Reflection

Warning: Extremely long chapter and some Orihime OCCness because she gets increadibly pissed and a bit sexually aggressive.

"Did it work?" Yoruichi asked once the gigai had finished forming into an almost exact duplicate of Ichigo.

"I don't know... I'll have to check and see," cautious of the unconscious form of a slightly altered Ichigo duplicate, Kisuke approached the steadily breathing body. It could be hours before the Hollow showed any sign of life and his host was also physically exhausted from the amount of reiatsu he must have lost during the experiment. Anyone would have been tired to the core at tearing a part of their souls out.

"They look almost alike... If it weren't for the hair and skin, they could have been twins," Yoruichi breathed, her voice somewhere behind him.

"Yeah, but they are completely different beings."

It was the first time he had seen a Hollow inhabiting a gigai and to be honest, the resemblence between Hollow and host was uncanny. What he was seeing before him was something the Soul Society would happily have his head for.

A powerful humanlike Hollow. Anyone that crossed paths with Ichigo's inner dark self would be easily fooled. The gigai he had chosen to give him didn't allow any reiatsu to leak out and kept his appearance as human as possible. He had yet to know if he kept all of his destructive power and if his mannerisms were more subtle in a physical body.

We'll have to wait til he wakes up to know more. No one needed to point out to him that they had their work cut out for them. The only things that the Hollow knew of the outside world were Inoue and what he was able to see through Ichigo's eyes. What was going to follow their experiment would be a difficult transitional period and judging from how difficult the Hollow already was, they were going to have a lot of hard times ahead in trying to help him adapt.

Then there's the issue with Ichigo's family and his school. People will wonder about their looks... I'll have to talk about this with Isshin.

The Hollow's hair wasn't strawberry blonde like that of his host's. It was lighter, leaning more towards platinum than a warm orange. His skin was also paler in comparison while his facial features, though relaxed in a comatose slumber, were sharper and almost intimidating to look at. His inherent meaness and strength were noticeble on his face alone.

Due to his pre-birth nudity, the Hollow's strongly built yet lean body were out on display; his muscles more defined than that of Ichigo. He appeared to be carved of stone and this hard appearance was enhanced by his pale skin.

"He looks almost like..."

"An albino," Kisuke finished Yoruichi's verbal thought. He was certain that the Hollow was originally whiter and more pale haired than that, but in a gigai he had become more normal in looks which made his job easier at least in some level.

That's a good excuse to explain why he's so white.

Curious about his eyes, Kisuke moved away from the stretcher holding the weakened Hollow to search for a light somewhere else in the room. Finding a small pen flashlight in a drawer close by, he neared the Hollow once more and leaned over him to tentatively lift one of his lids with the small beam of light trained on his eyes that were currently rolled to the back of his head.

Just do this..., blindly reaching for one of the Hollow's limp hands, he pressed a certain point in the inside of the palm to have the eyes move instantly to the light.

There we go!, unusually bright irises dilated at the pupils under the brilliance.

"These eyes of his could be a problem though," he muttered, not really as uncomfortable as he should have been. They were a glowing liquid gold that had a yellowish quality. No normal person had such animalistic eyes.

One last thing.

Lifting one of his arms to flip a switch on one of the monitors close to the body, he smiled when he heard a steady sound and saw a stable number appear on the screen in large purple letters amongst the black.

"What is that sound?" this particular beeping was different than the reiatsu measuring monitors from earlier. Those had been like hyper alarms that had become deafening during the time Ichigo had battled the Hollow. This time the sound was almost a soothing hum.

"His heartbeat."

The Hollow actually had a heart.

***

His mouth had a foul taste. Like a cat had pissed in it, not that he knew what cat piss tasted like but if he did, he was certain that it would taste just as nasty. Even his throat felt like its inside had been scraped raw with sandpaper and his tounge was numbed and rubbery.

Fucking King really fucked me up this time.

Opening his gritty eyes the first thing he saw was darkness. Wooden rafters, like that of a ceiling met his bloodshot eyes and he had to blink a couple of times to let some moisture soothe his tortured eyes.

What the fuck...?

He heard something that sounded like labored breathing not far away from him and the rustle of sheets and a weary sigh.

It took some effort to be able to move his head to the side towards the sound and all he could see was a long form laying on its side. The minimal moonlight entering the small room showed that the other person laying on a futton had spiky bright orange hair.

