I didn't even think that I left that big of a cliff hanger. But here it is. Also, this story has about five chapters left. So, yeah, finally, the end is in sight. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.
Oh crap. I stepped in it now. I'm dead. I don't even know how I'm breathing because I'm already dead.
I just know that my face has gone completely red. I'm only a few degrees away from fainting from a fever. I actually wish that I do faint from fever because then, I wouldn't be in trouble. I was unconscious right now, I wouldn't have to shiver from the death stare that he was currently giving me that is strangely erotic. I wouldn't have pray constantly in this moment for me not to soil my underpants. I wouldn't have to struggle to breathe because his look is stealing all of my air.
He is most definitely going to kill me.
I hear a loud burst of laughter coming from his ex. I slightly turn and look at her. She's covering her mouth, her face tinged pink slightly in the prettiest way and her small shoulder moving up and down. She's laughing at me. I see him tense up slightly.
I want to say something. I seriously and honestly do. But I'm so afraid to open my mouth. All of my words have left me, cold and abandoned.
Why does he have to look so hot when he's angry?
No Orihime! Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts!
"That's the thing about dating little girls. They're so-"
"Shut the fuck up Rukia." He growls, never taking his eyes off me. My heart is pounding overtime.
Suddenly, he comes towards me and grabs my hand roughly pulling me behind him. I stumble over myself. I feel the shock of the cold air consuming me as we exit the coffee shop.
He pulls me into an alley way and pushes me hard against the wall. However, somehow, he slipped his hand between me and the wall, cushioning my head from the impact. Safe from head injury, he removes his hand and leans on the wall facing opposite of me. He folds his arms and stares at me, making me feel entirely uncomfortable. I can't take this anymore.
"Mr. Kurosaki, I'm so-"
I'm embraced by him, surrounded by him and his warmth. He's holding me so tightly. I can hear the strong pounding of his heart. He's holding on to me so tightly.
"Mr. Kurosaki…" I wasn't expecting this.
He pulls away from me, anger still clear in his eyes. He brings his hands up to my blonde wig, slipping his fingers beneath the seams. He lifts it from my head, tossing it aside. He loosens my hair from it's knot and runs his hands through my scalp, coming real close to me. Close enough so that I can feel his heat. He pulls on my hair gently, forcing me to look up into his eyes. There was very little anger, however, they were filled to the brim with mischief.
He leans downs, his nose caressing my face, his breath bathing my skin.
"What are you doing here?" he whispers to me, his voice causes me to shiver. I attempt to answer him, but words fail me. His lips skim my jawline and I feel tingles all the way to my core. I feel the heat and the moisture that collects in my panties. I shiver violently.
I feel his tongue on my earlobe. My eyes roll to the back of my head as my breathing speeds up. My hands reach up, inside his coat, feeling the hard lines of his body beneath his clothes. His tongue leaves my ear and he whispers to me. "You know that you're going to have to pay for not listening to me?" he breathes into me.
Heart pounding and breath short, I can only nod in agreement. I'm terrified of the punishment, but I want it nonetheless. Never had I wanted to be punished so much in my entire life. I would like for him to punish me right here and now in the broad daylight.
His mouth consumes my ear once more and then there's pain. There's beautiful, searing pain as he bites down hard on my ear. It hurts. It hurts so much, like getting my ear pierced. But the pain is so intoxicating. So sinfully decadent…I moan out loud in pain and in pleasure. It erupts from me uncontrollably.
He quickly covers my mouth with his, sliding his tongue against mines, swallowing my moans. I hold on to him tightly, breathing him in and cocooning myself in him.
However…
I am confronted with the memory of their shared kiss. The kiss that only happened a few minutes ago. I feel my heart break all over again. The fact that he would kiss her…
"No," I moan, pushing him away from me. I can't. It hurts. He kissed her. He kissed her and he didn't tell me anything about her. Maybe it isn't any of my business but…but…
He's looking at me confused. As if he doesn't understand what's going on. He grabs my chin tightly and kisses me again, more forcefully. I pull away from him and push him away more forcefully. I don't…why is it…I can't formulate my thoughts.
"Orihime…" he whispers.
