Okay guys, so this would be a long author's note to clarify some stuff ^^, ..
To all those who asked if this is not an IchiHime fic, it IS an IchiHime fic. Remember that in my directX07 account, I only write ICHIHIME fics for Bleach and no other pairing. IchiHime is my OTP, I won't change it. I won't make a mistake such as accidentally putting a fan fic in the wrong category. I think I've been a writer for three years now. It's impossible for me to make that mistake. :D This is part of that thing we call plot. :D
I think this would be my greatest work ever because I will dare to make what I haven't seen in other fics before - to make a fan fic so focused and so centered on the present love lives of the characters that you won't be entirely sure when it will be IchiHime, but it will be. :D Please just wait patiently.
Fostersb - your review about why Ulquiorra is suddenly going after Orihime... I have a very good answer for that. But it will come in the later chapters, please wait. ^^
And I'm very surprised that so many of you noticed that Ichigo is in love with another woman! ^^ I only barely mentioned it so that I could test who really internalizes my works. Like, I used two lines for it... XD Please wait patiently for it! ^^
Lunar - thanks for that funny review! ^^ Ichigo would slam me to a wall if he knew what I'm doing to Hime..! :D
x3Sn0w - the change in writing style is brought up by the change of the genres I'm reading and loving right now. I don't want sappy romance and accidentally in love stories anymore. I want my fic to be involved with something real - a life where temptations and falsely-interpreted romance arises. Where things are not always what they seem...
Blitch – the kiss cheating… LOL! I loved writing that part… Please wait for MORE of that. *heehee
I'm sure that more than 50% of your guesses would be incorrect in many aspects of this story, and that's what I like about writing this. But I would love to see your predictions and hear from you. Shower me with love..
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Chapter 7
Indomitable Force
"Good evening," Ichigo said, looking at the pair who was standing in the middle of the deserted hallway.
The auburn-haired woman gasped and looked at him with wide, gray eyes – eyes which bespoke fear and surprise. The ebony-haired man looked as passive as ever, his eyes closed and hid look withdrawn.
Ichigo approached the two and turned to Ulquiorra.
"Father's in the library. You won't find him in the study at this hour," Ichigo said, his voice in dead calm.
"Thank you," Ulquiorra said, his voice in monotone, colder than the orange-haired man's. "I shall be taking my leave now. It was a pleasure talking to you, Lady Kurosaki."
With that he bowed, leaving the two in still silence.
Orihime bowed her head and clasped her hands together against her chest. Her heart was still pounding at the kiss she shared with Ulquiorra, but right now it was mixed with fear.
She had forgotten that she was married.
Married? I thought he had already made it clear that this relationship is strictly business? Her other side fumed.
But still…
"You," he said, laying his inscrutable brown eyes on hers.
"I – I'm sorry," Orihime mumbled, not daring to look at his face.
"I said I will give you complete freedom in exchange of not seeing me," Ichigo said as Orihime eyes shot upwards finally to meet with his. "I shall stand by my promise."
"W-what do you mean?"
"I do not care if you have as many affairs as you want," he clarified, turning around. "As long as you do it in places no one can see."
Orihime stood stock still. This man was giving her complete reign of her life, just to avoid further contact with him.
Does he loathe my presence that much?
She mentally shook her head. This was not a fairy tale love scene. This was the truth. She had to stay away from him. Away from the dangers he might represent and sticking to the agreement which had them in this situation in the first place.
"I do not care if you have my own best friend," he added, walking away, "but if you are to do it, do it in the dark. I do not wish to be disgraced. If you are going to betray me, do it in silence, for I will not allow anyone to soil my family's name. It would do us great dishonor if people find out that my very own wife is cheating on her husband."
Silence.
Pain.
Orihime felt tears slide down her cheeks. She never expected this – the truth slapped right to her face. It was like he was toying with her – letting her think she was free, yet caging her mentally.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, trembling from head to toe.
Ichigo faced her, bored eyes lying upon her tear-stricken face.
"I bought you, remember?" he said. "I thought I reminded you of that. But as I told you, you are free to do anything you please, just stay away from me and deal with you personal affairs in private. Protecting my dignity and yours, if you think about it deeply."
