Title: Dream of Me
Chapter 14: Awaken Me Sweetly
NAGANO
The shadows in the room lengthened, revealing two menacing cloaked figures standing over a sleeping figure.
"The world of the living is such a bore."
"I told you I could do this alone. You were the one who wanted to come along, Yammy."
"Whatever. Ulquiorra, is this the one?"
"Take a look, idiot. He's nothing but garbage. However, we are close, she was here. His soul has been bartered."
"So can I kill him?" Yammy enthusiastically asked, leering at the human in anticipation for some blood sport.
Eyeing the oblivious mortal, he briefly considered allowing Yammy to take out the mortal trash prematurely before his time. Ultimately, he decided that the delay might prove to be too crucial and hinder their endeavors.
"No, Yammy. The night is still early yet, and our prey is near."
Stepping back deeper into the shadows, the only sign left of their prior presence was a slight acrid smell of smoke.
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Secure in the knowledge that the intruders were not returning, the concealed watcher stepped out from the large shadow in the corner of the room. The wings along his back bristled in displeasure.
It appeared he wasn't the only one on the hunt.
RUKIA'S DREAMSCAPE
Darkness.
She couldn't breathe; the inky black void was suffocating.
And then something pierced the endless black space. A figure in the distance . . . .
Bad energy.
No amount of distance could out run the evil vibes that the figure emitted. Fear like she had never encountered swept through her.
Malice radiated from the figure's outline, from every blurred, indistinct feature. At first glance, it appeared humanoid, statuesquely perfect—but the image shifted the more she stared at it. Malevolence shaped its unclear grotesque features creating a monster unlike she had ever seen the likes of.
Suddenly, a wraithlike touch slid over her skin, hot and burning and absolutely unwelcome. The horrible touch dug into her being, scraping against the center of her existence. Something awful was slithering over her and through her. She tried to twist away from it, tried to cry out for help. But to no avail, escape and rescue were nigh impossible.
She couldn't breathe at all. Panic surged through her body even as the touch sucked away her energy, her essence, and her very core of being.
The babble of voices reverberating through her mind were like pin needles stabbing through every conscious thought.
Out of all those voices, one screaming voice stood out. It was definitely gleeful. Almost rabid. Starving and hungry.
That creeping, slithering cold gripped her again.
Stalking. Yes. It was stalking her and drawing ever closer and closer to her.
It was coming soon.
Rukia could barely breathe in the face of so much terror.
KARAKURA
"Thanks for the ride, Chad." Ichigo called out to Chad before shutting the car door.
It was already dark outside, and he was dead tired from trying to piece together all the evidence, ME autopsy reports, and calling in to the other local police districts with the same MO as the Karakura homicide.
He shuddered in memory at the chaos that ensued after bringing the bad tidings to Captain Kenpatchi. The captain was head of the SWAT and Gang control unit. His rage had his own officers trying to unsuccessfully tackle him down to the floor to limit the destruction that ensued. Nevertheless, the case had just become personal because of one their own was connected. Although, how Kenpatchi and Yachiru were related was a mystery. They didn't appear to be blood relatives.
Carrying the box of hot food up the stairs to the apartment, he was looking forward to seeing Rukia again, and hoped that nothing untoward had happened while she was staying there. However, the closer he got to his door; he began to feel an edgy dread. A dread that didn't subside; especially, when he opened his front door to see his apartment as pitch dark as a tomb.
Pulling out his police issue revolver and flipping its safety latch, he switched on the lights with his opposite hand. His calls out to Rukia were met with loud silence. Quickly scanning the living room, kitchen, and bathroom he saw no evidence of foul play.
Taking a deep breath, he stood to the side of his partially open bedroom door. Carefully nudging the door open further with his foot, he pointed his gun in a quick scan of the room. Seeing no visible danger, he promptly switched on the light, banishing all the ominous dark shadows cast in the room.
At finding an empty room, Ichigo's anxiety began to rise. Just as he was wondering if the entire last night and this morning was a stress induced waking dream, he heard a slight catch of pained breath from somewhere in the room. Pinpointing the source of the noise from the closet, he walked to the side of the closet and shoved the door open. Quickly pointing his gun at the unknown intruder, he froze in surprise.
"Rukia?" Ichigo called out softly to the unconscious Incubus.
For some unknown reason, Rukia was lying on top of the extra bedding inside his closet. However, the temperature in the closet felt like a freezer. Frost and icicles were formed all over her body, so that her body looked cocooned in partial ice.
Reacting instantly, Ichigo placed his gun back into its leather shoulder holster, and checked her pulse. Dread filled him until he caught a faint trace of a heartbeat stuttering unrhythmically. Quickly reaching inside the closet, he gently hauled her into his arms. Carrying her close to his chest, he walked to the bed and sat down on its side with her petite body cradled on his lap.
Rukia was like a block of ice. The shirt he had lent her, crackled with sheets of ice. Rapidly drawing the shirt over her head and off of her, he rubbed his hands up and down her arms and back, but that small bit of warm friction was met with little success. Her breathing was so shallow that he was afraid he was loosing her. His line of thought paused, when his eyes fell on the still open box of injections by the bed.
It couldn't hurt. There was not enough time to call his father or get her to a hospital. She was fading fast and he was beginning to panic.
