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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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At night, Karakura Town twinkled like a portion of the night sky transferred down to earth. The tall and short alternating boxes held gold squares of light with shadows behind some of them. On the top floor of an apartment complex near the hospital, two people stood on the balcony of an upper class apartment to take in the air.
Director Ishida lit the end of a cigarette, inhaled, and then puffed the smoke out to travel skywards in a thin column. A cup of hot tea sat to his left on a glass topped table that picked up swatches of city lights. His fiancée crossed her arms over her chest with a scowl on her young face until the Quincy ground his cigarette out in the glass ashtray before them. At least she figured she had convinced him to smoke outside his apartment more than inside. Despite the fact that he complained it was HIS apartment to begin with.
“I live here too, remember" she muttered, standing up. She took a few steps towards him, leaning his arms on the edge of the railing, about the height of her shoulders.
“Doubtless there are some benefits to this arrangement, but manipulating a man to smoke outside his own domicile is indeed presumptuous,” Ryuuken complained, glaring down at her.
“I could always move in with Orihime you know,” she shot back.
“The things I put up with you, young lady make me wonder sometimes if it’s worth the trouble,” he retorted, staring out into the cityscape. Despite his complaints he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him in a fluid motion.
Breasts pressed to his chest Tatsuki lifted her hands to wrap around his neck. Always she enjoyed their usual banter. She fought back a chuckle saying, “That’s a mutual question, Ryuuken.”
Tatsuki kept one hand against his chest smoothing against the rich texture of suit jacket fabric. Everything Ryuuken wore smelled and felt complex in comparison to her outfits yet she would not have it any other way. From the way he bent down to capture her lips in a kiss she knew his answer too. It was worth it to him.
“I will not let you go, Tatsuki,” Ryuuken rumbled in a deep voice, rough with desire.
“Who’s arguing with that, huh?” Tatsuki breathed, panting with arousal.
Hands dug into silver hair as she felt the night breeze licking the back of her neck. Boosting her up with his hands on her hips he then leaned her so the small of her back rested against the balcony railing.
At the feel of open space immediately to the rear a dizzy sickness washed over her. Tatsuki glanced behind her and gasped to see the sheer drop. Immediately she wrapped her legs and arms around her fiancée and hissed, “Are you INSANE?”
However Ryuuken’s arms never left her waist as he mumbled, “I will not allow you to drop.”
“Get me off here or else I’ll… punch you,” Tatsuki threatened.
Immediately Ryuuken pulled her back from the balcony railing and sat down with her still wrapped around him shivering. She hissed in his ear, “If I wasn’t so scared I’ll wring your neck you insensitive bastard!”
“I was unaware of your fear of heights. You must be able to trust me Tatsuki,” he muttered against her ear. “However I did not anticipate such an irrational fear considering I didn’t set you on top of the railing.”
“Would you like me to dangle you over the damn street?” she mumbled.
“I would have used hyrenkyaku to stop that from happening,” Ryuuken reassured her.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked.
“You were in no danger Tatsuki,” said Ryuuken quietly. “I… apologize.”
“I’m still ticked at you, Ryuuken,” Tatsuki confessed shaking from head to toe. Her face buried into his jacket shoulder, the white cloth soaking up her angry tears.
“Did you always have vertigo?” he asked softly, voice rumbling through his chest. His fiancée’s clinginess at this moment aroused and concerned him. Unaccustomed to such touch except for sex he sighed and awkwardly rubbed her back.
“What do you think genius?” she whispered back, catching her breath. At that point her body was bathed in a fine film of reishi that tasted and smelled like Ryuuken.
“What if I helped you overcome this fear?” he hummed. “That you could sit on the railing and trust that I will not allow you to plummet to your death.”
“Why do you men want to have sex in such weird places?” Tatsuki asked.
“Who said anything about this involving sex?” Ryuuken queried.
“I was thinking for a moment you were going to strip me naked and ravish me 10 stories above Karakura Town,” she trailed off.
From the slightly embarrassed look on Ryuuken’s face she did see he’d had a similar idea but did not voice it aloud. Instead he said, “I have no desire to expose you to the perverts in this town.”
“Who’s going to be watching your window, seriously? You’re a hospital director, not a porn director,” huffed Tatsuki.
“And you are my fiancée, not an actress in an erotic film,” snorted Ryuuken.
“Oh yeah, and kissing me out on a balcony for everyone to see isn’t perverted enough?” Tatsuki challenged him. “If you were that worried about us being seen then you wouldn’t have bothered, you big grouch.”
He let out a sigh and shook his head. “My my don’t you have it all figured out?”
“I try to,” she murmured as she grasped the front of his suit jacket, dove grey in color. Despite her insistence he rarely varied his wardrobe. Few concessions had been given, but there were more subtle ways in which their relationship had impacted one another’s lives.
