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FYI: This chapter's a little more serious. Breathe people- it's still got the lemon! I'm just saying…there's a little bit more plot in this one than in the others. Bear with me. =) This is by far my favorite chapter yet!
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Ichigo groaned out load and laid his head on Urahara's dining table in frustration. What was taking Rukia so long? What was she talking to the shop owner about? Why the hell did he have to come, too? It was especially weird to him that she had demanded they arrive in their shinigami forms. It had been two hours since they had arrived; he had no sign that their meeting was going to end any time soon. Ichigo couldn't help but wonder if Urahara had tried anything on her. Ichigo's eye twitched at the thought. He would definitely kill the blonde man. "I really have to stop thinking about these things." Ichigo thought to himself as he sat up semi-straight again and looked around. Suddenly his dark eyes landed on the doorway, spotting his least-favorite person in the universe.
"Hey. Ichigo." Renji greeted boredly as he leaned in the doorway. Ichigo slumped, digging his fingernails into his knees. Could this day be any worse so far?
"Hey. Renji." Was all Ichigo replied as he looked forward to stare at the table in front of him.
"You haven't been training. You're looking a little fat." Renji stated with a sly grin, reaching one hand back to grab hold of Zabimaru's hilt. Ichigo stood up in a flash and whipped around to face the red headed vice captain.
"Excuse me? What did you say?" Ichigo shot back, also grabbing the hilt of his own Zangetsu.
"I'm just saying. Haven't seen you kill a hollow in a while, asshole." Renji chuckled as he began making his way past Ichigo to find the entrance to the underground training facility Urahara had set up under his store. Ichigo wasn't in the mood for this. His could feel his face turning the color of Renji's hair.
"Is that a challenge, you bastard?" Ichigo finally cried out, he just couldn't help it. Renji glanced back over his shoulder, still grinning like an idiot. "If you are fast enough to make it down here in time. I don't have all day to wait up, you know."
Ichigo was livid. He ran over to Renji and practically tackled him into the underground facility.
"Well, Rukia. It seems your gigai works just fine!" Urahara exclaimed excitedly as he prepared to give her the gigai back. Rukia's eyes shot wide open in surprise.
"What?! You can't be serious. I have been here for two damn hours; you won't let me go sit with Ichigo (God knows what he's doing right now), I told you that I have been having mood swings, I've been more tired, my bones are beginning to creak and…"
"You're especially horny, I know." Urahara finished for her with a gentle smile. It only annoyed Rukia more. She folded her arms across her chest as she huffed, looking away and glaring at the wall. "So tell me how you figure that any of those things are normal."
"Well, well," Urahara began, "It seems this gigai is doing exactly what I designed it to do. I mean, of course it would be. Anyway, what has happened, my short friend, is the gigai has read your soul. It reads your shinigami feelings, emotions, memories, tastes, everything…and then translates them into human characteristics. I thought all your symptoms were a little strange too until I realized one thing."
"What's that?" Rukia turned back to him with great interest, raising one of her hands to begin tapping her chin. Urahara smiled widely and turned his back to her.
"We all knew you've had it bad for Kurasaki for a long time now." He finally replied. Rukia's mouth dropped open in surprise, and then a look of fury took over. Rukia spun Urahara around and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, pulling his face inches away from hers. His face was surprised as well at first, but as soon as she was done manhandling him, that same grin crept upon his face again.
"I dare you to say that again." Rukia growled. The blonde shopkeeper laughed nervously, reaching one hand up to adjust his hat.
"Well, I don't think I will take you up on that offer. However, I will keep your gigai for a little while longer, if you wish. Just to be sure." He offered quickly. Suddenly, the ground below them began to shake. Rukia released Urahara from her death grip as she looked to the floor questioningly.
"Ah, it seems Renji has caught up with Ichigo. Why don't you go make sure neither one has killed the other yet; it will be some time with this gigai." Urahara stated as he turned his back to her again. Rukia sighed heavily, rubbing her hands over her temples as she turned to go.
She wasn't surprised in the least bit to find the place practically in ruins. She wasn't sure if the two men were actually using their swords or if they were just wrestling and trying to choke each other to death. She thought it would definitely be more fun to see the second one taking place. Rukia ran her fingers along the hilt of her own sword; it had been such a long time since she had gotten to use it. She walked forward, coming to what looked to be a valley beneath her. She stood along the very edge and looked down, her eyes scanning up and down to find the men. There wasn't really any noise…there was a lot of dust, so she knew they were there. Suddenly Rukia's heart began to race.
"What if one of them really did kill the other? I hope Ichigo's alright. I hope Renji is alright, too! Oh shit, what's going on?" Rukia wondered in a panic as she began jogging along the edge of the cliff, her eyes set intently on finding some sign of the two. Suddenly, both to her relief and to her horror; Ichigo came flying out of the large cloud of dust, landing on his back and sliding several hundred feet through the dirt before hitting a clay wall, causing another large cloud of dust to accumulate.