"She saw remember?" we turn our heads to the smooth voice of that of his ex. She leans against the corner of the wall, her scarlet lips upturn in a malicious, Cheshire grin.
A low growl emanates from his throat. "Go. Away."
"Deny if you want. But she can't kiss you, knowing that you kissed me. Remember, she's a child. She doesn't understand that a kiss is just a kiss. To them, it's everything. Remember?"
"You didn't just kiss him, you were constantly fucking him. It's different." She shrugs her shoulders, tossing her hair back and slowly walking up towards us. Mr. Kurosaki moves to stand as a barrier between her and I.
"Chill would ya? It's not like I'm going to steal her soul. Besides you already stole her virtue."
"I swear-" she get really close to him, pressing herself up against him.
"I am not afraid of you like your little girlfriend. So take your complex somewhere else."
"I will lift you up and throw you into a wall you midget."
She is not a midget. Yeah, he's taller than her, but he's taller than a lot of people. But she stands taller than me-
There's a loud oof as Mr. Kurosaki doubles over in pain, clutching his privates. I cover my mouth with my hands to cover my gasp. Did she do what I think she did?
She comes towards me, casually looking me up and down. Her eyes raking over my entire being and I realize something. She's the woman that told me that I was beautiful last week. It's obvious now that I make the connection. She's being just as intimidating then as she is now.
"You're lucky." She tells me plainly. "He's so nice to you. Even when we were dating, he was mean. His face was always so hard and scowling. See." She whips out her phone and reveals a picture of her and Mr. Kurosaki together. They're younger, of course, her hair is longer and sticks out about her face and his is shorter, spikier. She's kissing him on the cheek, while he looks away, scowl and blush on his face.
I look up at her, bewildered. Why is she showing me this?
"This is the best picture I have of him. While, there are several photos like these," she brings her phone back to herself searching through her pictures. When she comes across the one that she wants she shows me her phone again. Of course it's a secret picture of Mr. Kurosaki and I. But it's one that I haven't seen. It's Mr. Kurosaki and I at the Halloween dance. Our foreheads pressed together, me, naturally, smiling at him and him…his face.
I look to him and he's looking at us, trying to see what she's talking about. I've never seen the expression on his face, the one that I'm seeing in this picture. How is it that I've never seen it, yet I was looking right at him in the photo?
"There are several photos with him looking at you like this. Although, this one is my favorite because he looks just so damn gorgeous dress as a Pharaoh. And when I wanted to dress up for Halloween you told me that it was a holiday for babies and morons." She folds her arms and looks at me.
"But don't worry, I'm totally not jealous. I'm really in love with my guy. I get those looks from him all the time. But you do understand the reason why your feelings for each other cannot progress any more than the physical, right? You two are playing a dangerous game. And while I'm sure you're a really nice girl. Ichigo is a really close, really treasured friend of mines, although we're going through a rough patch. I can't let anything happen to him."
"No one asked you to look out for me. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." He growls at her. "Why don't you…I don't know go fuck your boyfriend or something." Something in her eyes flash. It's like she was at the end of her patience.
"You know what? What gives you the right?! Huh? You're being a total and complete asshole after I apologized. Yes, I did apologize and I have been apologizing for four years! But you're so fucking hurt and self-entitled that you can't accept my apology, you can't fucking be happy for me and my happiness. No wonder you're into young girls! Grow the fuck up Ichigo! I'm not going to feel bad for the rest of my life over something that happened when we were in fucking high school!
"Get the fuck over whatever damn complex you fucking dealing with! What is it?! Is it because you have a 12 inch dick that you feel you can do this?! Is that it?!" She pushes pass in calling out to the passerby's. "HEY! HEY EVERYONE! THIS MAN RIGHT HERE HAS A 12 INCH DICK! HE HAS A 12 INCH DICK! EVERYONE SHOULD FALL TO HIS FEET BECAUSE HE HAS-"
"Would you shut up! NO, I-I DON'T HAVE A 12 INCH DICK." He blushes and falters as group of people pass by him, watching and perplexed. "Don't get me wrong, it's big, but it's…it's not that big." He turns on her and looks as if he wants to kill her. She just stares him down angrily. "Why…why do you have to do this?"
