Disclaimer: Mature content. I do not own Bleach nor the cover pic.
Chapter 11: Out With the Old
" If your mind is disturbed, pray with your heart."
-Tite Kubo
Ichigo's heart was about to explode as he tried to breathe for air, but failed miserably as if his lungs were not cooperating with him. The rain made him blind as the small droplets were pounding his body in thick masses. A mixture of tears and rain cascaded down his face as he slowly trudged to his apartment, his mind in a hazy daze at the events that transpired moments before. Bringing up a deathly cold hand he loosen his blue tie around his neck and unbuttoned the few buttons near his neck as he felt he was suffocating. He couldn't breathe. Is he going to die? He could hardly feel his feet dragging through the rain puddles on the sidewalk as they were numb. He was numb.
As he crept closer in the night to his apartment he stopped as he looked up into the unusual darkened sky and closed his eyes as he allowed the rain to kiss his weary face. He grabbed at his dress shirt near the chest with both hands and let out a sob that was beating its way out of his throat. Falling to his knees on the wet ground he relinquished all of his hurt emotions. He raised his hands to his head allowing the fingers to grip at the orange mane and let out another broken sob. Ichigo leaned forward and fell onto his elbows as new warm tears mixed with the cold rain. Another sob was relieved, a mixture of a dying choke and a groan. A sound he never knew he was capable of making. He never cried, never cried for anything or anyone. He didn't know how much it hurts to cry.
He stayed in a curled position of his knees and elbows not giving a damn for the random strangers passing him by while gawking at the strange handsome man crying on the ground in the cold rain. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he finally sat back up on his heels and stared through the dark sidewalk, feeling defeated, feeling as if he had failed, feeling…guilty... His dress shirt was transparent as it clung to his body, he wanted to rip it off of him as if it was the culprit that was making it hard for him to breathe. He clenched his hands into an open and closed fist trying to bring back warmth into them, but he couldn't even tell if he was even moving them. Fuck, he is going to be sick but he didn't care. Maybe it will be better to end his misery and the feeling. He didn't care if he died.
Blinking a few more drops of tears, a shadow appeared over him blocking out the street light, as if a darker cloud was looming over him. His eyes glanced up and saw something dark but had a hint of pink over him stopping the rain from beating on him. He felt a small fingers trying to grip at his clenched fist and tried to pry his fingers open from the nails piercing his palm. The handle of an umbrella was placed in his hand, it was warm as it was being held for a long time. Yes, he could feel the warmness in his hand. Using the handle he tilted the umbrella to see who had given it to him but saw a slim small woman dash away with a jacket covering the top of her head. He mouthed a silent thank you until he could no longer see the woman and slowly tried to stand from being crouched on the ground for so long. His knees were sore from the pressure that was applied from the dead weight so once he was standing he stretched them out as best as he could.
Reaching into his pocket he grabbed his keys to unlock the front door and walked into his apartment building heading towards the elevator. As he walked into the elevator he leaned against the wall and looked down at the umbrella he was about to closed. The umbrella was a dark pink but on one of the panels he noticed as weird bunny thing. Ichigo completely closed the big umbrella and seal it completely shut with the button. What a kind gesture. His body and soul was still numb, cold as ever as his eyes were still glazed not noticing the elevator doors were opened at his floor.
Trying his best to move his cold legs, he walked towards his door and quietly turned the handle knowing Orihime was feeling ill that night. He saw the light on in his bedroom and felt relieved she was up since he needed that comfort. He needed warmth he cannot feel. He needed someone to just hold him. He just needed her. Opening the door he froze when he saw Orihime half-naked taking a line of a white powder off of one of her text books. Orihime rubbed her nose and stopped until she widened her eyes at Ichigo's appearance. The feeling of that line didn't make her body feel good as she gazed at him soaking wet. Her eyes drifted to the ground and noticed the small puddles he was creating nonchalantly on their wooden floors before her eyes drifted back up towards his stern cold eyes.
"K-Kurosaki, w-what are you doing here? I thought you had your ceremony, I-" Her face was flushed red as she was caught doing a drug he had never known about. Have never known she was so addicted. Have never known she was fucking her dealer just to even get a small hit of her. Her dealer… her eyes widen in fear as she remembered her dealer…
"Ah, Kurosaki…"
Ichigo froze from that voice. He knew that voice. His already broken heart was now completely shattered as he noted the betrayal. He slowly turned around and saw his mentor casually coming from the bathroom buttoning up his shirt. He raised a warm hand and ran it through his hair as he flashed a smile at Ichigo.