"Yo, King! Getcha ass the hell up!" even talking made his throat contract painfully and the voice that came out was too similar to that of the blasted useless Ichigo.

All Ichigo did was continue to sleep heavily, ignoring his annoyed bark.

"Did you fuckin' hear me?! Get up and tell me what the hell did you just do!" anxiety was begining to crawl into his chest and he could hear an unfamiliar thumping. At first he thought that the unusual pounding was in his ears, but then he realized that his chest felt odd. As if something inside of it were moving at a fast even tempo that only grew louder as panic increased.

The fuck is that noise?!, confused by the irritating racket, he forced himself to sit up, his body heavier and almost uncooperative to the quick movement. He could feel everything. The cold in the dark room, the soft cotton pants someone had put on him while he had been lost in comfortable darkness and the sheets that covered the lower half of his body.

Things he hadn't noticed before or taken into account. Usually when he was outside in King's body, he didn't care about such things, only paying attention to how his hime felt, not to the ambience or clothing. Why was he even feeling this shit?!

His chest was begining to hurt and his skin was starting to erupt in small little bumps brought on by the early morning chill. He had felt cold before, but his body had never reacted to it like it was at that moment.

Something had changed. He had half expected to stay in the darkness only to wake up back in the sideways lifeless world his King had created. This time it was different. His body wasn't as vaporously light as it usually was, his insides were suffering new sensations like that heavy muscle pounding in his chest and the cold rash-like reaction his arms and torso were suffering and his fucking eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the darkness... Not something he had trouble with before.

"I'll be watching you once you're out there, so you better take good care of her or I will trully kill you even if I have to die along with you!"

"You've gotta be fuckin' shittin' me!" he scoffed at the idea that his selfish King had sacrificed his chance with 'hime'. For the last couple of weeks the bastard had been yelling at him mentally, calling him sick and a rapacious monster for 'forcing' himself on her and making her stop loving him... He doubted that Ichigo would just give up like a pussy. The only way he would have resigned in his persuit of Orihime would be if he saw that he had no other choice but to step aside.

Then how the hell am I here?!

The insides of the buildings in Ichigo's world were hollow and a bleak deathly white. No color touched those pale depressing walls and there was no moon that shone through glass windows or warm sheets to ward of the cold. No stars peeking through and blinking at him through gleaming glass to even speak of.

"KING! WAKE THE FUCK UP!" he shouted now, hating how the other inhabitant of the room wasn't giving him any answers. He felt panic closing in and the sensation made him feel weak and how he despised the feeling of weakness. It made him helpless and his ever present companion called loneliness strengthen and tighten his windpipe making it hard for him to breathe.

Still no answer.

I'll just have to smash his stupid ass head in!

Disgruntled over everything in general, he made the mistake of rising too quickly from the bedding on the floor. The moment he was standing on his feet, gravity almost had him plummet back to the ground since his legs for some reason were stiff, as if unaccostumed to sudden movements. Prickling sensations had his muscles twitch uncontrollably. Hell, even his feet hurt at having all of his weight pressing on them.

"Shit!" hissing in pain and frustration at not knowing what was wrong with him, his initial plan was to stomp over to the limp King and kicking him on the ribs with his agonized bare foot, but something from the corner of his eye caught his attention.

"What da'...?" transfixed by the image of someone pale and angry glaring back at him, he walked jerkily over to the mirror nailed to the wall next to the window.

That's me...

He knew what he naturally looked like. For years he had seen his faded pallid image reflected on the glass in Ichigo's mind, but he knew that the slightly different face staring back at him in childlike amazement was still him. It was him. A more 'normal' version of him that had more color and life.

The blackness that normally filled his eyes was absent leaving only a molten slightly glowing yellow gold that appeared to swirl unnaturally among a whiteness with microscopic veins. His eyes. Their feral light remained except now they weren't as hate-filled and their beastly sharpness was tamed down to an intense deph. His face was almost still the same, keeping it's overly expressive lines, unlike Ichigo's face that was more placid and softer featured. His hair was no longer a dull white. Now it was a bit darker, though still increadibly pale compared to a human's.

This is..., he put a hand over his bare chest covered in goose-bumps, an even beating hitting gently against his palm, my body.

