Author's Notes:
Enjoy
He poured the warm chocolate down her naked body. She giggled in delight at the sensation.
This had become a newfound adventure inside her bakery after hours.
He leaned forward and kissed her flavored lips.
"Ichigo…" Orihime whispered through her moan. He watched her lips say his name. Ichigo never knew the sound of his name could sound so sexy. "Don't stop."
Ichigo groaned. He was becoming an addict. He wanted her more and more with each kiss, touch, and stroke.
He can only describe this feeling as one thing.
Desire.
Maybe two.
Craving.
He kissed her again and made his way down her body. With each kiss was a sensitive lick of the warm chocolate. Finally at his destination, Ichigo took another spoonful of chocolate and poured it on her pussy. He licked his lips before lapping up the drops that were about to fall.
Orihime shivered at his hot tongue as it got closer to her sensitive spot. She ran her hand through his hair. Moments like this she felt conflicted. He gave her exceeding amounts of pleasure that she could never stop herself from wanting more.
His tongue lapped at her chocolate folds.
"This chocolate cannot compare to your real sweetness."
Orihime moaned.
Ichigo continued to suck and nip at her clit. His tongue delving into her opening gripping her thick thighs that tried to close on him. He pushed his tongue deeper into her entrance devouring her juices mixed with chocolate. He inserted two fingers inside her, so he can focus on her clit.
Orihime threw her head back as she moaned. She began to grind her hips into his mouth giving herself the full experience she craved. Ichigo pounded his fingers into her as he sucked on her clit. Orihime's legs trembled at the different sensations. He felt her body tense before releasing a soul shattering scream.
Orihime grabbed a fist full of his hair pulling him up to her lips. She smashed her lips against his own.
Yes. Desire was a more fitting feeling.
~x~
~Present Day~
He ran into the hospital towards labor and delivery. He leaned over the nursing station desk startling the nurse. "Inoue. Orihime Inoue where is she?"
"May I ask who you are?" the nurse asked recovering from his abrupt appearance.
"Her fiancé. Please I need to be with her."
"Ichigo!" The orange haired man turned his head to the sound of a familiar voice. Uryuu stood in his lab coat down the hall with his hand in the air waving. Ichigo jogged over to him.
"Where is she?"
"Follow me."
Outside of the delivery room, Uryuu handed him scrubs. "Put these on before you go in." He shoved a scrub cap over his cousin's orange mane. While handing him booties, he seen Ichigo breathing erratically. "Breathe Ichigo."
Ichigo gripped the scrubs to his chest.
"You know driving here, I couldn't get that image of her out of my mind. Now I'm back here… again. I don't think I can go through this a second time Uryuu." He looked back at his cousin pleading. "Not again."
Uryuu sighed. "This time it's different. Before it was push and pull but now… its life or death for her." Ichigo cringed. "She's having a baby. Your baby. Now get dressed and be with her. She needs you more than ever."
Once changed into scrubs, Ichigo ran into the delivery room where she was. He first seen the doctor sitting in a rolling stool chair talking to a nurse standing on their side. His eyes shifted to the patient that was crying. Orihime was in a squatting position on the delivery bed holding onto the bar in front of her.
When their eyes met, he noticed the different emotions. First her hazel brown eyes burned with tearful panic, which changed to sadness, then dread and finally sweet relief. His heart dropped at her changing emotions.
Seeing him, she removed one of her hands from the bar and reached out so he can take hold of it. Orihime was frighten delivering their baby on her own. With different masked strangers surrounding her it was a relief to see a familiar face. Knowing he had arrived to be there with her made her feel safe. He was no longer upset with her. Tears continued to fall from her eyes.
"Ichigo… I'm so sorry," she cried as he wrapped his strong hands around her shaking one. He kissed her forehead and squeezed her hand in reassurance.
"AHH!" Orihime wailed. "Oh, it hurts so much… I can't do this!" Ichigo felt useless in this situation.
"Dad." Ichigo opened his eyes and looked towards the calm voice that was between Orihime's legs. "I need you to sit behind Mom and soothe her." She got up and looked at Ichigo. "She is not fully dilated yet but giving her some support should do her some good."
Ichigo understood. He lifted his leg and perched himself behind Orihime. She gripped the squat bar moaning in pain. Her head fell back onto his chest. He placed his hand on her pregnant belly. Looking down at her he was mesmerized. Despite the dripping sweat on her forehead and disheveled hair, she was still beautiful. He felt remorse at the thought of missing this moment. She was in a vulnerable state, and he will protect her.
Ichigo stared at his son wrapped in the hospital baby blanket cuddled close to his chest. Kazui Kurosaki is the name she had given him. Ichigo saw his own orange hair poking out from his son's boggin cap, and her hazel eyes curiously looking back at him.
"You did great Orihime." They had made this child together, and he could not help but dwell in the joy of adding another member to his family.
All the fear he had before meeting his son had left him.
Orihime smiled at her lover holding their son before closing her eyes. The monitors in the hospital room began to blare.
"Orihime!" Ichigo cried out.
~x~
~6 Months Ago~
The sound of fists hitting flesh resounded throughout the basement cellar.
Ichigo sat in his chair leg crossed playing his Mortal Combat game lacking in attention to the man being beaten.
FATALITY came across his screen. He sighed in disappointment. He looked at the time before locking his phone and placing it into his back pocket.
"Alright Chad that's enough." The tall, brown-skinned muscular man took a step back and looked over his shoulder at his longtime friend.
Ichigo uncrossed his legs to stand up from his seat and walked over to the bloody beaten man whose hands and feet were zip tied to the metal armchair. Chad walked away to unwrap his fists and put on his double gun holster.
"Now do you want to answer my question. I don't want to kill you before I know anything."
The young man spit out blood before glaring his non swollen lavender eye at the orange hair man. Ichigo looked back nonchalantly.
"Sorry… I got nothing to say."
