DISCLAIMER: The characters in this little story of mine are based on a fantastic anime called Bleach. I do not own that work of art so sad but true.
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Chapter 1 The Facts of life
I am happy in my own way, I may not be that girl that jumps up and down for no apparent reason but to jump up and down, and I may not be the girl that squeals at silly stuff for the sake of squealing and I may not know what my smile looks like personally but Hell considering my past I think I'm the happiest person on the damn planet.
The name's Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck but most people just call me Nel. There really isn't anything too special about me, I like to think of myself as ordinary, bland; as in move on people not much to see here. But if you were to ask my two sisters and my dad they would tell you I'm the most amazing person on the planet.
But they're bias wouldn't you agree?
Ah, Well let's see what else about me. I used to have long wavy sea green hair that reached to the small of my back, but about a week ago I chopped it all off. Now it's a short sea green pixie do. The long hair really wasn't my idea but then again when you spend four years of your life in a coma nothing really is your idea.
Now let's see what else about me oh, yeah I have hazel eyes, which used to be my favorite feature about myself but now I have a rather large scar going down the center of my face from my forehead to the tip of my nose. So, needless to say I haven't seen my eyes in a long while.
Right after I recovered from the coma I tried to cover up the nasty scar or at least draw attention away from it by getting a tattoo across my face, it was nothing more than a crimson line that ran beneath my eyes. But of course that only attracted more attention to my face. Not a smart move on my part.
"Okay Mizz Oder." He was a round sort of fella the guy talking to me. He had a bald spot dead center of his head and he had a mustache that reminded me of the monopoly guy. Hmm, interesting. "Mizz Oddell." Mister Simmons as he liked to call himself was struggling a little bit with my last name like most people do. I smiled at him ya know that unnerving kind of smile where you know the person is faking it but you just don't want to admit to them that you know. Yeah that one.
"It's Okay Mr. Simmons." I said raising my hand to silence him, shaking my head at the same time. "Just call me Nel. Most people do anyway." The round man looked relieve to say the least as he sat back down. We were sitting in his closet sized office. He didn't have much in there besides his desk, his own chair, my chair, a couple of pictures on his desk, his desktop computer and a manilla folder with my name written on it.
"Okay Miss Nel." I guess he just couldn't drop the formalities to save his life oh well. "You are all set to start the beginning of the fall term." He stood up so did I. He extended his hand for me to shake and I did so obligingly.
"Oh Nel this is awesome." My younger sister Orihime squealed a few minutes later. Now that is a girl that squeals for not apparent reason but to squeal, but I love her all the same.
They met me outside the registrar's office and when I came out they started bombarding me with questions I didn't really feel like answering. As it were we were currently walking towards Rangiku's two door Scion parked across campus.
"Do you have your schedule?" Rangiku asked me, blinking her eyes knowingly.
Well, shit how was I supposed to know that I was supposed to ask for that before I left Mr. Round man's office. I haven't been in a real school in….in a long time dammit. I shrugged my shoulders and then shook my head. Rangiku flipped her long red-orange hair. She was gorgeous to say the least a nice full rack that made the boys drool, nice slim waist, nice legs, nice arms, nice pretty white smile and big blue eyes, yup like I said she was gorgeous.
"Oh Neliel what are we going to do with you?" She asked with a hint of sarcasm. She smiled warmly at me. Of course she understood why I didn't have it but it didn't stop her from giving me shit about it. I shrugged again to her question and she smiled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
Orihime the younger of us three began to giggle. Oh did I forget to mention she's also the girl that giggles for no reason but to giggle. She was a red head too although a little lighter than Rangiku. She was also blessed in the boob department. Her hips were slightly wider than Rangiku's but still smaller than my own. She was a girl of average height and although she could turn heads and make the boys trip over their own feet it was almost like she was completely oblivious to it (Rangiku would argue so was I), and she always walked like she was floating on air. Today was no exception, she was wearing a white strapless summer dress and gold flat open toed sandals. I gotta say I totally envied her.
