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Flawless Imperfections	By : WannaBePirate Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 5364 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. However - The OC's are all mine.

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hehe, Ken-chan patient hehe that would indeed be a funny sight
I�m glad you guys liked that last chapter�
Hope this one is just as likeable
Thank you for the reviews!!
They make me wiggle and giggle!
Ermm, Reika as always has a horrible potty mouth…
-sigh- but it’s one thing I love about her…
Chapter Thirteen
Renji glanced at the other person that took a seat at their table. “What happened today at training?” He asked, turning his attention back to Reika.
“It’s painful not being someone…” She sighed against the wood of the table. “So painful not havin’ a name…”
“I didn’t hav’ a name when I woke up ‘ere…” She slurred slightly, seemingly ignoring Renjis question. She chuckled bitterly. “Well, probably did but didn’t ‘member it.” She sighed and turned her head so her forehead rested on the table. “Isamu-kun gave me the name Arakaki Reika. Said it was a name he ‘membered from his past life, not sure who it was just tha’ he ‘membered it.”
Kenpachi ignored the growl that wanted to come out at her talking about another male. Reika frowned and let her small story continue. “Isamu was all I knew ‘ere…he gave me a place t’a live…gave me food and kept me safe.” She mumbled as she refused to look at the two people sitting with her. “All I ever did for him was get ‘im killed…” She shook her head, a ironic smile on her face. “If I wasn’t there that man would of neva’ killed him”
Renji glanced at Kenpachi then back to his friend who sat head on the table. Oddly enough, it seemed Kenpachi wasn’t the only person at the table who wanted to comfort her. Reika sighed and shook her head seeming to knock the ‘drunkness’ out of her. “The man that killed Isamu was the first person I ever killed. I never even held a sword till he came.” She laid her hand on the table and drummed her fingers idly. “I would never have touched the damn sword if he hadn’t killed him.” Lifting her head yet her eyes still remained closed.
“What happens when you fight?” Kenpachi asked in his normally uncaring tone. Reikas face turned slightly towards his voice but her eyes stayed closed.
“He sits in the darkness, the pure untouched darkness.” Reikas voice was trembling slightly. “I always stay within arms reach of his darkness. It’s his because he’s always there. Never once have I seen his face, sometimes his pure white eyes glare at me. Funny white is suppose to be pure, right?” She chuckled lightly at the irony. “I don’t let it take over, but…” She looked back at the table, which was odd seeing as her eyes never opened.
“But sometimes it becomes too much. He has so much anger, so much rage, its hard to keep it all bottled up. He likes the blood and he hates to be ignored.” Reika took a deep breath as if she thought it was her last chance to breathe. “Eighty percent of the time I have control, but twenty of it he stretches his darkness out to cover my eyes. Blinding me from my own actions.” Her drumming fingers stopped momentarily before they started again. “It’s a fifty-fifty chance, once he’s blinded me, that I get control back before I do something stupid.”
Kenpachi only stared at her as Renji raised an eyebrow. The red head was suddenly completely sober and a little confused. “He, who exactly is he?”
Reika finally opened her eyes and the green orbs shimmered at him sadly. “Ketsurui…” She whispered and Renjis eyes widened, Kenpachi was less than surprised. He already had his suspicions that her Zanpakuto was the he she talked about. “Being a shinigami is either going to let him break free or break me while I contain him…” She continued, letting her head fall to the table. Soon her eyes closed and her breathing evened out.
Renji looked over at the captain at the table with them. “Did she just fall asleep?” He wondered how he could only ask that when they were having such a serious conversation. Then again, it was insane that the girl would have fallen asleep in the same serious conversation.
Kenpachi snorted before reaching out and pulling the girl into his lap. “Stupid woman…” He grumbled fondly. Renji only watched in shock as the big male stood and carried the girl off in his arms.
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On his way back to her home Kenpachi held the woman to himself. Glancing down he saw the peacefully expression on her face. He didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know how to go about all of this. Not only was it sorta his fault that Reika was now being forced to become a shinigami. But he also wanted to ignore all of the problems at that moment and hide her away. He didn’t want her to be so stressed and he was tempted to stab Soi in the throat for possibly added another scar to his beauty. His eyes lowered to the sword tied securely around the girls waist.
He could simply take it. Hide it, so no one would find it. Reika wouldn’t be able to become a shinigami and he could keep her with him. ‘Would she stay?’ He wondered as his feet froze. Then he remembered that shinigami who could talk to their Zanpakuto were connected with it. He couldn’t risk it actually harming her if he took it. His feet continued their trek as he frowned. Still it plagued his mind, if Reika would stay with him or not. ‘Is she still angry?’ He wondered again as he reached her door. He opened it, normally this time, and made his way to her bedroom. As he lay her down and pulled the covers over her frame he studied her face. ‘She has ever right to never speak to me again.’ He grumbled in his own mind. Though he hated to admit it, he shouldn’t have a chance to even explore these feelings he had whenever around her.
