A/N: This is a sequel from my other story "The True Face of Our Teacher", an AU, Aihime story. This one "Scandalous Love" is an Ichihime, Aihime story with main focus on Ichihime. To understand this story better and know what happened with Aizen and Orihime ten years ago, I suggest you read the prequel first. The prequel is only a one shot, could take less than 5 minute to read. Click on my penname Lonewingwriter at the top left of this page to go to my profile and read the prequel "The True Face of Our Teacher".
This story set 10 year after Aizen and Orihime were together. They are now husband and wife with a lot of problems, that is when a man with the name Kurosaki Ichigo comes to their life as Orihime's driver and bodyguard. I always want to do a triangle, and I love both Aihime and Ichihime, so there we are.
So I did some editing to this chapter again. This chapter is not betaed, but the rest of the story is beataed. Hope it is better.
Warning: not a happy story, lot of drama, angst, tragedy, possible OOCs. Warning for Ichihime fans: a lot of aihime, especially at the beginning of this chapter. For Aihime fans: yahoo for now, but Ichihime of the end of this chapter. For both fans: a lot of Aihime and a lot of Ichihime, read at your own risk. I'll try to balance both, to give both paring adequate amount of screen time. And to Orihime fans: Hehehehehehe. Enough for now, enjoy the story and tell me if you want me to continue.
(Post 6/4/11)
Disclaim: I do not own Bleach
Today was Valentine day. It had been ten years since their first Valentine. She bit a small chocolate, unable to keep her tears falling. Sousuke, after all, still hated chocolate. What was the point of making him any though? Thinking back on their first Valentine made Orihime sob uncontrollably on her pillow. Sousuke was right, there was no such thing as love or compassion in this world. When she was young, she thought that love could change anything, she thought that she could heal him, fill him with love, and make him happy. Such a naive thought! It was her mistake to marry him, to be with him in the first place although she knew from the beginning what kind of person he was. There were time when she thought he changed, when she thought that they could be together, and their love was enough. Love was never enough, and now as their love had begun to fade through time, their distance grew bigger and she felt like she could not touch him like before. His heart had been too far away for her to reach.
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12:00 Valentine had officially passed. Their ten years together had officially passed. This was the first Valentine for the past ten years that she was alone, and she had the feelings that from now on she would be alone, returned to the same way she was 10 years ago. She was losing him, no to be more precisely, she had decided to let him go. She no longer wanted to keep him by her side, to try anything and everything to mend their relationship and to be with him. No, she was no longer want to be with him because every time she neared him she could not help but to feel disgust. That man was rotten deep into his core. She cried again.
1:00 She had been crying for the whole hour, and he had not come home yet. He probably was hooking up with one of the young girls who were chasing after him all the time. He was a very attractive man after all, and he was still very young, only 36. With his wealth and power and his charm, there was no doubt countless girls all over him who would be much younger and attractive than she was. No, she was not jealous, in fact, even if it hurt her greatly, she had secretly hoped that he used this time fooling around with another girl, and not to play with another soul, scheming on another life. She cried again, would she ever be tried of crying?
3:00 She suddenly woke up as she felt someone kissing on her neck. Did he even know that his body fulled of perfume? He continued kissing her, his hands all over her body. And then he entered her. She could not help but to let tears fall again. If he was still the old Sousuke, he would know she was crying, but he knew nothing, he quickly fell asleep once his needs were satisfied. No the old Sousuke would never violate her, intruding her without her consents, and he would not come home this late, disturbing her sleep to full fill his desire. She cried again, he was not in love with her anymore. Without their love, there was no thing left for her to be with him anymore. She would not cry for him anymore, this was the last time she wasted any tear for him. From this time on, she would stop loving him because he was not worth it, not anymore.
