The Eve Project
Ichigo is just your average, smart, healthy, young, virile male college student. Besides having a part-time job and three horny friends who're always after their hot and sexy neighbours, all seems normal. Until the fateful night he decided to help a girl he found naked on a dumpster who insists that she was sent from the future to search for a healthy human male and save the human race.
Disclaimer: I don't own bleach :P (but I want to haha)
A/N: ADVANCE HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUKIA KUCHIKI (On Jan. 14 so here's Chap 14 haha *winks*)! OH MY GOD I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH I SWEAR IT HURTS! I. AM. NOT. KIDDING. THANK YOU FOR GIVING US OUR QUEEN, KUBO! FOR THAT, I AM FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT. HAHA On with the chapter...
Chapter 14: Feelings and Other Tribulations I
Hot...
He was feeling so hot.
He was burning...
They were burning.
He knew that she was feeling it too—the burning desire of being together... of being close and losing yourself to one another. That was enough assurance for him. He didn't need any other reason because he was contented with their situation... with this moment.
Her sweet soft lips were moving against his more experienced ones, gently enough for both of them to savour the pleasure in this dance that their entwined lips were doing. She gasped and arched her back when his hand reached to massage one of her supple breasts. His palm caressed the mound of flesh while he watched her as she let out a soft moan and breathe out a sigh of contentment.
He placed his forehead on hers with his eyes locked on her half lidded amethyst orbs. Her hands came up and stroke his cheeks while the sound of their ever growing panting filled the air in chorus. Her cheeks were flushed red from desire, her lips were all puffed-up thanks to his, and her eyes scanned him and all his glory as though embedding this moment in her memories.
He felt his heart swell at the thought of him being the one in this position but at the back of his mind an argument has sprung on whether this was real or not. But he simply shook those thoughts away.
Real or not, he couldn't care less for at this moment she was his... and his alone.
He caught her lips again but this time he moved in a bit more aggressive manner... more possessive.
Mine.
She didn't mind and just complied with just as much force—a silent response to his unspoken word.
Yours.
Both their hands explored each other's bodies with much satisfaction. The building sensations were making it difficult for him to bear with his growing arousal. He released her lips and moaned her name with so much desire—a tone that clearly portrayed his desperate need to be satiated by her and her only.
"I'll be gentle... I promise..." his voice was husky but sincere with his mind still putting her above all else. She smiled in appreciation of his gesture.
"Just go with your instincts..." she assured him.
And just like that, he let his instincts take over.
She let out a long moan which was soon muffled by another passionate kiss when he completely slid his full length inside her... completing her. He groaned at the feeling of her hot wet core gripping him tightly but as promised, he moved gently for her to slowly adjust to his huge size. She gripped the pillow behind her head and began eliciting moans of ecstasy as she felt him moving in and out of her over and over. His pace gradually increased as they both got used to the rhythm created by their slamming hips. He groaned and delved down to send sweet kisses on the crook of her neck while he continued on with his pace.
"Ah... ah... I'm... almost... ahh... there..." She moaned in between pants and her breath quickened as though there was not enough oxygen in the room for them both. Ichigo propped himself up to look at her, feeling close to the peak of pleasure as well. He moved with much force this time, a bead of sweat running down the edge of his cheek and his hands gripping the sheets hard.
"Rukia..." He moaned.
"Aahh..." She moaned back closing her eyes, taking all of him and feeling the pleasure increase together with his pace.
He was almost there... He can feel it...
But before all of this ends, he needed to hear it.
"S-say my name..." He huffed as he rested his forehead on hers once again.
"Yes... yes... ooh... yes..." She let out barely in pants as she concentrated on losing herself in the pleasure brought about by his movements and the sweet friction they created. Her hands caressed his cheeks again then they travelled down to grip his shoulders. He felt her arch her back and her head was thrown back as she hit the peak of ecstasy. With everything she's got, she yelled as loud as she could...
"Aah! RENJI!"