"K-Kurosaki, I can explain I-"
Ichigo held up a hand to silence her as he grabbed Aizen from the collar and punched him on the side of his jaw. Aizen stumbled back and raised his hand to his lips noticing blood on his fingers. Ichigo continued to glower as he narrowed his eyes at the smirk that appeared on the rather calm face of his mentor.
"Well Kurosaki, I was going to show up at your ceremony now since I just fucked your girlfriend," He laughed nonchalantly as Ichigo body filled with rage and went towards him once more to only be stopped from Orihime tugging on his soaked dress shirt.
"Kurosaki! Stop! I am sorry!" She started to cry as Ichigo looked down at her in disgust. Her eyes were bloodshot and her nose has a small amount of white substance on the hairs that she missed wiping away.
"Get the fuck off of me Inoue!" He yelled pushing her to the side as he grabbed onto Aizen once more.
…
"What the fuck are you doing here Aizen?"
"Kurosaki, I am sad that you are still greeting me this way. Aren't you over our past yet? Surely you must not still be harboring feelings for Ms. Inoue as this has been years ago?"
The leer on Aizen face was enough to get Ichigo's blood to boil. He hated that smug look on that man's face. He hated every ounce of that man. Ichigo worked so hard to make sure Aizen is no longer on top. No longer the most successful man in the fashion industry.
And he had succeeded.
He knew that Aizen has hated him as much as Ichgio loathed him. The satisfaction Ichigo gets now is the feeling of Aizen being jealous of him. Being jealous that everyone talks about him but the ultimate satisfaction was that Aizen was the one who helped created him.
"Are you here to see old man Yamamoto? I see he doesn't even bother picking up your phone calls anymore since he doesn't feel you are worthy of his precious time," Ichigo casually said returning the grin to the fallen face. Bingo, he hit a sore spot. "If you allow me, I still have to greet the old man. He must think it is rather rude of me that I have not said hello to him. You know how it is when you are fucking the best at what you do. Wait- you do know… at one point before I came along." The sore spot is now an open wound from the hits.
"It won't be long until I get what is rightfully mine Kurosaki," His tone was dripping with hate as his eyes narrowed at the ambers. "Who would of thought, by fucking your girlfriend you would use your winnings to start your own magazine company."
Ichigo grinned at the thought Aizen had stated out loud, "I actually will like to thank you for that. If you hadn't fucking Inoue, I wouldn't have so much motivation to beat your ass down." Honestly it was true. If Ichigo wouldn't have known what was going on he wouldn't be where he was at without the motivation. That day… that day was the worst day of his life. Due to that day, he was able to overcome the guilt and possibilities, he wouldn't be in the slumps as long as he would like to. Ichigo has done all of this without picking up his camera and in a way, he feels guilty to even picking up a camera now.
"This new model of yours… she seems quite different and judging how you two were along in the garden. You must have feelings for her Kurosaki?" The glint in his eyes was dangerous as Ichigo suppressed and masked his emotions regarding Rukia.
"She is an idea you have not thought of, I don't have time fucking around Aizen so please see yourself out as you were not invited in the first place," Ichigo kept cool and collected as he brushed passed his mentor and headed up the stone stairs.
"She looks delicious Kurosaki," Aizen said rather seductively as Ichigo froze on the steps.
Ichigo thought of a retort but he clenched his fists in his pants pocket and proceeded up the stairs but stopped as he knew he couldn't let it go.
"Don't think I will let you do anything to anyone. You almost killed someone who I used to love and I will never forgive you for that. I will make you fucking pay if you do it once more."
Ichigo finished his threat and went back into the ball room. Tessai shifted uncomfortably as Ichigo approached him, both facing north side by side.
"I know how Aizen is and I know you had no choice but make sure the fucker leaves." Ichigo didn't say another word as he searched the crowd until he spotted his beautiful model. Rukia smiled at the creator of fashion as she fiddled with the glass of champagne in her hand. Uryu was doing most of the talking as the old man was focused on him but casually brushed Rukia's arm during the conversation. Rukia smiled but felt uncomfortable. This was Ichigo's cue.
"I see you have met my newest model Mr. Yamamoto. I apologize for not introducing her long ago."
Rukia glanced over at Ichigo was strutting over to them and a wave of relief washed over her. She was fine with the conversation the three of them were having but she was more nervous about that mysterious man that appeared before them. The look Ichigo was giving the man was a look she has not seen before. A look as if he was ready to kill if the man had said anything about him.
"Tessai, who is that man that is out there with Ichigo?" Rukia asked the body guard as she glanced back over at the door he was supposed to guard.
Tessai looked down at her, "He is Kurosaki's mentor."