"I can't believe it!" unable to come up with any intelligent words, he shot a wide eyed glance at the sleeping Ichigo. "King, you lil' shit! You gave me a body!"

No response came from him, which didn't really matter to him at present. So much was the shock of what he was experiencing. Inhabiting Ichigo's body had never felt thus. When inside that body, he felt no different from when inside the world that had seen him born. Now, he felt things with more intensity. Everything had more sensation. Even the fucking cold, the floor underneath his feet and the warm soft touch of his hand on his chest were registered in his mind. Who would have thought that he would actually enjoy the discomfort of being within a new body? Perhaps he liked it so damned much because it belonged to him and it wasn't going to be taken away from him.

No, he was going to keep this and no one was going to take away this chance because that was what he saw it as.

A chance that someone like him had been given. He knew that as an inner Hollow, he was never supposed to be completely free of his King, but now... He could move and not be in constant fear of losing sight of the mundane things in front of his borrowed eyesight or of being yanked away when things were going as he planned them.

"Lil' hime," at remembering the true reason why his King had made such a desicion, a malicious little smirk lifted the corner of his thin long lips.

***

BANG

Kisuke groaned and rolled in his bedding, hoping that the thunderous noise coming from further down the hall wouldn't repeat itself.

BANG! CRASH! This time the sounds made the walls of his bedroom shake.

"Alright...! Now I'm up!" he rasped grogily to no one in particular as he shot up on his sheets.

"Kisuke! That came from the room you left Ichigo and his Hollow in!" Yoruichi's masculine cat voice shouted from outside his closed sliding door.

If he had been having trouble due to sleep depravation upon being awakened at a quarter to five in the morning, all problems on getting his body moving disappeared at those words.

He's not supposed to be able to move yet! And why couldn't he have woken up at seven or eight o'clock in the morning?!

Close to a nervous breakdown, he kicked off his sheets and ignored the cold at the loss of warmth. Once he was standing up, he looked frantically around his darkened room.

"You'd better not be looking for your hat, Kisuke!"

Right! Right! Silly me!

Mentally kicking himself for thinking of such things when things were out of control, he rushed to the sliding door and jerked it open, nearly mowing a tiny Yoruichi in the process of abandoning his room.

I just knew it wasn't going to be easy! Why am I so surprised?!

Finally reaching the door the loud crash had come from moments earlier, he was somewhat discomforted by the eerie silence of the room beyond.

"Don't tell me he got out," Yoruichi muttered behind him.

Nervous about what he would find after opening the door, he closed his eyes tightly and slid the door open harshly only to hear wind howling accompanied by an uncomfortable chill. Snapping his eyes open to take in the damage, he didn't know whether to laugh or howl in dismay at the Hollow's handiwork.

"Now who's going to pay for that?!" he signalled desperately at the shattered wall that no longer even had a window frame. Tiny sharp pieces of glass littered the floor like mishapen diamonds and he could see that not only was the Hollow conspicuously absent, but his host Ichigo hadn't stirred at all during his riotous escape.

"At least we know that he can't use a cero in that body," was his feline companion's dry remark as he craddled his hat-less head, his wide unblinking eyes taking in the huge missing space of the small spare bedroom.

***

"Are you sure you want to stay by yourself, Orihime-chan?" Tatsuki asked for what seemed to be the hundreth time since they had reached her apartment.

Giggling at how her friend eyed her strangely as if she were out of her mind for wanting to stay alone after so many emotional ups and downs, she nodded, "Yes, I'm sure! I've always been by myself! Today is no different!"

Obviously not believing in her cheer, Tatsuki said slowly, "Maybe I should stay for the night..."

Shaking her head without replying to that comment, Orihime walked over to her kitchen. She could understand her friend's concern. The entire night before she had tried to smother her crying with her borrowed sheets, but somehow Tatsuki had caught on that she was suffering in spite of how she had made up her mind that she was stronger and more independent now. Just because she was stronger, didn't mean that giving up didn't tear her apart. Deep down she knew that some things weren't going to be easy to forget and the Hollow and all of the problems and revelations he had brought on his wake were some of the things that will be forever etched in her memories.

I already stayed last night at her house. I don't want to inconvenience Tatsuki-chan and her family...

"Are you sure... you're okay?"

