Ichigo wasn't sure what irked her more at the moment. Her heat or the fact that her partner had such low self esteem. Making a tsking sound, she pressed her forehead against the cool glass of the bedroom window and suddenly wished that she were back home.
She needed a break from all the stupidity before she punched someone in the throat.
Her insides felt like they were on fire at this point. Everything was beginning to hurt her and while she knew what she needed to make it stop- she didn't feel right about using her partner to make herself feel better when he kept thinking such horrible and derogatory things about himself.
After all, it didn't take a genius to figure out what he seemed to think about himself.
He was the former number one hero, All Might. And though she didn't really keep up with heroes, the news and such, even she knew his name. It was difficult not too when his face was literally everywhere.
Everyone knew his story by now.
About how he'd been injured and that injury was part of the main reason why he was in such bad health and had to retire as a hero. Which was understandable, to her.
But to him, his weakened body and health were something to be ashamed of and disgusted with. He felt as if he possessed none of the traits that someone like her would find desirable.
Even she knew that it took more than someone's physical appearance to make them lovable. For fuck's sake, she wasn't such a child, nor so shallow that she couldn't see his great potential. To her, he had all of the most favorable attributes that a man could possess.
He was strong, even in his weakened form.
And though it wasn't a physical strength, he did possess a great inner strength. He was also kind, had a decent sense of humor, he was patient, thoughtful, protective, he had strong morals- and overall those were pretty good qualities for a future father to have regardless of who they were.
After all, it was more than physical strength and prowess that made a hero.
She just wished that he could look past his current weakness and see those things for himself. Turning her head so that her cheek was pressed against the glass this time, she sighed as her tail twitched and muttered tiredly, "Stupid boy." Which was followed by a weak yet no less dark sounding, "Stupid Kisuke…"
The next time she saw that bastard she was going to geld him with a rusty, poison laced spoon.
Groaning once the coolness underneath her cheek heated up past anything that she could tolerate at the moment, she pulled back away from the glass and in a deft movement, tugged her gown up over her head. And then moved back to press herself against the glass and wondered how long she'd have to be miserable like this before anything got any better.
She was barely able to keep her eyes open when something shiny caught her sight outside causing her to pull back from the glass a little bit in suspicion. Was it a sniper's rifle? She wondered.
She would imagine that since her partner was the former number one hero, that he'd have a lot more enemies than most. His arrest record had to be pretty damned staggering.
Narrowing her garnet colored eyes a bit, she focused some of her Soul Reaper power into her senses and stretched them out so that she could get a good sense for whoever or whatever was daring to trespass so close to her partner's...temporary home.
Whatever. It didn't matter.
If she sensed any ill will from whoever then she'd fry them from here. Letting her power seep into every particle of the atmosphere around her, she felt it swirl and then spark in the air as she pushed it through the glass and into the world outside.
It turned out to be a sniper after all.
Some nobody wanna-be baddy looking to make a quick name for himself by taking out the former number one hero. Letting her lips quirk up a little bit into a sardonic smile, she almost felt pity for the guy.
Almost. Being the operative word here.
Letting her power spark a little bit more violently, she focused it so that it wound itself around him. There would be no warning for him. No chance to escape and try again later. Her power would strike simultaneously from all directions, a lot like a small rain storm or something. The only difference was that each and every particle of the air that he breathed would boil his blood and cook him from the inside out.
It wasn't the nicest or most painless way to go. In fact it was downright horrible. But at least it would be quick and he wouldn't suffer more than a heartbeat or two. It was over before he even realized there was anything wrong. And once she was sure that he was gone, she quickly focused her power on causing some damage to the immediate area around him.
Trying to make it look as if he'd been struck by lightening or something before then reigning everything back in.
God she was tired.
She could feel her mind and consciousness drifting a bit. So she knew that she was falling even before her eyes finally closed and she lost her death grip on her body's functions. Stupid, stupid Kisuke. She thought almost sullenly as she slowly felt her consciousness slipping away.
Toshinori was at a loss as to what he should do.
He didn't know how Ichigo had figured out what he was thinking, much less what to think of her words to him. Even now, they echoed in his mind.
"There's absolutely nothing fucking wrong with you. So stop thinking that there is."
But there was something wrong with him. He wasn't as strong or powerful or even-
"Stop thinking of yourself as if you're unlovable or undesirable or unworthy in some way or another. Because I can tell you with absolute certainty after knowing you since yesterday- that all of that negativity and shit- is wrong. Dead wrong."
Was it? He wondered. Was it wrong? Was he wrong? She obviously saw something in him that he didn't. Something that made him desirable and noteworthy to her. But for the life of him he couldn't figure out what.
He already figured out that she didn't seem to mind his appearance nor his present weakened state any. In fact, she had to be the first person- er female- he meant female, that he'd ever met who had been so...passionate with him in his current form.
Hell, usually he couldn't even pay a woman to get near him in this form. They tended to think him a ghoul, or a freak. And he couldn't exactly say that he blamed them any. He couldn't even smile at toddlers in his present form without them crying at the sight of his face.
Sighing, he settled his chin in his palm and thought hard for a moment or so but every time he tried to think of some reason for Ichigo to maybe go through her heat with someone else, but then just as quickly as the thought flitted through his mind- he recalled how she had felt pressed up against him. Her mouth and hands exploring his skin, setting his blood afire.
She'd been so soft. So damned tempting.
If he'd been a man of much less control...he was embarrassed to admit even to himself, that he would have ravished her like an animal without a second thought. Maybe it would have been easier if he had simply ravished her? God knew that she'd been willing.
Jesus he was fucking pathetic.
"There's absolutely nothing fucking wrong with you. So stop thinking that there is."
Sighing, he lifted a hand to run his fingers through his messy blond hair and promised to work on it. For her, if nothing else. After which he got to his feet and went to go find her.
She was being quiet again and he was starting to worry.