"Now Luppi you know I can't accept that as an answer. You came after the good scientist Kisuke Urahara. Obviously, you didn't plan this on your own. You're a known assassin in the underworld so I'll ask you again… Who Hired You?"
"If you know me than you know I can't talk no matter what you do to me. If I talk, you'll kill me anyway. So, I'm not talking."
"I won't kill you. I promise."
"Promises don't mean shit in our world!"
Ichigo nodded while he walked over by Chad to the assortment of tools. He picked up the black handled plier and made his way back to Luppi. "I see."
"What are you going to do? Remove my fingernails?" He balled his hands in fists squirming around in the seat trying to free his hands from the zip tie. "Torturing me until I talk instead of killing me. Wow real creative torture tactic," he said nervously.
"Fingernails? Oh no those can grow back," Ichigo laughed. "I rather your whole finger." Luppi's lone eye widen in fear.
Taking hold of his balled right-hand Ichigo brought the plier down hard on the young man's knuckle causing him to release his hand on reflex. Holding his index finger inside the pliers, Ichigo squeezed.
Luppi hissed out in pain. Ichigo continued to squeeze before pulling.
Luppi screamed out in agony. He stared at his finger hanging by skin and bits of shredded tendon. Blood poured from the injury.
"I'm going to ask you one more time. Who Hired You?" Ichigo murmured towering over Luppi.
"Fuck you Kurosaki! You sick bastard!" he cried out with snot and blood running. Tears falling from both his swollen shut and non-swollen eyes.
He reached for his thumb and placed the pliers over it. "You know, I learned that humans can't really function without their thumbs. It's the thickest and strongest finger we have. So, imagine life without it. You can't do much. I mean, you grip majority of things with your thumb. You eat, drink, text and wipe your ass with it. Hell, you even jerk your dick off with it. And you're about to lose that because you can't talk."
Luppi gawked into Ichigo's brown eyes not seeing any emotions.
"If you're lucky, a surgeon can save your fingers."
"You're insane."
"Maybe…" Ichigo started to squeeze the pliers while Luppi squirmed in pain trying to release himself.
"Okay…okay!" Luppi cried out. "Okay I'll talk. Just don't take my fucking thumb off too."
"Good."
"They hired me on the dark web. That's how I get most of my clients." He sighed in relief as Ichigo removed the pliers. "They told me the mad scientist has a new product that he plans on selling to the highest bidder next year. My client wants the product now so he can patent it."
"I'm not asking why, I'm asking who. Who is the client that hired you?"
"I can't say who it is because I never met them. All I can say is their username. They're widely known on the dark net."
Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"That's not good enough." He twirled the pliers around in his hand. Luppi's eyes widen.
"Okay…okay. I'm supposed to meet them after the job is done. Check my phone, the details on where the meet up will be should be posted on there." Ichigo looked over Chad who stood silently by the wall. He grabbed the phone by the tools. He walked over to Ichigo handing him the phone.
"It's locked." Chad spoke solemnly.
Ichigo took the phone and grabbed Luppi's bruised thumb unlocking the device. He handed it back towards Chad as he scrolled through the messages.
"Is your contact called HeavenlyOne?" Chad asked.
Luppi nodded.
"Anything useful?" Ichigo asked facing Chad.
"A bunch of codes and shit. We need Mizuiro for this."
"Mhmm, I see." Ichigo faced the pitiful bound young man. "You did good assassin." He took the pliers and reached for his thumb again.
"Hey, hey what are you doing!" Ichigo smirked before squeezing the pliers to rip off Luppi's thumb. He screamed throughout the basement.
"I just couldn't help myself." Luppi was sobbing at his missing thumb as blood squirted onto his dirty pants and the tarp mat. "Don't worry. You won't need it anymore," Ichigo picked up the bloody thumb. "I on the other hand will need it. Plus, a dead man can't use their thumbs." He threw the pliers to the side. "Kill him."
"Wait!" Luppie cried out. "You said you weren't going to kill me!"
"When did I ever say that?" he paused. "Oh yeah, I said I won't kill you. But my friend Chad will."
Ichigo took the phone from Chad as he made his way to the crying man. He pulled out one of his guns from his double holster and pointed. As the door closed behind Ichigo a gun shot was heard.
~x~
Orihime strolled through each aisle touching each lingerie. She couldn't choose between the pink baby doll, the seductive red corset or the sensual bustier.
She wanted to go shopping so she can show more to Ichigo but was too shy to choose alone.
Tatsuki sipped on her iced caramel macchiato while holding Orihime's. Her eyes watched her friend go through each aisle smiling happily.
Tatsuki was tired from a yoga class Orihime invited her to with a coupon she had gotten from one of her workers. She would of rather have done kickboxing, but Orihime insisted on yoga.
"You know I'm glad you've been sexually liberated but sweetie you're doing too much for someone who isn't technically your boyfriend."
Orihime cringed, smile dissipating at the lack of title. "I know that." Orihime sighed stopping to look at an all-black see-through bralette and g-string set. "Maybe if I just show him more, he might finally ask me."
"Show him more?" Tatsuki said mockingly. "What more can you show him? You know you're doing a lot of wifely duties for a man that isn't claiming you as one."
Orihime looked back at an unimpressed Tatsuki.
"Am I lying?" She stayed quiet while staring off at nothing. "I don't know what's going through Ichigo's head or why this situationship is still ongoing, but this is not right. Have you talked to him about this?"
"What do you mean?"
"Ichigo knows better, so I don't know what he's thinking. He knows this is not normal. Just sex without establishing what you two are. He hasn't called you his girlfriend or anything. Aren't you frustrated?"
"No not really." She felt a slight pain in her chest. "But… but you're in the same situation as me," Orihime snapped hesitantly to cover the pain. "You were also the one pushing us together. So why are you contradicting yourself?" Tatsuki's eyes squinted at the accusation.
