I've in the writing mood lately. So I want to write a new Fanfic (No werewolves or vampires this time) I was listening to Minmi's song Patto Hana Saku, which explains the title,which started this whole thing as well as the movie Sakuran, which was AMAZING! XD
Patto Hana Saku: Arrival
The sun was setting over the mountainous horizon, the birds retiring to their nest to rise early in the morning. He walked down the dirt road, hand resting in his kimono. It was time for him to find a place to rest for the night and luckily for him there was a small village just up ahead.
Lights made the village look as if it belonged with stars.
He walked into the village, men were in the bars with women surrounding them. Everywhere he looked there were either men drinking there troubles away or off in the allies gambling. Once you get pass that, it was really a nice place.
He kept walking and came across a huge building, it was a lot nicer than any of the other structures, practically begging you to come inside. But something like that had to cost a lot.
He was about to keep walking when he heard a bunch of commotion from the side of the building. Interested, the young samurai walked over to the source.
Men were crowded around the caged window, howling, whistling, and cheering, at the sight before them. Women, no they weren't women.
They were Oiran.
One would pay a high price for such pleasure from of those goddesses.
They all sat around a square platform, acting as if the men didn't even exist. They all wore extravagant kimonos with well done make-up and hair done with assorted accessories. It was nothing short of a breath-taking view.
Just then the door opened, and the men went crazy. Ichigo tried to see what was going on by jumping on a box.
Another walked on the square platform, she couldn't have been no more than five feet, if that. But she walked in the such grace and confidence. She walked to the center, pipe in hand, turning around and looking over her shoulder at the men. Bringing the pipe to her lips, she gave them a smirk as if she were saying she was too good for them. This drove them wild at her cold treatment. Then she took her place along with the oiran, head held was obvious none of the other women liked her appearance as they shot her dirty looks, to which she ignored.
The men shouted for her screaming,"Rukia let me be your first!" or"No pick me!" and so on.
This drew Ichigo's attention. 'An oiran that hasn't had her first yet?'
Ichigo watched as the men started heading toward the front door, trampling over each other to get to the innocent oiran.
When the window was clear enough, Ichigo hopped off the box and walked toward them. He cast his gaze at the dark-haired beauty that he guessed was Rukia. She opened her big bright eyes to stare blankly at him as well. They stared for what felt like hours when it was only a few minutes and she closed them again, turning her face away to smoke her pipe.
The door slid open to reveal a dark-skinned woman,"Rukia looks like it's your lucky night." she said.
Rukia stood up and walked out of the door, turning her gaze to find the orange-haired samurai still staring at her. She walked out, the door sliding close.
Ichigo turned to the entrance and decided to go inside. Once inside he was a greeted by the gorgeous dark-skin woman from before. Her hair done in an elegant manner, her kimono a shiny shade of orange, her obi a rich purple.
"Welcome, and what would a handsome man such as yourself be doing in place like this?" she asked him with mischievous glint in her eyes.
"I'd like to stay the night...and see what you have." he said, not fazed by her teasing.
She escorted him to the grand hall, where the women lined up one by one. Each one of them dolled up with make-up and hair decorated with accessories. Their kimonos' looked liked they cost a fortune. They eyed him, seducing you without even trying.
Ichigos' gazing was interrupted when a man in a bucket hat and clogs came up to him.
"Ah Welcome to the Patto Hana Saku Inn, I'm Urahara Kisuke, the owner of the prestigious establishment! Our women are the best around, willing to give a good time to anyone...for the right price of course." he said, eying him through his hat.
He looked at the women again, then at the owner," How much?" he asked.
"That depends, how much are you willing to pay..."
"Kurosaki, Kurosaki Ichigo."
"Well Kurosaki-san, judging by your appearance, I'd say you were a samurai, am I right?"
"Sort of."
"Then I'd say 500,000 yen."
That was basically unreal to what a samurai would have, but Ichigo didn't bat an eye. He reached into the opening of his black kimono and pulled out a bag, tossing it to Urahara.
He opened the bag to find it was filled with gold coins, more than enough to stay a night.
"Keep the change." Ichigo said.
