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Salvation	By : Mirrors1984 Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 13169 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning: Some gag-worthy cutesy Hichi/Himeness. I'm really bad at fluff, so please bear with me!
Chapter 15
Tatsuki-chan is acting strange lately. Orihime had been watching her friend closely for the past hour and kept noting how the other girl carefully avoided her eyes and didn't smile as sincerely as before. It was like her mind was preoccupied by other things or like... she was hiding something from her.
When her friend had called her saying that she wanted to hang out, Orihime had been thrilled. Ever since they had all started different routines due to after-high school graduation stages of getting married, working and going to classes, they barely had any time to just sit down and talk. It would have been even more thrilling if Tatsuki weren't so distracted and awkward around her.
"Is something wrong?" her question was tentative. Deeply she was afraid that her friend would shut down and not say what was on her mind.
There's something different about her... It was something she couldn't put her finger on. Tatsuki looked the same as she always did, so it wasn't her physical appearance that had changed. Her attitude in the other hand, was another matter. She wasn't the kind of girl that flinched at questions and had the look of a deer caught in front of speeding headlights.
That was what Orihime saw in her eyes after asking something as simple as 'Is something wrong?'. The expression of someone that was afraid of having something seen and being judged for it.
"No. Nothing's wrong, Orihime-chan," giving her a wan smile, Tatsuki leaned her back on the chair she was on. For their outing, Orihime had picked a restaurant that had just opened weeks earlier a block from her apartment. They were sitting at a table outside, under the extreme summer sunlight and in spite of the brightness outdoors, Tatsuki looked eerily pale.
"But... you have been like that ever since we've got here, Tatsuki-chan! If there's something wrong, I'd like to know!" somewhat embarrassed for her outburst, she blushed and bit her lower lip. She had allowed her worry to reflect outwards. It was something Ogichi constantly teased her about... How visible her emotions were. He called her an open book because of it.
Tatsuki stared at her wide eyed for a couple of seconds. She could see that she was inwardly debating whether to tell her or not.
"Is it... is it Kurosaki-kun again?" hearing her friend's low gasp, Orihime winced. Ogichi knew far more things than she did and the morning after Tatsuki had spent the night at Ichigo's, her husband had been more gleeful than usual, which was a feat. He always had a secret joke. It was easily seen by the permanent mirth in his eyes; that there was something amusing him at all times... So when he had been far more teasing and saying cryptic comments under his breath through some snickering after their visit with Tatsuki that specific day, she had insisted on him telling her what exactly was going on.
Knowing how she hated to have people keep things from her, he only told her.
"King and Arisawa have been playin' 'House' and they liked it so much, they're scared shitless."
Only he would say something like that. He didn't tell her the details, but 'playing house'? That didn't make much sense to her. As far as she could remember when being a child, playing house involved a boy (or sometimes girl if there wasn't a boy) to play 'daddy', a girl to play 'mommy' or if an extra friend was around, a 'baby'.
She should have known that Ogichi had said things a little too clearly, yet had used words to confuse her into thinking anything but what was really happening to her friends. Her husband had a strange way of doing and explaining things.
"Ichigo... Is not the same guy I knew, Orihime-chan."
Surprised that Tatsuki was finally opening up, she didn't speak a word and stared at her expectantly, wishing to hear more.
Obviously feeling unnerved by how Orihime was staring at her, she shifted in her seat and cleared her throat before speaking again.
"I haven't been helping things between us either," this was admitted with downcast eyes.
"What do you mean?" frowning, she leaned forward in her seat, hoping that she would say more. She had known Tatsuki for enough years to say that the girl did everything in her power to righten things. It was rare for her to make mistakes, because she was far too level-headed and thought things over before acting on them. Sometimes she did act before thinking if the situation was overly threatening, but when it came to personal matters, she was very careful in giving a final opinion unless everything had been looked at from every angle.
Like she had done for Ogichi and me. Due to that part of her friend's personality, Orihime had found closure in accepting Ogichi into her life. Tatsuki, naturally, had been against his agressive amorous attentions, yet as things had progressed, she had actually helped her in not losing her mind when everything had been falling apart.
