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The King's Eyes	By : kiki1983 Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 3007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The King's Eyes
- 2-Her Protector No Matter the Foe
- 1
- 2
�� It was quiet for a
long time.� When Hichigo was strong
enough to take my own eyes and ears from me I sank down and found myself strewn
dejectedly on the reflective window of a skyscraper that didn�t exist in the
World of the Living.� I can still feel
the bone-aching power of the cursing mask, I don�t want to move, there is nowhere to move to.

�� Honestly it was like
trying to concentrate while having a constant orgasm.� When Hichigo got
excited it was even worse.

�� When he�d taken my
place fighting with Byakuya I�d yearned for what he
yearned for, to wipe the superior air right out of the noble.

�� And I wanted Rukia so much.

�� Hichigo
was right I was surrounded by attractive women, more than one attracted to me
in return.� I�d always know Rukia had feelings for me, part of the reason Renji told me to back off�Rukia
had turned him down and revealed her secret to him.� So, yes, I knew about her feelings but found
myself a coward.

�� But Orihime?

�� Tatsuki
had introduced us after she�d noticed my first unsuccessful try at covert
ogling of the sweet girl.� I met her when
we were younger, before she was slapped with puberty over one summer.

�� I�ll admit it; I can bankai with the best of them but talk to a girl?� I�m a fucking idiot.

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�� Thank you so much Orihime-chan!��
Matsumoto said a bit too cheerily.

�� They had just gotten
back to Orihime�s apartment after the funnest girl�s night she�d been involved in.� Truth be told before she�d met Matsumoto
those had entailed less sake and more sweet bean curd s�mores with Tatsuki.

�� The shinigami had kept slipping more sake into Orihime�s cup when she thought she�d politely sipped enough
to put the cup down.� If another person
asked her who had taught her to drink sake again Orihime
felt she would set loose Koten Zanshun.� Nobody
did silly!� First time!� At a bar at least.

�� Since you and Hitsugaya-kun are staying here I thought it was a good idea
to keep your gigai here instead of at Urahara-san�s when you went back to the soul society for
anything,� Orihime blushed, mostly from the sake, her
face glowing with a smile.

�� So he just dumps his
in the closet?�� Matsumoto kicked off her
shoes out of habit as they moved inside.�
�Silly Taichō,� She giggled and
moved to said closet, opening the door to look down at the white-haired gigai in a somber black polo and skinny jeans.� She stepped in where she found pace amongst
his gangly legs and the shoes and focused on leaving her gigai.� She moved out and closed the door quickly
ignoring the thump of the dead weight of the gigai
hitting something behind her.

�� Rangiku-san!�� Orihime sang with a
laugh.� �I�ll have to get to my closet!�

�� Chagrined the shinigami turned and slowly pulled the door open and
peeked in to see how the gigai had fallen.� After a moment to see the gigai
wasn�t leaning against the door she let the door swing open as her body
trembled with laughter.� �Aw that looks
terribly naughty.�

�� What?�� Orihime tripped to
her side, her mammoth chest almost bowling over Matsumoto.� The innocent girl blushed
beet red and slapped her hands over her eyes.

�� Matsumoto closed the
door without moving the gigai and turned away
to summon the senkaimon back to soul society
before her taichō dismissed her from
vice-captain for shirking her duties.�
She�d just heard that Orihime hadn�t had sake
at a bar before and had gone a little overboard showing the teen the bar she�d
found only a few hours after arriving in the World of the Living.

�� Rangiku-san
don�t leave them like that!�� Orihime pleaded but the teetering lieutenant was already
gone, the senkaimon disappearing.

�� Orihime
stood there a moment before looking over her shoulder the expression on her
face would have new arrival thinking there was a hollow in her closet.

�� All I need in there
are umbrellas,� Orihime reasoned.� �As long as nobody else wants to hang up
their coat and it doesn�t rain I�ll never have to open it!�� She closed her eyes and clapped her hands
together to pray quickly for such to happen.�
�Or please have Hitsugaya-kun come back
quickly!�

�� A knock on her front
door startled her and she quickly moved to look through the peephole.� �Kurosaki-kun!�� She felt her heart skip a beat as his
unmistakable orange head filled her fishbowl view.

�� It was probably the
sake that made her brave enough to throw open the door and almost bowl over Ichigo as she hugged him.

�� Sorry about the
time,� Hichigo murmured.

�� Oh, I just now got
back with Rangiku-san!� What time is it?�� Orihime blushed and
turned to go inside.

�� I thought she went drinking
sake instead of helping that runt Toshiro?��
Hichigo glanced around the small part of the
apartment he could see from the doorway; would a lieutenant be able to sense
his hollowness?� Rukia
was powerful, he recalled Renji telling Ichigo that her brother had used his sway to keep her from
getting placed in a squad seat.

�� That�s what I said,
we just got back from this bar Rangiku-san knew
about,� She threw over her shoulder as she walked away.