Orihime said nothing and simply stared at the retreating figure dressed in immaculate black. Graceful and purposeful steps led her away from her sight as she felt her knees buckle under her own weight.
A kiss.
A brief touch.
My beginning.
My end.
She touched her lips, reminiscing in the feeling of Ulquiorra's cold lips on hers. Strangely, the cold was welcomed. It was sweet and endearing. There was somewhat a show of curiosity in his actions, which deviate from the usually stoic façade he would show.
Thoughts of the exchange quickly blotted out most of her worries, but a lingering sadness remained.
This is the sacrifice Inoue Orihime had taken.
She had sacrificed her precious and peaceful life…
In exchange for going back to privilege…
In exchange for going back to that unwanted title…
In exchange for jewels and clothes…
In exchange of her friend's protection…
In exchange for other people's safety…
She had sacrificed a life of love, hope and beauty.
If she were not sold, she could have freely loved.
If she were not sold, she could have freely chose.
This was true regret.
What hurt her most that the time she would be married would be the time she would fall in love. Ulquiorra Schiffer – that silent man whom she did not know so well.
She need not know anything more; she just knew for sure that he was the one.
And yet here she was, in a shaking stupor, under confusion and desolation. She was married to a man she barely knew. A man who would barely let anyone pass the wall he had created around himself. A man who had many secrets to hide. A man who had an alternate identity so frightening that it might harm her any second.
Are you scared?
Orihime blinked a few times before a realization dawned upon her.
I won't give up.
"I thought I already made it clear."
"You have."
"I told you to stay away from him."
"It was an accident."
Lies. She tried to reason out. But it won't do much this time. She had brought this upon herself.
"What are you doing here, then?"
"I feel responsible for my actions."
"Oh?"
"I am here to apologize."
"Apologize? Do you think that's enough?"
Silence. A sound of a door's lock clicking.
Silence. A sound of a low chuckle and unsteady breathing.
"What do I have to do? You won't allow me to apologize hours ago."
"He told you to avoid him. Why didn't you follow?"
Three seconds passed.
"No answer?"
"I am his wife."
More silence. A sound of a suppressed gasp.
"Not enough."
She gasped as she was slammed against the cold wall. His harsh breath was upon her face, heat blasting on her cheeks and hair.
Eyes of the darkest bowels of the night and the fiercest amber pierced down on her face, his face in a scowl.
He touched her lips with shaking fingers.
"Do you know how much it tormented me to see these lips touch another man's?"
She blanched, her heart thumping fast. She should have expected this. But she had never expected to find him like this – already like this.
He lowered his head and opened his mouth, releasing his tongue from its cavern, lazily letting it sweep over her lips.
"I feel as though I can still taste him."
"Don't do this…"
A finely arched eyebrow rose.
"I thought you were here to apologize."
"Yes I was. And I already have. So let me out."
"Not enough. Not enough NOT ENOUGH!"
The bellow shook her senses. It rang through her mind and cut through her soul, leaving her shaken. It's coming.
He slammed her against the wall for the second time, holding her shoulders so tightly that she felt as though they were about to break.
"I will slit his throat. Better yet, I shall slowly detach his head from his body…"
"No, please."
"Why are you protecting him?"
"I – "
"You belong to me," he breathed against her face. "If I ever see another man touching you, I'll kill him in front of you. I'll kill for you. Devour for you."
For you.
Her blood ran cold as his insanity crept inside of her. Green eyes staring up at her, the sparks of life in them gone. Vivid images of his body being mangled by a sword, held by a demon with eyes of the midnight sky.
"No…"
"Then tell me you're mine. Even if he tells you to stay away, you are not to stay away. You are to remain as my faithful little – "
"Toy?" she asked, lowering her head so that her eyes were hidden by her hair. "You own me? You bought me? I know that already. Stop repeating it."
Stunned silence.
Then a chuckle.
"You are more amazing than her," he grumbled, lifting her chin.
She shivered as their gazes collided. She tried to break the contact, but his hold tightened.
His free hand wandered to her hair.
"More luxurious hair."
Then to the side of her eyes.
"More luminous and innocent eyes."
Then to her lips.
"Redder and more alluring lips."