"How could a samurai have so much?"
"I have my ways, now about the women."
"Ah yes, of course, our women are guaranteed to give you such a good time, you'd beg to stay."
"What about the virgin oiran?" he asked
"Oh, I'm afraid someones already picked her."
Ichigo felt annoyed at this, but got himself together and chanced another glace at the others.
They were all a sight to see, one just as gorgeous as the other. They were what men dreamed of, describable beauty.
The first one he saw was a very curvy woman, with her blond hair up in a bun and her kimono undone in the chest, revealing very impressive breast any man would their right arm just to see. She smiled at him, licking her lips in the process. His eyes trailed over to an equally curvy woman but with teal colored hair. Her breast just as big but covered by her kimono all the way. She stood there as if she were posing for an artist, not paying attention to anything around her.
Ichigos' eyes examined the rest of the girls, wanting to take them all to his room, but the sound of a yelling man followed by a bang caught his attention.
A blue haired man came stumbling down the hall, his kimono falling off his shoulder.
"You crazy bitch! What's wrong with you?", he shouted.
Objects flew down the hall, the blue-haired man trying to dodge. The someone came running, kicking the man in the chest. He fell to the ground, all eyes on the sight before them.
Ichigo's eyes look to the person who was causing all the trouble.
'How could someone like that do this?' he thought.
She couldn't be no more than five feet, if that! She was dressed in a very elegant kimono, as if touched by the gods. Her hair decorated in a high fashion. Her face had just the right amount of make-up, it would have looked nice if she wasn't scowling.
There she stood, as if she were a princess, nose held high, and hands on her hips, "Get out of here, I don't want to see you around here ever!",she shouted.
Before she could get to the man, bodyguards held her back. The man scurried out while he had the chance, saying she was crazy.
"Let me go! Let me GO! I'll kill him!" The petite woman shouted, trying to break from the bodyguards arms.
They dragged her to the back, her shouts still emanating threw the hotel.
Urahara sighed into his fan, "Boy, she can be such a hand full."
"Who is she?"
"Nobody you'd want to have for the night, she just might kill ya."
Ichigo stared at where the woman was dragged away.
~*!*!*!~
"Augh!" She shouted, as she was thrown into the cellar.
Her arms were tired behind her back, making it a challenge to sit up,"Screw you!" she yelled, kicking her legs at the cell bars.
There she was again, locked away in the darkness of the cage. Like a bird never able to spread it's wings. How did she end up in this mess anyway.
"Rukia..." she heard.
"Renji..." she said, calming down at his appearance.
"Why do you keep doing this to yourself? It's not gonna get you anywhere."
"So what, I'd rather stayed locked away in here than entertain those filthy men."
"Boy, you're just too stubborn for your own good, you know that."
Rukia looked at him threw the bars, her eyes hooded over,"Please Renji, can you get me out of here?" she said in a sinful voice, on here knees, here kimono purposely slipping down, showing some of her breast.
"You say you don't want to entertain these men, yet you still go about teasing them, kind of unfair don't you think?"
"What are you talking about Renji, I just want out of here, that's all." Her face innocent yet seductive.
Crawling closer to the bars, Rukia put her breast near his view, panting like she was on fire,"Please..." her face, would have made any man's pants tighten on the spot. But Renjis' seen this too many times to fall for it anymore. So he walked away.
"Hey! Come back here!" Rukia shouted, falling on her back again in the process,"Dammit!"
~!*!*!~
"Oh Ichigo-sama you're so amazingly handsome!"
"Please, pick me first!"
"No me!"
Ichigo was in his room, the nicest room they had in the hotel, and all the women couldn't get enough of him, faking or not. They couldn't keep their hands off him.
They were each taking turns serving him drinks, some rubbing his arms, others laying before him. It basically looked like an old painting of Greek orgies. And any man would give their right arm to be in Ichigo's place.
"Excuse me ladies, I have to go to the restroom." He said, making the women wine in protest.
Ichigo walked down the huge empty halls, the sounds of moaning could be heard on the other side of the paper thin doors. He ventured down the stairs, since his room was on the very top floor, and as he was crossing the indoor bridge, he saw something out of the corner of his eye.