Why would Ichigo look as if he wanted to kill his mentor? Rukia glanced up at Ichigo as his eyes were focused on the old man as they exchange a few words before the old man retreated to talk to the fashion couple, Urahara and Yoruichi. Ichigo must have known she was gazing at him with a bit of worry as he gently put his hand on her lower back in a comforting matter. Only for a moment and retreated his hand back to his champagne glass in his other hand.
Only for a moment
Only for a moment her mind drifted from any worries she had.
Only for a moment her heart was beating steadily but skipped a beat when his hand was on her.
Only for a moment the blush on her cheeks were a bit more prominent.
What is this feeling? Her mind was in a haze as she couldn't figure out if the feelings she was having for her boss was lust or something more. The way he kisses her sends electric shrills throughout even inch of her body. She didn't have time to figure out until she smelled that familiar cologne. Shit.
"Rukia."
Her eyes flashed to Ichigo as he motioned a hand towards the red head. Shit.
"This is Abarai Renji, he is one of the models of Soul Society as you probably recall in the photographs you seen on my desk or even in the magazines."
Uryu lifted his glass of champagne to his thin lips as he watch the exchange between the two former lovers. This was intriguing him as he couldn't help but feel nervous for the small girl yet he smiled seeing she was damn good at masking any of her emotions.
"Nice to meet you," Renji held out a hand to her as he waited for her to take his hand. She stared at it for a moment until Ichigo chimed in from the impatience that was building.
"Don't be fucking rude and take his hand."
Rukia slowly brought her hand up and laid it into that familiar hand for a shake but was surprised when Renji brought her hand up to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on the smooth skin, grazing his lips across her knuckles.
"You are absolutely beautiful Ms. Kuchiki," Renji gazed into her eyes as Rukia swiftly took her hand out of his grasp. How could a simple kiss on her hand make her heart beat like mad.
Rukia glanced nervously at Uryu then at Ichigo before she gazed back at Renji.
Ichigo leaned forward and whispered into the red head's ear which Rukia couldn't hear.
"Don't think about getting her into your fucking bed, she is a new model of ours so I will be keeping a close eye on her."
Renji eyes narrowed as he listened to his boss before he turned back to Rukia.
"It was nice meeting you-" His eyes slightly enlarge as he watch Tatsuki and Orihime approach them. He stole a glance at Rukia who was gripping her glass relatively hard as she eyed the woman he had cheated on her with.
"Who is this new model you kept hush hush about Kurosaki?" Tatsuki said with a hint of irritation. She turned to Rukia and held out her hand lazily. "I am sure you heard of me so I don't really need to introduce myself or Orihime." Tatsuki tilted her head towards the busty beauty. Ichigo grimaced as he stare at the two woman.
"What is with you guys and the disrespect?" Ichigo grabbed the bridge of his nose while Uryu took another sip.
"I agree, I don't recall us teaching you how to be disrespectful in our company and I advise you to end it," Uryu finally spoke sternly as he sensed the irritation ballooning in the two girls. His eyes drift to Renji, preparing himself to handle any altercation.
Tatsuki smirk as she retrieved her hand back to her champagne glass, "I was just being courteous and introducing myself." Her eyes gaze around at the big picture frames, "The photos seem amateurish." A hint of jealousy was heard.
"How is it amateurish when I was the one who took the photos?" Ichigo growled as he was now annoyed.
Orihime gasp, "Kurosaki…you took these? But-" You promised me I would be the first model and only model to be photographed by you. She immediately turned and glared at Rukia which Ichigo caught, a tear forming in her eye. Before she could open her mouth Ichigo grabbed Orihime by her arm and led her away. Rukia was caught by surprised when Ichigo grabbed Orihime and left them. Left her alone with the others.
Tatsuki was surprised once she heard Ichigo has taken the photos. Her eyes glanced back up at the pictures and eyes them as she knew the pictures were the best ones she has ever seen. Her blood was slowly boiling as she started to become jealous. Renji kept his eyes on her as he noticed they stopped at the picture of the one where Rukia was gripping the ring and her purple sweater.
"Wait… that photo," Her mind was racing as she tried to pin point the significance of the photo. The hair…the sweater… Her mind replayed the scene where she was in Renji's bed as the door flung open from his lunatic girlfriend. The clothes… Tatsuki turned her eyes to the photo where the model's face was in a rage. The anger.
Renji knew she figured who the model is. As Tatsuki eyes narrowed in anger she turned and pointed a shaking finger at Rukia. Before she could open her mouth to reveal the model, it was sealed shut when Renji forced his lips upon hers. He was kissing her.
