Seeds of Destruction | By : blackdiamondprincess Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 14158 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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3. Prelude to Dawn – Midnight Mayhem
“Guess again, Orihime-chan!”
Out of instincts, Orihime reached for
her hairpins and jumped back, hoping to create enough distance between him and
her. “Santen Kesshun!”
Her protective shield appeared in front
of her, just in time to receive the first blow his white Zangetsu dealt.
“Clever…” The Hollow whispered, watching
her through the yellow barrier of the Santen Kesshun
with a predatory glint in his eyes.
“But you forgot something.”
Orihime gasped as she suddenly felt him
behind her.
“I can move faster than your eyes could
ever detect.”
He kicked her down on the floor and
pointed the tip of his blade on her throat. “Now,” he said with a grin, “I made
a promise to you, didn’t I…?”
With a horrified gasp Orihime watched
how the first button of her white shirt flew in the air after he cut it off
with his Zangetsu.
He licked his teeth at the sight of her
heaving chest and cocked his head to the side. “Shall I go on and ruin your
shirt, or do I hand you the honours?”
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“Rukia! I thought that by defeating Aizen,
the Menos wouldn’t dare to show their face again in
the living world!” Ichigo shouted, trying to overtop the wind that whistled in
their ears as they sped off in the direction of the Tsubakidai Park on the other side of town.
“It is
strange that they even dared to! I don’t know what’s going on either!” Rukia
yelled back as they jumped over another roof. A large group of trees could now
be seen ahead of them and they quickened their pace.
Finally arrived inside the park, they
could now see the large rip that began to form itself in the nocturnal sky.
“Here it comes!” Rukia released her
Zanpakuto and jumped up into the trees to have a clearer view of the enemy
ahead. “Ichigo!”
“Got it!”
Grabbing his Zanpakuto from behind his
back and taking in a battle stance, Ichigo concentrated on his reiatsu, placed
his left hand on his right arm while holding the blade forward and closed his
eyes. “BAN-KAI!”
Rukia continued to approach the growing
rip in the sky and witnessed how the first Menos
stepped out of Hueco Mundo.
She knew she needed to give Ichigo a little more time, although she was certain
that her own attacks would be efficient enough against an opponent like this
one.
“Sodeno Shirayuki,” she whispered, gracefully swinging her
snow-white Zanpakuto around herself. “Opening Dance: Tsukishiro.”
A white circle of light appeared
underneath the first Menos’ feet and small glittering
shards of ice began to rise up into the sky until they became a wall of solid
whiteness as tall as the Menos itself, enclosing it
into the pale circle.
Rukia jumped down on the ground and
watched how the wall of ice crackled at first and then shattered into a million
pieces, leaving no trace of the Menos.
“GETSUGA TENSHOU!”
A black crescent suddenly hit the second
Menos even before it had fully stepped out,
destroying it in an instant.
Sheathing her Zanpakuto back in its
holder, Rukia turned around to see where her partner was. “Well, that was
quick.”
She received no answer whatsoever, but found
Ichigo lying on the floor a whole way back, face down.
“Ichigo?” she cried, breaking into a run. “ICHIGO?!”
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Urahara spread his mouth wide open and yawned, sitting
himself on the steps of his porch while he contemplated the full moon.
“Apparently it was but small fry; it
seems like Ichigo took care of it already. But why would 2 Menos
attack now? It doesn’t make any sense now that Aizen
has been defeated.”
Urahara nodded, agreeing with the
golden-eyed woman that sat himself next to him now. “We know that Aizen is not in a position of sending in retaliating
troops; his army of Arrancars has been decimated.
Therefore we shouldn’t be surprised to see regular Menos
appear, they’re probably attracted by the high concentration of reiatsu in this
city. But I wouldn’t worry. Not with Kurosaki-san around. The kid has an
incredible amount of power that still needs to be tapped into. A Menos Grande isn’t even a challenge anymore.”
“Aren’t you worried about the changes
that have occurred in him lately?” Yoruichi asked, looking at him
questioningly. “You must’ve felt it earlier; his reiatsu has completely
changed.”
“No,” Urahara said, bringing his hand up
to his chin, “his reiatsu hasn’t changed. It’s more like a part of it was
suddenly suppressed…”
“A part of it was suppressed?”
The blonde man looked up at the skies
again. His eyes, that went hidden underneath his bucket hat, had a calculating
glint in them. “If we depart from the fact that Kurosaki-san’s reiatsu is made
out of three different components; the power of his Zanpakuto, his own power
and the power of the Hollow that houses within him, then we could conclude that
one of those components has disappeared.”
Yoruichi gave him an alarmed look. “Are
you talking about…?”