"I'm not. I've also set boundaries in my sex life. I know myself and so does my partner. If there comes a time and I mean a big if, we cross that boundary we know when to step back and communicate." Tatsuki handed her friend her drink. "I know for a fact you both did not set any boundaries better yet communicate about the issue. Yet here you are trying your damnest to impress him and for what? A relationship that should have been standard before having countless amounts of sex?" Orihime eyes drifted down.
"You're a 25-year-old woman and the first relationship you're in is not an actual relationship, just plain sex." She glared but eased up at the way her friend was recoiling into herself. "Look I love you Orihime, but this isn't healthy." Tatsuki turned and left leaving Orihime conflicted.
Orihime sat on her couch as she threw down the shopping bags full of different sets of lingerie.
"You're doing a lot of wifely duties for a man that isn't claiming you as one."
The words Tatsuki had said to her rang throughout Orihime's head as she sat in the dark. She knew how right she was, but Orihime did not want to admit something she knew was true. She liked Ichigo. In a weird way everything was backwards. How can she want more without asking?
Rejection.
The fear of rejection.
She didn't want to be rejected by Ichigo. They were not in the same league. From the clothes he wears to the car he drives and to the place he lives looking over Karakura. He was wealthy.
Orihime on the other hand was comfortable. All her life she worked hard for what she has. From high school and throughout college she has always worked two jobs just to get herself by. It was hard to stop the work ethic she had built herself.
There was also the fact that they didn't know each other outside of the bedroom.
She didn't know him.
Orihime only knew his name. She knows the bare minimum about his life. His family which consists of both parents and two younger twin sisters. She doesn't know what he does for a living except security for high profile clients, according to Tatsuki. It may be a coincident that she found out his birthday, also from Tatsuki. But nothing else. She had no clue on where his work office was located, who his friends were, what were his hobbies… nothing.
She had no idea if he was a dangerous person. An ex-convict or a sociopath.
How can you fall for a man you don't know?
Orihime stretched out on her couch and pulled out her phone. She stared at the lock screen wallpaper of her and Tatsuki smiling. If Tatsuki knew him since childhood, he could be trusted. Right?
She got up from her couch to get ready.
~x~
Ichigo reached the main lobby where he seen majority of his employees rushing to go home for the weekend. Many greeted him and bid him farewell for the day. He nodded and waved in reply. He walked over to his elevator that would take him straight to his office. Before he can put in the pin that he has set to change every day, he received an incoming call.
"What?"
"Is that anyway to greet your godfather?"
"What Kisuke?"
"Now Ichigo…" he sighed. "Did you find anything about the person who tried to kill me?"
Ichigo ran a hand through his hair in disappointment, hoping to give him better news. "Actually, all we got was the username. I have a guy that can work on it to find out more."
"…"
"Do you have any clue who the person could be?"
"…No not really."
"What about the product that they want?" Ichigo saw Chad exit the stairwell leading to the basement. He nodded at Ichigo before grabbing two men on standby. He said two words to them before they rushed off to get rid of the body.
"It's something I rather show you then tell you," Kisuke replied grabbing Ichigo's full attention.
"I see." Ichigo punched in his pin for his elevator. "I'll be there later tonight, unless you're busy."
"It's fine. Hopefully the sooner you see the product, the faster you'll work. I must count on you Ichigo since this is important."
Ichigo scowled. "Look, I know this is important. It's frustrating when the person is so well hidden."
"Are you saying this is above your expertise? Should I have asked your father?"
"I can do it."
"Good. See you tonight. Yoruichi will be here as well. She misses you."
Ichigo groaned. "Whatever."
When he arrived at his floor, he seen Rukia sitting on his couch knitting a baby booty.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Ichigo looked around, noticing no one else in his office.
"I was bored."
"Don't you have a husband waiting at home who can entertain you?" Ichigo asked annoyed. "Why isn't Renji here?"
"He had work and I was lonely."
"Don't you have any other friends besides me?"
"If you had a girlfriend, I might have a friend." Ichigo paused his adjustments of his office, before regaining his composure. "What was that? You have a girlfriend?" Rukia jumped up. "What's her name? How did you meet? What does she look like? When will you introduce her to us? Are you planning on marrying her? We should double date. I'm excited to meet her. What's her name?" Rukia rambled on.
"Will you shut up already," Ichigo yelled. "I don't have a girlfriend." He felt a pain hit his gut saying that. He quickly brushed it off.
"Aww pity." Rukia sat back down to rub her pregnant belly. "It's been so long since we've known each other, and I have yet to see you with anyone. Why is that? Are you afraid of commitment?"
Ichigo sat at his desk and stared off into the city, watching the city lights begin to flicker on.
"I can't afford to date anyone during this peak season."
"What about in the future?"
"My life cannot have such a distraction."
"Are you afraid of what happened to your mother might happen to your lover?" Rukia asked watching Ichigo's reactions.
He turned around slowly and put on a fake smile. "Not at all. My mother understood the life she was in when she got involved with my father, so there was no need for her to leave." He sighed. "Unfortunately to find someone that understanding is rare. And I rather not search for it. I have better things to do."
Rukia pouted but gave up.
A few seconds later, Renji burst through the doors searching all around Ichigo's office. His brown eyes landed on his petite yet heavily pregnant wife.
"Rukia!" He ran to her gripping her shoulders. "Why weren't you home? I was looking for you everywhere. How can you just leave the safety of our home to come back here? Did you take up another job? You can't be working now. Especially since your due date is so close. Rukia why did you leave the house!"
Rukia kicked Renji in his shin causing him to fall at her feet.
"Calm down Renji." She exasperated. "I was bored at home and needed some fresh air."
Ichigo watched the two argue. Something he was used to seeing since his college days. The chemistry they both had made Ichigo feel jealous. The love that oozed from them was nauseating but it fit them so well.
He wanted a relationship full of love and protection. He knew he could have that with Orihime, but he was a coward to even pursue her in such away. Her light was bound to be extinguished by Ichigo's darkness.
But… he had to see her again.