And right on cue, Ichigo's eyes snapped open. His body sat up so quickly it was like he was splashed with icy cold water in the middle of a burning hot dream. He placed his face on his palms as he calm his rapidly beating heart and catch his breath. Once he felt a bit better, he ran his fingers through his hair and looked at the wall clock that says 4:30 AM. It was no surprise that it was still dark out, he figured. Then he turned to the sleeping petite girl beside him, thankful that his frantic movements didn't wake her up. She had a big day ahead of her and needed rest. But the idea of the day ahead just made him feel a huge pang in his chest. Yes, he remembered the dream he just had and for some reason, he found himself shaking in god knows what... jealousy? Anger?
But why?
For one, he didn't even have the right to feel angry or jealous when he was the one who refused her in the first place.
But then... why was he so goddamn possessive and selfish?
It's just Rukia.
Is she really that hot for him to be so horny that he dreams about them having sex... almost every night?
Well, sure it's normal to be attracted to someone, and for a teenage boy with raging hormones to lust over someone of the opposite sex... but to want her this much? Is that still even normal?
I'm probably going crazy.
And turning into one of those obsessive freaks you watch on late night TV.
He sighed.
No. This was just probably his hormones... yeah... He kept repeating to himself to justify that he wasn't going insane.
Maybe I should just watch porn again... or I could just jerk off...
Right now...
While she's here... sleeping and she won't even kno—WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING!? NO. No. There's no way I'm doing that! Absolutely not! I am a decent person. And decent men, I mean, decent human beings, don't do that to innocent fifteen year old girls regardless of whether they are sent from the future or not.
He glared at her form as though she was all there is to blame for his suffering.
You! So what if I'm a bit attracted to you!? What's the big deal? That's normal! It's how I act in accordance to this stupid attraction that matters. Besides, this is just some stupid phase that I need to get over with. It will probably pass soon enough...
... hopefully.
His eyes then softened at her and he sighs. He went and adjusted her blanket to cover up a bit more of her shoulders better, effectively tucking her in.
Watching her sleep soundlessly while he battled with his stupid feelings and emotions made him realize how unfair the situation really was... and by situation, he means the situation of being attracted to someone who probably isn't interested in you... that way.. and was just interested with simply having sex with you. And you probably don't even turn her on.
He sighed.
I wonder if I'm the only one who's had perverted dreams... Does she even have those kinds of thoughts?
He observed her innocent sleeping face and couldn't help but feel ashamed by these thoughts.
Yes, I'm probably the only one who has these thoughts thanks to this sick perverted bastard of a brain that I have.
Ichigo got back down on the bed and decided to lie down really close to her. She didn't even move as the orange head lied down on his side facing her. They were so close that their faces were mere centimetres away from one another. He could even feel the light breathing coming out of her slightly parted lips. His eyes then focused on her lips and his heart began to race again but he made no attempt to move away. Instead, he remained still. Close to her while his heart frantically tried to leap out of his rib cage.
Wouldn't it be fair if her heart would go like this whenever she's near me?
He scoffed to himself bitterly at the impossibility of the idea ever happening.
Yeah... that would definitely be... fair.
He sighed again and was about to pull away when her hand stopped him by clutching his shirt unconsciously. He blinked twice and saw her lips slightly curve up to a smile.
Well she's probably dreaming of nonsense stuff like rabbits, plush toys, eggs... or maybe... Renji?
He felt his blood boil at the thought but he immediately let it go.
"Whoever it is, just make sure you call out the right name," he whispered sarcastically not expecting a reply when she suddenly moaned back. "Mmm... Ichigo..."
She then let go of him and turned to face the other side leaving him frozen as he rekindled his thoughts after what just happened.
Oh what he would give to know what she was dreaming about.
Even so, he let himself rejoice in the tiny bit of satisfaction in knowing that she also dreams about him.
Finally, after some time playing dress-up and a never ending argument of what the petite girl should or shouldn't wear, they settled on the simple yellow dress which won against wearing a huge male shirt and pants that came into a close second. Those, of course, were up against a gazillion other cute outfits which they all deemed suddenly too "inappropriate" for the occasion.