"Oh poo, I wanted to see if you got that sex class I signed you up for. They say the guy who teaches it is a real. Hmm how can I say it, sex icon, sex god, sex rock star. Sexy as hell and not to mention he's extremely liberal and open to just about everything." Rangiku was beaming as she told me all of this.
"If he is so amazing why don't you take the class?" That came out a tad bit more sarcastic than I meant I gotta say I was rather proud of myself in that moment.
"Becauuuuse, it's only open to Pysch majors which I am not." Rangiku grabbed me by my left hand as she walked along side me. Well, she was working on her second degree she might as well just go for three right?
The sun was blazing down on me and I turned my face up in reaction, of course Rangiku would think the expression was meant for her not the sun.
"Ya know you missed out on your fun years because of your coma and it's high time you catch up." Well damn, that's putting it blunt. Can you tell Rangiku is known as the honest one in our bunch.
"I don't need to catch up, I'm fine in the…." I did a quick scan of the area, the campus was buzzing with students seeing how it was the middle of the day. "bedroom." I made sure to say that part extremely low. But of course my desire to keep my sex life a secret totally went over Rangiku's head.
"You've slept with one guy and he wasn't even that good. I don't think that qualifies as fine." Insert me face palming here, how embarrassing I'm sure my perfect peached color face was blazing a nice shade of tomato red at the moment. "It's okay. If we can't turn you out by the end of summer, I'm sure he will in the fall." Rangiku bumped my left side with her hip and I looked up at her questionably she only continued smiling but didn't offer much else to what she meant.
"Do you know what the hell she's going on about?" I turned to my right, Orihime nodded. "Care to share?" I asked and she shook her head. I need to say how much I hate surprises and those two whores knew that.
Six weeks later I found myself in a airport bound for Lima Peru. My dad had me in the biggest bear hug of my life, while my arms hung limply at my side hoping that he would get the picture to let me go.
"Da-Dad." I tapped his back between his shoulders blades with my right hand.
"Look out fer sharks, okay." He said, kissing my right ear.
"Yup."
"And don't go sleeping in hostels, They have bed bugs."
"Yup." He had told me all of this already and if memory serves me right he's going to tell me next not to eat anything from street vendors.
"And don't go eating stuff from the street vendors." I couldn't help it I had to roll my eyes but it's okay he didn't see it, because I was still in the bear hug, my chin resting on his right shoulder and because he was so tall I had to stand on the tip of my toes to do that.
"Yup." He finally released me and I took in a huge gulp of air.
My dad looked a young 44 of course he was developing some crows feet at the corner of his eyes but the rest of his face was as smooth as a baby's bottom. He had a full head of soft light baby blue hair with a silver streak in the front. He had the biggest and brightest blue eyes that I had ever seen. When I was a kid I used to call him kool-aid eyes just because they reminded me of the blue kool-aid we sometimes drank. He also had green tattooed lines underneath his eyes, don't ask me why they were there they've been there since I can remember. It was still early in the morning; like before the sun was up early. So, my Dad was sporting gray jogging pants a white t-shirt black leather nike shower shoes and white socks.
He flashed me his award winning smile, which looked strangely devilish. He was nervous and he was trying to pass it off as a smile. And then he pulled me in for another hug around my neck.
"Daddy!" Okay that sounded whiney.
"You're going to make them miss their plane Grimm." Ichigo walked up to us. He was my sisters father and my father's lover. He placed a hand on my Dad's shoulder and the man reluctantly let me go.
"Thanks Ichi." I said when my dad finally let me go. I thought my old man was going to tear up but he didn't he just looked at me with the most solemn expression ever. I swear he hasn't always been this way. If you nearly lost your only child in a car wreck and then had to watch them live on life support for four years you would be a tad bit over protective too wouldn't you?
Ichigo nodded and gave me a soft smile.
"Come mere kiddo." He said, he hugged me kissing the top of my head. I could tolerate this hug mainly because it didn't cut off my main air supply. Ichigo pulled back and he caressed the side of my face with his palm. He had already said goodbye to my sisters, I guess it was my turn.
This man was the same age as my father but about two weeks older. He had a full head of orange hair that he wore messy with strands falling in his face and a bit past his neck. He finally released me stepping back. He was wearing black netted basketball shorts a white t-shirt and red flip flops. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his shorts jiggling his car keys.
