Summary: She was making a deal with the devil as she watched her empire fall apart
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. From here on out the story is going to contain a lot of cursing, swearing and use of drugs. If such topics offend you, then please exit now. You have been warned.
con·vo·ca·tion: a large formal assembly of people
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Chapter 8
January 6, 2015.
10:10 pm
Kurosaki Ichigo.
Ichigo glanced down at his diamond Rolex and grumbled in annoyance. It was currently 10:10pm and he still couldn't find anyone from his PR team. After Shinji had departed him, Ichigo wandered around the casino, looking for Yourichi, Rukia or anyone who could get him to the VIP section. Thankfully, he hadn't been spotted by any guest, which allowed him to keep a low fitted profile. But he knew that was bound to come to an end shortly. He really didn't want to be recognized by anyone but knew that his highlight orange hair made that nearly impossible. Why wouldn't he want to be greeted at his own party you may ask? Well to be quite honest with you, Ichigo himself did not want to be there in attendance. He knew that not only were mobsters in attendance tonight but other greedy media moguls would be there as well. That meant that Ichigo had to talk and make conversation with people, which he extremely hated. Ichigo was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a shriek come from behind him.
Why did his peace always have to be so short lived?
Counting silently to himself, Ichigo shook his head in dismay as he prepared for what was about to come.
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"I-is tha-that Kur-Kurosaki-sama?
Ichigo turned around and saw a group of girls staring at him.
Shit.
If he wanted to keep his act in tact then he had to get these girls to shut up. Ichigo flashed the girls a smile and walked over to them. Placing his hand on one of their shoulders and leaning down to reach her ear, Ichigo whispered into her ear. His warm callous voice ticking the insides of her ear as his smooth voice serenade her soul.
"Hey there, do you ladies mind keeping this a secret?"
And then everything blew up.
The girl screamed, cameras started flashing, people were all over him and before he knew it he was getting dragged away.
"You really are a mess Ichigo."
Ichigo looked up to see Rukia dragging him by his hair. Surrounding them was security who was holding back screaming girls and the paparazzi.
"Ru-Rukia what the hell?"
Ichigo looked up and met Rukia's firm gaze. Her gaze turned into a smile before she continued to haul him across the floor.
"Shut up you idiot."
"Have some fun for once Ichigo. This is your party and you deserve to have let go for once"
And indeed he was going to.
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"Babe- you ca-can't kiss me lik-like th-
Ichigo's words were cut off through the muffled kisses that were being planted across his face.
With two girls wrapped around each of his arm and joint pressed between his lips, Ichigo Kurosaki was beyond fucked up. He was satisfyingly content with that and he was determined to have a hell of a good time. At the age of 21 he was a well-respected CEO of a billionaire company; he was young and he had a whole lot going for himself. He was going to sit back with a cup of sake and take in the atmosphere and enjoy himself for a night. PR had rented out a 1,000 square feet VIP penthouse of the Kuchiki Estate, giving Ichigo and his entourage exclusive access to unlimited amount of drugs, alcohols and beautiful chicks. Located on the top floor, the VIP section gave them a great view of the entire gala. The windows were tinted which gave them privacy from the rest of the event. With 24 hour bottle service, Cîroc, Tequilla, Vodka, and Grey Goose were flowing throughout the whole room. The room was filled with groupies, shadows and close associates of Ichigo and quite frankly almost everyone was high or passed out on a couch. Ichigo looked around the room and saw everyone either smoking a joint, sniffing cocaine or hooking up with someone. Rukia and Renji were high off ecstasy and were making out. But despite all of this Ichigo really could not complain. Money was flowing in at an impeccable rate and Ichigo was growing wealthier by the second. At to be quite honest, Ichigo wouldn't want to change it for anything. This was the life. His life as a mob king.
The money came in as he continued to grow filthy rich.
Ichigo closed his eyes as he continued to feel kisses being pressed against his ears. Pulling another drag Ichigo sighed in satisfaction.
"What the fuck is this!"
Ichigo eyes shot open before looking up to the owner of the voice. He knew that this was too good to be true and wasn't surprised as to who it was.
"Yourichi-san"
Storming into the room was a fuming purple head Yourichi. Dressed in a short black beaded Givenchy dress and a pair of purple Louis Vuitton heels, Yourichi turned on the lights and glared at the faces in the room.
"Party's over people." she spat.
Turning her head to the left, Yourichi saw Rukia and Renji making out on the couch. Hearing Yoruichi screaming, Renji threw Rukia off of him and fixed his tie and jacket. Adverting her attention from the disarranged pair, Yoruichi headed straight to the table that was filled with cocaine, Yourichi threw the substances on the ground. Marching over to where Ichigo was sitting, Yourichi unplugged the TV and turned off the music.
