A/N: Have you guys seen bleach chap. 420? What the frick? Granted, Ichigo looks pretty badass, but still. WOW. And Aizen looks fuckin' retarded.
I don't own Bleach.
Chapter 6:
Where Ichigo attempts to suppress and kill the overwhelming pent up sexual tension between him and Senna (and epically fails), we delve into the world that is Senna's school life and meet her popular rivals that she doesn't know she has, the gang meets Senna and find out what the fuck has been going on with Ichigo, and they go to a Karaoke bar.
Yeah, that's right. The author made them go to a Karaoke bar.
It was Monday. Ichigo, for the only time in his life, was grateful for the day that was Monday. Monday meant school, and school meant leaving the house, and leaving the house meant not seeing Senna for several long glorious hours.
Don't misunderstand, dear readers. No, Ichigo loves Sen- er, spending time with Senna. ...Yeah.
Anyway, Ichigo loves to be with Senna, but due to the previous angst, he is now certain that he is unworthy (he isn't) and is trying to avoid her as much as possible. Which is really, really, hard, since Senna sleeps two rooms down from him, and is scorchingly and unbearably hot. So, the 'Avoid Senna Due To My Inner Hollow And The Fact That I Am Unworthy Of Her Lithe, Slender, Curvy And Dangerously Beautiful And Sexy Body' Plan wasn't really working. Therefore, Ichigo was greatly relieved and bitter that they still went to different schools. Ichigo, deciding to look on the very dim bright side, thought about how he could cool his head during school and maybe think of a way to actually survive living with Senna and not die from too much raw built up sexual desire and need. He thought about this hard while munching on some toast, when his very dim bright side became dark.
So wonderfully and beautifully dark...
"Hey Ichigo, since Senna's school is so far away, could you drop her off? Traffic sucks and she'll be late otherwise." Ichigo choked on his toast, his eyes immediately glancing towards Senna, who was once again dressed in her (freshly clean) school uniform and wearing huge pleading and hopeful eyes. Ichigo's panicked and stormy amber eyes met Senna's expectant and enthusiastic citrus orbs, which promised all sorts of goodness if he agreed. Ichigo might've been imagining the promising goodness due to massive amounts of sexual urgency that only Senna could produce, but it was still a formidable and unbeatable weapon. And, as Kon headed off to Karakura high in Ichigo's body, and Senna climbed onto his Shinigamified back, he couldn't help think that it was completely worth the agonizing hours of school, where he would do nothing but fantasize about Senna, to be able to feel the warm and balletic body pressed against him tightly during those few minutes where he would drop Senna off. He took off in a whirl of slow Shunpo, and her exquisite thighs and maddeningly slender arms squeezed around him snugly and unintentionally sensually and Ichigo shivered with un-suppressible delight. Yeah, Ichigo thought muzzily, touching down in an alley around the corner from her school, eyes closed groggily feeling her slide down off his back slowly, every inch of her body grinding his.
It was totally worth it.
Ishida stared. Orihime stared. Chad stared.
Kon blinked back awkwardly. "...Uh...Hi?" He tried. They continued to stare owlishly at him. Kon fidgeted uneasily. "Why are you in Kurosaki's body this early, modsoul?" Ishida asked, pushing up his glasses creating an intimidating and eerie glare to shine into Kon's poor eyes. "Um..."
"Tell anyone about Senna and you WILL. DIE." Ichigo snarled, holding Kon by Ichigo's collar and his usually relaxed amber eyes promised violent death and pain. Kon swallowed. "...Hai."
"He's hollow fighting. Where else could he be?" Kon said, sniffing, crossing his arms huffily, praying that the Quincy would buy the story.
Of course, this is Ishida we're talking about, so no, he didn't buy it.
"If there was a hollow I would've sensed it." Ishida pointed out crossly and Kon blanched. Crap! "Well..."
"Oi, Kon. Gimme my body back." Ichigo's scowling voice answered and Kon could've cried in happiness. As Ichigo pushed Kon out of his body and climbed in, Ishida raised an eyebrow. "Well, where were you, Kurosaki?" Ichigo scowled at the Quincy. Well, scowled more than usual. "Urahara-san's. Wanted to see me for some reason." Liar.