"Now take care of your sisters, you know they get into trouble without you." He said with a smile and then he winked one of those chocolate brown eyes at me.
So the seven hour flight to Lima wasn't eventful thank god because I'm terrified of flying. I still didn't know what the hell we were going to be doing in Peru for the next three months or where we would be staying or how we were going to be surviving our dad's weren't rich to say the least.
"Welcome, blah blah." Yeah that was all I got I'm still learning spanish you see. So all I could understand was welcome. She had the curliest blonde hair I had ever seen and it was tied back in a sort of low ball with a couple of strands falling into her face. She was wearing a royal blue suit with a white blouse underneath. She blinked over at me with her big blue eyes, she was younger than me I think.
"Oh Nel she wants to know if you don't mind mentoring." Rangiku asked me. I was shocked and I'm sure my mouth was hanging open, I looked utterly stupid.
"Uh-Uhm-Uh." Rangiku rolled her eyes at me for my lack of speech and then turned back to the woman rambling off in spanish. We stayed in that reception area of that run down building with the dirty mint green walls and no A.C, for all of thirty minutes I counted every second of it too, because it was so uncomfortable there.
Rangiku had found us a small apartment and the rent wasn't too bad and we were able to pay on a monthly basis. It had a room attached to a kitchen that was separated by a breakfast bar. There was a single brown tattered sofa off to the right a gray wooden coffee table and a small large backed t.v in front of that. Behind the t.v was a single large rectangular window. Yes this place was cozy to say the least.
Upon inspection of our even cozier kitchen we found a couple of pots and pans a set of dishes in the cabinet and set of silverware in the drawers. There were a couple of white appliances scattered about the counter as if someone had just taken them out of their boxes and placed them there not bothering to plug any of them in.
"Oh I want this room!" Orihime squealed from down the short narrow hall. Thankfully the small apartment had three bedrooms. They were arranged with two bedrooms across the hall from each other with the third dead center at the end of the hall. My younger sister was standing in the doorway of the room to the left. I peered over her left shoulder with Rangiku looking over her right.
The room wasn't much to see. A full side bed set off to the side up against the wall near the door of the room. The bed spread was an ugly orange, pink and white striped color, the pillows were a light blue. There were two long rectangular windows on the opposite window with vertical blinds. Below each window were two, five drawer dressers. And that was all but then again what else could fit in the room. I turned around to the room that was across the hall it was rather plain looking and its comforter set was all white and it was set up the same way as the one across the hall.
"I'll take this one." I said to Rangiku who was looking over my shoulder.
"It can do with a spice of color." She said and I clicked my tongue and looked at her sideways. "But it's your room so do with it what you want." Rangiku turned on her heels and stomped down to the last remaining room and as she stepped in and started to close the door behind her a thought occurred to me.
"Hey where's the bathroom?"
"Down the hall on this floor." She slammed the door. Great I hope the damn bathroom didn't have an open shower-head floor plan now that would suck.
After we settled in my sisters thought it would be best to get acquainted with the night life of Lima. Another one of those things I wasn't comfortable with. Look I wouldn't call myself shy but there were certain things I wasn't comfortable with because while my two sisters had their fill of partying at their friends house or going to school dances during there teen years I spent that time in a coma. I love to dance, I love music, it's a way to escape but when ever I'm in a club scene or even a party scene I feel like the odd man out or like a fool like I'm doing the wrong thing.
After freshening up in the community bathroom, which did have an open-shower floor plan, I found myself taking a rather long time to get ready.
"Nel are you almost ready?" Rangiku knocked once and then entered. My suitcase was lying open on the floor all my clothes were all over my bed, my female products were splayed out on the top of one of the dressers. I was wearing nothing but black laced underwear.
"No." I grumbled out and Rangiku huffed in annoyance walking over to me. I rolled my eyes at her not because she barged into my room but because of the lack of material covering her body. She had her hair up in a messy do and she was wearing brown shorts that barely covered her ass, and black thigh high boots and nothing else. Her breast were flapping freely as she bounced into my room. Rangiku picked up a little black mini-skirt she had purchased for me days before, the tags were still on it.