"Ichigo!" Rukia screamed as she waited for some sign that he was alright. Renji also emerged, walking victoriously and smiling wickedly as he also began looking for Ichigo. "Hey! Rukia! Do you know if Orange-Head still breathing?"
"I'm fucking alive, you some of a bitch. You think I would go down so easily? Against you of all people?!" Ichigo's voice rang out from the dust, his tattered figure emerging slowly. He had a fierce look on his face as he glared at Renji, who returned his gaze with a smirk.
"Seems to me you just did." Renji replied. He suddenly sheathed his sword and glanced up at Rukia. About a hundred feet above them she stood, her arms were folded against her chest (as usual), and she looked down at Renji with a very judgmental expression.
"What's your problem?" Renji called up to her as he began walking toward the exit. Rukia sighed heavily; even though Renji was her best friend, she knew he could be a bit much at times.
After Renji had finally gone, Rukia remained standing at the edge of the cliff, looking down below at Ichigo. He stood, his body was covered in sweat and dirt, and the look in his eyes was hard enough to cut glass, and his hair was exceptionally messed up and dirty. His shinigami uniform was tattered and ripped, leaving his glistening chest completely exposed to her. He held Zangetsu at his side as he breathed heavily. Rukia couldn't help but bite her bottom lip. She didn't want to admit it, but the sight of him looking that was turning her on just a little. Without even acknowledging her presence Ichigo turned to face the large wall he had previously been tossed into. He glared at it as his nostrils flared in anger. Rukia jumped down gracefully to make sure he was alright; he was being unnervingly quiet. She stood back from him a few feet, watching as he continued to stare at the wall. His chest moved up and down slowly, his grip on Zangetsu tightened, causing the muscles in his arms to flex beneath his skin. His jaw clenched, only forcing the features of his face to become more prominent. Rukia simply watched, trying her best to concern herself more with his anger than with his beautifully chiseled, sweat-covered body. In an instant, Ichigo had dropped Zangetsu to the ground beside him in defeat and brought both his hands up to either side of his head. Rukia flinched and drew her arms up to her chest, almost defensively, when Ichigo let out a long, deep scream.
"Fuck!" Ichigo finally yelled at the top of his lungs after his first tantrum. Rukia wanted him to turn around, to see her. She wanted him to find comfort in her somehow; but he didn't. Instead he lunged forward, punching the clay wall as hard as he could. "Why did I lose to him?" Ichigo shouted as dust and rocks accumulated all around him. The shinigami woman had to admit that he was intimidating her quite a bit with this anger of his. She wanted to scream at him like she used to, to make him feel as if he was the biggest idiot alive so that he would shut up, but she kept her mouth shut and backed away. She backed into a large, flat boulder. Rukia sat along the edge of it, keeping her eyes all the while on her furious lover. He was placid again, staring ahead of him. She wanted to scream his name more than anything. After a minute or so, he glanced slowly back over his shoulder to Rukia. She stared back, trying her hardest to keep her expression emotionless. Her heart began to race as her breathing turned into small, sharp breaths. Her fingers clenched the sides of the boulder as Ichigo stared at her darkly. His eyes scanned up and down her body where she sat, almost causing Rukia to become unglued. She could feel herself heating up fast, and at the rate she was pulsing, she wanted to moan his name longingly so that he could come to her.
Ichigo could feel her reitsu intensifying at a very quick rate. Was he scaring her? No, that wasn't it. His eyes stayed set on her, watching her become more and more restless under his gaze. Something inside of him was beginning to turn animalistic; he desired her.
"Rukia." He finally growled in a husky voice, turning his body slightly toward her. Rukia stopped breathing for a second, sitting up alertly as her lips parted slightly. "Take off your clothes."
She blinked in surprise. She could see his desire building up but she didn't expect that. She was frozen where she was as he turned to face her completely. Ichigo clenched his jaw again, and then began walking toward her slowly. Rukia began trembling at the sight of him. He began tearing off his tattered shinigami robe as he walked, revealing his sweat-and-dirty covered muscular upper body. He was still breathing somewhat heavily, but the power in his gaze only caused her to become weaker and weaker by the second. She leaned back on her elbows, still unsure of what to do. Her brain was going in a million directions; she couldn't think straight. Ichigo reached her faster than she had anticipated. He didn't hesitate to place his hands on her waist, pull her up and press her hard against his body. She could smell the battle on him. The sweat. The dirt. The flesh.
"Do this for me, Rukia. You can make me stronger." He growled into her ear as he clenched the fabric on the back of her own shinigami uniform. The woman closed her eyes, exhaling quickly. Ichigo couldn't contain himself anymore. The adrenaline forced it's way through his body and took control of him. In one try he ripped the black robe in half, pulling the two shreds of fabrics away from her body and throwing them behind him violently as if nothing in the world repelled him more.
"Ichigo!" Rukia exclaimed as she pulled away from him in surprise, her arms wrapping themselves around her desperately in attempt to cover her sudden nakedness.
