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Chapter Two

Hunger

"Aah! What are you? What are you doing here? How did you get here? How did I get here? What is going on?" Orihime questioned rapidly while pointing a shaky finger at Bezanthume.

"I thought I told you to shut up! Anyone would get a headache from turning back time, you know…" Bezanthume's voice rumbled and his form shifted slightly. His form resembled black and red mist shaped as a tall man in a hooded overcoat. The mists were moving constantly inside the frame of his form and had a similar mesmerizing effect as the mist in the crimson orb. Realization struck her like a sledgehammer.

"Bezanthume! You were trapped in that orb! Why didn't you tell me it was you?" Orihime asked, just a little angry. The hand had seriously creeped her out. Now that she thought about it, it was a little odd that he hadn't talked to her the whole time she was in that room. Was something stopping him?

"I told you it was complicated… Now could you please be quiet? I have a headache that's the size of Las Noches right now and you screaming every one of your questions is not exactly helping." His voice did sound pained and the mist he was made out of lost its shape for a split second. How can something made out of mist have a headache? Orihime was about to ask him when his form shifted and he looked like a tall man in a black hooded overcoat. She had forgotten that he could read her mind or something. The fact that he changed his shape to avoid her from asking him something showed how much he needed the silence.

Must be one hell of a headache, Orihime thought while trying to suppress all of the questions urging to be asked. She tip-toed to the bathroom and closed the sliding door as quietly she could. She really needed a bath. There had not been any chance to take a bath in Hueco Mundo, since there wasn't enough water there and Orihime felt the sweat and other grime that had built on his stay in Las Noches. It felt disgusting. She left the water running while she peeled off the Arrancar dress. She grimaced when she smelled her own skin. Didn't Ulquiorra have a sense of smell? She dropped into the bath while the water was still running and relished the feel of hot water against her skin. A hot bath was just what she needed to set things right and hopefully shed some light on all that had happened.

"Aah… This feels niiiceeee…" She muttered while sinking deeper into the water. She stretched out her body as well she could in her small bath. All of the tension in her body just seemed to melt away. She missed this even more than she originally thought. Her eyes drifted shut and she sank down into the therapeutic water. It was all like a distant dream now.

"I am hungry. Can I bite you?" Bezanthume's rumbling voice asked. It sounded like he was in the same room, but when he talked into her mind his voice came from everywhere… But why did it sound like it was coming from above her? She froze completely. Orihime remembered how tall he was and if he was standing over the bath right now his voice would definitely come from above her, not beside her. Is he actually watching me while I take a bath? That pervert!

Orihime opened her eyes and saw him standing over her. He was leaning over slightly, so that his hood was directly above her. She couldn't actually tell if he even had a face, since his hood covered his face completely in shadows. For a second she was too shocked to do anything but stare at him. How did he get in here without making a single sound? Well, Ulquiorra didn't make a sound when he wished not to, but still he would have to open the door. The moment of shocked awe passed though and she slammed her legs together and pulled them closer to her body, while trying to cover her breasts with one hand and trying to find something to throw at Bezanthume with the other.

"GET OUT! GET OUT, YOU PERVERT!" Orihime screamed and threw a sponge at his supposed face. The dry sponge did hit something inside Bezanthume's hood. He flinched back and two crimson red lights shone through from the depths of the hood when he stumbled back. The two lights looked like two rings of red light. Were they his eyes? Did he have his eyes closed when she threw the sponge at him? Still, his eyes were open now and directed at her and he didn't show any signs of leaving. She threw a shampoo bottle at him and he caught it easily. He had a black glove on his hand and Orihime couldn't make out if he had claws or not.

"Get out, Bezanthume!" She repeated and threw another random object at him. Bezanthume deflected the bar of soap with the shampoo bottle. His eyes turned towards her with the inhuman rage shining from them again and then he disappeared into thin air. The shampoo bottle he was holding just a second ago fell to the floor and cracked open. Damn, he was really tall… and a pervert, a tall pervert.

"What was that for, Princess? I really am hungry, you know." Bezanthume's voice rumbled from everywhere. She knew that it meant he was talking into her mind, but still it made her eyes dart around the room. She felt like she should cover herself, but she still felt dirty and stinky. Having Bezanthume talk to her while she bathed really felt disturbing.