�� Hichigo�s
eyes swung around almost immediately to rivet to the considerable jiggle Orihime had in her ass as well, pausing only a moment
before closing and locking the door behind him and following her in.� It only got better when she leaned over to
peek around the corner of the threshold into her kitchen, sticking the pert
thing out at him as he walked up behind her.

�� Oh my!�� She turned to face him and he lifted his gaze
quickly to meet her wide eyes.� �It�s
late!�

�� I know.�

�� It�s okay, you didn�t
wake me up,� She did a small twirl and Hichigo�s hand
shot out to catch her as she found she was a bit too intoxicated to do a move
like that.� She had meant to show off the
cocktail dress she wore, made of a slinky black fabric, the top shot through
with vibrant thick pink ribbon to accentuate her breasts.� Why did they need help?� �Are you wearing a push-up bra?�� The words came out of his mouth before he
could focus to think, her breasts pressing into his chest made them hard to not
focus on, her cleavage went on forever!

�� Huh?�� Orihime looked down
at her own cleavage following his gaze.�
She pulled away from him and succeeded in not stumbling.� His question and gaze made her body warm,
she�d only felt that way a few times always close to Ichigo.� �Strapless bra,� She shook her head, trying
to act mature and answer his question.

�� Sorry,� Hichigo chuckled at how many blushes he�d gotten
already.� Sweet, innocent, drunk Orihime.

�� At her name Ichigo trembled deep inside where Hichigo
had shoved him.� Aw don�t worry Ichi-baka I won�t kill her if she fucks me good enough.

�� �bastard�Tiny and faint
like a fevered whisper off dying lips.

�� Is there anything
wrong?�� Orihime
suddenly asked.� �The arrancar
haven�t--�

�� No,� Hichigo shook his head and turned off the lights, she hadn�t
noticed his eyes yet.� Must be the
sake.� �Do you have any sake left?�

�� Oh, I was out with Rangiku-san since school ended, she even bought me this
outfit,� Orihime fanned herself as she struggled to
keep her eyelids from drooping.

�� But she�s been living
here��

�� I�m sure there�s some
somewhere,� Orihime mumbled.

�� Where?�� He asked patiently.

�� Kitchen?�

�� You go to bed,
Inoue,� Hichigo suggested.� �I�ll let myself out.�

�� I�m sorry
Kurosaki-kun I�m just a little drunk, I�m kind of embarrassed,� Orihime frowned.

�� It�s okay,� Hichigo turned her and propelled her toward her room,
resisting the urge to slap her ass.� He
watched her teeter to the door on what looked like three inch stiletto heels,
and then he turned to go find some sake.

�� Orihime
glanced back to watch him disappear into the kitchen.� Why did he want sake?� Was something wrong?� She had thought Rukia
had been able to make him cheer up.� She
had felt such a twinge of jealousy at her ability to do that so easily, but
apparently it hadn�t had any sticking power.

�� Tell him, she
bit her lip and squeezed the tears back as she turned to find some PJs and leave him to whatever had him looking for
Matsumoto�s sake stash.

�� Why is he here?� She wondered as she stood in the middle of
her bedroom hugging her waist her fingers caressing in nervous circles on the
slinky fabric of her new dress.� It�s
fate Orihime!�
Fate getting tired of you being too scared!� She frowned as she unzipped the cute dress
Matsumoto had bought her as a thank you for letting them stay with her.� She was fine with all of the shinigami coming to save her life and all of those
in Karakura
Town, but the
vice-captain was a good friend.

�� The slinky fabric fell
as soon as she slipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders.� She unhooked the decent amount of tiny clasps
to remove her bra, the designer strapless number always made her breasts ache a
little.� Must be a little push-up I
guess, she found a large nightshirt and pulled it on.� As she started to close the dresser drawer
her eyes fell on her panties, she had them rolled up and packed together like makizushi.

�� With the dress
Matsumoto had bought the suicidal shoes and the matching black lacy
strapless-bra and thong, she had told her it was a necessity since the fabric
clung so tightly to her curves.� She
wasn�t necessarily a fan of wearing them on a regular basis and only owned two herself.� She
plucked out a pair, soft white cotton, still a sexy high-cut but with a bit
more coverage.

�� She was tired but her
body was still very conscious of Ichigo�s
presence.� She wanted to go see if he�d
left.� Don�t let him do that!� Stop him!�
�I couldn�t�� She whispered to herself as she
blushed.

�� I do need some
water,� She�d spent enough time with Matsumoto already to know she�d be hungover without at least two bottles before bed.

�� Turning to move toward
the kitchen she saw Hichigo leaning in the half-open
door with the sexiest heart-stopping smile on his lips.� �How about some more sake?�� He held up the large bottle, she recalled
Matsumoto being surrounded by numerous empty ones the same size.

