Scenario: What if one day you woke up to find yourself in the world of Bleach in the sixth division with no knowledge of how you got there or how to get back out?

Doused in Bleach

By: bleachfanficfanatic

Sighing you step outside onto the terrace. The night sky is clear and the breeze chilly but you welcome it. The heat inside is just too much. That or perhaps it's having had to endure the intense stare of a certain red headed shinigami. You sigh again, thinking back over the months you've been here, hiding in plain sight and trying to survive. Because you don't belong here, not really. You're not even sure how you got here but you know you have to get back.

You feel his eyes again, staring at your back but before he can make his way to you a gentler and less oppressive figure steps up next to you.

"Are you ok _-chan?" Inoue-san asks you.

You turn and give her a small smile but you know she isn't fooled. Inoue-san sees and understands more than anyone gives her credit for.

"Hai, Inoue-san, just…tired I guess. It's been a long day." You take another deep breath and push away from the balcony. "I think I'm going to head back, it was good to see you and Kurosaki-san again." You smile for real this time; you love seeing these two so happy, finally together after everything they've been through.

She gives your hand a reassuring squeeze reminding you she's there to talk if you want. You're amazed at how welcoming and warm almost everyone has been since you got here. For the most part, they've respected your privacy, interpreting your reticence as either shyness or the result of significant trauma, which you know they know all too well. They just don't know that you know way more than you should.

Because you're really not from around here. They aren't even supposed to be real. As you walk through the hall towards the main doors you think back to your first day here. The first day you woke up in the anime Bleach.

You should have known something was wrong the moment you woke up. You just didn't feel…right. Stretching taught muscles your eyes opened and immediately you sucked in a deep breath. "Where the hell am I?" Looking at your surroundings you'd been startled to see plain wood walls and feel a decidedly uncomfortable futon mattress beneath your butt. Lifting your hand you'd almost screamed…you…you were animated!

Tearing out of the room your eyes widened further. You recognized this place, knew it as much as the back of your hand considering how much time you'd spent watching anime. You were in Soul Society. You were a soul! Not just a soul, but a death god, or at least one in training. Overwhelmed you ran like a freaking idiot only to collide with something hard.

"Watch the fuck where you're going!" a rough voice had said and you'd frozen on the ground.

Slowly your eyes trailed up landing on the face of the annoyed male towering over you. Abarai Renji, lieutenant of the sixth division. You just crashed into…Abarai-fukutaichou!

As if the whole situation couldn't have gotten any worse the first words out of your mouth were, "Am I dead?"

He'd looked at you like you were crazy and at that moment you'd felt you were. It was all just too bizarre. A beat of silence passed before he reached down and hauled you to your feet effortlessly. "Be a little more careful next time," he admonished a bit softer in tone and then left you standing gaping like a fish.

Your memories move in succession over the last few months. Somehow you and Renji always seemed to be running into each other. Eventually he began teasing that you were stalking him. You insisted that wasn't the case. In your own mind you knew, if anything, you'd been trying to avoid him. You'd been trying to find a way back home but nothing was working.

"Come out for a drink with us _-chan," Renji had said one night standing with Ikkaku, Yumichika and Rangiku. Despite your protests the three shinigami easily dragged you to their favorite bar where you nursed a saucer of sake all night. The last thing you needed was for alcohol to loosen your tongue so you just enjoyed the moment with the three of them, your heart warm that they would want to include you.

And so it went, day after day, week after week you grew closer to all the people…no characters…from an anime you'd loved for so long. You eventually even met Ichigo and Orihime and every time you met someone "new" you had to hold back asking them tons of questions about things you, for all intents and purposes, had no business knowing about them. The effort to remain purposefully oblivious while maintaining the lies you'd told about yourself had become exhausting and you found yourself, as much as you had grown to love these people even more since getting to know them, missing your world and your home. Plus, this world was really fucking scary. The first time you'd gone on a mission was of course with Renji and you'd almost become hollow food.

