A/N: so yeah, this took me a while cause it is more of a filler then an actual chapter in my opinion. I have the next chapter already planned out, but this one just didn't sit too well for me. Oh well, I hope you guys still like it though.

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Housing the Bad Boy

Chapter Five

People stepped around the two orange headed people, some looking annoyed that they were just standing there and others who could care less about the pair. Either way, they all walked on without giving a second glance.

Orihime's eyes were still wide with surprise at what he was asking. She had expected something more of value. Was living with her considered something of value? No, probably not. She wasn't worth anything more then a grain of rice. She was smart and your typically average high school student with an after school job.

But she was more into wondering just why he wanted to stay with her of all people. Orihime knew it was none of her business, but she really couldn't help but wonder on about it. Was it a crime to want to know the reason?

With a serious face and tightly coiled fists, she gave her answer to him.

"Of course you can Kurosaki-kun!"

Surprised that gave him such a quick answer after her look of confusion, Ichigo stared at the beauty, now being the one to sport the strange look of confusion at her answer.

He would have expected questions, maybe even be called a pervert for asking such things. He was a male, probably even a little bit older then the girl standing a few feet away from him. Her head reached to his chin. It really didn't say much though, considering he was tall for the average male.

Not really knowing what to do next, the orange headed male just gave her a brief nod. It seemed this girl was different then other girls in an extraordinary way.

"I mean really," she continued to blab on. "You have saved me from evil bad guys and even treated me to a little snack at that café!"

Did she just say a little snack?

"… and those darn little blue men always run around the house singing random songs. The worst part is that they can't sing that great either… Though I wouldn't tell that to them or else they might start to steal my toothbrush and pencils again!" She gave him a look of horror. "You won't tell them I told you that, right Kurosaki-kun?"

"Hmm…? Oh, yeah, I won't tell them Inoue…" He hadn't been paying attention to her rambling much. His thoughts were still stuck on the ice cream. Never had he seen someone eat that much without so much as even stopping from air. It had been as if she hadn't eaten in days.

"So yes, I have explained my reasons for you to stay," she exclaimed with a sun shining smile. "Now, let us go home."

Home?

The word was like a distant memory to him. He hadn't had a place to call home in years. Although he lived back at the base, it wasn't really home appropriate. A run down warehouse sends this kind of vibe. Especially when said warehouse doesn't even have a front door and all the windows are either cracked or broken.

"Home?" he whispered out loud unknowingly. Orihime's eyes widened in surprise, but she smiled none the less. She didn't like how he sounded melancholy.

"Of course, Kurosaki-kun!" Her body turned to face him once again. Orihime tugged on his sleeve to pull him along with her. When that didn't seem to work, she went for his hand and intertwined their fingers together. She tried to hide the blush she now sported. "Your home is mine. And besides, we need to hurry and get you settled in."

And so the two went off to find a ride, she still held his hand as they walked. Orihime felt as though if she let go, then she would never feel such warmth from another person again. Ichigo didn't seem to mind, so she continued on.

He stopped when he remembered something important and ended up being the one to drag her over to an alley. Orihime gave him a confused look, but he kept going into that direction anyway.

Her eyes were greeted by a lone motorcycle. She gasped as the metal machine shined with little light in the closed in area of the alley way. She circled it with Ichigo chuckling at her child like wonder.

"It's so shiny!" She exclaimed and let her fingers brush against the cool metal of the bike.

"Well," Ichigo start, amused by her reaction to it. "I cleaned it up before bringing it all the way here. So of course it's going to look clean. I'm just surprised that the guy who gave it to me let me bring it all the way here."

"Someone gave this to you?" Orihime asked.

"Uh… yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck while his cheeks took on a dark hue of pink. "I guess you could say this guy was my teacher. He was the one who taught me how to fight and defend myself."

Her eyes sparkled as she ran up to him; her breasts flush against his hard chest. Ichigo's blush deepened, but Orihime didn't seem to notice or care.

"Aww! So your teacher gave this to you? How nice!"

"He thought I earned it, well, at least that was what he had said… So he made it for me."

"He made it? Oh, that's even better Kurosaki-kun! To think he had put so much work into this just for you! He must care for you a lot, ne?"

He cleared his throat, clearly still embarrassed that he had liked the way her breasts felt against his chest. "I guess he does… So anyway Inoue, how about we go… uh… home?"

Orihime clapped her hands together. "Of course!"

It got silent as both waited for the other to say something.

Ichigo raised his brows. "What are you waiting for? Get on."

"Get on what?"

He sighed. "The bike, Inoue."

"Oh…" She glanced at the bike, then back to him. "You want me to get on the bike?'

"Yes, the bike." Without waiting for what she had to day next, he picked her up and put her on the back seat. He climbed on himself and let the engine roar. Oh how he loved the feeling.

Orihime stayed quiet (still surprised he had picked her up like that, though she had loved the way it made her shiver) until the bike roared to life. She felt a slight vibration in a place she would rather not say out loud or think about. A small squeak escaped her lips as it went into motion. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

At first Ichigo blushed at the contact, but then warmed up to it as he felt her head lean on to his back. He still sported the blush, but was fine with it as he drove to her house.

When the roads were empty, he speeded up and made Orihime squeal. He laughed and she did too. Her hair whipped around her face and she loved the way the air felt hitting her skin. She also enjoyed being so close to him. When he sped up, she used it as the excuse to hold on tighter.

The ride came to a stop when they reached their destination. Orihime didn't really wonder how Ichigo had still known where she lived; it was more thinking over how she was going to deal with seeing him almost every morning.