�� I need to drink two
bottles of water before bed, Rangiku-san�s orders,� Orihime tried to sound her usual chipper self but it
suddenly occurred to her--� �How long
were you standing there?�

�� Hichigo
had seen the whole glorious show, his hands itching the whole time to touch
those breasts.� �Not long,� He slid the
door open little more and moved inside.�
�You didn�t wait for an answer as to why I came to see you so late.�

�� I�m a little silly
right now.�

�� When aren�t you?

�� I had it out with Kuchiki,� Hichigo admitted,
taking a long drink from the bottle, he�d almost chugged half of it in the
kitchen already.� �Apparently she had
some strange infatuation for me; I look like a shinigami
she knew a while back, that she killed.�

�� What?�� Orihime gasped.

�� I know!�� Hichigo laughed.

�� I mean, what about your feelings?�� Orihime was
bewildered, she thought Ichigo loved Rukia.

�� Feelings?�� Hichigo put on a
surprised look.� �Kuchiki?� No, I��
He shook his head and moved in closer.�
�I told her, she was angry but�Inoue�Orihime
I�m in love with you.�

�� Orihime
couldn�t help the tears that welled up in her eyes.� �Oh, Kurosaki-kun�� She
whispered touching his face tentatively.

�� Before she could
really distinguish anything odd with his gaze Hichigo
scattered her easily-scattered wits with a kiss.� He cupped her face so he could coax her lips
open and she was very still as his tongue slipped in to explore her soft mouth.

�� The intensity
increased as she began to return his thrusts.�
He slipped his arms around her tight, her nipples driving him crazy as
they brushed back and forth over his chest.�
�I can�t go back home with Kuchiki there.�

�� Blushing so deep he
could see it in the semi-dark she whispered.�
�Rangiku-san said that she was going to try to
convince Hitsugaya-kun to stay in the soul society so
she could go hang with her friends at the sake bar�� She whispered.� �Do you want to stay with me?�

�� With you?� Or in the living room?�� Hichigo asked and
tried not to grumble when she hid her face in his chest.� Damn virgins.

�� You would really�� Orihime�s voice was so soft he
could hardly hear, he put a hand on her chin to lift her face and she met his
eyes.� �Be with me?�

�� I�ve wanted you since
I knew what the words meant, I love you Orihime,� Hichigo gave her another kiss, almost chaste�

�� You almost made me
believe it was my idea to gently
make love to your sweet Orihime, Hichigo stepped in and deepened the kiss his hands
abandoning the sake on the dresser for a good grip on one ass cheek.

�� You think I�m gone?� Don�t be
a baka, this is my body!� Ichigo growled exasperated as Hichigo
exerted control over him again.� He gave Orihime a second�s pause before inching her nightshirt up
over her tight tummy, resisting the urge to cup her heavenly breasts so he
could whisk the shirt off with her help.

�� So beautiful,� Ichigo whispered with loving reverence.

�� With an impatient
shove Hichigo crammed Ichigo
down, and gently pushed Orihime until she bounced on
the bed, her breasts jiggling forever.�
Just for that, I�m fucking her titties when I
come.

�� Not Inoue, I�ll let
you fuck the damn gigai�Try as he might every
word only made it worse.

�� Hichigo
lowered onto the bed over her legs as she sat shy in the bed, bringing their
faces kissable close.

�� I�m a little scared
Kurosaki-kun,� Orihime said timidly.� Still with the last name?

�� I won�t let him hurt you!�
Ichigo fought again for a moment and Hichigo hid the internal fight with a kiss.

�� It�s okay,� Hichigo crooned, I like it.� He took her lips for another kiss, this one
not from Ichigo, or a distraction.� Orihime moaned as
he squeezed her breast and she passionately returned the assault of her lips,
hands slipping under his shirt without hesitation.

�� Hichigo
reared back up onto his knees so he could take off his shirt, but Orihime sat up trying to follow his lips as he pulled
away.� He pushed her back down and swept
the shirt off over his head and sent it flying into the far wall.

�� Surprise touched her
grey eyes at the rough treatment but it was gone as Hichigo
gently bit her nipple.� He twirled his
tongue as two of his fingers rolled her other nipple, the rest of his hand
squeezing that breast.

�� He could still feel
her trembling, her gasps and moans coming almost on top of each other, so he
surprised when her hands fumbled at the buckle of his belt.� He let her fumble a moment with the button of
his jeans before doing it for her as she did another fumble at the zipper.� �If you wanted my cloths off, all you had to
do was ask Hime-chan,� Hichigo
teased as he captured her hands and caught her attention.

�� A blush of pleasure
heated her face at the nickname, only Chizuru had called her that, and it meant
so much more coming from the man she�d loved so long.� �Kurosaki-kun--� A surprised gasp of pained
pleasure interrupted her words as his nimble fingers flashed up to pinch her
nipple hard.� �Oh!�

�� Am I your lover Hime-chan?�� Hichigo growled as he released her nipple and dipped his
mouth down to capture the rosy nub torturing with his tongue.� �Don�t call me Kurosaki-kun.�

�� What do you want me
to call you?�� She murmured as he suckled
on her breast.