Technically, finding an outfit where Rukia would look good in wasn't a big problem, heck just as what Keigo said, even if she wore a rag, she'd still look really really cute in it. It was just a matter of looking too good or much less beautiful than she already was. She only needed to attract one guy, and not a whole crowd of men. An orgy was definitely out of the question!
And Rukia's question of "What's an orgy?" is quickly shut down by an angry "It's nothing! And no! We don't have a video of it!" from an exasperated orange head.
When Rukia was all ready, she gave the guys one last twirl then smiled which made them all sigh in satisfaction and the slight feeling of jealousy towards a certain red head who'd be spending the rest of the day with this beautiful young woman.
"So? Are we going?" She asked the group, effectively cutting their awe-filled expressions and thoughts.
"Just one more thing," said Ichigo who then turned to Kon and asked for his phone. The young man hesitated for a bit but handed it over to his cousin nonetheless. Ichigo punched in a few digits before handing it to Rukia. The girl blinked twice at the offered device before she looked at guy giving it to her in confusion.
"Take it. If anything bad happens, we're all on speed dial," he explained then he taught her how the speed dial works. She nodded in understanding then put the phone inside the side pocket of her yellow outfit. When everyone was ready, they went off with all of them agreeing to accompany Rukia in meeting her red-headed date first before they all headed to class.
When they arrived at the university, Renji was already waiting by the school fountain. His red hair was tied up into a ponytail and he was wearing a plain green turtleneck sweater and khaki pants. He stood up when he saw Rukia and her friends, who were all giving him menacing looks, approaching. The girl stopped to turn to her chaperones for the last time.
"So, this is it. Wish me luck!" She told them trying to hide the nervousness in her tone with excitement. Everyone tried to give her some last minute advice about simply kicking the guy's ass if he does something too inappropriate or to scream or yell for help if she could. She nodded in understanding then turned to the only person who has not spoken a word since they got there. Ichigo had his arms crossed over his chest, his deep scowl in tack. And what was he doing exactly? Well, he was simply giving Renji a glare that could send normal people scampering in fear but the young man directed by this intense look simply glowered back.
"Hey! Don't do that or you'll scare him away!" Rukia called out cutting the stare down and catching Ichigo's attention by waving a hand in front of his face.
"Psch." He backed down in annoyance and placed his hands inside his pockets, looking anywhere else but her. There was a slight pause and he could feel her looking at him as though she was waiting for him to say something... or do something. It felt like a small eternity until she sighed and turned to the others and bid them good bye once again. As she walked away towards her date, who was in turn waiting for her by the fountain, she suddenly felt a hand tug on her arm. She stopped and turned to see the owner of the hand looking straight at her. His chocolate colored eyes looking just as surprised as her violet ones.
"What?" She breathed out in surprise.
"I-I... um..." Ichigo opened and closed his mouth as though he didn't really know what to say and was clearly too shocked by his own actions.
Say something... damn it... anything!
"D-don't... be home too late... I'll... make curry," He ended up saying. He wanted to punch himself at what he said... although, he wasn't exactly sure of what he wanted to say. Rukia's eyebrows furrowed a bit as she processed what he said then she smiled. "Okay, I've never had curry before so I'll come home early then." And slowly, he felt her slipping away from his grip. His hand unconsciously closed to a tight fist when she walked away to meet up with the red head. The guys were left watching as Renji walked away with their petite friend.
"Just look at that asshole trying to show off, sure he has a huge body, still, he's not even good looking," Keigo murmured bitterly voicing out his thoughts when the two seemed out of hearing. But then, Renji flashed them a glare of his own which made the others all cower behind Ichigo who was unfazed by the gesture.
"Your friends are really interesting," he smirked turning to Rukia this time, satisfied after seeing their ridiculous reactions. She nodded, "Mmm. They are."
Keigo burst as soon as he was sure that the two were gone, "I just don't really trust that guy! I mean did you see how he glared at us!?"