Somehow, staring at Tatsuki now made Orihime feel like it was her turn to help her from going insane. Thinking about how Ogichi had mentioned playing 'House' being the actual problem between them, Orihime furrowed her brow, trying to finally get what he meant by that bizarre example.
"Ichigo has been having some... issues for a long time."
"Does this...?" Orihime blushed furiously at how stupid she was about to sound to her friend. "Does this have to do with you and Kurosaki-kun playing... stuff?"
"Playing stuff?!" at that Tatsuki blinked and made a face, completely confused.
I shouldn't have said anything! Her face was so hot that she was sure that the redness of her cheeks had spread to her hairline and neck.
"You know...?" she lifted a shoulder awkwardly. "Playing with... each other." To someone else her words would have seemed naughty, but she was still thinking of playing 'House'. That was why she was surprised by Tatsuki's expression of absolute mortification.
"Ogichi told you something, didn't he?!" she breathed in shock.
"Um... no," the lie was so evident in her apologetic wince.
"I should have known he wasn't going to keep his mouth shut!" Tatsuki spat more to herself.
"But... does that mean that you and Kurosaki-kun had a problem because of playing? Because if it's that-"
"No," sighing heavily, Tatsuki rested her forehead on her palm, completely hiding her face from Orihime. "I... I don't even know what the problem is anymore. At first I thought it was... that first time, but then after we had settled things and agreed that we wanted-"
What is she trying to say?
"-to keep doing it, he just... I haven't heard from him all weekend. I don't know if that's his way of saying that it was just a one time thing. Damn, what does he think of me?!"
One time thing? Now Orihime was even more confused.
"You must be so mad at me!" she was startled when Tatsuki finally looked up at her. Apparently what she had disclosed was personal because she looked very shaken and paler than before..
"Why... why would I ever be mad at you, Tatsuki-chan?" In the past, especially during the begining of her and Ogichi's relationship, there had been rare moments in which she had become angry at Tatsuki. She was just incapable of acting harshly towards her friend and if she did, she would be more angry at herself for treating her that way. Merely recalling the one time she had raised her voice at her when defending Ogichi outside of her apartment a year earlier still brought tears to her eyes upon occasion.
I could never be so mad at her again. It hurts me to feel that for her. Tatsuki was more than a friend; she was a sister. Someone that had unconditionally connected to her pain when she had needed her the most and had been alone in the world.
"For me... sleeping with Ichigo."
Her jaw dropped. Not once in her mind had she thought that was the gist of it. Only shock was present at her revelation. To be honest, Orihime didn't know how to react to Tatsuki's confession. It was the last thing she would have ever expected to hear from her.
Tatsuki-chan and Kurosaki-kun... had sex? It was hard to put everything together in her mind. She wasn't upset by it, because ever since she had restarted her life with Ogichi the only thing that had clouded her happiness was Ichigo's own despair. Everyday, just before he had disappeared from Karakura, she and everyone else had seen signs of his demeanor drastically changing from stiffly cordial to withdrawn and vacant to what anyone said to him. She blamed herself for it. He had tried to get her to love him again and it hadn't worked because all she had in her mind was the seductive darkness he kept hidden in a mistaken belief that he was protecting her from more pain.
"Why would I be mad at you for that?" she asked softly, looking at her friend's trembling eyes unwaveringly. It would be a lie if she said that it wasn't startling. The thing that was trully upsetting to her was that Tatsuki was troubled by it and Ichigo was evidently avoiding her.
"I-I don't know, Orihime-chan," almost sounding defeated, Tatsuki slumped in her seat, looking away from her as if unnerved. "I wasn't sure how you would take it... for me to do... that with Ichigo."
Her eyes widened. Tatsuki was concerned that she would be angered over her sleeping with her old crush after all the tears she had cried for him.
"Actually...," Tatsuki looked at her as she began, "I'm not mad at you, but... I'm mad at him."
Her friend gaped.
"You're mad at him?"
"Well, yes!" Orihime hit the top of the table with her fist, wearing a scowl on her face that other people would have thought of as cute. No one took her seriously when angry because she was incapable of being intimidating. "He hasn't even called you! That's so mean! He can't just do th-things with you," her cheeks flushed at what 'things' really meant, "and then pretend nothing happened!"
