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[thread] dates? i heard they're a lot like raisins

Who: Greed and Orihime
What: They have a "date" aka Orihime eats everything
When: The day after the fight between Ichigo and Greed
Where: Um, starting at Orihime's room, then who knows where?
Rating: PG?

It was almost noon, and Orihime had made sure not to eat very much that morning. If they really were going to a donut shop, or a pizza place, or something, she had to save some extra room for more food. She wasn't sure if this was considered a "date", because they weren't going to a movie or anything, and she just met him, but...that's what he called it, hadn't he? Did she need to bring dates?

She hadn't told Ichigo, because really, he and Greed clearly did not get along. Not wanting to worry the orange-haired boy, it was just better to keep quiet. Maybe while they were out, she could find something fun to bring back to him? He had been so nice with showing her around and everything, and Greed was just thanking her for helping him get back in tip-top shape.

Then why did she feel kind of guilty?

Shaking those thoughts from her head, Orihime shut her journal with finality. No, she would not worry, and just have a good time eating a lot of food. And she would not keep thinking that she should be concentrating on finding a way back, she would just have fun.

There had been a surprising amount of clothing in the closet that she had never noticed before, but decided to put them to good use. Stuffing away the uniform Ulquiorra had originally given her to some deep, dark corner of the large closet - hopefully never to be seen again - she instead wore a simple long skirt, a t-shirt with a cartoon kitten on it, and a light jacket.

"Alright! Now, where did I put the dates..."

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"Another fine day in the city," Greed thought to himself, humming lightly as he moved through the stairwell and emerged onto Orihime's floor. He lightly jaunted to her door and rapped a few times.

"Oi, you in? It's me, Greed. You ready?" he asked, smoothing back his hair. A useless gesture, as it immediately sprang back into normal shape.

"I'm here, just like I said."

She jumped, but she wasn't sure why, because she was expecting him. Blinking, Orihime straightened out her jacket as she hopped over to the door. "Hai~!" she called out, before grabbing the knob and pulling the door open.

"Ah, hi!" the orange-haired girl said happily, bouncing into place as she held onto her own hands. "I'm aaalll ready~! Expect I got some dates and I don't remember where I put them, which is really weird since I don't have much in here that would be easy to lose dates in..."

"Eh? What do those have to do with it?" he asked, scratching his head. After realizing why he was there again, he quickly shook himself out of wondering what she'd need dates for and kneeled down, grasping her head and kissing the top of it.

"Glad you could come out with me," he grinned, glancing up, "You're absolutely beautiful!"

He quickly stood and offered her a bouquet of roses.

"You got a vase you could put these in?"

"Don't you need dates?" she asked as if it were obvious, but clearly confused. Yet, when his lips touched her hand, her face immediately flushed. The roses were just as surprising, making her really wish she could find those dates.

"Ah-hh...th-thank you for inviting me!" she said a little nervously, taking the flowers with a deep nod of thanks. They smelled so fresh! "Wah, they're so pretty!" She, however, was notorious for killing plants no matter how hard she tried, but she would just try again.

"Mmm...yes! I have a big cup!" That tended to be what she used back home as well. Quickly rushing inside, she found the large cup in question and filled it full of water. Carefully taking the bouquet, she placed it gently in the water, fluffing the petals up a bit. With a smile, she hopped back over.

"Thank you so much! You didn't have to do all this just for me..."

"It's a man's duty to treat the girl with him right. A young woman's life should be filled with passion, I believe," he practically purred, "So, do you wanna' descend the stairs with me, or take the express route down?"

Filled with passion? That wasn't something she had necessarily experienced before, unless he meant passion fruit, which was delicious with peanut butter. She just flushed a bit more, that small pang of guilt threatening her heart but not quite making it. She gave a big nod as if to reassure herself.

"Ah, Kurosaki-kun said that the elevators won't eat us! Eight floors is a lot unless we can fly, right?"

"I can also go down the walls outside. It's fun to feel the wind in your face! Wanna' try it?" he asked, pointing to a distant window, "It's real fast!"

"Go down walls?" Gray eyes widened at the mere possibility. Like Spiderman? She had always wanted to try scaling a wall like a secret agent with those plunger things attached to your hands. So, really...

"Ahh, can we?" she asked excitedly waving her arms around. "We won't die, will we?"

"Of course not!" he chided her, waving a finger, "I'm an expert."

Okay, he wasn't an expert, but he WAS superhuman. Apparently that made him qualified for everything. At least he thought so.

"Hop on my back," he said, getting on his knees, "Be sure to hold on. We're going to movin' pretty fast."

Orihime cocked her head to the side, looking curious for a moment. So she was in a magical castle, which a bunch of her friends, nice ghosts who made you food, a completely furnished room, a bunch of new friends, and Superheroes? This was the weirdest dream she had had in a long time, but considering where she could be awake, she had no plans to wake up anytime soon.

"...Okay!" she said happily. Taking a moment to figure out the best way, she carefully got onto his back piggyback-style.

Greed took off into a dash, sailing through the open window. He formed an armor over his arms and grabbed the side of the window as they went through, swinging around and into the side of the wall. His claws raked into the masonry as they descended, leaving deep gashes.