"_-chan, watch out!" shouted Renji as a black claw almost took your head off. Thankfully being in the Bleach world had imbued you with the same abilities you'd seen countless times on TV but actually performing said abilities was another matter entirely. You were scared shitless and no matter how much you told yourself you were a shinigami and could do this your legs wouldn't move. Your zanpakuto felt like heavy lead, trembling in your shaking hands. As the blow was just about to land an orange shield popped up. Inoue-san!

Sending a thankful glance her way you finally were able to get yourself to move, albeit in retreat rather than attack.

Eventually when the fighting was over you found yourself cornered by a very angry lieutenant.

"What the fuck was that? Were you trying to get yourself killed?" he bellowed and you decided he really was as scary in "real life" as you'd always thought he'd be. Tears stung the edges of your eyes but you fought them more valiantly than you had the hollow which had tried to kill you.

Ichigo stepped up then, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Hey Renji, let up a bit, she's fine."

Renji whirled around on him. "She's supposed to be able to handle herself!" Turning back around his eyes held fire and…something else you weren't sure of at the moment. "When we get back you can expect a fuck ton of training, got it _-chan?" You nodded meekly and he walked away, leaving Orihime to comfort you.

He hadn't lied. The bastard trained you during every spare moment the two of you had which was a lot more than you thought he should have given his responsibilities as a fukutachio, but you were never allowed to refuse. You could see the "special treatment" you were getting didn't go unnoticed by the other members of division six but Renji either didn't notice or didn't care. You had no idea why he was so motivated to help you in particular but because you were under his command you had to go along with his orders.

Though he was tough on you, you were thankful for it when the next time you were sent on a mission with him you managed to take care of two hollows all on your own. The look of pride on his face had been unexpected as had the warm stirring in your heart. And that was when you realized you were in trouble and had to get out of there. You absolutely could not fall for Renji, not for real. Sure, you'd harbored a fierce crush on him while watching the anime and reading the manga (you'd always been a sucker for muscles and tattoos) but actually allowing yourself to truly fall for him was pure idiocy.

Just as you'd made this decision you began to pick up on the tell tale signs that something had shifted with him too. His gaze lingered a bit longer on you during roll call, he was still giving you private training lessons, coming up with any manner of excuse to get you alone and each time your heart was torn between elation and dread.

A particularly intense sparring match the previous evening had nearly undone all your resolve.

Renji had been being even more aggressive than usual, his hits and strikes harder, quicker, and more intense. A leg shot out catching your own sending you to the ground. Before you could get up Renji was on you, pinning your hands above your head and your hips under his own. You struggled but it was no use; he was just too damn strong. This felt like one of the scenarios you'd written in one of your own fanfics but this was…this was real!

Your heart was pounding, eyes half hooded looking up into his gorgeous face that was lined with sweat, the result of his relentless pursuit to put you into submission. A heated look, very different from anything you'd ever seen in his eyes, immobilized you more than his own form had. As if in slow motion he leaned down, his face getting closer and closer to yours, making your breath hitch. Just before he touched his lips to yours you breathed out, "Don't, please." The look in his eyes shifted from want to hurt and it pierced your heart but you couldn't do it, you couldn't allow this to happen no matter how much you wanted it to.

For just a moment you thought he wasn't going to listen then chastised yourself; this was Renji. He was respectful and protective of you, even from himself because he finally rose to his feet. You knew how much you'd hurt him when he strode off without a word, not even bothering to help you up. As you heard the training room door slide shut firmly you allowed yourself some tears; you truly cared about that man but had to let him go. Anything more between you would just hurt you both more.

Just as you are about to make it to the door Rukia is blocking your path and she looks pissed. Without warning she pulls you aside and hisses out, "I don't know what happened or what changed but know this, keep hurting Renji and I'll hurt you!"

You're shocked. "Kuchiki-taichou," you begin slowly, trying to keep your voice even and respectful even though you are boiling mad, "I don't know who told you what but there is not and never was anything going on between Abarai-fukutaichou and myself."

