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Reflection	By : Mirrors1984 Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 13988 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8

They watched the remainder of the movie in silence. Orihime studied the Hollow beside her discreetly and she noted that he wasn’t particularly seeing what the movie depicted on the old TV screen in front of the room. He just sat there with blank eyes, a slight mocking smile curving the corners of his lips. It was eerie how much he did and didn’t look like Ichigo. She supposed that there were vast differences in the fact that the Hollow was more expressive than her friend including the whiteness of his skin and hair.

For a moment, she hated to admit it, a dark little evil part of her actually found him more attractive in his inhuman appearance. It was wrong, of course. She told herself that. Kurosaki-kun was full of color and life, but his Hollow had an oppressive atmosphere that followed him. It was dead, cold and sticky, so clogging that it blanketed her skin hotly.

Strangely enough, that dark energy emanating from him was arousing and drew far more attention from her than she would have liked. Was it the danger of having someone like him so close? Was it that he disrespected her by not treating her like a little girl that needed protecting from both physical and mentally scarring day-to-day things? She guessed that the answers to those questions would never be answered. He was a Hollow and those like him either spoke in riddles or told blatant lies. He wouldn’t have the answers that she wanted and if he did, he wouldn’t tell them.

To her disgust, her knees knocked together in anxiety and her chest felt tight for some reason. It was like her breasts were being fondled, their nipples being pinched, by invisible hands.

“Don’t worry, lil’ hime. We’ll finish soon.” his echoing voice entered her thoughts as the florescent lights from the ceiling of the classroom were turned on. She blinked against its sting.

“Okay, class I hope that you guys enjoyed the movie because there will be a test on it on Monday,” Ochi-sensei said happily and clearly from the front of the room, earning a couple of groans from her students.

Orihime had trouble absorbing her words and the rest of them for that matter. Her ears faintly picked up the sounds of the students rising from their seats and picking up their things.

“I believe that’s our cue to leave,” the Hollow said pleasantly, an obvious smile in his voice.

“Huh?!” she glanced at him and saw that he was staring again with that secretive little smirk that showed no teeth.

“School. Isn’t it over?”

It is! her eyes widened in horror. That was what he meant by finishing soon. That he’s going to pick up were we left off.

That smile of his broadened, his glowing eyes drinking in her expression.

“We’re gonna have so much fun today,” those devil’s eyes promised it as he stood up fluidly.

Gulping at the fact that he was going to hunt her down if she ran, or hurt anyone that happened to run into them on the way out of the building, she too stood up, picking up her bag along the way. No one seemed to notice the change in Ichigo’s usual scowl as they made their way out of the classroom. Even Ochi-sensei smiled at them as they left. It was strange how everyone seemed to accept him.

Why is everyone acting like he’s normal? that was her thought as they walked down the hallway full of milling students, talking and slamming their lockers preparing for the long awaited weekend. He walked beside her, a picture of absolute calmness and self-confidence.

She gripped the strap of her backpack tighter while looking at the creepy smirking arrogance on his pale face from the corner of her eyes.

“Hime!” recognizing that flirty shrill voice that shouted from behind her, she swirled around to see Chizuru heading her way.

Oh no! How would he react if she were to-?

The over-excited redhead didn’t give her time to finish that panicky mental question as she rushed to her and gave one of those ‘squishy’ hugs that purposely pressed her full breasts against her chest. It was embarrassing to have that done in front of a quietly observing Hollow that didn’t stop smiling.

“Um, I really have to go-!”

“Oh, I know that, you cutie-pie!” the other girl pulled away from her, beaming a careless smile. “I just wanted to say goodbye before you left!”

“Oh, well… Goodbye!” Waving sloppily, Orihime pasted on a smile that she secretly hoped would convince her.

“Oi, Kurosaki, you seem rather chummy with Hime all of the sudden. What’s up?” her jaw dropped at how the redhead suddenly looked at the Hollow with sharp suspicious eyes. To emphasize her suspicions, she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and narrowed her eyes in a measuring manner.

