A sequel to We Could Be Heroes. A smexy fic on faith, hope, love and revenge. Will the good prevail?
Main Pairing: surprise surprise.. IchiHime!
Side pairings: IshiNemu, GinRan, RenKia, GrimmNel.
This fic of mine is as original as it gets. And as a standard disclaimer, I don't own Bleach.
Heroes Come Back
Chapter 1
Scene 1
Once upon a time, the land of the rising sun was made up of two kingdoms – Kuchiki and Shihouin.
When the national treasures were discovered, the two kingdoms decided to bury it underground, to save it for their future generations.
To ensure that nobody could flounder with the fortune, the two kingdoms decided to make a lock and a key. Each kingdom would safe-keep one. Without one, the other can't be utilised.
Due to the dispute between the two Kingdoms, the lock and the key were buried away and hidden from each other, to ensure that the other party never lay their hands on it. While each kingdom sent spies and tried all tactics to hunt for the other part. On the surface the two kingdom were friends, but that was just... on the surface. It wasn't much later when the era of the kingdoms extinct - Corruption and greed ended the glorious days of the kingdom.
Soon after the fall of the kingdoms, the land was divided into five main districts, in order of the strongest to the weakest:
- The Northern district ruled by the Aizen Clan, also inhabited Kurosaki Clan
- The Eastern district ruled by the Shihouin Clan, also inhabited Ishida Clan
- The Western district ruled and inhabited by the Kuchiki Clan
- The Central district ruled by the Mayuri Clan and inhabited some minorities
- The Southern district, which was the smallest, was ruled by the Inoue Clan
The Aizens and Kurosaki from the North, had betrayed their Ishida allies, only to crush and conquer the East, where Shihouins was exterminated, while the Ishida clan fled to the hidden woods far north. However, the Kurosaki head was also lost during the war. Aizen Sousuke took it upon himself to adopt his nephew, the Kurosaki heir, and trained him to become the new leader. Years later, they attacked the Inoues of the South.
Presently, only three main districts remained. The three "big brothers" were Kuchiki the wealthiest village in the west; Mayuri the village most developed in science in the central; and last but not least, the strongest and largest Aizen in the North. The three big brothers had a truce to stay on cordial grounds to rule their land independently.
Yet as decades gone by, there were those who were still hunting for the lock and the key. Those who believed that with the lock and key, they would be the most powerful and the richest for all eternity.
The lock was a clear white map made from the finest animal skin. It was as thin as paper yet as durable as diamond, one that would survive the test of fire and water. Rumour has it that the descendants of the Kuchiki kingdom held it, but it was known as The Scroll, and only few knew about its existence and even fewer knew about its power.
The key was... well, no one know what the key was, but it was known as the Red Scarlet passed on to the Shihouin descendants in the East. Rumor has it that, the key was passed on to the Inoue clan for safe keeping when the coup led by Aizen Clan had conquered Eastern.
It was natural that Aizen decided to launch the attack on Inoue Clan, for one - Inoue Clan was more peace-loving and small and not combat trained, secondly and perhaps the actual motive was that the Aizen Clan advisor believed that the Inoues were the safe-keepers of the key and possibly the lock.
However, the Aizens found nothing when Inoue Clan was eventually exterminated - except for the auburn haired sister of the last clan leader.
Scene 2
"The attack plans should be put on hold. Although he is now an easy target, he's not our ultimate prey." A powerful feminine voice came from a hooded figure.
"He is clearly not himself anymore." The dark blue haired man ran a hand through his silky hair. "We need to find a way to save him and bring him to our side! Your grace, what news has the elder council gathered?"
"Your father, along with my husband and I are trying our very best, but we're far from creating a cure." Changing her voice to a more authoritative one, she stepped closer to the younger man "The best and quickest way, is to find the source. If we know the root of the evil, only then can we proceed to counter it."
"I have no doubt who you're referring to by the source." The sorrow was clear in his calm voice. He didn't want things to boil down to that. But they knew who they had to look for in order to proceed, and that person was their least of favorites.
"I hope I don't have to remind you not to put your personal emotions in this matter. What we're talking about is far more urgent and important. We're counting on you."
He knew she was right. He couldn't stand aside and do nothing when his nakama was in danger, when his nakama was a danger to the ones around him. Although it would put his relationship with his lover at risk, he had to do what was right, before personal selfish reasons. If he were to swap positions with his nakama, he'd do the same.
"I understand, your grace."
"We need to find her too, she's the only trace for the Red Scarlet."
Uryuu bowed to the hooded woman and took off from the woods.
Scene 3
Two men sat on the leopard-print couch in the West Wing boutique styled suite.
"Have you located her?"
"Yes, Sir. Uluqiorra's on it."
"Good job." The man nodded, "What about him? How is he doing?"
"He's still suffering from the… symptoms. I'll lead him there after the wedding, Aizen-sama."
"Good, we will get rid of two birds with one stone."
Then all power and glory shall be mine.
