Notes: LOOOOOL the arguably long-awaited 5th chapter! Sorry guys for the wait. I have been getting so many PMs to update this. As you read I am writing chapter 6 so it shouldn't take too long again. Thank you for reading! To make it easier just follow the story so you don't have to keep checking lol. Hope you enjoy...! PS does anyone get the pun in the title? See if you get it by the end of the chapter lol.
Chapter 5: Coming to Terms
"Oooh, Byakuya..." Yoruichi purred. She lay on his bed, plum hair sprayed over the sheets as she shivered her bosom to his touch. Atop of her, Byakuya massaged her back as she pressed against his enlarged member. Every so often, he let his hand punish her with a spanking. She'd arch her back in response. Shifting her knees, Yoruichi begged him to enter her with shallow breath. "You're the only one I've ever wanted, Kuchiki-dono. Please...punish me for disrespecting you!" Byakuya smirked, grey eyes scanning her body. His nails pressed into the skin of her waist and he groaned, feeling the wet heat of her belly.
Byakuya had this same dream, night after night. He would wake up stroking himself, ashamed. He was convinced that that woman was a thing of the past. Yet, Yoruichi hijacked his dreams. Byakuya sat up and pressed his face into his palms. Everything else in his life had returned to normal. He was once again up before the birds, he was exceeding his own work schedule – the manor was quiet and orderly. The only thing wrong with him was his raging desire; the desire he had suppressed for so long since Hisana's passing. Yoruichi had unshackled it and left the cage unlocked. Byakuya found himself obsessed with love-making, fantasising any moment he allowed his mind to slip. And Yoruichi was frequently the object of those fantasies.
He would not admit it, but Yoruichi was amazing in bed. She exceeded Hisana in many ways. Unlike his beloved, he wasn't afraid to claw at her or thrust into her; he could be rough. He could totally let himself go. She was the only one to see him fully unmasked. But, Byakuya didn't think she deserved it. 'There is more to love than just love-making,' he told himself. So what if Yoruichi could make tears form at his eyes when he reached bliss? It didn't matter because now he believed he could not love someone like her. He hid his emotions while she proudly wore hers. He acted on duty; she acted on her heart's content. It just couldn't be. It was a waste of time.
Byakuya found himself in the kitchen at 7:00am, handsomely stuffing his face with strawberry shortcake. Another reason to hate Yoruichi: she had opened two cages within him. Ever since their short-lived relationship ended a few weeks ago, he frequently indulged in his favourite treat she had re-introduced. Byakuya had been eating so much cake he skipped main meals to avoid gaining any weight. Byakuya had a gut feeling Yoruichi had swiftly moved on. He hated that she could leave him such an utter mess (he considered, anyway) and continue to smile and laugh like nothing had happened. Byakuya silently wished her ill, wiping the cream from his mouth. For a second, he imagined the cloth to be her tongue, but quickly waved this from his thoughts. 'This cannot persist. I must get back to myself.'
Yoruichi fingered her collar bone, rolling onto her back. "Kisuke, that was amazing," she sighed, licking her lips. Urahara grinned, ticking her chest. "I still got it after all these years! No wonder Soi Fon was always so jealous of me," he laughed. Kisuke wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Didn't know you still had it in you," he murmured. Yoruichi sat atop of him, smiling seeing his stupidly satisfied face. "You'd be surprised," she teased, playfully tugging his chest hair. She didn't know it, but Byakuya was right – Yoruichi always moved on quickly. She had done so when she, Tessai and Urahara left the Soul Society, and she surely did now. Byakuya was going to be the last thing on her mind. She was over him. Right now, she wanted Kisuke again. Yoruichi interlaced their fingers and pulled his hands up to her breasts. Kisuke blushed.