Then to her cheek.
"Smoother skin."
Down, down his hand went…
To her chest.
He gripped her left breast hard, eliciting a loud gasp from her.
"Much more bountiful… assets."
"Stop this!"
Her scream made him chuckle more.
"And you dare to do the gentlest things to a monster. How is that? How is it that you dare to look at me with those eyes of yours that speak sympathy?"
Inhale. She inhaled hard.
"I sympathize with your lack of… companionship and restraint."
His hand stopped caressing her chin and breast.
He turned his back to hers, which surprised her.
"Your apology… you can pay for it with your body," he silently said.
Why the sudden lack of ruthlessness?
"You wouldn't do that," she said, raising her head in an effort to calm herself.
"What did you say?"
"You wouldn't do that. Because you won't get any merit for sleeping with me," she replied, hugging herself tightly with her own arms, trying to seek comfort with her own body and her own words.
Boisterous laughter ensued, making her jump up in surprise.
He turned around and captured her lips in his.
She struggled, trying to put some distance between them. But her efforts were futile.
She recalled cold and gentle lips. Now, she was experiencing a hot and bruising kiss.
"Merit for sleeping with you?" he said, breaking the kiss for only the tiniest amount of distance. "Are you jesting, my dear? I would very much want to fuck you right now."
Gray eyes widened. She prayed that by some miracle, she would be saved. Saved by that cold man she did not like – hoping that he would resurface and try to end his own sanity.
"He won't come, you know."
"What?" she mumbled, alarmed.
"I have made sure that I am angry enough so that he won't come barging in. Do you know how furious I am right now?" he asked, pressing her up against the wall, effectively letting her feet dangle in midair as he clutched her shoulders tightly.
"I want to cut you up for the whoring you have done," he whispered into her ear. "But I want to cut you up inside. Tear up those virginal folds and make you mine. Mine, mine, mine."
A single tear slipped from her eye.
"Your apology shall be your body."
She gasped, her eyes wide as he bent over to her. The wind was howling outside, and a streak of lightning lit up the dark confines of the room. He exuded a very dark charisma around him which he lacked when he was sane. His thick orange hair shined against the brief show of light. Despite her mounting terror, she could not help but notice that he was devastatingly good looking.
Her chest was growing more painful, and her insides were coiling up. Her center was growing more heated, as her traitorous body responded to the first person who corrupted it.
He caressed her neck and she shivered.
"See? Your body recognizes its one true master."
A sinister smirk graced his features as he tore her dress up, leaving nothing on. The sound of the tearing cloth matched with the increasing tempo of the rain and the occasional bursts of thunder.
Cold swept over her as her naked body lay exposed before his lustful eyes.
"Are you scared?" he asked, eyes searching her flushed face.
She did not answer and tried covering her body, but she was stopped when he suddenly moved her hands out of the way and pressed her body against his.
"You should fear for him," he said slowly. "Take pleasure in what I shall do to you."
He suddenly kneeled, roughly pulling her legs apart. His nose touched her womanhood as he firmly gripped her hands to stop her from running away.
"Such a sweet scent, princess," he growled. "And you're already glistening wet for me."
"No!" her scream came.
"You." Lick.
"Are." Lick.
"Mine." Lick.
She felt her knees buckle as his hot tongue swept over her already swelling clit, pushing harder against her sleek hole. Up and down the line he went, trying to tease her. The strong movements led her to jerking her body against his roughly swirling tongue, trying to gain closer contact.
"You like it," he said, chuckling.
She shook her head in embarrassment. "No…"
He let go of her hand and suddenly pushed a very long finger inside of her. She let out a silent scream, fighting to stay standing up. She leaned against the wall and panted, trying to gather herself, but his long finger was moving inside of her.
"It hurts," she said, wincing.
"Try to relax, princess," he cooed. "Once you get wetter, it'll be more fun."
Squish. Squish. Squish.
She could hear the disgusting squelches coming from her throbbing and moistening sex. His finger entered her in a fast pace, while lapping up the juices that went out of it, trying to take in as much as he could.
"Look. At. Me." He punctuated each word with the thrusts of his hand, making her gasp loudly. She forced herself to look down to those shadowy eyes.
