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Happy B-day Deviant Hollow!

Requested pairing and Story Concept by Deviant Hollow- DH likes a DOMINANT/FORCEFUL and POSSESSIVE Ichigo so this may be a little OOC for some people

Sorry for the delay but here it is...


Devi8

chapter 3 – Sport

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Ichigo stood in the pouring rain. His mind blank for a moment. He shook his head looking around.

I- I remember this …

His head was pounding, he couldn't feel his legs, the dull throbbing pain that had started in his foot has climbed to his abdomen.

Rukia.

He was looking around for she and Renji. He had lost sight of them. He began running. His eyes searching the darkness. Something was wrong. Something in the rain, about the rain was familiar.

Ichigo couldn't put his finger on it.

He just knew he had to run, run find Rukia. But... he stopped again scanning the darkness. Something was wrong. Pain rose like a shot up from the sole of his foot to his waist. He grabbed his side. It hurt so much. Like something eating at him.

He only felt it when he stopped when he tried to clear his mind. So he ran.

He had to find Rukia. He could hear her up ahead. He was close.

Ichigo stopped looking over his shoulder back. Into the darkness. Pain throbbed through him.

Rukia shouted louder. She needed him. He had to hurry. He ran through the trees.

The night sky only illuminated when the lightning flashed.

He could hear Rukia over the rain, over the booming thunder. Rukia, crying moaning.

He looked behind him again. He winced in pain the throbbing creeping up his chest fast. The rain wouldn't let up. He had to get to her.

He ran through the trees to the clearing...

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Hichigo stopped on the building he was on, frozen. A throbbing dull pain seeming to wrap around him like a vice. He had felt a twinge of it earlier, but had shaken it off. This was stronger, deeper now. It pulsed through him then stopped.

He took several breathes, looking back at the storm that was rumbling towards him. His attention averted by the sounds in the building below. A smile spread across his face.

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Rukia bit her lip looking around her. The door she had climbed through banging loudly, behind her scaring her. She could only hope that Hichigo didn't hear it. She waited several moments on alert. Scanning the hall.

She tentatively stepped down the hall looking behind her every few steps. She was trying to head in the direction she had last felt Ichigo's reiatsu coming from. She checked the alien-looking watch on her arm.

She had to hurry, but in her haste she had gotten turned around and didn't know where she was going.

Then the thought, what do I do when I find him. Will seeing me be enough? Urahara didn't tell her what to do once she got to him. She'd figure that out though.

She stopped, holding her breath, the back of her neck prickling. Her eyes wide as saucers, darting back and forth as she strained to hear.

Like a weight, she felt his eyes on her and she took off down the long corridor. Her bare feet barely touching the ground as she ran. But Hichigo was upon her in an instant.

She looked back out of the corner of her eye seeing his pale hand reaching for her. She darted to her right busting into an empty room, the door swinging wildly behind her catching Hichigo in the face. The door did nothing as Hichigo burst through sending wood flying everywhere.

Rukia flung herself to the left through another doorway seeing the wooden door from the one she just passed through fly by her and out the window. Rukia scrambled to her feet running for the next door across the room.

Hichigo's cackling metallic laughter filled the air as he burst into the room looking around wildly seeing Rukia as she slammed the door behind her in the next room.

"You little bitch. Where are you going?" Hichigo laughed, running to the door and kicking it open looking over the empty room and two other open doors, leading out into the rest of the building. But no Rukia.

His blood was boiling with excitement. She did know how to show a guy a good time.

Rukia stood flush against the wall in the next room, holding her breath, listening to Hichigo's voice. It sent chills up her spine, in the worst way. Her stomach fluttered.

The worst part of Ichigo was this monster that was chasing her. But a very big part of her loved it. She clenched her teeth, trying to push back the uncomfortable thoughts rising in her; her shallow breath coming in pants as she pressed her legs together.

Hichigo stopped on his way out of the room sniffing the air.

"Hmm."

Rukia's eyes widened as the silence sent another chill thru her. Where was he?

Rukia turned to run down the hall for the windows that would take her to the roof. A cold pale hand grabbed her ankle, snatched her up, throwing her against the wall.

"Hichigo!" Rukia choked out as she hit the far wall. Before she hit the ground his hand was around her throat, holding her up eye to eye with him.

"Hold still." He grinned as held her up effortlessly, giving her neck a slight squeeze.

Rukia, her legs dangling, lifted her hands to his face.

"Ha...do 33!" She choked out. A red flash went off in Hichigo's face. Though unharmed, the kido spell surprised him. Rukia landed on her feet running frantically out of the room.

Rubbing his eyes, grinning like a demon, Hichigo chased after her.

"You are crafty." He shouted bursting through the door, looking both ways before catching site of her. He shouted savagely running after her.

Rukia's breath caught as pale arms came from behind and snaked around her waist. She began to struggle, kicking her legs.

Hichigo's large hand grabbed and held her chin firmly, twisting her face to meet his. Her eyes widened staring in his narrowed yellow ones. He covered her lips in a deep kiss, his long tongue slithering into her mouth. His hips ground into hers, as his tongue invaded her mouth.

She moaned into his bruising kiss squirming in his arms. He felt like Ichigo, tasted like him but it was rawer, feral. Her body betrayed her, as her mound flooded.

He pulled back from the kiss covering her mouth with his hand. Rukia looked at him, pleading with her eyes, struggling fiercely in his grip.

"Be quiet." He growled, squeezing her to him as she struggled.

Rukia glowered at him, her body tense with anger... and something else. She gritted her teeth, turning away from him, feeling her skin flush.

He didn't release his steely hold, staring down at her. He felt her relax in his arms, finally, as she nodded.

"Good." He held her firmly against him, relishing having her in his own arms. He sunk his face in her soft, thick raven hair, breathing in her scent. Immediately his breathing got deep, heavy. Long breaths, savoring the smell of her. His hand slid gradually down her small frame and sunk between her legs.

Rukia squealed and began to wiggle in his arms again, not wanting him to touch her there and feel the wet warmth that was spreading. His hand clamped over her mouth before she could scream.

"I can take it from you..." He hissed excitedly. His statement accentuated by forceful squeeze. "I thought it only polite as your host, to ask….." His hot breath was in her ear again. His tongue flicked her ear lobe.

She relaxed again. He loosened his grip.

"You'll have to take it!"She shouted defiantly. Her foot slamming into his kneecap knocking him off balance. She slid from his grip running, as he stumbled backwards.

He grinned, standing easily.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He growled happily, his cock throbbing as he followed after her.

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to be continued...