"Can't a guy look?"
"No!"
And Orihime literally could have sworn she just had a heart attack.
This…was…not…good.
Chapter 9
By now, though she wondered if it was even remotely possible, but Orihime could have sworn-she could have just sworn that her face had at least blasted through over sixteen million variations of the color pink. She was also pretty much sure that she had never felt all of these bundle of emotions- ranging from anger to rage to embarrassment to fear to relief to anxiety to warmth- attacking her all at once and with such ferocity that for a moment there she had forgotten how to breathe.
Nothing, absolutely nothing could have ever prepared her for this outrageous magnitude of humiliation. Nothing! Not even that kiss. Heck, even her heart was hot, tainted and just beating at a ridiculous rate. A rate in which her ears had trouble keeping up with.
Butterflies were clenching tightly around her stomach, coiling around her heart and bringing forth with it an ache of something foreign then it was gone just like that.
Honestly, she was speechless. She really was. Her mouth was proof of that, especially with the way it hanged, observing, gazing and watching as his callous fingers slid lazily through the material of her clothing. He was examining the items. Brows arched, eyes glinted and for some reason he reminded her oddly, of a child when rewarded for good behavior. The thought alone should have made her giggle. Instead, every inch of her had been completely frozen, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to laugh.
Perhaps the word 'speechless' wasn't the right word to properly justify what she was currently going through. What she was experiencing far surpassed it. She was shocked, surprised and stunned. Both at his abrupt appearance and at the fact that he was…he was well ignoring her. Bluntly.
Her previous words for him to stop had obviously fallen on death's ears and as her lips closed, frown coloring, she found herself attempting to reopen them. A string of offensive words sprang from her throat, almost reaching passed her lips and halting only when the man-probably reaching the stage of boredom- finally halted his activities. Then he was leaning back, locking gazes with her and heralding the closure of her mouth.
Something electric was casted.
It ripped through her flesh, swallowing her within that same blanket of some foreign emotion; one that bared an uncanny resemblance to that of the kiss yet much more powerful. And for some reason she felt the confusion escalating before pushing the feeling away and ridiculing herself for ever being put in such a state. She had prepared herself for this. Deep down she had knew that they would meet again and she had swore that when they did, this time-this time she wouldn't let him get away.
This time she would interrogate him before bringing peace to his soul. Even though the thought for some unknown reason pained her, she knew it was the right thing to do. He wasn't human. He didn't have a heart and most of all hollows were monsters and she…She was a captain. She had a duty to Soul society. She had responsibilities. She was strong. Mentally, physically, spiritually and emotionally. Something like this wouldn't-shouldn't phased her. Yet here she was, opening her mouth once again to reprimand him.
However, her brain had other plans. Her lips met and when his shoulders rose, she watched in mild fascination and brewing horror as those eerie lips twirled upwards, sending a chill to rip viciously throughout her.
"Shinigami." She heard him say, voice deceitfully thick, husky even and in response everything went still.
Her throat trembled. Her mouth became eerily dry. Her lips quivered and her breathing suddenly seemed thick; too thick.
"How long are you going to just stand there?" The arrancar's words came out drowsily and this time he finished them with a careless lick of the lips, eyes heavily lidded.
For another brief second, Orihime's eyes slid close before meeting with amber and she noted, despite the situation, how peculiarly attractive he looked.
The rays of the sun splashed lightly into his orange hair and the wind wafted through the thick spikes of hair hovering dangerously above his mahogany eyes. It was the first time seeing him in the sun and if she had to be honest the dark really didn't do him enough justice. He looked…and…he looked. Her brows quirked. Human. He looked insanely human, too human and she wondered if he had perhaps heard her thoughts for his gaze seemed to darkened the moment she had finished them.
She was startle at that look he was giving her though her stomach begged to differ. Flooded cheeks seemed to become worse and the chuckled he emitted didn't help to sooth the raging situation either. Inhaling deeply before exhaling sharply, her eyes drifted close.
A second later, they fluttered opened, becoming dangerously narrowed and she spoke, voice heavy, "Why are you here?"
The question seemed to interest him. She could tell with the way his eyes twinkled as his arms folded beneath a sheet-ful of orange. The espada's face morphed momentarily into a thoughtful look then he was grinning.
"That's easy."
When he paused, regarding her in wicked delight, Orihime found herself frowning, heart beginning to skip yet another beat. Then he breathed casually, as if it were normal, "I visited Soul Society for you."
At the sound of those words, ashen orbs grew incredibly higher. The captain class shinigami parted her lips before forcing a quiet, "…me…"
Then the words clicked.