"Was it the surprise? Would it have been better if I told you that I was coming in before I actually did?" Bezanthume questioned. It sounded like he had a notepad ready and was anxiously waiting for her answer. Or he was just ready to laugh at her reaction. Either way: she was not pleased.

"You shouldn't have barged in at all!" Orihime shouted at the ceiling. When his voice was everywhere you had the tendency to think upwards. My god! Did I just compare him to a god?

"Thanks. It makes my confidence all bloated and shit, I think it will burst with joy any minute now. Do you have some weird code about baths or something? I sincerely do not know what your problem was." Bezanthume's voice rumbled out. Snapping her out of any thoughts she was about to sink into. She snapped her mouth shut and she sunk back into the water again.

"Why did you have your eyes closed then?" Orihime said her thoughts out loud. If he didn't know about any hint of courtesy, why did he have his eyes closed? Bezanthume didn't speak into her mind, but she just knew somehow that he was shuffling uncomfortably.

"You're surprisingly perceptive for someone who didn't notice that they had a new necklace…" He was clearly avoiding the question, but he was right. She did have a new necklace. It looked like a miniature of the orb in the mystery room, but with a needle made out of silver or stainless steel poked through it. Now that she knew that his eye color was red, it disturbingly reminded her of an eye on a toothpick. She raised it up to eye level by the chain and watched the red and black mists turmoil inside. It was just as mesmerizing as it was with the original. Her mind wandered and started seeing shapes she recognized in the ever turning mists. Tatsuki-chan, Chizuru-chan, Ishida-kun, everyone she saw and missed from school. School… Wait. What day was it? What time was it?

"You will be late for school." Bezanthume rumbled behind the door of the bathroom. He didn't try to come in, but the light of his eyes still shone through the hazed glass. Either he was hunched over or the doorway was higher than she remembered. His voice sounded cold and Orihime had a feeling that this was payback for the stuff thrown at him.

"No. I couldn't have caused this. I'm simply enjoying the situation. Mistakes and coincides, that's all this is, doesn't stop me from enjoying your panic though." Bezanthume said with his voice laced with amusement. He didn't sound like he was chuckling, but he probably had a wide smirk on his face. Whatever that looked like… He saw her naked and she didn't even know what his face looked like, seemed unfair. She decided to put that aside for the moment and picked up the bar of soup from the floor and scrubbed it on the sponge. Then she started to frantically scrub herself.

"You are not going to make it if you insist on doing it that way. You might be able to scrub yourself down in a minute, but what about your hair? And before you start screaming at me again and throwing stuff at me: I am not watching you. I can read your mind, remember?" Bezanthume rumbled. He still had the grin in his voice and it made Orihime's blood boil. She felt like screaming at him, but… Well, to heck with it. She had reason to be pissed at him.

"YOU JUST SHUT UP! THERE'S NO WAY I COULD GET THERE IN TIME ANYWAYS! IF YOU DON'T HAVE A –" Orihime was able to scream out before Bezanthume interrupted her.

"I do. And didn't I tell you that I had a headache? I never told you what time it was and I definitely didn't say I couldn't get you there in time. I just wanted to see you panic. It wasn't as amusing as I thought… You just kept shouting at me." The smirk was out of his voice and his outline behind the door shuttered, just like the first time she shouted at him.

Orihime kept on scrubbing while she thought over what he said. She knew she was not going to make it even if she hurried, but was he going to do to make it faster? Wash her? Like she was going to let him feel her up right after he sneaked a peek at her naked. Not like she was going to let him feel her up in any circumstance.

"Feeling you up would be a nice little bonus, but I can do it even without touching you or coming in there. Do you give me permission, Princess?" Bezanthume's voice rumbled. Him being inside her head all the time was really getting annoying. She stopped scrubbing and as an impulse threw the sponge at the door. It slammed on the door and left a trail of soap when it slid down the glass and down to the floor. Bezanthume didn't seem to flinch. Why did he have to be so mean? And why couldn't he get out of her head already?!

"I'll take that as a yes…" Bezanthume's outline showed that he raised his right hand up with his fingers pointing up. His hand made a sharp movement to the side and there was a loud cracking sound, like bones breaking.