Yelping in surprise, she spun around to see that Tatsuki had quietly followed her to the kitchen and was standing in the doorway watching her solemnly.

"Of course I'm okay! It's not like I'm going to slit my wrists or something!" like always she said the first thing that came to mind. She really had to watch that.

Mostly because Tatsuki's worried expression changed to one of rage.

"Don't ever say something like that ever again, Orihime! Not even joking!"

Flinching at her friend's angry outburst, Orihime blushed and nodded meekly, clasping her hands tightly together in front of her. Whenever nervous she always did that with her hands; otherwise she would be fidgeting and swinging them around in recklessly.

"Sorry, Tatsuki-chan, but it's like you're walking on eggshells around me and I... I," the heat on her face intesified, "I don't really like it when everyone acts like that around me. I'm not as fragile as I look."

There! I've said it!, she closed her eyes in a wince, waiting for the other girl to say something that showed an aversion towards her small request.

Tatsuki's response was a soft laugh that had her opening one of her eyes to look at her expectantly.

"Fine. I'll keep that in mind."

Orihime let a faint smile grace her lips. She was still sad, but that couldn't be helped. It would probably be a long time or an eternity before she could be truly cheerful and be able to give an honest heartfelt smile.

But I have to start working on that now and that is by trying to forget...

Ignoring that two of the people she had considered to be her dear friends clearly hated her guts was a lot easier than she thought... As long as Ichigo's and Rukia's names weren't mentioned and Tatsuki was doing a fine job at talking about anything but those two specific people. About an hour had passed and she became aware that her friend was stubbornly procrastinating leaving her alone. Eventually through some laughter, Orihime convinced her to leave since she knew that her friend had some weekend dojo practice. She even had to resort to leading her to the front door like a child with some stern words about her not being punctual to her practice and for worrying more than necessary.

For a moment, after she had reluctantly left, Orihime almost regretted letting her go. The dismal air of loneliness in the apartment was literally suffocating her. The usual sounds from the nearby apartments went unheard since the building she resided in nearly had all of its residents either at work or doing errands. No sounds of children or loud tvs. Just an infuriating silence.

Enough!

Not willing to be driven insane by the lack of lively noise, she stomped over to her tv in the living room, turned it on, and raised the volume up to the maximum until even her ears hurt from the shouting voices of actors of some soap opera she had never been interested in watching.

That's much better!

Feeling rather proud of herself, she walked with her head held high over to her small bathroom beyond the kitchen. When over at Tatsuki's she had been so grief stricken that she had barely moved from her bedding, meaning that she was in desperate need of a shower.

I still have to buy groceries. Forcing those kind of thoughts was starting to help as she undressed and entered the shower that was already spraying some warm water.

Stop it! Just stop it! She refused to live in denial again, but at the same time she didn't want to cry every five minutes of every day for the rest of her life. At the rate she was going, she would dehydrate or have her face become permanently red, or worse yet, her eyes could shrink and become hollow. She had heard once that crying too much could make someone blind or at least that was what Asano-kun had told her when she overheard a conversation that finished as 'if you do it too much you'll go blind'. She didn't know why, but she was sure that he had been lying to her when he said that it was 'from crying too much'. He had been rather jumpy and giggly in explaining it to her the moment she had asked.

I'm rambling again!

"That damned friend of yours sure took her sweet time in gettin' the fuck outta here."

Her stomach twisted while her heart lurched painfully within her chest. So afraid was she of the deep male voice, that she froze under the warm water raining down on her unable to run or scream. Even if she tried to cry for help, she was certain that the sound would be hoarse and practically inaudible to any one close to her building.

Frightened over not recognizing the voice, all she managed to do was press her naked back against the tiled wall that was wet with condesation.

Someone has broken in! During all of the years of her living alone she would have never seen herself in such a precarious situation.

The naked teen girl in the shower with a mass murderer waiting for her just outside of the shower curtain. She had heard something similar in a urban legend or was it a movie? She didn't know. Her fear was keeping her from thinking straight.

He might have a broad-bladed kitchen knife in his hand poised to stab her like in that movie Psycho.

"Who-who's there?" she stammered out timidly, crossing an arm over her chest in a lame attempt to cover her bare breasts while her other hand covered the private area between her legs.