5:00 Aizen woke up earlier this morning. He always woke up early, he was now a very important man who could not afford to waste any second of his time in vain. He should be ready to work now although he still felt a little left out from the wild night. As he stirred up, he noticed his wife was in his arms. No matter what happened, he could not help but felt so right having her in his arms. As he was combing her hair with his fingers, he smiled. She was his and his alone, his most precious possession, no matter how many women he slept with, no one could compare to Orihime. She was his angel. He sighed, then again, he needed no angel, recently he was getting more and more tired of her nagging about morals and ethics. He had hoped that she understood him better. He had thought that she was the only one who could understand him, so why did she continue bother him with things that she knew he did not even give a damn about? Why did she want to change him? Why not accept him as he was, love him for the man he was? He sighed again, he was not blind, he knew that for the past years her love had changed, she did not love him the same way she did before. He could feel it when they were together, no more warming smiles at him, no more kisses with full of passion and love, no more responses to his touch, no more sweet words to encourage him, comfort him. How he missed her voice, her gentle voice whenever she called his name, whenever she poured into his ears words of passions, of love. He knew they were soul mate, there would be no women in this world could touch his soul the way she did nor men to touch her. But then, even if they were soul mate, even if they could understand each other greatly, she refused to accept him. That's why he had to find other women, especially young ones to fill in the gap. He had hoped that he could somehow find a new version of the young Orihime who loved him wholeheartedly, responded to every single of his touch and touched him in an unimaginable way. But no one, no one could ever compare to her, not even in the slightest. They could not even compare to the present Orihime who had not loved him the same way she had before.
He smiled again, then last night they had made love. It had been a long time since they do so. Those women last night were so disgusting that he could not help but to want to be with her again even if she was not like before. When he was with her last night, he felt like his whole body was purified, and even she didn't response to him as she was sleeping, just the feel of her body and the smell of her had sent him to heaven. She had a perfect body, the one of a goddess. Yes, that was right, no women could ever compare to Orihime, past or present.
"Sousuke?"
Oh, how he missed her voice, when was the last time he heard her voices, 1, 2, or 3 weeks? Not wanting to hear her nagging, he had been in his other mansion for the whole month. How did he miss her! He turned to her and kissed her passionately, telling her how much he missed her, how much he was still in love with her.
She pushed him away. She pushed him away. This was the first time since the day they were together that she pushed him away. He looked at her again, how sad her eyes were. He had never seen her eyes look this sad before, not just sad, but resentment, guilt, and a little bit of determination? Guilt of what? Determination of what? He got up and looked at the closets, under the bed, the bathroom, every where trying to find a sign of any man in the room. He would kill him, whoever dared to touch her.
"What are you doing, Sousuke?"
"To find the damn man who dare to touch you."
She laughed. This was the first time in the long time that she laughed.
"Sousuke, please don't be so childish. There is no man."
"Really?"
She could not hold another laugh back as she looked into his eyes. As a master of manipulation as he was, he always showed her his true face, no lie, no mask. His eyes now were that full of hope, a little bit doubt, and still some trace of anger. She laughed again as his face was so childish now with the way his eyes looked. She got closer to him, tracing her fingers on his cheek, and put a chaste kiss onto his lips. All of her resolve to not love him anymore were begun to fade.
"There is no one. No one could be like you. No one could ever touch me because my heart already belonged to you"
"As my heart belonged to you"
Then he kissed her again, felt more relief, she still loved him, he knew it. This was the same as before, nothing would change. They would be together like before, he had been thinking too much. At that time, the phone began to ring again.
"Sousuke, stop. The phone is ringing."
"Who cares?"
"Please, it might be important"
As he frustratedly opened the phone he mistakenly pressed the loud speaker. Big mistake.
"Aizen, honey, are you there? Last night was wonderful, so I wonder if you want to have breakfast with me, you know my house right. We could..."
He tried to press the end call button as soon as possible, but it was too late. Orihime turned around, not saying another word, and heading to the bathroom. Any word now would be in vain, he would wait for her to calm down and explain later. He sighed, making a mental note for himself to make that stupid woman as miserable as possible. What was her name, again? Who cares? He would find out soon enough, and prepare an adequate reward for what she did.
