A/N: wanted to post this yesterday but I had no time to do it. This has to be the best story I have written so far.
I don't think I can top this either.
This is based off the doujinshi called "Subete no Owari no Hajimari" so if you want to read the real story check it out. Of course I changed alot of things with the story and characters. The original Bleach characters from the doujinshi are a complete and total crack pairing. So don't read it if you think you might not like it.
This one-shot is dedicated to AnnieInWonderland07 because she update almost all of her fic's a couple days ago, so this ones for you!
This takes place in December. i assume they fought in the winter war in September.
The title "shoud've said no" is from a Taylor Swift song and the story's title "Last Moment" is from the new Bleach ending. (i think its number 25) Although that song is happy this one-shot is kinda angsty.
Disclaimer- i do not own Bleach at all.
You call my name,
so I come.
You cry my name,
so I hold you close.
You tell me you hate me,
so I don't come near.
You tell me to come back,
so I run to you.
You bring out your gun,
and tell me to die with you.
I shoot myself with love.
-Poem by Turtle-chan666
-"You call my name"
Last Moment
By: Turtle-chan666
He tapped the end of his pencil on the desk. Right now he didn't care if it broke the led inside. All that mattered to him was the way Inoue Orihime was completely empty. Not the kind of soul empty but the emotional empty. Her usual ditzy and cheerful self was not present today.
It was as if they hadn't won the war, as if they had left her in the hellish Hueco Mundo. Almost like she had not saved him from death, or becoming a complete hollow.
He shuttered at the thought. He shouldn't be thinking like that. They won, and Aizen was locked away. He pushed the traumatic thought away to the edge of his mind.
For the past month Orihime had been coming to school looking like she was drained of all her energy. Sort of like a dead girl walking with her now paler skin, dimmed grey eyes, and her glossy auburn hair no longer carrying the usual shine.
What shocked him and the others the most though was that she never talked or even greeted them. She was a stranger with a new personality. Hell, even Chizuru didn't try to grope her any more. The red head was saying how when she tried Orihime was the one to hit her, not Tatsuki, which was for some reason scaring the lesbian.
He looked over to the healer, her head was on the desk and she snored lightly. She had fallen asleep. He sighed at her cute facial expression.
Wait... Cute?
Ichigo was never one to think about women and their beauty. Sure he was a hormonal high school teenage boy but that topic never interested much. When ever Keigo brought up the subject he would just shrug it off or smack him.
So why now when he should be worrying about her?
'Cause she's hot King, why wouldn't you think that, his hollow sneered.
Shut up! Ichigo thought back. The damn hollow always popped up at the worse times. What the hell are you doing thinking about Inoue that way?
Well for one King, she has those huge ass breasts-
And the hollow continued with his perverted thoughts leaving Ichigo to blush a bright shade of red.
When did his hollow start to fantasize about Orihime anyway? The conversation had never been brought up before so it left him very curios as to why the hollow even started to talk about it….
Maybe his hollow had a crush on her.
Pfft, I'm not the one that brought up the subject of the princess now was I Kingy? he said and laughed. I can't feel this if the one in charge doesn't feel the same way dumb ass. I run on instinct you retard. Get my drift?
You're making no sense you damn-
"Oi, Ichigo!" Tatsuki said and smacked him the back of his head. Her hands were on her hips and she smirked at his pained expression. "The bell rang already."
He rubbed his injured head and scowled at the spiky black haired girl. "Did you have to hit me?"
"You didn't answer when I said your name before the hit," she said.
His scowl deepened. "But you yelled then hit me, so you didn't have to hit me in the first place!" he shouted. He softened up when he saw Orihime standing right behind the feisty girl. "So what do you want?"
She frowned at him and pointed behind her shoulder at Orihime. "Walk Orihime home, I got practice today." she said. When she thought the other girl wasn't looking she leaned in on Ichigo and whispered in his ear. "Try to talk to her to her too. She hasn't been herself lately…"
He new the kind girl wasn't herself lately, he didn't need Tatsuki, Rukia, Chad, or even Uryuu to tell him. He new that she was some how broken.
And they might be the only ones to fix it too.
"….but you can't see what's going on inside." Grimmjows words still haunted Ichigo. If something was going on inside her then how was he suppose to fix it? He could fight off an army of hollow but not help Orihime with whatever problem was inside of her.