"Here wear this dearie." She pulled the tag off and handed it to me, I turned up my nose. "Wear it!" I snatched it away and begrudgingly slip the little fabric on. No surprise when it stopped mid thigh and I had an inkling that I would be pulling it down all night. She tossed me the backless silver sequined garment that would be masquerading as my top. It tied around my neck and lower back by four black strings. I removed my bra it clashed terribly with the top. Finally she helped me into a pair of shoes she bought to match the little black skirt. A pair of laced strapped five inch heeled shoes. Good thing the front part of the shoe had a platform or I would've had a lot of problems walking in them. "You look sexy my dear."
"I look like a whore." I said with a roll of my eyes looking down at my self and then Rangiku smacked me on my ass.
"Ah, where we're going that doesn't really matter." This made me quirk an eyebrow.
"Don't tell her nothing Rani!" Orihime squealed from the door she clapped her hands together when I turned around I meant to ask her what the hell was she talking about, but my voice got caught in my throat.
My little sister didn't look little at all. Her long orange hair was clipped by a red hair clip falling over her left shoulder soft curls composed her pony tail. She was wearing a tight penciled strapless dress that was just as short as my skirt that had a gold zipper going up the left side. Her breast looked as if they were going to spill right out the top if she exhaled with too much force. And her feet were in six inch red mary jane suede shoes. On her left wrist was a gold and crystal bracelet.
"Oh I won't, I believe in surprises." Rangiku flipped her hair as she walked towards my door. "Put on your jewelry if you want. I'm going to go put on my top and we can go."
Did I mention I hate surprises. After Rangiku put on a loose fitting black glittering top without a bra might I add, we piled in to the backseat of a cab. With me squished between the two of them. Rangiku garbled spanish gibberish and then we were on our way.
"I must say Nel your haircut is really starting to wear on me." Rangiku said to me she was sitting to my right and she reached up to smooth down the sides of my head. I shook my head trying to shake her hands off me.
"Thanks low maintenance." I grumbled out, I was getting nervous about our destination. We eventually slowed to a stop in front of a club a few minutes later. The sound of the music drifted out onto the street and I can say the beat was very inviting. Rangiku paid the man and then stepped out first followed by me and our other sister.
The windows were blacked out and a large man stood at an open door, I think we were late arriving because no one was standing outside either that or no one was inside I preferred the latter.
Rangiku walked up to the large man in shades. It was night what the hell was in shades for. He was wearing black dockers and a black silk shirt the top four buttons open and a pair of black sandals. As my older sister began speaking in spanish I took a look around. Noticing that this was a hot strip. Across the street was another club with a rather long line strobes dancing from the top part of the brick stone. Next to it was a bar with patrons sitting outside on a makeshift patio at round tables chatting and drinking there beverages. Cars were speeding pass us, we must have been in what was considered downtown Lima. I turned back to the club we were to enter to check out the name but before I could, Orihime was pulling me by my elbow. Before I entered I saw a sign in one of the blacked out windows that read.
LA ROPA ES OPCIONAL
My eyes shot open so wide I thought they were going to bug out of my skull. I didn't understand a lot of spanish but I knew the word Ropa it meant clothes and opcional looked a lot like the word optional. Oh my god they wouldn't. Would they?
I started to pull away from Orihime.
"Come on Nelly you're gonna have fun." She began to giggle. I began to struggle a little harder and Rangiku noticed taken a hold of my other arm and pulling me a long. Dammit if those two hookers weren't strong together.
The front entrance entered into a narrow passage way and down the ways was a lone black swinging padded door with a circular window. I could see red light from the window and the walls vibrated from the music blaring from inside the club. I was practically been dragged now, down that hallway my skirt riding up my firm plump ass but I didn't care. I looked back at the bouncer who was chuckling looking at me. Fuck that guy!
We finally burst through the door and I instantly closed my eyes.
"Oh you're such a baby!" Rangiku said pinching one of my cheeks. "Open your eyes Nel." I shook my head. "It's not what you're thinking." She spoke with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Oh yeah what am I thinking?" I asked.
