Author's Notes: I wanted to write a cute Ichihime fic. Because my other Ichihime stories aren't exactly fluffy. I hope you like this story, it's a AU. This idea came to me a few days ago. I know the title's a bit cheesy. It's rated T for now.

Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.

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The alarm went off around six o'clock. But, the strawberry blonde didn't climb out of bed until 6:15 am. He yawned and stretched out his body before going to the bathroom. Ichigo just started getting used to waking up at the crack of dawn. He was glad to finally have a steady job as a full time mail carrier. Ichigo's only started a month and a half ago. Anything to get him out of that mad house with his insane dad and annoying sisters.

He was already twenty years old. It was time for him to be out on his own. The orange haired guy didn't mind working at the post office if you didn't mind creepy ass houses, dumb dogs, shady neighborhoods and walking a thousand miles up hills everyday. The pay wasn't bad either.

Ichigo left his new apartment around 6:47 am. He arrived to work twenty minutes later. Some co workers greeted him as he clocked in before walking to his station. He needed to arrange mail for his route. This part of the job wasn't so bad. It took almost three hours for him to finish though.

"Everyone seems to finish quickly. Maybe because they've been here for years. I wonder how often my route will change." Kurosaki thought to himself.

It was almost ready for him to head out. All he needed was some more rubber bands. So, he decided to look around.

"Hey Ishida. Do you have any rubber bands?"

"No. Why would I have them? You need to look around some more. There should be some back in the slave station." He emphasized with slight sarcasm.

The mailman didn't like his choice of words one bit. "You cocky ass mail clerk. I'm not a damned slave, none of us are." The blonde scowled in irritation.

"Whatever. All you guys do is deliver mail for many hours in unforgivable weather. Only an idiot would take that job or someone who can't find another job." Uryu said with an uninterested manor.

A mischievous smirk graced his face at a realization. "Oh really? What makes you any better from us? It's not like you get paid more for sitting on your ass all day. We receive more money by actually working."

"Don't push your luck, Kurosaki."

He walked off without a peep. The man finally found what he was looking for. Ichigo gathered all the mail and loaded it in his truck. It felt good to get some fresh air. The day was a little chilly but mostly sunny. Then he remembered the first house he had to deliver to.

"That damned dog better not be out today." He frowned as he pulled up in front of the house.

The mailman was relived that the dog didn't come out. At least that's what he thought until he heard the dog bark. It was a full grown Damnation standing behind him, right after dropping the mail in the box. Kurosaki pulled out some mace and sprayed the dog with it. The poor animal ran away crying.

"That'll teach you to leave me the hell alone you freaking mutt." He half yelled. It was time to continue his route. Most of the other homes wasn't so bad. Their were still some dogs stupid enough to initiate an attack at him.

The next house seemed nice. A white picket fence with forest green grass and a red rose bush in front of a white single story house. But, something was different about today. A red haired lady was watering the grass. He never saw her before. Maybe she stayed home today.

She waved at him when he entered the yard. "Hi. You must be the new mail man." Orihime turned off the water hose to greet him.

"Um, yeah. Are you Miss Inoue?" The blonde never expected her to speak to him. Most of the other people didn't.

"Yes."

Ichigo handed over her mail for today. He turned around to leave.

"Thanks a lot sir. What's your name?" The red head asked genuinely. It's not everyday that she meets a person with similar hair color. The man also seemed like a nice person. It wouldn't hurt to be friendly.

Ichigo turned around to face her. "I'm Kurosaki, Ichigo."

"Nice to meet you, Kurosaki-Kun. Would you like a glass of water or some tea?" Inoue offered politely.

"No thanks." He replied.

"Maybe some other time." She gave him a gentle smile.

"Sure." Ichigo waved at the kind lady. He couldn't help but smile a bit. She was like a breath of fresh air. Not many people would invite you into their home the first you meet them.

"She's way too trusting. I could've been a murderer, thief or even a rapist." The man groaned at the thought. A sweet lady like that needs to be more careful. It'll break his heart if something bad happened.

"Why do I even care? It's not like I know her."

He stopped by a local diner in the neighborhood. Not far from the post office. Even on his lunch break he thought of Miss Inoue. Ichigo didn't know why he couldn't get her out of his head. The blonde never met anyone like her. Her hair was only a few shades darker than his.

"Are you ready to order?" The raven haired waitress asked.

"I'll have the cheeseburger with fries and a coke."

She was irritated by him. He acted like he didn't know her. "Hey. Don't act like you don't know me, jerk.

"Shut up, midget." He retorted.

"You're so rude. Learn some manners." She wrote down the order with scowl on her face.

"I don't have time for your damned lecture, Rukia." The blue eyed lady's an old friend of his. They met in high school. She's two years older than him.

Kuchiki walked away without a word. Ichigo stared out the window before taking a look at his watch. It didn't take long for his food to be ready. He only waited ten minutes.

"Only three more hours and I'm off for today."

The orange haired guy took his time eating lunch. The rest of the day wasn't so bad. He headed home after clocking out. His boss asked if he'd be willing to do overtime. Ichigo politely declined. He was ready to go home and rest.

3:31 pm.

He dropped his keys on the kitchen counter once he made it into his apartment. Kurosaki took off his uniform before taking a shower then a nap. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Most days ended like this for him. Always worn out from a long days work.

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Author's Notes: Let me know what you think. Don't you think it's amusing picturing Ichigo as a mail man? It is to me. LOL! I know a little about mail carriers since my mom used to be one. Sometimes she would take me to work with her. I'd see the whole process. Even when she delivered mail. And, yes mail carriers get paid more than the clerks. They seem like they might've been a bit cocky. I can be wrong.