He looked down to see the woman from earlier laying on her back, arms tided behind her. Ichigo looked around and went down to her.
Rukia opened her eyes at the sound of a thump. She looked over to see a man with bright orange hair staring at her.
"What the hell do you want?" she growled at him.
"What's your price?"
"What?"
"Your price, you must have one."
"Get away from me, pervert!"
"Guess you don't want to get out then."
He started walking away, Rukia growled at him, giving up,"2000!", he turned around to her.
"2000 yen." she repeated, not looking at him.
Ichigo walked up to her, looking at the lock. Next thing she knew, he tore the lock off, breaking into pieces.
Rukia stared in astonishment at his strength,"How did you-", before she could finish, Ichigo started walking away from her again.
"Wait!...Untie me!"
Ichigo turned to her, reaching behind her and untying her. Rukia could feel his chest against hers, and man, was he built, no wonder he tore that lock off so easy.
Their breaths fanning each others neck.
Her hands were free, as he backed off a little they stared at each other, gazing into each others soul.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Rukia..." she responded, leaning into his lips.
She ran her hand up his arm to his shoulder,'God I've never felt someone to muscular before.'
"Tell me, what is your name?" she whispered against his lips.
"Ichigo..."
"Ichigo...sama..."she whispered seductively.
She grabbed his neck and tried to knee him in the gut, but it backfired when he predicted her moves and grabbed her leg, forcing her on her back with her leg almost touching her shoulder.
Ichigo leaned over her form, holding her leg over his shoulder,"Nice try." he said, angering the short spitfire.
Ichigo started rubbing her leg, her kimono revealing more and more. He ran his lips over her soft skin, Rukia trying to stop a shudder from coming.
"L-let me go, you fool!"she said trying to get away from his grasp, but he only tightened it.
"You asked for, my dear."
Rukia glared at him, before coming up with an idea,"But don't you have another woman waiting for you? I don't think they'll like it if you keep them waiting."
"I'll just get rid of them, and have you instead."
This wasn't working. She had to find a way to get rid of him.
"Why not take this to your room instead...Ichigo-sama." she said in her seductive tone.
"Lets."
And just when she was about to blot when he got up, Ichigo threw her over his shoulder. She hit him as hard as she could,"Put me down!" she shouted.
Everyone was staring at the pair like they were crazy and Ichigo had to be.
"Kurosaki-san, what are you doing with her?" Urahara asked, walking in front of him.
"She's the one I originally wanted."
Yes, but you see...she's not as...trained as the other women are."
"TRAINED?" Rukia shouted from over Ichigo's shoulder, trashing about.
"I'm paying good money for tonight, so tell the other oiran to get out before I get there." Ichigo said, eyes hard making the hat n' clogs sigh.
"If you say so." With that he snapped his fingers, and maids came running out up to Ichigo's suite.
Within 5 minutes everyone was out of the luxury room.
Ichigo dropped the light oiran down on the futon already laid out. He this time admire her form.
Her silky black hair was decorated to the tip with hair pins and bows. She wore make-up, not so much as to cover her natural beauty but just enough to accent her features. He gazed lower to her robe slipping off her shoulder, giving him the perfect view of creamy white skin that he wanted to lick kiss and bite. Her Kimono opened up again when it got to her legs, revealing smooth legs that he wanted wrapped around his waist as pushed into her over and over.
All in all, she was lust it self.
Rukia rubbed the back of her head after being dropped from his height. For someone like her that's like jumping from a two story building. Suddenly she felt his weight trap her.
"Now where were we..." with that assaulted her exposed neck with his mouth.
Rukia gasped at the intrusion,"Wait-I...I've never done this before!" she tried to reason, making Ichigo lift his head up to her.
"What happened to that one guy?" Rukia scowled at the mention of the man,"He was an idiot, not worthy of my first time."
Ichigo smirked at this,"Then allow me to show you what it's like."
Hope you like it!
I'm starting to get use to this writing stuff, and it's kind of fun!
I might do the next chapter, if people like and review it. So if you want more make sure to review. 3
