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Arisawa Tatsuki looked away in shame. Once again she had been staring at her best friend with more than impure thoughts. But how couldn't she? Walking slowly behind Orihime always had that effect on her. Especially when ever Orihime insisted on wearing her tightest pair of jeans. Ever since they had both been attacked by a mind controlling tentacled Hollow at their school, Tatsuki had been yearning to touch Orihime in ways that she had never before thought acceptable.
"Hey Tatsuki-chan!"
Tatsuki looked up from the ground and felt her heart swell at the bright smile on Orihime's face. Seeing the sunny smile on her red-headed friend brought a small smirk to her own lips.
"Yes Orihime?"
"Do you think Ichigo would like this jacket?"
Tatsuki's face fell at the mention of her oldest friend's name. Some times she couldn't help but hate him for almost always being at the center of Orihime's thoughts. She looked at the proffered jacket. It was dark blue with red stripes going down either sleeve. It had pointless zippers and stitches all over, and a crooked 15 emblazoned on the left pocket. It was indeed a jacket that Ichigo would love to have.
"Actually, I think he would like this jacket instead."
"Oh… well, you have known him longer, so I guess you would know better Tatsuki."
At Tatsuki's urging, Orihime put down the amazing jacket and picked up the one that Tatsuki had indicated. It was nothing less than a pink abomination. That's the only way that Tatsuki could describe it.
Tatsuki felt bad for encouraging her friend to buy a gift for Ichigo that he would invariably hate, but still accept because he didn't know how to say 'no' to Orihime. But she couldn't stop herself. She had recently noticed that more and more she was giving in to her more selfish desires. Besides, the pink thing was several thousands yen less than the blue one. Orihime was already bad enough off, there were more important things that she should be spending her money on.
'Like on you,' a dark voice whispered in her ear.
'Yes, like on me,' she felt herself agreeing. And then she froze.
Orihime sensed something wrong. She turned around and saw that Tatsuki had stopped moving.
"Are you okay Tatsuki-chan?"
'You're fine.'
"I'm fine."
Something wasn't right. She reached out to find Tatsuki's reiraku. Ichigo and Uryu had worked together for a month to teach her how to see the Spirit Ribbons. As she looked at Tatsuki's ribbon she instantly noticed something wrong with it. It seemed to be flayed at the edges, and slowly deteriorating.
Orihime ran to Tatsuki and looked into her eyes. They were completely dilated and tears were flowing freely, but through it all she was grinning like a mad-woman.
Tatsuki's thoughts were finally clear. There was no more shame. No more guilt. There was only love and hate. Love for her beautiful Orihime, and hate for the damned Ichigo. It was all so obvious. She need only to kill Ichigo and then Orihime would love her, and only her.
Tatsuki reached up and grabbed Orihime's face and forced their lips together.
Tatsuki felt her knees go weak as she held her lips to Orihime's. It was as if liquid bliss had been poured directly into her brain. Soon enough, all of her deepest and darkest dreams would be coming true.
Meanwhile, Orihime had been petrified by the sudden collision of their lips. This wasn't right. Tatsuki was supposed to be her protector. She was supposed to keep people from doing things to her that she didn't want. Yet, here Tatsuki was forcing a kiss on her.
Tatsuki released Orihime's lips, and licked her own with a satisfied sigh.
"Don't worry Hime-chan. You don't have to kiss me back yet. I know that your silly crush on Ichigo has to go before you'll love me like I do you."
Before Orihime could stop her, Tatsuki took off running. She tried to catch up to her, but knew that she couldn't. Tatsuki's athleticism had always kept her faster than the average highschool student. Orihime noted with worry that she was headed in the direction of the Kurosaki Clinic.
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Karin Kurosaki was bored. She had already finished all of her homework, so that was out. Her dad was out at a doctors' convention in Kyoto, so she couldn't make fun of him.
Suddenly she heard the entrance bell chime as the door opened to let someone in.
"Hey, can't you read? Sign says we're closed! Do you want me to call the co- oh. Hey Tatsuki-san. If you want Ichigo, he should be up in his room."
Tatsuki went into the dining room/ living room and smirked at Karin sitting at the table sipping what could have been any cola.
"Karin-chan, where does your dad keep his surgical equipment," Tatsuki asked in an as seductive voice she could muster.
Karin's breath hitched in her throat. Long had she admired Tatsuki, for being a strong and independent. And here was her idol, practically flirting with her. And yet, there was something off about the request. Why should any one need her father's surgical equipment.
"Why Tatsuki, is someone hurt out- hmph!"
With a grip on Karin's chin, Tatsuki pressed their lips together and breathed into Karin's mouth, subconsciously altering her spirit energy into a powerful mood altering aura, injected directly into Karin's core.
"Now, Karin-chan, where are the scalpels?"
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