Story Title: This Twisted Fate
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Bleach.
Warnings: Caution if you dare.
A/N: Hi! I have returned. :) ... Thank you to everybody who have left reviews for TTF; I enjoy reading them as much as you guys enjoy reading this fic. That being said, this chapter is shorter than the others, but that's because I decided to cut the scene I envisioned into two parts because... well you'll see.
Enjoy~
Chapter 8: The Untold Truth
The confined spaces of the narrow alleyway accentuated the scent of the human's fresh blood, grasping and pulling at the pureblood vampire in waves, sending him staggering to his knees, overpowered by the sheer intensity of her rich, exquisite aroma.
The fragile girl could only watch in trepidation, as Kurosaki Ichigo physically reacted to the irresistible smell of her blood. A mixture of hunger, desire, and confusion etched evenly across his pale face, as disbelief and denial clouded his expression until he became livid at sudden awareness.
In full understanding that the Inoue Orihime he had known for the last few years was no vampire, but a human being.
And Orihime knew, she was in no position to stand idly, watching the moments of her downfall unfold, so she forced a small prayer through her teeth, clutching onto the small hope that she could undo the fault that she created.
"Soten Kisshun," The auburn haired girl chanted softly, "I reject."
Clutching her two wounded hands close together, she channeled the mechanisms deep with her body to work its magic. Like clockwork, the small scrapes on her hands and deep gashes on her knees mended itself seamlessly, causing the scent of her blood to vanish, leaving not a single trace, rendering the heir speechless at the sight.
Because it was no longer the shock that Inoue Orihime was a human girl.
No, she was a human girl with abilities to heal her own wounds at will.
"Inoue."
Ichigo's voice tightened around her skin, cold and deadly.
She watched helplessly as his eyes changed from a familiar, deep brown shade to bleeding crimson, a clear indication that she was too late, and that all hell was ready to break loose.
"I- I swear." Orihime stammered, failing to keep her composure together, as she struggled to inch backwards, thinking that the little distance would help her keep them apart, "Whatever you're thinking, y-you're mistaken!"
"Is that so?" Ichigo asked disdainfully.
Effortlessly picking himself up from the ground, Ichigo started to close the gap between them, never taking his unwavering gaze off of Orihime's large, petrified eyes. Even after knowing him for so long, this version of Kurosaki Ichigo was a entirely different beast, unlike anything she had ever encountered, and she trembled in fear at the sight of his menacing glare.
"Oh, how I wish I was."
Without missing a beat, he took a step forward. Then another. And the moment Orihime jumped, her body slammed brutally into the brick wall behind her, knocking the wind right out, with both her tiny wrists held high above her head.
"This isn't time to play pretend, human." Ichigo said dangerously, completely taken over by his bestial side, capitvated by the scent of Orihime's irresistible blood that could compete against no other human.
The vampire's two hands teared into her skin and bones, prompting Orihime to cry out at the raw force of his strength and flinch in pain. Tears gathered at the corners of the poor girl's ashen eyes, threatening to spill over as her heart rate quickened, fright and panic consuming her whole as she caught a glimpse of Ichigo's hardened expression, orbs glowing a deep red, only mere inches away from her own.
"Kurosaki-kun, I-!"
"Careful now." He whispered, dark and hostile, unrecognizable from the kind and compassionate Ichigo she had grown to know and adore, "You have no idea what I want to do to you right now."
Chills ran down Orihime's spine faster than the speed of sound.
And Orihime expected this.
Really, genuinely, prepared for the worst.
But it was a whole lot different seeing it with her own eyes, her beloved classmate and friend long gone.
Before her was just a ruthless monster, ready to kill.
Irrational and acting purely on instinct alone, lust and hunger flickered in his feral gaze, as fangs protruded from his arrogant smirk, eyeing her slender neck, waiting to pierce her flesh at any given moment.
"Unbelievable." He breathed in awe, naturally leaning into the left side of her exposed neck, inhaling sharply upon contact, then immediately releasing a sigh of satisfaction, completely enamored by her unique and enchanting scent.
Orihime used every muscle in her body to refrain from reacting, but the sensation proved to be too overbearing.
The auburn-haired girl instinctively tried to reel herself back into the unyielding wall behind her. However her intentions backfired as the move only allowed the vampire to press their bodies further and harder together, fully aware of their now compromising position.
"Who would have thought?" Ichigo wondered out loud, voice vibrating sending ripples through the said girl, as he molded their bodies together, making them feel every dip, inch, and friction of their tangle.
"Inoue Orihime, a human girl?"
His cold lips ghosted along the length of her neck, planting small infectious kisses in search of her pulse point, and she gasped softly at each peck.
"A fucking fine one, too."
"No-!" She choked out.
But her next words died in her throat as she felt Ichigo bite down softly on a sweet, delicate spot beneath her ear. A combination of tongue, teeth, and fangs nipped at her flawless skin, threatening to break barrier, and a sensual moan escaped from her mouth as a foreign, heated thrill rushed down to her very core, unraveling her entirely.
Only then Ichigo tilted his head back to peak at her hooded gaze, breathe heavily labored by his wicked ministrations, and the tears that Orihime managed to keep at bay began to roll incessantly down her pretty little face.
"You should see the way you look right now, Inoue." he whispered hotly, sporting a triumphant grin for his handiwork, devoid of any sympathy.
"And those hauntingly, beautiful eyes of yours-" he added, leaning close to the side of her face to kiss away the tears on the apples of her cheeks and corners of her eyes, in a gesture so intimate, she seized to exist, "-were always my favorite part about you."
Inoue Orihime struggled desperately.
