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Chapter 12

Tatsuki’s eyes moved to the closed classroom door. She had been glancing at it ever since the bell had rung, expecting Ichigo to waltz in there with his tail between his legs like a wounded puppy, but the orange-top had yet to make an appearance. Even when they had left the roof, none of them had seen him around, meaning that he probably decided to skip for the rest of the day until cooling off.

Those things he said to Orihime… It’s like he blames her for everything that is happening. It’s not her fault that she is being attacked by that horny alter ego of his.

Everyone had heard when he had shouted, “Well I hope both of you had a good time, because it’s the last time you’ll fuck him!” to their friend. That was when the atmosphere in the whole group had escalated to heated suspicions until Orihime had made up something about a guy that Ichigo knew bothering her. Some bought it, like Sado and Ishida, but Rukia and Tatsuki were a different matter. She already knew what was going on, in spite of her friend hiding the major details and Rukia had her suspicions and uncertainty pertaining to the whole incident. If Ichigo were around to explain what was going on, their group wouldn’t be doubting so heavily of him.

Discreetly, she shot a quick look at the small brunette that usually sat beside him during class. The shinigami chewed on the eraser of her pink-bunny design print pencil, her nervous indigo eyes shifting occasionally to the door then to Orihime that appeared to want to be absorbed bodily into her schoolwork.

Anyone seeing her friend would think that she was very studious, but Tatsuki could tell that she just didn’t want to think of the true problems around them and was also avoiding the questioning glances from none other than Ichigo’s girlfriend who hadn’t believed the whole ‘mean boy that Kurosaki-kun knows’ story.

If this keeps going the way it does… All hell is going to break loose.

Even a monkey would see that, regardless of how Inoue refused to acknowledge the hard truth. Both of her friends were suffering and more people would be dragged into the emotional abattoir once everything was discovered. It was so damned obvious!

Tatsuki’s left leg began to bounce under her desk in impatience. She really needed to see Ichigo to get rid of all doubts. She knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t be the kind of guy to force a girl into having sex with him. In fact, Ichigo was everything but the sexual type and was rather shy talking or hearing about such things and was easily flustered by the subject. No. He wasn’t like that…

But his Hollow…

From the way the Hollow had entered Orihime’s life, he was clearly the polar opposite of the loyal friend they all knew. He was a blatant sexual menace that didn’t have a chivalrous bone in his black-hearted body. Any guy with some decency would have backed off, or done things differently to get Inoue’s attention.

Though… It would be hard for any guy to do it since she always has eyes for Ichigo.

Was that what drew her? The image of her crush? Or the fact that the Hollow mistreated her while belonging to the savage side of her unrequited love? Tatsuki had a feeling that she would never know. Orihime didn’t seem to know the answer to that herself.

The door to the classroom finally opened and out of reflex all three girls looked in that direction.

A very calm, almost serene Ichigo sauntered in.

“Well, it was about time you showed up for class, Kurosaki”, Ochi-sensei growled from her desk at the tall teen.

“I had to take care of some things,” he simply said, before heading to her desk and nonchalantly dropping a pink slip on her desk. At this the older woman arched a brow and everyone in the classroom held their breaths collectively.

What the hell is his problem? Ichigo would have actually been intimidated by Ochi-sensei’s death-glare, not acting as if he hadn’t done anything wrong. Tatsuki had half-expected him to sputter out a couple of excuses instead of letting the nurse’s pass float so coldly to her desk. It was like nothing had happened during lunch.

Glancing over at Rukia, she saw that her jaw had dropped. His girlfriend had also noticed the backwards shift in demeanor.

Orihime-chan…?

That was when she knew. The moment she studied Orihime from the corner of her eyes, the look of sheer terror on her pale face shouted that she saw something they didn’t see. The girl panted, her large chest rising and falling as her hands clutched at the edges of her desk’s wooden top like her very being would fall apart if she let go.

But he looks just like… she turned to completely eye Ichigo’s mannerisms. Ochi-sensei was carefully reading small pink paper square he had brought as an excuse while he stood there patiently, not a hint of annoyance or fear in his face. There were no signs of emotion whatsoever. Just the relaxed features of a teen that had nothing better to do other than stand there waiting for the ‘okay’ to take a seat. What stood out the most was how calm he was. The Ichigo she knew who have been depressed and torturing himself for upsetting Orihime or any of his friends, not so serene and confident.

That can’t be him…

The thought left her cold when Ochi-sensei placed the slip on her desk and gave Ichigo a hard stare.

“A stomach and head pain?” she asked edgily.

“Yes… I was feeling nauseated and disoriented.”