The sound echoed in the bathroom unnaturally long and after it stopped her bathwater started acting weird. It felt like the water had suddenly started to push her down and draw her deeper. She tried to get out, but the water squeezed tighter around her ankles and pulled her legs out from under her. It was a miracle she didn't hit her head on the side of the bath. When her head was under the water it immediately started to constrict around every inch of her body. She had had her blood pressure taken in the annual health exam and she had not liked the pressure on her arm. It had actually hurt a bit. She never could have imagined what it would have felt like to have that pressure on every inch of her skin. She couldn't breathe and it felt like her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. Every inch of her skin was experiencing the same kind of pain and her head felt like it was going to be crushed.

There was another loud cracking sound and the pressure was immediately gone, along with the water, the bath, the bathroom and her apartment. She was standing under the tree in the school grounds. She and her friends had their lunches under it when it was warm enough. Actually, it didn't matter where she was. The actual question was how she got there.

"What did you just do and how, Bezanthume?" She didn't plan on sounding murderous, but when she said what she thought her voice was dripping with poison. She noticed that she had her fists clenched at her sides. Her school bag was set at her feet. She was also already wearing her school uniform. She looked up and saw Bezanthume dangling from a tree branch. Either he was Spider-man or he was defying gravity, since it looked like he was actually standing upside down.

"I'm not Spider Man." He paused and took a long breath. "Okay, let me see: First I trapped you in a illusion were the water attacked you, I stopped time, I felt you up, I washed you, I felt you up again, I washed your hair twice, I felt you up once again, I dried you up and brushed your hair, after that I dressed you while feeling you up, then I flew you here, forgot the thing at your feet, felt you up to console for my lack of judgment, went back to get it and when I got back I unfroze time…" He took another long breath. "That's about it. I'm hungry, can I bite you?" Bezanthume rumbled with a lecherous smirk lacing his voice. His red eyes were looking down to hers and if she was able to reach him now, or whenever he was standing up straight, she would poke her fingers into his cranium. That's how much she hated him right now.

"Did you really feel me up?" It seemed kind of farfetched for Bezanthume to be able to feel her up that many times if he slammed her against a wall for her accusing him of attempted rape. She was really mad at him, but she was who she was and she couldn't stop thinking the best of people.

"No, but you really should have seen your face when I said that." Bezanthume pointed a glowed finger at her and let out a chuckle. He spun around in the air and landed next to her without making a sound. He motioned towards the doors of the school. Orihime shot one last venomous look at him before completely dismissing her anger. She picked up her bag and started walking towards the school. Bezanthume followed a few paces behind. She whirled around and stared at him. He stared right back until she had to look away. There was no way someone could beat someone in a staring contest when one of the participants had luminescent eyes that shone through their eyelids.

"Why are you following me? People are going to be suspicious if you just walk into the classroom." Orihime said to him. Did Bezanthume really think the people in her class wouldn't notice a guy that was at least eight feet tall and had fiery-red eyes?

Bezanthume didn't answer her. He just stared down to her for a minute before turning around and walking out to middle of the street. He stood there for a couple of minutes before getting hit by a bus. Orihime dropped her bag and raised her hands to cover her mouth. She felt numb. Why would he do that? Was it something she said?

"Does that answer your question?" A voice rumbled from behind her. Orihime spun around and saw Bezanthume towering over her. He looked like nothing had happened. Bezanthume reached down and grabbed her shoulders. He raised her off the ground and turned her to face the street again.

"We're wasting enough time already, so just look." Bezanthume said and pointed to the gates of the school. Orihime blinked to get the tears out of her eyes. She saw a man in a school uniform walking across the street with his bag slung on his shoulder in a carefree, or "cool", manner. Orihime could have recognized him in any situation, but the orange hair was a dead giveaway.

"Kurosaki-kun?" Orihime asked. She felt her heart skip a beat from seeing Kurosaki-kun, but Bezanthume puzzled her more. She looked over her shoulder and up to his eyes. His hood nodded slightly before he started to speak.

"Kurosaki Ichigo: the original cause of your powers, a first class spirit medium and a future substitute shinigami. He can see just as much as a spirit can, but is stronger than most shinigami. My point is that if he didn't react to me getting hit by a bus just now, he cannot see me. It should be impossible for anyone else to see me either. I am not a spirit, try to remember that. Act natural now, he noticed you." Bezanthume stepped back and gave her a little push. For once he sounded completely serious, or at least Orihime couldn't hear a smirk. How did she do that in the first place?