Both her parents now aware of their relationship and engagement were insistent that Tatsuki finish a college education before the major push of a wedding. The eventuality of Tatsuki taking up residence in Ryuuken’s city apartment was something that her father had not voiced much protest to, and her mother had been curious as to why it hadn’t happened sooner.
Her hands slid into his suit jacket, dipping into it though it was fully buttoned to tickle his skin through the cloth. Burying her nose into his chest she inhaled the musky scent of Ryuuken’s expensive aftershave that partly obscured the pall of cigarette smoke clinging to him. She also smelled ozone and the same tingling to the air just at his skin as she has smelled on Uryuu but it was stronger. He leaned forwards the slightest bit to compel her to climb off his lap. Still he held her hand in the process of standing to face the cityscape below.
“I will prove to you that I will not let you fall,” Ryuuken said as an ominous gleam flashed across his glasses.
Tatsuki saw him rest both hands on the railing at that moment, shouting, “What do you think you’re doing you idiot?”
A grunt left Ryuuken’s throat before he pushed down, flung himself over and dipped out of sight. The cry in Tatsuki’s throat was cut short by the heaving breaths she drew in rushing to the edge of the balcony to reach down and grab him. Yet the pair of dark eyes gleaming behind glasses regarded her incredulously. That tingling in her nostrils spread over her face to encompass her whole body from the reiatsu enveloping him. He stood quite easily in midair just like the shinigami did without faltering.
“Really, Tatsuki, your lack of faith in me is disappointing,” he chided.
“Shut up you jerk,” Tatsuki snapped at him before she reached over and seized his shoulders to shake him.
If she stared under his feet she saw a glowing disk forming of pure reishi particles, just like what Orihime had described Uryuu doing in Hueco Mundo. Anger fueled her ready to defy the line that Ryuuken had just drawn so she let go of his shoulders, grabbed the railing, and pushed down. Easily she flung her whole body like an athlete swinging over a horse. Legs pressed together swiveled only to plunge for a heart stopping minute into nothing. She focused her reiatsu under her feet in a hope that she could show him she could do something similar.
For a split second Tatsuki stood on her own power facing him with hands on her hips. Ryuuken’s smirk gladdened her heart but a sickening rush overcame her dizzily as she began to sink. Meeting his concerned gaze Tatsuki narrowed her own eyes and focused downwards picturing her feet on a platform.
“I’m not a Quincy but I can do it too,” she stated defiantly, head pounding with the effort to keep enough reishi under her like a shinigami to stand and hover next to him. She saw the pride in his eyes that thrilled her heart.
“I know,” said Ryuuken extending a hand to her. “But I strongly suggest you allow me to aid you since you are about to reach your limit.”
Tatsuki reached out and gripped his fingers, feeling herself dip a bit at that second her hand touched his. Beneath her feet the platform of spirit particles extended after Ryuuken let himself drop enough to catch her. She struggled to keep from shaking from head to toe at her pounding heart but leaned heavily into him not wanting to appear weak. Yet she did not stop his arm wrapping around her waist to pull her body close to his so they faced one another.
“Why are you so stubborn to accept my aid,” he wondered.
“The same reason you always bitch to your son that he makes you sick. I want to be strong for you Ryuuken,” muttered Tatsuki.
“The relationship between my son and I has nothing to do with ours,” Ryuuken said sternly, glaring down at her. “Do not think for a moment that you must somehow compensate for anything lacking.”
That harshness present in his gaze made Tatsuki flinch. Instead of pressing further she merely asked, “Why DOES Uryuu make you sick?”
“Because he is a fool who is too sentimental and lets his emotions get in the way of a fight. Not to mention his lack of talent,” Ryuuken sighed as he wearily explained.
Once more the words irked her. Swallowing the lump in her throat Tatsuki lowered her head and raised her hands in a sort of surrender. She said, “Ok it’s hard for me to understand really because trying to compare his fighting to yours is difficult. But you realize yourself that just because you’re good at something doesn’t always mean you’re going to want to do it for a living.”
Ryuuken pushed up his glasses, his expression blank. “Indeed.”
Taking another deep breath Tatsuki bobbed her head up, her own expression equally stoic. “But I can understand if you’re coming from how frustrated you are when they do something you tell them not to. Like how Orihime doesn’t always follow my advice or Ichigo either.”
“You do comprehend,” Ryuuken said, taking hold of her chin and tipping it up. “That is it exactly.”
Seeing the expression in his eyes Tatsuki could loosen the knot in her guts finally. Gaze softer she asked, “Why can you let me in, and close other people out then?”
“You have nothing to prove to me,” said Ryuuken quietly. “Because you constantly embody your worth to me by your actions. You do not shy away from a challenge but meet it head-on. Nevertheless you have the good sense to listen to reason.”
“You’re still an ass sometimes,” she muttered, not sure of what to say to this.
“As you are a hard headed stubborn woman,” he replied, bending down to kiss her. Tatsuki’s head ached a bit but Ryuuken’s lip touch suddenly sent what felt like an electric shock through them both. As if something were drawn out of her and into himself.