"Well, we have been glaring at him a lot," Hanataro tried to make sense of everything but the others don't seem psyched about giving "Red" the benefit of the doubt.
"Oh come on, we don't even know the guy!" Moe added but Hanataro simply shrugged, "We never know, maybe he's not so bad."
"Why the fuck do you keep defending him!?" this time it was Kon who was raging in annoyance but the little man reasoned how instead of worrying about Rukia, they should just hope for the best since as of now, they can't really do anything to change the situation. That got everyone thinking for a moment.
Point well made.
Keigo sighed in disappointment, "I don't know guys. It still feels like we sold her."
"We did not sell her... it's not like she had a choice—"
"Because the only one with a choice here was you, Ichigo." Kon's statement had everyone stopping in their tracks. Although he wasn't looking at his cousin when he said it, the tension was definitely in the air.
Ichigo, who was walking ahead of the others and had his back on them, finally turned to Kon with a face that is devoid of any emotion. That gesture only made the tension grow higher within the group. Keigo and Moe were getting ready to restrain the two in case a fight broke out... or at least try to restrain them when suddenly, Ichigo decided to break eye contact. He simply turned his back on them and just walked ahead without uttering a single word. When no one made a move to go after him, Hanataro decided to take initiative but was immediately stopped by Kon.
"Please apologize to him," Hanataro pleaded knowing that two Kurosaki's fighting was never a good thing, especially in their house.
Kon sighed in defeat at his little friend's request, "Fine."
Hanataro could have sworn that he's been stuck on the same page for god knows how long and he just couldn't take it anymore. He shot the culprits of his dilemma with the best glare he could muster but they seem unaffected by it. In fact, they didn't even seem to notice it because Keigo and Moe were too pre-occupied with snickering together while they read some manga that was conveniently hidden behind some academic books.
Hanataro felt his eyebrow twitch in irritation. "Would you guys keep it down?! You're distracting me!"
"Well we need a distraction too from worrying about Rukia and this is all we have!" Keigo defended, nodding towards what he was reading.
"Then can you distract yourselves a little more quietly," the annoyed young man retorted in an angry whisper. "I'm trying to study and besides, we're in a library, in case you've forgotten."
"How could you even study knowing that Rukia is out there, risking her life for the w—"
Hanataro cut in Moe's statement, "Technically, she's strong enough to take care of herself."
"But isn't that Renji guy a biology student?"
"So?" Hanataro asked, not really getting Keigo's point.
"So!? What if he gets too interested in the anatomy of a futuristic girl, then he brings her to his secret lab and does experiments on her!" He then began to pull on his brown hair as though he was going crazy. "NOOO!"
Immediately, a round of "SSHHHH!" echoed throughout the library to shut up the screaming/crying boy. Hanataro couldn't help but roll his eyes at his friend's over-active imagination. Although he was worried about Rukia too, he was pretty confident that Renji wouldn't exactly hurt Rukia in the way Keigo had imagined it. He explained that first and foremost, Renji was still just a student who is probably incapable of experimenting on Rukia. And the second but most important reason was the fact that Renji doesn't know anything about Rukia's mission.
"Wait what!?" The two clueless boys cried out in chorus.
And another round of "SSSHHH!" was heard, this time with Hanataro joining in on the hushing.
"You mean he doesn't know about the future thing—"
"but yesterday she said—"
"From what Rukia told me this morning," the little man began to clear out. "She tried to keep their conversations yesterday as normal as she possibly could. She said that she didn't want to freak the guy out if it turned out that he wasn't as open with the idea of aliens and time travel like we were."
The boys looked at each other then back at Hanataro with a single question hanging in the air.
Then what exactly did she tell him?
"Thank you so much for agreeing with this. It's re—"
"Y-yeah... yesterday you told me that you needed me," Renji cleared out while he and Rukia walked side by side, not really sure of where they are headed.
"I do!" The girl replied with much craze. "I've been looking for someone like you for awhile now and when I found you I just couldn't let this go."