~o~
Ichigo had a great and comfortable life while growing up. His mother and father were present through it all. Having twin little sisters completed his family life. He went to school with his fair share of bullies. They would make fun of his hair and pick fights. With the teachings from his dad, instilling the knowledge of one's appearance, Ichigo took a stand and fought off his bullies. With majority help from both Chad and Tatsuki.
Entering high school would be his last years of naivety and bliss. He had gone to school with Chad and Tatsuki, meeting his two other friends, Keigo and Mizuiro. They were inseparable. High school was a breeze, Ichigo staying above average with his grades and getting into less fights.
Uryuu attended the same school as Ichigo. Growing up, Ichigo could tolerate Uryuu since they were family and grew up shelter from the blood shed that both of their fathers committed. However, Uryuu grew up faster that Ichigo due to his grandfather introducing him to the family's side business.
They grew further apart before Ichigo realized it.
Uryuu had blood on his hands before graduation forever changing him.
College was another world in Ichigo's eyes. He had met two people who had become a part of his everyday life. Renji Abarai and Rukia Kuchiki. Those two were already friends, but in Ichigo's eyes he can see that they were more than friends. They had introduced him to different people they knew, and Ichigo did not mind the new company. Women included. He had lost his virginity to an older woman at one of his college parties.
Since then, he indulged and variety of different women, from his age to those slightly older. He was careful with each encounter. Making sure he had gotten full consent before pursuing. Surely enough, he kept all amounts of protections not just for them but for himself. He went to the doctors often. Getting a full workup and screening, making sure he did not contract no type of diseases or virus. Renji could only mock him for indulging in different women when he should only stick with one. Ichigo brushed it off. Rukia just called him a horny dog.
Before his final year of college, Renji and Rukia had introduced him to Yoruichi Shihouin. At first, he thought they were trying to hook him up with this older woman, but the punch she delivered to his gut said otherwise.
Yoruichi was his new trainer sent by his father. He was to be trained to take over his family business. Yoruichi is known as an exceptional hand-to-hand combat specialist. She taught him how to fight on a more callous level. His skills before were on the amateur side. She showed him the points of the body that he can use to subdue an assailant. She also showed him the death points. With each training the more ruthless she became.
"Oi! I need to be alive to use these methods!" Ichigo lashed out.
"Your enemies will not give you time to react to their attacks so why should I? This may not be the real deal, but I will show you just how real it can be out there."
And show she did. She placed him in situations where he had no other choice but to use his own instincts to come out alive. Each attack she threw at him, his body had to know before his mind did. That was the only way he could stay alive.
Ichigo grew with each lesson. The training extended to his godfather Kisuke, who he found out was more involved in his family's business than he ever realized. He just thought he was just some weird guy that hung around his father. But the respect his father had for Kisuke spoke more than he knew.
While Yoruichi taught Ichigo on a physical level, Kisuke taught him how to deal with his enemies on an intellectual level.
He had to admit the sandal-hat guy was smarter than he looks.
"There are enemies out there that will fuck with your psyche Ichigo. Your enemies will try to undermine you by using torture tactics such as putting your family in danger. Something they did with your father, however Isshin knew what he was getting into. So did your mother Masaki. She may have gotten hurt but they both came out of the situation alive."
"Don't let your enemies know your weakness. Rather don't give yourself any weaknesses. You must be ready to discard anything when necessary… at least that's what I learned. The greatest advice that I as your mentor can give you is if you find someone precious to you, protect them. Don't make it obvious that you love your precious person. That's how you protect them."
After years of training, he finally was given the opportunity to test out his skills on a real person. Ichigo did not know if he could handle getting blood on his hands, but in order for him to live he had no other choice.
Ichigo pulled up to the exceptionally tall gates of his mentor's home. The security nodded at the familiar face granting him access.
After driving through two miles in darkness of the high tree forest, he pulled up to the grand home. Kisuke was outside waiting for Ichigo. He put his car in park and jumped out.
"Welcome back Ichigo." Kisuke greeted.
"Yeah."
Kisuke pulled his hat down hiding his eyes. "We need to go underground so you can see my new invention." Turning around he made his way towards his doors. "Yoruichi is already down there getting everything set up."
Ichigo followed him in with no words.
Once inside in the large underground cavern Kisuke had built just for Yoruichi, he was presented with rows of different sniper rifles and shooting targets off to the side.
"What's going on here?" Ichigo asked.
"I'm going to show you my new creation." Kisuke walked over to the rows of rifles. "Where's Tessai?" He looked around just in time to see the big man pushing a larger safety box on a trolley. "Ah it has arrived." Yoruichi was a few steps behind Tessai.
"Yo Ichigo long time!"
"Yeah, it's been a while." Ichigo responded. Tessai stopped moving the trolley just in front of Kisuke. He slid the safety box off the trolley before turning around with it to leave the trio alone.
"I'm guessing your new inventions inside?" Ichigo asked. Kisuke nodded in excitement.
"And you'll be testing it out today." Opening the box, Yoruichi came to stand next to Ichigo.
"This stuff is pretty dangerous, and I can only imagine how many people would want this." As Kisuke tinkered with opening the box, Yoruichi turned towards Ichigo. "You know, you've looked like you have wised up since the last time I saw you. How has the family been?"
"Good I guess." Ichigo shrugged. "I haven't been back home in a few years."
Yoruichi looked at Ichigo in bewilderment. "Years?" Ichigo nodded. "Sounds like something I did when I took over my family's business." Her head turned towards Kisuke. "But… I had someone who pulled me back towards them in the end." Ichigo turned his head to face the brown skinned woman. He eyed her facial expression as she looked at Kisuke.
"Hopefully, you can go back on your own. If not, you'll have someone there to bridge that gap." Ichigo chose not to respond. He knew what she meant, but he could not follow through with either request. Distance was best for their protection.
Kisuke finally open the box. He pulled out a large black sniper rifle. He smiled at his invention.
"Sniper rifles aren't technically a new invention." Ichigo said disappointed.
