Chapter Twelve

Orihime closed her eyes more tightly as she felt the strong sunlight filter through her eyelids. Her eyesight was somehow more powerful, or something like that. It didn't make sense. Maybe it was because she had opened up her soul to her Shunshunrikka. That may well have been it, because she now could also smell so many things that she didn't used to be able to. She opened her eyes and instantly felt a blaze of sunlight in her face. She had slept all night, if not longer. But she suddenly felt lighter, as though she wasn't entirely flesh and bone. She shed the blankets that covered her and shrieked. She was wearing something completely different from what she was wearing before she passed out. She was wearing Shinigami clothes, and she appeared to have a sword sitting next to her on the table. It was a small sword, just a tanto with a six petal flower shaped tsuba. She could only guess what its name was.

"Watashi wa kyozetsu suru, Shunshunrikka!" she called, watching as the sword glowed and split into two steel framed fans. She apparently wasn't meant to be a fighter, but to be a healer. Secretly, Kisuke watched her with growing pride. She was amazing in her ability to discover her Zanpakutô's abilities.

"Santen Kesshun!" Orihime called, drawing the shape of a triangular shield and moving it around with one hand. Orihime was incredible. She was discovering all of her abilities on her own. She had deduced merely from what her first power was that her Zanpakutô's ability was more or less the same. From his hiding place, he watched her form a healing area with her fans as well. She decided not to do her Koten Zanshun because of the possibility that it would damage something.

Finally, after practicing with her Zanpakutô, she looked in the closet that was nearby for a bathrobe. If she was going to be in any way presentable, she would have to take a shower. Kisuke blushed at what he knew she was about to do. Untying her obi around her waist, she leaned over, dropping it to the floor, showing her rather large cleavage. She next removed her gi slowly and dropped it to the ground as well, all the time not realizing that Kisuke was there. Smiling, she started to unhook her bra, shaking her hair out of her face, revealing her large breasts. Kisuke could feel the blush spreading across his face and his body heat rising. He watched lustfully as Orihime removed her hakama, leaving her in nothing but her panties. Through the door, he could see her beautiful, tight ass. He could feel an all too familiar tightness in his pants as his cock hardened at the sight. Behind him, he didn't realize that Yoruichi was watching him, smirking.

"So bold today, Kisuke…" she said with a snicker. Kisuke turned around just as she dropped her panties, and by the time he looked back, she had already put the bathrobe on. Kisuke cursed and looked venomously at Yoruichi. He was annoyed that Yoruichi had distracted him. He turned around irately again seeing that Orihime was coming to the door. He snapped his fingers and straightened up, acting as though nothing was wrong and suppressing the blush on his face. Yoruichi just snickered, but didn't say anything as Orihime came out and smiled at Kisuke and Yoruichi, both of whom grinned back at her.

"Bathroom is upstairs and first door on the right." Yoruichi said calmly and with a slight smirk. Orihime didn't pick up on it, though, and smiled as she walked past. Urahara would have noticed the slight blush that came to her face as she did.

"Peeping on little girls, now, eh, Mr. Urahara?" Yoruichi asked with a wide smirk. Kisuke just grinned.

"Well, I just went in to check on how she was doing, and I saw her practicing with her new released Zanpakutô. And I thought, I wouldn't want to bother her while she was so focused. But then, suddenly, she started to get undressed, and I figured I shouldn't pass up a chance to watch the girl of my dreams getting naked, so I just kept watching while suppressing my reiatsu so that she wouldn't notice me!" Kisuke said, just a little too loudly, because mere moments later, he felt a hard thunk on the head.

"DAMN PERV!! I CAN'T BELIEVE… Actually, the sad thing is that I can believe it!" Rukia said coldly. "How dare you treat Inoue that way, though!? She trusts you! She's always admired you and you act like she's just a peep show for you!"

"You misunderstand Miss Kuchiki. I think I'm in love with Miss Inoue."