"Morning, Inoue." Ichigo said while passing her. Orihime didn't answer him. How could she hear a smirk? It seemed impossible. Was it because he was in her head all the times? Perhaps there was some kind of mental feedback. Her eyes glazed over and her jaw relaxed while she looked out into the distance.

Bezanthume

Bezanthume looked at Inoue Orihime and then looked at Kurosaki Ichigo. He didn't seem too phased by this. So this was normal for her? Inoue Orihime did seem like the type to zone out, but still, should he do something? Maybe rip out Kurosaki Ichigo's heart? No, he wouldn't hear the end of it if he did that. She would yell and throw things at him and then yell some more, until he would be forced to turn back time again and undo it. So, ripping out his heart would not solve anything, it would just give him another headache…

Whose heart am I going to pull out then? There had to be something he could do, someone he could kill. He stared intently at Kurosaki Ichigo while trying to figure out what to do. Kurosaki Ichigo stepped closer to Inoue Orihime and nudged her a little with his finger. Bezanthume raised an eyebrow and wondered if it could be considered assault. He would naturally be forced to tear him to shreds limb by limb if he hurt Inoue Orihime. His shoulders slumped when he realized that it would just end up the same as with him tearing out his heart. Damn, humans were annoying!

"Snap out of it, you'll be late for class." Kurosaki Ichigo said when Inoue Orihime turned her head towards him. Inoue Orihime immediately perked up and grabbed her school bag. She started walking towards the doors of the school with Kurosaki Ichigo. Bezanthume followed them after he suppressed the sudden urge to disembowel Kurosaki Ichigo. She was babbling on about some trivial matter and Kurosaki Ichigo looked just as interested as Bezanthume was. With the exception that Kurosaki Ichigo was able to suppress the smirk trying to force its way on his face. Orihime stopped talking for a second and gave Bezanthume a sour look. She kept on babbling on happily when they walked through the doors.

How does she do that? My hood hides my face completely, so she should not know when I'm smirking. I thought that she could hear it in my voice, but she noticed it a couple of times already when I hadn't said anything. Is she psychic? That would definitely be interesting.

They were walking down a hall towards their classroom when Bezanthume noticed a girl with glasses appear out of an empty classroom and start tiptoeing towards Inoue Orihime. What is this, an assassin? She's wearing the same uniform, so either she goes to this school or it's a disguise. Should I let Inoue Orihime know? No, what's the point? She doesn't have the reflexes to react quickly enough. I'd better take care of this.

"Hi there, 'Hime!" She hollered and started running.

Suddenly the girl leaped at Inoue Orihime. Bezanthume reacted in the way most natural to him; excessive violence. He grabbed the mystery girl's head and then slammed her through a wall. Damn, he had not realized how he had missed the sound of bones breaking. He pulled her back by her ankle and threw her out of the window. He started charging up fire in his palms to reduce the assassin's body to ash when Inoue Orihime stopped him.

Humans were annoying and perplexing creatures.

Ichigo

Ichigo looked over his shoulder when he heard Chizuru cry out Orihime's name like she always did before groping her. He moved his forearm between her and Orihime by reflex. He wasn't the one to hit girls, but Tatsuki wasn't around and she would right about bite his head off if he let Chizuru get her way with Orihime. Chizuru's eyes widened just before she was about to hit his arm and crash down on the floor. He noticed how her hair suddenly flattened against her head and her face contorted like she was in pain. Her head was suddenly jerked back and she flew through the wall and shocked the class on the other side. In his eyes it looked like she was slammed through the wall by something. If so, why couldn't he see it? Was this how it was for people who couldn't see hollows? Well, who cared what it was anyways? He had to do something.

He stepped in front of Inoue to at least protect her from whatever this was. Everything looked like it was in slow motion. He saw how people further down the corridor stepped out of their classrooms to see what was going on. He also noticed when Chizuru's body was flung out of the rubble in a wide arc. Her face passed him by mere inches and he could see her glasses where shattered and her right eye was a pool of blood. In her whole face it didn't look like there was a single bone in its rightful place. She looked like something out of a horror movie. The window shattered into a cloud of light around Chizuru's body when she was thrown out of the window. He was able to make out every single detail of her death.

"Stop it, …!" Orihime screamed. He felt like there was something he heard, but still couldn't make out. It felt like his ears could hear it, but his mind was unable to process it. Like something was censuring his hearing and replacing the words he heard with the sound of static, or the boom of a waterfall.