"Hey, Yoruichi...why don't we just relax now?" he suggested, squeezing his eyelids together. "I think we've had enough fun...I don't wanna get sore!" Yoruichi dropped his hands, cocking an eyebrow. "Stop? But I'm only getting started," she whined, pursing her lips. They had only done it 4 times. Byakuya never complained; he could go all night. Urahara stretched up from the tatame mat. "But I've got to work on some projects." He slid his legs out from underneath her and stood up, getting dressed. Yoruichi slowly shook her head in disappointment. She loved Kisuke, but he always finished too quickly. She folded her arms and tossed her head back, eyeing him. "You're not any fun, Kisuke." He glanced at her. "You weren't saying that a few minutes ago..." He popped on his hat and beamed like he did with new customers. "As I always say, make yourself at home! Just put some clothes on before Jinta and Ururu suspect anything...!" Urahara left the room, sliding the door closed.
"Oh, Kisuke," she whispered, loosening her arms. She had told Byakuya she could have any man she wanted. Yoruichi had been fooling around with Urahara for some weeks, enjoying their rekindled 'friendship with benefits.' However, it seemed different. Yoruichi had only been with 3 men in her entire life; she never thought Byakuya could be at the top of her list. Ever since she was with him, she couldn't help but compare her love ventures. Up until now she thought Kisuke was a sex god – it never even crossed her mind that he 'finished early.' He might have known how to please every inch of her, but it wasn't the same – especially because lately, her libido was through the roof. Urahara just couldn't satisfy her like Byakuya did. 'Come to think of it, I liked it when Byakuya had his way with me, despite what I want.' He hadn't been afraid to take control; to be the man he had become. Yoruichi rattled her head. "Last thing on my mind," she uttered repetitively. He was just a spoilt brat that happened to know how to handle a woman. And Yoruichi was an independent woman; she didn't need a man telling her what to do. She crouched on the mat and transformed into her cat form. 'I don't need him.'
After a few weeks of an affair, Yoruichi went back to the Soul Society to perform her duties as head of the Shihouin clan. She only visited the human world to see Ichigo and his friends or if she wanted Kisuke. One morning, she sat on a large beige pillow in the middle of her room reading some statements. As she eased the sheets closer to read, she grunted, elbowing her chest. Putting the sheets aside, she grumbled. "What is wrong with you guys?" Yoruichi pressed her breasts together, trying to soothe them. They were especially tender these last few days. She didn't bother re-reading the text as she didn't feel like it anymore. Instead, she reached for the bowl of chilli rice crackers by her foot, and dipped the snack in the other bowl filled with whipped cream. She didn't know why, but it was a tasty concoction she had been craving while staying with Kisuke. "Sooo good," she hummed. She really wanted to stuff her face right now, but she felt queasy and bloated – almost all the time. Yoruichi's bladder felt like it was about to explode.
"Lady Yoruichi," a man called through the door. "Yes?" she said, slightly irate. Her mood went up and down like a see-saw. "Hurry up and tell me!" she yelled, locking her legs together. "Lady Yoruichi, Kukaku Shiba has arrived at your request and is waiting upon your arrival." "Okay, okay. Tell her I'm coming." Yoruichi rushed to her bathroom to release again; she had gone to the toilet about an hour ago and since then drank nothing. 'What the hell is wrong with me?'
It was the perfect way to get her out of his mind. "Ten reasons why I hate Yoruichi Shihouin," Byakuya read aloud. He would paste this above his bed so he could wake up to it every morning. Seeing that would surely end these indecorous dreams of his.
"Number 1: her untimely fashion." He couldn't be with someone who was always late. She had absolutely no regard for others' time.
"Number 2: her ghastly laugh." A true lady would never bare her teeth like a wild dog at a humorous topic.
"Number 3: her disregard for the law." Yes, Byakuya had broken a few rules in his time, but he was mostly a law-abiding citizen. She has consistently shown blatant disrespect for authority (including him) since fleeing to the human world.
"Number 4: her disregard for her duty." He knew for a fact Yoruichi did not take her role as Head of the Shihouin clan as seriously as he took his.
"Number 5: her endless games of tag." Yes, Yoruichi had single-handedly destroyed a much-loved childhood game for him.