"Now, listen, Orihime-chan, it's not that big a deal-"
"Not that big a deal?!" her voice raised enough to have other people sitting on tables closeby eyeing her strangely. "I ought to go to Kurosaki-kun's house and... and yell at him for being so inconsiderate! What a... a jerkass!"
Tatsuki coughed loudly at the profanity that she had just clumsily blurted out and Orihime felt as if her head was about to explode in embarassment as she covered her mouth with a hand.
I should tell Ogichi not to curse so much since we're going to have a baby and all... But I'll have to stop doing it too because it rubbed off on me!
"A... jerkass?" Tatsuki asked slowly, raising a brow.
"Um... Sorry," Orihime grimaced, lowering her hand from her mouth so she could toy with the cloth covering their round table nervously at saying something so strange in front of her. "I-I couldn't think of anything else to call him."
"Well," scratching the back of her head, wearing the slightest of smirks, Tatsuki muttered, "He is a major jerkass, so I can't blame you for calling him that."
Relaxing in her seat, mostly because Tatsuki wasn't teasing her for her odd use of curse words, Orihime studied her concernedly.
"It still isn't right, Tatsuki-chan... I should have Ogichi talk to him or... I should talk to him myself." In some way it was partly their fault he had grown so cold towards all of them.
"No," shaking her head, Tatsuki's smirk was almost sad. "I doubt that would help. Ichigo might be a wimp for some things, but when it comes to the things he has been going through lately, he... he just doesn't want to listen to anyone."
"Things... he has been going through lately?" she didn't like the sound of that.
"I'd rather not talk about his personal things," taking a deep breath and widening her already melancholic smile, Tatsuki quickly changed the subject to other things and Orihime understanding the maneuver, a trick she had used so many times herself in the past, played along for her sake. They spoke of the normal things they usually spoke of. TV shows, music and food, well Orihime was the only one bringing up food in their conversation while Tatsuki rolled her eyes at her recipe ideas and murmured about Ogichi's lack of good taste-buds for actually enjoying her cooking.
In spite of the discomfort Tatsuki felt at speaking of Ichigo, Orihime couldn't help bringing it up once they parted ways.
"You know... you can tell me everything, Tatsuki-chan. Kurosaki-kun...," she trailed off, not knowing which words could bring some comfort to her friend.
"Don't you worry about it, Orihime-chan. I... I think I can handle him," though her words had been slow in coming out, Orihime had seen the determination in her eyes. That alone spoke of Tatsuki's strength. She never gave up.
"Thank you for listening to me... and not judging me," Tatsuki said lowly, lowering her gaze to the sidewalk they were walking on.
"Oh, Tatsuki-chan!" Orihime laughed. "You don't have to thank me for listening to you! That's what friends are for, silly!"
However when she reached her apartment, she let the sadness she felt for Tatsuki roll over her. It was the first time she had actually seen her so lost. Tatsuki always had logical solutions to things thrown her way. She always found ways to fix things, either by words or actions. Now, her reliable friend was feeling hopeless, thrust into a situation she had never experienced before.
Stepping out of her shoes, her eyes instinctively moved to the couch in the middle of the living room.
Ogichi was where she had left him. He had been somewhat moody over being told to stay put as she spent quality 'girl time' with Tatsuki. After living together for a little over a year, he still retained a childish sulkiness when he was told what to do. He got annoyed whenever she pointed out how cute he looked whenever broody, but that didn't stop him from huffing and pouting.
He didn't like being deemed as 'cute', but to her his expressiveness was always adorable even if other people found it odd.
People think I'm weird too.
Smiling contently, she silently walked over to him.
He was lying on his stomach, his naked pale back to her as he breathed lightly in his sleep. It never failed to amaze her how innocent he could look while asleep. His hard sharp features would relax and his pale lips would part to breathe. One of his fists was resting close to his face, almost as if he were a baby.
Trying to smother a giggle behind her hand at how cute he was to her, she went down on her knees to study his slumbering features a while longer before he woke up and started his routine of scowling about her leaving him all 'alone'.
