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Left Behind But Not Forgotten	By : Polymer Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 5127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo and Shonen Jump own Bleach, I don't. I make no money from the writing of this fanfiction story.

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It had been a week after the conference she attended with Ryuuken, and the dinner with meeting her parents and getting their approval.
Tatsuki had reached over to feel the empty place beside her and panicked as she sat up. Her arms wrapped the sheets to her and she looked at the clock, cursing. However when she glanced at the calendar she noticed she still had an hour and fifteen minutes left.
“Oh, that’s right. Thursday’s a shorter day. Don’t have to get there till 9,” Tatsuki muttered.
Shyly it dawned on her where she was, and she looked down at the maroon sheets and masculine bedspread that was metallic grey. Her eyes rested on several modern art style paintings, and the arrangement of pictures on the far wall between two large windows covered in blinds. Tucked into an expansive queen sized bed smelling faintly of cigarettes and the offending ash tray newly emptied of them she knew where she was. She had taken enough credits to avoid having to squeeze in any unnecessary classes in high school, so that left her with a slot on Fridays she used to catch up on sleep, and other things.
“This is getting to be a habit,” she mumbled, remembering she had stopped by the hospital to ask the Quincy how to do a certain science assignment. 1. Because she didn’t want to ask Uryuu for the notes, 2. Because Ichigo pissed her off, 3. Because Inoue was staying with Uryuu that night, 4. Chad had a band concert and couldn’t help her.
Fortunately the man in whose bed she slept had been just the right person to ask, albeit his stern tone hadn’t helped when she wanted to punch him. Even though he was the director of Karakura Hospital not every day required him being up at the crack of dawn.
So now she heard eggs frying as she slid out of bed and felt an ache between her legs that reminded her that biology was a subject she’d studied at close detail. “Stupid jerk…” she mumbled as she limped towards the bathroom. She dashed into the shower trying not to slip on the white and grey tiles that made up the floor of the place covered in faux black marble streaked with white.
As soon as Tatsuki exited, she hunted for a bathrobe, and found one hanging on the door. Since she’d forgotten to bring anything over except her school uniform, and her workout clothes (which were sweat soaked) she grabbed the first available thing. It was tan, and patterned like a kimono. She put on the yukata and walked out, toweling her hair dry as she put on a pair of house sandals. From down the hall she heard a clanking on something metallic accompanied by a hissing sizzle.
The full smell of breakfast hit her nose, and she half expected the cook to be there. Yet the person moving efficiently around in his own kitchen was the doctor himself, in his blue shirt and a light blue and green paisley tie. She was glad he had others besides the first one she had ever seen him wear. In fact he had close to fifty of varying types. The grey work pants were a nice contrast. His suits ranged from grey, to white, to even dark blue. Even a brown and a black one were there, with a few striped ones.
“I am rather disappointed in you, Tatsuki san,” he said reprovingly as he turned towards her, cooking utensil in hand.
“Why?” Tatsuki answered, more than ready to verbally spar with a sour faced Quincy.
He indicated a tray with a neatly arranged set of plates. “You ruined my plans for breakfast in bed.”
“Whoops,” Tatsuki said as she saw it. “Maybe I should just go back then?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You are already up,” he murmured, dismissing it as if it were no great consequence.
“No, I’m going back to bed, so you can bring it to me as you went to all that trouble making it,” Tatsuki said, hands on her hips as she turned and walked right back to the bedroom. Not even waiting for his reaction.
If the jerk wanted to guilt trip her for a wasted opportunity she wouldn’t let him. She’d see if he would pick up on her effort to let him dote on her. Removing the bathrobe she threw it across the chair and then slipped on a T shirt from her bag that was neatly folded and a clean pair of underwear, something she would typically wear to bed. Then she slid under the covers on the right hand side of the bed.
After all she didn’t have to get up. Tatsuki lay on her side, closing her eyes to feign sleep. It wasn’t too hard because Ryuuken’s bed was extremely comfortable. Not too hard, and not too soft. The perfect orthopedic mattress to maximize rest.

**
A little later she jolted because she realized she HAD gone back to sleep for a deep voice was muttering, “Tatsuki.”
“Mmm,” she mumbled as she blinked and turned over, having felt the bed shift because he sat down on it.
