So I decided to do another chapter. Here it is. Enjoy.

To Jubee-chan: All fox demons are yokia but not all yokai are fox demons. o.O Yokai are demons of different kinds. Most have animal traits like foxes or bears, and they like to shape shift into human forms, but they aren't exclusively fox demons. Thank you for reading and reviewing and don't hesitate for more questions. It keeps me honest.

To: Aiko1991: I'm glad you love the story. I hope that I can keep living up to your expectations of the story so that you will continue to love it.

As for the rest of you. Please read and review and enjoy!

This morning, in Karakura elementary, the six missing children were found huddled together, locked in the school's basement. One child was found dead on a table, his body carved open as if he was being operated on.

When asked of who had done this to them, the children all stated that their science teacher, Kurotsuchi Mayuri, lured them to the basement after school a few days ago and kept them hostage.

Kurotsuchi was found dead. It appears that he was drowned in a toilet of the girl's bathroom. Specialist says that he could've possibly slipped and fell unconscious, headfirst, into the toilet seat. Others say that it could be due to supernatural causes.

In other news…

"So what do you think it was Kurosaki-kun?" Orihime asked looking over her shoulder to her beloved as he chopped onions, garlic and bell peppers, tossing them into a pan to sauté them. There was a high hissing sound as the vegetables met the hot oil of the pan. The delicious aroma of the frying veggies fills the air, making Orihime's mouth water.

Ichigo shrugs his shoulder, completely focused on the task at hand.

"Maybe it was a vengeful ghost protecting the students at the school. I don't think it is anything to worry about. It is not like that the bastard didn't deserve it."

Orihime mulled it over, the gears turning in her mind.

"Still…don't you think that it's a bit strange that there hasn't been any murders in that school, yet this ghost just up and appears and kills him?"

"How do you know that there weren't any previous…Orihime are you feeling the history of that school?"

She bites her lower lip nervously, and nods her head, fully aware that he can't see her.

He sighs, putting down the wooden spoon he was using to stir the veggies.

"Orihime, you shouldn't do that, you just leave yourself open to evil spirits that would want to posses you," he stated tiredly. They have had this conversation countless times before, yet she still casted her powers about, opening herself to the spirits to read the histories and the energies of people and areas. Not to mention, it always left her tired and exhausted to use her powers in such a directionless and wide scope. It was a waste of energy and her resources and she was unnecessarily putting herself in harm's way.

"I know Kurosaki-kun, but you don't have to worry, I only focused on the school, which was easy to do because I went there as a little girl. I was already attuned to it, so I wasn't in any danger."

He just shook his head, knowing full well that if he told her that he just didn't want her to do things like that because she would only put herself in danger, she would become upset thinking that he doesn't think that she could handle herself.

He knows that she can handle herself. She's very powerful for a half witch. The strongest that he's ever met, and unfortunately for him, he's met a lot of them. But it doesn't mean that he doesn't worry every time they go on a mission, or every time that she uses her powers to fight off yokai, or to exorcise ghosts and vengeful spirits.

He grabs the white wine and pours some into the pan, whisking the mixture with quick flicks of his wrist.

"Could you take the pasta off of the heat and drain it, also, throw those shrimps in that pan of butter right there." He said, nodding to the pan of simmering butter next to him. She does as she's told, adding oil to the angle hair pasta so that it won't clump together.

He turns down the white wine mixture to let it reduce, and focused his attention on the shrimp, seasoning them and coating them evenly in the butter.

They cook in companionable silence, only speaking when they needed something. Silently working through their frustration.

Their job was frustrating. It didn't help that when someone you love was putting themselves in constant danger.

The food was done, they sat down on the couch to enjoy their meal, watching the news.

"This is really good Kurosaki-kun, what did you say it was again?"

"Shrimp scampi, I learned the recipe from an old roommate of mines in college."

"Was it Saddo-san?"

"Yeah…I think it was him. Man…I haven't heard from him in a long time…we should invite him to the wedding." A huge smile appears on Orihime's face, her grey eyes lit up.

"Yeah! We can invite everyone from college! But why stop there, lets invite all of our classmates from high school ooh, and the people from the organization…and…and…"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down Orihime. I didn't say invite the whole world. Besides, I'm pretty sure that half of those people won't show up because they hate me."

"Kurosaki-kun, I'm sure no one hates you."

"Really? Because after we started dating in high school, I was in a fight almost every day from the shitheads and asshats who had a thing for you. And in college I had to beat those bastards off with Zangetsu."

"Really?" she tilts her head, looking upwards, her index finger at the base of her mouth. " I don't remember any of that."

"What? How could you not being constantly surrounded with douchebags trying to get inside of your pants?"

She blushed, her face becoming an adorable shade of pink.

