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Salvation	By : Mirrors1984 Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 13169 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 14
Tatsuki didn't even know what to think of herself anymore. The day before had passed as a pleasant blur. When Ichigo had taken her to her room, he hadn't wasted time on taking her two more times. It wasn't as shameful as expected. Her body had been so numbed by the lust that he had evoked that she eagerly accepted all he did to her without complaint or an ounce of shame.
"There's nothing to feel bad about, Tatsuki," he smiled, his thumb rubbing her clit as his hips continued to push forward in deep strokes that made her lower belly burn. All she could do was moan and meet him to intesify his thrusts.
She couldn't stop shivering while he moved between her widely spread thighs. He could see all of her and for once, she liked having him see her naked breasts rising and falling, misted in their combined pespiration and her mouth opening in loud cries.
The way his large hands held hard to the back of her knees to make his impaling more profound... The muscles of his arms tensing and relaxing... and how the ridges of his stomach clenched. All of him was beautiful.
And yes, there was nothing to feel bad about.
However at the present moment, she was stunned. There's wasn't any mortification. Just plain shock that someone that had done something imaginable could feel. It was like... she couldn't believe that she had done that.
How can I look at Ichigo without-?AH!, she stiffened on her bed, seeing Ichigo's intense amber eyes looking down at her, his lips gaping as sounds of release left him.
He had made her watch him every time they came together. That sensual mental image would be a permanent part of her thoughts, she was certain of it. Every time she so much as blinked, he would appear and every time there was an eerie silence in the house, his throaty groans would echo against her bedroom walls like ghostly sounds recorded in the atmosphere. There was no possible way she could forget all that had happened.
Moving to lay on her side, she winced at the squeaking of the bedsprings underneath her. She hadn't realized exactly how loud her bed was until Ichigo had given her the ride of her life on it.
I hope my parents haven't figured it out... After night had fallen, her mother and father had returned. Ichigo who had been in the process of getting dressed hadn't been as surprised as her. In fact, he had left her room by calmly climbing out the window just before her mother had gone inside to ask her why the water in the shower was still running. It was the most uncomfortable experience for her... Mostly because her mother had been confused as to why she smelled of sweat if she had recently showered.
It wasn't that she didn't want anyone to know about her and Ichigo. What she didn't want was for other people to know any of the details. It was far too intimate to make into a 'normal' conversation topic, especially if she was still struggling to believe it herself.
There was a soreness between her legs. It was a dull throbbing burn that only bothered her whenever she accidently rubbed her thighs together while lying down. Ichigo was probably in better shape than her. He had no problem walking when leaving her room. Her body, not being accostumed to having something large thrust into it repeatedly, was just barely getting rid of the still present sensation of him stretching and surging. Even hours later, she felt his warmth within her. It was odd how he was still present even when gone.
What would Orihime-chan think if she finds out? Tatsuki would have to tell her everything eventually. The question was when. The other girl had told her about Ogichi when his 'attentions' had begun... Would she accept her sexual relationship with the man she used to claim to love? Even if she was content with the pale opposite version of him? Then there was another issue that she rarely wanted to delve into...
What were Ichigo's feelings towards Orihime? Did he still yearn for her in silence and berate himself for not taking the opportunity to have her before his Hollow did? Hating to think that he was perhaps thinking of her friend while having sex with her, Tatsuki shuddered and curled her body under her thin sheets. It was almost nauseating to think about... to be used as a replacement by someone who didn't care what was at stake. He may have gasped her name during sex, but that didn't mean he was there with her... or did it?
Most importantly, why did she sense that something unexpected would crash down into their lives? She was waiting for something that had yet to reveal itself. What was it?
Whatever it was... It had the power to change her life forever.
***
"Why do you keep covering your neck like that?" Isshin asked, narrowing his eyes dubiously.
Ichigo swore under his breath, suffering under his father's intense scrutiny. Keeping his hand covering the side of his neck, he picked at his breakfast, refusing to answer. Hours after leaving Tatsuki's house, he had discovered that she had marked him. It was a sizeable purplish bruise with clear teeth markings. It wasn't the first time he had gotten a hickey, but it certainly was the first time he had to hide one from his family. Back in the university, he didn't give a damn if people saw them on him. People in Tokyo pretty much knew everything about everyone even if there were no physical signs of it.