Her grip on your sleeve moves in a flash to your collar. For someone so small she sure is strong. "Bullshit," she spits viciously, "I've known him almost my whole life! I know him through and through and seeing him with you…"she trails off, her eyes softening marginally. Oh Kami-sama, has she finally realized how she feels about him and youare getting in the way of it? You, who has no intention of staying here once you're able to find your way out, are a blockade to these two getting together?

"Kuchiki-taichou," you say lowly easing your hand to hers that still grips your collar although much more loosely, "Forgive me for overstepping but…perhaps you see something between us because you finally see him for all he's worth and you don't want to lose him."

You see the surprise in her eyes at your bold words but then she surprises you back by smiling faintly. "No, _-chan, I've always known Renji's worth. I love him, but it's familiar love."

"Then why are you so angry at me?" You can't stop the question coming from your mouth.

She fixes you with a firm stare. "Because for the first time since I've known him I see him looking at someone like Ichigo looks at Orihime and I don't want him hurt. So, whatever happened between you two, please…please fix it." Her words pierce your heart and you can't believe this is happening. You know how you feel but to hear from someone outside of the little bubble you and Renji had inadvertently created around yourselves that they see something deeper from him to you…it's overwhelming.

Unable to say anything you nod. It's a blatant lie, but you have to get out of here. Satisfied that is the best she is going to get from you Rukia returns to the party. Once the coast is clear you walk out the door.

Your sandals scrape against the gravel covered ground, the quiet of the night discomforting because it allows your thoughts to keep wandering back to Renji. How could you have let this happen? So lost in your own thoughts you don't sense he's near until it's too late; not that you could get away anyway. Even with excessive training you're still not that great at shunpo. Plus, Renji's been trained by the best in the shunpo business outside of Yoruichi.

In another move straight out of a shoujo manga Renji has you pinned up against the wall of the nearest building. His hands are on either side of your head, his gloriously firm body pressed against yours. But what is holding you in place more than anything else is his eyes, always his eyes. They are full of pain, confusion, hurt, some anger and…faintly…hope.

"_-chan," he says and his voice is raspy with the overlaid emotions, "Why are you running from me? I thought…" he trails off, averting his gaze for a moment before forcing it back to your own. He wants you to know how serious he is. "I thought…we have…had…something between us?"

You swallow the lump in your throat. This is it, you have to get him to believe there's nothing here and he should just move on.

"Abarai-fukutaichou,-"

"Renji," he interrupts and your downcast eyes shoot back up to his face. You shake your head. No, you can't call him Renji, you can't increase the already too deep intimacy between the two of you. You try to pull away forgetting the wall behind you but he sees the movement nonetheless and frowns. "_-chan, you…you're not afraid of me, are you?"

Truthfully, yes, you're terrified but it's not because you think he'll hurt you. It's the complete opposite. You know, instinctively and from the little bit he's allowed to show his care of you, that he'd been amazing as a significant other. So you shake your head, a few stray tears sliding down your cheeks. His calloused hands move to cup your face, thumbs brushing away the salty trails of pain and he leans his forehead against yours. Both of your eyes are closed, breaths mingling between you as the silence carries on.

"Tell me why," he says breaking it, "Tell me why you told me to stop last night."

You hitch your breath. You can't open your eyes, can't allow yourself to be swayed by his intense stare, the emotional storm brewing in his eyes.

"_-chan, look at me," he says in a pleading tone and it cracks your heart more. He's breaking through, slowly tearing down the wall you'd barely constructed to keep him out. Shit, you really are a weakling.

Opening your eyes you can't believe how he looks. His face is completely open, completely vulnerable. Without a word he's baring his heart and soul to you. Taking a deep breath you decide you owe him the truth. Hell, maybe it will make him think you're crazy and he should stay the hell away from you. The thought hurts but you press on; this has to be done.

"Abarai-" he fixes you with a glare and you amend to, "Renji." He smiles faintly for the first time all night and it's like seeing the sun after a heavy storm. Taking another deep breath you start again, "Renji, it's not that you're wrong. I…there is something between us…but mostly it's lies." You see confusion flash over his face but before he can speak you continue on, "You see, I…I haven't been honest with you…at all. About….about who I am…where I came from…" you trail off.

