The Perverted Albino Next Door
With a sigh, she stood up lazily and stretched. Finally, all of her hard work was finished. Ichigo Kurosaki, the young woman of twenty-one, was done unpacking and fixing all of her things into her new apartment. The orange-haired girl dusted off her black skirt and crossed her arms over her well-endowed chest. She was proud of her new living space. A spacious living room, a good-sized kitchen—not that she was a good cook—and a nice bedroom with its own bathroom.
Ichigo had worked hard for the money she had. Growing up with a father who was hell-bent on proving her 'worthiness' as the eldest daughter by refusing to help her out with her expenses, she had a bit of trouble, but not much. The orangette had worked her way briskly through medical school to make it this far, now all she had to do was find a steady nursing job somewhere.
She didn't know much about Tokyo, having moving there just a week ago. Ichigo had grown up in the small town of Karakura, but decided to leave her crazy dad and younger sisters to find a good job in Tokyo. She was sure many positions were available there.
Her upmost favorite part of this apartment, and the main reason as to why she picked it, was it had a nice balcony. Big enough that Ichigo was able to fit a table and two chairs out there, just so she could sit out there and have a meal. She had always loved aimlessly staring at the sky, whether it is day or night. The sky was a blank canvas in her mind, often filled with different clouds and stars.
Ichigo smiled to herself before dumping all of her empty boxes into the closet incase she ever needed them again. Walking over to her new coffee pot, she brewed some of her favorite. It was chocolate coffee. Whoever invented it was a life saver to her. She disliked regular coffee, but chocolate she could never turn down. The young woman quickly poured a mug full and added a few spoonfuls of sugar. Another good thing about the drink was it was delicious with only sugar. No need for milk or creamer.
Blowing lightly on the steam, Ichigo looked over to see that night had already fallen. The small twinkling stars were visible through the glass doors that led to her balcony. She smiled to herself before walking over and opening the sliding door and stepping out into the cool evening breeze. Sitting herself in one of the painted white chairs, she set her cup on the table and looked up at the stars in wonder.
She flipped her long orange hair over her shoulder before taking a sip of the sweet concoction before her. Ichigo hummed at the delicious flavor as it entered her taste buds. Tomorrow she would probably go out shopping for a bit and probably deliver some résumés to different hospitals or clinics. Hmm, sleeping in didn't sound too bad either. But, then again, one of her younger sisters, Yuzu, had asked her to call in the morning. To assure her younger sister she was fine. Ichigo would never understand how worried that girl could be for her older sibling.
The woman blinked as she was suddenly aware of sounds coming from the balcony to the left of her's. Squinting to see better in the darkness, Ichigo's cheeks turned tomato red at the sight of a man and a woman making out in clear sight. Talk about public indecency!
The girl had huge breasts. She could probably smother babies in them! They were faux, Ichigo was sure of it. There was no way that was even possible. She had wavy strawberry blonde hair that looked nearly perfect and she had the perfect curves. Covering her beautiful body was a tight-fitting, skimpy black dress and red stilettos covered her feet, making her nearly the same height as the man.
Now the man she was currently rubbing against was an entirely different story. His skin was white, literately the same shade as snow. It looked pure, untouched and soft. The young man's hair was pure ivory as well, spiked and fell to the nape of his neck. He wore a dark blue silk button-up, which was currently being unbuttoned and tight, form-fitting dark jeans, as well as black converse to complete the look.
Ichigo usually wasn't one to stare, but she couldn't take her eyes off of them. She had never been in a relationship, nor had her first kiss. All of the boys at her high school had been scared of her, minus, Chad, Ishida, Mizuiro, and Keigo. Yet, she had never thought of her guy friends in that way. They were always just friends.
Just as she thought this, the woman had broken for air and kissed the column of her lover's neck, completely oblivious to Ichigo's eyes. The man, however, opened his eyes to reveal shocking golden irises swimming in a sea of ebony. His eyes locked with the orangette's and she felt her heart beat loudly and her cheeks flush. The albino gave her a smirk, ignoring the woman in his arms, and Ichigo lost it right there. She fumbled for her coffee before quickly getting up and hurrying inside the confines of her new home. Slamming the sliding door shut, Ichigo closed the curtains and leaned against them, panting for breath.
Her heart thumped quickly in her chest and her cheeks were blood red. She was embarrassed, to say the least. Ichigo probably seemed like a freak for watching someone else with some hooker! But then again, it was their fault for doing it in public! Yeah!
She let out a huff and straightened up, looking tough. Ichigo should go over there and set that guy straight! He should know better! Biting her lip, she remembered that cunning smirk and her earlier reaction came back. St-Stupid guys! Breaking her resolve like that! She didn't need a man in her life. Especially not that idiot! He must be a player. Looking at an innocent girl like that while having a hooker in his arms. Ichigo would have to watch her back when approaching him tomorrow.
She peered down at her now cold coffee, and glared at the dark liquid. Standing up, the tired woman poured the remains down the drain of the sink and washed her mug out before drying it and placing it on the counter for tomorrow. With a yawn, she padded back to her bedroom and stripped down to her underwear and bra before slipping on some small shorts. Turning off the lights, she slipped into her queen-sized bed and snuggled into the soft, warm sheets. It only took her a few minutes to fall into blissful sleep.
