbed his phone and looked at the caller ID, and answered immediately.

“What’s up, Chad?” He placed the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he rearranged the cash register. A deep, low voice came from the phone, “Nothing much, just checking in.” Ichigo smiled to himself. “Ain’t nothing wrong over here. Just trying to make ends meet.” Chad hummed in agreement, “I heard that. You still working at that packaging factory?”

Ichigo contemplated on telling Chad the truth, “Yeah, no. I had to give up that job. They were overworking me. Also, I think they were not paying me fully.” Ichigo closed the register, “I’m working at Urahara’s for now.” His friend went silent for a moment, “Urahara’s? Am I hearing that correctly?”

“Yep, nothing wrong with your hearing. This is a job that’s only going to keep the money flowing until I find a new job.” Ichigo stated his case, while picking up a broom to sweep the floor. Chad chuckled, “Wow, hell must’ve frozen over. I guess Ichida was right about you eventually working for Urahara.” Ichigo sucked his teeth.

“Don’t mention that asshole. He already knows and it’s pissing me off.” Chad laughed at his reply. “Oh, how’s it going with that red head that you’re interested in?” Chad says, hearing some ruckus over the phone. Ichigo continued sweeping the floor as he thought about the last encounter with the woman. He only seen Orihime once after he dropped her off at her place. She was shocked but seemed happy when she saw him working as an employee. She said she was glad that there was another familiar face that she knows around the area, and plus has his number to get in touch.

He truly didn’t get this job because of her, it was necessary to have this job in order to stay afloat. But he considered it a perk of the job to converse with Orihime. She was an interesting character who was bringing a new light in his life. Not as a love interest, because he still thought it was weird to think of her like that (even though he’s enamored by her beauty). He doesn’t even know her as a friend yet, and he’d like to take it slow before he gets to that stage.

“Again, I’m not interested, Chad. I just thinks she’s a nice girl.” He paused on sweeping, “Also, how’s her car? Is it back to running smoothly?” Chad puffed out a breath, “No, not yet. I’m not gonna lie. That beetle is a piece of junk. Motor’s barely functioning, transmission’s faulty, and it needs a bad tune-up. She’s lucky that she was able to drive it for this long.” Ichigo shook his head and sighed.

“Christ, that’s not good. She did tell me that she’s had it for a long time and it’s rusty. But I still don’t think she wants to scrap it yet.” Ichigo heard a sound of something hammering metal. “I ordered some parts, should come in this week. It’ll be enough to get her back on the road. But it’ll still be in bad shape.”

“How much will the bill rack up to be?” Ichigo knew that Orihime was a part-time baker and student. Also, meaning that she didn’t have a lot of money. “Don’t worry. She offered to pay $300 to get it back on the road, I’ll just accept that as payment.”

I’m pretty sure that part cost more than $300 or close to it.

“Chad, that doesn’t sound like much profit. Look, I can spot you some cash-” His friend cut in off, “No, call it a friend’s referral discount.” Ichigo paused and smiled, “Thanks man, I’m sure she’ll appreciate it too.” Sado Yasutora might appear to be quiet and not social to others, but he had a heart of gold. He never asked for nothing or expected anything from his friends.

“You’re a great friend-” Chad cut him off.

“Yeah, yeah. But you owe me in before next year starts.” He hung up the phone. Ichigo gapped at the screen then shrugged. That’s fair.

“Inoue, are you daydreaming again?” Her dear best friend pulled her mind away from the clouds. “Huh? I’m sorry did you say something Tatsuki-chan?” She looked at the short lack haired woman who clearly seemed irritated. Orihime couldn’t blame her though, if she were in Tatsuki’s shoes, she’ll be pretty irritated with herself. Not only is she an airhead, but she’s inconveniencing her friend for a ride since she doesn’t know when to regularly give a maintenance check on a car. “I said asking if you knew when your car would be ready.” Tatsuki repeated herself.

“Oh, don’t know. He said he’ll call me when he’s finished though.” Orihime replied. Tatsuki didn’t seemed too pleased with her answer, “Call you back, huh? Who is this guy anyway cause I don’t trust him. He could be running a scam.” She muttered under her breath and Orihime laughed at her dramatics. “Oh, relax, Tatsuki-chan. The man who referred me to him is a very kind man. So, I believe he’ll do a good job.”