"Lay back." Ichigo commanded, pushing her back roughly so that she was against the boulder again. Rukia obeyed, laying flat on her back against the rough rock. She still wasn't entirely sure what was going on with Ichigo- this was different than any other time they had sex. Normally he was gentler with her but now…now…
Ichigo stood above her and watched. The naked body under him was shaking and he liked it. Without a word he crouched down in front of her, placing each of his large, calloused hands on her inner thighs, pushing her legs apart. Rukia cried out desperately, becoming wetter with each second after she realized what he was about to do to her. Rukia propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch. Ichigo leaned into her, pushing his tongue against her wetness and stroked her up and down, searching for the places that would make her wild. Rukia moaned loudly; this was the first time he had ever gone down on her, but damn was she enjoying it. Ichigo looked up at her with those dark, intense eyes as he began to suck; and at the sight of her losing control as her naked chest began heaving in pleasure, he increased the speed. Rukia couldn't stand it anymore. She sat up straight, extending her hands out so that she could grab hold of his hair. She was surprised when he pulled away from her, using the back of his hand to wipe her juices away from his mouth, and then presumed to grab hold of each of her wrists. He didn't say anything, he leaned up and forced his body against her, pushing her back down on her back with her wrists pinned behind her head. He held both of her tiny wrists behind her with only one hand now, the other reached the back of her hair and pulled her head back down. She had tried to reach her face up to kiss his lips, but he had stopped her. Rukia was determined to feel him, to be closer to him. It was driving her wild that he wasn't letting her touch him. He held her there, staring into her eyes as if trying to search her soul for some secret.
"Do you want me?" He finally asked in almost a whisper. Rukia tried to nod, but Ichigo tightened his grip on her hair, causing her to cry aloud.
"Tell me." He commanded as his eyes continued to burn into her.
"I want you." She finally breathed. She couldn't help but arch her back, trying her hardest to feel him. Ichigo leaned down to her ear, nibbled gently on her earlobe and said, "Tell me again. Tell me you want me."
"Ichigo, I want you!" Rukia exclaimed. Ichigo grinned, pulling his face away from her again and licked his lips.
"Turn over." He ordered, releasing her from his tight grip and ran one hand through his messy orange hair. Rukia couldn't believe it. Was this the same Ichigo she had been with for the last few days? The same one that always took him time with her, doing everything in his power to make sure she was pleased. Now he was acting like an animal- even his eyes didn't seem normal; but Rukia loved it. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so turned on.
In a moment, she was on her hands and knees with Ichigo standing directly behind her. He ran his hand up and down her spine as he took a moment to enjoy this new view of her. Rukia purred gently at his touch, while the anticipation built up inside of her. She needed him inside of her. Now. Ichigo knew it. The next thing she knew, she was seeing white. When he entered her, he didn't wait to give her everything he had.
"Fuck, Rukia!" Ichigo exclaimed in ecstasy. He was deeper inside of her than he had ever been, and he loved every second of it. Rukia screamed in pleasure when he pulled out almost completely, and then thrust himself back in. Rukia could feel the scratches and scrapes she was receiving on her hands and knees due to the friction against the rock, but it only exciting her that much more. Ichigo was moving at an incredible rate; Rukia could barely remember her own name at this point. All she could seem to do was scream his name. She couldn't be sure but she could have sworn she came at least twice. Ichigo moaned as she tightened around him, reaching her ultimate climax, he leaned his head back and shut his eyes, biting his bottom lip while trying not to scream himself. As soon as he released inside of her, he pulled out, taking a moment to re-catch his breath for the millionth time that day. Rukia turned back over onto her back and sprawled out on the rock. Ichigo smiled to himself as he watched her. There was nothing greater in the world than seeing her like this, he decided as he fixed what was left of his clothes. Rukia looked over at him and grinned from ear to ear. Ichigo met her gaze, and leaned down next to her.
"Thank you for making me stronger." He said to her gently, leaning his lips down until they met hers. Rukia reached one hand up to rest on his cheek as she returned his kiss appreciatively.
"HEY! You ready for round two, or are you too tired?" A familiar voice rang from the entrance of the facility. Ichigo and Rukia both groaned, releasing each other to sit up. Ichigo ran over to where he had thrown his shinigami uniform and tossed it in her direction.
"Put this on!" Ichigo commanded with a laugh as he remembered shredding all her clothes into oblivion. Rukia threw the robe around her, although it was torn in some places, it fit well enough that she was covered. Just as she had gotten situated, Renji showed up in all his glory.
"Eh? Rukia, what happened to you?" The vice captain asked in confusion as he stared at the half-destroyed robe Rukia now sported. He felt her face turn a little red as she moved her gaze to the ground.
"Hey, asshole." Ichigo cut in, "Why don't you stop trying to change the subject and finish this."
Renji grinned as he unsheathed his sword. "Well now, Ichigo. I didn't realize you were in such a hurry to get your ass kicked again."
What Renji failed to realize was that he was the one who was in for one of the biggest ass-kickings of his life.