Hearing some dark chuckling that struck a cord in within her at how familiar it was, she shrieked and recoiled in fright when the curtain was abruptly yanked open, letting in some cold air from the bathroom touch her flushed skin.

It was the last person she would have expected to see.

Hollow-san?

"Miss me, lil' hime?"

No, it couldn't be him! The pale widely grinning face couldn't belong to him. Her Hollow-saw didn't look like that!

Unsure of what she was seeing, she shut her eyes tightly and then snapped them open to see if her eyes were deceiving her. The young man quietly leering at her looked almost like him. Her breathing quickened as her eyes met his.

A feverish yellow gold. Those eyes had been haunting her dreams ever since they had last parted. Even though they weren't a in a sea of fathomless inky blackness, the irises were the same as were his pearly white teeth with slightly longer fangs.

"Hollow-san?" her voice came out small and uncertain.

"Did you expect someone else, lil' hime? That makes me kinda' jealous," his sarcastic eyes narrowed teasingly.

This is a cruel joke! He can't be here! How could Kurosaki-kun resort to torturing me this way to take advantage of me?! I won't put up with it!

What had seemed to be her dream come true was more like a nightmare. A sick twisted game someone had cooked up to ridicule her. Hollow-san couldn't be there, looking perfectly human and so... present and as real as he was standing before her.

"HOW COULD YOU, ICHIGO?!" she screamed and not wanting to stay in control, she leapt blindly at the now very surprised human Hollow-san.

Her naked wet body hit him with such force that they both fell heavily on the ground, she sprawled on top of him wiggling wildly, wishing that she could hurt him as much as he was hurting her.

Hollow-san isn't here! This isn't him! It can't be him!

Furious tears streamed endlessly from her eyes as she began to harshly slap the bare hard chest underneath her, her body shaking in full-bodied sobs.

"Ho-how dare you make fun of me this way?! I can't believe I thought I lov-," her voice choked up as the male body she struck repeatedly stayed perfectly still accepting her rage, "loved someone as mean as you! How could you pretend to be HIM?! I WAS TRYING TO FORGET HIM BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T LET US BE TOGETHER!"

She didn't recognize herself in the angry shouts or in her actions.

"I hate you Ichigo! I hate you! I hate you...!" her yelling gave out and her badly aimed blows slowed. Her tears were truly blinding her and she couldn't see the very serious pale face gazing back up at her.

"You don't really recognize me, do you?" his voice, so different yet so similar to Hollow-san's asked without any malice or anger about her rabid attack.

"Please... Just stop acting like him...," she couldn't take it anymore. She had really tried. She had made up her mind and now this had to happen!

A snort came from him, before he muttered under his breath, "What the hell did that asshole do to make you so jumpy anyway?"

"Don't...," she shuddered as some tears stung behind her lowered eyelids. In the past she had cried over Ichigo, but now she only had tears for the darkness he selfishly kept from her. He had never wanted that evil side of himself. He had rejected and hated it, felt ashamed of having it connected to his soul. Now he was pretending to be that darkness to get back at her.

"Maybe I just need to refresh your memory. All your crying is really starting to make me feel like shit."

Huh?, her eyes shot wide open in fearful anticipation.

He didn't give her time to respond or scramble off him. Wrapping a long strong arm around her waist, he flipped her over so that she was flat on her back and underneath his muscled long frame, his narrow hips easily going between her spread thighs. His body felt unusually hot, but it was slightly more supple than Hollow-san's yet harder than a normal human's.

"Get off!" she spat, raising one of her hands to yank at his spiky silvery locks. He didn't bother to remove the painfully twisting hand and actually seemed to find it amusing.

A long string of snickering burst out from his lips and she hated the fact that it was too much like his own trademark laughter. Both of his large hands grabbed her face to force her to really look at him, his thumbs rubbing away the itchy hot streaks of tears escaping the corners of her large alarmed eyes.

"Ah, lil' hime.Now I know that you missed me," his smile was so wide, she was surprised his face didn't crack. He looked genuinely happy about her violent reaction.

Breathing heavily through her nose, she didn't say anything to him. Only studied the features of his angular white face. Just seeing how much they looked alike made her angry all over again.

"You can't-!" her new bout of denial was silenced when his grinning lips smashed over hers. His teeth knocked against hers own making her yelp at the harshness but instead of pulling away, he opened his mouth slightly to flick his tounge sharply at her.