"Soul Society! You-you attacked Soul Society by yourself," she choked out angrily.
With a rough 'tsk', Ichigo rolled his eyes, un-amuse at the sudden change. "No though I was tempted to. Don't worry shinigami, all were unaware of my presence," he assured her, teasing heavily hinted and she tilted her head, staring at him in mild confusion.
"What-what do you mean?"
"I sneaked in. Searched for your reiatsu, found nothing." He grinned, showcasing perfectly aligned teeth. "For a moment I thought you were expecting me."
Then his face darkened and with that everything around him darkened. "Then I saw him."
"Him?"
"Your lieutenant I assumed. The green eyed trash," he answered coldly, crossing his arms over his chest, expression mirroring one of anger.
"Ulqui-kun…" she murmured followed by a soft gasp.
"I was going to kill him," he hissed.
Orihime's eyes narrowed. "If you-"
"I aint attack the guy, shinigami. Just heard him saying to someone you weren't there."
Orihime frowned. "And you decided I was here?"
Then he frowned. "Pretty much so but enough about trivial stuff, shinigami."
His face hardened, neck inclining slightly to the side as he brought his eyes back to her and she shivered, brows knitting together. "How bout we continue where we left off?"
Unfortunately the statement hadn't registered for she was still staring at him, watching him intensely, curiously.
He was doing that again. Looking intensely serious. And looking human...too human...like him…
She was roughly thrown back to a cold time of roaring rain, preceded by darkness and then that gentle breeze of orange and child like brown eyes. Eyes that could see her. That could feel her pain.
"Why are you crying?"
It was the beginning; their beginning then everything twirl and she was back to that painful day when he had left her. "Orihime-chan, I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you…please forgive me…"
The next thing she knew, she was back to being surrounded by the orange headed arrancar and she found herself blinking consecutively. Had he just spoken?
"W-what?" It was the only logical thing her brain could produce after being snapped so crudely out of the realm of the past. He seemed amuse then he repeated, slowly, as if she had trouble comprehending those five simple words, as if she were a three year old, "I. Want. A. Lap. Dance."
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…
EH?
A cough slid through her throat unintentionally. Obviously, the red head was not prepared for his words. A L-l-l-l-l-lap dance… Was this some sick joke? As her head tilted, frown noticeably deepening, her hair slid back to lie behind her shoulders and she muttered, mortified,
"You want me to dance in my lap? I-Is t-that e-even p-p-possible?"
The wind seemed to become quiet. The trees became delightfully calm and the ground seemed to shake in utter silence.
For a moment, all the orange head could do was to blink stupidly, truly at a loss for words then he laughed. "I should have known," Ichigo muttered beneath his breath.
"You're really as dum as they say."
"I-I'm not d-dum…" Orihime defended timidly, face shooting through a whole new variety of colors.
"And you're young." He scowled, "Too young."
Obviously she missed the true intention behind those words for she was scowling-a surprising feat, considering he had hardly ever seen it- and her nose seemed to flare slightly before she exclaimed in a rather pathetic defense, "So are you!" There was a soften look that transcended across his face before being quickly replace by a pleased smile.
"I suppose you're right, shinigami." The carrot top then frowned innocently, eyes lowering or at least lowering just enough to make him look incredibly appealing and yet so innocent looking all at the same time that poor Orihime, not quite use to being play with in such a manner felt her head beginning to whirl. She was reaching her limit with this playful entity in which for some reason she just couldn't comprehend.
She didn't understand why every time he was near her, something funny would occur within her body. She didn't understand why she felt such warmth, such…happiness. It was a feeling that made her feel good, that ignited every inch of her yet it was a feeling that she knew was wrong. She couldn't understand her body or her heart or her chest or that fuzzy weight. She didn't understand him. Why he kept annoying her but then she was reminded yet again at the fact that he was obviously very different to that of his kind.
Almost like a human.
Mentally, she scoffed at the thought.
Preposterous.
"Come for your clothes shinigami." One corner of his lips lifted. "You're a lady right? Being in front of me especially in such a state ain't very lady-like."
Her eyes bulged out of their frames as she ducked further into the water. Again, her face seemed to be viciously tormented with another intense hue of humiliated pink. "They're right besides you and I didn't choose to be voluntarily n-naked in front of you! You- you're a sick, perverted arrancar! Leave now!"
"…" The espada scowled.
"…"
"That's harsh shinigami considering that kiss we shared. You didn't seem to mind my sick, perverted arrancar tongue in your mouth."
"Y-you're horrible! Y-y-you forced yourself on me! Th-That-That was sexual harassment!"