"Bullshit! You only ever loved yourself!" Rukia spat angrily

"He isn't lying, Rukia Kuchiki. Why can't you show a little faith in Kisuke?" Yoruichi asked diplomatically.

Meanwhile, up in the shower, Orihime was blushing heavily. She couldn't help but get the feeling that she had just stripped in front of Kisuke. The most embarrassing part, though, was that she wasn't embarrassed about having done it. She had always thought that she only had feelings for Ichigo, but recently, she had realized these strange emotions when she was around the blonde haired shop owner. It was unlike what she had felt for Ichigo. Ichigo was her first love, and that would always be special to her, but she didn't feel that same thrum in her heart when she was around Ichigo anymore, and she was starting to feel that same way around Kisuke, like he was becoming more to her than just a helpful person who occasionally said funny things. He was funny, smart, handsome… everything she could want in a man… and yet, that wasn't what she liked most about him. She liked his gentler side. Even though he never outwardly showed it, she could feel it resonating in his soul, dying to come out and show itself in everything he did. He pretended to be a slightly perverted and annoying shopkeeper and nothing more, but she could sense that he was just protecting himself from being hurt. He had obviously suffered a very painful event in the past, and that made him aloof and unwilling to become close to people. Maybe she couldn't change him on his own, but she could certainly try. She loved him, and that was the only reason she needed to try to get him to open up. She had to take a leaf out of Rukia's book. She had gotten Ichigo to open up his heart and his soul, and Orihime knew that she could do the same for Kisuke.

Stepping out of the shower, she smiled sadly and squeezed her hair back into the bathtub, getting all of the excess water out of it and then towel drying it. She then put on her bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom, releasing the steam that had accumulated in the air around her. She walked slowly down the stairs, pondering what she had learned about Kisuke, and wondering how to go about telling her how she felt about him. She couldn't just say outright that she loved him. That would be overly forward and kind of rude. Just as she was about to go into her room, Kisuke stopped her, pulling her into the room opposite them. She gasped as he sat her down on the bed and looked into her beautiful gray eyes.

"You're so beautiful, Miss Inoue… Words can't describe the feelings that I have for you, but I guess the best term to describe it would be… l-love." Kisuke said, blushing heavily. Orihime blushed and looked away nervously, touching her fingers together. She had never been so close to a man before, and while it felt kind of nice to have his body heat radiating into her own space and mixing with hers, it was kind of nerve wracking to have him looking so intensely at her.

"I-I love you, too… Mr…" she started. Kisuke put a finger up to her lips, though, smiling seductively at her, shaking his head.

"Call me Kisuke… at least when we're alone," he whispered with a grin, leaning in and kissing her softly on the lips, causing her to draw back slightly. Her first kiss. She had lived to feel it… to have it… to love it. She quickly leaned back in, though and kissed him back, holding him gently in her arms.

Beneath her relatively thin bathrobe, Kisuke could feel her breasts squeezing up against his body, causing him an erection to beat all others. He felt the heat in his face rising. The only way to solve the problem was… well… he knew what he had to do. He held her face and kissed her more passionately, pushing his tongue into her mouth and exploring every centimeter of it. She pushed her tongue into his mouth as well, and they began a short dance of tongues, each fiercely fighting for dominance, though Orihime knew that she wasn't a dominant person. That almost automatically meant that Kisuke would win… and he did. He soon pushed Orihime down further onto the bed, grabbing her wrist and holding it above her head while he ravaged her mouth with his tongue. Orihime moaned into his kiss, closing her eyes as he "took care of her". And he did an amazing job.