“His Hollow? Yes, it’s the part of him that is more likely to
rebel…” Urahara said thoughtfully. “Although, I wonder how it could ever
manifest itself in the real world without the help of Kurosaki-san…”
Yoruichi shifted uneasily. “But then, if
it disappeared from Kurosaki’s soul, where did it go?”
Urahara sighed silently and looked ahead
of him with a pensive expression on his face.
“We need to find out what happened to
Kurosaki-san in the first place for his reiatsu to have changed like this.”
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With a smack Orihime was pushed against
a wall, her left cheek pressed against the cold surface as the Hollow pushed
her head to it.
Her white shirt lay with her torn up
jeans on a pile next to the kitchen’s door.
She could now feel how the cold blade
slid against her back to cut through the small stroke of fabric that kept her
bra together. A small whimper escaped her as the fabric tore apart and he
pushed off the straps from her shoulders.
“Turn around now,” Hollow Ichigo
commanded with a lusty grin.
Orihime shivered and closed her eyes,
shakily bringing her arms up her chest as she turned to face him, wearing
nothing but her panties now.
“I suggest you remove those arms if you
plan on keeping them, Orihime-chan!” he cackled, pointing his white Zangetsu on
her again. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of; I’ve already seen what an
impressive pair you have.”
Hot tears of shame rolled down her
cheeks now as she slowly lowered her arms, facing away from him with her eyes
closed.
The Hollow smirked and licked his lips,
approaching his prey with a maniacal chuckle. With his right hand he reached
out for one breast and toyed with it for a moment, enjoying the pained sounds
the girl made.
“Seriously… How a wimpy-ass like Ichigo
ever managed to get a chick this fine is beyond me…” He looked at her and
brought his face closer to hers, taking in the soft scent of her creamy white
skin. “Don’t tell me, you don’t like this, Orihime-chan… I know you do. I can
smell it.” His left hand then disappeared underneath the hem of her panties and
he laughed at her vain attempt of holding him back. “So wet… so excited… all
this, just for me?”
“Onegai…” Orihime sobbed in disgust of his tongue licking her in her
throat and his finger that rubbed against her most sensitive spot. “Yamete… !”
He ignored her and slid his finger
inside. “Better?”
“Ah!” She whispered, blushing even more
now despite herself. “S-Stop—”
He captured her lips with his in a
rough, deep kiss and added a second finger within her that made her cry into
the forced kiss. He then let her go to look at the broken expression on her
face with a satisfied sneer and thrust inside of her a couple of times more.
Her breasts were calmly bouncing up and
down with every stroke of his fingers and the Hollow could see that she liked
it by the way she desperately tried to hold back her moans by biting down on
her lower lip to the point of bleeding.
“Did he ever touch you like this?” He
whispered mockingly in her ear, licking the lobe. “Has he ever procured you
this much pleasure?” He then bent down a little and captured one of her nipples
between his teeth, teasingly squeezing the bud between them before lapping his
tongue over it and suckling gently.
Before she could hold it back, she gave
a loud, trembling moan and thrust back against the fingers that were still
within her.
“That’s it… just give into it…” He
softly said, taking her mouth hostage again and pinning her left hand against
the wall as she had wanted to push him away with it. She soon whimpered again
as he quickened the pace of his fingers once more and her right hand dug itself
into his right shoulder at the boiling sensation that began to build in her
lower belly.
The Hollow suddenly let go of her and
removed his fingers, leaving her trembling from her approaching orgasm and the
tears she still shed.
Orihime breathed in soft gasps now while
she watched how he brought his right hand fingers to his lips and tasted her,
an approving grin on his lips. She felt like she had been given a drug, her entire
body was on fire and her vision was blurry. Her mind barely registered it when
he tore off her panties and placed her on the floor and climbed on top of her.
His slithering tongue swirled around one of her nipples and she emitted a
choked moan, bucking slightly when it travelled its way southwards on her body
until it reached the apex of her thighs, where it licked its way in and out of
her.
She came almost immediately, having lost
control over her body completely now. Her pleasure filled voice echoed against
the walls and she wished that she could die right there and then.
Gomen nasai,
Ichigo…
The Hollow now positioned himself over
her, taking advantage of her drowsy state. “I always win, Orihime-chan,” he
whispered with a chuckle and pushed inside of her with a hard thrust that made
her cry out at the excruciating pain that shot up her spine.
“Ichi… Ichigo…” she whispered with trembling lips, her eyes
looking defiantly into his cold yellow ones, “Ichigo will destroy you.”
His face contracted in anger at that and
he pushed in harder, making her scream again. “I’ll be the one to destroy him!”
he shouted, looking at her tears of pain with growing excitement. “Me! You hear
me, slut?”