“Geez, Inoue, you’re too damn trusting. You’re that type of person who would see a homeless man on the street, feed him, and allow him to stay in your place until he can get back on his feet.” Her friend stopped at the intersection due to a red light. Orihime slightly frowned at the idea, “Would that be so bad?”

“Yes, it would! He could be a serial killer for all you know. You never invite a stranger into your home, that’s rule number one of not putting yourself in danger.” She let on the gas once it turned green. Orihime Inoue was a beautiful girl with a big heart, but sometimes she was, no-no, is known for being naive. Her naivety has been discussed with her for all her life by different people, but she still doesn’t know when she’s being over-trusting at times. Nobody knows how but she’s managed so far, she calls herself ‘lucky.’ I guess it was luck since she got accepted into a private girl’s school, because anything bad could’ve happened if she was enrolled in a public school.

“I’m relieved that you’re safe though. That man didn’t do anything sexually inappropriate to you, right? You can tell me if he threatened you not to tell.” Tatsuki was interrupted by Orihime’s loud sigh, “For the fourth time, no. He was incredibly nice and mature about things. And quite frankly, I’m offended on how ignorant you think I am. I know when a guy comes across as a pervert and if he’s really genuine.” Tatsuki gave Orihime a side-eye and scoffed at seeing how serious she was. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do!” Orihime slightly raised her voice, becoming agitated. “No, you don’t. Remember that time when that middle aged guy at the gas station asked you for help to get his wallet?” Orihime pondered and recalled the situation, “Yes, he just asked for me to get his wallet of the ground. What’s wrong with that?” Tatsuki rolled her eyes, “Oh please, that man looked healthy to grab his own wallet. And not to mention, he positioned it just right for you to bend down so he can get a glimpse of your underwear. Lucky, I was there to stop him.” Orihime pouted at Tatsuki’s statement, as she stared out the window.

“But was kicking him in his crotch necessary?” She mindlessly said. “Absolutely. That’s an crucial attack to use when a man is coming on to strong towards you.” Tatsuki observed her fuel needle which was inching towards E. She cussed under her breath, “I’m going to need some gas soon.”

Orihime frowned a bit more about the situation she was putting Tatsuki in. Her close friend was seeming a little more upset than she usually is, and she keeps wondering if it’s because she’s becoming burdensome to her friend. “Tats, again I’m sorry about you having to carry me back and forth to work. I promise-” She started to apologize.

“Orihime cut it out, you’re not a pain in my ass. I told you I don’t mind it at all.” Tatsuki replied nonchalantly. But Orihime didn’t let up. “No, no, it’s not fine. If I weren’t so stupid and sold that car years ago, I wouldn’t have to deal with this mess. Then you wouldn’t have to waste your gas and you wouldn’t be so irritated with me.”

Tatsuki looked to Orihime with a face of surprise, which turned into concern. “Hey, Orihime, don’t be so hard on yourself. We can’t predict everything.”

“Well, you can’t predict everything.” The orange-haired man said and she agreed and the car was silent for a moment until she spoke again.

Tatsuki reached over and pinched her cheeks, “Ow!” The red head cried. “Plus, I’m not mad at you. I’m just worried, that’s all. Can’t I be worried, I’m your friend, right?” Orihime slightly smiled and pinched her cheek back. “Yeah, you’re my best friend.”

Tatsuki smirked and went back to focusing on where she was going to get her gas. Then Orihime observed the area more clearly. “Hey! I know where we are! If you make a right on the next street, there’ll be a convenience store on your left.” Tatsuki raised an eyebrow, probably questioning Orihime’s direction. But she thought that it couldn’t hurt so she followed her instructions.

“If he’s here, I’ll introduce you to the man who helped me out that night with my car!” She smiled at the idea of seeing his scowling face. Orihime couldn’t help but giggle because of how soft he was behind that face. If he wanted to, he could scare off anyone with just his looks. But she liked the idea of him being soft as a teddy inside. Not ‘like’ him but was intrigued by him.

“Great. Now I can size up the perv myself.”