"Number 6: her mouth." The sound of that damned voice. The way her sumptuous lips moved when she bad-mouthed him. The feeling it gave him when she pressed that sexy death trap against him. He hated it all.
"Number 7: her hair." Yoruichi's mane was untamed; not like his sleek, raven locks. A true princess would not have hair such as that.
"Number 8: her eyes." Byakuya was certain those were the eyes of the devil himself; of the hollows in Hueco Mundo. Those liquid gold orbs singed his skin as they'd trail down to his special place. They hypnotised him, making him want her despite all the trouble she gave him.
"Number 9: her rifling hands." Hands that roamed his manor, pushing and opening things that shouldn't be touched. Those same hands that unfittingly fondled him.
"Number 10: her human form." He hated that body just as much as he hated the cat. Her body was shapely, like the elegant calligraphy on his walls. Every move she made sparked fireworks in him, from the movement of the muscles in her legs when she walked to the way her waist swayed when she danced for him on his bed. Of anything, he hated that damned body that ultimately led him astray.
Byakuya sighed.
He pasted the list to his bed and sat. Feeling a vein pop in his temple, he realised that this list did not help one bit.
"Why the hell did you drag my ass all the way over here?" Kukaku bellowed across the room, tossing a pillow at Yoruichi. "Hey, relax! You never come to visit me; it's nice for a change," Yoruichi explained, dodging the missile. "And I didn't force you to come. You obviously felt obliged since you know what I said was true." Kukaku growled, leaning forward on the mat. She lit up her smoke pipe to cool herself down. Yoruichi stood up to take a plate of tea and snacks from a maid. "Thanks," she uttered, bending down to the table. Kukaku raised a brow.
"You've gotten fat," she jeered, hiding her laugh. Yoruichi was on fire. "What did you say?" she questioned angrily, twitching her brow. "I said you've gotten fat." Yoruichi dropped the tray, jumping onto Kukaku grabbing her top. Kukaku managed to keep the pipe in her mouth. "Woah, when did you start taking things to heart? What's your problem?" She grunted. She was right. Yoruichi was easily irritated lately. She loosened her grip on Kukaku and wandered over to the other side of the table to sit down. "I'm sorry," Yoruichi said. Kukaku blew out some smoke. "Don't worry. I wasn't kidding though – about you gaining a little weight." "Do you want to get your ass kicked?" Yoruichi retorted, trying to blow out the internal flames. She glanced at her own body – that was the last thing she wanted to hear. She took pride in her physique. Yoruichi grabbed a handful of chilli rice crackers and dropped them into the whipped cream. Kukaku looked perplexed. "Interesting snack choices. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've been hanging out with that Orihime chick. What did you call me over here for, anyway?" Yoruichi licked the cream off her fingers, bumbling with her mouth full. "I don't feel like myself! I don't know what's wrong with me." "I can see that," Kukaku murmured. "What the hell's wrong, Yoruichi?" Yoruichi complained, "I feel so bloated; my boobs hurt like crazy; I keep eating all this weird stuff because for some reason it tastes so good; my mood goes up and down; my bladder feels like I drank a gallon of water and my friend just told me I look fat!" She breathed hard. "Not to mention my sex drive is out of control...!" Kukaku frowned as her cheeks flushed pink. She rubbed her chin.
"I think I've read about this. Have you been messing around, Yoruichi?" Yoruichi's eyes widened. Kukaku continued, "This might sound crazy, but maybe you should see Squad 4 or something. It sounds like you..." Yoruichi leaned in. "You might be pregnant." At that moment, Yoruichi's heart crashed against the floor. She felt the cold sweat break out against her skin. 'Kukaku is out of her mind...out of her mind. This can't be,' she frantically thought. Yoruichi stuffed her mouth with more chilli crackers and cream, feeling nauseous. "I-I...just give me a minute," Yoruichi stuttered, forcing a smile. She stood up and started making her way to the door, but curled up, feeling a cramp. Before she knew it, her snacks were on the mat, filling the room with a rancid scent.
Kukaku covered her nose. "Another symptom is morning sickness," she informed.