"Yes, but this kind is." Kisuke assembled the rifle. He placed the final piece on top. Screwing the large scope into place. He looked through the scope calibrating it to zero. Placing the rifle down, Kisuke reached for the magazine and bullets which were in a secured box. He slid each bullet into the magazine. Putting it into the mag cover, he switched the safety securing a bullet into the chamber.
"Alright… it's ready." He faced Ichigo. "Ready to experience something worth dying for." Kisuke smirked. Ichigo cringed at his choice of words.
"Let's see what the hype is all about." Ichigo took the rifle from Kisuke.
"Good." He walked with Ichigo to a certain spot. Yoruichi stayed behind watching the two men walked to a far-off distance. Kisuke was quick to grab a pair of earmuffs and eye protection. Reaching their designated spot, Kisuke handed Ichigo the earmuffs and eye protection. They both put their gears on.
"Now your target is already set up. All you have to do is shoot." Ichigo nodded and laid down on the ground, the rifle on its own bipod. Looking through the scope, Ichigo searched for the target. He leaned away before adjusting himself to look through it again. Still, he could not see anything.
"Are you sure you zeroed this out?"
Not receiving an answer, Ichigo looked away from the scope at Kisuke looking off into the distance.
"Yo, Kisuke! There's no target in the scope." Ichigo growled in frustration. Kisuke looked down at Ichigo.
"Ichigo. I know you heard me say the target is already set up. All you have to do is shoot." Ichigo's eyes narrowed at his cryptic words. Huffing in frustration, he turned back towards the scope. Looking through at nothing but the basic setting of the underground cavern, Ichigo placed his finger on the trigger and pulled it back causing it to recoil.
"Again!" Kisuke yelled. Ichigo pulled back the cocking bolt before shooting again. "Again!" He yelled once more. Ichigo obliged and shot again. "One more time!" Ichigo shot. "Good, that's good enough."
Ichigo sighed. He got up from his spot removing his earmuffs.
"What exactly was I shooting at."
Kisuke smiled at Ichigo. "Follow me," then he walked away. Ichigo confused, followed the sandal wearing man.
After a 10- minute silent walk around the underground cavern, they reached a torn through silhouette target. Ichigo was shocked to see the damage he had caused.
"How is this even possible? It's nowhere near where I was. Not even in range." Ichigo looked at a smirking Kisuke.
"This is it. Customary Set Bullets." Ichigo raised an eyebrow still confused. "Basically, these bullets are assigned to its own target. If your target is approximately 100 feet away, you can calibrate it to whomever you need dead. Once it hits, the bullet explodes killing your enemy and getting rid of the evidence."
"Why in the hell would you make this?" Ichigo asked. "No wonder people want you dead and to claim this as their own. This is some governmental shit." Kisuke shrugged his shoulders.
"I was just a little curious and next thing I knew, this was created. Pretty awesome hmm?" Kisuke chuckled. Turning serious he continued. "I know this is dangerous, that's why I have entrusted a company with this patent. Since I can't give it to that company anymore because of a leak, its best to sell it to whomever can afford it. I don't know why but seeing as they're trying to kill me for it, pretty much proves that they want it for something sinister."
"That's the reason why we hired you to lure whoever it was out of hiding." Both men turned to see Yoruichi walking towards them. Kisuke smiled. She stopped to stand next to him. "We're depending on you Ichigo." She handed him a folder of documents. "Start here. He's the leak of the company." Ichigo took the folder opening it and reading through it. He stared at the photo. "He's been fired but he fled out of the country before we could get our hands on him."
"Can you handle it?" Kisuke asked.
Was that even a question that needed an answer.
~o~
Arriving to his home at almost midnight, she was standing by his door with an overnight bag ready for a shut-in weekend.
Maybe seeing her once before he leaves would do him some good. He rather tell her he'll be out of town face-to-face instead of over the phone and text.
"Orihime."
"…Ichigo." She looked down at her cellphone looking at the time before looking back at him. "I thought you might not come home."
"I missed you." He approached and towered over her. She looked up smiling from ear to ear hearing his words.
"I missed you too." The look in her eyes spoke directly to his heart. She was his saving grace.
Despite how much his hands were getting dirty throughout the week, she saved him on the weekends. She was an angel that absolved him of his sins. From the death and carnage, he brought out for his clients. Orihime was his happy place.
She placed her hand on his cheek and stroked it softly.
They leaned into each other giving a chaste kiss.
He unlocked the door, not breaking their kiss. They stumbled into the house kicking off their coats and shoes. She helped unbutton his shirt and ran her hands over his body. She could never get enough of his body.
She lifted her arms as he helped her get out of her sweater dress and ripped off her stockings.
Ichigo's facial expression heated from the shock into something primal. His eyes ran over her body clad in a soft pink bra and panty set. The cool air of his home gave her goosebumps. She had seen that look before. It was when she fucked him in his car.
"Is this new?"
She bit her lip and nodded. He snaked his hands around her waist, pulling her body close to him. His lips came down on hers. She melted into his soft kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her heated body. When he softly slid his tongue against hers, his hands slipped to her thighs, lifting them to wrap around his waist. She moaned at his erection that brushed against her heated pussy. They stumbled onto his sofa. Orihime straddled his lap. Ichigo pulled away slightly from her bruised lips.
His lips lingering near hers. "Orihime…" his voice was low and husky causing his lips to brush lightly against hers.
Orihime shivered at the heat of his voice.
Her hand caressed his face. Her fingers traveled from his cheek, past his jaw, and to his neck. She stared into his intense eyes reading his emotions. She said nothing as she watched him. Her mind remained quiet.
Their eyes both searching for more. She knew what he wanted to say but could not say.
"It's okay," she whispered. "I know."
She leaned in and kissed him softly. He returned her kiss.
If he could say it, he would, but his life could not afford to have her in it.
As they kissed, she ran her hands up his exposed chest. With quick movements, his pants were down at his ankles and her panties was pushed to the side.