"Are ya' gonna keep lookin' at me like I'm a cuddly lil' puppy ya' wanna pet?" his pale lifted into a familiar smirk and he didn't open his eyes.
He was pretending!
"I thought you were sleeping!" she complained as he opened his inhumanly bright golden irises to look at her in lazy amusement.
"Lil' Hime... I knew ya' were here since steppin' in the buildin'."
"Hmph!" Ogichi had uncanny senses. Not only was he perfect in detecting reaitsu, he could also sense the emotions and oftentimes, secrets of others. She should have known that sneaking up on him unawares was a waste of time.
It's sometimes so unfair! I can't surprise him about anything!
"'Bout time ya' came back anyway. I was startin' to get pissed," his voice lost some of its groggyness as he moved to lie on his back to look at her.
Regardless of how long they had been together, he still had her swallowing dryly whenever he gave her a certain look. It was just a heavy-lidded promising stare reserved just for her. She wondered if he would always look at her that way... With the early stages of her pregnancy, new issues had started to rise. Like her personal criticism of her body. Ogichi liked it, but she, in spite of how many people may find it shocking, had things she didn't like about her body. Her chest was one of them.
And they're going to get bigger.
"What's with that blush, lil' hime?" he rested his head on the armrest and pushed his hips off the couch, insinuating what he had been thinking about while she had been gone.
"Ogichi..." she didn't need to look at the growing bulge forming between his legs to feel her lower belly heating.
"C'mon! Ya' left me here all by myself! Ya' have to give me some!" he scowled at her hesitance, as if peeved that she hadn't spared a glance at the sizable erection pushing unshamedly at the front of his pants. Such things didn't embarass him and he rather proudly displayed himself when the 'mood' struck him.
Giggling at how blunt he was, she rose off the floor and confidently straddled his hips, lifting up her long skirt so that she could deliberately press down on the hard length that was punishingly being squeezed by the cloth of his pants.
"That's more like it," his hands went for her hips and though her cheeks reddened, she smiled down at him and leaned towards his lips to give him a quick peck.
At the innocently brief kiss, he growled in annoyance at how she teased him.
"Ya' can do better than that, lil' hime!" a small laugh escaped her at how agitated he sounded, but her urge to laugh disappeared when one of his hands grabbed the back of her head to force her lips down on his.
She never got tired of kissing him. It was hard to control him at times, especially during sex because he didn't know the meaning of 'holding back', but everything about him seemed to grow more intoxicating with the passage of time.
His hot breath tickled her moist lips as she sucked his tounge inside. However, when the one hand on her hip moved to caress her lower belly, she stiffened. She knew that he was directly touching the budding little mound in which their baby was growing. Her pregnancy was barely noticeable, but she could see the subtle differences in her body, even if Ogichi didn't say anything about them.
Pulling away from her, he whispered, "What's up with ya'...?"
"Ah...," feeling suddenly shy about him purposely testing the hardening spot on her once softer belly, she sat up to look down at him, her cheeks a heightened pink.
He was absolutely puzzled.
"Lil' hime, ya' still owe me," his puzzled expression was replaced with a mischiveous smile and as if he knew that she was uncomfortable at having her slowly growing belly wordlessly pointed out, he removed his hand almost reluctantly. It wasn't that she didn't want him to show affection towards their unborn child. It was more like she was timid about how her body was changing with the pregnancy and what he would think about it. He was always fixated with the size and firmness of her breasts, though she didn't like them, the curve of her hips and the smallness of her waist. Well, he liked everything about her body, even though she had some problems accepting it. She wasn't precisely 'conventionally built' by all Japanese standards.
He's so stubborn!
"If ya' don't give it to me good, I'll make ya' fuck me on the porch."
"W-what?!" he had only been teasing that time! At least, she thought he was teasing but with him there was no way of telling.
"Hah! Ya' think I won't make ya'!" she yelped when he firmly grabbed her hips to get her off him.
"Ogichi, we can't do that there!"
"Yeah, yeah!" not sounding put out, he easily lifted her off so he could sit up. "That whole 'We can't do stuff on the porch because the neighbors 'ill be lookin'!" he comically mimicked a feminine voice as he set her on her feet.
