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LEMON means Lemon Explicit

IchixRuki-

Sayuri Orange Lily

chapter 11 - Sayuri

"WHERE IS SHE!" Ichigo had Ryū by the collar, slamming him up against the wall. When he had run into the classroom, Ryū was sitting at his desk, talking to Kyoko and Toshi.

"What?" Ryū demanded holding Ichigo's wrist to keep from being choked. "What the fuck, Kurosaki?"

"WHERE. IS. TATSUKI!" Ichigo repeated, slamming Ryū to the wall with each word.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ryū choked out.

"Cut the crap, GRIMMJOW!"

Rukia and Orihime gasped as Ichigo said Grimmjow. Uryū shook his head and adjusted his glasses.

"WHERE IS SHE?" Ichigo slammed him hard against the wall once more. The sound of his head hitting the wall was audible.

"Ichigo!" Rukia shouted, trying to grab his arm. "Remember Yamamoto." she tried to finish in a whisper.

"I could give a fuck about that!" Ichigo wasn't taking his eyes off Ryū. "Where the fuck is she?"

"How the hell should I know? I haven't seen her since the start of lunch." He was smirking now. "What the fucks a grimmj-"

"STOP FUCKIN WITH ME!" he was slamming Ryū again.

"Let me go Kurosaki, if you don't want things to get real bad ... real fast." Ryū was glaring at the enraged Ichigo. Keigo walked into the classroom, saw the tense scene and walked back out.

"Ichigo stop," Rukia pleaded.

"Ichigo, you don't know for sure." Uryū chimed in.

"I do know." Ichigo said hoarsely.

"But what if you're wrong…" Ichigo looked in the cold blue eyes of Ryū. He knew deep down he wasn't wrong. Rukia was pleading with her eyes for him to stop, to think of what Yamamoto had ordered. Ichigo saw Soi Fon out the window over Ryu's shoulder.

"You're a coward." Ichigo said almost too calmly, releasing Ryū and stepping away from him.

"Excuse me?" Ryū said incredulously, with narrowed eyes.

"You're a coward. Attacking my friends, one by one. Hmph. If you have a problem, Grimmjow or not, then take it up with me, bitch!" Ichigo turned and left, leaving Ryū seething, his jaw clinched.

Rukia was walking quickly trying to keep up with Ichigo as he barreled down the hall.

"I don't care what any of you say, it's him! He's Grimmjow. The sooner you realize that the safer we'll all be."

"Ichigo, we need proof."

"Are we supposed to let him take all our friends before we do anything?" Rukia knew he had a point, but the Gotei 13 and stealth squad were around now and they would find out what was going on. She had to try to get through to Ichigo though, reason with him. If he was wrong and hurt a regular human, then the Gotei 13 wouldn't be lenient.

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Kisuke stopped behind the man in the brown trench coat. He was a tall man, slender, that walked stooping over, as if trying to hide from the world, hide from his past. His silver hair was shoulder length and disheveled.

"Bootlegging is so ugly."

Kouan stopped in his tracks. He looked cautiously over his shoulder. It was the man in the green and white hat. Where had he come from? Kouan thought, he had been so careful. He brushed his silver hair from his face.

He had let it grow out too long, he began to think absently, He was trying to think when he could go for a haircut.

"Who are you?" Kisuke continued "Where did you come from? How did you replicate my gigais?"

This must be the inventor, Kouan said to himself wishing they had met under different circumstances. He had so many things he wanted to talk to him about. Kouan still didn't turn around though.

"Can't you speak?" Kisuke was getting annoyed, slamming his shikomizue against the ground.

"I'm sure you've confused me with someone else, sir." Kouan said slowly trying to sound friendly, turning, his hands up and his face in a wide apologetic smile.

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The bell rang after lunch and Ochi sensei walked back into class, she shook her head in disbelief seeing half the class was beside herself, she couldn't stay at school. No one knew what was going on, where Tatsuki was or what had happened to her. Ichigo was furious when he had left after lunch and his confrontation with Ryū, Rukia of course had left right after him. Orihime had left as well as soon as class started, she kept looking at Tatsuki's chair. Uryū was walking with her, not wanting her to be alone. His arm was around her and they were walking slowly up the street to her apartment. Every few yards, Orihime would burst into a sobbing fit and he would stop and comfort her.

They had finally made it to Orihime's apartment. Uryū had unlocked the door to her apartment and was leading her inside. She had covered her face again, wiping away the tears.