"And that reason would be-?"
"Okay everyone! Take your seats!" Ishida mentally cursed as Ichigo trudged to his desk, and he himself sat down neatly in his.
Dammit.
Ichigo, as predicted, spent the next 7-8 hours in agony. His plan to avoid Senna and thinking about Senna in that way was not doing so well. At all. Fantasies of Senna flashed through his mind in random intervals, disrupting and making his life a hell. The other members of Team Ichigo (Sorry Ishida, but Team Karakura ain't happening) noticed too. Chad shook Ichigo roughly on the shoulder, jolting him to reality. Ichigo blinked, the world snapping into focus. "Huh?" He was on the roof and it was lunchtime. An open bento was on his lap, his chopsticks poised loosely above a riceball.
"Uh, Kurosaki-kun?" Inoue approached timidly and Ichigo blinked up at her. "Yeah Inoue?"
"Uh, well...you've been staring at your chopsticks for the last 5 minutes."
"..."
"And you didn't blink the entire time."
"..."
Senna, like Ichigo, spent the next 7-8 hours in agony. A more relaxed and mellow agony though. She drifted out of thought even more than usual, past the point of endearing to the point of just plain irritating. At least to her fellow students, though that may be because they just didn't like her or were vaguely afraid of her oddness. Ichigo would think it was cute, but he was a besotted idiot and totally biased, so he doesn't count. Her mind kept snapping back to Ichigo and how weird he'd been acting the few days. Saturday was great, but on Sunday he was acting oddly. He kept avoiding her and acting really cold and UnIchigo like. He took great care to not look or touch her.
She felt lonely.
Still, today was improvement, Senna thought cheerfully, straightening in her seat and raising her hand to answer a question, waving it in the air ecstatically. He gave me a ride to school. Senna answered happily, and like usual, got it right, earning strange and undeserving glares from the female students in the class. The teacher turned back to the board and Senna drifted off again. Yeah, Ichigo gave me a ride to school. Senna repeated mentally, beaming. And he seemed to like it as much as I did. Senna recalled the way Ichigo's calloused hands gripped her thighs while soaring over the city. Hot, tight and possessive. Like he never wanted to let go. She felt the blush from his cheeks and nape as she had nuzzled into the crook of his neck. And she had felt safe and warm when he subconsciously leaned into the crown of her head when she leaned into him. Senna admitted that she had a little fun when she got off her Strawberry Transport. She had slid down to earth as slowly and closely as possible, relishing the smooth powerful muscles of his shoulders and back under her hands. She enjoyed the pleased shiver that Ichigo couldn't hold quake under her lingering palms and his intake of desperate breath. It was strangely pleasing and sensual how she affected Ichigo, Senna thought, a tad mortified by her musings. However, she merely smiled widely and crossed her legs to cover up the unseen churning heat in her lower stomach as she thought of the handsome Shinigami Substitute.
All the boys noticed and eyed her with reluctant interest and attraction that came with the rare occasion that a beautiful girl was unpopular.
The girls glared hatefully at her.
Senna smiled thinking about Ichigo and didn't notice.
It was three o'clock. The Karakura High School bell rang shrilly, signaling the end of school and Ichigo stood up from his desk. Hoisting his bag over his shoulder, he made his way to the door. He needed to head to Karakura Private High. It was on the other side of town, but they got out at three thirty so he would be able to get there when their bell rang. He walked out into the open front yard, his shoes tapping the cement like dirt. He was approaching the gate when he heard his name. "Kurosaki-kun!" He turned his head and blinked. "Oh. Hey Inoue." Orihime came trotting up to him, Ishida (who looked resigned at being there), Chad, Tatsuki, Keigo and Mizuiro following. "We were going to go to that Karaoke bar a few blocks from here," Mizuiro explained cheerfully. Ichigo blinked, understanding dawning in his eyes and he glanced at Ishida with pity. Ishida grimaced. "and we were wondering if you wanted to come." Ichigo rubbed his head sheepishly. "Uh, sorry. I can't." He turned away from their surprised looks. He could feel Tatsuki's suspicious gaze drilling into his back like a laser beam and he fidgeted uncomfortably. "I'll see you later." He said with a offhand wave and exited the school gates, turning to the left and out of sight. Team Karakura (since Tatsuki, Keigo and Mizuiro were there) glanced at each other confused.