The young man stopped walking and Rukia had no choice but to stop as well. Her face was met by a serious look coming from her companion. "What exactly is it that you need from me?"
She knew he'd ask something like that but she was still torn between telling him the truth or just lying about the whole thing until she got what she needed.
Besides, telling the truth didn't exactly work out the first time. The thought of a certain orange-head had her feeling a squeeze around her heart and she quickly shoved those thoughts away.
She then smiled up at Renji while she tried her best to compose her words. "We just need to... um... get to know each other better... somewhere... private maybe?"
Renji, though still mesmerized by her smile, looked at her suspiciously as though trying to read between her words.
"Renji?" She called out with a worried look, cutting through his thoughts. He shook his head a bit.
"S-sorry I just remembered something unpleasant," he muttered, nervously putting a finger inside the turtle neck of his sweater and pulling it a bit as though it was tightly choking him.
"Was it because of me?" Her face suddenly morphed into a look full of concern that actually caught Renji off guard. He tried to look away from those beautiful piercing purple eyes.
"It's nothing, I guess I'm just not in the mood to go around—"
"Then we don't have to go anywhere!" Rukia said firmly and she made to touch him to make sure that he's alright, asking him all sorts of questions on whether he was hurting somewhere. She caught him by surprise and had him frozen on the spot as she checked him up.
He thought to himself that something definitely is different about the girl in front of him. She was giving him this look that's so sincere and caring... like she's genuinely worried and genuinely nice to people... or to anyone... regardless of who they are or what they look like...
His face softened and yet this fact only makes him feel really guilty...
Of what he's about to do.
Why did it have to be her?
He was pissed... oh hell he was so pissed that he couldn't even concentrate during class. He gripped his pen hard as he drew random scribbles on his notebook.
Why was Ichigo feeling so annoyed again? Well, it was all thanks to the fact that his cousin's words had struck him some place deep inside that he just couldn't get rid of the awful feeling of a certain emotion...
Guilt.
That's right.
Nothing but goddamn guilt was ruining his already horrible day.
He shot a glare towards Kon who was sitting on the end side of the classroom, with his head propped up by his left hand, trying to stay awake.
Ichigo growled inwardly at the sight. So what if he chose not to do it with her? Hasn't he done enough yet? He did rescue her from her awful state on the dumpster a week ago. He offered to let her stay even though they all refused to the first time. Heck, he even tried to help her fix that stupid cube thing of hers!
And what does he get in return?
All the blame thrown at him!?
He didn't even take advantage of her when he clearly could! He was supposed to be the good guy!
BUT THEN WHY THE FUCK IS THAT BACK FIRING ON HIM NOW!?
"Mr. Kurosaki!"
SNAP.
"WHAT!?" He yelled back angrily snapping the pen he was holding in two during the process. And just as quickly as his pen broke, the realization of the situation he was in right now immediately dawned on him. All eyes were on him. Even Kon who was supposedly half asleep was giving him the what-the-fuck-happened look.
The professor cleared his throat and out came his voice filled with so much authority. "If by 'what' you mean what are you still doing here in my class when clearly your mind is elsewhere, I suggest you leave now before I decide to give you a failing mark, Mr. Kurosaki."
Ichigo felt himself tremble in embarrassment and irritation. As if this day could possibly get any worse. He tried his best to keep his mouth shut, and not go berserk on everyone, as he collected his things and walked out the classroom with everyone's gaze following him silently until he was completely out of sight.
He hasn't even walked that far away yet when someone called out to him. Knowing exactly who the owner of the voice was, he simply walked faster but that didn't stop the other person from chasing after him.
"Ichigo! Ichigo! Wait up! Hey!"
"What?" He hissed when he felt his cousin walking beside him.
"Is that all you say now?"
He had to fight the urge, and it was a really strong urge, to punch Kon right there and then but rather just reply with a "What the fuck do you want?" and sounding twice as pissed.
"What happened back there?"
"I don't know," Ichigo quickly quipped not really lying either. Everything happened so fast.