They arrived at the small convenience store and mini gas station. Orihime got out of Tatsuki’s gray Ford Focus and made her way to the entrance. She scanned the parking spaces and saw a familiar green Jeep. “Yep, he’s here. Come on Tats.” She waited for her friend to reach her. “I’m coming, geez. Why do you even seem this excited to see him?” She questioned her and Orihime shrugged it off as she opened the door for the both of them.

Tatsuki quickly did a scan over the place. It wasn’t too shabby. It reminded her of a mini farmer’s market along with a marketplace to buy some souvenirs. The place had it’s own charm which could grow on you. She looked at the sign which said ‘Welcome to Urahara’s Corner Store.’ She never heard of this place before but she’ll make a mental note of it next time.

Tatsuki looked towards her friend who was looking around for something, or specifically someone. “いらっしrゃいませ.” They both heard a greeting come from the back. Orihime smiled and grabbed Tatsuki’s arm, “Shh, let’s sneak up on him.” She whispered as her friend took her eyes.

They, well, Orihime tiptoed to the back while Tatsuki walked casually behind her with her hands in her pockets. The black haired woman was peering at the cute souvenirs whilst following Orihime. Something’s caught her eye and made a note to come back when she’s done talking to the perv. Closely making their way to the back, Orihime saw the orange haired men storing some beverages having his back exposed to them. She hopped towards him quietly and cuffed her mouth. “Boo!”

He didn’t flinch as he slowly turned his head to the red head. He chuckled as his eyes landed on the familiar red head, “Inoue? What are you trying to do?” Tatsuki tilted her head to the side, recognizing the voice. Orihime folded her arms and pouted, “Well, I was trying to scare you. But I guess I’ll have to find other creative solutions to shake ya. Anyway, I was just stopping by and I wanted you to meet my friend-”

“Ichigo Kurosaki!?” Tatsuki walked in front of Orihime and stared at the familiar orange head man. Ichigo almost dropped the beverages in his hands. “Tatsuki Arisawa?” He grinned manically and he pulled her in for a big hug. Orihime blinked at the interaction, somewhat confused.

“Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in so long!” Tatsuki wrapped her arms around her childhood friend. “Orihime! You should’ve told me that the perv was Kurosaki! Then I would’ve believed you for sure.” Ichigo backed up from Tatsuki, “Perv? Since when did I become a perv?” She shushed him, “No offense, Ichigo. Orihime told me some random dude offered her a ride home and I immediately thought that it was some perverted old man, since she attracts those type of guys.” Kurosaki have an understanding nod as Tatsuki mockingly winked at Orihime.

“I do not.” Orihime pouted and looked at the pair, still side hugging. “Anyway, wow, what a coincidence that you know each other. So how did you guys meet?”

“Yeah we go way back, since we were nine years ‘till the end of middle school, right?” Kurosaki questioned his childhood friend. “Something like that. Also, we were students apart of the same dojo. So, I guess we are considered rivals also.” Orihime eyes lit up to the words ‘dojo.’

“Really?! That’s so cool! You know I always wanted to be part of a dojo.” Orihime looked at Kurosaki, “Tatsuki won’t teach me though, she said I’m too clumsy to handle it.” Tatsuki rolled her eyes, “Yes, you are.” She stated and Ichigo simply chuckled. Inoue ignored her friend’s reply, “Kurosaki-kun, since you’ve been at a dojo, can you perhaps teach me how to beat people up?” Kurosaki eyebrows rose up in amusement at the request. Before he could respond, Arisawa spoke.

“You’re asking him? Really? He’s tough, I’ll give him that. But he’s nowhere near my level.” Kurosaki sucked his teeth in disagreement. “Please, Tatsuki. You’ve only bested me twice and that’s when we were kids. I’m pretty sure I’ll demolished you now.” Arisawa smack the orange head across the head. “I’d like to see you try.” He narrowed his eyes at Tatsuki, and the shorter woman narrowed her eyes back. Orihime caught both of their attention by clapping her hands.

“But please, Kurosaki-kun, can you consider my request?” His heart slightly swooned at seeing her gray puppy eyes on the cute shortcake. But he quickly regained his focus at the question, “I don’t know, Inoue. I’m not a great teacher, plus I don’t have the time.”