"...We're following him, right?"
"Of course."
"Good."
Senna skipped down the halls merrily, not noticing how her skirt swirled around her legs and the male attention she attracted. While the boys at her school usually avoided her, they still looked at her, something that all the girls at her school hated. They were jealous that the entire male school population could still be attracted to the goofy girl, despite all they did to enable her ostracized status. It didn't help that Karakura High was academically competitive and Senna fared very well without much apparent effort. Of course, she studied a lot to maintain good grades, but to everyone else her mind seemed flawless. Kaneko Takara, the Queen of the school, had a particular hatred for Senna. Mostly because the school's 'King', Kimura Ryuu, had been seen eying Senna approvingly from time to time. And of course, the King was with the Queen, and the Queen did not like the fact that he eyed the other bubbly girl and used her status to ban Senna from any chance at popularity.
Senna didn't notice. That, or she just didn't care. The former was much more likely.
Kaneko was talking to her closest girl friends, her 'ladies in waiting' when one of them suddenly perked up. "Ooooohhh." She squealed, eying someone behind her. "Guy. Hot guy." Kaneko rasied a perfect eyebrow. "How hot?" Her friend smirked wickedly. "Very hot." She informed her seriously. "Absolutely perfect body, smooth skin, smoldering eyes..." Kaneko's interest was officially peaked, and she turned around to gaze in the mystery guy's direction. Her eyes widened then narrowed approvingly, a sly smirk curving on her face. He was gorgeous. Shaggy orange hair made him stand out from the crowd, the rugged cut falling slightly into his steely amber eyes. His mouth was set in a hot scowl, making him look off limits and dangerously bad. He ran a large hand through his vibrant locks agitatedly, irritated by all the attention he was gaining. His tall lean body slouched against the gates, his school uniform unfamiliar. The loose white button down was done up except for the last two or three buttons, showing a black T shirt underneath. The loose top did nothing to hide his evident muscular physique. Gray pants covered obviously fit runner legs and brown shoes tapped and kicked the ground impatiently. Kaneko smiled winningly. "Well, hello." The girls giggled and Kaneko smirked. One girl whispered, "I think that's Kurosaki!" They turned to her curiously. "Kurosaki?" She nodded.
"He's that guy, the one that goes to Karakura Public High, the boys are always talking about." She continued to the girls' delight. "Apparently, he gets into fights a lot and even went missing for an entire 2 months!" The girls cooed interestedly. "What's he doing here?" One girl asked. Another shrugged. "Who cares?" Kaneko agreed wholeheartedly. "He's mine." She claimed, pulling out a compact and double checking that her looks were still perfect. The girls huffed in disappointment and one girl rolled her eyes. "Great. There's Kokawa." She muttered, jerking her head towards Senna, who came skipping out to the yard in front of the school building. On reflex, all the girls turned to glare at her cheerful obviousness. She jogged past them, arms spread out happily, her bag swinging from her right hand. She spun in place before continuing to run, beaming brilliantly, laughing. "Ichigo!" She called ecstatically, waving her arms frantically. The shocked girls stared as the hot Kurosaki turned to look in Senna's direction and smile lazily, lifting a hand carelessly in her direction. "Hey." He said to the rapidly approaching giggling girl and she laughed. "You came!" She exclaimed wondrously, her eyes brimming with joy. He blinked. "...Yes?" She cheerfully glomped him, to the outrage and envy of her classmates. Ichigo jolted in surprise, before one arm, the one not carrying his school bag, automatically wrapped itself around her shoulders and pulled her closer to his chest.
Senna spun away from his chest, twirling in a circle. "Where are we going?" Senna asked in mid twirl and Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Home, you idiot." Senna stuck out her tongue. "Nya." She continued to spin around Ichigo, talking animatedly all the way. "I was lonely without you here Ichigo!" She scolded the shocked teen for his absence crossly, "It was no fun when you weren't here! I don't want to go to a school with no Ichigo!"
