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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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Once Ishida and Orihime left the building, they caught the last available bus home. Hands still intertwined Uryuu glanced around for a seat. Finding only one, he nodded towards it. Orihime whispered, “Why don't we share it, Uryuu kun?”
“Share it but that would mean...” Uryuu mumbled, blushing brightly. Orihime urged him towards the seat enthusiastically then plopped on his lap.
“That's right, Uryuu kun,” she giggled. Reluctantly Ishida wrapped his arms around the living weight wriggling and rested his head against her shoulder. She sat crosswise to get comfortable unaware or at least polite enough not to comment about the growing problem beneath her soft plush bottom.
When they reached the stop before his building, Uryuu urged Orihime to walk immediately in front of him to hide the obvious erection tenting his pants. He half shuffled on the way back to his apartment where he led Orihime up the stairs towards, intent on returning her hospitality. She did not question until she realized it was not her stop.
“Your place?” she whispered holding his hand.
“Well, I do have a slightly larger futon,” he coughed, pushing up his glasses. “And it's closer.”
“Okay Uryuu kun,” she nodded, walking up to the stairwell hand in hand with her boyfriend. He fished for his keys in the pocket still whispering to her to precede him. She noticed the tenting in his pants and licked her lips to know she was the cause.
He gave her a nervous smile, grunting as the key stuck in the lock. “It’s a bit jammed. Hold on…”
Orihime saw the slightly chipped and fading paint on the front of the door. She rested a hand on Uryuu’s blue jacket and rubbed lightly. From behind, she hugged him and rubbed her cheek to the back of his neck along his hairline. Once the locks clicked open, he pulled Orihime into the open door.
Both of them stood inside a small efficiency unit, with a kitchen off to their immediate left. A desk piled high with books sat 20 feet from the door against the wall opposite the door. Another door led to what Orihime figured was a bathroom. Blue and white striped curtains with ruffled tops decorated the windows, drawn tightly. Through the blinds beneath them, she saw slits of orange light until he reached past her to click on the light.
“I love the curtains. They’re so cute,” Orihime commented, spinning around inside the space.
It smelled faintly of fabric softener. She let go of him and then looked up to his nervous face. Ishida rested his hands on her shoulders and murmured, “This is where I live.”
He spun her around and slammed the door closed, pushing her between himself and it. Orihime giggled with surprise, pulling him into an enthusiastic hug. His slender body felt wonderful and slightly cool though his breath fanned hot and expectant against her face. Up into those exotic blue eyes she looked, brushing her nose to his. “Uryuu kun,” she whispered.
“Orihime chan,” murmured Ishida in a low whisper, his eyes deep and dark with passion.
She seized his shoulders eagerly once he thrust his face in hers and covered her lips in a kiss. Tugging on his tie, she used it to hold his face in place. When he pressed his body to hers, she parted her knees so he could fit more comfortably against her. Tongues merged in a hungry and heady kiss preceding a quick stumble in the direction of the futon.
“Whoops,” she chuckled as he steadied her against him. He smiled and stroked her back gently then yelped at her hands sliding down to his rear.
“I ah…” he stammered, caught by surprise. Again, Orihime peppered his face with small soft kisses, hugging him tightly.
“Mmm,” Orihime purred, determined to make him forget all about that conversation before in the hospital.
The Quincy snaked out a leg to kick the futon open so he would not have to let go of the beautiful woman in his arms. She renewed the kiss eagerly almost knocking him over onto it. Orihime was determined to help him with his problem and found it all an exciting game to assuage the tingling in her body. Half sprawled over him she landed on the futon and then squirmed to straddle his hips.
“Now you know why I loathe buttons,” he whispered up at her tangling his fingers in her shirt.
“They get in the way,” Orihime agreed as she found the zipper on his and eased it open pushing the halves aside. They were in a frantic haste between endless kisses and the effort to tear their clothes off. He had pushed up her skirt once she rolled over beneath him and giggled through the kiss tangling fingers in his hair.
“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled. Light reflected off his glasses for a split second once he hovered over her, dipping to kiss her neck. She sighed and closed her eyes at the soft wet lips caressing along her collarbone. His nimble fingers unsnapped her bra just like before to free her breasts to his warm ticklish lips. Her soft small cries encouraged him to explore more.