“Also, you’ll be doing more damage to yourself than to the enemy, Orihime.” Arisawa added, making Inoue click her tongue. Sure she was clumsy at times (most of the time) but she deserved to know how to defend herself when the time comes. She may mess up from time to time, but she’ll get the hang of it eventually. She needed this as self-defense too, since Tatsuki kept mentioning how she attracted perverted characters. It was totally not because she was interested in competing in sumo wrestling on the side. Totally not.

“But hey, if you just want to just defend yourself against horny guys. I don’t usually recommend it, but a good kick to the groin will do. If you can’t do that, a head-butt or an elbow to his ribs can do it too.” Ichigo said, and she heard Tatsuki mutter an ‘I told yo so.’ Orihime huffed at the similarity of the pair, “But that’s not cool enough!” She whined and folded her arms. “Oi, quit your whining.” Ichigo smiled and shook his head at the two women’s antics.

“So, what have you’ve been doing since you graduated from that preppy girl’s high school?” He asked his old friend. Tatsuki hated when Kurosaki referred to it as a ‘preppy’ high school, because in reality, it was. The only reason she went to the school was because she was forced. Her mother thought it would’ve been good for Arisawa to hang around girls instead of boy all the time.

“I’m studying to be a health coach.” She replied to Ichigo; he nodded. “What about you, Ichigo? And how’s mister Kurosaki and your twin sisters doing?” Kurosaki’s face tensed for a moment before he replied. “They’re doing well. But I don’t know what to do at the moment. I’m just tryna figure out myself.” Tatsuki gave an understanding nod.

“I told him that he could be a mechanic since he knows cars.” Inoue says as she patted the orange man on the back. Tatsuki eyes widen in realization, “So the mechanic is Sado-san?!”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Kurosaki turned his head in Inoue’s direction. “By the way, did Chad get back to you with the price?” Orihime smiled and nodded, “Oh yeah, this afternoon! He said he’ll charge me $300 for the engine replacement.” Tatsuki’s mouth dropped, and Ichigo just shook his head and sighed. “$300! For an engine replacement! That’s too cheap.” Inoue gasped as he eyebrows rose.

“What? Do I need to pay him more?” Tatsuki folded her arms and shook her head. “No. Well, honestly yes. But Chad is being too nice and he really stubborn. We wouldn’t accept any money from you if he thinks that you need it more than he does.” Orihime pouted her plump lips in a frown. “I knew that it didn’t sound right! It costs around $95 for an oil change. He didn’t have to do that!” Ichigo smiled at the determination she had in her eyes. He thought that it was admirable of her to be honest in her everyday life.

“That’s Chad for you. He might seen a bit intimidating, but he’s a softie at heart.” Ichigo said and he felt a vibration in his back pocket. He reached and saw Karin name across his phone screen. “Ah. My sister’s calling.” Tatsuki nodded and looked at her watch.

“Also, it’s past 7pm. I gotta get you back home, Orihime.” Her friend said and Inoue realized the time. He’s probably sick, waiting for me. She thought to herself.

“Oh yeah, it’s getting late.” The redhead spoke and patted Ichigo on his shoulder. Tatsuki gave the orange head one last side hug. “Tell everyone I said hi, alright. Oh, and put your number in my phone.” She said to his old friend. He nodded putting his phone in his pocket, letting it go to voicemail. In a few moments, he created a contact in Tatsuki’s phone. “We should meet up soon. And hey, maybe I could beat Mr. Kurosaki in a match next time.” Ichigo eyes dulled for a slight moment, remembering the times where his dad and Tatsuki would have arm wrestling fights on Saturday nights. He smiled at the thought, “Maybe.”

The two girls waved goodbye as the headed out in the night. Ichigo waved back wishing them to stay safe. He picked his phone back up and dialed his sister. “Sup, Karin.”

“Hey, what time are you coming home? Yuzu’s having an attack again.” He heard his younger sister say in a controlled voice. He pinched his eyebrows, “Shit, I’ll be home shortly.” As the said their goodbyes, he reminded himself that her medication needed to be picked up. Was the pharmacy even opened at this hour? Probably not. He sucked his teeth at his absent mind.

He rested his head in his hands, “Wish you were here, old man.”

“Thank you, Arisawa for the ride. Sorry to inconvenience you again.” Tatsuki shook her head and smiled, “Told you. No need to say sorry. We’re basically sisters. I’d do anything for you.” Orihime have her a bright smile and instantly hugged her tightly. “I’m glad to have you as a sister.”