"Because the only boy I noticed was Kurosaki-kun."

Ichigo would never admit how her extremely cheesy confession made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. As a hunter, he wasn't allowed to feel warm and fuzzy inside. Yet, this gentle beauty always seemed to inspire those feelings inside him.

Setting his food aside, he pounced on her. Giggles erupting from her mouth as he tickled her. Somehow she had managed to keep her food from spilling. Taking her plate, he set on the ground and continued his assault. Her face turned a bright red, reaching all the way to her hairline.

She tried to tickle him back in return, but he batted her hands away and intensified his attack. She was laughing so hard that lack of air became a problem. Her sides ached in pain, her abdomen became sore.

He stops tickling her and just wraps his arms around her nuzzling the crook of her neck.

Her chest moves rapidly beneath him as she struggles to regain her breath. A few of her giggles remain as she composes herself.

He begins to lay butterfly kisses on her neck, making his way to her face. These kisses were sweet and gentle, much unlike her normally hot headed and aggressive fiancé. She was sure that this was inspired by her confession.

Finally, he makes his way to her lips. He stays there.

She opens her mouth and their tongues meet to perform a seductive dance, their lips moving in time with one another.

His hand moves to her head, smoothing her hair back and gently urging her head back for better access. She greedily obliges him, snaking her arm around his neck and her leg around his torso.

His hand which isn't fingering her hair, trails down her body to land on her large breasts. She moans when her squeezes the large boob and begins to massage it.

She tangles her hand in his spikey orange locks. He ground against her, pushing her deeper into the couch, enjoying the moan that escaped her mouth.

He released her lips, kissing and nipping along her jawline and continued to grind against her. She moaned loudly, her breath hitching as she moved with him. She grabbed his hair tightly, pulling it as delicious warmth spread throughout her entire body and collected in her groin. His erection was painfully obvious, it was so hard that he was sure that it was going to rip free of his blue jeans.

He groaned as he rubbed against her, the friction of his pants on his erection exciting him and taking him to a familiar height. All he wanted to do now was rip off their clothes and enter her.

He nipped his way back to her mouth, covering it and delving his tongue deeper into her mouth.

One of her hands leaves his hair and trails southward to his pants, or rather, towards his erection. She began to rub it through his pants, affectively ceasing any other thought in his mind leaving him to only focus on her ministrations.

He moaned into her mouth and began to move against her hand. She smiled into his kiss, relishing that she's causing him to react, rather than it being the other way around.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise," a voice that Ichigo has learned to hate chimes. He groans when his outrageously beautiful wife halts her movements and begins to struggle from underneath him. He tightens his arms around her and growls, halting her movements.

"Oh no, Please don't stop on our account," giggled Rangiku Masamoto.

"What hell are you doing here hag?" he snarls at the bodacious woman.

"Duh, it's Wednesday night, time for our coven meeting." She replied, tossing her silken strawberry blonde locks over her shoulders.

"Kurosaki-san, it's nice to see you again," offered a soft, meek voice. He groans internally. It was literally impossible to be mean to Hinamori-san. She was exactly like his Orihime only sometimes her darkness would take over and she'd get this crazed, murderous look in her eyes.

On those days, she would be bounded and they would form a purity circle to purify her body of the dark and evil energies that has possessed her.

"Come on Bobbie-chan! We're doing something exciting today!" a pink haired midget jumped on Ichigo's back.

"AHh! Get off of me you midget!" he yelled at her. Yachiru Kusajishi jumped backwards from his back and landed besides them on the floor. "Come on Icchi-chan, you guys can get freaky later."

He growled and looked at all of the leather clad women that filled his living room. They all donned leather miniskirts and leather and fishnet lace up corset. Every time that Ichigos sees Orihime's coven, he remembers why she dresses up in leather to do missions.

Still, she looks incredibly hot in leather. He couldn't decide whether to hate Rangiku for it, or to thank her profusely.

Ichigo felt himself briefly fall onto the couch as his Orihime disappears from underneath him and reappears by Rangiku, dressed in the same fashion.

"Gomenasai Onee-san, I had forgotten momentarily," she apologizes as she hugs the busty woman. But of course, Rangiku being the woman that she is grabs Orihime into a bear hug and squeezes the woman tightly.

They were both way too busty for them to do something like that and not be erotic.

Or so Ichigo thought as he was sitting up and clutching his pants to hide his erection from the women in the room.

"Konbanw, Ichigo-kun," said a soft voice off to the corner. It belonged to the new girl. She was petite with black hair and violet eyes. Ichigo struggled to remember her name.

"Uh..hi…?"

"Kuchiki Rukia," she helped him, a small giggle escaping her mouth.

"Oh yeah, Rukia," he ran a hand not covering his junk through his hair. "You're dating Renji right?" a surprised looks flittered across her face.