Ichigo swallowed thickly, smothering the pleased and happy feeling that rose with Senna's proclamation. "Uh...well...you could probably transfer schools..." Ichigo trailed off, mentally berating himself for suggesting something so stupid. Senna stopped twirling and faced him sharply, glee written on her face. "Oh! I could? Can I, Ichigo? Can I?" Ichigo shrugged, embarrassed. "Probably." Senna squealed jubilantly and jumped hard into Ichigo's chest, plastering herself to him in joy at the prospect of going to the same school as him. Ichigo stumbled back a bit from the force of Senna's pleasant death hug, grunting. "It's not that big a deal." He mumbled, red faced. Senna pouted up at him. "Is too." Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Tch."
Gripping her shoulder, he led her off the school yard and away from the gossiping and scandalized girls, who stared with wide eyes. How the hell did Kokawa get someone like him to give her the time of day, each girl wondered incredulously. Sure, she was...pretty (they were stubborn to compliment her as little as possible) but she was much too crazy to actually get a boyfriend!
Senna climbed onto Ichigo's back. Ichigo didn't even turn, just caught her inner thighs in a gentle grip and kept trudging on. They could hear her light airy laughter and the gentle huff of annoyance that wasn't really annoyance he snorted out. They turned the corner and vanished from sight,
Team Karakura stared, open mouthed with total shock. Chad's eyes were visible and wide, Ishida's eyes hidden by glasses' glare, but his mouth open and gaping. They stared, their heads following Ichigo and the cute girl on his back walk home, like robots.
The girl whispered something into the orange haired teen's ear. Ichigo's shoulders trembled slightly as he obviously fought off a small chuckle.
Ichigo. Chuckling.
...It was an odd sight. Victorious laughs, cocky smirks, and loud mocking laughter (quite rare) had been seen before, but chuckling?
She laughed brightly and Ichigo smiled slightly, his hands shifting for a better grip on the girl's legs. She wrapped herself tighter around him and his cheeks tinted shyly. Team Karakura stared at them for a minute longer and stared at each other. "..."
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"..." Now, this … was different. The other ...'s were from shock. This … was because no one was there to give the … of bafflement. They all turned to the empty space where Tatsuki used to be.
"Where-?"
"Ichigo!" All their head snapped to Tatsuki, who was striding towards Ichigo, face determined to find out who the hell this girl was. They all blanched and hurriedly followed the stubborn tomboy. Ichigo snapped towards them, blinking in horror and the girl's large curious eyes stared at them with interest. Inoue beamed in default at the awkward pair. "Hey Kurosaki-Kun!" She chirped and Ichigo faced away embarrassed. "H-Hey." Ishida pushed his glasses up. "Hello Kurosaki. Mind telling us who this is?" Ichigo glared at Ishida with a glare of painful death. Ishida glared back. Senna shifted on Ichigo's back, causing the faint blush to reappear on Ichigo's cheeks and the nape of his neck. Ishida noted this with interest, catching Chad's eye. They made contact. Understanding was made. Ichigo scowled, able to read their silent words clearly. Senna smiled widely and unhooked one arm from Ichigo's shoulders to wave at the group of Karakura High students. "Hi! I'm Senna!" They all blinked. Then Keigo decided to break the ice. "Hello lovely young lady!" He exclaimed loudly, falling to a dramatic salute. "I'm Asano Keigo! Welcome to this group of ultimate feminine beauty and manliness!" Senna beamed cheerfully. "'Kay!" Team Karakura (execpt Keigo) metaphorically sweatdropped, though Ichigo's was more out of amused exasperation than confused puzzlement. "I am Ishida Uryuu." Ishida stated, deciding to introduce everyone. "That's Sado Yasutora." Chad nodded in silent greeting.
"That's Inoue Orihime-" Orihime waved, which Senna returned enthusiastically.
"-Kojima Mizuiro-" Mizuiro nodded lightly, smiling. Senna smiled back. Ichigo frowned crossly at their friendly exchange.