“Uryuu, please can we... go further?” Orihime asked, resting her hands on his belt buckle.
“Do... you want to?” he murmured. “You don't have to just because...”
“It's okay,” Orihime murmured. “I wanted you in Hueco Mundo remember. Please be with me...”
“I can't say no to you, Orihime san,” Uryuu said in a deep desire tinged voice.
“You sound so sexy then. Like a huge growling cat all purry,” Orihime cooed, playing with getting his belt off. He gasped quickly feeling her hand squeezing his lump.
“Orihime san, not so fast. I don't want to... before I...” he pleaded.
“Okay,” she said, removing her hand and instead helping him unzip his pants so he could shimmy out of them. Already from the press of her panty-covered crotch to his now bare leg he felt the moisture creeping through.
She did not question why he had the foil wrapped squares in his wallet, figuring because his father was a doctor he carried them around, or like most boys, he did just to claim he had a girlfriend. He bent down and kissed her after her knees parted for him and she gazed up at him hands grabbing at his thin shoulders and muscular arms.
In the orange hued haze, Ishida settled between her legs and reached down to rip open a package. She saw him fumbling to get the condom on right, leaned up to try, and help him. Feeling her fingers sliding over his length Ishida struggled to keep himself from losing control. Reverently he rested his hands on her hips and she wrapped her legs around his waist lifting herself on her hands.
Along the inner surface of her thigh, his tip slicked eliciting a nervous giggle from her. He bent down and kissed her, holding his tip with his left hand. It touched right against her most needy place causing her to yelp, “Uryuu kun...”
“Do you still want to do this, Orihime chan,” he murmured.
Orihime nodded. “Yes Uryuu kun, please. I want you just like this...”
Knowing he could not' refuse her he slowly pushed into her, feeling the resistance. She let out a long low gasp, wriggling and squirming as he grasped her hip and moaned. Orihime shivered a bit under him clinging hard to his shoulders with her long fingers that dug into his muscles. Uryuu groaned deeply and kissed her softly on the shoulder.
His hands squeezed her breasts for a moment and then he whispered, “Orihime san?”
“Uryuu kun,” she murmured, breathing and panting at the discomfort she felt.
In and out, he thrust almost uncoordinated with her efforts to raise her hips. It took a few tries to find a mutual tempo but they soon stumbled upon it. The overstuffed feeling turned into a tingling itch she yelped and panted to try to fill. At the same time, his frenzied kisses and gasps kept time with his thrusts inside her.
“Orihime chan... ohhh...” Uryuu whispered as his sweat dripped down on her face.
“I feel all tingly Uryuu kun don't stop!” she pleaded reaching up to pull him down in a kiss.
Ishida turned her over tumbling into a long fall towards release. Their reishi merged into a coherent whole, his Quincy energy singing over her skin as he made her his.

****
Back at the hospital, a burst of nicotine-laden smoke drifted past Tatsuki once she turned to see Dr. Ishida towering over her with a cigarette held to his lips. Both hands were thrust in his pockets. His brow wrinkled in a frown directed at her. “It was completely unnecessary and disrespectful to challenge me in front of my son, Tatsuki...”
“And it was unnecessary for you to be a pain in the rear in front of his girlfriend! Isn't it getting old to keep nagging him? How's it been working for the last few years, Ryuuken? Honestly!” Tatsuki said, frowning back at him.
“He IS my son,” he murmured, inhaling a drag on his cigarette.
“And you're his father. What's your point? Could you at least try to relax and just go with the flow a tiny bit?” Tatsuki requested, stepping right into his personal space and seizing the front of his jacket.
Smoke wreathed his head twitching her nose as he exhaled again. “When you have children of your own I think you'll comprehend.”
“Uh huh, whatever you say, Ryuuken,” Tatsuki murmured letting go of his jacket. “So are you done here or what?”
“It is rather late and tomorrow is a school day,” Dr. Ishida said looking at his watch. “Time to leave I think.”
Tatsuki nodded, striding off to fetch her school bag while Dr. Ishida collected his belongings and stuffed his briefcase. In silence, he turned off all the lights then opened the door for Tatsuki to leave before him. Neither asked the other what would happen next but walked down to the parking garage together hand in hand.
