Author's note: This drabble is actually another contest entry, this time inspired by the song "Breath" by Breaking Benjamin. I also have to admit I was inspired by Rairakku Hana's amazing fic "Inviting Darkness". So, thank you for that! :D I'd like to point out that I am in no way copying her work – there's no way I could ever imitate her style or knack for describing surroundings, feelings, sensations, etc. I was merely inspired by her awesome work. Make sure you check her out!
Disclaimer: Bleach and all characters, settings, etc. are owned by the amazing Tite Kubo. All rights reserved.
Drabble XIV: Breath
The scrape of shoes against pavement. The rustle of fabric. Labored breathing.
These were the sounds that surrounded Orihime as she dashed down the desolate street. Her ashen eyes darted around her surroundings, frantically searching for a place to hide. Blood pulsed in her ears, drowning out everything around her as her heart slammed painfully into her chest. Her auburn hair stuck to her forehead, matted down with sweat. Rounding a corner, she pushed herself to run faster. Her lungs ached as she pulled in a ragged breath and her legs screamed in agony, but still she ran.
Slowing her steps, she spared a glance behind her, hoping against hope that she had lost her pursuer. Clutching the stitch in her side, she stumbled over a cardboard box but quickly regained her balance. Swallowing against the dryness of her throat, she listened intently, trying to hear past her own pounding heartbeat. Her eyes widened in horror as she heard the footsteps of her pursuer.
Pushing her already aching body, she rounded another corner. She winced as her elbow scraped against the brick wall, but she ignored the pain. Stumbling to a halt, her eyes widened and she felt as if what little air she had in her lungs had been knocked out of her.
"No…" she whispered hoarsely.
It was a dead end.
Glancing around, she searched frantically for an alternative route, but found none. She felt her panic rise when she realized she was trapped. Hearing the scrape of canvas shoes against the pavement, she spun around to face her attacker. Backing up, she felt her back brush against the rough exterior of the brick wall and it dawned on her that there really was no way out this time.
"Well hello, Princess," murmured the man as he slowly advanced on her. His steps were slow and calculated, his eyes glittering in the darkness. With each step, Orihime's panic rose.
"Wh-what do you want with me?" she asked shakily, her body trembling.
He didn't answer. Instead, he closed the distance between them and roughly grabbed her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his. She shivered at the golden irises and the lust that shone in their depths. He slowly ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes roving over her trembling body.
"God, you look good enough to eat," he purred.
Releasing his grip on her chin, he ran his fingertips down the side of her neck. He grinned when he paused on her jugular, her pulse fluttering rapidly against his fingers. Orihime screwed her eyes shut as his hand trailed over her collarbone. Biting her lower lip, she felt tears burning at the corner of her eyes, but she refused to cry. She wouldn't let him see her lose the last shred of sanity she had left. Cracking an eye open, she glanced up at him and froze at the grin he sported. His teeth glinted in the sparse moonlight and she swore that his canines seemed longer than normal.
Fingering the fabric of her blouse for a moment, he reveled in the look of sheer panic in her eyes. Yanking his hand down, he ripped apart her blouse, buttons flying everywhere. He could hear the small intake of air filling her lungs and his eyes narrowed. Clamping his mouth over hers, he swallowed her panicked cries, a feral moan sounding in the back of his throat. Pulling away, he gently fingered her silky locks and glared at her. She cowered under his gaze, a bead of sweat running down the side of her flushed face.
Claiming her lips again, he pinned her against the wall, his hips grinding into hers. Panicking, Orihime tried pushing him away but her efforts were useless – he was too strong. She gasped when he roughly seized her breasts, molding the pliable flesh in his palm. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she gritted her teeth when he roughly pinched her hardened nipple. Chuckling deeply, he licked the salty tears from her cheeks before burying his face in the crook of her neck.
"Now Princess, don't cry. It'll be over before you know it," he whispered huskily over her soft skin. Biting down on the soft flesh, he closed his eyes in pleasure as the sweet liquid that ran through her veins coated his tongue.
Biting back a groan, Orihime tried to ignore the need surfacing in her body as he ground his hips forcefully against hers. Nothing was making sense. He looked just like him – the orange hair and tanned skin. The same rugged features and muscled physique. But it couldn't be him. She couldn't help the shudder of pleasure that ran down her spine as his lips trailed down her neck and between her breasts.
'This isn't Kurosaki-kun,' she thought vaguely, her fear subsiding slightly.
Her eyes widened when he suddenly pushed her skirt up over her hips. Catching his gaze, she shuddered under the intense lust dancing in his eyes. Before she could protest, he clamped his mouth over hers, his tongue forcing its way into her sweet cavern. Gripping her leg, he threw it over his hip and pressed her against the wall. She could hear the distinct sound of a zipper being undone moments before he slammed into her wet heat. A cry sprang from her lips at the forceful entry and tears burned at the corners of her eyes.
Drawing in a ragged breath, she choked back a moan as he thrust into her aching core. Threading her fingers through his hair, she held on for dear life under his forceful movements. Suddenly, his muscles tensed and he released inside of her. She couldn't stop the cry that escaped her as her core suddenly exploded. Withdrawing from her, he let her slump against the wall, her breathing labored and her cheeks flushed. Smoothing the wrinkles from his clothes, he smiled sadistically down at his victim.
"Until we meet again, Princess," he murmured.
And then he was gone.