�� Mm, Hime-chan,� He mumbled around her nipple and the
vibration of his teeth made her cry out.�
�Can�t you be creative?�

�� I want to make you
happy Kurosaki-kun�Oh!�� Her body jerked as his teeth bit into the
flesh around her nipple before he switched to the other breast.

�� Heika,�
Hichigo commanded in a growl as he tasted her.

�� Heika-kun,�
Orihime whimpered as he slipped a finger along her
panties.� �Oh, yes��

�� The hollow couldn�t
keep the grin off his lips and he rolled his dark eyes up to watch her face
twist and wince in pleasure.� Beautiful.� Hichigo gave a bite
to her nipple and she moaned louder her pained wince more pronounced but the
proof was wet on his fingers.� That�s
not beautiful Ichi-baka, it�s fucking hot.� Hichigo easily knew
his human side had thought the awed word not him.

�� Ichigo
was quiet in reply as he focused his entire will to remove the mask, be a persistent
pest while the hollow tried to play.� Ichigo Kurosaki.�
Substitute Shinigami.

�� Vizard.

�� Who�s Shinji, Ichi-baka?� Hichigo�s anger rose as he found the boy resisting when he
tried to remember more about the blond grinning senpai.� He pulled away from Orihime
to remove the rest of his cloths.

�� How could he not know
about Shinji?� Flashes of odd Urahara-made gizmos taking his memories with a honk and
puff of violet smoke were thrust into the hollow�s probing thoughts instead as
he tried to use Ichigo�s memories to find out.

�� Eyes wide Orihime�s lips moved over silent words she was
contemplating as his erection sprang free brushing his taunt lower
abdomen.� �Kuro--�
She started to moan but with a gasp cut herself off.

�� Hichigo
watched her eyes shoot up to catch his gaze apprehensively, her grey eyes
excited nonetheless.� �What?�

�� Heika-kun,�
Orihime bit her lip as she let her gaze lower before
she moved up to her knees on the bed and leaned into him.� �D-don�t let me do anything�wrong,� Orihime murmured and Hichigo�whose
middle name was depraved--almost pouted at her timid words until she
continued.� �I�ve only kissed two
people.�

�� Who?�� Hichigo lowered his
lips to kiss her neck, teeth and lips marking her soft skin.� He let his hands slide down her hips to catch
her panties only tugging them half down her thighs before impatient fingers
found better places to be.

�� K-- Heika-kun��

�� I make two?�

�� Three,� Orihime�s eyes slammed shut as his fingers simply played
along her opening.

�� So your
first and second?�

�� Chizuru-chan.�

�� As she hesitated Hichigo slipped a finger inside her, the wetness inside
making him reconsider and he pressed in yet another finger.� Her hands grabbed his shoulders as a cry
escaped her lips and unsurprisingly, �Kurosaki-kun!�

�� Hichigo
cut off any other words with a fist in her long hair.� She cried out as he jerked her head back to
expose her neck to more abuse from his lips and teeth.� �The second Hime-chan?�

�� Cheeks blushing in embarrassed excitement her grey eyes opened as he removed
his teasing fingers.� �Heika-kun?�

�� Tell me.�

�� Tatsuki-chan
when we were young,� Orihime closed her eyes as he
slipped his fingers along her clit, pinching.�
Gasping, she rocked her hips in time with his strokes, her fingers
clutching his shoulders nails digging in.

�� And how do I
rate?�� Hichigo
let his tongue lick up the line of her neck to her ear.� �Good enough to be your king?�� He released her hair so he could explore the
curves of her ass as she moaned assent to his questions.� �Eh? �Good enough to fuck you Hime-chan?�

�� W-what?�� Orihime was able to
barely gasp out before his lips took hers.�
She kissed him back with equal passion as his exploring hand followed
the line of her ass to tease her entrance again.� �Heika-kun!�

�� You.� Heard.�
Me.�� Hichigo
hissed as he nipped and bit at her pleasure-swollen lips.� �Hime-chan,� His
voice was low, as usual lower than Ichigo�s, and she
looked up at him her grey eyes drowning in lust as he played with her body, not
unlike he was playing� with Ichigo�s.� �Yes or
no?�

�� Yes!�� She cried out loudly her fingernails digging
in to cut crescent-shaped wounds into his shoulder as an orgasm rolled over her
and spilled out onto his teasing fingers.

�� A guttural growl
escaped Hichigo�s throat and he brought his fingers
to his lips to lick them like they were coated in honey.� He caught Orihime�s
gaze over his fingers and narrowed his eyes at the small smile that curved her
lips.� �What?�

�� Does it taste good Heika-kun?�

�� Since she looked
genuinely curious Hichigo popped his fingers out of
his mouth and wiggled them in front of her ravaged lips.� She didn�t open her mouth but her eyes darted
from his fingers to his face curiosity and desire battling on her innocent
face.