Somewhat weary Tatsuki yawned and stretched. Then she realized she had forgotten something. “Damn...”
“What is it?' the Quincy asked as he pushed up his glasses.
“I left my jacket behind in the hospital,” she mumbled.
“You may wear my coat,” Dr. Ishida offered but Tatsuki was halfway back to the stairwell before he could stop her.
“Just wait a bit Doc I won't be long,” Tatsuki called to him.
Sighing the silver haired Quincy quickly followed her, putting his briefcase in the car. “Young lady,” he mumbled as he took off after her.
Tatsuki used her ID card to get back in and found her jacket lying near the elevator. She grabbed it and then waved to the nighttime security clerk. After he nodded her through, she walked the short distance through the corridor to the parking garage. All the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she stopped and then glanced down.
A howling echo reached her ears. Turning around Tatsuki rushed down the way she came and burst out the side door of the main hospital, in the direction she heard the hollow. Dust flew up as it moved across the street just in front of the hospital, scattering people in its wake.
“Where are those damn shinigami?” she mumbled as she looked back and forth. She saw the chain partly attached to a lone spirit of a young boy, crying out in fear.
“Wait, this way!” Tatsuki shouted. She hoped that whatever Shinigami was on duty would come quickly or else...
Unfortunately, the boy spirit stood rigid in fear as he realized Tatsuki was yelling at him. She charged forwards, reishi surging under her feet. “Out of my way, hey!” she yelled to the people nearby who were walking across at the crosswalk.
Over them unseen to them loomed the hulking shape of the hollow. Aura flaming around her Tatsuki shot around to the back of the massive shape the height and dimensions of an elephant. As its mask swiveled Tatsuki charged in a kick slamming into the lower leg joint. She then flipped over and punched at the other leg causing the hollow to turn its attention to her.
Then she flipped over and ran up the side of the building gathering spirit pressure under her feet. Flipping up she landed on the hollow's back and then slammed her fist into the back of its mask with pinpoint precision. As the hollow dissolved into spirit particles under her feet, she landed in a crouch position not far from the boy.
“M... miss... thank you,” the frightened whole murmured as Tatsuki wandered up to him.
“No problem. Now let's get you someplace less open till the Shinigami come and send you onto the next world,” Tatsuki said.
“Shinigami?” the boy whole muttered, looking up at her with confusion in his translucent eyes.
“Hold that thought,” Tatsuki muttered, sensing something to the rear and above her. Spirit pressure deviated as she thought, pushing against her skin. Grabbing the whole she dragged him towards the barrier that Ryuuken had set around the hospital.
“Stay!” she yelled, swiveling around. Two shriekers flapped about. One of them dove towards her quickly. Tatsuki drew back her fist and punched hard. She tumbled out of the way and then blocked the attack of the other firing a cero towards her with crossed arms. Easily reishi formed under her sneakers as she ran in a zigzag pattern at a fast shunpo worthy of a low-level shinigami.
Ceros slammed just to the right of her feet, missing her by inches. A hand holding a metallic bow trained it up towards the first shrieker, dispatching it with ease. Noticing its companion was gone, the second swooped down screaming towards the figure standing stoically with upraised bow. Ryuuken waved Tatsuki over towards him and fired a second shot.
“You should have stayed behind the barrier,” said Ryuuken quietly.
“Well excuse me but there weren't any shinigami around!” Tatsuki snapped at him.
“There are now,” Ryuuken said. “You could have simply brought him into the barrier.”
“You do things your way and I’ll do them mine,” she retorted, ducking behind him once he raised his bow once more. Back to back, they saw more hollows emerging from dark holes in the buckling weave of open air.
“Damn it,” Ryuuken cursed under his breath noticing the lights of oncoming traffic.
He moved behind a nearby tree, taking Tatsuki by the hand as he did so, and then aimed discretely. She dashed out towards the left, fire blazing around her form.
“Licht regen,” Ryuuken mumbled under his breath. Bluish white arrows sizzled in a diagonal spray hitting each hollow just as it emerged from its hole. Others emerging near the barrier were slammed back by fire tinged punches from the Val tudo champion.