“I see you even went to the trouble of falling back to sleep,” he said with an amused twinkle in his eye, though his face held that frozen stoic expression he always wore. It was what Tatsuki called the Default Ryuuken expression.
“What was that? I’m still half asleep,” she murmured, yawning. Her head felt muzzy and she really wanted to succumb to the temptation of staying in bed. Something she didn’t always do lately. Judging from the blinds he swiveled open a fully sunlit sky beamed through the horizontal slats almost blinding her till he adjusted it to the right place.
“Then breakfast would be prudent,” he replied. A moment later she heard the sounds of dishes rattling on a tray and smirked to herself. Pushing herself up from the mattress she saw him put down the tray on her lap utilizing the fold out legs that stood it up so it crouched like a flat backed spider. She inhaled the aroma of rice porridge, natto, and a side of salmon.
“Ryuuken,” she whispered, picking up her chopsticks in slow reverence to the feast he had presented to her. Even a single flower in a vase perched at the corner of the tray. Little wonder Ryuuken had voiced his disapproval when he went to such trouble.
“You prepared breakfast the previous day,” Ryuuken murmured, sitting on the chair in the large bedroom, hands folded on his lap.
A million words combated for utterance on Tatsuki’s tongue. However she could not get any words out from taking bites of the slightly spicy omelet or mouthfuls of hot rice porridge. Globs of that viscous material slid down her throat washed with draughts of bitter coffee with only a hint of sugar. Her eyes searched his face for any sign of his expressions yet found it just as unreadable as usual. All she could think of to say instead of protesting was, “Thank you Ryuuken.”
From his reaction she guessed correctly. “You are welcome, Tatsuki,” he commented, rising from the chair and bending down to press a chaste kiss on her forehead. Of course a blush blossomed from that action. Cool sheets now devoid of their combined warmth tangled around her legs plus the tray balanced on her lap kept her from leaping up to brush her teeth or retreat from the ball of intense emotions forming inside her.
Refusing what he offered was a surefire way to piss him off. Especially when it was his usual means of protocol. Men brought women breakfast in bed. That was what was expected.
***

Tatsuki opened the fridge door in the efficient apartment kitchen, and pulled out a box. “I made your lunch today… and I’m putting it here… but what’s with the other box?”
“Your lunch,” said Ryuuken.
“Mine?” Tatsuki asked, blinking at him.
“Do not forget your lunch, young lady,” Ryuuken said quietly as he sipped his coffee while looking over the morning paper.
“I’m not 12, you grouch,” sighed Tatsuki as she poured herself some coffee then set her cup next to his. Thankfully Ryuuken’s kitchen was very serviceable. She had heard he had a cook come in and make him dinner often, but the smell of something sizzling in the pan had woken her up that morning.
As she brushed past him in her school uniform to get the box he indicated she rested her hand on his shoulder for balance. A grey sleeved arm stuck out, curled around her waist, and then deposited her on his lap crosswise. Bare knees rubbing against fabric of his pants she dropped her arm around his neck. That stern look in his eyes belied the playful twinkle she noticed. He set down his cup the paper already rustled to the floor in a heap.
He drew her face to within inches and whispered, "I am well aware of that fact."
Caressing his cheek she whispered, "Yeah, but you act like it...some times."
Seeing the challenge in her eyes he brought their lips together to initiate a slow kiss that burned through her. Tatsuki thrust her tongue past his closed mouth and coaxed his mouth open. Amused he glided his against hers in a slow movement. Her hand slid down his back to push aside his jacket and dip between his tucked shirt and boxers. Through their kiss the Quincy grunted. He pushed her up for a moment still gripping her waist.
Her other hand rubbed through his layers of clothes, brushing one nipple. He turned her around so the only way to sit was to kneel straddling his lap. Glad for the short skirt Tatsuki readjusted herself to sit on his pelvis. His fingers closed over one clothed breast to squeeze and pinch. Tatsuki retaliated by grinding down on his bulge.
Ryuuken stood up and quickly carried her into the living room before he sat down again in a large leather chair. He started to unbutton her shirt while she rubbed both nipples now through his jacket. Then he slid one hand between them. She glanced down amused at the click of him trying to undo his belt one handed. Then she caught his lips in another kiss caressing his chest and kneading his shoulders. Both his hands now pushed between them while she thrust her tongue into his mouth. A zipper being pulled down along with a muffled groan told her what she was doing. Also the warmth pressing into her stomach caused her to break the kiss. She let go of his shoulders, wrapping her hand around him.