"Uryū, I really appreciate you walking me home." Orihime sniffled holding on to his arm.

"You're welcome, Orihime." He looked around her place, going through all her rooms first to make sure it was safe, then he turned to go. He wasn't going to leave her. He would camp outside if he had to.

"Will you stay with me tonight? You can stay on the couch, if that's okay?" Orihime grabbed his hand again, hers was shaking slightly.

"That's no problem, Orihime." Uryū said blushing a bit, adjusting his the apartment building two figures moved through the trees.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxKisuke didn't buy what the stranger was saying. He was still standing like a stone in front of him with his hands raised and a creepy smile on his face. Benihime was unsheathed and out in front of him.

"Are you an Arrancar?" Kisuke continued. Kouan was sweating now at the tip of the strangers sword. "You're not human, I know that."

Kouan's mind was racing. "What makes you say that?"

"You smell like a friend of mine."

"Hmm."

"You smell like the shinigami whose fingers you stole. A friend of mine noticed it when that Ryū or is it Grimmjow, came to the store to see Rukia. Then she happened on you passing their apartment and you smelled the same."

"Who's this friend of yours?"

"Oh, you've seen her. She has the most beautiful golden eyes…"

That cat! Kouan smiled, in spite of himself, he knew there was something about it.

"How did you do it?"

Silence.

"It wasn't easy." Kouan started. He thought he had been quite clever, to figure it out then actually apply it for himself and the others. He was proud of his accomplishments under the circumstances. Their boss had been happy as well.

"The way you did it was amazing. You're amazing! Its unfortunate that we took 3 fingers. One would have sufficed. By the way, Is the boy okay?"

"He's fine. So you are an Arrancar. Are you an Espada?"

"No, only one of us is."

"So that is Grimmjow."

"Mmm. We, the other two and I, were created by Aizen as well but we didn't live up to his standards and were cast offs, ranking as some of the highest of the numeros. I just wanted to be out of there, away from Aizen, away from Hueco Mundo…" He stopped lost in thought.

"Allow me to introduce myself I was born Alanze Santana, but in this new life I've been given, you may call me, Kouan Hatsumei. "

Kisuke laughed at the last name, "Hatsumei. Hmm, invention, huh?"

"I thought it was clever."

Kisuke raised his eyebrow. This guy was goofy. Kouan went on to tell how he had taken out on deconstruction and reconstruction with the fingers from Hanataro. It was quite amazing. Kisuke found himself wishing they could have met under a different situation. He found out that they moved from their spirit forms to gigais, the twins with rings and Hatsumei had a charm on his Zanpakutou hilt seeing how he never left without it and Ryū or Grimmjow had an amulet around his neck. Kisuke realized that he had let the scientist take over instead of getting to the heart of the matter.

"Why are you here?" He waved Benihime at him.

"I only want to live in peace! I mean you no harm."

"And Grimmjow?" Kouan was looking at his watch every few minute getting more distracted.

"Well...He had a score to settle with the boy, Kurosaki."

"I see…Do you have somewhere you need to be? You keep looking at you watch."

"Actually I do… I'm sorry as well. I really enjoy speaking with you and I would love to continue this but until this is over, and the Sexta is appeased, l fear him more than you, my new friend. Nomu!" Kouan shouted, frazzled, pulling out his Zanpakutou at the same time.

Kisuke had manifested his blood mist shield. But no attack came at him.

"And what was that?"

"Maybe you're not that smart…" Kouan said sadly. "Don't you know what time it is?"

Kisuke stopped, his eyes narrowing. It couldn't be later then 3 or 4pm... then he realized it was jet black out. He had been so enthralled with their conversation he hadn't noticed, the darkness creeping up behind him. Darkness swarmed at Kisuke from all sides, engulfing him.

Kouan hadn't waited to see the full effect of his attack, taking the opportunity the surprise attack had given him to run for his life.

Kisuke was kicking himself for letting his scientific curiosity get the better of him. He was sitting crossed legged with Benihime next to him, the blood-mist shield erected still surrounded by a gray mist, if his shield hadn't been up then he may have been crushed by it. He as unable to move. No one could see or hear him as life outside the small sphere he was in, passed by unblinking at him.

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Orihime was making dinner for she and Uryū, before they met up with Ichigo. She had stooped crying now that they had a plan. Orihime wasn't apart of the Soul Society and Uryū went on about how he hated Shinigami, they knew Ichigo wouldn't rest no matter what, when his friends were in trouble. Ichigo was watching the stealth Corp. watching him and would see where they could get started.