Sensing that everyone at the breakfast table were studying him, he shot his father an icy glare and muttered, "Will you stop staring at me, pervert?"
"AHAH!" as if discovering something of extreme importance, Isshin pointed at him excitedly, "You were with a girl and are concealing the damning evidence!"
"Could you please not make Ichigo and his neck a morning topic, Dad?" Karin asked flatly, not looking up from her own food.
"Why not?! It's funny as hell!" to demonstrate how 'funny' he found it, his father barked out a laugh as Ichigo tensed. He didn't see any humor in the situation. To tell the truth he wanted to disappear at hearing it put out in the open. One thing was for his family to know that he had sex, but it was intirely different for them to know who the girl was. He didn't think he could deal with everyone seeing Tatsuki in a different light. They were used to the tough, sisterly girl they had seen for years. She wasn't necesarily seen as someone to participate in sex, especially with him. In a way, he could say that he was protecting her.
"So who was the lucky girl that got the Kurosaki 'treatment'?!" the old man just wouldn't let it go.
"That's none of your business."
"Weren't you going to visit Tatsuki-chan over at the gym yesterday?! What happened with that?!" Yuzu questioned innocently, messing up his plan on not letting Tatsuki get involved in the conversation.
"Yeah," Karin eyed him suspiciously, "If I'm not mistaken, I left the two of you alone there."
"Don't tell me it was Tatsuki-chan!" Isshin gaped, his eyes unusually bright. "How did you manage to get that far?! She's as hard to get as they come!"
I've had enough of this.
Nailing his father with an angry, nearly hateful, stare, he gritted through his teeth, "Nothing happened, so get that fucking head of yours out of the gutter for once and drop it!"
Everyone at the table stared at him wide eyed, yet they thankfully refrained from further remarks. He could just see what the rest of the day was going to be like. The old man didn't know the meaning of the word 'stop' and knowing him for his entire life, he would bring up the subject at least a couple of more times during the next couple of days. It'd probably take him a week or so to forget about it altogether.
Like I need this right now.
For the rest of the day he mostly stayed up in his room until night began to fall, thinking of ways to approach Tatsuki after what happened. He wanted to see her again and wasn't as ashamed as in the past, though there was the sensation of selfishness that he had never felt before overtaking him. He wanted to continue twisting their friendship. It was a welcome diversion that carried many things that had to do with intimacy and a merging of souls. It was a drugging new experience, so different than with Rukia or other women. Tatsuki was bringing him both a physical thrill and comforting warmth. Not something he often associated with sex that had become so empty.
His body, for once in a long time, was sated and so was his mind. There was a looseness to his limbs and weightlessness in his mostly tight chest. It was a welcomed peace that only lasted until he thought of certain things that always had the ability of sending him head first into his emotional pit.
Yeah, as long as he just thought about Tatsuki and at least pretended that the past didn't exist, things just seemed to be better.
Lying on his bed, he smiled at the ceiling, feeling dumb for being so... satisfied by it. Tatsuki, unlike him, was probably having a difficult time understanding what was happening between them.
He wished he could explain what he was feeling. It was too rare of an emotion to put into words. If he told her that he lusted and liked feeling the closeness that went beyond the one they used to share, she would think he was crazy or obsessed. What he was doing was making their once innocent friendship sexual and with an array of odd emotions that had no definition. By all rights, it should be considered a crime, yet he didn't feel an ounce of guilt, only that drugging problem-free peace.
There was no way of telling what she thought about them now. She cared about him... Like any friend seeing someone they knew in trouble would. Tatsuki cared for Orihime as well, so did that make it any different for him?
It was pointless to try understanding it anymore. If he thought too much about what could be happening inside her head, he would lose his fragile hold on the little normalcy he had earned while with her.
He scoffed aloud at the word 'normalcy'. There was nothing normal, or at least common about what was happening. It had been so damned obvious from the start. He hoped that he could still think of ways of going further with her, or at least how to act around her now that things were so different between them. Unfortunately, other people had other plans...