“You can’t keep this up forever!” she mumbled. “We’re going to have to…”
“I’m aware of that. Tatsuki use it,” Ryuuken called to her. She nodded, reaching for the small ginto in her pocket. Dashing out among the hollow holes, she hurled one down.
“Fire in the hole,” Tatsuki called, hurling another before Ryuuken chanted, “HEISEN!”
A large explosion slammed in bluish white light once Tatsuki ducked behind him. The force blew back Ryuuken’s jacket as he stood facing the main blast. Panting she bent over double. Then she stood up and took the hand he extended to her. A petite dark haired figure appeared in a blur of black close to the hospital. Tatsuki felt Ryuuken move quickly, pulling her with him with his arm around her hip towards the parking garage.
***
Once Rukia reached the confused whole, she frowned. She could have sworn she sensed human reishi and that of a Quincy. Next to her the boy whole said, “If you mean the nice lady and the grey suited man with the bow and arrows they’re gone that way…”
“Then you did see hollows,” Rukia mumbled looking at him with a concerned look in her sapphire blue eyes.
“A whole lot of ‘em. But this old man had a weird bow and…”
“Old man?” Rukia chuckled awkwardly. She smiled at the whole and rested a hand on his shoulder. “Look, it’s time for you to go to the soul society. You won’t have to see any more of those monsters…”
“Soul society?” the boy murmured, wiping tears from his eyes.
“It will be okay. There are many friendly people waiting to say hello. They’ll be really nice to you and you’ll have all kinds of new friends,” Rukia said softly, nodding to him. “Now close your eyes and count to three…”
Nervously the boy did just that. Rukia inverted her zanpakuto and gently touched its hilt to the boy’s head. As she had done countless times before she created a blue mark glowing for a split second. The rising hell butterfly popping out of the ground then heralded the slow sinking of the boy into a pool of expanding blue.
“Another soul burial down,” she said soberly. For an instant, she missed that loudmouthed substitute that she had come to love. All too aware that he had lost his power in a massive surge and lay comatose in the clinic across town.
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Softly Ryuuken nipped behind her ear. His companion spun around and caugth him in a kiss. Dispelling his bow he urged her into his apartment building and they rode quickly up to his floor. Long kisses and caresses did not cease even when they opened the door to Dr. Ishida's apartment and entered.
Something about fighting together caused Tatsuki's desire for him to escalate, and she held tightly onto his double breasted jacket. Her tongue thrust hard past his lips causing Dr. Ishida to moan deeply. Half picking her up he carried her down the hall to his room. Against her bare leg she felt the evidence of his own arousal hard and firm. As much as he professed to hating to be a Quincy something about their shared battle had increased his sex drive.
The nips on her lip were more aggressive and spurred on a bolt of desire down her body. She groaned and unbuttoned his jacket, sliding it down his shoulders. He didn't stop her but shrugged it off so it dropped to the floor.
Strong hands scooped her up and swung her around to deposit her on the large bed. Tatsuki groaned as she was pressed down under his slender strong body, her hips parted by his strong hands. Ryuuken hissed in impatience but groaned in relief when Tatsuki finally unzipped his pants and freed him. Once she tore at his shirt to get it unbuttoned he half growled yanking at hers.
His vest fell to the floor in one piece with his blue shirt and the tie that snaked down over top her shirt and skirt. Underneath she felt the soft firm mattress and soft plush sheets caressing her back. A pillow cradled her neck, eyes looking up into his behind his glasses. She realized she still wore her socks when Ryuuken cupped her breasts and squeezed. Suppressing the yelp in a kiss, she shivered.

Her bra was soon unfastened and flung to some corner of the room with his undershirt.
She pushed him by one shoulder, pinned him under, sighing as she swung a leg over him, and sat on his hips. For the first time she got a good look at his muscular body revealed except for his underwear between them and her panties. Again, his hands seemed glued to her breasts and reached to pinch the nipples in a more dominant manner than she was used to, but it suited her fine.
They somehow almost tore the underwear off one another, fierce and frantic lips meeting in another kiss. Tatsuki slipped her lips out from under his dominating the kiss hungrily as she ground down into him. Ryuuken groaned deeply, rocking up under her. She wondered how he had such energy at his age and with his habits but thought better than to ask the question once she remembered what he was.