"Yeah then wouldn't you have just slapped me or something. You like it, admit it." He grinned wickedly and all Orihime could do was to glare at him, cold eyes, tighten face as she struggled internally to not erupt in another spasm of mortification.
He was wrong! She didn't like it. She didn't! Absolutely didn't! His actions were bordering on the line of rape. He was a sexual offender! And she most certainly, did not enjoy it.
With another dark chuckle, Ichigo lazily plopped himself of off the rock then there he was taking a step forward as if he owned the place. As her heart made a run for it, Orihime found time becoming sickeningly slow. He was drawing closer with each step he took. Agonizingly slow, dangerously slow, predatorily slow, gracefully slow and Orihime without realizing it had somehow backed further away from him. For some reason her heart was beginning to beat ravenously. All her senses seemed alert, as if some impending wrath awaited her. And she was right.
No sooner had she awaken from her thoughts, no sooner were- What the! Her eyes were doing back flips, almost leaping right out of her.
Muscles, perfectly sculpted muscles glistened under the shed of the light and she gaped. She gaped or perhaps gawked. She almost cried out in horror at the sight that greeted her.
Her face once again reheated and she exclaimed in jittery, horrified terms, "W-why are you shedding your clothes!?"
Again, he frowned, appearing utterly innocent though he was far, far, far, far, far, far from it. "What's it look like? I'm gonna join you."
Realizing that the woman had backed further away from him, the espada smirked mischievously before sliding back the item on, over his arms and over his shoulders.
"Come here, shinigami." He motioned with a finger. "N-no!"
He scowled. "I'll join you if you don't come," he warned.
"Water…I'm not coming out of the…" she trailed off, steam emitting from her ears.
"I never asked you to," he muttered, dark eyes intensely shaded.
Biting lightly into the bottom of her lips, Orihime hesitantly moved forward, halting at the end of the lake where the water disappeared behind the cloak of the land. His shadow towered over her as she stood face to face with his feet and quickly she crossed her arms, head bowed, battling between the idea of staying and making a violent run for it.
If it were anyone else but him, she would have been out of here in no time, cutting the hollow down. However because it wasn't anyone else but him and it was indeed him, doing such an act would only result in a hastening death for her. She was reminded at the battle they had both engage in not too long ago. He was fast, just as fast as her. Cunning, powerful, and honestly it startle her that a single arrancar could possess so much power all at once and he hadn't even release yet. None of this was ever documented within the reports within Soul Society. None of it ever stated that an arrancar could reach such a level and she was left wondering if this man was perhaps that of another breed. How could someone like him be capable to make someone like her feel this way? His behavior was so strange, too playful and definitely too perverted! And she wondered, even if it was just briefly, if she did indeed make a run for it and was in fact actually caught without so much as a cloth on what would-
At the entry of the naughty thought, Orihime shook her head roughly, ushering the thoughts away as she sank deeper into the water until it lied right beneath her nose. With a trembling face, she hesitantly peeked up at him, hair glued lavishly onto porcelain skin and wind caressing her skin in a soft lullaby. For some reason she felt cold. So extremely cold. The shiver that erupted was proof enough. Something had changed within the atmosphere. She could feel it.
Then he was stooping down, interrupting her from her thoughts and giving her an uninterested look before outstretching a hand. Her eyes went wide in alert as she felt her entire face being lifted from the water only to be tilted harshly to the side and she could feel it, her heart beginning to quicken, beating ferociously against its cage.
Thump.
Thump.
Everything felt quiet.
Droplets of water glided motionlessly down from her chin, cascading down her neck and rejoining with the liquid as a whirlwind of electricity harshly clattered all over the flesh. With his index finger folded beneath her chin and thumb gripping hold of her jaw in a tight embrace, amber eyes wrinkled down to the crook of her neck before dragging back up to her face.
Their eyes connected and in response to the jolt she felt, Orihime-without rationalization- was suddenly thrusting her hand outwards, lips parting as the light of red bounced carelessly off of the arrancar's face.
"Red-"
Abruptly, the exclamation was cut off as the man tightened his grip around her face, nudging the skin beneath her chin upwards, sealing her lips close and cancelling out the spell entirely when his other hand-the left one wrapped firmly around her wrist. Again, her eyes went wide in shock. He had stopped her…
He had stopped her.
And she didn't like it. She wasn't too sure if she should be angry at herself for being so slow or angry at him for being so fast.
This arrancar… Her eyes dropped and he sighed, not entertained by the gesture before bringing their faces closer- mere centimeters apart and speculating her features with a hardened stare.
Narrowed against cold.
Amber against ashen.
Again, she was blushing furiously. They were close. Too close. She could feel his breath. Inhale his scent. He smelt…oddly good. And her chest was almost out of the water. Her blush deepened.