Orihime

"What exactly is wrong now, Princess?" Bezanthume asked and blew out the fire in his hands. He sounded completely calm, like he hadn't just killed one of her classmates in cold-blood. Her eyes darted between the blood on and around the hole in the wall and the blood on what was left of the window. Kurosaki-kun was standing in front of her in an attempt to protect her. She stepped out to his side and looked at his face. He had blood trailing down his cheek and a line of small drops of blood went across his shirt. She looked up to the window and saw Chizuru floating in the middle of thousands shards of glass. She had blood in her hair and around her head as a gruesome halo. Orihime looked behind her and saw people standing in the courtyard of the school with their faces upturned and their mouths gaping open. She saw how one of her classmate's bag was halfway to the ground. He had seemingly dropped it from shock right before time was stopped. It was so quiet.

"You stopped time." She said monotonously. Why was she so calm? Why wasn't she crying? Why wasn't she screaming at Bezanthume? What was wrong with her? She felt empty inside. She turned her eyes to Bezanthume. She raised her hand to her chest.

"Yes…" Bezanthume said slowly. His voice had more emotion than her did and his voice sounded hesitant, almost scared. He shifted uncomfortably and his shoulders slumped down a little. His eyes were fixated on her hand. "I guess you want me to reverse it now? I thought she was an assassin after your life. I had no other choice!" His voice didn't just sound scared, he was terrified. What was he so afraid of?

"I never broke the contract…" He said while bringing his hand up and snapping his fingers. The world fluttered away with the sound like a reflection on the surface of water. It was all really anticlimactic. The world didn't start running backwards before your eyes; reality didn't fall apart like in a huge earthquake. There were just soft tremors running through the air and they took the world away one detail after another, changed it. The hole in the wall faded away and was replaced by its unscathed self from a minute ago. The blood all around it and on Kurosaki-kun was washed away like night rain in the morning. Chizuru-chan shimmered away like a mirage and the shards of glass melted together to form the intact glass. She closed her eyes and felt something like warm rain wash over her.

...

Students filled the halls with chatter while walking to their classrooms and while chatting in them. She noticed she was right in the middle of saying something, but she couldn't remember what she was about to say. She looked to her right and saw Kurosaki-kun walking beside her. Looked like he didn't notice, or he wasn't listening in the first place.

"Good morning, 'Hime!" Chizuru's voice hollered from behind. Great, she was about to get felt up again. She liked Chizuru, she really did, but she was a little too… touchy. And she wasn't talking about emotions.

The expected groping never came. Instead she heard how someone crashed down on the floor right behind her. Orihime turned around and saw Chizuru on the floor. She was getting up while rubbing her neck.

"Damn… Kurosaki, I didn't know you hit girls." She said in a raspy voice. She coughed a little and then looked up at Kurosaki-kun. He simply shrugged.

"Tatsuki would have bit my head off if I let you do whatever you were going to do right now; 'The lesser of two evils' and all that." He stated and offered a hand down to Chizuru-chan. She took the hand and dusted herself off, nodding a thank you in the process. She walked with them to the classroom and sat down in her desk.

"I have the worst headache in the history of the universe… Can I bite someone?" Bezanthume rumbled. Orihime turned in the direction of his voice and saw that he was leaning against a wall in the corner of the room. He sounded and looked extremely hungry. He was literally shaking from hunger.

Orihime realized that he had kept telling her that he was hungry over and over again, but she had ignored him every time. There had been always something else going on. Like him seeing her naked, or him feeling her up. But what was she supposed to do? No one else could see him and she was in the middle of class. It was not like she could start talking to a demon no one else could see.

"Please, just give me permission to bite someone. I'm so hungry I can't see straight." He raised his head to look at her and she noticed that the two small rings of light that were his eyes had started to flutter like a dying flame. That couldn't be good. But did he have to bite someone? Would she really be okay with letting a demon go around and bite people? What if he gave them some STD from hell?

"Please believe when I say that there will not be any STD's or other diseases. I just need blood. I used too much of my power for one day. And even though I'm a demon, I'm not from hell. Please, Princess! Are you okay with starving me to death then?" Bezanthume rumbled out from the corner. She noticed that Rukia perked up on her seat, like she had heard or sensed something. Both Bezanthume and Orihime looked at her in surprise. Did she just hear Bezanthume? No, she must have sensed something else nearby. Bezanthume turned back to Orihime and Orihime turned back to her desk. She didn't want to make anyone suspicious.