Tatsuki returned the hug, pulled back and planted a firm hand on her shoulder, “Orihime, you let me know if anything happens to you, okay?” She gave me a serious look as she looked at my apartment door. I understood that look and nodded, “I will. I’ll be okay.”

“You have my number, call it. Don’t care if it’s two in the morning.” Orihime squeezed her friend’s hand back, “Don’t worry, I will.” She grabbed her handbag that was used for schoolwork and got her keys.

“Ride tomorrow?” She asked and Tatsuki laughed. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

Orihime got out of the car and walked up the stairway to her apartment. Tatsuki waited until Orihime opened her front door, then beeped the horn. Inoue closed the door behind, welcomed to her dimly lit apartment. She didn’t say a word as she took a few steps in her quiet place.

She sat slid out her her sneakers, and walked further to put her bags onto her couch. Orihime felt very dehydrated, not knowing the last time she had some water. So she fixed her a cup of iced water and sat alone on her couch.

He must not be home. She thought to herself and shrugged at the idea. She relaxed a bit, sitting on the couch and drinking her water. When she was done, she got up to rinse out her glass. She thought about the day as she walked to the sink. I wonder how much the engine replacement would’ve really cost. Probably a solid grand.

She remembered when she first met up with Chad. She had to take the bus and followed the address that Ichigo sent her through text. Yeah, the man was tall but she wasn’t scared of him. She could tell he had a heart of gold by the way he offered her some lemonade. And they had a long conversation, not just about the car, but about how he became friends with Kurosaki-san, who’s also friends with her best friend, Tatsuki.

Kurosaki must be a really lucky guy to be surrounded by such great people. Or maybe it’s just that he’s an amazing guy.

As Orihime put her dishes in the rack, two slender pale arms wrapped themselves around her waist. And she felt a hot breath on her shoulder followed along with a small peck on her neck. “You almost scared me.” She heard him chuckle a bit.

Orihime’s soft gray eyes searched for his green orbs, “What were you doing out so late?”

(The end. I’m kinda thinking about making this the first official chapter since it’s a bit longer. But this chapter was basically introducing everyone besides the two main characters. Next time, it’ll start to pick up a bit more. Hope you liked it, smooches.)

[whocarestbhly]

ain’t sweet enough.

prologue: chocolates and strawberries.

part one part two

(a/n: this story contains mature themes such as domestic abuse, sexual themes, death of characters, and mild language)

other tags: fluff, Ichihime, angst, slow start, romance.

(a/n: also, this is my first story so go easy on me like Adele said, i’ll get better overtime. feel free to give me some advice and critique, i’ll listen and respond to you. not to those being a little disrespectful though. also, i feel as if Ichigo and Orihime don’t get no love, so that’s why i wanted to do this story. anyway, we’ll see how it goes. smooches!)

A Convenience Store in Tokyo, Japan. 2:56am.

‘And there I was. In the middle of the soda and beverage aisle. My mouth wide open and my eyes glued to probably the most beautiful person on the planet.’

The previously scowling man stood there openly staring at the red headed beauty, who was having a tough time deciding on which milk to buy. He told himself that he was only at the store to pick up a few staple items: bread, milk, eggs, cigarettes, and beer. Placing the last item on his list in the basket, he started to make his way to the cashier. That's when he stopped dead in his tracks.

Ichigo Kurosaki, a twenty year old man was a man who had problems of showing his emotions. He usually bore a mean scowl on his face, scaring many people off, and he was known as a rough troublemaker. Of course, he had crushes in the past and thought of some women as attractive, but he never acted on his thoughts. And honestly, they never kept his attention long. He’ll usually get caught up in his job, hanging out with his friends, or unintentionally beat some jerk’s ass. His friends tried to tell him that he should get a hold on his temper and stop scowling, or else he'll scare all the girls away.

God, he should've listened to their advice. While he was gawking at the oblivious beauty, his heart hammered against his chest, which is a feeling he rarely got. He could feel the blood rushing into his face, and his palms were getting all sweaty.

If any gangster saw the former infamous high school bad boy, Ichigo Kurosaki, getting flustered by some pretty lady, they would be finding themselves picking up their jaws.

