Summary: She was making a deal with the devil as she watched her empire fall apart
Captivate : To attract and hold the interest and attention of
Disclaimer: It has been 3 years since I last posted so please forgive me if there are any plot inconsistencies, grammar errors and/or format changes.
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Chapter 11
January 8, 2015
Orihime was attending the Grande Prix Championship finals which was being held at the Tokyo Dome arena. Ichigo had five laps to go and was coming in to the pit stop for a tire change and oil fill up. Thanks to Szayel, getting access to Ichigos pit crew was easy. The pink haired man created her a complete replica of the access cards needed to get around the track grounds and also put her on the pit crew roster. However, the tough part of the night would be getting time alone with Ichigo Kurosaki. After the casino incident, security presence had doubled around the Kurosaki drug lord with at least 10 people surrounding him at all times.
Orihimes task was very straightforward: go in, interact with Kurosaki and leave.
"Develop the relationship, make it something of substance" as Aizen articulated it.
The Inoue Matriarch hustled towards the pit stop as the team awaited the incoming cars coming in from the bend. Despite being in an indoor race car track, Orihime still felt the crisp January wind seep through her clothing. She silently cursed Neliel for 're vamping' the pit crews uniform; a deep vee crop top that unwillingly revealed her ample cleavage, camo printed cargo pants and vintage Chucks. Her natural colored orange hair was hidden underneath her wig, while the necklace and earrings Aizen had given her were designed to compliment her outfit. As she began to catch up with the rest of the pit crew, Orihime adjusted her hat, name tag and necklace before blending in with the rest of the crowd.
"He's coming around the corner now, get crew ready."
Orihime nodded before motioning the other crew members toward the track to prepare the needed equipment. Adjusting her headset Orihime looked down at the board in her hand before putting a check next to Ichigo Kurosaki's name. Orihime made her way to Ichigo's car window as it pulled in.
"What are the rankings?", Ichigo asked while reaching for his bottled water.
"So far you're in first but keep driving like this and you'll end up last."
Ichigo looked up at the girl's voice and his chocolate orbs looked shocked
"What are you doing here?"
Orihime ignored his question and rolled her eyes before tapping on the roof of the car.
"Engines checked, breaks are running perfectly, tires are on securely. Good luck"
Ichigo hit the gas and the burning exhaust from his car filled the cold January air.
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They were in the final lap of the Grande Prix race as Ichigo and his rival were on the home stretch. Coming into the finish line the crowd watched in awe as Ichigo's BMW surpassed his opponent. Ichigo zoomed passed the finish line and the crowd erupted in a roar. Lights and confetti were thrown across the place in celebration for Ichigo. Ichigo got out of the car and removed his helmet, flashing the crowd a charming smile. Two girls wearing extremely revealing dresses walked over to the patriarch handing him a trophy and a crown before placing two kisses on his check. Ichigo embraced the girls, wrapping his arms tightly around their waist before posing for even more pictures.
Orihime glared at the scene in front of her in annoyance before walking towards the bench. She looked down at her watch before sighing in defeat.
12:30
Orihime dropped her head before running her fingers through her hair, waves of brown tresses silky smooth pouring out of her hand. Staring at her own reflection on the pool of water that was on the ground.
An unrecognizable face.
Hair that wasn't her own.
Purple eyes that pierced her.
This was not Orihime.
It was as if she was slowly losing herself.
But for what?
Orihime closed her eyes before sighing
All for you oni-chan
All for fucking you
Orihime was brought out of her trance when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Slowly bringing her head up, the matriarchs eyes met the honeysuckle gaze of Ichigo Kurosaki. He stood tall and firm yet the fatigue was noticeable. Surrounding him was his security guards, his entire entourage and the T.V cameras broadcasting the event.
Stay calm Orihime
calm and
focused
"If it isn't at his finest, can I help you with something Kurosaki-san," Orihime scoffed
Ichigo raised his eyebrows before answer
"Indeed there is."
Ichigo paused before continuing
"It seems to me that you and I got off on the wrong foot the other night."
Orihime just stared
"So what"
Ichigo's frown morphed into a smile that caught Orihime in her throat
Dammit
Ichigo extended his hand
"Kurosaki Ichigo, it's my pleasure to meet you "
Orihime stared at his hand before responding.
"Motoko Aizen"
"Well Motoko, would you like to come up to the lounge with me?
The arena hushed silent, as the whole world await her response. The blinding lights from the T.V cameras shined on the two young adults as everyone watched the interesting exchange between the two. Ichigo ruffled his orange locks and wiped his face from the sweat that dripped down. Orihime sighed before placing her hands into his strong callous ones.
"Ano I-"
"C'mon lets go", Ichigo grabbed Orihime hand, yanking her up, and lead her away.
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"Aizen-sama you may want to take a look at this"
Ulquiorra stated pointing to the large plasma television on the wall.
Aizen turned around in his chair and smirked slightly at the sight that he saw. Orihime placing her hands in the palms of Ichigo before being walking away together. Cameras continued to follow the pair as security led them past the paparazzi and into the interior of the Tokyo dome. The stadium was roaring with the audience clapping, screaming and muttering and excitement of all that was occurring.
"This same clip has been broadcast on ten different major channels. Blogs, tabloids and magazines are going to be headlining this topic all wondering the same question-"
"Who is Motoko Aizen?"
Ulquiorra nodded before continuing
"Rival mob clans and underworld Lords are going to be running a shit load of background checks and information on her. Trying to find something, anything to trace her back to someone."
Aizen grabbed a cigar in this pocket and lit it.