�� Open up,� Hichigo cupped her face and thrust one of the digits past
her hesitant lips.� With a groan he felt
her warm tongue lick along his finger and he watched her lips slide along
taking the digit in past her lips to the next knuckle.� �Fuck that�s so sexy.�

�� Orihime�s
eyes widened and the corners of her mouth tilted upward, pleased that she could
elicit that response.� �You make me feel
crazy Heika-kun�� She whispered around his finger.

�� It gets better,� Hichigo reluctantly took his hand away from her face and
the sweet suction of her mouth to push her back down to lie on the bed removing
her panties entirely.� As he crawled up
onto the bed between her legs she surprised him again by pushing him back with
both hands sitting up.� He was going to
swat her hand away and push her back down when he caught the blush on her
cheeks.

�� What about you Heika-kun?��
She asked her voice troubled the frown on her face making creases
between her eyebrows.

�� No wonder you love this woman!� Hichigo snaked his
arms around the redhead�s trim waist so he could pull her on top of him.� She straddled his waist her moist core
sliding along the sensitive flesh running along the bottom of his penis.� �Hime-chan blow
me.�

�� Heika-kun?�

�� What you were doing
to my fingers, on my cock,� Hichigo resisted
adjusting the angle of his hips and thrusting up inside her as she wiggled
against him.

�� I-I�ve never�� Orihime bit her
bottom lip nervously her hands resting on either side of his stomach.� �Help me Heika-kun?�

�� Hold it,� Hichigo leaned up on an elbow his free hand sandwiching the
healer�s hand around the base of his pulsing member.� �Up and down, squeeze,� He pumped her fist a
few times up and down his length before letting her hand go.

�� Only a moment had
passed after he fell back and closed his eyes and Hichigo
felt a tentative stroke of her fingers to his scrotum.� Groaning he encouraged her with a, �Fuck
yeah, harder Hime-chan.�

�� The hollow�s gruff
words and pleased moan emboldened the nervous redhead and she lowered her head
her tongue licking along the bottom as her lips slid over like she was tasting
the head of his aching hard-on.

�� Hichigo
almost let out an inhuman cackle as she pulled away in surprise the popping
sound of her lips an interesting punctuation to her expression.� Her fingers touched her lips to catch the
salty precum he�d obviously leaked by now.

�� Fucking Kuchiki.

�� Taste good?�

�� Better than mine,�
She admitted in an almost inaudible whisper and Hichigo
closed his black demon eyes as the words ghosted over his arousal; she�d lowered
her face back into place.

�� Yes!�� Hichigo hissed as
she slid her lips down inch-by-inch her tongue teasing as if she were tasting him.� Ah,
fuck!� Hichigo
growled as he clenched back the cackle of glee resounding so deep inside him Ichigo heard it rumble like an earthquake where he was
trapped struggling to be free.

�� Baka?� Ichi-Baka!� Your Hime�s eating
my cock like a fuckin� pro!� He mocked as her fingers squeezed into his
sack, her tongue driving a loud moan from the hollow.� As her nails suddenly dug in he cried out,
�Fuck!�

�� At his curse her
squeeze softened and she took him into her mouth as far as she could.� The wet pressure of her mouth shot pleasure
hot and sharp through him and the hollow�s hips bucked.� Her throat muscles squeezed the head of his
penis like a fist as she gagged and pulled her mouth away from him to gasp and
cough.

�� Come here,� Hichigo grumbled frustrated and set on burying himself deep
and hard inside her as she stopped touching him altogether.

�� N-no Heika-kun you just took me by surprise,� Orihime�s fingers circled his length as if holding him in
place.� It was a pretty good
strategy.� The hollow was practically a
butterfly pinned to a board.� �How else
would you fit it?�

�� That is a fucking
fantastic question!� Ichi-baka
why haven�t you fucked this girl stupid yet?� Hichigo wanted to
let his new Hime teach herself how to deep
throat his penis but he realized after a moment that he was getting nothing
from the baka.� Ichigo?

�� Distracted as Orihime resumed her promising first blow job Hichigo closed his eyes and shouted.� Heika!� The girl�s lips slipped down his already wet
flesh tasting and sucking even as he hit the back of her throat.� Heika?� Answer me Ichi��Ah!� Fuck�Hime-chan,�
His fingers dug into her hair her hairpins stabbing into the palms of his hands
as he pressed in to hold her head in place as she relaxed her muscles enough to
take a few more inches into her tight throat.�
�That�s it!� More��

�� As her muscles spasmed
around him he grunted, his hips lifting to thrust the last few inches down her
throat and her nails dug into the flesh of his thighs as she fought not to gag
and pull her head back off of him.�
�So�fucking�good�Ah!�

�� The quick up and down
stroke of her mouth made him shudder with pleasure but before he could cry out
from it he felt his power over Ichigo�s body switch
off.� He started to raise his spiritual
pressure to combat the violent attempt to seize control by Ichigo.