"Can't we... can't we at least wait until it's nighttime?" she asked lamely as he stood up and stretched his arms above his head, his stark white leanly muscled chest rippling at the motion of him arching his back to pop some bones.
"Nah, it'd be borin' than way," he reasoned nonchalantly, lowering his arms to his sides to look at her calmly.
"Can we bring... a blanket?" To cover ourselves up.
"Too hot outside."
Huffing at how he pushed all modesty outside, she crossed her arms as he smirked knowingly. He had a hobby of pushing her to do things that she normally wouldn't do. Cursing was one of them, as well as his sexual habits. Ogichi had a particularly voracious appetite when it came to sexual creativity. Nothing was 'too much' for him.
"I'm kind of mad at you," she tried to sound upset and one of his brows shot up in confusion.
"What the heck did I do now?! I've been good!" he argued, his past playful mood gone.
"You said that Tatsuki-chan... and Kurosaki-kun were playing 'House' and never said anything about them having sex."
Rolling his eyes at that, he snarled, "What's the use in gettin' mad 'bout that? Don't tell me ya' still want that piece of shit King!"
"N-no!" Sometimes he said things that stunned her. Not once had she thought of Ichigo that way... At least not since Ogichi had entered her life. Alarmed she looked at him through wide hurt eyes and then felt some relief at seeing that he was just once again teasing her.
"That was quite rude, Ogichi...," she murmured, looking down at her feet.
Hearing a low chuckle, she wasn't surprised when one of his hands snaked around her waist to pull her closer to his tall frame. Her full breast pressed against his stone-like chest and she could feel his heart, the heart Ichigo had given him in his sacrifice, beating fiercely in spite of him appearing to be calm. It always baffled her how his heartbeat raced, but her heart did the same thing too... Going at a fast tempo whenever he touched her.
Feeling a very pleasant heat course her from head to toe, particularly her womb, she timidly looked at his smiling face.
"Ya' worry too damned much at times," the warm tip of one of his fingers ran over her lower lip and she trembled. "Why dontcha' just forget 'bout those two and think 'bout us...?"
She began to smile until she gasped in shock as he suddenly pulled away from her, gleefully finishing the rest of his phrase.
"...fuckin' on the porch!"
"Ogichi, that's exibitionism! I-I think it's illegal!" she exclaimed helplessly as he raced to a glass sliding door leading to said porch.
Only hearing the door sliding loudly at being opened excitedly, she sighed, though a smile graced her face at her husband's antics.
No matter how much of a handful he could be, she wouldn't change Ogichi for anyone else. It had been stupid for her to think that in the past when she had been mourning her loss of Ichigo to Rukia. When the sadistic loud Hollow had crashed into her bleak world, he had brightened it after bringing a moment of darkness that helped open her eyes.
Tatsuki-chan... could she be going through what I went through? Ichigo was nothing like Ogichi, of that she was certain. There was the nagging feeling that her friends were going to go through something more agonizing than she had. It was almost inevitable. Why couldn't she stop worrying about it? Perhaps... it was because she felt like she couldn't be as much of help as Tatsuki had been to her when she had her own problems.
"Lil' hime...! If ya' stand there spacin' out I'll have to come getcha' and I'll be extra nasty 'bout it! Ya' owe me big time! I'm gonna' start coutin' already...!" Ogichi's laughter filled voice sang from the sunny porch that looked out over the main street.
Paling, knowing that what he trully meant to say was that things would be more 'risque', she pushed all of her inner questions aside and ran towards the inviting open doorway to her impatiently waiting husband.
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A/N: I had the mother of all writer's blocks regarding my fics (and a bunch of personal stuff that still needs to be taken care of.). My updates have been slowed because of this. *winces* Hope people liked chapter though it was more Ogichi and Orihime based. (it is a sequel to their story after all) And also, apologies for not doing a full descriptive Hichi/Hime lemon. (I kinda overloaded 'Reflection' with plenty of action between those two and 'Salvation' is more Ichi/Tat than anything). Responses to wonderful Review is here! =) : http://lehotmims.easyjournal.com/entry.aspx?eid=9321484
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