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Things Never Spoken	By : Areitus Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 5868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 15

Orihime unlocked the door and it slowly swung open revealing the dark inside of her home. She turned back to Renji growing more concerned as he appeared to be showing the effects of his wound as his adrenaline wore off. She flipped on the light and Renji stepped inside but didn�t venture any further.
The girl seemed puzzled, �What is it? Come in and let�s hurry and get you better.�
The filthy man was reluctant despite the now excruciating pain in his back and stomach. �I don�t wanna mess up your carpet�� he muttered.
�Oh Abarai-san, I don�t care! Please just come in here and lay down.� She didn�t think she would even be conscience if she had a wound like that, so she was astounded at how he was still up and walking.
Renji grunted a bit as he finally did as she asked and she ushered him into her bedroom where he nearly collapsed as laid sat down. He had lain on his side for there was still the spike protruding out both ends. She pulled the top of the shabby uniform off, careful as she pulled it away from the spike. She swallowed as she realized she was going to have to pull this thing out. She reached over and felt for the part sticking out of his back.
�You�ve done this before right?� Renji asked suddenly skeptical.
Orihime bit her lip as she shook her head and Renji resisted the urge to slap his palm onto his face.
He sighed, �Whatever. Just get it over wi----ITH!� He yelped as the pain jolted him, but when he looked up at the girl she had the blood-covered spike in hand. �Jeeze, I wasn�t ready yet.�
Orihime looked slightly ashamed, �Sorry. I thought I should do it when you weren�t expecting it.� She set the thorn down and called out her healers. �Don�t worry, I�ll get you fixed up in no time, Abarai-san,� she smiled reassuringly.
The ex-shinigami gave a small smirk back to her as he felt her powers encompass him in a veil of warmth. The pain ebbed and he felt a calm befall him.
�Can I ask why you won�t go see Kuchiki-san?� Orihime�s soft voice asked.
Renji pursed his lips, �She�s gettin� over it� Showin� up now would just stir stuff up again� stuff that�s already settled� It�s no good always tearin� open old wounds��
The girl listened and began to understand. �Oh� I see, but maybe you could write her a letter or� maybe I could give her a message from you?� she said sounding slightly hopeful.
The ex-lieutenant looked over at her face with an unreadable expression in his eyes, �Why is it important to you, Inoue?�
Orihime sat up more straight as she answered, �Because� I think you should be with the person you love.�
The red-head was a bit taken aback by the girl�s openness, but he sighed as he put his head back down. �Love� is meaningless.� he said bitterly.
�Don�t say that! Kuchiki-san loves you too. I can see it!� she objected, �Every time we mention you or something reminds her of you. I can see how much she�s hurt.� she added sadly. �Kuchiki-san is my friend and I want her to be happy�I want both of you to��
Renji was at a loss for words. He could feel a lump in his throat that refused to go back down. He took a moment before he spoke again, �Inoue� you�re too young to understand. Love is not the most powerful force in the world, no matter what you might think� The only things that matter in the world today are authority, power, and the will to endure.�
�That can�t be� what you really think�� She whispered sadly.
He closed his eyes, �If you want to tell Rukia something, just tell her� I�m sorry�� he paused before adding a soft, �and I do miss her��
The healer girl continued on in silence for nearly an hour, long after the red-head had fallen asleep. She pondered over his words and wondered if he�d always thought this way, or if the hollow had changed him� or maybe it was her logic that was flawed. Maybe he was right. Either way, it was a sad reality.

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She wiped the sweat from her brow and got up from the bloodied bedside. She was quite thirsty and needed a bathroom break, and although Abarai still needed a bit more patchwork, she excused herself for what was to be a brief moment. As she exited the restroom she glanced over the floor and was surprised to see that there was indeed a trail of blood leading to her bedroom. She frowned as she recalled his concern over staining the floor. She turned to grab her favorite cup from the countertop and filled it up in the sink, but as she did this her unlocked door burst open and she startled so much that she spilled water everywhere.