They got off and she couldn't help but notice a small live was engraved into the bike. She assumed it was something Ichigo's teacher had put since he was the one to make it. A mark of owner ship she had guessed.

"Heavenly Chain Cutting the Moon"

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Orihime brushed her wet auburn locks with shaking hands. She felt cold and a little confused as to where her mind was going.

As soon as they got to the mansion, Ichigo said he should probably take a shower and get settled in like she had said. He had asked if he was going to stay in the same room or not. He wanted to know if there were any type of rules in the house and everything about it. Orihime had gone through and explained there were no house rules and that she had a different room for him this time.

At first, she was blushing and thinking about how all his questions were something a complete gentleman would ask her. It was hard to believe such a punk could have such a soft and gentle personality. Looking at him she thought he was just any other bad boy, but she was wrong.

Looks could be deceiving, as they say.

She had thought on about this for a few more minutes, but then his new bedroom came into the picture. It was the room right next door to hers.

It was her brother's room.

The room still contained a bed, a dresser, flat-screen television, brown leather couch, and modern style. There was a door that connected her room and his room. She had used it when she was younger to climb into bed with Sora during storms. Orihime had liked the warmth his body gave off as she fell into slumber in his caring arms, whispering a sweet little lullaby.

Orihime had loved her brother, but it seemed fate had different plan for them. He had died, she had lived. There wasn't a day in the seven years he was gone that she didn't blame herself. For the first month she refused to come out of her room, no matter how much her Aunt pleaded and tried to reason with her. Orihime was stubborn and a bit bratty after her brother's death. Sometimes she blamed herself and others she blamed him for dying.

She would scream and cry herself to sleep or not even get to sleep while doing so. On the door connecting the two rooms were scratch marks from where she had clawed at in anger and fear of even thinking of entering the room next door.

This was one of the reasons she had decided to let Ichigo stay in that room. She would never be tempted to go in there. She feared the room. Too many memories to think back to inside of it. The only reason she knew what was in it was because neither her nor her Aunt dared to even crack the door open. She was aware that the maids still went in there to clean, but she was never home when they did so.

They knew better.

Orihime barely remembered her father. Her brother would tell her stories before bed about hoe he had been a brave man, fighting off dangers alongside his family when the sun set. She assumed he had been a policeman, serving his town.

As for her mother, she had been a kind spirit working hard for her children. They had moved to Karakura in hopes of escaping memories of her father. Sora declared he would do anything to protect them, but then their mother died.

Although she had a no memory of her father and only a little of her mother, Orihime loved them. Both had died to protect something, just as Sora had all those years ago by protecting her.

She shook her head, trying to dismiss such sad thoughts. Through all these hard ships, she still had a reason to smile like Tatsuki, her other friends, Yoruichi-san, her Aunt, and a new member to make her smile.

Kurosaki-kun!

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Ichigo frowned as he heard rain pelt against the window of his new room. He had never been a frown of rain and never would be. The sound annoyed him to no end and would make it difficult to sleep tonight.

He plopped down on to the bed and stripped off his jacket and then his shirt. He felt too tired and lazy to take his pants off. So maybe he would go ahead and get some sleep…

A loud wave of thunder interrupted his thoughts and made him jump. A scream soon followed after, coming from the door that connected his and Orihime's rooms.

A protective feeling over took him and he immediately walked over to the only force separating them with a deep scowl set into place.

He turned the knob and entered the room quietly. He was met with complete silence which bothered him. He got in deeper until he spotted her bed only a few feet away in the dark room. He squinted to see if she was there, happy to see a lump underneath the thick covered tossing and turning.

Ready to leave, he stopped in place when a low moan of pain came from the sleeping beauty. He debated on whether or not to actually go over to her bed and check or go ahead and leave…

His damn heart got the better of him.

Her hair framed her face giving her doll like features. Skin so perfect it glowed with the moonlight. Her breath hitched every once in a while showing she was having a nightmare of some sort. Ichigo caressed her face with the back of his hand, feeling the smooth skin.

His face grew dangerously closer to hers, plump lips looking so tempting. His hot breath tickled her nose and made her calm down a bit at the feeling of warmth.

"…so warm…" she murmured in her sleep. Ichigo gave a small smile, feeling better that she was still herself even in her dreams. Now that she was ok, he turned to leave, but something yanked at his arm. He glanced behind him to see Orihime holding on to the source of such warmth, tugging him into the bed.

He gave out a small yelp as he was pulled underneath the covers. Orihime snuggled underneath his chin and was rubbing her assets against his naked torso with the thin fabric of her night gown. His skin twitched and heated, his want was beginning to show and he couldn't decide if he hated or loved it.

Orihime's iron grips, he realized, wasn't going to be letting go anytime soon. So with a sigh he decided to stay and wait it out. But it was when she wrapped her arms around his waist, that he knew he was set for the night and gave up on his plans. So he stayed and was going to hurry and leave her arms in the morning so as not to embarrass her.

In a matter of minutes, sleep over took him.

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When Orihime's eyes fluttered open the next morning after her alarm went off, she met complete darkness and something smooth and warm. She got in deeper, not wanting to get out of bed after feeling such a sensation.

But then it groaned.

She squeaked and pushed at it, making it fall off the edge of her Queen sized bed. It hissed in pain and she covered herself with her blanket, not wanting it to see the skimpy night dress Tatsuki had bought for her last Christmas.

Orihime looked over the bed and found a half-naked Ichigo scrambling for the door dividing their rooms.

She screamed with a red face, embarrassed.

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