He feels so...

Logic stated that the male body pinning her to the floor couldn't be his, but she wanted it to be true. Her body had been thirsting for all that was him. His touch, his voice. Everything that had instilled fear within her every time they had come together was something that she yearned with a suffocating desperation. Was it normal for her to desire and enjoy those things so immensely? How come whenever he entered her body in a furious anxious pace, she felt as if she were becoming one with that frightening yet protective darkness, as if the gaping emptiness in her heart were being filled? Would she ever understand their intense connection and how they perfectly molded against each other like they had been meant to unite?

Wanting to believe that he was indeed there thrusting his tounge into her mouth to taunt and coax her into reciprocating, she wrapped her legs around his clothed hips, her fist on his hair softening its grip.

Just for a little while. Just the two of us.

She gasped when he surprised her by knicking her lower lip hard enough to draw a droplet of blood. The pain almost jolted her out of her fantasy of having him with her, but then something told her that it was something only Hollow-san would do.

Yes, he was never gentle. The times he had taken her, he always did it with such anger and hints of anxiety due to how limited his time in Ichigo's body was.

Needing to have his length inside her after so long, she pressed her naked breasts against his chest, purposely rubbing her puckered tips over his skin. She felt his lips smiling over hers knowingly. It wasn't taking her long to start feeling a painful clenching in her insides accompanied by a familiar wet heat between her legs.

All because she was only thinking of him. Only he could make give her that agonizing bittersweet ache that made her thighs tremble and the internal walls of her sex flex in anticipation. Clearly sensing that her body was melting under his, one of his hands found its way between their bodies to touch that place that desired to be impaled violently.

Uncaring of all the noise she was making, she cried out when his fingers gently brushed her senstive wet folds. Such a soft caress that it went almost unfelt since he was surely toying her.

Pulling her lips away from his, she begged in a breathless whisper, "Please, Hollow-san... don't tease..."

"I kinda wanted to take things slow with you, but if you insist... We have plenty of time," male arrogance colored his whisper and she almost smiled. He never had any doubts about his effect on her.

A long digit prodded her entrance and she shivered when he pushed his finger inside to test her readiness.

"Still so wet," he sneered in satisfaction, his demon eyes flashing.

Redness stained her cheeks but she wasn't going to be ashamed. Never with him. There was no need to hide her body or her expressions of pleasure because those things that would have usually embarrass her drove him to the edge.

No more.

This was for her, at least in her mind since she still found it hard to believe that it was him thrusting his finger all the way to the knuckle inside her thirsting sex. Lusting for something thicker and much longer, she jerked her hips harshly up to his hand, a strangled demanding sound leaving her throat, making her legs pull him closer. He was cruel enough to not fully press his hips down, keeping her away from the jutting erection she was certain he had.

The finger within her curved, pressing against the roof of her sex in such a manner that she felt her sight disappear as her walls clamped down and quivered around him close to orgasm. Her lips parted in shock and dismay because she didn't want to reach her peak without him connected to her. It wouldn't be as profound and meaningful as it always was. He had to be inside of her.

"Enough!" she breathed, pulling his playful hand away from her weeping sex.

"Now, lil' hime-" his voice was amused but whatever he was going to say was cut short when she pushed surprisingly hard at his chest so she could have better access to the elastic waistband of his pants. Hooking her fingers over the cloth keeping him from entering her, her nails scraped his hard stomach as she suddenly yanked the pants down to his mid-thighs, freeing his massive organ.

"I want you now!" her voice was foreign to her since her reasoning had vanished. She wanted him so much her chest had begun to hurt at the lack of him.

Her hand firmly grasped his engorged pale flesh and she pushed and angled her hips so that her moist pubic hair brushed his tip. She was going to push him into herself this time and if he wanted to stop, she would never forgive him. Not when she was this close.

Already aware that she was intending on iniciating, he didn't help her in positioning his cocktip at her entrance. He groaned as she spread her legs further so her folds would flower open to accept him. Moving her hand so that her slim fingers were close to the rounded head of his length, she raised her hips while holding him still.