Then he smiled deviously and for a moment Orihime felt something went devastatingly wrong.
"I've decided."His breath latched lewdly onto her mouth. Slowly, he removed his hand from her wrist, unaware of the burning sensation he left before his gaze sharpened. "I'm going to imprison you," he declared calmly, intensely and she gaped at him.
"What?" Perhaps she had heard wrong.
"You're entertaining, and I get really bored in Hueco Mundo. You'll help to pass the time." Perhaps not.
"Soul society won't let you kidnap me. That's sick…"
"Yeah, well I'd like to see them stop me." He cocked a brow. "Sick? What's so sick about locking you in my room?" Then he grinned. "I see, the shinigami ain't as so innocent huh.
Her chest knotted, avoiding his gaze. "What's the purpose of locking me in a room?"
He looked thoughtful. "Though I hate shinigamis, I find you strangely attractive. I'd admire you every day," he joked. Then he allowed his thumb to trace the silky flesh of her jaw, sliding downwards, lightly touching her upper lip before caressing the bottom.
"Besides you'll make great entertainment."
Orihime glared at him. "I'm not going anywhere."
"I'll force you."
"…that's not funny…"
"It's a joke, shinigami. However, you're still going to become my personal toy."
"That's not funny either… I'm not…a toy."
He grinned. "Now's the time to learn then," he muttered lowly and with that he sealed the distance between their faces.
This time, his lips weren't as aggressive as before but she could still feel the rough specks of electricity that tickled across the pink flesh. His lips weren't cold nor did they reeked of death, they were just mesmerizingly enticing and once again she felt her brain entering into a state of malfunction, sputtering, stuttering and erupting into a hapless pool of dead weight. He was sucking her… That sounded wrong. His mouth, covering hers, were sucking her lips. Still, it sounded wrong. He was sucking her face-still wrong- like before and without her body's consent she found herself drawing closer, eliminating any possibility of space between their faces.
Something- a tone of pleasure threatened to erupt from her throat and Orihime found herself having to suppress the urge.
Everything within her had been literally lit on fire. She had never felt this way. She had never wanted something so badly. Her hold on his mouth fastened. Her fingers itched to thread itself into his orange locks of hair and when his tongue pushed through her, she found her own meeting with his, hesitantly and shyly. Even though she was unsure on how to react, she felt her body thinking for her, mimicking his movements until finally both were fighting for dominance over the other. Tongue against tongue. Flesh against flesh.
A large hand, the one not keeping hold of her face, slid through silky locks of auburn, grasping the back of her neck before beginning to trail. Fingers brushed against her throat, tipping downwards until they clasped her shoulder. His thumb reached out, caressing her collar bone before venturing lower and lower and Orihime, unconsciously felt her fingers reaching out, ready to tangle, pull, grasp and hold those familiar spikes of orange. However, the arrancar had other intentions for his hand caught hold of her whilst in mid air, momentarily intertwining with her fingers and giving it a light squeeze.
Then with one last suck, as if it took everything within him, Ichigo abruptly pulled back, surprising the woman in the process before smiling gingerly, slightly, as his eyes soaked her in; all of her.
Both were breathless but only one was left in an upheaval.
His eyes emanated pure raw, unconditional lust yet something more, something deeper as they stared intensely into surprise pools of ashen and gracelessly he brought her fingers to his face. Trailing it across his jaw until they landed against his lips, he kissed her fingers slowly, teasingly and then, admittedly a bit sluggishly he released her hand, smirk returning.
"And she said I was sick," he muttered lowly, standing before turning around and beginning to walk away, leaving Orihime to just sit there, blinking, lost and frowning at the fact that she was perhaps missing his warmth.
What just happened? She was confused… Yet she could feel his tongue in her, his mouth covering her and she flamed again, unsure of how she should feel, how she should react. She wasn't sure if she should reprimand herself and him or congratulate herself and him. After all she had never experience such feelings, such desires and his skin. Her head spun. It was confusing yet so frightening yet so eager.
"I saw your breasts shinigami." He paused, cocking his head and slowly Orihime's gaze darted downwards, eyes widening. "They look good," he finished just as she threw her entire body into the water, waves splashing viciously around her. With a soft chuckle, Ichigo made his way towards the rock again, back facing her clothing. His chin lowered, eyes laying hidden behind the thick strands of orange followed by a tense figure and undeniably dense breathing.
"Shinigami," he breathed. "I'm giving you one minute to get change before I pounce on you." She was startle. P-Pounce?
"1, 2, 3…" he counted.
"Ah! Wait! I'm not ready."