�INOUE!� Ichigo yelled, appearing quite distressed. Once he laid eyes on her a wave of relief overtook him, �Oh thank God. I saw blood leading all the way up to your door. What the hell happened?�
Then Rukia came trotting in behind him having much the same reaction at see Orihime safe.
�Um� well I�� she stammered but Rukia was too busy following the trail of blood that led to her room. �Oh Kuchiki-san! Y-You shouldn�t go in--� she moved to try and block the door, but slipped on the spilled water and toppled to the floor. �Oof!�
Ichigo went to her side and helped her up, �You okay?�
Rukia was frozen in the doorway and Ichigo noticed her sudden stiffness as well as a dim, yet familiar reiatsu. Inoue was quiet and quite concerned over the situation. She watched tensely, waiting for something to happen.
�Renji.� she whispered almost in disbelief.
There were blood stains on the blankets and carpet, and Renji had dried, crusted blood over his stomach, back, and clothes. He was awake propped up on one elbow staring back at her with wide, almost frightened eyes. There was a long moment of stillness and silence between them. It was broken as Renji stood up, �I should go,� he whispered as he reached to grab Zabimaru from the sheets. Before he could right himself, however, a tiny fist knocked the sword from his hand and he stepped back in surprise when Rukia was suddenly in front of him letting her furious palm fly across his cheek like a tiny jolt of lightning.

He stood there momentarily in shock, but the sudden pressure of her arms around him jerked him back to reality. His brow crinkled as he looked down at her and he had to clench his fists to resist the overpowering want to return her embrace despite the stinging of his cheek.
She didn�t care that he looked like something the dogs dragged in; that he was in rags or covered in blood and filth. She only cared that he was here and she could feel him, touch him, hold him... and it was real. She was so angry, she wanted to clobber him a hundred more times, but more than that she wanted to feel his arms around her., and the absence of those warm arms on her only made her more frustrated. �Idiot jackass. Hold me before I crush your jewels!�
The ex-shinigami jumped at the loudness of her voice and glanced nervously at the pair that were peering in from the doorway. He reluctantly unclenched his fists and put his hands on her, softly letting himself feel the warmth on his palms. He soon forgot their audience as his focus became her. His arms wrapped around her tighter as he realized he had a need to feel this as well. They stayed like that for several minutes, quietly reveling in each other and briefly oblivious to the world.
It wasn�t until Orihime spoke up that the pair jumped back to reality, �Abarai-san said he�s sorry, and he misses you.� Keeping true to her word, she let Rukia know how Renji was feeling, since he seemed to be at a loss at the moment.
Renji�s eye twitched as he stared disbelievingly at her, �Not� the way� that was intended�� he grumbled. His thoughts were cut short then as pain registered where Rukia had just punched him in the gut. Not a pleasant place to get decked after being impaled there only an hour and a half earlier. �Fuck! Rukia! Is that really necessary?! Really?!� he yelled holding his stomach in pain.

�Fuck you, you asshole! You don�t call or write! I didn�t know if you were dead or alive! Or worse! Maybe you�d turned into a full blown hollow! You stupid jerk, do you even know what you put me through?!� She screamed at him, nearly in tears.
Ichigo grabbed the concerned Orihime by the arm and urged her back, �Lets� give them some time alone, shall we?�
She nodded and closed the door, biting her lip as she turned back and followed the young man to the living room. She was in high hopes that the pair would work things out, but it didn�t look very pleasant between them at the moment.
Renji�s face showed his upset as he stepped back at Rukia�s aggressiveness, �I told you! I told you seven months ago what was gonna to happen! You think I wanted to leave my only friends and go live on the streets?!�
�I don�t know what you want! I feel like I don�t know you at all anymore, Renji!� she shoved him, though it had little effect against his superior size. �If it wasn�t for Inoue you wouldn�t have even come back at all, would you?� She swallowed, trying not to show how fragile she was feeling inside.
He slunk back from her, somewhat reluctant to answer. ��I didn�t� do it to hurt you.�
�You�re an idiot!� she yelled at him, finally collapsing to her knees and turning her back to him in an attempt to hide her face. She felt tormented and embarrassed, but she just couldn�t stop them from falling.