Well, if he is in my head all the time, then he should be able to hear this. She concentrated intently on an "OK" sign. She glanced over her shoulder and didn't see Bezanthume anywhere. He was gone. Hope he doesn't kill anyone. Seriously, Bezanthume, do not kill anyone! Can you hear me?

"Yeah, I get it already. No one will die; they'll be anemic, but not dead." Bezanthume's irritated voice rumbled from everywhere. His presence disappeared for the first time since he turned back time for the first time in Las Noches. It felt like she could breathe again. She could always feel his eyes on the back of her head… Maybe she had radiation poisoning? Who knows what kind of radiation those eyes give out?

"You do not have radiation poisoning! Okay, okay, I'll try and ignore your thoughts. It's not like there's a switch or something… What's wrong with my eyes?" Bezanthume's voice rumbled. Orihime decided to ignore him. Math class was about to start.

Bezanthume

Okay, where to go? Where would be some nice blood to quench my thirst? Bezanthume closed his eyes and tried to set his senses to find what he was looking for, but his body was shaking and his stomach was cramping so much that it made any concentration impossible. There was no other choice: He would have to grab a quick snack in some secluded place to set his nerves for hunting his real meal. I never should have let this get this far. I'm about to lose control completely.

Bezanthume flexed his wings and rose into the sky. Now he just had to find someone in a secluded place. Usually it would be easy for him, but with his hunger messing with his powers he had to go with his eyes and the abilities of his body. His eyes were better than a hawk's, but it still didn't help him to find what he was looking for. His references were something that couldn't be seen with the naked eye. He had to find something that was starting to become a rarity in this world: innocence.

He flew over a large wooded area, a park, and started looking down for a victim. He saw a playground full of kids. They would probably be perfect for his taste, but each and every one of the little bastards had at least one of their parents watching them. With his powers as they were he was bound to cause a chaos if he would pick one of them up into the sky. No, it had to be secluded. He would worry about his preferences later. Someone alone where no one could see them would do just fine. It was a public park, but it was still early and there weren't that many people around, so a jogger could still be safe. This was harder than he remembered. Don't people jog anymore?

Bezanthume noticed some movement under an oak tree. He swooped down lower and took a closer look. He really couldn't believe his luck! There was about a twelve year old girl there feeding a squirrel. There seemed to be no one around and she was totally fixated on the furry little disease spreader. Bezanthume retracted his wings and landed right behind the kid. The squirrel probably felt the tremor of him touching down and ran up into the tree with its cheeks filled with peanuts that the kid had been feeding it.

Bezanthume didn't have enough self-control anymore to try and find a more secluded place before digging in. The kid was still squatting down on the ground, so Bezanthume grabbed her by the head and raised her neck up to his face. She smelled so right, so innocent! He held her small body against his chest to stop her neck from snapping under the strain of supporting her body. He wasn't supposed to kill her.

Yuzu

Yuzu felt someone's hot breathing on her neck. She tried to struggle and get away, but the hand on her head and the one around her chest made it impossible for her to move her upper body. She wasn't sure what she could do after she got loose, but she was not going to let this happen. So, she couldn't move her arms or head, but she could kick him and try to hit a sore point. That was what Karin kept telling her to do if something like this happened: "Go for the crotch and don't bother holding back. They're sickos and they definitely deserve it." She started kicking him with the heels of her feet and tried to fight herself out of his grip. It didn't look like he even noticed her attempts. What else was there? Oh yeah!

"Hel –" Yuzu tried to yell "Help! Rape!" with all her might, like she had been told to, but a piercing pain on the right side of her neck turned her call for help into a pathetic whine. What was he doing? Did he stab her? She was not going to be a victim of some random homicidal pervert in a park!

The pervert's hand moved from gripping her head to her forehead and forced her head to lean on his shoulder, leaving her neck even more exposed. She felt his hot breath on her neck again and something that felt like hair tickled her cheek. He was leaning over to her neck, so she should be able to see whoever the pervert was, but there was nothing. She wasn't good at seeing spirits, but she could always see at least a shimmer, but now there was no other indication of its existence than the touch. She felt another jolt of intense pain and felt how it pressed its face against her neck. She felt the teeth sink in deep and tasted the metallic flavor of blood in her mouth. He was biting her neck! Actually biting her neck! What was he, a vampire?