The knock on the door signaled the arrival of their special guests.
Halibel brought a bottle of whisky to refill the glasses of the dark haired senior advisor of Aizen clan and the silver haired chief commander. The latter took this as his cue to leave and excused himself.
The other guests began their little performance… Mila-Rose sat on the adjacent couch behind Apache, cupping her breasts from behind. The latter with stylish bob threw her head back as she moaned breathlessly, and dug her hands into the long sleek hair of Sun-Sun knelt in front of her, sucking at her clitoris.
Smirking and grinning wolfishly as the scene unfold before the hungry brown eyes, he let a half-naked Halibel straddle him and proceeded to do a lap dance for him.
These guests were victims of misfortune. When they were but minors, they were either captured, or traded in. Although they were given decent shelter and food and jobs – but he also drugged them and made them his sex slaves. As years went by, they became loyal to Aizen Sousuke.
"Mmmhh.. Aizen-sama!" Halibel lifted her breasts to him, begging for his attention. "Play with me!"
What did she think he'd say?
He kissed the busty girl deeply while squeezing her oversized breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples from time to time, as she grinded her hips over his. Ripping off her bright yellow thong, he shoved his thick manhood into her.
"Yes Kami! Fuck me!"
Roughly, he cupped her ass and slammed her down on his manhood swiftly while diligently sucking on her tight pearls. Not long after they came and quickly switched positions. This time the three other girls could join in the fun.
Mila-Rose and Apache stood on each sides of Sun-sun as they went down side by side on their hands and knees. Sousuke loved doggy-style, and these girls were ready to be fucked like bitches. Kneeling down behind Sun-sun, he started teasing Mila-Rose with his left hand, and Apache with his right hand. Their moans and pleas made him hardened instantly, he rammed his erection into Sun-sun and he shoved his fingers into the other two girls. Halibel sat behind him, licking his ass while playing with his balls and pleasuring herself.
He'd be damned if someone charged him for these unethical offences, but being in his position he used bribery to ensure his safety. Besides, if he was to be charge with any crime, this wasn't as serious as the rest he had committed… if anyone ever finds out.
Scene 4
Meanwhile in the Kuchiki Manor, the red haired general finally returned from his mission in the Central village after two long months.
Kneeling in front of his leader, Renji raised his hands to present a white scroll.
"It looks exactly the same. Ingenius, as expected of Mayuri." The handsome black haired leader nodded approvingly as he examined the replica of the lock.
"Mn, rise."
"Kuchiki-sama, I am certain that the Red Scarlet is not with the Mayuri Clan."
And that leaves us with one place.
"As agreed, I'll let you marry Rukia... if she agrees to it." Once those words reached his ears, he was overjoyed.
"Thank you! Thank you Kuchiki-sama!" he bowed his head again and again, not believing his ears.
"But Senna will be marrying Aizen Ichigo."
The red head froze as he stared at his leader in shock. "But Kuchiki-sama, if the wedding proceeds, we would have to handover the scroll."
"Why did you think you brought this back for? If we cancel the wedding, we'd have to compensate them in return – no doubt they will demand for the scroll. It's a lose-lose situation. But if my daughter is there, she'd be able to steal the Red Scarlet. While all they have is but a replica of the scroll."
The Kuchiki leader explained with finality. He never really trusted the Aizens. The only way to have the upper hand by securing the key before the other party finds the lock.
Scene 5
H-how?
How dare she?
How could she?
Heavy and hoarse breathing sounded from the wall behind the vacant room of an auburn hair beauty. Closing his overly-long calloused fingers around the flower-shaped hairclips, long unruly pure orange mane flowed from his crown to his rough muscled back.
You monster… I hate you!
His heart winced at her voice that appeared in his head. The suffocating feeling bugged him on a daily basis, it was guilt for what he did to the poor girl when she was held captive... guilt for destroying her village and taking the life of her brother.
Chuckling evilly, he turned the trembling girl around, back facing him and bent her over on her dressing table. She was naked, roughly stripped by the eagerness of his hands.
"No! Please don't."
He kissed the side of her luscious neck as his hands reached out to squeeze her large round mounds.
"Damn... I love your tits."
He groaned between his heated kisses on her shoulder. Pushing her breasts together roughly, molding them, he managed to reap a moan from her.
"You say no, but your body is begging for more." he laughed arrogantly as she placed her hands on the dressing table mirror to support herself.
She felt his very excited manhood poking at her behind as he continued kissing and licking her ear lobes, his hot breath caressing her ear as he whispered in a husky tone, sending shivers from her ear to her spine.
"Open your eyes, look."
She screwed her eyes shut but he tugged her long mane, forcing her to face upwards and her eyes to open. Facing the mirror in shame, she avoided eye contact - But she was staring at their naked bodies, the sight only made her wetter.