Tatsuki’s brows shot up. That was his excuse. He had looked perfectly healthy when he had shouted at Orihime at the roof.

Sighing tiredly, giving up on finding anything to shout at him for, Ochi-sensei looked at him boredly, “Fine, just take your seat, but next time tell one of your classmates that you are at the nurse’s office. I was about to send someone over to the principal’s to call your house.”

“Don’t worry, Ochi-sensei. I will keep that in mind.” There was a smoothness and smile in his voice the moment those words left his lips. Tatsuki didn’t see a smile curving his lips, but his eyes… There was something in those eyes that showed dark mirth.

She saw more of his change when he began to walk to his desk. Ichigo usually dragged his feet slowly and tried to make himself look shorter. To tell the truth, Ichigo always looked downright awkward in his own skin. Now, there was a lethal grace when he moved and an arrogant straightness to his spine as he took sure steps to his seat beside Rukia that was staring at him oddly.

Following him with her eyes, she felt herself shrivel inside at noticing how his smiling gaze fell on the nervously twitching Inoue. There was a measuring darkness within them as he eyed her up and down before looking straight ahead to the front of the classroom. Those eyes had had an unspoken warning.

Damn it, Ichigo. What the hell happened to let him out again?

Gritting her teeth together until her molars ached, she looked down at her half-finished schoolwork. There was no use in demanding answers for the time being. There was too much as stake and then there was the risk that she could be wrong, no matter how she had all of Ichigo’s mannerisms memorized after so many years of knowing him.

Is it or isn’t it? Maybe she hadn’t known him like she thought she did. There were many things that eluded her and that he still kept from her. Orihime probably understood him more than she did at the moment. After all, her friend had been with him ever since he had become a shinigami.

Everyone but her had more knowledge of his Hollow and no one touched that subject with her or anyone else out of that elite inner circle in their group. It had been a pain in the ass from the very beginning. Orihime didn’t hide any of her things from her, but never truly told her about Ichigo’s shinigami life.

Dammit… If only I could have a way to…

If someone had the guts to tell her everything there would have been more ways to help both of her friends before things go out of their control.

***

No one had noticed, at least that was what Orihime hoped. Harboring the secret of the Hollow’s possessing Ichigo’s body and treating him as she would her friend had been torture. That had been how the rest of the school day had transpired.

After his arrival, the Hollow had been teasing her with glances and discreet smiles of promise that had her skin crawl in both fear and anticipation. She convinced herself that it was only fear, since the presence of Rukia in the same classroom was like a slap in the face that spoke volumes of how wrong it was to want him close to her. That truth became more evident when the last bell of the day rung and all of the students packed up to leave.

Tatsuki, probably feeling wise unease at Ichigo’s attitude had gone to stand beside her until she finished putting her things away for the end of the day. Though her eyes were mostly downcast during the routine task, she had seen just a brief glance of how the Hollow impersonating her friend had wrapped a long arm around a puzzled Rukia’s shoulders. He had drawn the petite girl tight to his side and without saying a goodbye lead the girl out of the classroom.

It had been like a knife had speared Orihime’s soul to see him touching her friend. As if he had gleefully shouted that he would have fun with her that day.

After seeing that Orihime had felt lost and almost loathed the happily chattering people leaving the classroom, even Tatsuki who looked at her pityingly and carefully avoided talking about what had happened at lunch, and above all… she felt anger towards the cruel Hollow that mocked her.

He had been turning her life upside down, taken something precious from her, making her feel shameful and self-hatred in the process and then he dared to walk out with Rukia under his arm so casually, so affectionately.

What did I expect?! He couldn’t have just walked up to me and told me ‘Hey! How about we go somewhere so you can be my slut again, ne?’!

She was filthy and she couldn’t help but see him as the culprit of the soiled sentiment. She had half the blame too, yet he had been the one that had initiated…

“Inoue-san?” Uryuu said slowly from beside her and she flinched in surprise before looking at him.

Since it was a Monday, they had Home Handicrafts Club. It was an after school elective, just like Tatsuki’s dojo. Like her friend’s practice, she usually stayed for at least one hour after the last bell sounded out on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Rarely did she skip and it was only done when Tatsuki was training for a competition. Those rare times, she stayed to watch her friend prepare and give some support.

“Yes, Ishida-kun?” she asked softly, wearing a smile which had the pale-skinned boy blush before pushing up his glasses. She would never understand why he always did that every time she looked at him. He tended to just talk to the side while he shot brief glances from the corner of his eyes when it came to her. Like he couldn’t stare at her directly in the face.

“I was just wondering if you’d like to have me walk you back to the apartment.”

She blinked in confusion until she finally understood why Ishida-kun, who practically lived in the other side of town would offer to accompany her.