Finally, the woman decided on 2% milk, and was heading towards the cashier, which was at the front. Thankfully, it was away from him. But then again, she's inching close to walking out the store, and there’s a chance he’ll never see her again. He became more anxious at that thought and he didn’t know what to do. It’s not like he didn’t want to speak to her, he just didn’t know how. He’s not what you would call a people person and he was completely fine with that until just now. For the first time, he wanted to talk to someone, a woman at that. He just doesn’t know how to go about it.

She happily laid her food items on the counter: butter, eggs, cheese, red bean paste, milk...

Okay, okay. Ichigo, we don’t even know this woman. It’ll be creepy to just ask for her number. Plus, she could be nuts for all you know.

He squared his shoulders, straightened his back, and held his usual determined scowl. Clenching his handheld store basket, he made his way to the counter. And he was there, one foot away from the being that was making his heart race.

"Okay that'll be-" The cashier was about to announce the total price, until the lady interrupted him.

"Oh, I knew I forgot something! I'll be right back Mister Urahara!" She hurried to the back of the store, and in a minute or less, she came back with a pack of strawberries. Her eyes laid on Ichigo's, which made his heart rate to a little more faster.

He nervously swallowed, and tried his absolute best not to coward. But unexpectedly, the red beauty gave him bright smile. "You don't mind if I cut in front, do you?" She innocently said, which would make him say yes to anything she'd request.

"Nah. I don't mind at all." Ichigo moved out the way. She smiled even wider, "Thank you, kind gentleman." She slid back, and placed the strawberries on the counter, and the old man rung it up. "Okay, that'll be $15.48." She gave him her debit card and waited for her receipt. When he gave it to her, she grabbed her bags and turned around. "See ya later Mister Urahara!"

"You be careful out there!" The old man smiled and waved. Again, her sweet gray eyes landed on Kurosaki's deep brown ones. "And thank you, kind gentleman." He gently waved back, "Don't sweat it."

She carried her two bags of groceries to her car, which was a red beetle. Put the bags in the trunk and hopped in the front and drove off. Welp, probably the last time you’ll see her again. He silently sighed but shook it off as he laid his items on the counter for the man to ring up. “How are you, Ichigo?” Mister Urahara, the owner of the store. He ran the store for the past eight years and has been a local for twelve years, so he’s pretty familiar with everyone around the area.

"Ya staying out of trouble?" He started to ring me up. I rested my elbow on the counter and cradled my head. "I can't afford to get in trouble." Then Ichigo released a long sigh, "I lost my job today."

The cashier grunted, "What's this? The seventh job you've quit for this year?" Mister Urahara chuckled finishing up his order. Ichigo rolled his eyes, "Nope it's only the second. Geez, I knew you was losing your memory but I didn't know it was this bad." Urahara chuckled rubbing his head as Ichigo continued, “But I had a good reason this time. He was working me overtime not even giving me the pay I deserve. I even tried to explain why I couldn't work late hours but he ignored me."

"That'll be $18.50” Mister Urahara said.

Ichigo sighed, "Kinda like you're doing to me right now."

"I heard every word you said, boy." Ichigo gave him his card. He swiped it. "Well, I guess it wasn't meant to be for that job." He gave me the bags. Ichigo was about to grab them and head towards the door but the man put his hand on his shoulder to stop him from doing so.

"If you need a job, you could work here. I know I always say that, but it’s the truth.” Urahara offered to him. He’s been offering Ichigo the same opportunity for the past months, but Ichigo gives him the same reply. "Please, old man. Why would I wanna work here? They're ain't that much pay in this job."

“True, true," The manager nodded in agreement and retreated his hand from his shoulder. "But the hours here are very flexible, meaning you could come in at anytime and leave at anytime." Ichigo grabbed his bags and headed towards the door, “Appreciate the offer once again, but no thanks.”

“Also, you get the chance to talk to my regular customer Orihime-san.” He mischievously smirked at the younger man and continued. “Yeah, yeah. I saw how you were drooling over the woman.”

Ichigo popped a vein, “Oi, just because you’re a perv, doesn’t mean I’m one. I’m not just gonna accept a job because of a girl.”

Urahara raised a brow, “Oh? So you don’t deny your attraction to the woman?” Ichigo narrowed his eyes and sucked his teeth, “Shut up.” As he slammed the door.

