"Dear Governor Axtell. I've heard that you will give two hundred dollars for my head. Perhaps we should meet and talk. I am at the Juarez village at the border. Send 3 men, and instruct them not to shoot, as I am unarmed. In short, Sir; I surrender. Your obedient servant William H. Bonney. PS: I changed my mind. Kiss my ass."
Young Guns – William H. Bonney, A.K.A Billy the Kid
Orihime fidgeted and brushed her nervous fingers down the pink satin dress she wore, and pushed her impressive breasts up; making sure the corset displayed them to their best advantage. The night air was cool and she felt gooseflesh pimple over her exposed skin, and she shivered, but it had less to do with the cold air and more to do with the butterflies beating in her stomach.
What the hell had she been thinking when she thought she could manage to break Uryuu out of jail? She was a whore not a gunfighter. She felt her insides clench. She just knew she was going to screw this up and then not only would Uryuu hang but she and Rangiku would be sharing a noose right next him.
Stop it, she commanded, this was your idea and darn if you aren't gonna just go and do it!
The voice in her head continued to rant on and she attempted to rally her flagging courage. Finally, and without really knowing how she got there, she found herself at the front door of the jail. Orihime paused, took a deep, steadying breath, and knocked on the door. Jess, the deputy on duty tonight, opened the door and immediately his sagging lips twisted into a shameless leer.
"Well, well what do we got here? You lost little girl?" Orihime's lips turned up into what she hoped was a coy smile and she held up the whiskey bottle.
"Rangiku thought, what with everyone else enjoyin' the festivities that you might like a little…company." His leer grew more lustful and his eyes turned glassy.
"Well darlin'," he drawled and opened the door wider, "come on in. I would never turn down the company of a pretty girl and a free drink. I'm sure we'll have a right good time."
Orihime swallowed and kept her smile firmly in place, ignoring the feeling skittering down her spin. It felt like snakes slithering over her soul. With one last deep breath she stepped inside, she only hoped the drug took affect before the deputy grew amorous.
Uryuu thought for sure Ichigo would have turned up by now to break him out of this hole, but it figured his idiot brother would cut it down to the wire. Dawn would be upon him before he knew it and he could see the shadow of the noose reflected by the moonlight on the cold stone walls of his cell. He was frowning and becoming even more thoroughly annoyed as the night wore on, and it just got worse when the deputy came in with his arm firmly wrapped around Orihime's waist. His eyes narrowed and the girl before him flushed.
"Now, Jess I told you. It's not nice to taunt the prisoners," she gushed with a fake, bright smile twisting her lips. The deputy leered down at her, a lustful grin twisting his lips.
"Now honey, I just want this shit stain to know what he is missing. After all he's gonna be a dead man by tomorrow. Might give him a thrill to watch me fuck you silly."
He roughly grabbed one of her full breasts and squeezed hard. Uryuu normally stoic façade snapped. He lunged and reached out the bars as the deputy laughed and danced away with her. He watched the bastard as he licked a path up Orihime's neck and growled low in his throat. She shuddered slightly, closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and kept her fake smile firmly in place.
"Nancy-boy doesn't seem to be enjoyin' the show, darling," he drawled and roughly squeezed her other breast. To say Uryuu wasn't enjoying the show was an understatement. He was livid and shaking.
"You need to let her go or I swear on my honor that I will fucking kill you."
Orihime shot him a frightened look and imperceptibly shook her head; she made a motion with her hands, drawing attention to the whiskey bottle dangling from her finger tips. He frowned, not understanding what she was trying to tell him. By the time the deputy looked up and met her eyes she had her fake smile firmly in place.
"Now Jess, maybe we should just go back into the office and finish this there. I promise to make you feel real nice."
He responded by moving his hand up her shoulder and roughly pulling her dress down, revealing the right half of her pink and black corset. He worked one of her breasts free, exposing the nipple of one large peak and bit down on her sensitive skin. She winced and bit her lip and Uryuu lunged again, his face turning puce with rage.
Jess pulled his lips away with a tiny pop and smirked knowingly at Uryuu.
"You stupid fuck, that's what you get for fallin' for a damn whore."
Uryuu glared, breathing heavy, and started pacing like a caged tiger.
"You are a dead man."
Jess smirked again, but suddenly his smile slipped and he staggered. Orihime pulled away from him and pulled her dress back over her naked breast. She was shaking. The deputy shook his head, trying to clear it and looked up, glaring at Orihime.
"You fucking cunt, what did you do to me?"
He stumbled toward her and she backed up against the bars. Jess snarled and reared his hand back to slap her; she closed her eyes and cried out, but the expected impact never came. Shaking, she slowly opened her eyes and looked up to see Uryuu's hand wrapped around the deputy's fist. He twisted and there was a sickening snap. Jess howled in pain, cradling his now broken wrist against his body.
"Bastard," Jess growled. Orihime felt her stomach drop. She closed her eyes, opened them, and met Uryuu's solemnly.
"You shouldn't have done that." He shrugged, unapologetically and she sighed. There was no way now that Aizen wouldn't know that she had helped Uryuu escape.
Jess was staring straight at her, his eyes full of accusation until suddenly he twitched once, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he hit the floor. Orihime wasted no time. She went back into the main office and grabbed the keys off the wall. She returned to find Uryuu watching her with an indecipherable expression on his face. Hands shaking, she found the right key and unlocked the cell.
"Sally is waiting just west of town with your horse. You need to hurry up and put Jess' clothes on and I'll sneak you back into Rangiku's so Mr. Kurosaki and Miss Kuchiki can get their horses from the stables. From there you and your brother and Miss Kuchiki can take the path through the canyon to where Sally is going to meet you. Hurry Uryuu, there isn't much time."
She bent down and started tugging the clothes from Jess' body, he didn't move and she looked up at him, the question apparent in her gaze.
"Ichigo is here?" He asked, apparently calm. She frowned and nodded. He said nothing else, but finally bent down to assist her in removing the deputies clothes. Once they had stripped him, Uryuu went to work on his own clothes. He had just shrugged off his jacket and started to remove his shirt when he realized the Orihime was still watching him, he froze and flushed red.
"Orihime, would you please retrieve my weapons from the office." She blinked at him uncomprehendingly and he smiled, rueful. "I'm changing and it's not proper."
She blinked again, not understanding and then suddenly the light of comprehension dawned. A strange look entered her eyes and she blushed.
"Yes, of course." She practically scurried from the room. Once in the office she looked around for his weapons and found his bow and his belt of throwing knives with the quiver of experimental arrows attached, she also grabbed his moccasins. She smiled and felt a giggle bubble in her throat. Only Uryuu would be concerned about changing clothes in front of her, even though she had seen countless men naked and done things that were not spoken of in polite company. Her smile turned warm.
The courtesy and respect he so effortlessly bestowed upon her was one of the many reasons she had decided to risk her neck, even if she was sure she would never understand why he treated her the way he did. Shaking off her thoughts she buried her confusing emotions down deep in her soul, gathered his weapons, and returned to him. He looked up when she entered, nodded in approval, and took his weapons from her.
She eyed him critically. Jess' clothes hung on his lean, muscular frame like a tent making him look like a kid playing dress up, but it would have to do. He had tightly rolled his own clothes into a tight ball and tied them with twine so he could carry them under his arm. He then quickly slung the tan leather belt that held his throwing knives and quiver around his neck and over his chest, and secured his custom made bow the same way.
Uryuu laced his fingers with Orihime's and pulled her towards the door, but not before he kicked Jess in the ribs…hard. She winced and he glowered at the unconscious man.
"Let's go."
They slipped out of the Sheriff's office into the night.