�� With a gasp Orihime looked up at the massive flare of spiritual
pressure.� �Heika-kun?� Are you okay�oh!�� She gasped as strong hands gripped her arms
and yanked her up.

��

�� Heika-kun--�

�� Ichigo.�

�� What--�

�� Please,� I gasped as
the sweat beaded and coursed down my face from the exertion of tearing free
from the mask and taking back my body.�
�Don�t ever call me--�

�� The spiritual pressure
was suddenly stifling but only because I wasn�t ready, like breathing in water
I had to open my gills.� Needless to say I
was not thinking of sex even if I was covered in the sexiest redheaded blanket
in existence.� Before I could try and
feel out who the spiritual pressure belonged too a loud splintering sound met
my ears and Orihime screamed.

�� I rolled her off onto
the bed and jerked the covers over her as running footsteps followed the crash
of the door and a familiar voice shouted, �Inoue?!�

�� Grabbing for my pants
I was half in them when the door slammed open and Renji
had Zabimaru at my throat.� �What the hell Renji?�

�� Don�t fucking talk to
me mother fucker--�

�� Renji!�� Rukia�s voice
called exasperated but as she came into sight she had her zanpakuto
unsheathed and unsealed in her hand.� �I
knew I should have made you stay at the shouten!� Lower your sword!�

�� Rukia
he--�

�� Abarai-kun
please keep your vibrant head about you,� A familiar sing-song voice
called.� �I�m sure Orihime-chan
would appreciate keeping all of her doors intact as would Kurosaki-kun and his
equally vibrant head.�

�� Urahara
appeared behind Rukia, his cane resting on his
shoulder blue eyes peering across at me from under his striped hat.� Did everyone have to see me naked?

�� Rukia
shoved Renji and he jerked Zabimaru
back least he slice my throat open.�
�Inoue are you okay?�� She moved
past me as if I weren�t there and I really wished I wasn�t.

�� Is it you Ichigo?�� Renji narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously Zabimaru still held pointed in my direction.

�� Yes!�

�� Kurosaki-kun if you
would be so kind as to leave your body,� Urahara
requested his words accompanied, as I was accustomed, with the snap of his fan
as he put the barricade of it up over his features.� �If you need help�� He
swung Benihime as if she were just a cane with
the uncanny ability to separate soul self from physical shell�heh�guess it does that outside the cane wrappings in a way.

�� No, can I put some
fucking pants on?�� I asked using the
irritation to cloud the humiliation of the moment.

�� Of course.�

�� The second I had
gotten my fly fastened Urahara�s hand thrust forward
lazily and caught me on the forehead with the tip of his cane.� As the flaming skull struck it sunk in
catching my soul and making me stumble back a few steps.

�� Everyone was silent
and still the few seconds it took my body to fall to the ground with a thud
that had me wincing, glad my hard-on had eased or that face-forward fall might
have maimed me.

�� You�re fine.�

�� I grumbled to myself
as I tried to hide my mounting fear.� Any
of the other time I�d battled back the mask my hollow retreated into whatever
hole�skyscraper I guess�he came from.

�� My guess was he needed
to recoup.� Maybe recharge?

�� This knowledge didn�t
keep me from expecting him to come crashing back as soon as I spent anytime in shinigami form, so Urahara�s
actions only helped my hollow.� I met Urahara�s eyes from between his fan and hat brim and
suddenly I was itching to ask him if he knew Shinji.

�� Urahara-san
are you sure--�

�� Kurosaki-kun do you
need our help?�

�� I��
I hesitated and turned to meet Rukia�s violet
eyes, sensing that she was staring at me from her spot beside a
blanket-swaddled Orihime.� �Don�t worry I�m perfectly fine now,� I lied
and tried not to grimace outwardly.

�� Gomennasai!�� Urahara snapped his
fan closed again and bowed as he apologized then he twirled on his geta as agile as a fucking ballerina.� �Abarai-kun?� Rukia-sama?�

�� B-but--� Rukia sputtered and looked to Orihime
for help.

�� It�s okay Kuchiki-san,� Orihime was
blushing and trying to bury her face in the blankets.� �Really!�

�� Rukia
stood and kept my gaze until she passed me then she stared a moment.� Hopefully my brown human eyes comforted
her�made her believe my lies.

�� Shit before tonight
I�d foolishly believed my lies.� The lies
I told all my shinigami friends, school
friends and Shinji�

�� The vizards masked face filled my view but I knew I couldn�t
leave Orihime now.�
By the look on her face I knew Rukia had
whispered an explanation while I was getting inspected by Urahara,
whatever it was that they�d decided was wrong with me.