Rukia let out a small gasp as she brought her hand to her now dry mouth watching the exchange of her ex that she loved so much kissing the woman she despised. Uryu dropped off his champagne glass with the waiter and grabbed Rukia by her hand, leading her away from the scene.
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"Why were you going to cause a scene Inoue?" Ichigo was getting weary as he watched his ex-girlfriend drumming her acrylics over the gold table that they shared alone.
"I can't believe you took those photos Kurosaki!" Orihime expressed her anger as she pointed at the photos. "You said I would be the first one you will take photos of!"
Ichigo stared in disbelief, "You seriously think I will keep a promise like that to you still Inoue?" His eyes searched within her not believing she would be that stupid. Stupid into thinking he would go back to her after all this time. After all the drama.
"Kurosaki," Her voice winced with hurt. "I thought you will forgive me by now… I mean we work together-"
"Inoue," He grabbed the bridge of his nose with irritation. "I fucking brought you in because…"
Ichigo got out of Uryu's car as quickly as he could and entered through the hospital front doors, his heart was beating from the not knowing as he ran to the front desk.
"Inoue Orihime, please tell me which room she is residing in," Ichigo brushed back his hair as he waited for the receptionist to respond to him as her nails were clicking on her keyboard.
"She just been transferred to our recovery wing," She wrote down the room number on the piece of paper and smiled at the handsome man before he thanked her and took off.
How long has it been since he had seen her? Since the night, he moved out of their apartment into Uryu's. He didn't want anything more to do with her and worked hard on building his company from scratch with the help of his longtime friend. Countless nights he would be up and researched anything that has to do with starting a fashion magazine. He didn't have time for anything at all, and thanks to Uryu's business demeanor he was able to understand what it will be like to own his own company.
Uryu has always been there for him especially after the worst day of his life. He wasn't happy, he wasn't a happy person to be around, he wasn't nice but Uryu stuck around and helped him succeed no matter the shit he had out Uryu through.
Ichigo glanced at his phone in his hand as he waited in the elevator. The hospital has called him since he was the only contact they could find to call in her phone that made sense. Apparently in her phone, she still listed him her love.
He walked through the quiet halls as he approached her door. Without knocking he entered the room and looked at the frail woman lying on the hospital bed. Who was she? Ichigo couldn't help but noticed how much weight she had lost since the last time he had seen her over a year ago. Her eyes were closed as her chest was slowly raising and lowering from the gentle breaths. Her arms had tubes and needles inserted as he was sure it was due to being malnourished. Her face was sunken with the beauty lost, no longer to be found.
"What happened to you Inoue?" He was hurting even though he no longer loved her. He still cared for her.
"She was found over dosed on drugs."
Ichigo didn't notice the doctor had entered the room, he was checking the vital signs as he made memos on his white clipboard.
"Overdose?" She couldn't be possibly that addicted to cocaine…
"She apparently was doing meth as you can see with her weight loss and the scabs all over her arms."
Ichigo glanced down and noticed the scabs. It looked as if Orihime was digging into her skins searching for something. He turned away in disgust as he couldn't take the awful sight of his old lover.
"How did you find her?" Ichigo tired eyes looked at the doctor.
"Someone called and told the police where to find her but it was unknown. I don't have much information but we will have to wait until she wakes up to find answers. She is lucky to be alive with the drugs she has been taking."
"You know the reason why I brought you in Inoue. I am helping you get your feet back on the ground after what you went through despite what we had. I can't give you what you want," Ichigo calmly said as he stared at the water brimmed eye.
"I am so thankful for that Kurosaki. I owe you my life…literally. So please let me take care of you for the rest of your life-"
"Inoue, both you and I know you are happy because you got what you wanted. You are a fucking famous model as you always wanted to be. I know that is the reason why you fucked Aizen in the first place because he was powerful until the bastard run you down with drugs. You never even debut as he promised you instead you ended up on your deathbed because of the fucking bastard."
"B-but now I see that is not what I truly want… I need you-"
"Inoue, cut the shit. I don't have any feelings for you. I did this for you as a favor to get you clean and back on track," Ichigo jaw tightened. That was the reason he hates favor. He hates giving something to someone if they don't deserve it, if they don't have to work hard for it. Orihime, she didn't have to work hard for it.
"Kurosaki," Her voice was small. It was begging. The tears start to fall as Ichigo walked away again from her.
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Tatsuki was surprised when Renji had kissed her. She closed her eyes and grabbed him suit jacket and brought him closer. Renji eyes were opened the entire time as he watched Uryu drag Rukia away. His heart was aching, and hurting even more as the kiss prolonged. Once they were out of view he raised his lips away from hers. He gazed down at her warm cheeks as he knew she was flustered from the unexpected kiss. For him, he was disgusted. He hated what he had done in front of his love, but what other choice did he have?