On his way back to his apartment, it started to rain.

"Damn it, why does it have to rain now?" Ichigo cursed to himself while driving on the presoaked roads. It was past midnight and in the middle of December. He didn't really care for driving, especially at night. He brought a cigarette to his mouth reached for his lighter in his back pocket. A thunder boomed in the background, and a thought crossed his mind. Why was she out so late anyway? A girl like her should be at the house getting her beauty sleep. There's perverts and dangerous men-

He almost choked on his cig.

But it was like fate were pulling them together, as he saw the red head on the side of the road, parked near a lake. It looked as if her red Volkswagen Beetle had broken down, due to all the smoke that was coming from her hood.

In a flash, he pulled over.

She was soaking wet, gripping her phone for dear life. "Please pick up Tatsuki-Chan...." She silently pleaded while on the verge of tears. She didn't like being alone in the middle of the night. The thought alone scared her. But she didn't have any food at home and she had to make the choice to stop to the store after work.

"Tatsuki here! Sorry I'm not at home at the mom-" Inoue Orhime let her anger get the best of her as she pulled her phone away from her ear and threw it on the soft ground. She huffed in annoyance, her beautiful face twisted in a distressed snare. "I want to cry." And she did cry. Her eyes puffed up as she looked under the hood. Her motor was giving off pure black smoke. She should've sold this car years ago but her heart couldn't allow her to do that. She held precious memories with Gumball (the name she gave the beetle).

Now, she was left stranded on the side of a highway while it was pouring cats and dogs. She didn’t even have the energy to grab her umbrella, she was already soaking wet. But then she heard a howling nearby. I should get in the car. Coyotes could be out tonight. But she heard a car door slam. Terrified, she whipped her head in the direction of the sound and looked into his eyes.

Chocolate. She remembers those chocolate brown eyes.

"H-hey." Her voice squeaked as she stared at the dude she just seen at the convenience store. He stared back at her as he casually strolled to the car. He looked under her hood, "Damn, the engine's blowed." He stated bluntly then looked at her face which had fresh tears. His eyes roamed her soaking wet body. He quickly turned his head away from her gorgeous curves as he inspected the car further.

"Looks l-like it." She tried to clear her voice to sound more confident but failed miserably. Ichigo looked at the busted motor with some thought. Moments later, he spoke. "I know a car shop around the corner. They can have your car ready for you in a day." He informed her, as she looked up at him surprised.

He gazed into her honey doe eyes, then there was that familiar pound to his heart. "I-uh got there number. I'll call them for you so they can fill in an appointment to fix your car.” He scratched the back of his head uneasily whilst melting under her gaze.

"You'll do that for me?" She asked the man who was more than a foot taller than her petite frame. He could've been intimidating to her if he didn't offer to do such kind things for her. He gulped but slightly smiled, “With no problem.” She gave him another one of her blinding smiles, making him blush a little. Then ran up to the man and side-hugged him. "Thank you, kind gentleman!” He tensed at the sudden hug and cool sensation. “Hey, you’re wet!” She quickly pulled back and chuckled, “Oops, sorry.”

He offered to drive her home and she nodded, thanking him again. He just waved it off and helped her groceries in the back of his Jeep. He also reminded her that he phone was on the ground. Embarrassed, she thanked him as she picked it up. It wasn't a quite drive after she decided that he wasn't a bad guy. In fact, he was rather nice. Ichigo would think on the contrary.

When they first got in the car, she hit him with a bus load of questions. "So kind gentleman, what's your name?" She delightfully smiled. He put the key in ignition.

"Kurosaki. Kurosaki Ichigo." The Jeep started and he offered her a hint of a smile. Her held out her hand, "Great name, kind-oop. Kurosaki-kun!" She giggles at her clumsiness, and he simply smirked while shaking her hand. He drove onto the road.

"What's your name?" Though, he kinda already knew because of the old man. "My name is Inoue Orihime!" She chirped, gladly introducing herself, placing her hand on her hips. "A superwoman in disguise!" She tried to laugh boisterously. He raised any eyebrow at her antics. Okay, she’s kinda nuts. But what’s bad about that?

