This story is base on a romance novel I read (it's a tagalog romance novel), I did put some twists in the story. Hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach and the story TFK (Task Force Kapayapaan) it belongs to Kubo Tite and Camilla.

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Chapter 1

Irritated, Ichigo grabbed his cell phone. He was asleep for merely two hours when his phone kept ringing. "F*** YOU Aizen" he whispered. He didn't have a choice but to answer the damn phone. Ichigo knows that Aizen only calls if his in need of help. "Kurosaki", he said with a raspy voice.

"Are you awake or still sleeping?" Aizen asked. Ichigo is sure that he is pleased to know that he disturbed his sleep. It was a little game they played.

"What do you think?"

"Are you free for now?"

"Now? As in, now? Or it can be tomorrow or next week?"

"It can be tomorrow or next week."

If he didn't know better, he would say the guy was smiling. But he knew better. Aizen never smiled. Well, almost never. They have known each other for ten years and yet he can only count in one hand the time he smiled- if you consider it a smile.

"I'm free" he said, he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. He was now wide awake. Ignoring the soreness of his eyes, he was curious to know why Aizen called him.

"Clear your schedule for the day. At exactly four o'clock in the afternoon, meet me at Gin's house."

He grimaced. It was still five in the morning. He would travel for three hours, and if he would sleep for at least two more hours he can make it on time. He sighed. "You owe me dinner, beer, and midnight snack, Aizen."

"No problem."

He frowned. He felt like Aizen is playing a trick on him. When he closed his eyes, he saw Aizen grinning, and quickly opened his eyes. This is a bad omen. This could be the death of me, he murmured.

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Tokyo, Japan. Three days later.

Ichigo is inside a club, and in all fairness it has class. He's following every move of a certain petite woman wearing a red body hugging tube dress. It showed off all her slender curves, her sexy shoulders, and her plump toned ass. The woman walked with confidence and an unconscious sexy swagger that made all the men in the room take notice. Her straight auburn hair sways in sync with her movements. All he wanted to do is to caress those luscious strands and to taste her slender neck.

Erase, erase! He reprimanded himself then dragged on his cigarette. It's already bad that he is surrounded by beautiful women who are willing to give him pleasure while sitting there watching an erotic dance, and now he was forced to be a bodyguard for a goddess. Too bad his father was a crime lord.

Every man's wet dream, Ichigo. And she's off-limits. No wonder Aizen is laughing at me right now. Not that he really laughed. But he knows for sure that Aizen's silent laughter is similar to that of Cruella De Vil when he accepted this mission.

"Don't you dare touch her, Ichigo. If I learned you made a side trip, say goodbye to your manhood." he still remembered Aizen's warning.

Ichigo knew that if his fleshly desires take over, Aizen will have a reason to castrate his member. He said that he is friends with this woman. When I raised an eyebrow because of his over protectiveness, he stared at me as if he is about to cut me in to two at Gin's dining hall. Gin is one of their friends and a member of their somewhat disbanded underground operations team the Espada.

He's thirty five years of existence, specially his years from the team and being a mercenary allowed him to witness different manners of killing. And between Aizen and Gin, it is possible for them to cut him to pieces then barbecue him to erase evidences.

Aurgh..! Ichigo stop the morbidity. Well, at least, the morbidity calmed his libido some.

He watched as the woman entertained her costumers. One guy holds her ass. She sweetly smiled and whispered something to the man which made him removed his hand. Ichigo wondered what she told the man. She was obviously used to men holding her ass.

'Well, who wouldn't if they practically grew up in a club, he thought. He can't also blame the man. Heck, if given a chance, he would also hold her plump ass.

He sipped the scotch from his glass. He rolled it around his mouth to savor the taste.

"Are you Ichigo?"

He swallowed down the alcohol, setting his throat on fire. He cleared his throat to prevent him from coughing before looking up at the woman in front of him. Her one hand was rested on her side, one hip cocked to the side, and it was pretty obvious that she was bored.

"Yes," he answered. His voice sounded like a frog.

"Are you done?" she glanced at the glass of scotch. "I prefer to talk in private."

I want to do other things to you in private, the perverted side of his mind said. He drank all the scotch before setting the rock glass down on the table. He then gazed at the woman. She became more mysterious from the dim background and flashing lights.

"Where do you want us to talk?" he asked.

"Follow me." she turned her back on him.

He gawked at her curvy ass. He took a moment to appreciate the view before sticking out his cigarette in between his lips and getting up. Those tall and muscularly build bouncers stared at him from the five corners of the club.

Because he is at another country and no one knows him, his perverted side went loose. He remembered what his teammate Nnoitra said, that he is even worse than him; he was just good at hiding it. And that's the reason why he respects me.

Ichigo's will power is just too strong. That's why he is still away from giving in, in his dark side. Unknown to many, he loved alcohol, cigarettes, and women. Not exactly in that order. But because of his dedication at work, he doesn't plan to be addicted from his vices. However, if his in an atmosphere just like the atmosphere of this club, he is tempted to free his inner demon.

He considered that they'll go upstairs the glass-paneled second floor that is overlooking the dance floor. Instead, he followed her to a hallway with doors at both sides. He knows that those are for short time guests who wanted to try the club's 'merchandise'. He could hear the giggling, moaning, and groaning from the hallway.

He dragged on his cigarette. It looks like he'll be needing lots of cigarette.