A small sound. More like a flapping of cloth, drew his attention to the window. What he saw there had him widening in his eyes in disbelief.
Rukia was staring back at him through the glass, just a surprised as him.
What the fuck is she doing here?! It didn't anger him, but it still irked him somehow. There he was in his room trying to enjoy the soothing sensation of not thinking about his problems and having someone interrupting it annoyed him. It was difficult to force the urge to scowl down.
"Rukia, what the hell-" he immediately sat up and slid the window's glass open to finish his question, "are you doing here?!" For some inexplicable reason, he felt as if he had seen her just the day before. The image of her crouching outside his window was a familiar one that had been permanently stamped in his mind.
Perching on his window-sill, her small pale hands held unto the frame. His reaction to her appearance unsurprisingly pissed her off.
"What the heck kind of greeting is that?! The least you could say is 'Hi, Rukia, long time, no see!'"
"Well you could have just used the damned door or call like a normal person!"
"I couldn't go back to my apartment to get my gigai! I have to work all day, you know!"
Life worked in mysterious ways... Strangely, seeing her did absolutely nothing to him. It wasn't like in the past that he would sputter out a lame insult to cover up the shyness she easily made him feel. There was no attraction or sense of loss. Just the sensation one would get after seeing a good friend. That densely laced familiarity not associated to former lovers.
Nothing more, nothing less. He might as well had been staring at a person he only said a occasional 'hi' to. It was similar to what he had felt upon seeing Tatsuki when arriving in Karakura, though Tatsuki had awakened plenty of other emotions in him when she had gone off about how much of an asshole he had become. It was so odd... Even with Rukia being his first 'girlfriend' there was no sadness at losing her the way he had when she discovered Ogichi using his body to have sex with Orihime and had thought it was him. Her presence was vaguely disorienting only because it was unexpected.
Taking a deep breath, his eyes glaring at her involuntarily, he forced his voice to be even, with less bite than before, "Whatever. What do you want anyway?"
Studying him silently as if searching for something, her fury at his reaction towards her vanished as she said softly, "I can't patrol on weekends."
"So what does that have to do with me?" he tensed when her eyes flashed.
"What do you mean 'what does it have to do with you'?! I can't be here on weekends because of my semi-permanent post! Ukitake-taichou has been ordered by the sou-taichou to keep extra tabs on me due to my half-residence in Karakura, which means that I have to stay at the Soul Society on weekends!"
"Wait," he frowned at hearing this, "What's this 'half-residence' stuff?"
She visibly stiffened as he narrowed his eyes at her. When they had been living together, the 'arrangement' had been different. She only had to report on Fridays to return on Saturdays. Why would things change now?
Looking away from his sharp stare, she murmured, "I've taken full responsability of Karakura. No other shinigami are to be involved unless I am injured or sent on a special mission which is highly unlikely under the circumstances."
"Under what circumstances?! And what is this stuff about you taking full responsability for the town?!" Her sudden evasiveness was frustrating him. None of what she was saying made sense. If the old man sou-taichou gave such an order, he had to be suspicious of Rukia or of something occuring in Karakura. Her living with him due to their relationship had been accepted, at least by her superiors though Kuchiki Byakuya didn't seem so happy with her living with a 'commoner' and a 'human'. The strained acceptance of their living together was probably because all of the 'favors' he had done for the Soul Society. Well... more like getting himself nearly killed a couple of dozen times protecting both that world and the human world.
Hesitantly, she said something that still didn't give him enough of an answer.
"A lot of things have changed since you left, Ichigo."
There it was again. That blasted word... Change. Why did things always have to change? Everything around him was in constant movement while he was always stuck in one place he couldn't get out of.
"Tell me the real reason, Rukia."
He could hear her deep intake of breath, as if she were steeling herself to speak,"It's because after you left, the Soul Society decided that with only one shinigami posted here they should send more people to this area. This is a spiritually rich zone and with...," she then reluctantly told him exactly why, "... Ogichi and Inoue, I couldn't allow more people to come here."
His heart nearly stopped at her way of thinking.
She thinks that I'd be upset over this...?