"Yeah…how did you know?"

"I know the guy. He's a total ass by the way, I'm sure you can do better." He said remembering every time that Renji is around he tries to convince Orihime to leave him.

The raven haired girl laughs softly again and steps closer to Ichigo.

"You think so?" she asked with a tilt of her head. Ichigo shrugged.

"Hey, if douche bags with a double digit I.Q are your thing then go for it. But even then, I'm still sure that you can do better." He gave her his trademark smirk. Laughing, she moves even closer to Ichigo, only the coffee table stood between them.

Ichigo briefly wondered where Yachiru had wondered off. He was fairly certain that she was standing beside him not too long ago. He looked around and saw that she was hanging on Orihime's neck like a cape.

Something wasn't right.

He counted the witches.

Hinamori, Masamoto, Kusajishi, Kuchiki, Orihime…

"Say, where Yoruichi-san is?" he asked Rukia. She looked taken aback by the change of subject.

"She's buying the supplies we need for tonight." Ichigo snorted.

"Oh so she's with Urahara. Speaking of which, I should go to him, we need to restock as well." He said more to himself than to Rukia.

"Restock? Do you have a coven of your own?" she inquired, interest coloring her eyes.

"Me? No. Orihime and I are hunters."

"You are? That's amazing, Renji is a hunter too and so am I! It's actually how we met."

"Yeah, I knew that Renji was a hunter. I kind of grew up with the bastard so I know way more about him than I want to know."

"I don't see Inoue-san being much of a hunter." She commented with a small snort. He snapped his attention back to her his chocolate brown eyes growing hostile and staring deeply into her violet ones.

"What does that mean?" he growled. She raised her hands up defensively a soft smile on her face.

"Hey, calm down. I was just saying that she seems to lack a certain…killing instinct. I couldn't see her hurting anyone. Even if it's an enemy." His features soften and he felt like an even bigger douche bag than Renji. He ran his hands through his hair, glad that his erection is finally gone.

"Sorry, you're right. She does lack a killing instinct. But she makes up for it by gathering Intel and being able to heal and revive those that are victims of the yokai so it evens out."

"She can heal and revive the dead?"

"Um…can't all witches do that?"

"No, not that I heard of?" There was an awkward silence for a minute.

"Kuchiki-chan, it's time to go." Orihime said walking over to them. She went up to Ichigo and leaned down placing a short kiss on his temple.

He reached up and grabbed her, dragging her to him, enveloping her in a deeper kiss.

When he released her, her face was tomato red and she was short of breath. Embarrassed she looked to Rukia and gave her an apologetic smile and ran off to join the rest of her coven.

Ichigo watch her go, a smile lingering on his face. Rukia watched this, a strange look on her face, yet no one noticed.

The witches stood in a circle in the middle of the room and held hands. Their token items that was attached to their person in some way began to glow as a gentle ethereal smoke surrounded their bodies.

They disappeared, leaving behind a smell of vanilla and chocolate.

Now he was alone.

He stood up and stretched. Gathering the plates of food that was left abandoned and taking them to the kitchen.

He decided that now was as good of a time as any to go to Urahara-san's shop and restock. He grabbed his keys, cell and Zangetsu and headed out of the house.

oOo

The night was bad. It was cold and rainy. The moon was hidden by storm clouds. Every so often the sky would ignite with lighting, yet no thunder would ever follow.

Alone in the night, the woman shivered, pulling her coat closer to her person. She regretted not getting that ride home when she was offered one. Now she had to shuffle home alone in this brutal storm. The cold water seeped into her clothes, a deep chilling cold settled into her bones.

Her nose dripped with water, the rain made it impossible to see two feet in front of her. She pushed her wet hair from her face to stop it from obscuring her view. She couldn't stop the uncontrollable shaking that had possessed her body.

She stopped moving, turning her upper body, she peered into the darkness. Her vision was already obscured by the rain and her hair.

She didn't see anything, but she felt as though she was being watched. The feeling was…

…unsettling.

She sped up, feeling nervous about the sensation of someone following her. She slipped a little in the water; she thrusts her hands out to steady herself from falling. She could distinctly hear the splashing over water behind her.

She turned. She saw nothing.

But she was certain that she had heard something.

Now, she was scared.

She started to jog lightly, careful of the puddles of water and the slippery ground.

Apparently she wasn't careful enough.

She tripped over her own feet, crashing to the ground. She threw her hands out to protect herself from the worst of the fall, scraping her palms along the pavement.

She cried out in pain, her heart beating rapidly, her breath short. She had never felt so scared in her entire life. The urge to cry was brought to the surface.

Slowly, she got up, wiping her face with the back of her hand as a sob escaped her mouth. She couldn't believe that she was so scared for basically no reason. There wasn't anyone out here. Her mind was just getting to her.