The woman faced him, and tilted her head towards a door at the end of the hall before she proceeds to walk. He silently followed her while appreciating the sway of her hips. The woman was temptation.

Modesty aside, for some reasons even if he always scowls, women swoon all over him. He just has an impeccable self control. But if this woman shows interest, he doubt it if he can resist her. And if that happens, castration would surely be his punishment.

His face became sour at that idea. Not good…

Aizen told him that Orihime hates boastful men. An idea came out of his mind. If he couldn't resist temptation, he could make temptation resist him. He couldn't help it.

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Orihime waited Ichigo to close the door before she faced him. The noise outside the office lessened. Her office is almost one hundred percent sound proof. She switched on the exhaust fan to eliminate the smoke from the man's cigarette. She went straight to her desk for them to have a professional conversation. It is not only to intimidate him but to remind herself; that she can't admire this man right after their eyes met.

Orihime glanced at the man. He must be six feet tall. She knew that he's well muscled under his white t-shirt and tailored suit jacket. He is not like other men who flaunt their muscular legs by wearing tight jeans, instead he had bootleg jeans. And it only amplified his overflowing sex appeal.

She can't say that he is exceptionally handsome, but he has beautiful features. In other words, he was not drop-dead gorgeous. Still, there was something about him that made her… want.

And his amber eyes… she stopped her sigh. Chemistry-it happens. However, not in her most important stage of life, she reminded herself.

"Should I turn around for you?" he said breaking the silence in the room.

Gosh! Ogling the hired help! Be ashamed of yourself, Orihime! She shrugged her shoulders. "Just making sure you would not be taken as my personal maid."

He smiled, giving her a glimpse of rougish charm. "Well, did I pass?"

In flying colors, she almost answered. She pretended to be bored. "You'll do." He even got amused at her answer, she felt like he was laughing at her. The nerve!

She sat on her high backed swivel chair with a raised eyebrow. "Are you sure you can protect me? Or maybe you'll be the one dragging me down."

He smoked his cigarette before answering. "Aizen think that I can handle the job."

Without a doubt, Aizen anticipated how tough this job would be so he wouldn't assign just anyone for this job. He assured her that Ichigo Kurosaki was a very trusted friend. "How much did he pay you?"

"That's between me and Azen." He squashed his cigarette on the ash tray. "Think of this as a favor, so you can't order me around. If were in danger, you will obey every command I say for you to be safe."

Her eyes blazed. This man didn't know what she is capable of. "I can protect myself."

"Aizen told me that." He sat on the chair facing the desk and stretched his legs on the carpet. "But you wouldn't hire a bodyguard if you can handle this alone, am I right?"

"Aizen insists to hire a bodyguard even when I told him I can do it by myself." She reasoned even though she knew he was right. She is not sure of the danger she is facing. She needed someone to even out the odds. A lot was riding on this special mission to leave things to chance.

He stared at her outfit. "Girl, our journey is not that easy, maybe you'll need a maid."

Orihime stood up; both hands are settled on her hips. "Do I look weak?" she could feel his eyes raking her; dangerous amber eyes that seemed to see right through the fabric of her dress. Not that there was much under it. After all, she was not a modest person. She didn't care about what people would think of her. In fact, she made it to a point to make them think she was a total slut. But having him look at her that way made her breasts feel heavy in the confines of her bra. She's tempted to cover them because for sure he would notice her reaction.

Brazen it out! , be firm at being a bitch Hime. She lifted her chin and mimicked him with sarcasm.

"Ten minutes ago," he answered with that slow and sexy smile that was making her insides melt. She's irritated at herself. She could not afford to get involved with anyone right now. With poise, she sat on her chair and looked him in the eye. She could handle this. "Let's get down to business."

He took the pack of cigarette from his jacket's pocket. He tapped it, took out one, and smoothly lit it up with a lighter before he nodded. "Sure. We could also talk about my rules."

She blinked again and again. "Rules?"

"Yeah, Rules. First, you will obey every word I say to make sure you're safe. You will not act as an action star whenever we encounter the enemies. This is not Charlie's Angels." He said as if she was stupid. "Second, if I say run, you run. Third, don't' wear outfits that can grabbed anyone's attention, it would make us a good target."

"But I thought you liked my dress," her voice is reeking of sarcasm.

He ignored her. "Fourth, I must know every detail about your phone calls."

"You're being too paranoid," honestly, she doesn't have that much friends except for Aizen, Uryuu, and Tatsuki and also few of her club employees. She was almost friendless. "I bet your wife is so much happy right?"

He smiled. "I'm single. I'm not married. And as long as I'm concern I have no kids from my teenage years."

She rolled her eyes, but deep inside her she was glad to hear that information.

"Can you use a gun?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Why? Do you want me to shoot you?"

He actually laughed at that. It was a low husky sound. "You're welcome to try, Princess."

Her eyes went wide. "I don't like you."

"Don't look at me that way; your face is like a Golem." He blew some smoke. "You don't have to like me. Just cooperate and we will have no problems."

"And if I do not cooperate?" she challenged. She was used to the games men played. She will not be defeated. She didn't understand, she should be afraid when he looked straight in her eyes and she saw naughtiness in them instead she was excited.

As if sensing her reaction, he smirked and promised. "You will."

She had the strangest feeling she would. And it made her want to fight him even more.