Author's Notes: This is a remake of Behind Closed Doors. I wasn't completely happy with the way the story was going. It was supposed to be more scandalous originally. But, I don't want the characters to be too OCC. This story is a AU set in Los Angeles, California. If you don't like AU's then this story isn't the story for you. There will be some OC's but not that many.
This fic will be going in a slightly slower pace. I hope this version is a little better. Ichigo will be 28 years old in this story. Orihime and Tatsuki are 18. Rukia and Renji will be 32.
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo not me.
Orihime Inoue just arrived at her last interview for today. She applied for a babysitting job to help pay for living expenses. Since she was denied a scholarship for the first half of her freshman school year at UCLA. She lived in Culver City, California. Orihime had long, straight blood orange hair, pale complexion, curvy figure, very busty with big dark gray eyes around 5'2.
The Kurosaki's seemed like nice people. They greeted her politely. She was surprised of how young the couple was. No older than 28 years old.
"Miss Inoue, come on in." The brown haired lady said. The wife's name was Mulan. She had long, straight, dark brown hair, dark brown slanted eyes with a vanilla complexion. Mrs. Kurosaki also had a slim build around 5'4 in height. She's a Wedding Planner.
The husband on the other hand was very tall. His name was Ichigo. He's a Real Estate Agent. He has light orange hair that stopped above his shoulders. A light tan skin tone with a slim muscular build. Mr. Kurosaki's eyes were medium brown. It reminded her of chocolate.
"Miss Inoue?" A deep voice called out to her. She finally snapped out of her daydreaming.
"Yeah!" The gentle lady responded. Orihime focused her attention to him.
"You can sit here." The older lady gestured her to sit across from them at the table.
"Why should we hire you Miss Orihime Inoue?" Ichigo asked in a serious tone.
"Well, I'm really good with kids. I will need to know the rules you set for your child first. She answered.
"Good enough. We took a look at your record at . You don't seem to have any experience in this field. But, that doesn't mean we won't give you a chance. Your background is squeaky clean." Mulan replied.
"That's very true. I stay out of trouble. I'm 18 years old. I am a freshman at UCLA." Orihime explained happily to the couple.
"May I ask what's your major?" The orange haired man asked curiously.
"My major is Journalism."
"Great. When are you available?" Ichigo continued to ask her questions instead of Mulan.
"2 p.m. through 9 p.m."
"That's perfect for our schedule. Our 8 year old daughter Zao's bus will be here around 3 p.m. Do you cook?"
"I cook everything."
"Ramen with wasabi and red bean paste. Chocolate rice balls with cheese." Orihime stated.
The couple looked at one another with a slight frown. "Those are . . . very interesting combinations." Mr. Kurosaki announced.
Inoue laughed at their reaction. "Don't worry about it. I also make plain food like, spaghetti, burgers, fried rice, chicken burritos."
He blew out a sigh of relief.
"Would you accept the offer of $25 per hour from 3-9?"
"YES. OF COURSE." The new sitter yelled from excitement.
They laughed at her reaction. The Kurosaki's went over a few more things with Orihime before she left.
The red haired lady called her roommate/best friend to tell her the good news. Her name was Tatsuki Arisawa. The lady attended the same school as her friend. She's around the same height and age as Inoue but with a more slim figure. Her skin tone was a bit darker with dark brown eyes and black hair with a mullet.
The new sitter called her best friend to tell her the good news.
"Hello!" Tatsuki answered.
"Hey Tatsuki. I just finished my last interview for the day." She responded in a happy tone.
"Oh. Did anyone hire you?" Arisawa asked curiously.
"Yep." Orihime explained happily.
"That's great. Where do you want to go celebrate? It's my treat."
"I'm not sure. I don't want to spend all your money." She said a bit worriedly.
"Don't be silly. We should go to Calendar's Grill. I heard the food's good there."
"Alright. I'll pick you up now." The women shared the same car. They would take turns to drive on certain days and or special occasions.
She picked up her best friend so they can go out to eat.
The girls headed to Calendar's Grill. Tatsuki and Orihime waited in line for a few minutes before being seated.
"How did your interview go?" Tatsuki asked her roommate.
"It went great." Orihime added.
"Where does this family live?" The raven haired woman asked curiously.
"Manhattan Beach." She answered.
"That's a nice area to live in. So, do they live in an apartment or house?" Tatsuki wanted to know about the family she now worked for.
"It's a big two story house with a backyard and a pool." The redheaded lady said excitedly.
"Wow! They must make a good living."
A woman walked up to their table.
"Hey Rukia, What are you doing here?" She asked happily. She's in one of Orihime's classes at school.
Rukia Abari's 32 year old married college student. She's short, petite with big dark blue eyes and short black hair with pale skin.
"To eat of course. I come here every now and then." The raven haired lady replied.
"Are you in my English class at UCLA?" asked Tatsuki.
"Yeah, do you mind if I sit with you two?"
"Sure you can, but is the waiter suppose to seat you?" Orihime stated.
"I'm sure they won't mind if I sit here. More room for other customers since I came by myself. She answered.
The waiter came back to the table to take their order. He was a bit surprised to see an extra person seated with them. They explained what happened and decided to let Rukia order with them. The three women ate and talked for about 40 minutes. They all ordered a pie before they left.
Author's Notes: Let me know what you think of this version. I hope it doesn't suck too bad. Some things will be the same from the first version. But, a few differences as well.
I described everyone that has been introduced to the story. Because, I don't think it's fair to only describe some and not all.
Wow! I still suck at describing people. I will continue to practice. I also hope I didn't make too many mistakes.