‘I have to get out of here.’ He thought in a slight panic. ‘I’m becoming soft.’ He growled and turned to leave. He was stopped by the tiny hand that gripped his pant leg. Frowning he bent to remove the evil clutching hand.
Reika whined as he pulled her hand free. She was still in her alcohol induced sleep but her face scrunched up unhappily. Pouting and trying to grab hold of the thing, in her mind, that was keeping her warm and safe. Yet, the thing wanted to leave her and she was willing to cry to get it to stay. Whining again she grabbed and held onto it firmly.
Kenpachi growled as her hand grabbed his wrist and held on like it was her life line. Looking at her pouting, distressed face, he sighed. “You really are a brat!” He grumbled as he gave in and climbed into her bed beside her. Almost instantaneously she wrapped herself around him. Clinging to him like she was scared he’d run off at the first chance he felt her loosen her hold. He sighed again wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. It wasn’t like he could put his arms anywhere else. Or so he told himself over and over, trying to drown out how comfortable it was with her in his arms. “I’m not your fucking pillow.” He mumbled, though there was no angry or even coldness behind his tone. His voice was surprisingly warm.
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Reika blinked her eyes open. She tried to focus on the tiny black object floating in front of her face. Sitting up, ignoring her living pillow, she tilted her head at the thing. Her eyes widened and she flew off the bed with a shriek.
Kenpachi shot up in the bed and looked around. “What the hell is going on!” He growled as he looked at the woman who had her back against the wall. He noticed her widened eyes staring at something and followed her glaze.
“What…the fuck…is that!” She whispered as she pointed to the hell butterfly fluttering across the room. “And how do I make it go away?!”
Kenpachi raised an eyebrow. “A hell butterfly.” He answered a bit confused. Suddenly it dawned on him, he glanced from the woman to the butterfly. “Rei are you scared?”
She shot him a glare before quickly returning her eyes to the fluttering bug. “N…No!” She growled but saw that he didn’t believe her at all. “It’s a bug! A glorified bug! That’s it! Would you be okay with a roach crawling on your leg?” She rolled her eyes as he looked at her with a smirk. “Okay not you but a normal person. But a butterfly ‘has pretty wings’. So if a roach had wings it would be okay. FUCK NO IT WOULDN’T!!” She shuttered at the thought of the gross bug flying in her room.
Kenpachi covered his mouth with his hand trying to stop the laughter that wanted to pour from his mouth. It was futile and a loud hearty laugh filled the small room. The small butterfly flew closer to the woman, probably intending to rely the message it was sent to give. She shrieked and crouched to the ground covering her head.
“Get it!” Taking a moment from his extremely amused laughter he reached over and grabbed hold of the flying insect.
“It relies messages here, among other things.” He choked out between chuckles. ‘She can kill people but she can’t stand a harmless butterfly.’ It was all so amusing to the big male. Reika didn’t see it that way and glared at him from her spot on the floor. She didn’t risk angering the male while he held the gross bug in his grasp. It still didn’t click in her mind that she was suppose to be angry at the man. Or to ask why he was in her home, in her bed.
Shaking his head he brought the butterfly to his ear for the butterfly to rely its message. His laughter soon died down and his eyebrows frowned in annoyance. He quickly flicked the bug away and it fluttered out the window. Reika sighed in relief when the evil bug disappeared. She turned back to see a pissed off looking Kenpachi in her bed. “You are summoned by the old man later today.” He mumbled without looking at her.
Reika used the wall to help her back to her feet before groaning and holding her head. Sliding back to the floor she sighed. “Head…hurts…” She mumbled causing Kenpachi snort at her.
“From what I heard and saw, you deserve that headache.” He said smugly and her angry, painful glare shot to him. Only to regret it when her head spun from the movement.
“Why are you here?” She whispered out, fear of pain in her head from talking any louder. Kenpachi looked at her oddly before ignoring her and climbing out of her bed. Reika pouted as she watched the big male leave the room. She crawled back into her bed and peeked out of the doorway. When she thought he was gone and not coming back she rolled over to his side of the bed. She snuggled into the warm spot he left and cuddled into his pillow.
Kenpachi froze in the doorway and tilted his head in a confused manner. His hair was still in slightly sagging points and the bells jingled at his movement. Reikas eyes flew open and she stared at him. Her mind hardly registered the steaming mug in his hands until he held it out into her face. Gingerly she got up and slowly took the warm mug looking up suspiciously at the man. He leaned on his shoulder against the wall by the bed. “Its for your hangover.” He muttered, causing her to finally take a sip of the warm liquid.
