HELLO EVERYONE!
I'm back with the prologue to my next story, The Incubus Child. This story picks up 18 months after the events of the first story The Incubus Desire...
Here we find Ichigo and Orihime happily in love and about to take off to the USA for college along with the rest of their friends. Everything is seemingly normal
until bizarre, horrible things start affecting the entire group, leading Orihime to believe that the Incubi from the Society of Eternal Night are not done with her.
PS- The tone of this story is a little different from the first but I hopes everyone still likes it.. Read Review and Enjoy!
It was not the blood that worried him. Ichigo had seen more than his fair share of bloodshed throughout the years, that he could get used to. But it was the sound of Orihime's dark hollow screams echoing off the paper thin walls, that made his blood run cold. It was her sweat dampened brow as she clutched the streets and cried out, fighting back the pain that wracked her thin body. He would never forget that sound, he would never be able to erase the frightened look in her eyes from his memory.
Ichigo fell to his knees beside the small cot and took Orihime's hand in his. Her fingers felt so frail in his hand. A short groan escaped her lips as she turned to look at him. Blood leaked from the corner of her mouth, but still she forced a smile.
"I love you," Ichigo whispered then kissed the back of her hand. Orihime tried to speak, but all she could manage to do was cough up another mouthful of blood and close her eyes.
"You need to leave." Ichigo felt Yoruichi's strong hands grip his shoulder and pull him back.
"She needs me," Ichigo said from between clenched teeth.
"At least go sit in the corner over there. You don't need to see her like this," Yoruichi insisted.
Ichigo let out a heavy sigh and wiped his tears away with the back of his hand.
"Is she going to live?" Ichigo murmured.
Yoruichi glanced up at him, her eyes sympathetic, her mouth set in a thin line.
"I don't know, but for now just take a seat over there and wait."
Ichigo trudged over to the corner where Urahara was sitting. Kisuke's face was deathly pale and his eyes were wide. Ichigo placed his back against the wall and slid to the floor. he pressed his face into his hands and began to weep quietly. He had no idea how things had managed to progress to this point, but he still blamed himself. Ichigo closed his eyes and began to think of happier times, when Orihime was his and everyone was safe, and still alive.