�Why are you being like this? We were separated for forty years! This is like nothing at all compared to that,� he said trying to be reasonable as he knelt down beside her, cautious to keep his hands to himself in case she felt the need to lash out again.
Rukia growled as she turned and swung at him again, narrowly missing as he darted back out of her range, �You stupid, stupid man! It meant something to me!� She lunged forward to try again but he seemed to duck her every swing, �Why didn�t you stop it before if you knew this was going to happen!?� she cried in utter shambles as her strikes became more sloppy, �You ruined me.�
Renji stopped dodging and simply allowed her tiny fists to make contact, although they had now lost some zeal. It was agonizing to see her like this, knowing he had been the one to drive her so low. Her fists struck him, and it hurt in more ways than one, but he squeezed his eyes closed and bared the blows, marveling as he felt her love.
His arms came around her and she squirmed in protest she felt his strong embrace. Trying to push him away, she could barely see for all the tears spilling from her eyes, but slowly she was pacified from the war against him. Her trembling arms wrapped around his neck and, as she buried her face in his rough skin, he whispered into her ear in a voice that sounded as broken as her own.
�I want to be with you, Rukia.�
She choked down a sob as she pulled herself into his lap and curled so closely she might have been trying to crawl inside of him. She could hear his shuddering breaths as he pressed his mouth against her jaw and kissed her affectionately. She buried her face into his neck, the dampness of her tears wiping against his hot, dirty skin. She felt his hand splayed across the side of her head as he kissed her jaw again. Breathily, he repeated the action several time before she turned her face up to him and found his trembling lips with her own.
As their lips met again and again, all the grief and anger was forgotten and in each other they found a shaky but encompassing peace.
Rukia�s nimble fingers grappled at the hair at the back of his neck as she whimpered into his hot mouth. Her legs squeezed his waist and he moaned in fervor, running a hand up her thigh. Panting as their lips parted, his wet kisses trailed back across her jaw and he suckled the side of her neck zealously, reveling in her tender whimpers and mewls against his ear.
�Renji,� she whispered as her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling a few locks painfully out of his ponytail.
He couldn�t be distracted from lavishing his attention on her sweet skin, and he urgently worked to free her from her clothes. Running his calloused, dirt-stained hands over her stomach and ribs, he lifted her higher while his mouth sank lower. As he lapped at her collarbone his boney fingers squirmed their way under the binding on her breasts and he massaged the supple flesh ardently.
The puffs of breath against his temple were more noticed than the dagger-like fingernails that were drawing painfully down his neck and shoulders. Pushing the material up from her small peaks he eagerly took a small bud into his mouth, suckling and biting the supple flesh greedily. Rukia whimpered and jumped slightly at his assertiveness. The sharp pain of those pointed teeth used on her delicate skin was oddly reassuring. He was there, causing her pain, but she couldn�t bring herself to feel anything but need. She squirmed impatiently against him in her exhilaration, leaving raised welts across his skin in the wake of her nails.
Renji could taste blood on his lips, but he continued to suckle the slimy bud, urged on by sweet moans and searing pain. His masculine grunt punctuated her feminine cries as he moved to lavish her other breast, giving it equal treatment as the first. Rukia�s body bowed slightly as she unexpectedly orgasmed for the generous pain he gave her and she held her breath to keep from crying aloud.
Renji released her abused flesh and all but threw her onto the wooden dresser that sat just behind them. She yelped as she felt him come over her, kissing her aggressively as his hands nearly ripped her hakama down, not even managing to untie them. She was suddenly faced with her own knees and the wad of her bunched-up hakama binding them. She felt Renji�s body pressed against the back of her thighs and she exhaled harshly as her panties were pulled to the side. She felt the head of his erection prodding her entrance as his hands came to plant themselves on each side of her. It was quite painful as he entered, just as she remembered it, but she moaned more at the sensitivity of the orgasm she�d just had.
She wanted this. The pain, the pressure, everything she�d played over a thousand times in her head, trying to remember every detail of that beautiful tragic day. She wanted it again. Why had she embraced it so horribly, she still didn�t know, but she had somehow lost herself in him. She hated that the most, but she couldn�t change it, though God knew she�d tried.