"7, 8, 9…"
Orihime swallowed nervously, clenching her fists tightly.
"12, 13…"
Was he serious?
"14, 15…"
He was playing with her.
"16, 17…"
He had to be.
"18, 19, 20…"
Yet he showed no intention to move. In fact he just stood there, arms crossed, back turned. Her eyes widened. He was serious! He really was serious and before she could question it anymore, she was flash stepping.
Her hands lunched out, grabbing hold of her underwear, sliding the item on before fumbling with her bra, struggling to get it clicked.
Her heart was thumping, beating ferociously. He didn't have to abide to those rules. He didn't have to care. And that's what scared her.
Pounce on her?! Wasn't that something an animal would do? Even so for some reason, maybe a small part of her wondered how that would feel but she quickly ushered the thought away. Orihime stop it. Stop thinking these weird things.
The spiky hared espada tipped his head back. "You're not done yet?"
A gasp of horror. "Turn around please…" Suddenly, she couldn't breathe. Not only was everything inside of her in an upheaval but her skin felt like it was literally on fire. This was embarrassing. How was she supposed to remain calm and strong in a situation like this? How could anyone even remain calm when presented in a situation like this!
"I saw your breasts already besides I wanna see you change from here." And she knew with the way his eyes lingered, roaming lazily all over her that he indeed had no intentions of turning around. Now, she had no intentions of continuing her change either.
Her face spike even more at the fact that he had seen the upper part of her body and she tightened her grip around her frame, unsure of how her hands had got there.
For a long second, Ichigo stared at the woman heatedly, heaviness beginning to weigh on the lids of his eyes and he sighed, before returning his attention, thoughts on a rampage.
Soon enough her shinigami uniform were on followed by her haori. When she grabbed hold of her zanpakuto, placing it at her side, she felt herself pausing, glancing down at the weapon then she inhaled sharply before sneaking a quick glance up at him.
The conflicting thoughts lasted for a few more seconds before almost automatically, her hand was reaching out, gripping the weapon.
Quickly, she brought the blade out, preparing to rest it at his throat. However, nothing happened. In fact her hand was still there, lingering securely around the handle of her zanpakuto. She blinked continuously, feeling something warm then hesitantly she glanced down. Through the whipping of her hair, she noticed how his much larger hand seemed to swallow her own, digits resting against her wrist, ending idly at her knuckles.
She blinked.
And she blinked again, realizing what had happened.
Her head jerked up, meeting with amber.
The leaves fluttered, whirling around the two as a massive amount of spiritual pressure begun to leak out, rushing into the surrounding environment. For a moment, his reiatsu rose so incredibly high that Orihime felt a tickle of sweat cascading down the side of her face and she glared, before her entire body became consume with the golden energy.
Similarly, the black reiatsu too reeked outwards, enveloping him in a tremendous force as both clashed.
Moments passed then suddenly the energy of the beings disintegrated and everything went quiet.
"That's sneaky shinigami."
Her lips parted, slightly startle, surprise and she murmured breathlessly, "My name isn't shinigami."
He watched her for a moment curious, before tightening his hand around hers, amused. Reaching out, slender digits grabbed hold of auburn hair, twirling the red locks in fascination. Then his eyes were dragging back up to her face, meeting with innocence.
"What's your name then, shinigam?."
She frowned, slightly surprise. Was the arrancar actually asking for her name? Strange… Not only were his words strange but her stomach and heart had begun to feel strange.
She contemplated a bit longer before deciding no harm could be done if he knew her name and she whispered, softly, mildly, "Inoue Orihime." His eyes widened slightly, staring at her longer, brows drawing at the familiarity of the name and before he could even process where he had heard it from, his mouth was suddenly opening, answering coolly, "Kurosaki Ichigo."
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Her heart roared. Then there was a sudden eerie notion of utter silence. Her eyes were wide, so wide that she swore they were about to pop.
And her heart, her poor, broken heart did back flips, viciously spiraling against the cage of her chest.
"Wh-what?"
Ahhh kiddies, I got carried away with this chap. I had a lot of naughty stuff but I took out a few cuz I remembered crap the ratings T, isn't it. You're taking a joke too far zodious-senpaiXD Then I told myself. Ichigo is too, sick, too boldXD I need to tone him down a bit. Then I remembered I have to save some for the future. Don't execute everything.
I took out a few descriptions too and stuff and blah blah blah. So I've left it up to your imagination, instead of me just pouring out everything. But I was so tempted to let ichigo joined Orihime in the water naked/. Grrrr, so tempted. T^T Don't worry I may include a scene like that some time in the future if perhaps the rating changesXD
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