Slipping his one hand between them he thrust his fingers into hers soaking them with her excitement. The Quincy only stopped to grab a condom from the bedside table and tore it open. She watched him slip it on, touched that he was concerned about that. Yet she was confused as to why he had forgotten in the office unless he had realized the same thing she had. Tatsuki squeezed him a few times and then gasped as he twisted over and thrust down into her.
“Mmm ohhh...” she groaned from the force of his thrusts, meeting him just as strongly with her legs tightening around his hips. Though she had been with nobody else, she could not imagine anyone else pounding into her with such strength and precision.
Alternatively, returning her kisses with such a balance between aggression and tenderness. Using the squeezing pinches of her nipples to push her closer to a release that she knew they both needed from the tension of the day.
This time she yelped and shivered as she clenched on him, reaching a release almost immediately. Ryuuken's smirk made her either want to smack him or kiss him because he seemed proud of himself. Tatsuki squeezed down inside of him in retaliation, loving his low throaty moan.
He had somehow removed his glasses in all the fuss and she could look at him more openly now. The slight hints of a smile and the intense concentration in his dark eyes riveted her attention encouraging him to push her hardest to give him what he had given her. That final thrust that pushed deepest inside along with the fierce kiss told her he was almost there.
Then she bit down on his lips with the tingling she had encountered from the combined stimulation of his pounding in just the right places and his massage of her breasts. Ryuuken grunted and shuddered, holding her hips flush against his. A warm rush exploded not inside her but over her skin at the same time she almost saw white and the tingling snapped into a wave of well being that clenched her heart and left her breathless.
Tatsuki gasped, pressed between her lover and the comfortable mattress. His breaths slowed and she felt a blue surge that settled over her, which she had before, but not to the same extent. So intense was it that she felt overwhelmed in a similar wary to when Aizen had almost crushed her with the force of his spirit energy. However, this was not crushing but uplifting.
Hot sticky and warm she caught her breath, finding it difficult with him laying on top of her. Tatsuki shifted, feeling one last shivering that made her yelp and caused him to slowly move a few last times inside so she could finish.
His low contented sigh made her almost chuckle. He seemed much more relaxed stretched atop her and buried deep inside her. If he were less of an ass, she would not mind keeping him this way for a good portion of the time. Kissing his ear she whispered, “You're a lot less of a pain when you've gotten laid, Ryuuken.”
“That's a rather common way of stating a known fact after such a passionate experience,” he mumbled lifting his head. All she felt was his hand on her hip and the motion of her body to the side before she lay on top of his body and could finally breathe properly.
Even though she tried to move his hands, gripping her backside and squeezing it sensually held her rigidly in place. Tatsuki swallowed hard, feeling that tingling returning and glared at him. He sighed and shifted just enough so she had another breath catching, heart pounding high that shivered her senses.
The leisurely kiss he gave her finished it off just like the perfect desert and Tatsuki felt smug from the benefit of experience he shared. To think someone as ice cold as he was could be so warm and molten hot between the sheets. Reluctantly Tatsuki shifted and Ryuuken untangled himself from her to turn over and dispose of something.
“Thanks for using protection,” she said softly.
“Mmm?” Ryuuken murmured, releasing her as he reached over to the bedside table with one hand. Tatsuki knew what that meant from the rustle of cellophane and the fumbled taps for a lighter.
“Before you light that coffin nail, I just wanted to thank you for using a... one of those,” she mumbled.
“I was negligent in taking the precaution earlier. The degree of prevention should not fall solely upon you,” said Ryuuken as he turned over and lit the cigarette. “Dealing with my son reminded me of the importance of responsibility.”
“Well if something DID happen,” Tatsuki muttered. “It's not as if I'd want to um... well...”
“I would not shirk my responsibilities,” he replied. Ryuuken set the cigarette in the tray and then pulled her to his side again. He bent down and kissed her right on the corner of her lips knowing she hated the taste of him after he'd smoked.
"That's sweet of you," she mumbled. Tatsuki however glided her lips over to deepen the kiss. As he tried to respond, he then realized that she had fallen fast asleep in his arms. Finishing his cigarette, he then turned off the light after he crushed it out.
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