The events taken over appeared to be far too overwhelming for her, as he quivered helplessly against the pureblood's hold, tugging and pulling against his unrivaled strength. But little did she know, her protest only added fuel to his arousal.
"Please-" She begged, unable to contain herself any longer, but the vampire before her was far more vicious and unrelenting than Orihime could've ever imagined.
"Now, you just gave me a reason to love them even more." He ignored her skirmish, stealing a quick glance before leaning into her ear once again, "I mean, why else did you think we keep them blind-folded? It's the fear that turns us on."
And that sentence alone caused Orihime to freeze altogether, knowing exactly who he was referring to.
Them.
Just when she thought he was going to devour her whole, she felt his presence back off, leaving the two of them arms distance apart, and the sudden lack of support brought her collapsing to her knees.
Like a lifeless doll, the human girl could only stare up at Ichigo in shameless surrender, knowing fully well the untouchable power that vampires possess, and a Kurosaki, nonetheless.
Anything that came his way would not be able to see the light of day, and she fully understood his position as her predator, her Master, her King.
And she was to bow before him as his prey, his slave, his servant.
Foolish of her, she thought, that they could be anything different.
"Now tell me." Ichigo commanded casually.
Orihime tipped her face upward and saw through blurry eyes, as Ichigo inserted one hand into his slack pocket and placed all his weight onto his right foot, knowing fully well that there was no way she'd even attempt to escape from him now.
"How long were you going to hide it for?" he questioned, then supplied, "The fact that you were human?"
She opened her mouth to respond, but not a single word would come out.
Instead Orihime turned her face away, unable to meet his gaze, and balled her fists hard enough for her nails to create half moons in her palms, as she began to shiver against the brisk night's air.
"Answer me." She heard him command, devoid of any emotion or lenience. She knew him better than anybody, how impatient he could be.
"I-" she hesitated, racking her brain for an excuse, a reason, anything. After all, in all the years of living undercover, it wasn't like Orihime hadn't anticipated a situation like this.
Even so, all she could manage to say was:
"I never intended for this to happen."
A second of silence ticked before she was met with a sarcastic scoff.
"Well, obviously." Ichigo responded point-blank, utterly unamused by and ashamed of her unhelpful response, "Or else we wouldn't be having this conversation, now would we?"
Orihime watched as Ichigo crossed and uncrossed is arms, then run his hands through his bright orange hair in clear frustration, as he set out to connect the puzzle pieces together himself.
To formulate an explanation - if there even was one - to the utter nonsense that she was, as he began to come down from his evanescent high.
"Please," Orihime croaked weakly, trying again, "Give me a chance to explain-"
"Explain what?" He interjected coldly.
Kurosaki Ichigo could be merciless when he wanted to be.
"The heinous crime that you are?" He bit harshly, scowling, and those very words slapped her like the truth of it all, and suddenly he snapped, "You're absolutely unforgiveable, Inoue."
It took a moment for the human girl to swallow the heavy lump in her throat and get over the way her heart tore past the ribs in her pounding chest.
Because hurt was understatement for what Orihime was feeling.
The last words out of his mouth completely shattered her.
So as much as the pain clawed her from within, Orihime wished it didn't affect her like the way it did because she didn't know how much longer she could endure such torment, from the very individual she cared about most.
Because this heartbreak was nothing but a continuous hellfire, setting off in every radius around her, consuming her whole, as she wanted nothing more than for time to stop and for the world to end.
But even such escape or death wouldn't do justice for the imposter that she was.
"God…" Ichigo's husky voice trailed off, racking his wits for purchase, "This is insane. For all I know, you could have exacted my downfall from the very beginning." She watched as he considered this statement and how his facial expression contoured into something resentful, despicable even.
"Man, what a way to ruin a guy." he said a bit defeated, crestfallen, "I mean, you know better than anybody… how lots of people would love to see me dead."
"That's not true!" She exclaimed, looking up at him, fists clutching the floor.
She had no right she told herself.
She had no right but to feel the destructive force of his words.
But still.
"I never-"
"Shut up." The pureblood spat bitterly.
Ichigo descended swiftly onto one knee, taking her chin roughly into one of his hands, forcing her to meet him at eye level, and Orihime squeaked.
"I trusted you." Ichigo spoke from his soul, and Orihime could feel his hatred, "Only for what? For you to betray me? Lie to me? You disgust me."
And the pureblood merely watched, as Orihime's eyes go wide, and a single tear slip down her face.
And he knew.
That that was the last tear she had in her.
You disgust me.
Ichigo lowered his head as he said it, bangs covering his eyes, then dropped the hand that held her chin like it scalded him.
"I wanted you for so long, Inoue..."
He confessed desperately.
And when Orihime finally had the will to look at him again, she noticed his eyes return to his usual, warm golden-brown.
.
"… But not like this."
.
Before either of them could react, a rapid bullet flew in between the pureblood and the human girl, causing a momentary explosion and a cloud of smoke to spur. Orihime was yanked from the ground by a mysterious figure and pulled onto her aching feet.
"The fuck?" She heard Ichigo curse loudly, realizing this occurrence was also unbeknownst to him.
The second she regained her balance, Inoue Orihime tried to make a run through the heavy fog. However, the next thing she registered was a click of a pistol and cold barrel held firmly to held to temple, forcing her to remain frozen.
Once the thick of the smoke dispersed, she was placed face-to-face in front of Kurosaki Ichigo, eyes livid, directed at her for a moment before returning to the captors behind her.
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"What is the meaning of this?" Ichigo gritted through his teeth, eyes narrowing, "Starrk? Ulquorirra?"
A/N: Sorry if there are many mistakes... It's honestly not my best chapter imo, but YAY. FINALLY! THE REVEAL... and cameo! :D