(A/N: Here it is, the Orihime killings series. This is going to be more of a drabble series, I think, and more in the true sense of the word. Though, I don't know the true definition yet. Whatever.
The ever important disclaimer:
Please read, or Neliel/Shade will have to kick your butt.
In this story, like in The Girl Who Wouldn't Die, Orihime dies. It's maybe not as satisfying as a Momo death, but I'm sure that there are some Orihime haters out there. If you love Orihime to death, and don't want her to die, then don't read this! Good god! Don't be cruel like that! Us writer's hate flames, especially ones from people who haven't read the damn disclaimer.
This disclaimer thing seemed to weed out the flamers in my Momo story, so hopefully it'll work here, too. Otherwise, I'm going into ass-kicking mode!! Thank you for reading!
Oh, snap. Disclaimer Parte Deux: These drabbles will possibly contain kinky scenes. You have been warned, and you won't be warned again.
One last thing. Don't you dare take these seriously!! This is meant for fun, and fun is meant to make us happy, right? So…sit back and let me take you on a ride!)
Death To Princess
Accidental Strangulation
Ichigo couldn't remember exactly why he had gone to bed with Orihime, and he was not altogether sure he was enjoying it.
He had never expected such a sweet girl to have such masochistic desires, but then again, Nel had turned out to be a masochist, and it hadn't been a lie.
It all began with her first command.
"Hit me. Hit me as hard as you can." She demanded, and he frowned. Should he really do it? He apparently took too long in his decision-making, and Orihime snarled from beneath him. "I told you to hit me!"
His solid smack sent her head reeling; it was exactly what she wanted.
The sex part of the whole ordeal was slightly enjoyable, it was the sadism that he was forced to display that made Ichigo uncomfortable. Then, there was her sudden demand for him to choke her, and he sighed, his hands tightening around her throat.
He couldn't help but wonder if this masochistic side of her had been instilled in her during her life in Las Noches. He couldn't help but envision that it was Aizen's throat in his hands as they tightened around it. He didn't even realize that Orihime was suffocating until it was already too late.
"Son of a bitch." He growled, finishing up what he and Orihime had begun, and then tossing his clothes on and leaving.