"We've all been pitching in to keep the Soul Society from growing suspicious. All Hollows are dealt with before they even appear on the radars of the department of research, so that no one there feels the need to send reinforcements to help me handle Karakura."
"Are Ogichi and Inoue the reason why you didn't want to tell me?" For a brief moment he wanted to tell her that he didn't care anymore. What really bothered him was that she thought it bothered him like in the past. The whole joint effort of keeping the Soul Society in the dark about that bizarre relationship was far from his mind. What he only thought about was that she believed he'd be angry for being asked for assistance in keeping that couple safe.
"I wasn't sure...," she shifted uncomfortably in the space of his window, "I wasn't sure how you would take it. If you wanted to help us keeping the Soul Society from finding out or not?"
Scoffing mirthlessly at that, he said, "I'll do it."
"What?" her surprised expression just irritated him more. Offering his help wasn't something to be so surprised about. In spite of how things in his friendship with Orihime had ended, she was still a friend that needed help, even if that help came from him that had hurt her so much for years. It still hurt to know that she needed him like in the past, regardless of having Ogichi with her. Thinking about it was like thinking of a dark humorous graveyard joke. It was morbid and ironic.
This is what I needed, right? Being useful in being worthless. He forced his negative trail of thought to end right there. It was bad enough that in the last year he had to accept that he couldn't protect everyone like he'd first thought. No one was invincible and could shield others from pain and confusion. When he had discovered these things, that he himself had added to a situation that plunged him into a state of seeing only his own flaws, he had forcedly become detached. Being cold wasn't just to protect himself... It was to keep himself from seeing into others and only hurting them some more by trying to 'help' them.
He had simply reached a point of not caring and not getting too involved. Unfortunately, now in Karakura, he couldn't stop seeing what other people liked to keep hidden. Why couldn't he stop seeing it?! He knew that the reason why Rukia was endangering herself was because she felt guilty for taking advantage of Orihime's naivety. Ensuring her happiness was her way of asking for forgiveness.
"I said 'I'll do it'," he repeated solemnly, making sure to remove all sarcasm from his eyes and voice. It was an inward oath.
"Are you sure you want to do it? Because I could just-"
"Damn it, Rukia, I'll do it!" the words came out more sharply than intended. Why couldn't people just back off that particular subject? If he told her that he didn't give a shit about Orihime and Ogichi would she even believe him? Would anyone?
Apparently no, because almost the instant her eyes widened in shock at his hardened tone, they dimmed in sympathy.
"I know, Ichigo," nodding, she swallowed before speaking further and giving him an obviously strained smile,"I guess...," one of her shoulders lifted in a shrug, "I'll be seeing you around more often, huh?"
She's uncomfortable. He should have noticed it earlier. Everything in Rukia's body language screamed nervousness. As if she expected him to spot something different about her. He didn't see anything she had to keep from him, so why all the tension?
Staring at her for a couple of seconds which had her almost squirming, he finally nodded and muttered, "Yeah." His eyes didn't move from her pale face that seemed to have become whiter under his scrutiny.
I know I can sometimes intimidate people, but this is Rukia for shit's sakes! What's up with her?
"Okay... See you later then," as if wanting to bolt out of there, yet not wanting to look too obvious at the same time, she slowly backed out of his open window. He continued staring after her as she leapt away from his house and disappeared into the night blanketed Karakura.
All he could hear now were her sandaled feet running in the darkness.
That was when he realized that Rukia hadn't been afraid of him seeing something... He didn't know why that thought popped into his head, yet it was still there. An evident awkwardness had been present in her leaving. It had only been there for a brief moment before she jumped off the sloping roof of his house, in the way she moved her head as if to scan the area quickly and how her small body had been tense and then relieved at noting that nothing was in sight.
She had been afraid of being seen by someone else.
***
A/N: Hehehe... Something BIG will happen in later chapters. It's starting to appear, meaning that this 'smooth sailing' will not last for long (a bit of a spoiler. hehehe). Sorry for taking long on updating, but I had a bit of a writer's block. I had the ideas, I just didn't know how to put them into words, so sorry for sucky chap. For those that reviewed, my responses are here=):
http://lehotmims.easyjournal.com/entry.aspx?eid=9303514
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