Orihime felt someone behind her and turned to see Uryū.

"Oh Uryū, the foods almost done"

He smiled meekly, stepping closer to her without a word and kissing her. She slowly melted into his kiss still holding the bowls she was about to serve their dinner in.

"What was that, Orihime?" Uryū said walking into the kitchen. Orihime dropped the bowls she was holding as they crashed on the kitchen floor while pushing the first Uryū from her, gasping and covering her mouth. Seeing the two Uryū's staring at each other, then back at her.

"Get down, Orihime!" The Uryū from the living room said, manifesting his bow as the other Uryū lunged at her.

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When they had run out of school, the stealth squad had gone to detain Ichigo. Soi Fon had 'suggested' that Rukia stick to her normal duties, holding her back until her men were safely away with Ichigo.

Now, Rukia was running the streets frantically. Ichigo never made it home with his escorts. Rukia had found the members from the stealth squad knocked out. Once Soi Fon found out, there'd be no turning back. Rukia knew where Ichigo would head to next. Urahara's. So that's where she was headed.

Rukia stopped, shaken to her core, her heart skipping a beat as she felt the reiatsu of Orihime and Uryū surge, then disappear. Things were moving so fast, with no idea what was really going on. She was just about to pop her soul candy.

"Hey, Rukia." She stopped short seeing Ryū come around the corner.

"Hey." She didn't have time for this, especially if Ichigo was anywhere around.

"Where's Kurosaki?"

"That's who I'm looking for... Look Ryū I'm sorry about earlier...but..." Rukia almost stuttered, looking into his eyes, a flash from her dream came to her and she shuddered as the erotic feelings that had had her writhing and sweating, the night before, were washing over her. She pulled back, her face red. What was wrong with her?

"Anything wrong?" He smiled sensuously at her.

She swallowed nervously, stepping back at bit more. She looked back towards Orihime's apartment. She thought of just bolting, her friends were in trouble.

"No, but I better go." She went to move to the side of him and he grabbed her by the waist. "Ryū! Let me go!"

Rukia was struggling as he seemed to effortlessly hold her fast. Rukia looked up at him, he was grinning wickedly at her. Suddenly he leaned in to kiss her, his soft lips crushing hers. His tongue hot and wet, slithering out of his mouth to taste her lips again. His kiss set her mound on fire, she squirmed as her clit start throbbing, tingling, her juices beginning to flow, unwillingly. He didn't relent trying to force his tongue in her mouth. Rukia slapped him hard across the face, but he didn't let her go; just reeling back a moment, smirking.

"Hmph." He grabbed her hand and then the other, twisting them both behind her back pulling her in for a kiss again. Her body shuddered, his greedy determination wearing her down. They both could feel it, and he kissed her more deeply and passionately. Her head was spinning, how could this be happening?

Rukia was trying to scream, trying to get away.

Ryū squeezed Rukia to his tall, powerfully built, body. She could feel the heat coming off of him, causing her skin to get hotter. He wrapped her arms behind her back with one arm and with the other hand, lifted up her skirt and sunk his large hand into her panties groping her small firm ass as he kissed her more deeply, his tongue making it into her mouth. She mewled under the invasions, as his tongue probed her mouth, she was loosing her senses.

She was trying to struggle ferociously against him. His hands, his mouth, overtaking her, as she melted. He dipped his fingers between the crack of her rear end, and slid down to the waiting hot cream of her slit.

He grunted, smiling at the same time, while Rukia squealed in protest. Ryū's soft yet aggressive lips and tongue finally eased up for a moment, as Rukia caught her breath, her chest heaving. His hand was still in the back of her panties massaging her wet slit with his nimble fingers.

"Ryū! Let me go! Let me go, please!" She was literally kicking and screaming in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Rukia..." His deep growling voice was firm and sincere causing her to stop moving for a moment. He stared into her eyes, then kissed her deeply and urgently. "I really, really do like you...a lot."

"Ryū." Rukia moaned squirming in his arms. She was flushed, butterflies turning in her stomach at his confession. "Can't we talk about this later? Please. Please, let me go."

"I can't...its way too late for that now."

"…Why?"

"Because…," Ryū moaned in a deep sexy snarl in Rukia's ear, as she struggled yet again, futilely in his arms. She shuddered as he continued to work her slit with his fingers. "…Ichigo was right."

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to be continued..