He slowly rubbed his tip against her soaked folds getting them both ready. In an agonizingly slow movement, Ichigo pushed his dick into her. Orihime sighed at the familiar feeling.
Gripping her waist, they moved in sync. She rode him slowly. Their lips nipped at each other, before turning into a deep sensual kiss. Her bra straps slid down her shoulders causing her bouncing breasts to spill out the cups. Her breasts pressing tightly against him causing her harden nipples to rub along Ichigo's chest.
His hands moved from her waist, down to cup her ass cheeks. He groped each cheek spreading them apart. His fingers slid past her underwear, probing her asshole. Orihime shivered at his teasing touch. She moved her hands to the backrest of the sofa to keep her balance.
They continued their slow grind. Her wetness soaking down from his dick to his balls.
With each slow stroke and kiss, the lust they had for each other spoke volumes. Orihime knew her feelings grew with each meeting but elects to stay silent.
More and more their feelings grew.
Ichigo closed his eyes as he thrust inside her.
"Don't make it obvious that you love your precious person. That's how you protect them."
His eyes snapped open recalling Kisuke's words. His hands squeezed her ass cheeks harshly causing Orihime to inhale in pain.
She moved her hands to each side of his face gaining his attention.
"Focus on me," she whispered. Ichigo loosened his grip.
Not breaking eye contact, they continued to move in sync. Her mouth slightly open, moans passing her lips. Her pussy tightening around him. She was close, but he continued his slow strokes.
Before he knew it, her walls clamped around him. He held her close as he thrust into her roughly causing his own orgasm. Ichigo held her tightly as he lethargically gave a few more thrusts emptying his seed inside her.
Swallowing each other's haggard breaths, they kissed.
Throughout the weekend they endlessly made love. Stopping to eat and catch little amounts of sleep. If Ichigo had woken up first, he would turn over and pull Orihime close to his body. He would slide his harden dick into her awaiting pussy, causing her to stir awake to continue where they had left off.
If Orihime had woken up first, she would travel down to his semi harden member and pull it into her warm mouth. Small licks, to deep throating causing her to gag as it came into full length.
Words would pass their lips, both whispering how much they could not get enough of each other.
Nevertheless, their little world would come to an end by the beginning of the work week.
Ichigo handed her a full mug of coffee. Orihime smooth out her blouse before taking the hot cup. She whispered thanks before taking a quick sip.
Ichigo watched her over the brim of his own hot cup. She took another sip as her eyes found his watching her. She smiled nervously.
"I'll be out of the country for the next two weeks." Orihime's eyes widen but she didn't say anything. "I have a client that needs my full attention and presence." Ichigo put down his half empty mug. He watched for a reaction or response but was faced with nothing of the sort. "If you need me for anything you can call or text me."
Orihime set her empty mug down.
"Okay." Ichigo felt disregarded. The simp feeling was creeping up on him again. "Well let me get out of your hair." She smiled her goofy smile. "Have a safe trip." She grabbed her overnight bag, making her way towards the door to put on her coat and shoes. Ichigo followed her like a puppy being left home alone. Stumbling as she put on her boots, she grasped his door pulling it open.
Walking out the door to leave, Ichigo snatched her arm and spun her towards him. He had pulled her back into his place. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as his lips locked onto hers. Orihime felt her breath hitch, caught off guard at his sudden action.
Drawing away from her, Ichigo looked down at her.
"I'll call you when I get back."
Orihime was confused, but nodded in response, afraid of the words that would leave her mouth that she has been trying to hold back. He unwrapped his arms from her waist, before giving her one final small kiss. She smiled shyly.
She walked away heading towards the elevator. She stepped in and turned to see him still standing at his door watching her. She waved just as soon as the elevator doors closed.
Squeezing her overnight bag in her hand, Orihime giggled. She knew her words would cause her more than enough trouble despite Tatsuki's advice. She was comfortable this way. She felt good with what they had. If Ichigo would want more from her, he would have to be the one to take that step. Orihime was willing to wait.
Waiting is something she could no longer do.
Three days.
That's all it took for her to want him back.
Orihime sat on the toilet looking at the three positive pregnancy tests that rested on the sink. For the past couple days since she had last seen Ichigo, she felt her body was changing. Orihime felt more tired than usual. She always had a busy life but as of late she could not keep up with both the shop and school activities. As soon as she got home, she would fall on her couch not bothering to take off her coat and knock out. Waking up hours later disoriented.
While at the bakery, she would sneak handfuls of fruits used for the mini fruit tarts. She would not stop nibbling on her favorite Anpan with sweeten red bean paste throughout the day. When at Karakura High School, Orihime would get annoyed at things she never used to get annoyed about. When the boys would pass her after physical education, the stench of their sweat would nauseate her.
She could not put her finger on when, but she knew the how. She was pregnant. Orihime didn't notice her missed period, nor did she care. Her world was engulfed in sweets and sex. Ichigo was the basis that had brought her unmeasurable amounts of pleasure. She had become an addict.
Finding out put all her pregnancy hormones and symptoms outward. Tears fell from her eyes. She felt lonely and frustrated. Her breasts were hurting, and she had to pee. She felt hungry yet nauseas.
The nausea took over. Orihime twirled around off the toilet, throwing it open to puke up the nonexistent food she did not remember eating. Tears fell from the excruciating pain of heaving up nothing. Falling to her knees, Orihime sobbed at the lack of stability in her life.
After flushing the toilet, she washed out her face and mouth, then brushed her teeth. Orihime dragged her feet towards her couch, flopping herself down. In times like this a friend is needed.
Orihime swallowed her pride and picked up her phone to call Tatsuki.
Sitting in the OBGYN office, with her shirt up showing her stomach and a paper drape resting across her lap was foreign to Orihime. She had gone to a gynecologist before. Lying on her back with her feet placed in the stirrups, that felt normal.
She looked over at Tatsuki. She stood by her holding her hand as the doctor squeezed some gel onto her lower stomach. With the wand, she placed on her lower abdomen pushing down.