Ichigo’s Hollow.

“Um…,” she didn’t know how to answer. Before Tatsuki had escorted her to the classroom, she had told her that she would pick her up after practice. Now everyone wanted to monitor her movements, including Uryuu. It was a miracle that Sado hadn’t offered, but she was sure that if things kept getting more suspicious even he would join the newly formed Inoue Protection Squad.

Laughing airily, she batted a hand at him playfully. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, Ishida-kun! Tatsuki-chan said that she would walk me home! Besides, she doesn’t live that far away from me, so I’ll be safe!”

“Are you sure, Inoue?” he asked gravely and Orihime blinked at him again. There was hidden knowing in his eyes, like he knew more about what was going on than he had pretended at lunch.

“Yes, Ishida-kun…,” unable to look at his suddenly solemn stare, she looked down at the patches of fabric she had been toying around with on top of the long table they used for large sewing projects. She had barely done a thing for the quilt they all had to create together.

“Inoue, is Kurosaki-?”

“We need more fabric!” one of the females on another long table in front of theirs exclaimed standing up.

Wanting to get away from Ishida’s questioning and from herself as well, Orihime chirped from her seat while waving one arm uselessly in the air for the standing girl that had her back turned to them, “I’ll get more, Negishi-san!”

The brown haired girl named Negishi turned to look at her with a frown, “But I could get it, Inoue-”

“No! It’s fine, honest!” Orihime didn’t allow any room for arguments, pushing away from the table, scraping her seat on the floor.

Noticing that she was running away from his interrogation, Uryuu rose from his seat, “Inoue, I could-”

“Don’t w-worry about it! I’ll be right back!” seeing that her friend had closed his lips that appeared to have been in the process of talking once more, she saw that as her cue to get away.

Ishida-kun knows. Tatsuki-chan knows… Kuchiki-san will know too.

With those terrifying thoughts, she abandoned the sewing room, leaving a very puzzled concerned Uryuu staring after her.

***

“So are you going to tell me what Arisawa was talking about at lunch?”

Shirosaki was having the hardest time in keeping himself from strangling the little shinigami under his arm. That was all she talked about. It wasn’t like pretending to be Ichigo was any easier, so feigning patience and affection with the brat was drawing thin on him. How Ichigo managed to stand her was beyond him…

What did Inoue tell you? Why did you yell? Do you know who her lover is? Same fucking questions over and over again and piercing stares of suspicion and hurt. He was sure that the shinigami had a good idea that it was him that did Orihime, but was in too much denial to see it. He really had to hand it to his lil’ hime for being such a good actress. She treated her beloved Kurosaki-kun like she always did, not showing a hint of discomfort. It was quite admirable; he didn’t think she had enough backbone to pull that kind of feat off.

“Tatsuki just doesn’t like any boys around her. The way I jumped in lunch probably made her uncomfortable.” Fuck. He couldn’t talk like Ichigo, walk like Ichigo or even have the same facial expressions as Ichigo. That explained why that Tatsuki girl had been on to him the moment he had walked into class. If he scowled the way the ‘original’ did, it would look too fierce and out of place, feeling even strange on his face, meaning that he couldn’t pull of the King’s trademark glower. Walking sloppily also didn’t do it for him. And then there was the fact that the rare times that Ichigo smiled, he did it gently, but his own smile was wider, sharper, baring all teeth. He hadn’t smiled at all since leaving the school with the prattling girl beside him to avoid detection.

His lil’ hime was going have to pay him back big time for performing such a freak show. He had studied Ichigo’s movements, every minor detail he could see in his day-to-day life and it still wasn’t enough to pass off as him. When King left school with his little girlfriend, he usually picked up her backpack and slung it over his shoulder along with his own; Shirosaki had done that. What he couldn’t do was kiss her, or hold her hand like a sappy idiot. The thought of entwining his fingers with hers actually made his stomach flip-flop in revulsion.

“Is that so…? Well she accused you of sexually harassing Inoue-san. I was just wondering why”, her tone was hardening.

“Then you should know that she thinks that because Inoue told her that it was a Vizard,” he silently applauded himself when her eyes widened.

“A Vizard?” she asked slowly, her mind digesting the information. “Is he with the ones you trained with?”

“Yes. And to tell you the truth, I don’t like the idea of it. She argued and I overreacted.”

“Really? But I thought they were your friends”, she commented dryly, looking up at him through narrow slits.

Mentally cursing her to hell and back, he forced a weary tone, “He’s just a player taking advantage of her and she doesn’t see it yet.” He did remember one from King’s memories that did have a tendency flirt outrageously.