Leaning over her, he grabbed another syringe and insulin bottle. Promptly withdrawing the chemical into the needle, he injected Rukia's arm. Remembering the convulsions the medicine had reduced her to the last time, he hurriedly placed her under the bed covers. Rapidly slipping his shoulder holser off, he continued unbuttoning his shirt. Then proceeded to unbuckle and unzip his slacks. Afterwards, he tugged his shirt off, kicked off his shoes, slacks and socks. Leaving just his boxers on, he crawled under the bed covers with her.
Ichigo was just in time before the convulsions started. He pinned Rukia's wrists down, and threw a leg over to pin her lower half as she started to uncontrollably twist and contort under him. He leaned as much as his body over her without crushing her so that she could share his body heat—ignoring the hard little nipples drilling holes in his chest. Now was not the time, he told his reawakened cock.
The mysterious substance must have worked on her once again because he could feel her begin to thaw subtlety, while thankfully her heart beat began its regular pacing. Riding out her convulsions with her unconsciously straining to get free of her imprisonment was an exercise in supreme control. With her constant shudders, struggling, and arching of her breasts and hips against his, his body was literally on fire with the impulse to just spread her legs open to feel how her inner muscles would spasm around his invading cock.
Luckily, this time her reaction did not last as long as the last one did, and soon the muscles in her petite body slackened without resistance. She collapsed back onto the bed with an audible sigh. Now that the danger of her hurting herself was over, he released her wrists and ran comforting hands along her arms and legs, trying to remove the last vestiges of the ice cold aura surrounding her limbs.
When he saw Rukia on the verge of waking up, he leaned over her unable to resist brushing her cool lips softly with his own. As she slowly returned to consciousness, her lips softened and melded with his. Swiping his tongue in between her lips and running over the grooves and ridges of her teeth, he patiently waited for permission to enter.
When her incredibly long eye lashes fluttered open and closed against his cheekbone, he felt her lips give way for his marauding tongue. Gently, he slid his tongue in to canvas every nook and cranny in her mouth, and then searched for her own wet appendage in soft caressing strokes. Tilting his head for better access, Ichigo slid his tongue in out and out of her mouth tenderly; mimicking what his lower body was yearning to carry out for real. It was like a slow facile fuck, as he lazily glided in and out.
God, how he loved kissing her. Her silky skin, her taste, and her texture was so incredibly toe-curling arousing. Kissing her was like an addictive aphrodisiac that he couldn't get enough of.
As he felt her body return fully back to its normal cool temperature, he pulled away after tugging on her lush lower lip with his teeth reluctant to withdraw completely. After releasing her lip, he swiped at it in sensual apology with this tongue.
Intensely possessive eyes watched her as her eyes dazedly opened as if she was just waking from a drug induced stupor.
"Are you alright, Rukia?" Ichigo questioned softly in concern.
When her eyes remained unfocused, he chuckled and tenderly brushed that stubborn bang down her face to the side with one index finger. He cupped her face with the same hand and gently caressed her lips and cheekbone with his thumb.
Rukia blinked in confusion around her, clearing out the last vestiges of desire from her mind. Remnants of her former dream vision tugged at her consciousness, but the dark energy had evaporated with the onslaught of Ichigo's kiss. A kiss. Who would have thought that a simple kiss would bring her back from the edge of despair and hopelessness?
Rukia's heartbeat eased back to normal as the room shifted into focus. Her senses were slowly but surely coming back from Ichigo's overpowering seductively drugging kisses. Unfortunately, as her reality shifted and cleared, she became aware of the insufferable mortal smirking down at her. He appeared so exalted over his seduction over her that a seed of annoyance grew within her at his overbearing confidence.
While she stared at those intense amber eyes, something glowing faintly from the corner of her eyes drew her attention. She gasped as she turned her head to gape fully at the glowing mark on Ichigo's forearm; anger unlike any she had ever experience before, rose to the fore. It was like a seething cauldron ready to bubble over.
Without warning and unable to temper her rising disgust and hatred, Rukia whacked him across the head with one open hand; all the while scrambling out from under him cursing a blue streak.
"I should have known. You're nothing, but a no good dirty rotten necromancing son of a bitch!"
A/N:
ME: Medical Examiner
M.O.: Abbreviation for "modus operandi," Latin for method of operation. Its a pattern of behavior, which is typical of how a particular offender commits a specific type of crime.
My chapter became too long so I ended up splitting it up in 3-4 chapters. Sorry to disappoint those of you waiting for the smut, if you want pure smut go read my "Photo Shoot" one-shot. I hope things are getting clearer as I start connecting events and characters. At this point, all events frame the groundwork for the coming conclusion, and everything revolves around one specific central character.
Please review and let me know what you thought of the latest chapter.
Next 2 Chapters: Ichigo's mark is explained . . . after he persuasively and erotically tortures it out of a recalcitrant Rukia. Dominating pervy Ichigo . . . . This will span 2 chapters because the torture kind of ran enjoyably longer than I originally planned, and all the dialogue made the chapter too lengthy. By the way, the upcoming erotic interlude is not the steamy smut I hinted at previously either, so that will be following directly after these next 2 chapters.
Thanks goes to everyone who has taken the time to review.
And if you're wondering, no, there were only very slight improvements with the injections. Surgery looks like a grim possibility. For the young out there, don't choose an office job career that requires a lot of computer usage. I'm hoping to end this story soon to take an extended break.