Ichigo shifted on the carpet in the hallway as she faced her rude neighbor's apartment door. Apartment 513, she said in her mind. She had no idea why she was so nervous; she had talked to guys before! He was no different! Shaking her head, the 'brave' girl knocked twice on the door and waited.
A grunt was heard before footsteps sounded, approaching the door. The knob was turned before revealing a grumpy albino only clad in boxers. Had he been sleeping? It was like, six in the afternoon! This caused Ichigo to blush once more. What has gotten into me with the blushing?
His grumpy face disappeared once he noticed who was at his door. A wide grin spread on his face, causing Ichigo to cringe and take a step back. The albino man leaned against the door frame, that grin still in place. "Can I help you?" he asked in a husky tone.
An odd warm feeling spread throughout her body at his voice. Ichigo flushed tomato red before biting her lip and glaring up at the man. "I'm here to complain about last night! Y-You were-!"
He cut her off with a chuckle. "Mahh, but you were starin', weren't ya?"
She shook her head quickly in embarrassment. "I-I was not!" Ichigo huffed and crossed her arms. "What if some old lady was here instead of me?"
The pale man shook his head, his golden eyes held amusement at her actions. "Oh, I'm sure she wouldn't have minded."
The orangette growled out in frustration and stamped her foot on the ground. "You're a pervert! Considering you were with a hooker, I wouldn't be surprised."
The albino chuckled before holding out a hand. "Shirosaki Ogichi."
Ichigo blinked confusedly, staring at the pale hand with black-painted fingernails. "Huh?" she tilted her head to the side in confusion.
"That's my name, idiot," he rolled his eyes.
"O-Oh," Maybe he is a gentleman…, she thought as she reluctantly took his surprisingly warm hand. "I-I'm Kurosaki Ichigo."
A sadistic smirk had her quickly changing her mind as Ichigo was pulled into his pale chest, trapped between his arms. "Ah-ha, caught ya, Berry-Tan~!"
Her eyes widened as a light blush caught her cheeks once again. Ichigo was practically against a nearly-naked man! "H-Hey! Let go, you pervert!" She yelled, kicking and struggling against him.
The albino only shook his head before kicking the door close, leaving them in the darkness of his home. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Shirosaki only replied with a grin before tugging her by her captured wrists into the bedroom.
Oh, no, she gulped as he pushed her down onto the soft bed. I-Is he gonna rape me? The albino chuckled at her face. She looked as red as a strawberry, perfectly matching her name.
"Don't be afraid, Berry-Tan," he murmured, leaning down to brush his lily white lips against her pink ones. Ichigo let out a breathy gasp at the action before suddenly his lips pressed against hers for a mere moment. She froze. Her first kiss was being stolen by a stranger! A rapist at that!
"D-Don't call me that, pervert! Rapist!" she cried out, desperately trying to break free. He simply 'tsk'ed and moved down to unbuckle the belt around her waist. Ichigo's eyes went wide and her face paled.
Shirosaki noticed this and shook his head. "I ain't gonna rape you, idiot. I'm just gonna teach ya a lesson about peepin'." She felt as though he was telling the truth, but still would believe him. The orange-haired girl would never let down her guard again.
Once he slid the belt from her belt loops, the man wrapped it around her wrists, leaving her immobile. Luckily, Ichigo was wearing a simple white button up, so it was easy for Shirosaki to get to what he really wanted. The strawberry fumbled with the belt wrapped tightly around her tan wrists, trying to loosen it, before deeming it useless for her to even try. Her cheeks flushed with blood as she watched as her captor unbuttoned her top effortlessly, revealing her rather large breasts covered by a light pink bra.
He raised a brow. "Hmm, not as good as last night's, but you'll do." Shirosaki murmured aloud, causing her to growl. But, that growl morphed into a gasp as he grasped both of them in his hands and gently squeezed. Ichigo clenched her eyes shut; she had never had anyone touch her in such a way before. He grinned perversely at her reaction. It seemed like he had a little innocent one, even better. His pale hands slid down to unclasp the front closure to her bra, easily opening it. Ichigo's creamy flesh was exposed and she once again tried to free herself to no extent. However, before she knew it, his mouth had latched onto one of the soft buds, eliciting a gasp to slip from her lips. Low moans and gasps flew from her mouth as he sucked gently while one of his hands came up to toy with the neglected nipple.
"St-ah!-op!" Ichigo gasped, struggling amongst him. Shiro simply pulled away and moved up to face her.
"Hmm? You want me to stop?" He asked, looking at her burning cheeks and her open mouth as she panted.
She glared at him before willing her leg to move slowly, towards her target. Right as that annoying smirk touched the corners of his lips again, Ichigo kicked him harshly in the groin. Shirosaki hissed and gritted his teeth at the pain. This made it easier for her to push the pain-stricken man off of her. As quick as she could, Ichigo undid the belt from her hands and clipped her bra back together.
"YOU STUPID LITTLE PUNK!" She shouted and, not caring that her shirt was still unbuttoned, punched the albino square in the jaw. Ichigo was angry and very embarrassed. She had almost allowed herself to be raped! With a huff, she didn't even bother to listen to his reaction. The feisty woman ran out of the apartment, slamming the door shut before dashing into the comfort of her own.
She was never affiliating herself with her neighbor again. Or so she swore.