Warning: This chapter is rather lemony...
Hello, I know, it's been a while since the last time I've updated. And I've been slacking. Reason for this would have to be that I am putting to much in my hands. So I'm cutting back on some future plans. So then I can have time to type up some of these chapters. I don't know if it's me or if it's really just that; all of my longer stories get fewer hits. Is my writing too complicated? Or is it cuz the pairings are too werid? (Neji/Hinata etc, etc) *sighs heavily* I personally enjoy my longer stories than any of the other ones that I write. I really really would love some feedback. If I know what the reader wants then I can really write a better story... really really I can.
I'm going to back off from this fanfic and come back to it later, because I'm going to submit some of my more brief, short, non-complicated fics. See what kind of feedback I get... - Zerolr -
~ Chapter 9 ~
Insanity Part II
Ichigo peeled the hollow off his bleeding body. Somehow seeing Rukia he was regaining control of his arms.
FUCK YOU!!! How dare you. You are mine, now let me take my PLACE!
He had torn the flesh off his chest. Ichigo's shoulder joint was visible among the rivers of blood that continued to flow from him.
Rukia parried every swing of his blade with hers, noticing that Ichigo was holding back somehow. She knew that in this stage, the Hollow inside him gifted him with immense power.
He continued to swing, rasping and screeching wildly. He increased the rate of his swings and Rukia had to block twice as fast.
"Damn," cursed Rukia under her breath.
Ichigo lunged a swing that sprained her wrist and caused the blade to fly off of her hands. Sasori quickly took a few steps back as the blade stabbed, landing right in front of him. He drew a sigh of relief.
"Curse you, Deidara… what is taking you so long?" he mumbled to himself.
"I have you…" seethed Ichigo in a dural tone.
"Ichigo, can you hear me?" cried Rukia in a stuttering voice, "You're strong, can defeat him, you can—"
"Shut up you!" He placed the blade underneath her neck, "Tell me how do you like to die? I wish to grant you this mortifying desire. Let me…" He hissed in her ear.
"I-I don't want to die…" voiced Rukia in a small voice. Her tiny body shook within the embrace he trapped her in. The arm that held the blade lowered slowly to her collarbone slitting open her skin.
A trickle of blood spilled, "Very well, you won't even notice death approaching," His tongue danced above her skin descending her neck before speaking once more, "I will be blinded by pleasure,"
This is not him, she repeated mentally. This is not Ichigo. His tongue lapped up the slit of skin that trickled with blood. The large blade fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
Sasori still waiting for Deidara dared himself to keep watching.
What are you doing?! Stop it! Leave her alone!!!
What's wrong with you ehhhh? Say no when you mean yes, and yes when you mean no, you make no fucking sense. You make me so mad… I'll just break her in two with my own two hands!
"Ruuukia," he rasped once more. The whole time she was hastily calculating away to help him and figured that the mask is the only way. Duh, it was quite obvious, but when you're nervous, the thoughts scatter allowing logical thought to be impossible. She gasped. His right hand cupped over her small breast. She felt the sensation throb in both places.
No, she thought, I have to end this fast. Her arms went around his back; her left hand rose and ran through the tangerine colored hair while the other, sprained and bruised clung on to the black shinigami kimono.
His other hand gripped tightly at her shoulder sliding down her arm. It caused her pain holding roughly he grasped the small arm, bruising her muscles. It then glided to her waist, desiring to find a way to scratch, to make her bleed. His lips very soon found hers, and after biting them, he entered his tongue slowly for a deep kiss.
More color rose into her reddening cheeks, emotional sentiments stirred. Her body feeling contact with his, aroused. Just knowing it was him, caused her body to break in sweat. But in spite of this, she didn't forget. The left hand that nestled with his small fuzzy mane traveled its way towards the top part of his half mask.
With one strong yank she began to wrench the mask off his face. His lips parted from hers.
"What do you think you're doing?" he whispered harshly in that double tone.
"Getting Ichigo back, you have no right to take him away!" she answered in an equally hushed voice.
To her surprise, his hand landed over her left that grabbed the mask as an aid. She smiled, he's still fighting, she thought. Together, they began to pull it off and the Hollow inside him screeched. With the other hand, he grabbed Rukia's injured arm and began to twist it in a desperate attempt. The mask was peeling off his face and before the Hollow could break the arm, the bone mask fell, shattering into many tiny pieces.
Ichigo finally freed from such tormenting struggle collapsed headfirst towards Rukia. She caught him in her small embrace, his head dropped over her shoulder, his whole body leaning on her.