Her insides wept scorching tears as she impaled herself. Removing her hand once his tip was surrounded by her, she gave one final upward jerk until her pubic hair was crushed against his, signifying that he was all the way inside. He was so hard and long that she could feel him fully, like he was touching her soul. As different as he was in looks, his hardness still felt the same. Like solid silken stone that deliciously burned on contact.

Sensing that he was going to let her start the pace, she swung her hips side to side while flexing her muscles still having him firmly lodged within. Hearing his rasp in encouragement, she pulled her hips back until her rear bumped on the tiled flooring before pushing back up again so sharply that she thought her insides would split at the sudden thrust.

Placing a hand on his hard bare hip, she moved him forward to meet her and soon, he began to press harder on her, making his sex jab sweetly at her womb. Her breathing hitched as their lower bodies bumped roughly, the spicy scent of sex lifting in the once cold air.

The water once mysting over her skin was now mixing with her and his sweat that dripped over her as both of their bodies met and retreated wildly. Her lower back began to hurt due to the hard floor, but she didn't care. She was enjoying the vicious mutual pounding and harsh pants echoing throughout the small bathroom. Her wetness and inner pulsing was increasing, nearing her shattering peak, but just as she was about to scream in her release, he pulled her along with him so that she was sitting on his lap, her full breasts flattened againsts his hard one.

"Keep going!" he ordered her and she obliged, pressing the balls of her feet on the floor while his hands cupped her rear to keep up her frantic pace. Her calfs were aching since her feet were what was helping her ride his twitching length yet she still continued, her cries raising in unison with his.

Their chests rubbed together wetly and in a moment of wildness at the frightening consuming pleasure, she cupped his face between her trembling hands and gave him an open mouthed kiss. Her tounge licked at his parted lips until he kissed her back, his beastly grunts entering her mouth as her body shuddered.

The orgasm was so intense that she wondered why she hadn't passed out at the strength of it. In spite of reaching that near painful release, her hips kept moving as if they had a mind of their own until his own fluid heat jerked and bathed her womb, warming her from the inside out.

Almost reluctantly moving her lips away from his, she rested her sweat bathed forehead against his cheek. Her heart wouldn't stop pounding and for a moment, she fancied that she felt a heartbeat going at the same frenetic rhymth inside his pale chest.

"It-It's really you, isn't it?" she asked weakly once she was able to breathe once more, her arms still embracing him close to her, afraid of letting him disappear.

"Don't-Don't tell me you fucked me that way while doubtin' it!" he panted out then scoffed, not sounding as offended as his words had let on.

The hint of a smile curved her lips.

I don't want to wake up because if I do, I'll know he wasn't truly here with me...

"Promise me... Promise me that you'll stay... That you won't leave me this time."

His hands lifted over her back until reaching her shoulder blades. It was a slow almost affectionate dragging touch.

"I ain't leaving even if you beg me to," the seriousness to his low voice gave her a flare of hope that she thought she would never experience again.

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Author's Note: Sorry for the rather tame lemon =(. *wails* But I really wanted to make their reunion especial for Orihime, so I let her take the lead for a little while. =) Also, sorry for any typos! I wrote this on wordpad (that has no spellchecker) since my MicroSoft word was wiped out by a virus a couple of months back so I'm pretty much going commando. (wordpad is what I've been using for the last couple of chapters). Hope people likey! I'm rather alergic to fluffy moments, so this is the closest I could get. LMAO I had intended to put this up earlier, but my stupid internet kept booting me off. (it ALWAYS does that, mostly when I'm uploading or posting comments. Stupid internet and stupid weather. *growls* And if people are wondering, yes, Hichigo will eventually get his name. =) At Bleach whore I hope you aren't dissappointed by the way I made him look. I didn't want to change him too much since I kinda like his freaky look. LOL. And yes, he is softening though he's still a bit sadistic and sardonic (what I love most about him. *sigh*) At Valmasy03 I wished I had made the battle more graphic now. Usually went I write strong scenes I listen to hardcore music full blast but since I was writing that chap late at night I was like 'fuck it'. *pouts* I need to get some headphones. HAHA! I'll probably revise that chapter in the future though just to make it more epic, though now the story is at a very crucial moment. Near the end... *sad face. At rosuki Thanks and yes Hichigo is a sexy little monster. I mainly wrote the fic this way because when I first starting looking up fics on this pairing I wished someone had written something like this, since no one had I did it myself. Great you're liking it!