For now, he needed to eat something, getting more energy before he could deal with Orihime and head back to work. As he walked to the kitchen, he noticed a bunch of chocolate on the table. Chocolate, for who? He raised his eyebrow again, his suspicion was confirmed. As Orihime came to the kitchen, he asked, anger in his voice:
"Whose those chocolate for?"
Orihime sighed, not even looked into his eyes, turned her back to his, and getting herself some tea.
"Before you come to any conclusion, why not try it first?"
"You know I never like chocolate."
"Then do what you want."
Orihime was so cold with him, way too cold, but his anger made the best out of him. He bit a piece, relieved. This was bitter, very bitter, she made a very dark chocolate and put some rum into it, his favorite rum. It tasted very good although he did not like chocolate, he did not mind to take another piece; if it was from Orihime, even the nastiest thing could be very tasty.
"I'm sorry."
"You know what Sousuke, if you are so suspicious, you should stop meeting all of those women, then you would not assume I will do the same."
"You know me better than that. Those women are just trash compared to you, they are not even worth being my appetizer or dessert. You are the only woman I have in my eyes. Beside, I am not base my suspicion in pure jealousy. I saw a glint of guilt in your eyes earlier when you pushed me away."
"How many time do I have to tell you, Sousuke, that people are not trash. They are human beings, like us, they have feelings just like you and me. Stop treating them like your plaything, stop playing with people' hearts."
"We have touched in this topic many time before, and I don't want to argue any further, neither do I want to push my opinions on yours the way you push mine. But you evade my question, why are guilt in your eyes when you kiss me if not you did something wrong to me?"
"You would not want to hear it."
"I damn well want to hear it. Answer me."
"Many reasons, but I'll make it short. Momo Hinamori."
"Again, how many time do we have to go through this? You try to evade the question again. You did nothing wrong to her, and how it is related when we kiss?"
"I just saw the news yesterday. She is dead. And do you want to know why? I guess you know it well. She committed suicide. The news said that she could not bear the life in prison and the views of people toward her, so she decided to end her life by hanging herself with her favorite scarf."
"So she died. Believe me, Orihime, I am as upset with the news as you are. But she is the past, we should not let her intrude our life. We should head to the future."
"Are you kidding me? Do you think I am blind? Momo loved you, that scarf was the present you gave her and she treasured it more than her life, there is no way she wanted to stain it with her death."
"But it can also be that because she treasured it too much that she wanted to use it to end her life. It makes more sense this way, doesn't it? Human nature is very complex, there is no way you or me can understand it thoroughly, as intelligent as we are."
"Human nature indeed is very complex. So I can not understand why there could be a cold blooded person in this world who framed his favorite student and his most loyal subordinate for his own crime, abandoned her only after claiming her heart and body. And now, to end her life in his amusement, he decided to mark his involvement in her death by making her hang herself with the only present he has ever given her."
"You are getting more and more ridiculous. How can you accuse your own husband like that? Do you even have any evidence?"
"I have none of that, and don't talk to me about evidence because I know you don't give a damn about law and order, but I know what you have done. I am being with you long enough to know what really is happening."
"So all of these are your own interpretations and assumptions. I must remind you, Orihime, that you are still very naive, don't ever assume things. Beside, as I told you many time before, there is no truth in this world as there is no such thing as right and wrong, only raw facts. People use their own judgments and assumptions to twist those facts and make them their reality, their truth. The fact is Hinamori died, nothing more, nothing less. There is no evidence or supporting facts that either you or me involve in her death and therefore we should not let it affect our life. Look at me, forget about Hinamori, forget about anything else, right now, it is just you and me. The fact is I love you, don't that enough to you? I know you love me too. Do you still want to be with me?
Flash back:
"Do you want to be with me?"
She looked at him again. His eyes filled with lust and desire, but she could see deep in there that he was care for her, a genuine care, different with the fake care that he always showed to his students. For the first time in her life, she trusted him. She didn't know if it was a right decision, but she decided to trust him. She nodded.
"I trust you, and I want to be with you, now and forever."