"You'll feel a little bit of pressure." The doctor said looking at a squirming Orihime. She nodded at the doctor as they turned back to the screen. She was typing into the keyboard while searching. After a few passing seconds, she spoke. "Ah there they are." Fast heart beats could be heard throughout the clinic room.
Tears pricked at the corner of Orihime's eyes. She smiled hearing something so beautiful. She looked at Tatsuki who was focused on the screen.
"Is that the baby?" Tatsuki asked curiously. Orihime looked back at the screen fascinated.
The doctor smiled. "Well yes." She zoomed in to the lemon sized uterus. "This little raspberry inside here is your baby." Orihime squinted her eyes looking at the small fruit which was her baby. "I can print this ultrasound for you."
Orihime nodded in agreement not taking her eyes off the screen. The heartbeat still resounding through the room. This was her baby. Ichigo was the father. She felt a sudden heavy pain in her chest. This is Ichigo's baby too.
What if he doesn't want to have a baby? Especially with her. She squeezed Tatsuki's hand. Her friend looked away from the screen. Her eyes soften. She knew what Orihime was thinking.
Orihime must tell him before she became too attached.
…Too late…
~x~
Ichigo poured the gasoline all over Szayelaporro. The pink haired man squirmed in his wooden chair moaning through the duct tape around his mouth.
Ichigo continued to pour the gasoline all over the man and onto the tarp mat.
Chad stood back watching his old friend work.
Ichigo threw the half empty jug into the corner. He then walked over to the bound man, ripping off the blindfold and duct tape. Szayelaporro cried out in pain.
"What the fuck!" he fidgeted in the chair. "Where the fuck am I?"
"Scream all you want no one will hear you." He pulled out a pocket lighter and flipped it open igniting a flame. "Where you are is in a 20ft storage container off the coast. No containers below us or above us. The next storages are about 50 ft away from here. It's a nice, isolated area. So, by the time anyone notices this burning hot box, you'll be dead, and nothing will be found by the time the fire is out."
Szayelaporro groaned in frustration.
"What do you want from me?"
"Answers." Ichigo closed the pocket lighter putting it into his pocket. "You happened to leaked company secrets. Those secrets were found through my informant who happen to know where you were."
"Informant?"
Ichigo nodded. "You happen to have some information that I need, and you're going to give it to me."
"And what makes you think I know that information and will give it to you?"
Ichigo walked around with his arms spread out. "As you can see this is it. Your very own funeral and burial. I doubt you have a choice." Chad watched Ichigo walk around like a man unhinged. He knew something had happen for them to be outside their jurisdiction to get rid of an insignificant scientist. But for the past couple of days looking for this man, Ichigo periodically would check his phone growing ever so frustrated.
Pissed was an understatement. Ichigo waited a whole week. No call or text from Orihime. Nothing.
Ichigo turned after putting on a pair of black leather gloves and swung a fist at the pinked hair man. Blood splatter onto the storage container's wall.
"Do you know the username HeavenlyOne?" Szayelaporro spit a wad of blood out. He glared at Ichigo.
"No, I don't."
WACK!
"I'll ask again. Do you know the username HeavenlyOne?" WACK! "Who are they?" WACK! "Answer me!" Ichigo yelled in frustration.
WACK!
Szayelaporro slumped in the chair unconscious.
"Shit… well he was useless too." Pulling the pocket lighter out, he cleaned it before flipping it on and tossing it on the unconscious man.
Exiting the container, screams could be heard.
Chad can tell something was definitely off with his friend.
A new location surrounded by six more dead bodies.
Ginjo and Chad moved the bodies into row before pouring gasoline over them.
Keigo stood on the side smoking a cigarette cleaning his gun.
Mizuiro and Yukio worked on deciphering each dead man's phone.
Ichigo looked at the tablet at each deciphered message. Each coming up as a dead end for the main target… HeavenlyOne.
"At this point, we'll be on the World's Most Wanted by the time we find this guy." Keigo spoke as he threw his cigarette bud to the ground.
Ichigo looked up from the tablet towards Keigo. "Meaning?"
"Exactly what I mean. No offense, but we got more bodies to bury than leads." Everyone remained silent. "Can't Mizuiro and Yukio hack some shit to find this person? Or go undercover in the dark net and lure them out? With your great skills can't you locate whoever that person is?"
"You don't think I tried?" Yukio grumbled.
"Can't you see them through CCTV or people's cell phone cameras like the US government?" He lit another cigarette. "Hell, can't you hack NASA so you can see everything and everyone?"
"Mr. Asano, Yukio already did that." Mizuiro chimed in.
"Wait… what?" he turned towards the blonde-haired boy dropping his lit cigarette. "You hacked NASA?" Keigo exclaimed in fascination.
"I didn't get this job just for my looks." Everyone chuckled. Keigo turned red scoffing at the joke.
"Alright guys. We'll just head back to Japan for now." Ichigo spoke up closing his tablet and handing it to Mizuiro. The search had to come to a halt for now. Too many bodies were piling up.
He showed up in front of her door. She quickly opened the door with a smile which quickly faded once she saw who it was.
Ichigo frowned at seeing her face change.
She reluctantly invited him in. She was expecting Tatsuki to stop by.
Offering him some tea, she sat across from him reading his facial expressions. He looked a little pissed off, but he smiled after taking a sip of the hot beverage.
"I won't lie, I was waiting to hear from you. After not hearing from you, I rushed back just to make sure you were alright."
Liar.
You killed all your leads, so you had no other choice but to head home.
Ichigo smiled taking another sip.
"I was dealing with something." Orihime squirmed in her seat not bothering to touch her own tea. Ichigo eyed her fidgety movements not saying anything.
After a moment of silence Orihime found the courage to tell him her news.
"I found out that… I'm… I'm pregnant." She turned around to retrieve the ultrasound photo from her purse she had close by.
