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Like a Bullet	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Like a Bullet

Fandom: Bleach

Chapter: 18

Characters: Orihime

Word count: 1,856

AN: Please note that this is a peek into Orihime’s mind. NO, she is far from sane. Her problem will be explained later.
So yeah.
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Sitting down at her computer, Orihime frowned to herself before making a quick note on what her newest blog entry would be about, deciding to do the longest part of the entry at the end. Making sure that she had her soda near by, she smiled and started to type up her newest post.
Today, my dear readers, today I think is a not so good day. Or to say, the last week hasn’t been good to me.
As you all know, about a week and a half ago, my dear friend and employer, Isshin Kurosaki and his two, twin daughters were killed. Since then, it has been discovered that they had been stalked and murdered by some very cruel people. A special unit force in the police department called The Homicide Specialty Unit has taken over the investigation. They are actually working with a special body guard and investigation group simply known as The Guardians.
Since I learned about them working the case, I’ve done some research on both groups and they’re rather small, even in numbers. Especially in numbers. The Homicide Specialty Unit employees a total of eight detectives while the Guardians employee ten people and those don’t include the techs that they use to run evidence.
I actually met the man who runs the Guardians. One Aizen, Souske.
Pausing in her typing at the thought of the man, she shivered as her nipples tightened in arousal. Sipping her soda to help her calm down, she continued to type.
Let me tell ya, he is yummy, with a capital Y. He’s smooth and kind and a wonderful gentleman. He came on his own to interview me and he was kind to me as he kept his eyes above my neck. He kinda reminded me of Isshin-kun before he started to go back on his morals. It was nice and I can’t help but wonder if I’ll see him again sometime soon.
Though I have to wonder why he did come alone since Tatsuki and Keigo told me that when they had gone in that he had had a partner, one of the people from the unit called Shunsui, Kyoraku. His picture that I found showed that he was pretty good looking in a rugged way. I wouldn’t mind meeting him in a dark alley when he has a quickie on the mind. Yum.
To move on, the will of Isshin was read and it wasn’t very good for me. Not what I thought the man would leave me after all the time we were together, that was for sure. I swear, he told me that he had left me the house and money if he and his girls died. Well, he, Yuzu and Karin all died but Kurosaki, Ichigo, his so called disowned child, inherited everything. Which leaves me with enough to buy next semesters books and pay for classes, maybe to fix up my junker if I buy used instead of new text books.
I wonder just why Isshin broke his promise to me in such a way. And now, the disowned bastard is going to turn the beautiful house and wonderful clinic into a store for the less moral out in the world!
I’ve been to his store, but I’m going to wait to talk about him for the moment.
Sado… now that’s a person I haven’t talked to in a while.
Stopping once more, Orihime leant back and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself enough to write her entry without cursing every two words. She didn’t want to lose her blog or her ads that helped to pay for her bills. If she put to many details about her sex life or cursed too much, any of she them could pull their ads. She had another blog, a story one really, that talked about her sex life, so it was easy as long as she took the time to edit her posts before she posted.
But she often wrote about Ichigo and his perversions, posting them on her other site when she wasn’t talking about sex, kinks, and her exploits. They were usually filled with quite a few expletives. A few of her readers admitted to copy and pasting them into a word document before removing all of the cursing just to understand what she was trying to say. She understood why and didn’t care about that all that much. After all, they did continue to support her via comments left and various donations that helped her build a large money base that she kept tucked away.
Debating if she should add rum to her soda for a moment, she decided against it until after she had posted and continued to work on her entry.
I don’t know where he’s gone off to. I see him in class, but he moved and changed all of his numbers. His old landlord has kept his mouth shut about where he is now. Even with my chest flashing at him, he kept it shut. He told me that one of The Guardians told him to keep quiet due to a threat to people that are connected to one Ichigo Kurosaki.