He never felt so useless before.
"The moment that women made the pledge with Aizen-sama she became one of us, Kurosaki Ichigo."
Ulquiorra had said that and it sent chill down his spine. What was wrong with her? What had Aizen done to Orihime all those months ago?
Questions he wanted answer right now. By the very girl who they were about too.
And he wasn't taking no for an answer either.
The walk was too quiet for Ichigo's liking. She made no move to start a conversation of any kind. It was bothersome to not listen to her ramble on about the little blue men or an alien that tied to take her away to some far distant planet.
She didn't skip, smile, or make any kind of sound. Ichigo had to check if she was even breathing.
The snow was slippery so Ichigo made sure she wouldn't fall but with this new attitude of hers he didn't need to be so protective of her.
He gazed over to her and scowled at her blank face. She was in a complete poker face. Her eyes had dark bags underneath and her body was shaking. Her skin was whiter then an onion, so you could see the blue of her veins. He took off his jacket and propped it on her shoulders. She said nothing.
He looked back to the side walk and thought. Something was draining her energy some how. For him, Inoue was the easiest spirit pressure for him to sense and right now he couldn't feel it at all.
"Inoue I-"
She looked at him for the first time with dull gray eyes. "We're here Kurosaki-kun," she said.
His eyes widened and looked to the front to see her apartment just a few steps away from them. He saw her move to the steps and start to clime up the stairs. She didn't look back.
"I guess I'll see you later then, Inoue," he said backing away. It hurt that she didn't turn around to even say goodbye.
"Hmn…" was her response.
With one last glance he left.
Orihime opened the door and walked in. The room was quiet and dirty, no energy was used to clean the apartment. A shadow could be seen on the floor. She looked to her window and saw the figure of him.
It wore the Karakura high school uniform but the thing didn't go to school. It would jus wait in her apartment all day for her to show up. It had been two months since she found the creature. He walked to her and pushed her against the wall. She made no move to escape. How could she when he looked so much like him?
He lifted her hands and pinned them to the wall. He kissed her lips hard and she opened her mouth to let him enter her sweet cavern.
No struggle was made as his other tanned hand made its way up her school skirt. He squeezed her ass and she moaned. She didn't like to moan for him. But that head hair of his looked so much like Ichigo's it was scary.
They never had sex because the thing new it would cause all of her spirit energy to drain to zero, so just taking a little bit at a time was enough for now. Not like it cared if she died or not.
He pulled her to the bedroom. She crawled on the bed and he climbed on top of her. His hands groped her breast through her bra.
No struggle, he looked so much like Ichigo with those chocolate brown eyes and the tanned skin. And don't forget the orange hair.
"Kurosaki-kun…" she moaned and gave a weak smile, but the creature said nothing in return. He just trailed butterfly kisses down her neck.
The last hollow was slain and Ichigo propped zangetsu on his shoulder ready to head back home for Rukia to take the night shift.
He couldn't stop thinking about the way Orihime had acted. It was disturbing that she wouldn't make eye contact or even try tot talk. She was just a shell of a body now, with no soul inside.
When Ichigo was about to head home his combat pass started to ring. He sighed and emptied his mind of all thought to concentrate. The wind blew chilly air but he kept focus.
His eyes shot open when he sensed that the hollow was near Orihime. He flash stepped to her apartment and appeared at her front of door.
He heard no sound of a struggle but the silence irked him. His hand went to the knob and he turned. It wasn't locked which caused him to worry even more.
He pushed the door open and walked in. His eyes scanned his surroundings; the living area was dark, only little slivers of light fought through the curtains. He walked on throughout the small room to the door of Inoue's room. It was cracked open.
He hesitated before opening it more and looking inside. He gasped at what was on the other side.
Two months earlier…
Orihime skipped on the sidewalk with her head in the clouds. Her gray eyes shined as her auburn hair swished around with the warn breeze.
September was coming to an end and the winter war had just ended a few days prier. She remembered Aizen getting taken away and Kurosaki-kun looking a little down that he couldn't try his final getsuga tensho.
Her heart beat increased at the thought of her favorite scowling strawberry. She hadn't talked to him in forever and she couldn't help but feel that the reason was because of her. The teenage boy had gone to hell and back just to save her, Inoue Orihime. She was the problem, a reminder of his pain.