"The only way to travel!" he laughed, rebounded off the wall at one point to land on the roof of a smaller building. He bounced down several more before arriving at ground level.

"Well? Whaddaya' think?"

Orihime gave a yelp of surprise, clutching his neck tighter as suddenly they were in the air. Another hiccuped gasp was given as he literally dug his claws into the side, the ride a little bump at that point. But when he jumped off the wall, she gave an excited shout and a giggle until they landed on the ground.

Her hair was an absolute mess, and her cheeks were a little rosy, but she looked quite happy.

"Wow! It was better than a roller coaster!!"

He laughed again and gently set her down.

"I love that part. So, you ready for food?"

On her own two feet again, Orihime straightened out her skirt and began to run her fingers through her hair in an attempt to untangle it.

"Mhm!" she hummed affirmative with a nod. "Where are we going?"

"I found a great place. Nice, rich food, with a good variety. Let's go."

He walked ahead of her, leading her through the bustling town a short distance. They stopped in front of a large oak door.

"Right through here," he said, pointing to a sign over the entrance that said, "The Steer."

A host greeted them at the door and guided them to a waiting table. Greed had made reservations ahead of time.

"Here," he said, pulling out a seat for her.

Orihime looked around the place in awe, following behind like a puppy. She didn't know why she was surprised that they already had a table when it looked pretty full, but she was, and knew she owed Greed for this, even if he was doing it as a thank you to her.

"Ah, thank you," she said, taking the offer seat and scooting herself in. Still looking around like she had never been in a restaurant before, gray eyes blinked as she stared up at the light above their table. "Wow...this is all really detailed and everything!" An odd comment, but for someone who was still walking in a dream it made perfect sense to her.

A waitress came up not a few seconds later, asking them if they would like to start off with something to drink.

"Umm..." she thought for a minute, "Water is fine," the orange-haired girl said with a wave of her hand.

Greed quickly ordered a bottle of wine and a starter platter of buffalo wings.

"I gotta' know, chick. Why are you so calm about all this? You're really adjustin' well."

Orihime blinked at the question, turning her attention from the retreating form of the waitress to the man across from her.

"Huh? Oh," she started, dropping her hands to her lap. "Well, I've had weirder dreams than this and it's a lot nicer than all the dreams I've been having recently, so I want to enjoy it while I can!"

...This was certainly not what he expected.

"...Chick, this ain't a dream. At all. It's not. NOT. A. DREAM. You're really here."

Gray eyes blinked again, and for a fleeting moment she looked distressed. But then she just laughed uncomfortably even as the waitress brought them their drinks and said that the appetizer would be there in a moment.

"A magical castle that has friendly ghosts that give you whatever you want? And all my friends are here...I've missed them a lot and they've all been--" she paused, brows scrunching a bit in worry. "They're here and they're okay...and Kurosaki-kun isn't acting like himself at all, and there are all these people who know me and are my friends, but I don't even know them. A closet full of clothes that I like but never bought? And they're--and the people...some people I don't want to see aren't here."

She looked down at the table, ignoring the glass of water. "That sounds like a dream to me...It's been really long, but I don't want to wake up."

"Look, Miss Orihime," he started, clearing his throat, "I know it's all crazy and hard to believe, but this?" He slammed his fist on the table, "Is real. Not a dream. Whether we all like it or not, this is our reality for the time bein'. Everything in your world is back there, everything here is here. You're gonna' have to accept that, babe."

He kept his eyes locked on hers, feral slits dilating to focus on her.

"Do you understand? There's nothin' any of us can do but wait this thing out."

She jumped with the table, suddenly looking a little unsure. Even after he was done talking, Orihime was very quiet. Carefully, she reached a hand and ran it along the wooden edge of the table, as if feeling it for the first time. The good mood she had had began to crack, and that familiar weight was beginning to push back down on her shoulders.

"...Real...?" The grain of the wood traced beneath her fingertips, it was so detailed and so realistic. She had been amazed by the realism of this dream, but she had never really considered. "...But...that--it can't be..."

"It's all REAL, Orihime, good and bad," he sighed, then turned to greet the server putting down their orders.

"Just drink your water and relax. You look tense."

Turning her palm to face herself, Orihime looked at her own fingers as if she expected them to disappear. She frowned slightly, making a motion to reach for the water by Greed's suggestion but paused midway.

"But...then--Kurosaki-kun...but he's not acting like himself?" Orihime looked concerned, despite the faint blush that took to her cheeks at the memory of the other day, when Ichigo had done the unthinkable. "He's--he would never do things like that...how can that be real?"

"It's how this place is," he continued, getting ready to pour his wine, "It takes things. Memories, abilities, items. This place steals something from us when we arrive. It could be anything."

The moment he reached for the wine he stopped, his hand frozen inches from it.

"...DAMN IT!" he yelled, cursing his luck, "That's what I mean. I can't touch alcohol, here. This place TOOK my ability to handle it. I can't drink it, I can't even touch a bottle of it."

"Maybe Ichigo had a memory or part of his personality taken. It happens."

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