"Seriously Ichigo, this isn't a fucking bachelor's pad." she said pointing at the girls.
"It's passed ten fucking o'clock and you still haven't made your speech yet. You're supposed to be interacting with guest not sitting here having random chicks give you blow jobs."
"You-"
"I've had enough of the games for today Ichigo don't mess with me. Get the fuckup and let's go." demanded Yourichi
"But I-"
"You have two minutes to meet me down stairs on the main stage." she gritted before turning on her heel
Ichigo growled in annoyance. It seemed as if every time he was finally having fun, someone had to come and kill his mood. He didn't want to have to give some fucking speech. He didn't want to interact with people who he didn't even know. Did anyone actually care about what he wanted? All he wanted to do was smoke a blunt, make out with these fine girls and be left alone. He didn't ask for any of t-.
"Kurosaki-senpai, is everything alright?"
Looking down at the girls in his arm, he planted a kiss on their foreheads before unraveling himself from them.
"Yeah, yeah everything's good, just a couple of minor problems."
He stood up and brushed off his suit.
"I'll be back in a few. Meet me down stairs near the stage when I'm done with my speech." noted the main before walking away.
"Rukia. Renji." he called.
The two looked up at him.
"Let's Go."
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January 6, 2015.
10:15 pm
Inoue Orihime.
Orihime stared in awe at the huge gala. She knew that this was a huge event but when she saw the size of this place she was overwhelmed. Never was Orihime expecting for the party to be this big which caused the girl to panic. Aizen didn't tell her that it would be over packed with all these people. Orihime turned around in hopes of opening the iron door but to her dismay it was locked.
"Shit", she groaned.
She really was stuck here.
Turning back around, Orihime faced the gigantic party and stared in awe. Men, women and shadows were all roaming around the venue, interacting and talking with one another. Running from game to game, drinking, dancing and socializing. The center of the Gala had been dedicated to the dance floor. As it was filled to its brim with people. The cubicle seating surrounding its edge, seems welcoming to anyone. Walking amongst the clubbers with trays of drinks were waiters who tried to ease the high demand drinks that were being placed to order. It was now currently 10:15 and she only had an hour to get this shit over with. Somehow she had to find her way in this huge place in order to find Kurosaki Ichigo, a man whom she'd never even seen before. Orihime looked up and saw the huge tinted lit VIP section and figured that Ichigo was in there somewhere. There was no way that she could find herself all the way up there it would be impossible. She had no clue where Stark or Grimmjow would be. This really was an impossible mission. Deciding to start to the right Orihime started walking throw-out the crowd. While walking the lights suddenly dimmed and everyone's attention was drawn to the stage. Turning her head Orihime saw a tall lady with purple hair and black short dress walk on stage to a microphone. Clearing her throat the lady began to speak.
"Good afternoon everyone, my name is Yourichi Shihouin, manager of the Kurosaki Empire, and we here at the Kurosaki Enterprise hope that you all are having a delightful evening here. Please feel free to have unlimited cocktail service and food. Make sure to gamble and make connections. Now that everyone has been here, please let us have a round of applause for the man of the night himself, Kurosaki Ichigo."
Yourichi turned around and started clapping for Ichigo. Three seconds later Ichigo revealed walked out of the curtain, revealing himself to the audience. The tall studded man walked out with a cool swagger. Having a firm smile on his face, Ichigo kissed Yourichi on the cheek before clearing his throat and speaking into the microphone.
Target found.
"Hello Ladies and Gentleman, how's everyone doing tonight?" beamed the man into the microphone.
The crowd cheered back and the Kurosaki continued.
Orihime rolled her eyes.
"Thank you Yourichi-san and everyone else in my team who have made this night possible. On behalf of my father and the Kurosaki family we are very grateful that you all have attend this event. Please indulge yourselves with our high quality cocktails and marijuana and enjoy your time here at the Kurosaki Gala. Special thanks to the Kuchiki family for letting us host our event here for the umpteenth time."
Ichigo raised his glass before continuing
"Cheers to life and longevity for the Kurosaki regime."
Everyone raised their cups before applauding. While everyone continued to clap for Ichigo Kurosaki, Orihime briskly turned around.
Absolutely disgusting.
She honestly was dreading speaking to that piece of vile. He was walking off stage and Orihime knew that this was the perfect opportunity to go and get him. Pushing through the crowd, Orihime tried to make her way to the Ichigo. Orihime looked up and saw Ichigo and entourage walking towards the VIP section. Now she just had to figure out how to get to him since he was so far up. She looked up at the clock as it turned 10:20 pm. Fighting against the crowd was tedious as it made her feel as if she couldn't get anywhere. She silently cursed as she lost sight of his orange top hair. Making her way to the closest of the stage Ichigo was nowhere in sight. The girl turned sharply on her heel and walked quickly down the hallway.