No! She shook her head and let the thought go, she shouldn't think that way about herself. Even so her Kurosaki-kun could find happiness with Rukia…
She sighed, another thought to she wanted to be deleted from her brain forever.
She could feel tears coming, she brought her palm to her eyes and wiped then away. Her gray orbs gazed over to the street. She saw a body.
She ran over to the man, he struggled to get up. Orihime's face was filled worry just as he tried to get up again but slammed back into the gravel.
"Please don't try to move," she told him and lightly touched his shoulder. She back away and brought up her healing shield. The wounds started to close up and she sighed with relief.
She looked at him and caught his gaze. His eyes were a chocolate brown like Ichigo's. She walk to him and propped his arm around her shoulders. His eyes widened in shock for a moment but he stood silent.
She started to walk back to her home with him. She smiled at him and started to talk. "You'll rest up at my apartment until you can move around again. His shaggy black hair covered his eyes. His black hair went down to the mid section of his back and his outfit looked like a long black jacket with nothing underneath. His pants were baggy too.
She felt his eyes on her face as they walked in silence. Her eyes grew brighter when her home came into view. She sped up pace and only let him go when she had to search her bag for keys. She grabbed his hand seeing that he could walk and brought him in. Orihime led him to her bedroom and told him to lay down to rest. He obeyed but still said nothing.
She left him alone saying she would be back in a bit. He looked over the room seeing stuffed animals and pictures of what he assumed were her friends. He looked to her bed stand and saw a lone picture of a man with orange hair. He wore a school uniform and was smiling. He had a slight scowl but it was still a smile.
A real smile.
He kept looking at it and decided this person was important to her, so he would gift her for helping him. He sat up and grabbed his hair feeling it shorten in length. His cloths turned to a white button up shirt and gray pants. His skin turned to a light tan. The only thing that didn't change was his eyes.
Orihime turned the last light off in the kitchen and put the futon out for herself in the living room. She walked back to check on the mysterious man she had taken in.
"I'm ba-" she looked the stranger over. Her eyes widened. "K-Kurosaki-kun?"
He laid on her bed with a grin. His brown eyes looked her over and his gaze stopped on her chest. She blushed a dark shade of red and back away. She felt afraid that this man could turn into the one she loved. How did it even know what Ichigo looked like?
Her body slammed into the door and she felt a shiver go down her spinal cord. The door had closed but how? She felt for the knob but was slammed into the door again by the things hard chest. She tried to push on its chest for it to stop but it was to no avail. Its hands leaned on the door blocking any means to escape. It got closer, she could feel its breath on her lips.
"W-why?' she asked. Its chocolate orbs looked her over and she couldn't help but blush by the thought of it looking just like Ichigo. If only it was the real Ichigo doing this to her.
"This is my treat to you," it said. "For helping me," its voice sounded just like Ichigo's. "You love that man in the Picture right? So you'd like it if he was with you right now…"
Orihime felt her eyes start to tear up as it got closer. The thing kissed her lips lightly and she felt herself grow weaker. Her knees started to wobble and she sank to the floor. It picked her up and carried her to the bed. It unbuttoned her shirt and touched her breast. Her vision was growing hazy. The thing lifted her skirt up now, she tried to scream for it to stop but her voice wouldn't come out. Tears streaked downer her red cheeks as she whispered three words.
"H-help me…Kurosaki-kun," she whispered as the thing continued to drain her of all her energy.
Present day…
"What….the hell," Ichigo said as he looked at Orihime and himself. Orihime looked at him with no life in her eyes. She looked worse then when he saw her hours before.
When Orihime looked at Ichigo she saw the hurt in his eyes. But why would he look hurt? Wasn't like he loved her anyway right?
"Inoue, what the fuck are you doing?" His voice was angry. She flinched at the tone.
Her eyes showed sadness, her grip around the things neck grew tighter. She didn't look away from Ichigo.
"What… is that…" the thing looked at Ichigo. "… me?" It eyes also showed the no life but the thing wasn't pale. It looked just like himself with the tan skin and orange hair.
Orihime looked at Ichigo then back to the other man. She slid up, the thing started to kiss her neck again.
He looks… like me…
"Hey!" Ichigo yelled. "Show your true form!" Orihime looked at Ichigo again and her eyes were cold. He'd never see her glare before. "I-Inoue, that things a hollow!" he warned her.
"And?" she asked.