�� It seemed
hat-and-clogs knew what to look for.� I resisted
peering out the door over Renji to see his green and
white hat.� He knew to look for a hollow
mask on my shinigami form�I can�t forget to
ask Shinji about him.

�� All right, let�s go Renji,� Rukia turned to her
childhood friend.� �Ichigo
is okay,� Their eyes met and he was still very angry.� �Don�t avenge me to make it right, it won�t.�

�� Renji
wanted to object but Rukia put a pushing hand on the
small of his back.� �Rukia--�

�� He wants to stay with
Inoue,� Rukia whispered and I wasn�t sure the girl in
the bed could hear it�or the bitterness in those words.� I watched her go; having a much commoner
battle of wills with myself�still no hollow�wanting to let Rukia
know my plight.� I love you too Rukia�I gritted my teeth.

�� Renji
let himself be pushed as I caught the sleeve of Rukia�s
shihakushō.� �Rukia?�

�� Ichigo?�� She didn�t turn to look at me and I let go of
her sleeve.

�� Some of it was true,
still�I-I can�t really be with anyone right now...but,� I closed my eyes as she finally looked at
memy words sounding so feeble to my ears.� �Rukia,
Inoue needs--�

�� Don�t be a baka
Ichigo,� Rukia�s face was
solemn, I�d seen it like this a few times.�
Mostly it was when she fought someone and got wordy, a trait I think she
learned from Byakuya, must be a nobility thing.

�� I called it the
�Good-Bye Face� because it was reserved for when she meant business and a foe
was close to saying good-bye to life.�
Also, she had worn it the night Byakuya and Renji took her back to Soul Society to be executed.

�� I�m almost a hundred Ichigo with the emotional maturity and experience to go
with it.� If Inoue could boast that much
you�d have a cat fight on your hands right now baka,� Rukia whispered since Renji was
waiting across the living room at the front door.� �I�understand.� She needs you.� Be happy, Kurosaki.�

�� I gave a single soft
nod as she moved to Renji and they locked the door
behind them and the obviousness of their spiritual pressure faded.� I turned and Orihime
was still swathed in her blankets standing behind me.

�� Kurosaki-kun?�� Orihime whispered
her voice trembling and almost too quiet for me.� Sharper ears in shinigami
form.

�� Could I get back in
my body?�� I asked.

�� Of course,� Orihime nodded vigorously.

�� I quickly climbed in,
feeling safer in my skin.� With the
hollow weakened even a little I�ve been given just a short extension, enough
time to show Orihime how sorry I am before I have to
hunt down Shinji.

�� He had said vizards, like there were a lot more of them than just he
and I.� I bit my lip in worry before
turning back to the beautiful girl.�
Maybe I shouldn�t go alone?

�� I love you,� I
blurted out and frowned, not my usual scowl.�
I realized I had to go alone, the fucking hollow made it too crowded and
too dangerous for my Hime.

�� That was you?�

�� No,� I looked down as
her eyes lit up with that sure optimism she always had in overabundance.� �But it was in my mind to read easily,� I
admitted.� �I felt it�still feel it, Orihime.�

�� I�ve loved you a long
time Kurosaki-kun--�

�� Ichigo?�� I suggested.

�� Orihime
nodded in agreement, �Ichigo-kun?�

�� Ichigo,�
I corrected again and she blushed and nodded.�
�I�m so sorry this happened.�

�� What?�� She surprised me by having tears in her eyes
when I was finally able to meet them.�
�Why would you regret��

�� I don�t mean�� I floundered as my inexperience and total ineptitude with
girls made me let slip, �T-the sex�shit!��
I grimaced and turned away to hide a blush.

�� A soft giggle and I
jumped slightly as warm arms curled around my waist blankets and the hint of
her shape pressed against my back.� �I
thought you regretted being with me.�

�� Never!�� I turned in her arms and she looked up at me
with a small smile.� �I wish it had been
me.�

�� Are-are you
leaving?�� She murmured.

�� I nearly bit my
tongue; I was brave enough to put my arms around her, blankets and all, after
all I�d held her before, carried her places while I flash stepped.� �You don�t want me to leave?� I thought after what I�d done you�d never
want to speak to me again Orihime.� You should!�

�� But�� Orihime objected softly as she
lowered her eyes to stare at my chest.� �I
love you, and you were there weren�t you?�

�� I was.� I was trying to get free�� I
started and she struck me mute with a soft finger across my lips.

�� I�m tired of not
telling you how I feel inside.� I�ve
loved you for so long�� Orihime�s eyes were luminous with tears and I had no idea
how to stop them.� �I want to make you
happy�Like�Rukia,� Her nose crinkled and the tears
tumbled over her lashes and down her cheeks to catch on my thumb as I cupped
her face for that purpose.� �When she
came back from Soul Society that was the first time I�ve seen you smile in a
long time.�

�� Don�t cry Orihime--�

�� But I was so jealous,� She whispered and instead of
either sadness or remembered jealousy it was anger glaring in her beautiful
eyes.� �I couldn�t make you happy.� I thought of so many things�� She lowered her eyes staring at my bare chest and I felt
as if her gaze was burning my skin.� �But
I was scared.� I�m so tired of that,� Orihime closed her eyes and leaned forward to rest her head
on my chest her arms squeezing tighter around me.