It was still the same question, but what she was about to answer him today would be different. Before she didn't know whether or not she should trust him, but now she knew for sure. She would not. It was not like she could not trust him for herself, no she knew that he would never do anything to harm her, but she could not trust him for what he would do to others. Before she thought that people could be changed, that there was no such thing as pure evil at birth. But she was wrong, his nature was that could not be changed, something that was deep into his core that she cannot reach. Before she could answer him, there was a knock on the door, so she decided to talk about it later and went to get the door.
Her first impression about the man in front of her was that he was so handsome, his orange hair was so bright that it almost made her eyes go blind. She was stun there, enchanted completely by his beauty. It was not about his physical beauty. No, she was not the kind of girl that went for appearance. And beside, her husband was also devilishly handsome, the kind of beauty of a god whose charm kept drawing people in, controlling their body and soul. To be honest, compared to her husband's charm, this man in front of here now was nothing, just a normal handsome man. But there was something about him that made she feel so warm and at the same time she could feel a slash of pain in her heart. Like she knew him, long before, like she always wanted to be with him and him only, like she was waiting for him, for a long long time. She felt so safe right now, this man made she feel so safe that all of her angry and frustration and sadness were gone. She felt like she was home now, warm and safety.
"So you are Kudosaki Ichigo, right?"
"It's Kurosaki Ichigo, Aizen-sama. It's my pleasure to meet you."
So his name was Kurosaki Ichigo. What a nice name. She blushed. Then she mentally shaking her head. What was she doing now? Blushing like a high school girl. She was a married woman, for god's sake, and no matter how bad her marriage was right now, no matter how handsome the man in front of her was right now...or ...no matter how cute he was right now with a scowl in his face (she blushed again), no she had no right to blush at him. Did he just raise his eyebrow at her? Oh my god, could this man be any cutter? She mentally wanted to spin around on the floor to release all of her excitements. This was bad, she should ask Sousuke what was the business of this young man here and sent him away.
"Sousuke.."
"Oh, Orihime, this is Kudosaki Ichigo, he will be your new driver and body guard from now on."
"His name is Kurosaki Ichigo, Sousuke. And what happened to Hiaki-san?"
"He just resigned yesterday"
She raised her eyebrow, she had a bad feelings about this.
"And why does he have to resign?"
"That you should ask him, I have no idea."
"Is this so?"
"I have to go Orihime, mind if I bring those chocolates to work, they are delicious. Thank you, honey."
He leaned closer and kissed her on her cheek.
"I think you don't like chocolate."
"There is nothing that I don't like if it comes from you, Orihime"
He looked into her eyes again and said
"I love you"
She looked at him, did not answer, but she could not stop herself and put a chaste kiss on his lips, which turned out to be a very passionate kiss. What were they doing in front of a guest? She was not used to show affection with her husband in front of others. And then she remembered, that this was not a normal guest but a very dangerous creature that needed to be sent away.
"Sousuke, I told you this many times but I don't need a driver or a body guard, I can drive myself, and what is the point of having a body guard. I'm just a normal high school teacher who certainly does not need a body guard. Think about how my students and colleagues would think about me when I have an expensive car with a driver and a bodyguard, certainly it is not very appropriate in an education environment where..."
"That's why I told you to quit your job already. The wife of Aizen Sousuke does not need to work. Beside, you do not have a very expensive car with a driver and a body guard, you just have a very normal affordable car with a driver who is also a body guard. And who dares to talk in your back while you are the wife of the one who owns the whole school? We have talked about this so many time that I am so tired to repeat myself but I did agree to not have a maid or more servants, and live in this small house like a normal couple with you, so you have to compromise with me and agree to this small request. I do all of this for your safety."
"And what do you do out there that make you are so concerned for your wife's safety?"
"I really have to go. We will talk about this later."
"Hi there. Are you still there? I just want to properly introduce myself. My name is Kurosaki Ichigo, and I am your new driver and body guard"
"H-he-llo, Kurosa-saki, Kurosaki-kun, my name is I-in, um, I m-mean Aizen Sousuke, um, I mean Aizen Orihime. Very nice to meet you."
'Kurosaki-kun?
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