With both hands on her hips, he plunged into her. He couldn't control his moans as he dwelled in the unbelievable sensation of her warm tight heat wrapping around his manhood each time he thrust deeper in her. It only took him one night, (albeit a full night of multiple rounds) to know everything about her body. Pinching and twisting her nipples roughly, he wildly bucked his hips.
Her mind was screaming no more, but her body was screaming for more.
"Look at yourself... You love it when I fuck you like this."
"I-it's... n-not... tr-ue..." she panted, tearing rushing out, ashamed of the truth in his claim.
He held her hips firmly while he bucked his hips, leaving bruises on her creamy skin. She continued to sob in shame. He slowed his pace down to take a good look at her form in the mirror, her eyes were downcast on the table where her hands were rested, supporting herself... her large heavy mounds dancing with each thrust of his hips against hers, her tight nipples stood tout and proud. It aroused him further as a sense of possessiveness surged in him, wanting to mark her as his... forever his.
"No more..." she pleaded in sorrow.
"Look at me!" he tugged her hair so her head tilt backwards, her teary grey eyes meeting his dark hooded ones. "Don't deny you like this, you horny bitch!"
Her tits swayed back and forth hypnotically, and he reached one hand to roll her nipple, pleased to hear mewls escaping her mouth.
Not longer later, he felt her muscle tensing. The way her warm wet moist covered his entire shaft, pulling him deeper, was bringing him closer to release. But he wasn't going to just yet... he was going to take his time. She was there for his pleasure anyway.
Reluctantly pulling himself out as he felt her walls tightened around him, he rested his chin on her shoulders.
"Your pussy... is so fucking tight," he murmured harshly to her along with other dirty nothings in her ear, chewing and nipping her earlobe as he teased her wet folds with his cock.
His crude words made her cry more as she whimpered in protest – but her sobs turned into moans as he lifted one of her legs against his waist and plunged into her even harder than before. She collapsed on the dressing table as he lifted her ass higher, granting him better access while rocking in and out with no mercy.
"Ngarhhh…"
Her tears fell onto the table. She felt her legs starting to give way as the pleasure was too much for her frail body.
"Yes! Mmphh!"
After giving all he had, he was milked dry, way beyond what she could received, as evidenced by his liquid spilling from her swollen heat to her thighs.
.
.
"I hate you."
He caught her when her knees buckled, and placed her facing him on the dressing table, her head resting on the mirror. He pressed his hands on the sides of her head on the mirror. Standing between her spread legs, he rested his thighs against the dressing table.
As he gathered his breath, he stared appreciatively at her heaving chest, knowing that he did this to her. Damn, he still wanted to take her, his body was spent but his eyes gleamed with new lust. Her eyes widened in fear, knowing that her own limp body couldn't take it anymore.. She was dead tired.. Nothing the monster can do to make her excited or respond; or so she thought.
That was until he aligned his index finger under the nipple and began to flick it upwards. Her nipples hardened almost instantly. Flicking slowly at first then faster, he was going mad with lust watch the tight pearl bounce up and down with her jiggling breasts.
"Please… N-no mo-re…"
Her voice was silenced by his hungry kiss. She refused to believe how her wanton body was reacting despite her being half dead. The last thing she need was for this horny bastard to want her again. Just then, she groan in agony when she felt hardness poking at her thigh, she knew his member come back to live, and take her - he will.
"Your tits are so sensitive..." he voiced lustfully as he moved to flick her other nipple.
She closed her eyes, and felt a sudden relief when his abusive fingers left her. But the burning sensation from his touch remained.
The sound of sucking reached her ears before she actually felt the action. Opening her eyes immediately, she gasped to see his lips wrapped around her recently abandoned pearl.
He sucked on her sensitive bud greedily, like a starving man feasting on the tastiest meal of his life.
"You… Monster… " quickly, she bit her lower lip to stop a moan from escaping her.
Cupping her unoccupied breast possessively despite her struggle, he then pulled her neglected pearl while sucking on the other. Her traitorous hands went on to clutch his spiky orange hair, mindlessly holding him closer to her breasts as she arched her back.
"Oh-oaa... a-ahh.... arhh!"
Smirking at the sexy noise she was making, for him, he knew her body was ready again. As he entered her, she never felt such pleasure as their hips danced away. It was so good she didn't want it to ever stop.
He had never felt so much pleasure before... fucking her brought sex to a whole new level. And he loved it. He wanted her so badly everytime. He may be acting like the domineering bastard, but only because he desperately, humbly needed her body... wanted her body. If she wasn't willing, he would take it by force.
After all, she was his fuck toy and nobody else's.
Disgusted, he looked up into her desk table mirror and smashed it with his bare hands.
Growling loudly, not at the pain on his skin, but for the pain in his aching heart. Yes, he was a monster in the inside, and now he a monster on the outside as well.
He missed her… the only girl he ever fell in love with and eventually... lost. It was karma, now he was suffering because of what she did to him.
Frustrated tears filled his black and gold eyes as his painful growl filled the manor.
"C-come… back… to… me. Come… back, my Hime."
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End.
Love,
Blitch out
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