�� Her voice was muffled
but as she spoke her warm breath flowered out across my chest, �All she did
was�be there��

�� I�m sorry, I�ve been
having problems,� I tried to take a deep breath but my body shivered as I
exhaled.� �See what happened tonight?�

�� I�d be moody too,�
She teased.� �You weren�t there with us
in class everyday, your face was so dark, it wasn�t even close to the usual bad
boy look you try to hide behind,� Orihime lifted her
head again and I was surprised when she tilted her head back and rose on tiptoe
until out lips met.

�� Orihime?�� I groaned as I pulled my head back, tall
enough to keep our lips inches apart.

�� Eyes roving over my
face as if committing it to memory Orihime�s
expression brightened significantly as her grey eyes fastened on my lips.� �You�re still going through it, yet��

�� Yet?�

�� You�re smiling,� She
whispered and had enough tiptoe left to catch my mouth again.� I didn�t resist this time; let our tongues
play together between our lips my fingers sinking into her soft hair.� It was much different to kiss her while I had
control and was alone in my skin, she tasted so good.� �Don�t leave.�

�� I had to focus to stop
trying to devour her from the lips down as her words had meaning I knew I�d
better pay attention to.� �If I�m not
there for otousan�s
morning wake up ass kicking he�ll freak out.�
I�ll never get to stop him from talking to that damn poster�Shit, Rukia�� Where the
hell could I go, Rukia would be at the clinic?

�� She�s
going to stay at Urahara-san�s with Abarai-san,� She blushed and tightened her lips into a
line, as if that had been a little too much information divulged.

�� I told
myself I didn�t deserve to feel jealous.�
Not only did I have the most spectacular girl in my arms, I knew I
couldn�t be with her right now.� I
couldn�t be with anyone right now.� Even
if Rukia was staying at the Urahara�s
shouten I
shouldn�t go home.� I couldn�t imagine
what that bastard might do to my family, Karin, Yuzu.� I shivered but hid it easily by stepping away
from Orihime.

�� I�d have to
find Shinji tonight.

�� I have to
go.�

�� Why?�

�� It�s not
your fault,� I said immediately.� �I�m�I
lied.�

�� About the
hollow?�

�� I nodded
and saw the widening of her eyes, �I told Urahara I
was fine.� Truthfully Orihime,
I�m fine now but I don�t know how long it might last, and I have to search Karakura
Town for the person that
has the power to help me.�

�� Who?�

�� I shook my
head, who knew how Shinji would react, he was a freaking weirdo.� I guess I really have no room to talk, look what
I�ve been doing tonight to the women I care about.� �I have to go; I don�t know how much time I
have.�

�� Will you�� She stared down, her eyes somewhere above my belly button,
and I flexed self-consciously.� Way
braver than me, she was able to meet my eyes as she asked, �Will you stay with
me until I fall back to sleep?�

�� Of
course,� I leaned down to grab my shirt off the lamp it had landed on after
being carelessly tossed away by my hollow.�
I felt Orihime take my hand and pull me away
from the article of clothing and back to her small bed.� �My shirt--�

�� When you
leave�� Orihime
said with a soft shake of her head releasing her tense grip on the blankets as
she crawled into the bed.� She let go so
she could arrange the blankets back on the bed managing not to let even a brief
flash of naked skin show as she fumbled around.�
�Come hold me?�

�� I always
thought a shunpo was impossible while
inside my body, but that was the only way I could explain how I got in Orihime�s bed so fast.�
A giggle floated over her shoulder as she presented her back to me, her
hand reaching to grab mine to guide it around her.� She pulled until my front was pressed to her
back, out bodies fitting together, making me thankful I�d put my pants back on.

�� The warmth
of her breasts pressed down against my forearm and I remembered�oddly like a
third person�the feel of them in my hands, my mouth.� I gave a small cough to clear my throat and
tried to relax my body and spiritual pressure so she could sleep.� I was lousy at hiding it but I had enough
control over it to keep it calm, it could be abrasive otherwise and not the
best sleeping situation.� It could be
bad, Rukia had complained about the depressing dreams
I�d been making her have since she returned from Soul Society.

�� The fact
that the girl I�d loved for most of my adolescent life was naked, in bed, and
already in my arms seemed to be the only thing I could fit in my head.� To tell you the truth I think the head I was
presently thinking with couldn�t hold much more than that on a good day.� Today was a bad day.� Go to
sleep so I can get out of here, I thought desperately.� Who thought I�d want to leave Orihime naked in a bed to find that freak Shinji.

�� Must be the
tongue ring�
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