"I don't know." She responded.
"Everyone's naked aren't they?" I asked and it sounded like another whine.
"No." Rangiku said matter of factly and I could hear Orihime giggle. I opened one eye and scanned the room. It was set up just like a club I saw a bar, a D.J. Places for people to sit and it wasn't empty like I hoped it would be in fact it was nearly full to capacity. And to my utter shock and annoyance everybody indeed was naked. I gasped and then turned to glare at Rangiku.
"You said-" I began.
"Everyone isn't naked. We still have our clothes on." She responded wistfully. Sarcastic skank.
"Not me!" Orihime squealed I turned to look at her and she had already wormed her way out of that little dress and was walking over to a clothing check area and handing the tall slender woman with short gray hair her dress. She left on her red heels though how thoughtful. She turned towards the dance floor and began bouncing to the beat and her twins on her chest began flapping in the breeze. I know my face had to be beet red.
"Okay it's just you now." I heard Rangiku and when I turned around she had stripped down to her birthday suit. "I told you it didn't matter how short your skirt was." She slapped me on my ass again and I yelped this time. Then she left me there at the entrance.
I thought about running for the exit, I could call a taxi. But I didn't speak spanish, I had no money and I had no idea where we lived. I could just go stand outside, but then that would leave me with weird bouncer guy. I mean he isn't so bad, he obviously has a good sense of humor. I wonder if he speaks english. This is downtown Lima, it's kind of touristy right. I could go to the other clubs and then there's that bar. Oh yes my father would have a field day if he knew I went to some bar or club by myself. But-
"You look like a fish out of water." I froze and my body stiffened. "But you are so beautiful." Oh jeez someone tell me how to breath. That voice was cool as water, as smooth and fine as silk and the way each word rolled off the tongue made my stomach do somersaults. "My apologies do you not speak english well then-" He started speaking in spanish. And I hiccuped my disbelief his spanish was just as beautiful as his english but then again I don't speak spanish so how would I know that. He stood in front of me in his glorious birthday suit. All 6'1" of him. He had a rather slim physique but his torso was chiseled, his arms were toned I dare not look down to see his legs. No no. He had the most brilliant shade of purple silver hair from what I could tell in the red lighting. He kept it cut short his hair, but the longer parts near the top of his head were curled. He was looking at me intently with his icy blue eyes as he spoke in a language I didn't understand.
"Gin." He said finally and that threw my intention back to his voice.
"What." I blubbered out like an idiot.
"Oh so you do speak english. Hmm." He said he raised a hand to rub his chin. "I'm beginning to think you are toying with me. My name is Gin, beautiful one." I blushed and lowered my head smiling like an idiot. I felt his fingers on my chin and he nudge my head upwards. "I can see I may not be what you're looking for tonight so I'll leave you alone." I shook my head but he continued to speak. "But would you at least tell me your name."
"It's Nel." My voice came out a lot stronger than I felt inside. This man reeked confidence. And I liked it.
"Thank you." He said smiling, it was a closed mouth sort of smile and it stretched across his face oddly enough it reminded me of my father's. Gin began to turn away.
"Wait!" He looked back at me one eyebrow arched. "You're not bothering me."
"Then I must have stunned you." I nodded sheepishly. He chuckled I could see but I really couldn't hear it over the music. "First time at a clothing optional bar."
"Can you tell." I said biting down on my lip and looking around at the patrons of the establishment.
"Yes, yes I can." He spoke drawing my attention back to him.
"My sisters brought me here and then ditched me." That came out rather bitter but hell it was the truth and that's how I felt.
"Shame on them." He half smiled when he said that. I couldn't tell if he was on their side or mine but at the moment it didn't matter. "You know there isn't anything shameful about being nude." To that I rolled my eyes. Really dude. "But if you prefer to stay in your clothes there is nothing shameful about that either." Okay what game is he playing at. "But walking around nude in public can be a very liberating experience." Rolling my eyes again. "No one here will judge you either way, but you should know there is a no video or flash photography rule, if you do decide." I looked at him questionably. I just couldn't figure him out. I've had many guys run game on me before and I gotta say this sounded nothing like it. "How can I make you feel more comfortable?" Oh he's good.