Mahogany eyes met cobalt. His gritted teeth stifled his moans at her squeezing strokes. Simultaneously he unbuttoned her shirt and kneaded her breasts. Still the top of her uniform was fastened. Then he abandoned one to grasp her waist and lift her up a bit. She reached down with her left hand, tugged the necessary material aside, and then extracted him from his pants.

He abandoned the other to pull material aside once Tatsuki nodded.
“Ready?” he whispered softly.
“You bet,” Tatsuki answered, still locking their gazes.
Inside her throat her breath caught once his tip nudged and impaled her. He pulled her down on top of him with a satisfied moan. Still a bit new to this Tatsuki squirmed and dug her fingers into his arms. The groan she gave him was wonderful. She looked down at his smirk and rolled her eyes before squeezing her kegel muscles. His lids fluttered shut so she did it again.
"Does this prove I do not regard you as a child?" he chuckled, thrusting up.
Tatsuki snickered and rocked up and down on him a few times. "Smartass.”
He pinched her nipples slightly as he moved. In turn she clenched down internally on him earning her a hiss of pleasure from the normally composed man beneath her.
“Hold my hands, I want to try something, Ryuuken,” Tatsuki murmured, getting an idea.
“Very well, indulge yourself,” Ryuuken murmured with a slight chuckle that equated to a laugh in Tatsuki’s mind. The seventeen year old lifted both her legs once Ryuuken clasped both of her hands in his. Both his arms almost felt yanked out of their sockets the moment she swung her torso backwards and the Quincy noticed his face bracketed by her stocking covered calves. He found himself staring right down her skirt to where their bodies joined. Slightly to the side her underwear shifted to accommodate the union.
“Ahhh…” Tatsuki got out, pivoting down and up on him.
“Very… imaginative but risky,” Ryuuken grunted, pulling back so she could shift in just the right way. “If that was the angle you desired, then it would be prudent to turn over…”
“Oh hush and give it a chance,” Tatsuki argued back, her face flushed with blood and glistening with sweat. Ryuuken released her hands then grabbed tightly to her hips holding her in place despite her indignant yelp.
“I prefer holding you by your hips,” he murmured, caressing her backside to give it a pinch.
“No… fair…” Tatsuki got out yet Ryuuken slid his hands up her ribs past her hips to pull her back upwards so she was almost doubled over.
“Was that the effect you wanted to achieve?” the doctor murmured, his face only inches from hers.
“You’re lucky I’m flexible,” Tatsuki whispered, feeling the discomfort of her knees nearly on his chest. Yet the firm kiss he caught her lips in soon banished the muscle twinges. She found the burning snap tingling her entire body at that moment, her cry screamed into Ryuuken’s mouth.
Almost passed out from the pleasure she felt him carefully reposition her legs on either side of his hips so she sat straddling his lap. Her heart pounded but she soon found herself blinking up at him, wrinkling her nose. “You haven’t… yet?”
“I still found it sufficiently pleasurable. It is hardly a matter of fault,” he murmured caressing her hips. “Now if I may demonstrate my knowledge a bit, if you don’t mind…”
“Mister know it all, fine,” Tatsuki muttered, still tingling from head to curling toes from an incredible orgasm. Though she still felt like he was being an insensitive ass from time to time she wouldn’t admit how much of a turn on it was.
“Turn around once you’ve recovered,” Ryuuken whispered, nibbling on her earlobe. He didn’t count on Tatsuki shifting and separating them that moment so she could turn in his lap so she was in the right position. Hands steadying her he thrust inside again then held her with an arm over her belly so her cheek brushed his. Slowly his other hand stole up and pinched first the left than the right breast. Panting Tatsuki squeezed her eyes shut for a moment to catch her breath.
“You just like molesting me, you pervert,” she teased while he reached up and cupped both of them in either hand now.
“They are quite appealing to fondle, yes,” he agreed, his pinches just short of painful but filled with pleasure inducing pressure. As she tried to close her legs he leaned forwards enough to push them apart with his knees so hers were spread wide. It didn’t take long for both to reach the place they mutually desired.
