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Pairings: Ichigo/Orihime
Spoilers: End of SS arc
Warnings: Mentions of illicit sex
Title: Worries
Not in the usual sense of "I wonder if she's okay?" or "Will she be able to get home by herself?". Actually, he did worry over those things, but he was this way with almost everyone. Especially in Karakura, where he himself was assaulted with brass knuckles and rocks, just for unfortunately having orange hair.
What worried him about Orihime, really worried him, was the buxom girl's sanity. He couldn't really blame her, with all the crazy shit she went through because of him. He also recognized that a lot of the obtuse things she spouted were just to lighten the mood. That being said, Orihime was insane!
He found this out first hand one day when he awoke with a bare-naked Orihime in his arms.
It was odd, considering he did not have that kind of relationship with Orihime, ...that he knew of.
It was also odd, that the last thing he remembered, was fighting some asshole with a hole in his chest the night before. That and... Oh shit... A white mask slowly covering his face. He wasn't sure what the hell he had done while he was possessed, albeit by his subconscious self, but he was damn sure it probably wasn't good.
These facts did not compare in oddity; however, to his strange attire. Was that...? Yes. Yes it was. A children's plastic robot costume.
What the hell happened last night?
He found out later that day with an explanation from an ecstatic Orihime (which he didn't exactly trust at first) and a very odd, very kinky, very explicit video tape (which he apparently helped to create).
Okay. Now he wasn't just worried, he was horrified. A little bit for Orihime, but mostly of Orihime. He didn't know whether to berate her for putting herself in danger or run screaming from the building. He decided on the former.
"But the Mecha costume complimented your mask so well!" the bare-chested beauty protested.
Temporarily shocked that this particular subject seemed more important to her than the fact she just performed many strange and possibly illegal sex acts with a psychotic killer. (He decided to ignore the fact that, technically, he was that psychotic killer.)
"Whatever," she pouted, as she proceeded to label and then tenderly store the video tape of the previous night, "at least that part of you is in touch with his feelings."
Ichigo froze, awestruck, for what seemed like the hundredth time in just a short while. He then realized what else worried him about Orihime. She was too damn observant and she had a tendency to spill her little observations to friends, random strangers, and the occasional inanimate object. Just what did he tell her in between their little escapades?
She was bat-shit-nuts. And he realized, remembering particular scenes from the video, that he wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, his life was anything but normal; he guessed his sex-life wouldn't be any different.
"Orhime..." he finally said.
"Yes Mecha-san?" she replied with a stifled giggle.
"Let's try that again, only this time, without the mask and the costume."
She looked dismayed and said, "I'm sorry, but I don't have any more duct tape."
To placate the innocent girl, Ichigo thought fast "I have an idea," he said as he began to make a call on his cell phone, though he wondered if Rukia would get suspicious about his sudden interest in bondage kidou."
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