She shuddered.
They were alive and evil. They looked at her with a cruel expression as he tongued and toyed with her.
She closed her eyes and turned her head away shamefully, her body moving in its own accord. She could not stop herself. She could only react sinfully to what he was doing to her.
Please, appear. Please, get out of your shell and save me.
I can't get away from this.
"Damn," he breathed, licking more and more, now using his mouth fully to kiss the tender lips of her nether region. "I can't take it anymore."
He stood up and tore off his clothes, leaving him with nothing on. Her eyes went wide again as she sensed what he was about to do.
He grabbed hold of her thighs and lifted them up effortlessly.
So strong.
He put his hands around her waist to align her dripping entrance directly across his throbbing member.
"No… please," she whispered, tears and sobs choking her.
"You are mine," he rasped.
Plunge.
A scream.
A scream tearing the night sky as the rain pounded outside.
With every thunder, he took the plunge, matching the ominous rhythm.
She gritted her teeth as she felt her insides being torn up by his manhood. He was hard and pulsating inside of her. She could feel and smell blood falling.
"Blood," he whispered, as if reading her thoughts. "You smell… so good."
He pushed her back against the wall and started grinding himself into her, kneading her breasts in the process.
"So fucking hot." Ragged breaths accompanied the rain.
The sounds of their sexes meeting up. The feel of his entire length burying within her to the hilt. At first it was painful, but she felt herself going crazy in need of the delicious and delirious pleasure he was giving her.
"You like it?" he said, every word stressed by a thrust inside of her, making her scream out his name.
"Ahh…" all she could say.
"How does it feel to be fucked so hard?" he asked, grabbing her hips and grinding into her even more.
"Tell me you want me, even if it is a lie," he added, leaning over and capturing one nipple in his mouth.
She could not take it anymore. With a scream, she came, convulsing in his arms as she slumped forward to his chest.
But he was still hard inside her.
He lifted her up and brought her to a nearby table, laying her exhausted self there.
"No more," she said, pleading.
"I'm not satisfied. Not yet," he said, starting to thrust in and out of her once again.
He stared down at her flushed face, her lips open as she panted and let out small screams. He watched as she dragged her nails down the finely-carved wood. He looked on as she thrashed her head and her gray eyes turned darker in passion.
How could I be obsessed with this woman?
Sweat trickled down from her damp hair to face. Sweat glistened on her bountiful chest, accentuating those pert, pink nipples. Her ivory skin was glowing, and he was the cause of it all.
His smirk grew wider as he pumped more into her.
He watched her red sex, swollen and aching for him, as her fluids ran on her hard cock. The smell of her and him made him grow crazy with want.
"Tell me you want me, even if it is a lie," he said again.
She gave him a dazed look but said nothing. She did not want to lie to herself, yet she did not want to say things which she might later regret.
How much loneliness did this man endure for him to grow insane? She thought, amidst her own insanity.
She had to show him, somewhat, that she cared, even though they did not love each other. Even though this was all just for lust. Even though she was just his toy.
He continued driving into her with a force that is not that of a human. He could not stop, and she wondered if he would ever do so, since he only became harder and harder within her. Her insides were combusting in the rapid and slick friction between the unison of their bodies.
He grunted as he came inside of her.
Hot liquid poured out of him as she felt tears coming down from her eyes.
He pulled out and smirked – a smirk which made her shiver in fear and uncertainty. He took hold of her legs and pried them apart, watching her from below in a leisurely fashion.
"You are weeping for me, princess," he said, giving her swollen and bloodied womanhood a long, slow lick.
"Tastes even better," he muttered, finishing up his job by licking her clean.
She felt her already battered nether region beginning to heat up again. She shook her head shamefully at this reaction, but she had to do it. She had to make her point. She had to awaken him.
She saw his eyes grow wide as she sat up suddenly.
"What are you doing?" he said.
She said nothing and leaned down, her face in a considerable distance from his. She cupped his face with her hands and said,
"Come back, Ichigo."
"Come back, Ichigo."
Who is that?
Who is that voice?
I've heard of it before.
But where… who?
"Come back, Ichigo."
Again…
I must come back.
For some reason, I have to wake up.
Fight. Fight.