Gasping in her school uniform, she lay back against him panting. Ryuuken’s soft kisses on her ears and caresses over her body helped to calm her pounding heart down. She could tell he also was affected, still sitting in place. Tatsuki murmured, “School…”
“Work,” Ryuuken murmured. “We still have sufficient time if I drop you off.”
“You don’t have to,” Tatsuki murmured as she tried to untangle herself from him, but the dripping mess made it awkward till she felt him reach for sanitary wipes of all things to carefully clean them both. Since when had he kept THOSE there, she wondered, but then couldn’t help figure he had planned this whole escapade because it was barely eight.
“Don’t be foolish, I insist,” he half scolded. “I will hear no arguments in this matter. I have the time figured to the minute. Do you need a rinse off?”
“No, gym’s the second period. I’ll shower there,” Tatsuki muttered, standing shakily on her feet but grasping the chair. Sore, sticky and unsteady she stood there for a minute watching him move about the apartment. First he pulled a coat out of the hall closet, and then picked up his briefcase from the side where her gym bag was. Then he grasped his keys. She noticed the jacket he held up towards her, its inner surface presented.
Surprised Tatsuki let him help her on with it, and then took the bag he handed her. “Sheesh, one of these days I’m going to hide your keys on you.”
A box was thrust into her hands neatly wrapped in a cloth bundle as he murmured, “What did I tell you about forgetting lunch?”
“Oh shut up,” she muttered, blushing at the thought of him being so blasted worried. He smirked a bit, unlocking the door. As she bent over to slip on her shoes and tie them, a silver necklace dangled out of her shirt, catching the light.
“You’re wearing it,” Ryuuken commented.
“Of course I’m wearing it, why wouldn’t I?” Tatsuki muttered back.
“Good,” Ryuuken answered, stepping into the hall once he had his black leather shoes on.
Cool air hit the bare skin on her legs even though she wore long black socks. Tatsuki zipped up her jacket and walked beside Ryuuken carrying his briefcase to the parking garage of his apartment complex. For a moment she noticed other people exiting to get into their cars but didn’t care if they saw her and Ryuuken together. Or at least HE didn’t’ seem to mind much.
Having him hold the door open for her was a nice touch she figured, bending down to get into the s class car. Once he shut the door he rounded to the driver’s side to get in, first opening the trunk to put her bag and his briefcase into the back.
“Those Quincy men and their gentlemen bit,” she half chuckled, shaking her head. Wondering if Uryuu would be like this in 15 years or different. His words echoed in her head. *“You realize I won’t let you go.”*
This meant subjecting herself to a whole other can of worms with having him involved in her life in these odd ways. She glanced down at the cell phone she extracted from her pocket for the time as he started the engine, and pulled out of the garage. The sound of something popping out caught her attention and she noticed him holding up the lighter to the end of a cigarette.
Tatsuki turned her face away, waving her hand as she muttered, “Ugh… this early in the morning. Can’t you just…”
“No,” Ryuuken answered, opening his window a bit more so the smoke blew out on his side and didn’t cross to hers. The smell of the smoke mingled with that of the leather of the soft seats. She shoved her cell phone back into her pocket, remembering he had the newer model to it.
This time when he pulled up to her school they leaned together and pressed lips in a kiss. For a moment Tatsuki didn’t question it, but then blushed.
As they parted, she put a hand over her mouth. Ryuuken coughed a bit, realizing they were in view of the students walking up to the school gates. For a minute her heart pounded in fear of discovery before she realized that surely someone must have seen by now. At this point she found she didn’t care as much considering the ring hanging around her neck on a chain.
“Don’t stay in that office too late,” she scolded him, hand poised on the door handle to open it.
“And don’t concern yourself with fighting hollows unless there is no other choice,” he whispered into her ear. Lightly he fingered the ring dangling just below her tie. She slipped it into her shirt. Still the taste of tobacco and mint gum lingered on her tongue, reminding her of his presence as she exited the car.
“Try not to be so cranky today, ok?” she asked.
“Humph,” he answered. “Good day…”
Small concessions for a relationship neither had counted on, nor discussed much. Except for what was necessary. Now both were integrated almost seamlessly with one another’s daily happenings, it made both of them pause; Tatsuki walking into school, and Ryuuken pulling away on his commute to the hospital.
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