He pulls back thankfully to give you some breathing room but stays close, his hands resting on your waist. "Tell me," he says and you look back at him.

"Well, this is going to sound crazy but…I'm not from here and I'm not talking about Soul Society. I'm talking about…from this world…this wholeworld." You can see he's confused, who wouldn't be by what you're saying?

Huffing out in frustration with yourself you finally just spit it out. "Renji, I'm from a completely different world. A world where all of this," you trail your hands and eyes around the two of you before fixing your eyes back on his face, "Where you…are not real. You're all a part of a manga called Bleach."

For a moment there is complete silence as he takes in your words. Then he bursts out laughing. Shocked at the loud sound you get angry. He's laughing at you! You push against his chest but his grip only tightens. "Pretending to be crazy isn't going to deter me _-chan," he chuckles. Were you not so pissed off you would think such a thing to be sweet. But he's laughing at you, laughing at what you are, who you are, your world!

You push again, much more firmly and say with all the anger you can pull from your chest, "Get the fuck off me Abarai." You see surprise in his face as he registers that you're serious. You're serious and you're pissed. His surprise provides an opening and you slip from his grasp but you don't make it far before he's gripping your wrist again.

Before you can yell to let go he speaks. "Alright, _-chan, let's say you're right, that all of this and all of us are really a part of a made up world. How the hell did you end up here then?" He turns to face you as he ends his question.

You feel your anger melting to be replaced by frustration. "If I knew that I would have already made it back to where I belong!" you say heatedly. You're not prepared for what happens next. Renji pulls you violently into his arms, his lips colliding with yours in a heated, passionate kiss. A deep moan pulls from your throat and before you can stop yourself your hands are around his neck, finger tips digging into the base of his pony tail. His lips massage yours open, his tongue hot and wicked in your mouth stealing your very breath. His arms constrict around your waist tighter in an effort, you swear, to fuse your bodies together.

Finally he pulls back and you both suck in air. Trailing a hand through your hair he grasps the back of your head, firmly holding you still to look into his eyes. "Where you belong," he says throatily, "is with me."

Any protest on your part dies in another searing kiss. You've wanted this, oh Kami-sama how you have, for so long. It was as if you'd been drawn to him like a magnet and the efforts to alter your polarization has left you weak willed and vulnerable. Renji Abarai, the Renji Abarai, just basically confessed that he wants you.

"Renji," you breathe out as his mouth moves to suckle your throat sending tingles down your spine. God he's good at this! Your brain is muddled, fogging more and more the longer he kisses your skin, holds you close, as if you're his lifeline.

You don't remember moving but soon you're down on your back on a futon; hisfuton. You're in his private quarters and he's pinned you to his bed. Kami-sama help you, this is going too fast! It's not like you've never done this before but it was always with someone you were established with. Pushing on his shoulder gets him to briefly come out of his lust filled haze to look down at you.

You're both breathing hard, chests rising and falling as you struggle to gain back your breath.

"Renji," you start again, "I…I can't do this…I'm not meant to be here and taking things this far is just going to hurt both of us."

He leans down, kissing you gently. His tenderness pulls at your heart and you can't stop yourself from kissing him back. Pulling away again he trails his hand down the side of your face. His eyes are full of adoration and a slight smirk quirks his lips up. "_-chan, I don't care if it's for one more day or until the end of our lives, I want you. I want to be with you, for as long as we have. Please," he leans down and kisses your neck again pulling a sigh from your lips, "Please let me show you how much I love you."

Your breath hitches; love? He loves you?! No one…no one has ever said those words to you, never made you feel like you were the most important person in their whole world, or rather made you their whole world. It's overwhelming and humbling and terrifying all at once because you allow yourself to embrace what you've known for a while now; you've fallen in love with him too.

"Show me," you whisper and you feel him pause, possibly from shock that you've suddenly agreed. But the next moment he's flung himself up to his knees and pulled open his kosode. Rippling muscles and tattoos emerge before your hungry gaze. You've seen him like this, of course, in all the manga and images you've looked up, but nothing compares to it in real life. Leaning up you trail your hands over his heated skin.