Kisuke slowly moved down to her neck, gently pulling her bathrobe's neck down her shoulder and laying butterfly kisses all down her neck and shoulders and on her collarbone. He smiled as Orihime twitched with pleasure under his ministrations. He continued to undress her, along with himself, taking off his long, black jacket along with pulling her robe wide open at the front, revealing her breasts to him. He gasped slightly, never having seen them up close as he set to working on them right away. He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it while flicking it occasionally with his tongue. He moved his other hand discreetly down to her pussy and touched her clit, causing her to jerk in pleasure. Orihime was truly a virgin. She had never even pleasured herself, so she was extremely sensitive. Plus, she had become more sensitive physically along with her transformation into a Shinigami. As he played with her pussy, she looked at him with a look that practically begged him to enter her. He decided not to just yet, though. He continued to play with her a bit more, causing her jerks of pleasure to increase with each brush over her clit.

Finally, Kisuke slowly slid one finger into her pussy, bringing it in and out at a painfully slow rate. Orihime pushed toward him, trying to get him to push in deeper, but Kisuke wanted her at her maximum pleasure when he took her for the first time ever. Still slowly, but speeding up just a tiny bit, he pushed a second finger into her, causing her to squirm in discomfort, but also in pleasure. She was amazed at how he was making her feel just by touching her. She had never known that anyone could do something so wonderful. She wanted more. Nay, she needed more.

"P-please, Kisuke!" she begged.

"Please what?" Kisuke asked innocently, as if he had no idea what she wanted. In reality, he just enjoyed hearing her beg for sex. It wasn't that he just wanted to use her. It was more that he wanted to get as much enjoyment out of this one time as possible so he could make it the best time he could for both of them. He loved her so much, and he wanted to do anything to please her… or pleasure, as the case may be.

"I-I need you… inside… me! N-now…" she panted. He grinned as he took off his own gi and removing his pants and boxers to reveal a huge cock, causing Orihime to gasp. She wasn't sure that Kisuke would even fit inside of her.

Kisuke grinned and nodded, sitting down behind Orihime and teasing her pussy with his cock, causing her to hiss in pleasure. She could feel the ecstasy building up inside of her. She needed to release soon. If he didn't start fucking her soon, she would release before he even entered her. He finally pushed in, slowly at first as he halted at the barrier, causing Orihime to squinch in slight pain as he pushed the limits of it two or three times before he broke past it completely, smirking at the shocked and pained look on her face.

"Don't worry, darling. Soon, you'll only know pleasure…" he whispered in her ear, nibbling on it, causing her to moan again. Finally, after she adjusted to his size, he started to move in and out slowly as he could to prolong the pleasure that she was feeling. She gasped, begging him to move faster. He was only too happy to oblige. Moving slightly faster, he shoved himself in and out of her pussy, moving faster and faster with each thrust, finally coming inside her. She cried out his name in ecstasy as he did and while she came as well. This had been the most intense pleasure she had ever felt. But Kisuke wasn't done.

"Do you trust me?" he asked. Orihime nodded.

"Get on your hands and knees. I want to show you something. It will hurt a little bit, but it will be amazing after that."

She obeyed him, and soon, she felt a clench of agony in her ass as he pushed into her quickly, moving back and forth immediately. At first, it hurt like hell, but then the pleasure that she felt at it was so intense that it was almost blinding.

"Ah! Ah!!!" She cried. "AH! KISUKE!! OH, FUCK!! OH FUCK!!" she screamed as he thrust hard into her ass, hitting her rectum each time, almost causing her to cum with every strike. She just barely managed to stay on her hands and knees as they both came again, her all over the bed and him in her ass. Crying out his name in ecstasy, she collapsed to the bed in pleasure and exhaustion, panting for breath.

"K-Kisuke… H-how did you d-do that? How did you make it feel so… incredible!?" she asked of him. Kisuke smiled and laid down beside her.

"Well, my dear. I used my reiatsu to hit the spots in your body that would induce the most pleasure. It's a relatively simple trick. If we learn how to do it in unison, then it will more than quadruple the experience for both of us."

Satisfied with that answer, Orihime just went to sleep next to Kisuke, dreaming about the man that she loved.