His mouth was at her temple, panting softly as he began to pump himself into her slick core. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, there was a part of him weeping for the same mistake he knew he was making again, but he�d somehow lost all willpower. Something that, perhaps, wasn�t so uncommon where Rukia was concerned. He groaned as he pushed himself deeper into the resistant opening with ever thrust, not minding her harsh teeth sinking into his collarbone. As she finally began to feel right around his girth, he began to hear her throaty cries against his broken skin, and he couldn�t stop himself from joining her vocalizations despite wanting to be quiet.

It didn�t take long before her head fell back and she began to grow increasingly louder. He was being none too gentle with her petite form, but he didn�t want her to get any louder, and alert a certain pair of humans of their current activity. He put a hand over her mouth and gave her a soft shush before he increased his pace.
She moaned against his hand, her sorely-stretched opening weeping with every jolting thrust that crushed them against each other. Folded like an origami piece, she could barely move, save to gasp for breath. It really hurt; the edge of the dresser cutting into her back side, the punishing weight of his lunges, and the sharp cut of the fabric against her thighs, and the painful size of his member, but somehow she was in unparalleled rapture.
Finally her orgasm hit her and she screamed as she bit into his hand, clenching down hard on his member. He resisted the urge to cry out as the pain in his hand was dwarfed by the sensation of her walls closing down on his throbbing erection. His stomach muscles clenched into a knot as he climaxed inside of her, pumping his essence into her wanting body with a few more desperate thrusts before he all but fell back onto the floor, taking her along for the ride.
She panted against his slick chest as he too struggled for breath. Blood, sweat and semen clung to their spent bodies as they came down from an incredible high. She dipped up and down with each breath he took while time passed very slowly for a few moments. Everything was sticky as Rukia finally lifted her head and looked up at the tall man�s face. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open as he continued to pant heavily. She touched his cheeks with wet, bloodied fingers and those crimson eyes slid open to find her again.
They didn�t speak then. A serene silence was there that neither wanted to break, so instead a kiss was given. Renji let his eyes drift closed as he felt those familiar lips, lazy and moist, on his own. He wanted to stay here forever, but of course moments only last a moment, and in a moment it was over. She nuzzled her face against his neck briefly before she stood up and pulled her clothes back on.
He rolled over and stood, doing the same while unconsciously noticing the way she had her back to him.
�So you�re leaving now,� it was more of a statement than a question.
The red-head frowned at her back, knowing this was coming, �I don�t want to,� he whispered softly.
Rukia looked over her shoulder at him, �But you have to.� she said, almost mockingly. �By all means, don�t stay on my account.� she added with a generous degree of disdain. I was just easier to be mad at him than to start crying again.
Renji�s face contorted in heartbreak, �What do you want me to do, Rukia?� he asked with his voice cracking. He sounded like he could easily have broken down and cried right there, but somehow he kept himself together.
The shinigami girl turned more to him, her anger giving way to sorrow. She stared at his miserable expression, her own lip quivering slightly before she finally responded in a squeaky voice, �I don�t know.� She turned from him, unable to keep looking at the deplorable look on his face. She knew they were damned, and she would have to let go, but letting go had never come easily for her. There were just too many things stacked against them� and for once she couldn�t overcome.
As she stood there grappling with herself with what she had to do, she heard him approach behind her before his over-sized hand touched her arm, softly. She felt him kiss her hair before he whispered into it. �Wait for me,� he said. She turned to him with large uncertain eyes.
�I don�t know how, but I�ll find some way to fix everything,� he said, seeming hopeful.
She pursed her lips, �Renji, you can�t just fix things like this,� she frowned and gave a soft sniffle, ��and I can�t wait for another forty years for you to try.�

A/N: Yeah got kinda mushy there� sorry, I hope they don�t seem ooc. Trying to get across how hard it is for them. Well Rukia�s a girl� and girls cry, even tough, bitchy girls� so there. Renji managed not to bawl like a sissy so far, so good for him.
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