Well, she did believe in spirits and such, so it wouldn't be such a stretch… That's irrelevant now! What was relevant right now was that this thing was drinking her blood and crushing her windpipe in the process. Her body started feeling heavy and cold.

Bezanthume



The girl's struggle gradually weakened and the warmth of her body felt distant against his body. If he were to go any further, she would most definitely die of blood loss. His hunger had only worsened from this little snack, but strangely, his actual need for blood was more than fulfilled. Spending half of an eternity trapped does wonders for your appetite. He would have to go and find some other victim, but with his powers back in check that should be easy.

Sighing Bezanthume let go of the girl and let her fall to the ground. She looked down at her small deathly pale body and wondered if he had taken it a little too far. He was surprised that the girl found the strength to turn her head towards his face. Her eyes seemed to be fixated on him, even though he knew that was impossible. What was she looking at then?

A drop of blood trailed down his chin and dropped on the girl's hair. She was looking at the blood on his fangs. Her blood wasn't invisible like he was, so she should be seeing a set of fangs floating in the air. That would explain the look of terror on her face.

What's her name anyways? And I can't actually leave her here, Inoue Orihime's mind set would not approve, I'd better take her home. Now that he had his powers back he could just look into her mind and dig out the information. There should not be any harm to the girl's psyche if she didn't start fighting back. In her present condition it was miraculous that she was even conscious. Bezanthume started muttering a string of words that no one could understand, that is if they could hear him in the first place. His fingers moved along with the words and drew invisible runes and symbols in the air. There were easier ways to read someone's thoughts, but if you wanted to extract certain information from someone's mind without torture it got a little trickier. He kneeled down and placed one finger between the girl's brows. Her whole body became limp and her eyes fluttered shut. Good, he remembered the spell right. Well, her intestines didn't come out of her ears and strangle her, so he probably got it right. Now: What is your name?

"Kurosaki Yuzu…" The girl responded in a monotonous voice. Wait, did she say Kurosaki? As the guy at the top of my current hit list? What is your brother's name?

"Kurosaki Ichigo… Ichi-nii…" She answered. Fuck, this was not good. He just drained the blood out of Inoue Orihime's crush's sister. She will figure out that it was him who did this. It's not like there are any other blood sucking demons running around. The hollows eat souls and don't really care about the body, so he couldn't pin this on a hollow… How about a bount? They're practically vampires. But bounts suck out the soul and crumble the body into dust. For him to stage this as a bount attack he would be forced to go against Inoue Orihime's orders.

No bounts. He would just have to make best of the situation as it was. Turning back time wouldn't help anything. If he did that, then the act of him drinking her blood would be made void and his hunger would come back that much worse.

Where do you live? Show it to me.

A building with a big sign saying "Kurosaki Clinic". They lived in the same building with their clinic and she and her sisters acted as nurses when needed. Ichi-nii was useless at times like that. Dad would always goof off and beat up Ichigo for no particular reason. Ichigo could usually manage, but when he was down Dad would land a hit and –

For the sake of all that exist, please stop already! I do not care about your family history. So, it's a building with a sign saying "Kurosaki clinic"?

"Yes…" Yuzu answered in a deadpan voice. Bezanthume took his finger of her skin and her whole body relaxed. She wasn't bleeding anymore. Either the regenerative agents in his saliva were working faster than he anticipated, or she had no more blood left to spill. He tried to find a pulse on the side of her neck he had not bit through. He was lucky. There was a faint, but still steady pulse. The place he was going to drop her off at was a clinic, so she should be taken care of.

He picked her body up from the ground and slung her over his forearm like a piece of cloth. Humans can be this tiny… So they grow in size with age? This is a twelve year old… How small are they when they are born? Bezanthume spread his wings out and launched up into the sky. He had a vague image of the location of this girl's house, but it should not be that hard to find with the sign saying "Kurosaki clinic".

Yet, somehow it took him ten minutes to find the freaking house. By the time he got there he was so majorly pissed off that he blasted the roof to kingdom come, flew in, dropped Yuzy and flew out through the wall; Leaving one destroyed room (Ichigo's) and a seriously shocked and currently panicking Kurosaki Isshin.


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