"Kami-sama, you're gorgeous," you whisper and he grins at you. Clearly the ego had been stroked but you don't care, you've been lying to him since day one and you're not going to lie to him now. He reaches down and undoes your hakama-himo, pulling apart your layers quickly but gently. When you are bare before him in nothing but a bra and panties his heavy trails gaze over you, almost like a caress.

Leaning down his rock hard chest presses against your breasts and you sigh. He really is all muscle. Lips tease the skin of your neck, trailing up to your ear whose lobe gets nipped playfully. Strong arms wrap around you and pull up your torso to get access to the clasp of your bra. With one flick of his wrist it's released and your breasts spill out.

Once you're on your back again Renji looks at you once more. "You are so fucking beautiful," he whispers before latching onto a pert nipple and sucking firmly.

"Oh god Renji," you breath and feel him grin against your skin. His mouth and tongue are weapons of mass pleasure inducement and you can feel your panties becoming soaked with your own essence the longer he laps and suckles your breasts, switching back and forth between the two and alternating the mouth action with a firm massage from his hand. Soon you feel his fingers teasing over your covered core and you groan at this touch, your hand flying to the back of his head and gripping his hair firmly.

He chuckles. "Seems someone's eager," he teases and you smack his back making him laugh.

The next moment cool air hits your heated center when the panties are ripped from your body. You've read and written this scenario a dozen times but experiencing it is so much better. One finger and then two enter you and your rasping out, "Renji!" The next second you're moaning loudly as his tongue caresses your folds teasing you by staying just out of reach of where you really want him. Bucking up your hips you whimper, "Please Renji, please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," he rumbles against your thigh then plunges his tongue fully into you making you scream out.

He delves deeper, pushing what you have now determined to be your most favorite muscle he possesses, further into your dripping core.

"Oh god, Renji, yes, yes, please!" you beg and finally he circles your clit once with his tongue before latching his lips over it and sucking hard. You are sure your throat will be raw tomorrow from your screaming and also sure anyone within a ten mile radius of his home will know just who is doing what to you. But none of that matters because Renji Abarai has just given you the best orgasm of your life and he loves you.

You barely catch your breath before his hakama are whipped off and he's plunging his full length into you. "Oh shit," you cry out but it feels so good. You finally open your eyes and when they meet his you can't help but smile pulling a grin to his lips as well. He leans down and kisses you firmly, tongue slicing through the seam of your mouth to plunder your depths above as he does the same below. His thrusts are hard and fast, his pent up lust and desire for you clearly having been held by a very thin string. That knowledge burns through your veins and as he pounds into you, you cry out, "I love you!"

His sudden halt of motion startles you. He leans down kissing you softly. Then maintaining eye contact he commands, "Tell me again."

You smile. "I love you." A firm thrust makes your breath catch.

He kisses you harder then breathes out, "Again, tell me again, _-chan."

"I love you Renji, I love you," you say over and over because it's true. You've finally allowed someone in, someone who sees potential in you and pushes you towards greatness. Someone who is passionate and sweet and caring despite his rough exterior. Someone you can literally trust with your life. Someone who won't run away when things are hard, who will chase you when you run though you're never going to run again.

"I love you _-chan," he breathes into your ear and you shudder.

He picks up the pace again, driving into you harder than before. Reaching between your legs he caresses your clit and you scream out, another orgasm surprising you.

"Oh fuck," he growls and you can feel him coming, his warmth spreading all the way to the center of your body. When it's over he lays on top of you kissing your forehead, your cheeks and then your lips. Cupping your face with one hand, the other occupied with keeping his full weight off of you he trails his thumb back and forth across your cheek.

"I'm yours, _-chan, for as long as you're here and for as long as you'll have me," he says looking into your eyes.

You're overwhelmed, tears of joy trailing down your cheeks. Craning your neck up you kiss him. "As long as I'm with you, I'm home," you say and truly believe it.