For a moment she forgot they were hovering on a platform 20 some stories about Karakura Town. While he wasn’t superman, and she wasn’t Lois Lane, she could see the appeal of that cheesy love scene. They weren’t soaring, merely floating but the giddy sense of the night air whipping around them was intoxicating as the tongue brushing past her lips. His hands wandered up and down her back without the reservation they once had.
Similarly Tatsuki unbuttoned his jacket and slipped her hands inside to caress his ribs. One hand worked its way to the small of his back dipping beneath the waistband of his pants to slide between his tucked in shirt and pants.
Her other questing hand seized hold of a chain with a familiar shaped object on it momentarily before diverting to his smooth chest. He always carried it on his person concealed yet ever-present just like the lifestyle he said he did not eschew. Then his one hand wandered down to reach over her own backside at the same time hers pinched his. Their mutual startled gasp flowed between their merged mouths to end in a throaty groan.
She noticed they were hovering in the shadow of the building where none could see them, intrigued by how long he planned on staying here. An obvious question about whether or not Uryuu could do this in the regular living world was on her tongue once she broke the kiss for a breath.
The insistent hand on her backside pushed her hips into his so that she lifted her leg to wrap around his hip. Simultaneously she pushed down on his shoulders to heave herself up to his level. Ryuuken steadied her with one hand so she could wrap her legs around his waist and keep his other hand free at the small of her back. He would never admit aloud how he loved having a woman wrapped around him in such proximity with clothes between them. The hand on her backside slid under her garment to the periphery of her underwear.
She felt her back pressed to the cool side of the building in the lee of his balcony, and his fingers creeping over the fabric of her panties. Lips close to his she whispered, “You pervert.”
“Says the woman wrapping herself around me and practically pleasuring herself against my clothed person,” Ryuuken sassed back after a brief kiss. His fingers dipped into Tatsuki curling enough to almost wring a cry of want from her lips. She buried it in his shoulder.
“Two can play at that game,” she whispered in his ear, licking it. Her hand reached between them and rubbed the front of his crotch. Eager to play the same dirty game to challenge how well he could hold them up distracted by sex she gave him a bit of a squeeze. Ryuuken’s slight hissing gasp rewarded her, yet his fingers twisted wickedly against her spot making her stifle another yelp.
“Can you keep quiet?” he teased.
“Can you keep us both up if we keep going like this?” she trailed off.
“Now who is the pervert?” Ryuuken chuckled, scissoring his fingers inside her. “Reaching to unfasten my garments like some starved maniac?”
“I’ll show you what a true maniac is,” she huffed playfully, reaching for his belt.
“Keep your voice down. The neighbors may see,” Ryuuken scolded prompting Tatsuki to nip on his ear and push her tongue inside. At the same time his fingers pulled the moist crotch of her underwear aside, she got his belt open and his zipper undone. Both craved the minimal contact of vital parts while pressed together fully clothed, something erotic about this. In the darkness her hands slid along the slick hard flesh, thumbing it.
“Isn’t this a naughty use for those honorable Quincy powers?” she couldn’t resist saying.
“I fully embrace using such skills if they arouse such interest in you and achieve the end goal of copulation,” said Ryuuken. “That is as close to profiting from them I can achieve.”
“Oh I see,” Tatsuki whispered feeling his breath tickling her ear. His tip nudged at her opening exposed enough by the repositioning of clothes. This was one of the few reasons Tatsuki would consent to wearing a skirt.
His low moan only she could hear followed the spreading penetration of his body joining to hers. Tatsuki could never get tired of that initial forceful steady thrust that remained perfectly still. Added to it was the element of open air near her toes and the tingling fear they could drop at any second causing her to tighten her legs around his waist.
“Mm mm,” she hummed, likening that to eating chocolate. Ryuuken would probably ramble on with how sex contained endorphins just like those chemicals in chocolate.
His lips tinged with the taste of nicotine and breath mints caressed hers and mapped out the roof of her mouth with its tongue. She immersed her fingers in his soft white hair and enjoyed its texture. Unable to resist tugging on it, she slid her tongue against his and shifted enough to squeeze him from inside.
Ryuuken’s kisses were at first sufficient enough to keep her quiet with the movement of his hips. Still sliding one hand into his pants to grab his ass she moved up and down on him using her other arm to tug on his hair. Against her back the chilly wall tingled but not to the extent of the reishi wrapping around both of them. Tatsuki’s breath seized in her throat feeling the snap of release washing over her body.
Hot sweat blistered on her forehead as she shivered and bit back her release. Ryuuken covered her mouth in a kiss, lacing her fingers with his and pressing her arms to the wall. The fluid motion of his hips pushed her towards another release moments before he leaned heavily inside. Her eyes snapped open once his lips move off hers and he let out a loud gasp. That hot sticky surge seemed to penetrate to her core, speeding up her heart with the realization of what they’d done. Her insides were well and truly flooded with essence and she felt her heart roaring in her ears.
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