Shit, she had to hurry.
Orihime clutched her bag to her chest and turned the corner to her right as she continued to walk quickly throughout the crowd. Her eyes was set on the prize and he was so close. She'd walk all over this damn casino if she had to, she was determined to find Kurosaki Ichigo no matter what. Orihime tried her best to make her way through the crowd as she speed walked throughout the venue. The matriarch was lost so deep in thought, she didn't seem to notice the group of people who she was walking straight into. Finally looking up, Orihime saw the inevitable as she walked right into something that felt like a boulder, knocking her to the ground.
"Ahh", she screeched as she stumbled to the floor.
Waiting for impact, Orihime was confused as to why she hadn't fallen.
Why wasn't she on the ground?
"Are you alright?"
Orihime eyes fluttered open to the call of the warm vibrato of a strong but firm voice that that sent shivers down her spine. She'd bumped into something that felt like a bull dozer and she had a pounding headache. The auburn beauty looked up to warm chocolate eyes that stared back into her own orbs.
Kurosaki Ichigo.
Orihime froze.
She could not move.
No matter how hard she tried to move, every fiber in her body refused to listen to her. Instead it was as if his eyes sucked her whole existence into his orbit; capturing her soul and every ounce of her free will. He knew her and she knew him and they both saw apart of each other that no one had ever seen before. It was a gravitational pull that occurred in less than 10 seconds that made it seem as if the universe froze; leaving the two behind. It was just Ichigo and Orihime.
And that was bad.
Very, very bad.
It was all too fucking much for Orihime to handle. She had a goal and her million dollar prize to it all was staring right into the depths of her soul. And despite all of this, she still panicked. The tension of it all was too intense and it scared her. Orihime caught her breathe and did what any given girl would do if they were in this situation.
She ran.
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Ichigo Kurosaki
Ichigo couldn't finish the words that were supposed to leave his mouth. He'd been getting stopped every five seconds, leaving him no room to talk with other guests. He was walking back to the VIP section but decided to stop and make casual conversation with guests before he decided to head back his private club. He was making his walk when a girl was walking straight into him. Luckily he saw the accident coming and stopped the girl from falling by grabbing onto her waist in order to steady her. But all things changed when the owner of those malicious blue eyes stared back up at him.
"Are you alr-"
The girls head flared up and everything froze. It was as if time itself stopped. Hidden behind thick eyelashes, were deep midnight blue eyes that pierced into Ichigo's. Both of their eyes were fixed on one another, neither of the two breaking away. Her soft eyes looked lost into Ichigo's as if she were searching for something.
And then just like that it was over.
The girls' cheeks flushed bright red as she finally realized what the hell had just happened.
"Get the fuck away from me.", she demanded while unraveling her embrace with him and scurrying away.
Before Ichigo could even say anything again, he was getting pulled away.
But who was she?
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Orihime Inoue.
Orihime ran.
She didn't know what the hell happened back there but she did not like it, not one bit. Orihime didn't know who the hell Ichigo Kurosaki thought he was but it irked her. She didn't know where she was going but one thing was for sure; she had to get away from Ichigo Kurosaki ASAP. She was running, squeezing and maneuvering her way into every crevice and corner there was.
"Hey watch where you're going bitch!" yelled someone at Orihime.
Her head was spinning and she need to be alone.
How did he manage to get her so riled up in less than a minute?
Whatever it was Orihime needed to find herself some peace and tranquility. Anything, anywhere, something, somehow she had to be escape from this place. Looking around Orihime finally saw a door to the women's bathroom. Running inside, Orihime bolted inside to a stall. Closing the door behind her, the young lady slouched to the ground, in an attempt to catch her breath and sort out the events that had just occurred.
Thankfully the bathroom was empty so Orihime was all alone.
Grabbing her head into her hands, Orihime took in the solace and comfort of being alone.
How did Ichigo Kurosaki manage to get her so riled up? Orihime didn't know how but she wanted to know why. It was so weird, it was like they knew each other, like they were friends. She felt it and she knew that he felt it as well.
And that's what freaked her the fuck out.
Closing her eyes Orihime took in a deep breath before exhaling.
Calm down Orihime.
Ichigo Kurosaki was her green card to getting rich again. He was right in front of her and at least she knew where he was. She banged her head against the stall when she realized the opportunity that she'd just missed. But what could she do, absolutely nothing. Picking herself up off of the ground Orihime exited the stall and looked at herself in the mirror.
Blue eyes and brown hair stared back at that disheveled girl.
And that was when she remembered
She wasn't Orihime Inoue anymore.
This makeup powdered face wasn't her at all.
This was Motoko. Motoko did things that Orihime wouldn't. It was all making sense to her now.