"-and that's Arisawa Tatsuki." Tatsuki glared at the girl curiously, evaluating the petite girl on Ichigo's back. Senna blinked back. "Hi! What'cha guys doing?" Ichigo paled. Ishida smirked quite evilly. "Well, we were looking for Kurosaki to go to-" Ichigo shook his head frantically to Senna's confusion, mouthing for him to shut up. Ishida ignored him. "-go to the Karaoke bar downtown." Senna's face lit up in excitement and turned to Ichigo, anticipation in her mandarin orange gaze. Ichigo hung his head in defeat.
"...Damn you Ishida."
Ichigo's eye twitched as Senna bounced eagerly up and down next to him. The dark Karaoke bar was crammed with various students and the room was full of eager chatter and laughter, tittering over which song would be sung next. Orihime had already gone, singing a song "La La La". Tatsuki and Mizuiro refused to sing, and the group banned Keigo from singing. Chad was silent as usual, and Orihime was pestering Ishida to sing and knowing his weakness (the inability to refuse women) she would probably succeed. Senna's gleaming eyes scanned the song list thoughtfully. Ichigo sighed than suddenly glared at Mizuiro furiously. Mizuiro was eying Senna thoughtfully, the little player bastard. Ichigo seethed as Mizuiro glanced over Senna shoulder to look at the list and 'point out' some song suggestions. Ichigo growled inaudibly under his breath, fingers itching to slap the deceivingly innocent boy away from his Senna.
...Uh, King? Do you know how many inaccuracies are in that sentence?
Ichigo forcefully ignored his hollow, like he had been ever since his dream that Hollow Ichigo took Senna away. Hollow Ichigo sighed and retreated back into their sideways city. Ichigo huffed and glanced back at Senna and Mizuiro again. Mizuiro reached his hand out and tilted Senna's head downwards and pointed at a song selection. Senna scrutinized it carefully. Ichigo, meanwhile, saw red tinge his vision and his instincts roared in fury. Mizuiro needed to learn that no other man besides Ichigo touched or looked at Senna like that. Ichigo glared at Mizuiro hatefully and took action. Some little still rational part of his head (probably Zangetsu. Hollow Ichigo quite enthusiastically agreed with Ichigo) told him that he was being stupid and that he would look like an overprotective and possessive moron. Ichigo squashed said thought brutally.
Feigning indifference, he leaned over Senna's shoulder and spoke into her ear, his breath warm on her skin and his lips just brushing against the shell. His arm slung over Senna's shoulders and rested on the booth's rim, while his hand pushed Mizuiro away very unsubtly behind Senna's back, much to the young looking teen's surprise. "What're you looking at Senna?" Ichigo asked 'indifferently', pressing himself against her closely and intimately. Basically, he was giving Mizuiro a very clear message to NOT touch Senna. Ever. Mizuiro raised an eyebrow. Team Karakura stared at the Substitute Shinigami mark his territory and flirt (in a sense) with the airy girl. Senna leaned into him, to Ichigo's immense pleasure, and showed his the long list of song choices. She turned to face him, and their faces were only mere centimeters apart. "Song list." Ichigo's brow furrowed. "You gonna sing?" Senna shrugged cheerfully and turned away from Ichigo, to his disappointment, to look back at the song selection. "Maybe." Ichigo grunted. "Hn."
Team Karakura stared. And stared. And stared a little more. Words could not describe how utterly bizarre this was for the poor baffled teens. Ichigo, the guy who couldn't even look at barely exposed breasts was pressing up against some girl without a care in the world and- Holy shit, where the hell was his hand going?
It just wasn't natural.
Ichigo blinked against the bright spotlight agitatedly. Damn Senna. Damn her and her ability to turn his will to soft melting butter. Damn her curvy slender luscious body, and her sweet soft milky skin...her bright passionate eyes... her pink smiling lips...her long...creamy legs...locked around his waist as he pounded into her, kissing her hot skin...
The music started, and Ichigo jolted, fumbling with the microphone. Drums and guitar pounded from the speakers. Ichigo opened his mouth and sang the lyrics on the bright yet dingy screen.