"Renji-"
"Arisawa, don't get any ideas…" Renji threatened as he rubbed his face with his hands. He knew he had really fucked up any chance he has on getting his ex-girlfriend back.
"Renji, how could you not tell me your ex-girlfriend is the new model!" She whispered harshly as Renji dragged her away to a more private area in the ballroom.
"I didn't find out until she walked in the fucking doors," He eyed the crowd in search for her. He needed to let her know why he had done such an unforgivable act.
Tatsuki watched his eyes, "If you don't want anyone to find out then go on a date with me. Better yet, be my boyfriend." She grinned as his eyes widened at the proposal. Honestly, she wanted the small bitch to suffer a little bit more before she is revealed. Wanting the small bitch to pay for the small scar she had on her face from her expensive shoe. She wanted to toy with her and what better way to do that with no other than her old flame.
"Are you serious right now?" He knew she had him but if there is any chance of him getting out of it, he would take it.
"If Kurosaki finds out about her then everything will go downhill for her and for you as well. He hates favors and he will know you brought her in on purpose. Seeing the way she looked, it seems she wanted this. Too bad it can be ruined by one simple sentence."
Fuck. She had him.
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"Are you okay Rukia?" Uryu grabbed his handkerchief and held it out to the small girl. Her hand floated in midair as she hesitantly took the blue silk and dabbed her eyes.
"Yes Ishida, I am so overwhelmed meeting so many people that's all," She knew this was not the answer to his question or even what his question was pertaining to. Her eyes gave away the hurt as she quickly closed them knowing Uryu was gazing at her. This was tough for her and she knew it would happen sooner or later. The affair between Renji and Tatsuki has becoming more of a nightmare to here, and she wanted it to end. Just a day prior, the love of her life was asking for her hand in marriage, or to even have a home together. Something wasn't right. Renji wouldn't have done that… right?
"Listen Rukia, I know this is very overwhelming to you and you are handling to the best of your capabilities which I applaud you for. I am very proud of how far you have come as well as for Kurosaki. He did this all for you Rukia so please don't let anything or anyone hinder your thoughts. You are stronger because of the path you are walking," He stopped to let his words etch into her skin. "The path is not easy as you have acknowledged but trust me when I say you are not alone."
Alone.
Or course she wasn't alone. She had Ichigo and Uryu to thank for that as well as Rangiku and Momo. Maybe letting Renji completely go will help her further her career as a model and hopefully one day she can become the writer she always dreamed of. Her eyes shifted up to Uryu and sparkled with a smile. It will be a hard path, yes but at least she wasn't alone.
"There you are, sorry about that but I am glad you are with one person I can trust," Ichigo said as he walked up to the both of them. He handed her a glass of champagne as he clinked the glass together and took a sip. Uryu smiled at him but noticed something was off with Ichigo.
"Yes, I am very glad I have Ishida while you are away…" Rukia said quietly as she sipped her champagne. "We haven't really talked since the man appeared in the gardens…" She wasn't supposed to say that. She was speaking her mind recklessly. Watching the shade of amber darkened once more was enough to make her be thankful that Rangiku and Momo had finally found her.
"Rukia! We were looking everywhere for you once you came down the stairs. You looked like a princess walking into the ball to meet your knight-" Momo quiet as she saw the look on Ichigo's face. Her cheeks were red as Rangiku took the champagne glass away from her and set it on the table.
"If you excuse us Kurosaki, but there is a famous editor that Ms. Kuchiki must meet, right Momo?" The blonde beauty winked at the blushing girl.
The three of them disappeared into the crowd as Ichigo and Uryu watched in confusion.
"Who is this man?" Uryu asked quietly as he sipped on his drink. He saw the jawline tightened and his brows furrowed at Uryu's question. Uryu already knew as he watched him down the rest of the drink.
"Is it something I need to be weary of? Especially with Rukia?" Uryu asked as he crossed his arms and stared forward. The air was tense and he did not like it. He was usually in control of everything and he did not like not being in control. Especially when it comes to someone he cared about.
"Yes," Ichigo finally said as he watched Rukia talking to a white hair man. Momo was blushing as she was hanging on to the arm of the white hair man. "We need to keep an eye on Aizen."
To be continued…
Hi Bleachers.
I am busy. Too busy. Writing 3 stories is hard.
I wanted to finished the debut so that is why I picked to update this one.
Thanks for your love and patience.
Those of you who guest Orihime and Aizen, well done haha.
Next- Byakuya
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