Orihime wouldn't speak to Ichigo, but Motoko would. Orihime would never dress like this, but Motoko would. Orihime was weak but Motoko was strong. Aizen knew that being Orihime would hold her back, but Moto-. No Motoko could do anything.
So getting Ichigo Kurosaki to speak to her wasn't impossible. Not if Motoko was in charge.
Orihime Inoue no longered existed.
Fixing her fixing her lip-gloss and mascara Orihime walked out of the bathroom.
She had a goal to conquer and Motoko was going to achieve it.
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Orihime Inoue
All eyes were focused on their pile. A table was filled with an assortment of people but everyone's goal was the same; the cash prize of 1 million dollars. They were playing Roulette and somehow after wandering the club for a while Orihime winded up at the table. She was an experienced player and today lady luck was on her side. She had face the reality of the situation. It was impossible for her to get to Kurosaki in such a limited amount of time. She'd take her money and leave.
It was 10:45pm and she still hadn't found Ichigo Kurosaki, so she settled down here. To her surprise, she was currently winning and hoped to take home the lump sum load of money. Her concentration was high and she didn't care about anything else but winning.
As the game rose in intensity, more and more people began to gather around the table hop that someone would walk away with the money. All Orihime had to do was set her bets rights and she would be turn out the winner. Rolette was like life, you either win or lose. Statistically thinking, her chances of winning were very low, but Orihime really had nothing to lose.
Scanning around the table, everyone was guarding their piles with their dear lives. It was her turn next and all the remaining players were antsy. If she bet correctly on this last spin, then she would win and the game would finally be over. She had to think wisely and carefully or else everything she would lose everything. Taking a sip of some scotch, Orihime finally decided on her next move.
She slid her pile forward.
"I'll bet on 15."
Everyone gasped. The croupier nodded his before spinning the ball. Eyes watched inattentively as the ball spun and spun.
Finally it landed on
"15.", yelled out the croupier.
The casino abutted in a roar of cheers as Orihime had won the game.
She'd done it!
She smiled smugly to herself as the audience continued to clap and cheer for her. But suddenly the intensity of the cheering increased seemed to simmer down. Waiters came out with a bottle that was filled with confetti. Music was blasting and the DJ started pumping out the speakers. All of a sudden Orihime was dragged into the hands of a fuchsia haired girl.
"What the fuck?' she screeched.
The fuchsia haired girl dragged Orihime onto one if the smaller stages in the casino. On stage were two chairs. The mysterious women motioned Orihime into one of the chairs. As they both sat down, two lights beamed into their faces, blinding Orihime. Finally the fuchsia haired girl spoke.
"What's your name gorgeous?' Beamed the girl.
"Mo-Motoko."
"Motoko, what a sexy name. Well I'm Chizuri Honsho and I'm here to reward your grand prize of 1 million dollars." beamed the woman.
Orihime gave her a weak smile.
"Are you excited Motoko? You don't seem excited. C'mon let's see ya smile." sputtered out Chizuri.
"I'm excited, I'm just nervous."
Chizuri pouted before continuing.
"Well get excited, you just won ONE MILLION DOLLARS."
By now all attention was drawn onto Orihime. She felt eyes beading onto her skin and it made her feel uncomfortable.
"Now Motoko, tell the audience about ya", said Chizuri.
Chizuri stuck the microphone in Orihimes face and waited for the girl to speak.
"Well what is that you would like to know?" asked Orihime
"How old are you?"
"21"
"Interesting"
Chizuri smiled and turned to face the crowd.
"I'm sure everyone in the crowd is wondering. Is a beautiful girl like you single?
The crowd started cheering and Chizuri pointed the microphone back into her face.
Orihime gulped
What was she supposed to say? Grimmjow specifically instructed her not to say anything to personal about herself. Even though the answer was no Orihime didn't know if she could answer or not.
"Um-I'
"Chizuri that's enough."
Orihimes head turned to the sound of the voice.
"Ughh why did you have to come during the best part.", whined Chizuri before storming off of the stage.
Orihime looked up and met the eyes of Kuroskai Ichigo. Hands in his pocket and a smirk on his face, Ichigo looked at Orihime.
"Since you seem to be stealing the money out of the club do you mind if I take the winner out for a drink?"
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Authors Note:
Hello everyone! Welcome to chapter 2 of Part 1 of the Nirvana Series. The long awaited meeting between Ichigo and Orihime has finally occurred. Will Orihime get the job done with only 10 mins remaining? With school starting back up in a few weeks, updates just wont be as frequent. But like I said, more feedback means quicker updates. SO if you really want next chapter to come out as quick as this one , then please review and like. It really does help me when my readers leave feedback on the story. Any comments or questions please feel free to PM. Thanks for reading!
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