“Oh.” For once he had some peace as the girl fell silent.

I hate this shit… King is the most boring person to impersonate. How could I be saddled to such a dull person?

Shinigami reiatsu always annoyed him. It was probably instinctive to instantly dislike shinigami energy. The only spirit energy he could stand were those of the humans surrounding King, but when it came to the Rukia bitch and her shinigami associates, he became downright allergic. Being a Hollow made him sensitive to all reiatsus. King’s reiatsu was like a thunderstorm; unpredictable, strong and clean. Quite annoying, but bearable since he was indeed a part of him.

His lil’ hime’s reiatsu was also clean and earthly. Every time he inhaled her scent he could practically taste her. That was what probably drew him to her. It was soft, yet strong enough to have a definite taste that he didn’t need to devour to savor.

That Tatsuki girl, who he had started to dislike, had sharp energy. Not strong, but sharp like a blade to the chest. She had a lot of pent up aggression and the more emotional she got the more that sharpness grew. It was fucking annoying being in the same room with her and her stares. As for the others, the Quincy and the human… those energies were passable. He didn’t like them, not like he had to put up with them overly much, but they weren’t as irritating.

However, on the other hand, Rukia’s reiatsu was like a stinging frigid blizzard. It made his nostrils burn if he breathed too much around her. It was too clean and emanated off her pores densely and unseen. He could actually feel it caressing his arm draped over her thin shoulders. Even the faux body she used to couldn’t keep it from making him physically ill.

Wrinkling his nose, he turned his face to the side so she wouldn’t see his sickened snarl.

“Are you okay, Ichigo?”

“Yeah. Just got allergies.” he sure as hell wasn’t lying about that. The whole entire front of his face was on fire.

Just dump her at the house.

Seeing the small family clinic up ahead, he felt some relief. Soon he would get rid of the frustrating nasal itch. He was certain that Orihime was still at the school. He had studied her routine as well as everyone else’s. Too bad his King wasn’t as observant, being the forgetful bastard that he tended to be.

Once they started heading to the front door of the house attached to the clinic, he slowly removed his arm from Rukia’s shoulder and the girl stopped to look at him.

“Ichigo?”

“I need to do something before going in.”

“But shouldn’t you take something for your allergies?” she frowned, studying him to try to see anything that could give him away.

“Nah. I’ll just walk it off,” he smiled slightly, and this time the smile didn’t look like a sneer, which somehow eased the her.

“Well… okay. Don’t do something stupid that’ll get you in trouble”, she smirked playfully at him before turning to walk towards the front door of the house.

When the girl had finally entered the house, closing the door behind her with ending finality, his gentle smile vanished and was replaced with a annoyed glare directed at where she had once stood.

Too fuckin’ tedious.

Turning on his heel, feeling some looseness at finally letting himself free, he started heading in the direction they had just come from.

Back to the school.

If any more idiots get in my way, I’ll simply snap their necks in half.

He had to admit that he had missed his Orihime. Being alone inside the King’s soul was tiresome, but that girl… that girl was quite something. Now that he had gotten a taste, he couldn’t simply sit around idly without having some more.

***

Author’s Note: At P.ours when I initially started this fic I had wanted it to be pure smut (PWP), but then I realized while writing another fic that there’s no true thrill in a fic unless there’s a sense of wrongness, betrayal, jealousy, guilt and so on… I like using all negative emotions when building up a plot (that usually has a moralistic feel to it), so the sex is more like a forbidden treat for Hichi/Hime. Everyone looks down on it, including Ichigo himself and it’ll be awhile before everyone in their social circle completely figures it out, though there will be tons of signals but people tend to deny things when they are too hard to believe. I like writing this fic since it’s one of my fave rarely written of pairings. Most of their fics remain unfinished or in one-shots which is why I decided to do one. It’ll be mainly drama, smut, love/hurt/comfort, and friendship kind of thing. Love that you’re enjoying this fic! I’ve noticed that very few people like to create ‘relationship conflicts’ between Ichi/Ruki, so I took the plunge to things differently (putting myself in threat of having someone chucking a shoe at my head.) Someone on LJ actually told everyone in her friend’s list to ‘boycott’ this fic because its is supposedly anti-Ichi/Ruki, which is not true (it actually made my view-count go higher. LOL). At Boogermeister thanks for reviewing and update! I wanna know what the two pervy eavesdroppers do about their frustration. (two fave bad boys. *evil kinky smile*) At Salmasy03 You’ll be in for a treat in later chapters if you liked Ichigo’s jealousy. I’m gonna make him do a lot of stupid shit because of it. LOL (maybe mess around and make Hichigo jealous too while at it *laughs evilly*)
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