"Could you both please just stop it." I look around to see who said it. Oh God. It was me. I can tell by the way that they are both looking at me. Why, why did I open my big , fat mouth?! But I can't stop it now. Word vomit. It just keeps on coming out. "Please…since you've seen each other…you've just been arguing and arguing and getting nothing accomplished. For you to have such history, for things that seems to be going so well…You're getting married…and you…Mr. Kurosaki…why are you making me pay for what she did?" I feel the tear slide down my face unwarranted. Quickly I wipe it away. "It is obvious that the two of you are not over each other. I'm only sorry that I interrupted."
I dig the base of my palms into my eyes to restrain my tears. I'm such a loser. I really feel like a kid, crying over something that obviously wasn't meant to be. When he's with her, there's passion. It's angry but it's there. He expresses so much emotion around her. I wasn't some of that passion and just during sex. But I want to argue with him. I want to go toe to toe with him, and make him embarrassed.
I feel arms wrap tightly around me pulling me in an embrace. It's not Mr. Kurosaki. I'm certain that he doesn't wear designer perfume, as well as he is more broad and taller. I sniffle, looking up at her. Her eyes looks sisterly and concerned, she uses her thumbs to wipe away my tears.
"You're so young. So innocent. You wear your heart on your sleeve and you're so sensitive. What happened in the restaurant…it didn't mean anything. It was a kiss. Kisses only mean something if you want them to."
I open my mouth to protest. But she swallows my words with her mouth. Her lips on mines, she holds on to my face and kisses me, deep and hard. I'm so shocked, I can't do anything. I'm completely frozen. Her tongue forces it way through my teeth and slides against my own. Her hands move down my face and over the slope of my body, feeling me up through the thick coat.
She pulls away from me, smiling, still holding on to me. My knees are left weak because of the kiss and I have to lean against the wall, my breathing rapid and short.
"Damn baby, you got it going on." She whispers to me. "I think I understand his obsession." She kissed me. She kissed me.
"I don't know whether to be incredibly pissed or turned on." Mr. Kurosaki mumbled.
I returned my attention back to her, I'm afraid that she might kiss me again. She sighs and rolls her eyes. "I'm sorry if what I did to him hurt you. But if you were listening in that coffee shop you know that he's really into you. If you ask me, I think he fell in love with you at that Halloween dance. So if you two plan on continuing this unholy relationship, please do me a favor?" She leans into my ear and whispers so softly that I could barely hear her.
Her request left me breathless. I couldn't respond. There were a lot of things that I would expect her to ask me, however, she stunned me with that one.
She pulls away from me, giving me her scarlet Cheshire grin. She leans back up against the wall and Mr. Kurosaki comes and grabs me.
"You're okay right? She didn't steal your soul?" I nod, looking up at him, seeing him in a slightly different light. "Alright, go wait for me up front." I nod, glancing back at her.
"Aw, come on. Whatever happened to 'No one puts baby in a corner?'?" He just rolls his eyes and gestures for me to leave.
I do, mulling her words over and over inside my brain.
"Please take care of his heart for me. I've never seen him so hopelessly in love that he's willing to destroy everything he's worked so hard to have. Please don't make the same mistake I made."
I've always known that there was a lot to lose. Especially for him if we were caught but…I never thought of him being willing to lose it all…just for me. That's a lot to have on my shoulders. I don't know if I can be that selfish. I don't know if I can ask him to keep risking himself for me.
He comes from out of the alley, his eyes focused solely on me. He stops in front of me, staring me down, and hesitation in his eyes. He lifts his hands shyly, and pushes my hair back from my face. I nod to him, smiling softly. He leans downs and plants a soft kiss on my lips.
I raise my hand up and cup his face.
I can be selfish for a little while longer, can't I?
He releases my lips and pulls me to him, holding on to me. His breath tickles my ear. I rub my face against his, missing the feel of his skin against mines.
"You know," he whispers. "You're still going to have to be punished. Not only for not listening to me…but you're not allowed to kiss other people. That includes other girls."
"But-"I try and protest. He silences me, capturing my lower lip between his teeth and biting hard.
"No…you're mine. And you need to be punished. Call Sora. Tell him that you won't be coming home tonight."