"Looks like our little princess is doing more than we could have asked."
Ulquiorra stared motionless as a heavy quietness filled the room.
Aizen let out a breathy sigh of smoke before continuing.
"Ulquiorra make sure Szayel and Aaroniero are on top of ensuring that our darling Motokos information is matched up with ours. I'm expecting every trace back to her to be perfectly aligned to us. Information on the dark web needs to be coded down to perfection."
Aizen turned around to the screens on the other side of the room. On them were different views of rooms inside and out that focused into Orihime's house and the Kurosaki Estate.
"Did Stark and Zommari finish installing the cameras and tracking devices yet?"
"Hai. Satellites and his crew have been on the job all day."
Aizen nodded before turning back to the paper that laid across his lap.
The will of Kurosaki Isshin.
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Orihime and Ichigo, accompanied by Ichigos security team, were upstairs in the secluded area of his suite room. Orihime inwardly groaned at the amount of spot light that was going to placed on her after this night. Paparazzi had been following the pair until security was finally able to separate the pair from the mobs of people surrounding them.
Orihime watched as Ichigo pulled out a blunt and lit it. After taking a long drag, Ichigo extended his hand to Orihime, offering her the blunt.
Rolling her eyes Orihime leaned over and plucked the blunt from Ichigo's hand before placing it between her own lips. Pressing the brown joint between her lips and inhaling the cannabis orihime exhaled the smoke the wind blowing through her hair as she saw her breathe. Orihime tilted her head as she funneled with the joint in her hand.
"Where did you learn how to smoke like that?"
"Oh Kurosaki-san there's a lot you don't know about me. The mafia world runs through my veins"
The Kurosaki Monarch paused before smirking.
"I like a mystery."
"You sure you wanna open Pandora's box?", Orihime took a longer drag before exhaling and throwing her head back in pleasure.
Ichigo took a sip of his cranberry and vodka before looking curiously at Orihime
"Well then, Motoko tell me more about yourself"
Orihime let out a reluctant sigh before answering.
"I'm 21 years old. I've lived in London, America and Japan however after the death of my parents Aizen-san became my caretaker."
Ichigo chuckled before speaking
"It seems that we both share the unfortunate similarity of losing someone close to us."
Orihime eyes locked with Ichigo
"Death is a part of the game we play, it's the life that we chose."
"Isn't that right Motoko?"
Orihime nodded lightly
Ichigo smirked before rising from his seat. The Kurosaki Patriarch slowly began to pace back and forth across the room as if he were in deep thought. Orihimes eyes dauntingly followed and watched the mans every move. Ichigo stopped before abruptly turning to look Orihime directly in her eyes.
"Do you believe in coincidences Motoko?"
"Why do you ask."
Ichigo narrowed his eyes, almost as if he were searching for an answer in Orihimes. He shook his head before finally breaking his gaze from her.
"What are the odds for two strangers to cross direct paths twice in last two weeks Motoko-san?"
silence pierced the room
"Pretty fucking weird isnt it; almost as it were to good to just be a-
coincidence.
Orihime starred at Ichigo, speechless. Ichigo walked towards orihime before kneeling in front of her, his faces inches away from hers.
"Who are exactly are you Motoko Aizen."
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Orihime stared blankly back at Ichigo. She could feel his icy cold breathe graze across her face and the scent of his cologne infiltrate her nose.
fuck fuck fuck fuck
Orihime scoffed loudly and a look of shock formed across her face.
"I'm just like you; sick, twisted and lost in this fucked up world." She leaned back into the couch as an exasperated sigh escaped her lips.
"but yet here we both are."
Before Ichigo could respond back, the Inoue matriarch quickly walked over to the balcony. Orihime needed, fresh air quick because this was all becoming to fucking much. Opening the sliding door she stepped out into the cold air and deeply breathed in the crisp Tokyo night. Orihime knew that everything she said and was being recorded, and if For a split second her story stopped connecting she was fucked. Orihime clamped her eyes shut and tried to calm herself down.
Breathe
She knew Ichigo was on to her. He was purposely asking her these questions because he knew- they both knew that this couldn't be just by chance. He was right: nothing in life is ever by chance.
Orihime shrieked when she felt something embrace her around the waist. She quickly looked behind her to see Ichigos arms wrapped around her.
"Kurosa-
"Ichigo, call me Ichigo."
Orihime gulped
"What the hell are you doing Ichigo."
He shrugged
"There is something about you Motoko. I don't know what the hell it is. Ever since our encounter that day, you have been on my 's my second time really meeting you and there's just something about you. It is fucking weird but-"
Ichigo gently touched Orihimes chin, tilting it towards him. He lowered his face toward hers and for a second Orihime could feel his breathe graze over her face.
"It captivates me."
Orihime's doe eyes watched Ichigo as he took another drag from his blunt before leaning in towards her.
"What are yo-"
"Don't waste the high Motoko. Capture it before it's too fucking late", he mumbled his lips grazing hers before claiming them
And she let him.
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Authors Note:
Wow it's crazy how time really flies. I didn't think it would take me 4 years to update this story but here we are lol. When I first began writing this story I wanted to slowly develop the plot and the characters, however I feel like if I keep at this pace i'll only be dragging things out way longer than I really need to. So in the next chapters the pace is going to start to speed up. I definitely will finish this story and hopefully I'll be able to update with some sort of consistency. I thank those of you who have waited patiently for me to update, those who leave me PM's, reviews and for all of you who just click on my story and enjoy reading it. I have no clue when the next update will be, hopefully sooner than later. Please please please don't forget to leave a review :)
Until next time!
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