To protect that voice.
Hours before...
"What are you still doing here, Hime-chan?" a voice came from behind her.
Orihime jumped up slightly and was soothed when she saw Kurosaki Isshin walk towards her. A smile was on his face and this eased Orihime a bit. His eyes were like that of a man surveying his favorite daughter.
"I was admiring the night sky," she lied, staring up at the dark sky.
"Admiring the storm clouds," he said. Obviously the lie did not work on him.
She said nothing to defend herself and merely stared up at the violent clouds, oblivious to the threat of rain, lightning and thunder it may present.
"The clouds warn us of something violent coming our way," she whispered.
Isshin nodded beside her and gave her a serious look. "I know you are not happy here with us," he said.
She stared at him in surprise. She waved her hands frantically. "No, no!" she said, laughing. "That's not it at all!"
"You're not very good in lying, my dear."
Orihime's laughter faltered as she stared guiltily at the carpeted floor.
"I know my son isn't the best husband, but please, try your best to understand him," Isshin said.
"How can I do that?" she said, downcast. She did not know what to do, especially right now that she had betrayed her husband and herself. I don't know what I'll do...
"You remind me of Masaki," Isshin said out of nowhere.
"The princess?" she asked.
"Yes," the older man replied. "I know you have the same traits. I feel it. And I think that Urahara did a fine job. I know you can help change Ichigo."
Eyes from the bowels of hell widened. Amber irises lit up.
A death grip stopped her as his right hand grabbed her wrist. The circulation was cut off, as she could feel her fingers numbing. But she ignored the pain.
"Ichigo?" he said through gritted teeth. "Why do you ask for that bastard? He doesn't even want you."
"I know," she firmly stated, meeting his eyes – this time with more courage.
"But I have to try."
His eyes widened more.
He grabbed her head and kissed her forcefully. His tongue ravaged the inside of her mouth, making her gasp in pain and pleasure.
"Taste yourself through me," he rasped. "This is how I want you."
"Kurosaki-sama," she said, through their kisses.
"Damn you!" he yelled, slamming her into the wood.
She gasped as she felt her back starting to bruise from the constant slams he did.
"S-stop it," she said with a wince. "You are not like this."
"How the fuck do you know how I'm really like?!" he said with a laugh. "I'm a demon, princess. There's nothing more to know."
"I know who you are," she contradicted. "But Kurosaki-sama…"
"Enough!"
Another bruising kiss.
"Stop it," he said, earning her surprise.
He's beginning to appear.
"Stay sleeping, King. I'm not finished with her," the demon's voice came.
The normal voice took over, "Shut up. Get out."
"No! I said no!"
"GET OUT!"
He suddenly fell over and went down to the floor, convulsing and shaking. She got up and kneeled beside him, grabbing hold of his shoulders, trying to still his movements.
With all the strength she could muster, she lifted him into her arms and embraced him as tightly as she could, as if absorbing some of his pain.
He continued shaking until it completely ceased.
Ichigo opened his eyes to feel a soft body against his, slender arms tightly around his torso. A hand reached up to the back of his neck, softly caressing and comforting.
Like my mother's touch…
Auburn hair reflected itself in the thunder, and he knew who she was. He had gone to sleep for far too long.
He inhaled sharply and smelled blood.
His eyes widened as he realized what he did to her.
"Let go of me," he said.
"No," she replied.
"Why are you doing this?" he said in a pained voice.
She said the most unexpected thing, "Because I am your wife."
"I told you to stay away, look at what happened now."
"I brought this upon myself. This is my punishment," she murmured. "But at least allow me to act as a wife."
"I thought you love Ulquiorra, why did you give your body to me?"
She let go of him suddenly, and he felt himself missing her presence.
She stared at him with gray eyes filled with resolve. "I do love him," she said. "But I am married to you, thus I will do my duties, and stop living in a lie."
"You – " he started, but was stopped by her gaze.
"So please, stop hiding things from me."
Okay, so that's the end of this chapter. Hope you liked it. ^^
This chapter is short because it's just about the aftermath of what happened to Ulquiorra and Orihime. We might wonder how his other side would react to this! ^^
He/She refers to Hichigo and Orihime.. XD
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