She felt her body relax at the warm soothing smell and drink. Kenpachi watched his scarred fantasy slowly slip the drink. He felt his lip twitch in attempt to possibly smile at the calm look on her face. Reika held the warm mug in her hands sighing and closed her eyes. For the first time, while she was awake, Kenpachi reached over and laid his large hand on her head. He felt her stiffen and he smirked, letting his fingers gently run through the lightly tangled hair. He stopped his hand on the back of her head and let his thumb rub soothing circles on her temple.
Unconsciously that purr came back from the back of her throat as she leaned into his gently touch. She lowered the mug to her lap fearing her slackening hands would drop it. With an amused chuckle caused by her actions he pushed off the wall and carefully climbed back into her bed. He situated himself behind her, still continuing his gently petting. He let his other hand travel up her arm slowly massaging the muscle there. Letting his hand rise to her shoulder gently kneading the slowly relaxing muscle.
Reika rolled her head on her shoulders as the evil big shinigami turned her into putty. The purr coming from her slightly louder than before as she leaned back against him. His thumbs rubbing circles in the back of her neck. As she leaned back, fully letting her back rest against his chest, her head lulled to the side. Leaving her head resting on his shoulder he glanced down at the smooth column being presented to him.
Realizing she had fallen into a light sleep he let one of his arms wrap around her waist. One hand rubbing gently on her stomach while the other softly caressed her exposed neck. Smirking when she moaned softly craning her head sideways giving his more access to her neck. Decided he should push his luck he bent his head and hesitantly kissed her offered skin. When the only reaction he got was a quiet hum of approval he chuckled.
Smirking against her skin he decided to continue his molestation on her neck. After a few innocent kisses his tongue darted out and swept across the sweet skin. Wrapping both his arms around her body he pulled her closer to his body. In her half dazed state Reika wrapped her arms around his and whined lightly at the wetness on her neck. Resisting the urge to wiggle in his excitement Kenpachi just held her as he nibbled and gently sucked on her neck. No doubt leaving more than a few noticeable marks in his wake.
After a few minutes the pervert grew bored with only having her neck at his disposal. He bit down harshly causing Reikas eyes to fly open and a groan leave her lips. Kissing the bit mark in apology he grinned. “Play with me…” He mumbled against her skin as she turned her head glancing back at him.
“You bit me…” She growled, gripping her hands on his arms. “What is wrong with you?” She asked with a tired sigh. This big male was too much for her. And she couldn’t really find herself angry at the relationship-inept Kenpachi.
He nodded as if he was pleased with taking a nibble of her flesh. “Mmm, tasted good but I rather bite other places then just your pretty neck.” Sighing and looking at the brute whose face was literally buried in her neck.
‘Did he just compliment me?’ She shifted in his hold and he raised his head looking at her oddly. ‘He’s an idiot…’ She thought before laughing lightly. Kenpachi pouted and glared at her. Causing her to giggle more at how adorable the supposedly scary captain looked. Before he could growl something at her she did something that took him by complete surprise. Reika leaned up and hesitantly laid her lips on his own. It was little more than a peck on his lips before she pulled away blushing madly. “I…well…I…”
He smirked as she fiddled with the end of her shirt. “That’s what you call a kiss?” He snorted out, Reika looked up at him pouting. Opening her mouth to yell at him. Roughly grabbing the back of her neck he plowed his tongue into her mouth. He devoured her lips dominating her tongue into submission. Reika whimpered into his mouth as took the breath from her lungs. When he pulled away she was flush and gasping for much needed air. “Mmm better…” He rumbled in his chest. Smirking and kissed the corner of her mouth.
Reika blushed and hid her face in his neck. “Idiot…” She mumbled as his hands ran down her body leaving a tingling sensation on her skin. Smirking he shifted their positions so she was laying under his large frame. Blushing harder she refused to look in the mans eyes.
“Now now Rei…” He whispered huskily into her ear. “I think we have some time before we have to get to that meeting…” He smirked lightly nipping her ear lobe. “Can we finally play?” He chuckled lightly grinding his hips down on hers. Reika moaned lightly before biting her lip.
Couple of comments on my part…
Next chapter might take a while…
I humbly admit I have never written a real smutty chapter before…
-blushes and hides-
So it might take me a while to get the courage to post the next chapter…
But do NOT fear! I will over come it!
& before you laugh being scared of butterflies is NOT a laughing matter….
They are ewwwie and I truly do run from them…
& funny my friend says that when I write a lot of one OC….
I tend to start to act like them… -looks around-
People don’t tend to like me spewing the F word all over
Nor do people enjoy me shooting them death glares…
Though my friends find it highly amusing…
Well, that's it for now...
Hope someone enjoyed that...
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