I don’t seem to fall under that category since I could care less if the little piece of white trash dies. He made his bed by choosing to look like a chick, wearing a woman’s wardrobe and taking their place in a mans’ bed.
But Mizuiro also seems to be exceedingly busy all of a sudden and there are journals on his blog and online journals that are password locked with one that I don’t know. I can’t help but wonder what he talks about on those journals. And I wonder if he’s not turning his back on me to. Hell, he doesn’t even come to me on the slow nights when he can’t get laid.
Let me tell ya, the polite men are always the ones that are wild. I kind of miss that with him and I’ve been debating if I shouldn’t call him and invite him sometime soon.
Or I should just call up one of my other partners. I haven’t really gotten laid in nearly four months, at least not since Isshin took me out that one night. I had so hoped that he would take me to bed that night, but it hadn’t happened, nor did it happen any time after that night. It was so disappointing, more so when I found out about their deaths. I had had such high hopes for our budding relationship.
Once more, she stopped her typing, eyes glazing over as she remembered her time working with Isshin after Ichigo had been tossed out and later, after she had lost her part time job. He had been so kind to her, giving her a well paying job when she needed it. They had gotten close, close enough for Isshin to feel comfortable enough to ask her out on a date before things got really odd with him and the twins once more.
She supposed it was about then that the stalking had started up again. Snorting, Orihime drank the last of her soda down before standing up and walking to the kitchen. Pouring some more soda, she headed back to her bedroom, taking her seat once more as she fixed her nightgown so that it rested around her legs. Once more, she started to type her newest entry.
First I lose Isshin and now I fear I am losing Sado and Mizuiro. I wonder if it is not due to Ichigo popping up on this side of town again.
As I sit here, I realized that I have never once talked about why I hate Ichigo Kurosaki, or at least not in great detail. Much less my past with him. We all know who he and his store is publicly known but I know who he once was, the lies that he told all of us. Let’s remedy that.
I met him through Tatsuki during our first year of high school and I thought he was so amazing, absolutely amazing. He had shorter hair back then, the color much lighter then the richer red-orange it is now. He scowled a lot back then but his brown eyes were so much more expressive than anything I’ve ever seen. So dark and rich, carrying just a hint of sadness in them. His voice was just as rich as it is now, making me tingle in arousal. Not that I knew what the feeling was in those early days; no that came later, that knowledge.
As the years passed, we grew closer together and I felt that he would ask me out finally. All the signs pointed to it and I kept dropping hints. By the time he had been discovered being fucked, I had slept with a couple of guys to make sure I would please him of course.
A woman needs to know how to make her man happy.
When he didn’t come to school one day, or the next, all of us; me, Tatsuki, Sado, Mizuiro and Keigo; all went over to the Kurosaki household. It was Karin that told us how Isshin found Ichigo fucking.
Or rather being fucked by some guy who didn’t even go to our school. And in a skirt!
I could feel my heart break at the news. He had lied to me about caring about me. He lied to all of us about being straight and to damn busy with studying to actually date anyone. He broke my heart, hurt all of us so very much. And for what? To be a woman? To wear skirts and be bent over and taken by any male that shows interest in him?

It disgusts me so very much and makes me wonder why I even loved him. Now he owns a store that caters to those with loose or no morals, has a staff of sluts just like him and has a handsome blond panting after him.
Mind you, the blond could get any woman he wanted, especially since he is the Shinji Hirako, gun expert of The Guardians. He’s handsome, smart, and apparently very brilliant and has a well paying job. Any woman he’s with through would have to watch him closely to make sure that he doesn’t end up returning to his old ways.
For now, I suppose I should sign off. Tomorrow, I have an interview and one test, the rest of my classes being cancelled. I hear a cup of coke and rum calling my name.
Cheers, Orihime.
Humming and posting the blog entry, Orihime stood up and moved to the kitchen. Pouring a fresh cup of soda, adding a good splash of rum, she felt flushed with her anger from the talk of Ichigo and her past with him. Shaking her head with a huff, Orihime leant against her counter, staring out of the kitchen window above the sink.
“What am I to do? What am I to do with everyone loving me?” she sang to herself as she swirled her drink around.
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