"I-Ichigo!" she cried. Her eyes then softened in warm understanding, "I knew you could do it. I've always believed in you, because you've always proved me so, "Whoa!" the body felt like a heavy lump of metal. She staggered a few steps back and her back fell against a tree for support. His eyes opened slowly.
"Rukia…" he voiced weakly.
"Don't speak, it's all over now," she replied softly.
Sasori darkened the lines of his newest sketch capturing perfectly the silent tender scene.
With her back still against the trunk, her body sunk down to its base. Ichigo's limp-like body leaned on top of hers. His arms just dangled at his sides.
Lowering his pencil, Sasori sighed. There was no way he could just jump in and kill the orange, "I'll let that tenderness stay," he whispered to himself, "So that one day, I too, will find my own tenderness."
"Ichigo," Rukia whispered softly, "I don't hate you, and I didn't mean all the things I said… could you ever forgive me?"
He lifted his head slowly and looked into her eyes. Those violet eyes were tearing, spilling down her cheeks. He lifted his hand and with the bottom of his thumb, he wiped her tears, silently.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered weakly, "It's my fault you're like this."
Those same brown eyes that had burned into her mind, were watching her once more.
"Idiot," he murmured, "It's not your fault that this happened. I've been fighting this thing inside me for a while now."
"A while?" she asked in a worried tone.
"Yeah, but it doesn't matter, it's gone," he replied in exhaustion.
His reitsu feels so weak…at least it has stopped decreasing, Rukia thought. It seems like the Hollow had been absorbing it. To think that Ichigo could have really… no. I would have never forgiven myself if Ichigo died. I-I can't have anyone else die in front of me…
Tears suddenly sprang from her eyes again as she hugged him tightly.
"Please, don't die… please don't ever die," she begged.
Ichigo listened to her and held on to her. His heart within him melted. Being with her like this felt so right. The thought of maybe telling her those words just sent his heart to race. No, he thought, maybe I'm rushing myself, yeah that could be it. He remembered all that the Hollow had done to her, he remembered her reactions. But still, any girl would have acted like that, right? He was suddenly glad that holding her like this allowed him to hide his reddening face.
"Rukia…"
"Hmmm?"
"Close your eyes," he asked. Sounding so grave, Rukia figured for whatever reason it might be important. Once she did so, sat up in front of her.
He wanted to kiss her. But this time on his own, without the Hollow's help. Thing is, he's never kissed a girl before. But he wanted to regardless, he felt the desire to. Moving up to her face he suddenly pressed his lips against hers. He parted a few seconds later not knowing what else to do but to make contact again.
Rukia's eyes shot open. Wait, she thought wildly. She felt his lips touch hers again and her eyes slowly closed. She felt her face flush, this is Ichigo. But, but, but!
His mouth remained pressed against hers inventing whatever could come next. He moved it around hers and for a half second he froze. It was true; she started to kiss him back. Feeling her small fingers reach around the back of his neck, it caused his body to feel white hot.
"Ichigo, what the hell are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.
"What does it look like?" he rasped while trying to climb on top of her. His cheeks were scarlet, his body warm.
"Ichigo you…!!!"
He wrapped his arms around her moving his hands down her back , he was still bashful not even daring to touch where the Hollow had touched.
After a while, they were starting to move faster. She ran her fingertips through his hair, tugging in frustration. He dove his head down to her neck hearing her slightly gasp for the sensations his tongue was causing her to feel.
"Ichigo, Ichigo…" she repeated over and over. He pulled her down her body resting on the grass. They spent a few moments like this feeling each other causing each other such pleasure all without removing a single article of clothing.
Her fingers trailed the thin jaw line, caressing his face with tenderness.
"Ichigo," she gasped out of breath, "We're not supposed to—,"
"Why not?" he countered dropping his body slowly to rest on top of Rukia. They rolled around clinging on to each other and she ended up on top of him. Grass and dirt rubbed on their black shinigami kimonos. Rukia's arm that had been bruised by the Hollow throbbed in pain, but she easily ignored it. What she couldn't ignore was the feeling of his erection pressing against her from underneath all those clothes.
Ehhhh…doesn't this feel wonderful? I guess you're not a loser after all…
Ichigo froze. It was him again. But, he's not supposed to be here. He disappeared. No, not now, he thought. Not now.
End Notes: Next chapter, battle begins! Will Renji make it in time to save Rukia? Will Ichigo be lost to his inner Hollow? And will Deidara ever come to pick up Sasori? Find out in the next update!!!