"So what do you do for a living?" She freely asked, he smirked while reaching in his box for a new cig. "I sell drugs." He said bluntly putting the cig in the corner of his mouth. He lit the cig amused as he looked her face of shock. "K-Kurosaki-kun...."

"Just kidding. I'm actually out of work." He chuckled and she caught on and laughed with him. "Jeez, don't scare me like that, Kurosaki-kun." He chuckled a bit, “Same question for you. What do you do for living?” Orihime hummed, “I’m a part-time baker downtown. But my dream job is to become a nurse. I’m currently going to school for that.”

Ichigo let out a puff of smoke, “Really? Sounds like you got it all planned.” She smiled at him, “I’m trying. It’s not easy as you can see with what happened with my car.” He nodded his head, “Well, you can’t predict everything.” And she agreed and the car was silent for a moment until she spoke again.

“So, would do you wish to be?” She asked him a question on which he doesn’t dwell on anymore. But he hummed and pondered, “I don’t know yet. Right now, I just want a job that’ll pay the bills.” Orihime nodded her head this time and thought for a moment, “You know, you’ll make a great car inspector. Or someone who works in mechanics.” He laughed at that.

“You’re just saying that because I just helped you out.” She laughed with him. “Perhaps.”

After a smooth, short ride. Which was too short for Ichigo personally. The two redheads made it to her home safely. "Welp, we're here." She announced as he drove into the apartment complex's parking lot. He park in a random spot, "Yep." Ichigo said, somewhat deflated.

Honestly, he enjoyed the conversation they had up until now. Sure, the more she spoke, the weirder she was but it in a wholesome manner. Anyway, he became comfortable with her and kinda wanted to see more of her. But he didn't know how to bring that part up since they were now at her crib, dropping her off. He didn't just want to spring the question: 'Ay, so I think you and me hit it off pretty well. So what about it? Six o'clock at Seymour's Restaurant?'

A pregnant pause loomed inside the car. She cleared her throat, adding to the awkwardness. "Would you-"

"So um-"

They both spoke at the same time. Another pause entered until Orihime broke it with a soft giggle. "You go first." She said, he smiled lightly. "Okay, I wanted to know if we could...um, you know. Keep in touch?" He asked, unsure if it sounded too creepy. She blinked at him.

He shuffled in his seat at her reaction and continued to talk. "I-I know we just met like 15 minutes ago, but keep in touch so I’d know if everything went right with your car and you seem like decent company and I thought- n-never mind. If you don't want to, it's fine-"

Orihime laughed, loudly this time. "Kurosaki-kun, it's fine." She pulled out a notepad and written something on it. After a few seconds, she handed the paper to him. "Here's my phone number. My phone is wet right now since I dropped it. But make sure you text me so that I can have your number.” Orihime handed Ichigo the slip of paper. He smirked, “I will. Take care and make sure not to throw your phone in anymore water due to anger.” She giggled and pumped her fist into the air, "I'll do my best!" Ichigo slightly shook his head. Then her smaller hand was placed on his larger hands, "I did enjoy meeting you, Kurosaki-kun. I think you're nice company too." She smiled sweetly making the guy next to her blush. He fiddled with his collar, trying to loosen the fabric.

"Yeah. I do my best.” Was all he said, as she grabbed her belongings and said her final goodbyes as she walked towards her apartment. This was about to be very interesting, he thought. Little did he know, that was also what Orihime Inoue was thinking.

The old man had just finished counting the money in the register and was about to move to sweeping the nasty floor. He was humming an old tone, till he heard a car door slam from outside.

He didn't pay it no mind until a man came running frantically to the register. "What in the ham sandwich-" He stopped as he recognized the face. "Boy, whatcha doing around here again?"

"I'll take it." The orange head said, trying to catch his breath. The old man squinted at him like he grew a second head, "Take what?"

Kurosaki Ichigo gave him the same look, only with a hint of determination. "What do think I mean? The damn job!” He said as Urahara blinked in shock. Then the owner started to smirk but before he could say anything, Ichigo beat him to it.

“And no, it’s not because of the girl, you perv.” Ichigo rolled his eyes as Urahara chuckled but gave him some paperwork.

“Sure, it’s not.”

end of chapter.

(a/n: alrighty, that’s how we gonna start it. I’m going to be editing here and there. but lemme know if you guys want me to continue the story.)