A crazed and strangled laughed escaped along with another sob.

She continued her journey, wiping the tears and rain from her face.

She turned the corner and slipped in a puddle, landing hard on the ground. Pain reverberated up from her butt to the back. She groaned, her hands traveled down to the ground, one on her butt, the other on the sticky wet pavement.

Wait. Why was the ground sticky?

She lifted her hand and looked in horror when she discovered that it was covered in watery blood.

She began to breathe rapidly, her heart thundering in her chest. She looked up and around for anything that would be able to harm her. There was a sound behind her.

It sounded like gnashing teeth followed by an odd shrill ringing.

She franticly looked around for the source of the noise. She crawled onto her knees, soaking them in the unknown blood, and got up. She began to run, looking all around her, her wet hair wiping back and forth, smacking her in the face.

The sound of gnashing teeth followed the shrill ringing came closer. She cried out, running faster, her feet pounding against the wet ground.

She rounded a corner and let loose a blood curdling scream as she saw a 90 ft. skeleton with glowing blue eyes and blood stained teeth. It held half of a human woman carcass woman in its bony fingers. Her entrails hung out of her body blood pouring from the body in an unnatural stream.

She turned and ran as fast as her legs could carry her, screaming for help.

There was a shrill scream behind her, the ground shook as the monster moved behind her.

She felt a vibration in her pocket. It was her phone.

Running, she saw an darkened building. She ran towards it, praying that the beast couldn't see very well and that she could hide there until help came.

Once she made it safely inside the building, she leaned against the wall, tears streaming at a constant pace. She prayed vehemently to Kami that she would make it out of here alive.

Her phone was still ringing.

Fumbling with shaking clumsy fingers, she answered her phone.

"What's happening?" a gruff voice said on the other line. She nearly busted into tears.

"There's this monster, it's a skeleton...he's after me!" she cried into the phone. She heard the voice on the other line mutter a string a curses.

"Is he a large skeleton or is it a giant one?"

"It's a giant one, please, please, please! Come and save me!" she cried out, her sobs shook her entire body.

"Alright, listen, help will be there soon, okay? Don't worry." She wanted to cry with relief. He sounded so sure and confident.

"Thank you, thank you. Oh. I see someone. Is she with you?"

"What are you talking about-"

"Hello? Are you with the man on-she has no face?" she began to sound uncertain and terrified.

"Listen, don't go-"the roof of the building was torn off. The woman screamed.

She scrambled to leave the building, but for something so big, it moved with an incredible speed.

Its bony arm quickly stretched out and grabbed her.

She struggled and fought screaming as loud as humanly possible for help.

Her cries were quickly silenced as the beast ripped her head from her body like a piece of bread and drank her blood as if she was a bottle of water.

oOo

Ichigo stormed into his house and slammed the door. He didn't bother taking off his shoes as he punched the wall, leaving a gaping hole the size of his fist.

He roared as he punched the wall again. And again, and again.

He was too late.

That woman died because he wasn't fast enough.

The beast that killed her was Gashadokuro. Created from the skeletal remains of starving victims, it drained her of her blood. Her and two other women that he didn't know.

He knew her.

That was Mizuho Asano. One of his closest friend's sister.

Because of his incompetence, he was unable to save his best friend's sister. How would he be able to face him knowing that he couldn't do what was expected of him.

To make matters worsts, by the time he made it there, the monster had vanish, so he wasn't even able to avenge her death.

He felt so fucking stupid!

He was too fucking late to save her!

He made it to the living room and flipped the coffee table over. He took off his sword and threw it across the room.

"AURGH!" he screamed as he lifted a vase from a shelf and threw it against the wall.

He was breathing heavily, and turned for another vase.

Surprised, anguished brown eyes met sad grey ones.

She moved to him and wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. He was shocked and stalled. He didn't want to be comforted. He didn't deserve to be comforted. He failed. He failed his friend, he failed her.

He tried to dislocate her from him, but she held onto him tighter, shaking her head, burying her face into his chest.

He couldn't find the strength to try and push her off a second time. He just let his arms wrap around her and took the comfort that she gave him. His heart wept in great heaves although his eyes stayed dry.

"…what are you doing here?" he asked after long minutes of silence.

"You needed me," she answered simply.

"What about your coven?" he asked, feeling the calmness that came with her presence settling within him.

"As soon as I heard you calling out to me, I came. It is understood amongst all of my sisters that the duty to the heart comes before our duty to our coven. None of them will penalize me for coming to you. Rangiku-chan would have left if she sensed Ichimaru-san's pain. Yoruichi-chan would have left if she felt Urahara-sama was in danger." She replied into his chest.

He rubbed her back, caressing the silky softness of her hair. He rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Thank you."