"You can't." That came out snappy, but I needed him to know no matter how beautiful I thought he was he wasn't going to get me to take off my clothes that easy.
"Alright then. Do you dance?" I nodded. "Will you dance with me?"
"Naked?"
"Well I would be but you don't have to be." He said extending a hand for me to take. He seem genuine enough and I hesitated for a second before taking the hand offered.
The song playing was a slow one and I wish I had been paying attention to that because when we reached the wooden dance floor Gin pulled me close to him wrapping a slender arm around my waist and then taking my hand within his own. My eyes shot open, the skirt was really really short and I could feel his friend in his southern regions rubbing against my thigh as we began to sway side to side. Now should I be offended that he wasn't hard or should I be grateful.
"How old are you Nel?" He asked dipping his head to speak into my left ear pulling me from my train of thought.
"Well...well." I began stumbling over my words. His friend was still rubbing across my thighs swaying side to side as he swayed side to side. He had to know I was embarrassed and he was gracious enough to ignore it.
"I'm 44." He said, and I pulled back I looked into his face to see if that was a lie. He twirled me. "Does that bother you?" He asked I shook my head.
"You don't look a day over 30." I responded honestly. He looked really good for his age.
"Thank-you." He said using the hand he had placed around my waist to sweep some stray imaginary stands of my hair from face. "I like your hair." He said. Oh he was good indeed.
"I'm 24." I said, and then without my permission my head decided to rest on his shoulder.
"Well I knew you were around that age. You're a beautiful 24." Well hell this guy might get more than just me losing a few pieces of clothing if he keeps this up.
"Thanks but I know my scar-" I began.
"What scar?" He asked calmly. Oh Ho! Well now. "If you mean the one going down the center of your face that connects to that interesting tattoo, I guessed that's a secret and a past you rather not get into on the first night. And besides it doesn't take away from your beauty. You should work on that confidence. Joven." I looked up at him that last word was foreign to me. "Spanish." He said giving me another twirl before I could ask him what it meant. "I must admit." He said taking me back up in his arms and I also must admit I was beginning to forget that he was naked as well as everyone else in the place. "I would love to see you without these." he tugged at the hem of my top. "Let's make a game of it Joven. Do you agree?" I nodded, well obviously my head wasn't listening to itself. No I don't agree.
The music changed to something up beat something I knew although it was in complete spanish I still liked the song. Danza Kudoro by Don Omar. I pulled away from Gin and threw my hands up above my head and began swaying to the hypnotic beat. He liked the song too and he had no problem keeping up with me. He pulled me closer turning me around as our hips began to move in unison with each other.
"Tell me when you're uncomfortable." His hand cupped the back of my neck while the other snaked around my waist and down my front resting on my inner thigh we began to move up and down and the hand on my thigh took a firm grasp of my flesh. And I stiffened. I felt his lips on the shell of my ear. It was getting hotter in that club. "Uncomfortable Joven." I steadied my breathing and tried to lose my self in the song before shaking my head no. Then the hand at my neck began to work at the tie around my neck and before I knew it my breast were exposed, I closed my eyes calmly and tried to pretend like it didn't bother me. He undid the other tie and then turned me back around to face him, slinging my top over his bare shoulder.
I didn't stop moving to the beat of the song and neither did he and as he hooked his index fingers into the sides of my skirt. I began swaying my hips side to side to the beat as he worked my skirt down. I looked up at the ceiling. It was block cement, it had been painted black and lights had been streamed across to give the appearance of twinkling stars. Gin was on his haunches now his hands working up the sides of my legs as I continued to move my body to the song. I began to tremble I was so nervous. I was standing in the middle of a club full of naked people in a country far from my home. I was contemplating grabbing the remaining part of my dignity and running as far as I could from this place. His hands reached my black lace panties and he paused. My head snapped forward and I looked down at him, his lips were moving but I couldn't really hear him but I could read his lips just fine. He was asking for permission.
"Uncomfortable Joven?"
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