He grew angrier. "What the hell are you saying Inoue?"
She looked at him and smiled lightly. "Who knows?" she said softly. "I'm probably only doing this to fill my own lust because…"
His world stopped already knowing what she was going to say next.
"… I love you Kurosaki-kun."
He looked at her and the tears go down her soft cheeks. She continued. "I was being held by you, I didn't want to wake up…"
I didn't want to feel this way for her knowing that Aizen had taken her because he wanted to fight me. I didn't want to put her in danger ever again.
"I hate this…" she whispered. "I-I don't want to feel this way towards you any more…"
Ichigo felt a stabbing pain in his heart. Are you serous? he thought.
"That's why…" she brought the hollows hand between her breasts. "… just end it for me."
I was so worried about you…
Ichigo took out his sword and sliced the hollow in half, it dispersed in smoke.
Orihime sat alone on the bed, her eyes still dead. "Well that was cruel," she said quietly.
Ichigo glared away from her then dropped zangestu on the ground and grabbed her shoulders. He looked into her dull gray eyes and glared. "That thing wasn't me, it was a hollow!" he yelled.
She looked at him. Her smile gone. "It was you when it held me."
His teeth grinded together and he shot back, "Cut it out already! Did you fucking want to die like that!"
His grip on her shoulder loosened and she fell back to the bed. He looked at her with sad eyes. "Why would you do such a thing?"
"That's why I'd be happy if you killed me too…" she whispered softly
Ichigo's eyes widened. "Why did you… why did you let him take your energy in that form?"
Orihime didn't answer.
Ichigo grabbed her shoulders again with anger and kiss her. He stopped and said, "You hear me, that thing wasn't me!"
His grip was tight and it hurt her. "Look! Look at me properly!"
"W-why are you saying all this Kurosaki-kun?"
He didn't meet her gaze. "No idea, but…it's inexcusable that your aren't looking at me now. And I won't forgive you for being captured by that hollow and nearly dieing."
That's why…
"…look at me Inoue."
Why am I thinking about you this way?
Ichigo laid her on the bed and leaned down. His hand touched her cheek.
Why am I…
He kissed her.
Do I love you?
He pinned her to the bed and kissed her fiercely. He pulled down her panties slowly. Her eyes widened and she started to squirm underneath him. She gasped as his fingers entered her women hood and he let his tongue enter her sweet small cavern. She didn't want her first time to be like this, a mind less rape. And by the man she loved too.
Tears fell down her face as he stopped and took off his shinigami robes. He glared at her and she looked away. He entered her and she screamed. He took no mind to her pain.
He took what's ours king… his hollow said. Ichigo agreed with his hollow for the first time. At least they could agree on something.
His thrusts were slow but grew faster when she became more comfortable with it. She flipped over so her breasts pushed against the bed. He thurst into her like an animal. She screamed out nothing and the tears fell. She came but he didn't stop.
The pain and pleasure was becoming too much for her to take. She squeezed her eyes shut.
"Ahh!" she screamed.
He flipped her over again and put his hand over her mouth and turned her head so she would look at him, only him.
"Look at me Inoue, look at what I'm doing to you," he said thrusting harder. He groped her breast and went down to suck the hardened berry. He bit down hard causing her to scream and moan.
He let her mouth go and she tried so hard to stop the tears from falling. The pain was gone now, only pleasure was left.
Ichigo released inside of her and grunted. He fell on top of her, his head between her breasts. She said nothing. Her eyes were closed tightly as if she were having a nightmare.
"I love you…. Inoue…" he whispered but he new she didn't hear. She had fallen asleep.
He brought his thumb to her eyes and wiped the stray tears away. Technically he had just raped her. And by the looks of it the hollow that looked like him didn't take her virginity…
He had taken it away from her. She'd hate him for it.
He kissed her on the top of her head. He put the blanket over her naked body and got off the bed and to put back on his shinigami robes.
He glanced at her and sighed. He loved her and he was too stupid to see it before.
He hadn't planned on stealing her virginity either….
Damn… what the fucks the matter with me?
He left her apartment and went back home.
Orihime didn't come to school for the rest of the week.
A/N: This story is meant to be a one-shot, but if you want me to continue then drop a review. I need alot to be convinced just to warn you now so only five wont do.
I love to tease you guys.
Review or not to review, that is the question.
~Turtle-chan out~