“She asked me to take her to her apartment since Arisawa is busy for the rest of the afternoon,” he answered easily, shocking her.

“Ahh… is that so?” Orihime looked at her other friend wondering how it was that the Hollow with his strange appearance and voice was able to appear like Ichigo in front of the whole school. It was uncanny. How could they not see it?! It was so obvious that it wasn’t Ichigo! He smiled more, his voice was more even and smooth. Everything about him contrasted with her friend!

“Shouldn’t we go, Inoue?” her eyes widened at how he switched from calling her his ‘lil’ hime’ to Inoue. His eyes smiled down at her, but held a hint of warning.

He’s pretending.

“Yeah… Kurosaki-kun…”, she nodded meekly and the warning glint in his eyes vanished.

“Does your girlfriend know that you’re walking such a pretty girl like Inoue home?” Chizuru pointed out a bit too loudly, making other students in the hall stop to stare at them.

The grin on the Hollow’s face seemed a bit forced now. More like a grimace and scowl in one that had the semblance of a slight smile that was meant as a brush-off.

“Rukia knows and no, she doesn’t care. She trusts Inoue enough. Unlike some people that have dirty minds that want to see otherwise,” those words came out through his smiling teeth. The annoyance rolling off him was tangible and had Orihime blanching at what he would do. He had proven to be rather unpredictable so far.

Not believing it, Chizuru stared hard at him, “Ahhh…-”

“You know what?! I have a lot of homework to do and chores! Yeah, chores! So, we could just leave this for… ah, Monday!” Orihime interrupted what was slowly becoming a fight. She highly doubted that anyone in all of Karakura could win against Ichigo’s Hollow. It was too much of a risk to find out.

“If you say so…,” Chizuru said slowly, giving the Hollow another hard stare.

“Right! We should go, Kurosaki-kun! Didn’t you have to go help your father at the clinic?!” she laughed anxiously, really wanting to leave. If people kept stopping them, she didn’t know what he would do. His patience level was a mystery and by seeing the dark promise of retribution in those golden orbs that spoke of evil in its purest form, it was obvious that having him around people was a bad idea.

We have to go, now!

“You’re so right… Inoue.” there was a mocking edge to how he said her last name, like he had an inner joke.

“Yeah…,” she said slowly, then smiled brightly at the suspicious redhead, “See you later, Honsho-san!”

Feeling a hand grip her wrist, she stiffened, knowing that he had taken hold of her to turn her around so they could continue on to the exit. It was going to take her forever to get used to his touch, since as soon as that white ghostly hand with black nails made contact with her skin, her heart leaped in her chest.

“Let’s go…”

All she could do is nod as he steered her away from the gaping, sputtering redhead and through the halls. They walked steadily and unhurriedly, but whenever some students said their goodbyes to either her or the Hollow impersonating Ichigo, he would tighten his grasp on her wrist and pull her closer as if someone were going to tear her away from him. She wondered if he even knew who half of those people waving at them on their passage through the building were.

She blushed, realizing how people seeing them walking out in the street would see them. They would probably think that they were a young couple.

I hope no one we know sees this. The Hollow looks like Kurosaki-kun in front of everyone but me. They wont be able to tell the difference!

Fearful thinking of how their friends would react, she flinched at hearing the Hollow speak.

“We’re here.”

Looking up, she paled. Her apartment building loomed just in front of them and the sight of it practically screamed danger. It wasn’t a dirty unfinished building, or a classroom full of students. It was her home; where she had lived with her brother before his death, where she had mistakenly felt safe until he tore his way into it. Her whole body had gone rigid at the mere quiet appearance of the inoffensive small building.

“C’mon. You’re startin’ to hurt my feelings.” he sang out teasingly, pulling her with him towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

“Um, s-sorry.” She just didn’t know how to act around him. She barely knew the first thing about him other than that he was Ichigo’s Hollow. Things would have been easier to bear if he at least had a name other than ‘Hollow’.