"Look, if this was about before, I'm sor—"
"No, it's not. Just leave me alone and go back to class." This time the orange head stopped walking completely to face his company.
"What? No way, I've wanted to get out of there and needed a distraction. Your timing was perfect!" Kon replied with much enthusiasm while giving Ichigo a tap on the shoulder as a thank you. Ichigo on the other hand, though still annoyed by him, replied sarcastically, "Great. Glad I could help."
And with that, the tension was gone between the two.
"And now," Kon's arm moved to completely drape over Ichigo's shoulders. "how about we go to your work place and get some free grub!?"
"Kon, it's not fucking free! They take those out of my payche—"
KRIIIIIIIING! KRIIIIIIIIING!
Ichigo, escaping from his cousin's hold, quickly brought out his phone from his pocket to see who could possibly be calling him. His eyes widened when he saw the name flashing on the screen.
Kon calling...
Realizing who has Kon's phone right now, he quickly pushed a button to answer the call and put the device on his ear.
"Rukia!? What's wrong!?"
There was no answer. Instead, he could hear someone panting hard on the other end.
"What happe—" He put a hand on Kon's mouth to shut him up and listened carefully. His heart practically dropped when the familiar sound of the girl's voice hit his ear, all shaky and in between heavy breathing.
"H... he... help... m... m-me..." the last one barely a whisper, "... please..."
"Rukia! Rukia where are you!?" He yelled out gripping the phone and looking frantically around hoping anything would give him a clue as to what to do or where to look. He ran a hand over his head in exasperation when there was no answer.
"Rukia! Hey! Don't hang up! I'm coming to get you just tell me where—"
"I... Hah... Ren...ji's... house..." All of a sudden, she gasped and groaned loudly in pain.
And the call ended.
Ichigo had shouted Rukia's name so loudly, he could have sworn that he caught everyone in the university's attention but he couldn't care less about that.
What the fuck is going on!?
Rukia was in trouble...
But how!?
Fuck!
And this was all because of him!
He trembled at the realization. He couldn't breathe and he was practically seeing black and it was as though his knees are about to give out.
Because of him... of his selfishness...
And stupidity...
He was reminded of the panic he felt the first time he saw her on the dumpster and when the huge ass fan fell on her at the diner and when she went missing... All those times he felt the rush, the worry, the helplessness, but this time, combine all those and triple it by god knows how many...
That's probably what he was accurately feeling right now...
Totally fucked.
That and, of course, a massive desire to murder a certain red head.
He felt himself growl inwardly, again unsure of all the mixed emotions he was feeling right now.
Rukia...
She breathed hard as the surge of pain stopped once again for a brief moment. Her glowing eyes, all devoid of the original purple ones, looked at Kon's shattered phone on the tiled floor. Rukia was shaking so much that she couldn't even control it. A few seconds later, the pain returned just as expected and she cried out loud instantly. She curled, holding herself together while she lied on the bathroom floor and tried her best to bear with her suffering.
This pain she was feeling... was so familiar... but how!?
How was it possible that she's feeling this now?
This pain that she had felt growing up but she never got used to...
This excruciating pain that she had to endure... that only the poor little eve had to endure...
The needles...
The vile liquids...
They were all coming back to her...
She closed her glowing eyes shut, stopping the tears that threatened to fall due to the agonizing sensation all over her body. Her silent pleas echoed in the small secluded tiled walls of the bathroom. The tears finally fell in betrayal and yet all she could do was hope that someone or anyone would find her before it was too late.
A/N: Dun. Dun. Dun. *gasps* What have I done!? I'm so sorry for cutting it here. This was supposed to be longer (much much longer than this xD) but I got lazy writing/editing the rest of the second part. Forgive me :(( huhu I'll upload part II as soon as I can. I promise! I wrote a little lemon at the beginning because I have foreseen that I will do something really mean at the end of this chapter like maybe a huge cliff hanger? Haha oh please still love me and review D: Anyways, thank you for all those who continue to support me and this story! Happy New Year everyone! And may we all have an amazing year ahead! ILY guys and God bless :P
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