Darkness began to fall around Orihime
and soon, she fell through the surface of awareness to find her self slipping
into a welcome state of unconsciousness…
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“Ichigo, oi!”
The orange haired Shinigami blinked his
eyes open and focused on the familiar face that hovered above him. “Rukia…”
“What the hell happened?” She wondered,
helping him to sit up.
“I can’t feel him there anymore…” Ichigo
whispered. “He’s gone…”
“What are you talking about, Ichigo?”
Rukia was looking at him worriedly. “Who’s not where anymore?”
Ichigo was holding on to his head, feeling
like it was about to burst from the pain. “Rukia… I need to—”
Gomen nasai,
Ichigo…
“Hime?” He whispered, his eyes spread wide.
Rukia was at total loss now. “Inoue?”
A sinking feeling was now beginning to take
over within Ichigo and he crawled up on his feet. “Something’s wrong… I need—”
Rukia rushed to support him as she saw
him fall over and felt how he was trembling violently. “Ichigo, you need to
rest.” She did not understand how it was possible for him to get that beaten
after a simple Bankai transformation and a Getsuga Tenshou, but she was probably missing a few important
elements to completely understand what was going on.
“No… Hime… She
needs me…” He whispered, releasing himself from her hold and stumbling on his
legs, breathing heavily.
Rukia hurried to his side again and
helped him as they rushed back into town.
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The full moon was shining through the
open curtains and into the small apartment chamber, casting a large stroke of
silver on the body that lay in the middle of room.
“Inoue!” Rukia exclaimed as she landed on the balcony with
Ichigo leaning on her.
He lifted his head up to look into the
room as well and saw her on her side, lying motionlessly on the floor. “Hime!”
he called, wincing at the pain that shot through his body, but moving to open
the window nonetheless. He entered and noticed that she was naked and bleeding
from several cut wounds all over her body and from between her legs. “Orihime!” He whispered and looked around himself to find
something to cover her up with.
Rukia kneeled next to him and handed him
the TV-blanket that Orihime usually kept on the sofa behind them. “What the
hell happened?” She whispered, watching with growing worry how Ichigo took her
in his arms, wrapped safely in the blanket. “Ichigo…”
“Rukia… Please,” he whispered, brushing
back a strand of Orihime’s hair. “Could you go and get Urahara-san…?”
“Ichigo…” she whispered. He laid her on
the sofa and fell next to her on the floor with an exhausted, yet worried look
on his features. Rukia knew he wouldn’t be able to make the travel to Urahara
the same way he came to Orihime’s apartment.
What on earth is going on tonight?
She quickly made her way out the window
and disappeared into the night.
“Orihime…” Ichigo whispered, feeling the
sinking feeling from earlier get worse as he suddenly noticed the fine cut she
had on her left cheek. He touched it and felt a boiling anger rise up within
him. That reiatsu…
He had known it all along.
His Hollow within. It was here!
“Doushite, Orihime?” he then whispered, realizing now why she had
wanted to distance herself from him.
I
would only be putting you in more danger if we stayed together.
“You knew… and yet… ‘Kuso…”
he gritted his teeth, “you wanted to protect me… Hime… And you paid the price…”
“Ichigo…”
His head shot up and he looked at her. “Orihime?”
She turned her face to his and smiled a
pained smile. “Gomen nasai,
Ichigo… I’m so sorry…”
He shook his head. “Don’t apologize…”
“I thought I did well by distancing
myself from you… I thought that that way he wouldn’t get you through me…” she
whispered, a tear rolling out of one of her eyes, “I weaken you and therefore
make you more vulnerable to enemies’ attacks…”
“Hime, what are you talking about?”
Ichigo whispered back, caressing her head soothingly. “You make me feel
stronger, not otherwise! Don’t you know that by now?”
“He said…” she whispered, her voice
trembling, “he said that he has planted the seed to your destruction.”
“The seed to my
destruction?” Ichigo echoed with a frown.
“Ichigo…” she sobbed now, “It’s in me…”
Ichigo froze.
“I’m pregnant…” she whimpered, closing
her eyes and looking away.
“He’s put it in me!”
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Japanese Vocabulary List
--Doushite: Why
-Gomen (nasai): I’m sorry
-(chi)Kuso: Damn it
-Onegai:
Please
-Reiatsu: Spirit Pressure
-Sode no Shirayuki: The name of Rukia’s
Zanpakuto, translated in English as being the ‘Sleeve of the White Snow’
-Tsukishiro:
The first attack of Rukia’s Zanpakuto, ‘Pale Moon’
-Yamete: Stop
Next Week: 4.Blurred Reflections – On the Precipice of Darkness
To Be Continued…
-BDP-
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