Luckily, none of her neighbors were outside to see her being dragged by a boy to her apartment. It was already looked down on that she had lived alone since her brother had died. So far, over the years her neighbors had come to accept her, seeing her as a ‘good girl’ that never caused trouble or had wanton behavior with boys. If any of them found out about the Hollow that looked like Ichigo intending to do sexual things to her in the very building that families called home, she would surely be kicked out.

They both went up the stairs, him walking ahead of her, his fingers still wrapped around her wrist. She bit her lip at how he could easily dominate her. He hadn’t been violent, but her body automatically followed and accepted his advances like it was natural. Like that night at the abandoned building. He had so effortlessly dominated her and forced her to willingly participate in her own degradation.

He finally released her wrist when they reached the door of her apartment. Instinctively knowing what he was waiting for, she blushed and unbuttoned a couple of buttons at the top of her blouse. The Hollow’s brows shot up and he chuckled when she dug into her bra and pulled out the key to her apartment. Barely anyone, except Tatsuki knew of her habit of hiding her keys there and now the Hollow saw her ‘little secret’. She didn’t hide the key there out of being a pervert or anything, it was just that she could be quite forgetful and tossing it in her backpack would make it difficult to find. However, in her bra she always felt it close.

With her face so hot that her hair felt as if it were going to combust, she went past the Hollow patiently waiting by the doorframe and eyeing her hungrily to unlock the door. Why did he have to look at her like that? He looked like he wanted to devour her with those hooded evil eyes.

She was the first to walk into the dark apartment and to take off her shoes. The thought that now he was going to taint her private domain had her twitching nervously as she heard him enter the dark room and lightly close the door behind him. He obviously locked them in as well because there were a series of resounding metallic clicks of all of the locks lining her door being set in place.

Don’t turn around.

“Ah, lil’ hime,” the Hollow sighed behind her almost dreamily, making her shudder and close her eyes.

“Scared?” he asked teasingly and the sound of his socked feet dragging across the carpeted floor of her living room had her whimpering lowly. He was approaching her so silently, but with so much clear intent that she nearly screamed when his arms wrapped around her waist, drawing her tightly to the front of his body. Something hard poked at her butt and her eyes widened at realizing what it was.

The arms around her waist rose so that his hands were cupping her full breasts, pushing them together and squeezing. His hips rotated behind her gently, making his arousal press and raise her school skirt a couple of inches.

“Has anyone told you how fuckable you are, lil’ hime?”

Wincing, she jerkily shook her head no. No one would have said that or would even want to. People said she was pretty or cute, but didn’t push it further than that. The Hollow was the only one bold enough to say that.

One of his hands abandoned her breasts and trailed down her waist, hip until reaching the hem of her skirt. Her breath hitched when he lifted the cloth, rubbing it against his thigh.

“I thought so. Humans are so boring,” he said casually, that sneaky hand of his slowly descending between her thighs. Once his fingertips brushed the crotch of her panties, he tugged lightly and the redness of her face heightened. She could already feel the sharp needy ache clenching in her lower belly. Why would she want this? There had to be something wrong with her body.

The hand on her breast kneaded a little harder and a groan came from the Hollow behind her.

She closed her eyes and opened them slowly which had been a mistake, for when she did she saw the shelf in which her brother’s shrine was located.

NO! NOT IN FRONT OF HIM!

It would shoot her shame to incomparable heights doing things with that Hollow in front of her brother’s eternally smiling image. If she was going to allow this to go any further, they would have to do it in another room.

“Ah, we should take this to… th-the bedroom.” It was hard to speak when the Hollow’s chin rested on her shoulder and the tugging of her panties was persistent and irritatingly playful.

“So eager?”

Her eyes stung at the truth. She honestly didn’t want him to stop and it made her feel dirty. The kind of ‘good dirty’, Rangiku had told her once about. Nasty dirty that one became easily addicted to no matter how guilty it made you feel.

“Yeah…”
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