Ken wo nigira nakerya omae no koto wo
Mamoru koto wa dekinai
Aa oretachi wa minna me wo aketa mama
Sora wo tobu yume wo miteirun da
Wowowo
Ikiteru yatsura mo shinda yatsura mo
Kanashimi no DEKA sa wa onaji
Rikutsu ja nai sa namida wo mitakunai dake
Tamashii ga sakebu TATTOOS ON THE SKY
The music reverberated through the dim room as Ichigo stood on stage awkwardly. He could see his friends jeering at him and he glared. Bastards. Senna was smiling and cheering for him.
Ken wo nigitta mama omae wo koto wo
Dakishimeru koto wa dekinai
Tsuki toka kasei toka tsukame torete mo
Shinjitsu ni wa mada todokanai ya
Wowowo
Waruburu tsumori mo seigi demo nai
Ore ni mo wakaranai chikara
Rikutsu ja nai sa omae wo mamoritai dake
Karada ga unaru TATTOOS ON THE SKY
TATTOOS ON THE SKY
TATTOOS ON THE SKY
Ichigo ended on a long higher note, his face like a freakin' tomato.
Wowowo
Waruburu tsumori mo seigi demo nai
Ore ni mo wakaranai chikara
Rikutsu ja nai sa omae wo mamoritai dake
Karada ga unaru TATTOOS ON THE SKY
TATTOOS ON THE SKY
TATTOOS ON THE SKY
TATTOOS ON THE SKY
The song ended abruptly in a beat of drum syllables and strumming guitar strings. His singing voice still echoing horrifyingly in his ears, his put the microphone back in it's slot and slouched back to the booth, avoiding eye contact with everyone he passed as they stared at him, clapping and yelling and whistling. His so called friends assaulted him, Keigo and Mizuiro clapped him on the back guffawing, Tatsuki laughing (mockingly), Inoue giggling (sweetly), and Chad and Ishida smirking. He scowled at them, and their smirks widened. Bastards. Ichigo turned slightly at the sound of euphoric laughter and cheers. Ichigo was thrown backwards and fell to the floor winded as the happy blur that was Senna crashed into him. Senna giggled, plastered to his body like a piece of lint, arms wrapped around his chest. Ichigo lay on the grimy ground, groaning, as Senna snuggled into him. "You were AWESOME!" Senna squealed happily and Ichigo, forgetting his previous discomfort of the dirty floor, felt hot satisfying pride swell up in his stomach and lace through his veins. "Really?" He asked smugly, sitting up, and Senna beamed up at him on his lap. "Yup!" Ichigo's shoulders squared arrogantly. Senna laughed brightly, hugging him. Only then did Ichigo realize that Senna was straddling his hips and pressing her body against his and giggling into his throat. Ichigo gulped and noticed that he had wrapped his arms around her waist tightly at some point. "Er..." It was even more awkward then normal since everyone was staring at them. And that was pretty damn awkward. Ichigo shivered from the close and continually close contact between him and the girl who eternally haunted his fantasies. "S-Senna." He stuttered, hoping she wouldn't notice his rapidly developing arousal. "S-Sen...Uh..." Senna peeked up at him, a look of pure evil in her large eyes.
Sweet, wonderful, hot evil...
"Yes?" She asked much too innocently and shifted her body to get a better look at Ichigo's face. Of course, this involved sitting up and brushing her hips against Ichigo's. Ichigo's face flamed and he fought not to make a noise of desperate lust. Tatsuki, taking pity on the poor horny strawberry, pulled Senna off, smirking knowingly. "C'mon. He needs to breathe." Senna pouted but got off the flustered Shinigami. Ichigo made a strangled noise that caused the boys of the group to send knowing and sympathetic looks. Inoue just looked confused, and Tatsuki and Senna shared evil and conspiring looks.
Ichigo, the poor needing soul, was afraid. Very, very afraid.
A/N: Yay! Review!
The song Ichigo sang was Tattoos on the Sky, sang by Masakazu Morita who's Ichigo's voice actor. It's a good song. I recommend it.