She slid it over the table to him. Orihime refused to make eye contact.
Another moment of silence passed between them. Finally, with enough courage Orihime looked up at him. She flinched back at his usual soft eyes he would show her to eyes encased with… fury. He slowly placed the teacup he held in midair down and took up the photo staring at it intently. His eyes shifted from the photo to her, then back to the photo.
"I'm sorry for putting this on you," Orihime whispered in a small voice. "I figured you would like to know, just in case you wanted me to get…" she said trailing off, not speaking the forbidden word.
His eyes snapped back at her getting at what she meant.
"Don't…" his voice cracked. "Don't you dare say that to me." He slammed his hand down on the table. He got up from his seat grabbing his coat.
"Wait!" Orihime panicked. "Please don't leave without talking to me about this. About how this happened. About what we should do… together." She grabbed his arm trying to stop him. Orihime stumbled back when he looked back at her. She quickly let go of his arm. Her eyes drifted down to the ground not meeting his eyes.
Standing in silence, in deep thought, pain… and fear.
Ichigo walked towards the door, sliding on his shoes. Without any words, he left her apartment.
~x~
"What's the matter Orihime?" Tatsuki asked. "You seem… I don't know… scared." Orihime placed her teacup down.
Tatsuki arrived a few hours later after Ichigo to a withdrawn Orihime.
"When I told Ichigo that I was pregnant..." Orihime held her hands to her chest feeling it well up in pain. "The way he looked at me when I told him, it was like… I disgusted him." She swallowed her burning pain. "His eyes were so angry. I just don't understand… I thought he liked me?" she whined.
The pain from earlier resurfaced causing Orihime to breathe erratically.
"Oh my God Orihime," Tatsuki ran out of her seat to sit next to the panic woman. "Calm down. Breathe in and out slowly." She rubbed her friends back. "What an asshole. I'm going to kick his ass." Tatsuki whispered.
Orihime felt tears beginning to swell behind her eyes. The friendly comfort was interrupted by Orihime's phone ringing by the table. Her heart sank seeing his name across her screen.
Tatsuki and Orihime locked eyes.
"You don't have to answer him you know?" But who was she kidding? She knew Orihime couldn't resist hearing Ichigo's voice.
She grabbed the phone. "Hello…" Orihime answered hesitantly.
~x~
The constant fucking led to her being pregnant. It was to be predicted. That one time in his car without protection led to a pattern of nothing coming in between them. They had fallen into a routine of feeling each other.
He knew better.
But, when she said those two words, his world shattered.
The one thing Ichigo felt in that moment was fear. Followed up by rage.
Pregnant.
The anger was directed at himself for putting her in this position.
Weakness.
Don't give yourself any weaknesses.
The words she spoke fell on deaf ears until she mentioned… more like silently mentioned an abortion.
She wanted his thoughts of it. Orihime… this selfless woman wanted his input in something so vulnerable as that. He always believed it was a woman's choice with whatever she did with her body, but for her to put him in such a position? How do women do it daily?
Enraged, he told her not to say it. Don't ask him something so vulnerable that could hurt her with his decision. He didn't have the strength to choose.
Ichigo was becoming his own weakness.
A pregnant woman. Two lives.
A liability is what she became. She can no longer stay a secret. He can't protect her from the shadows anymore. So, he has no other choice but to tell her the truth.
At least the surface level things. Don't sully her world too much.
Yet, having her bent over the desk was not what he had in mind. Their skin making contact was heard throughout the office. She moaned in pleasure as she got closer to her orgasm.
"Not yet," he whispered. She was tightening and throbbing around his member as he watched it disappear in her wet cunt.
She sighed in disappointment, but she was holding on. One hand gripped her hip as he slowed his strokes. His other hand grabbed a fist full of her auburn brown hair so she can arch her back more.
Their meeting today was not supposed to go this way. They were supposed to talk through this situation. He didn't call her for this. He was not supposed to be fucking her on his desk, but the undeniable attraction led them to this. He missed her too much in just a short amount of hours.
"Please I can't hold on any longer. Please let me cum," she begged. He felt himself getting closer too, but he had to establish dominance. He must show her why it's essential that she sees him for who he is. She needs to be afraid of him. He groaned feeling her insides quiver and squeeze from her release.
He pulled her hair back making her moan in pain. "I told you not yet," he whispered harshly in her ear. He kept his strokes slow as he watched himself move in and out of her, each stroke her juices would cover the base of his dick. Letting go of her hair, he sucked on his index finger lubricating it before putting it in her asshole. She shrieked at the new feeling. He moved his finger slowly for her to get used to the feeling. With each snap of his hips, his finger would sync into rhythm. He wanted to explore this new territory, but he knew if he did, he would not stop.
Removing his finger, he concentrated on the tingling in his lower back indicating his impending release. With both hands on her hips, he fucked her into oblivion. Nothing but the sounds of grunts and moans filled his office. She screamed as her second orgasm hit her like a freight train. This time he did not care that she came before him, he knew he was close and the feeling of her tightening around him gave him the satisfaction to cum. He let go of her hips and leaned over her. His hands gripping his desk as he emptied himself in her. A delighted sigh escaped her lips from the feeling of his warm seed filling her up. She reached back and cradled his head in between her head and shoulder. They were both breathing heavily enjoying the ambiance of their so-called meeting.
Staring out the window towards the night sky, the thoughts that each crossed their mind "How did we get here?" However, neither one could ask that question out loud.
Ichigo wanted to tell her. He wanted her to know about him. He wanted to drag her down to his level into his darkness. But then lust had taken over.
Nevertheless, his world was too harmful for her sweet personality. The sully he had brought upon her was just enough but wrapping their child into his darkness would shatter them both.
He slowly moved his hands from her waist to grab onto her hands. Their fingers intertwined.
Fear?
No.
Your weakness?
Probably…Yes.
So…?
Protect her.
Yes.
Protect your offspring.
Of course…
If you don't…
Death.
To Be Continued...
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