A/N: I'm sick. And it sucks.
I don't own bleach.
Chapter 7:
Where Ichigo goes home exhausted from the mental torture, and is so oblivious that only now has he begun to realize that Senna knows he wants her (and he still hasn't figured out that her feelings reciprocate), Senna has a nightmare and Ichigo is tortured some more, and Rukia comes back with Renji.
...Awkward. With another helping of bizarreness and even more awkward since Renji actually seems to know Senna.
Ichigo's feet dragged wearily along the gray pavement as Senna bounced cheerfully at his side. Ichigo was tired. Really tired. Fighting Aizen to the death was one thing, but fighting off his horny thoughts and needs in front of his friends was a whole other deal. And Tatsuki didn't help. In fact, she gave Senna pointers on how to screw with Ichigo's mind even more than she naturally did. They were rather helpful pointers, to the poor strawberry's dismay and delight. Senna had done everything to mess with his poor head, including sitting on his lap and wrapping herself around him in a squeezing hug like a pretzel.
Ichigo was pretty sure he nearly died.
And he was getting pretty suspicious that Senna knew he loved- er- lusted- um- was effected by her in certain ways. It was pretty obvious she knew, but Ichigo could be really dense about these things.
Senna strolled next to the weary teen happily. She was wearing him down. Soon, he would collapse in a fit of uncontainable lust and make a move. Soon. She smiled slightly evilly at the thought.
Ichigo noticed and shivered. Not out of fear, which was the more logical and sane reason. But because he thought that expression was really and outstandingly hot.
Ichigo wondered if he needed help.
Ichigo slumped though the front door and weakly (but still effectively) socked his dad in the face in retaliation of the wacky man's attack. He hauled himself up the stairs.
"Oni-chan! Are you going to have dinner?" Ichigo turned and smiled weakly at his worried sister. "Nah. I'm tired. Sorry, Yuzu." He trudged up the last steps and stumbled to his room and slammed the door behind him. Yuzu frowned worriedly. "Oni-chan!" Senna smiled brightly and patted the young Kurosaki on the shoulder. "Don't worry about Ichigo!" Senna chirped. "He's fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yup!" She smirked evilly and Karin nodded approvingly. Finally, Ichigo brought home a chick strong enough to handle the Kurosaki craziness.
Ichigo collapsed on his bed, not bothering to change. He rubbed his face with his hands, groaning. God, that was torture. It took all willpower, strength, everything, to not throw Senna over his shoulder and carry her into the closest public restroom and fuck her senseless. Hell, it took everything to not push everything off the small table, toss her on it, and fuck her senseless right there in front of the entire Karaoke Bar. Her breathy and ragged giggles echoed in his ear, the phantom of soft and hot breath puffing on the hyper aware skin of his neck. The feel of her slender arms wrapped around his neck, her soft breasts pressing into his chest, her ambrosial and sharp smelling hair wafting temptingly into his nose, invading his every breath cruelly. Her sweet and perfect ass sat on his lap, long wonderful legs dangling and rubbing against his calves. The plump pink lips brushed the skin of his convulsing throat as he swallowed desperately, her hands squeezing them tighter together and tugging curiously and gently on his vibrant hair...
Ichigo groaned again and turned onto his stomach and buried his face into the pillow. He couldn't handle much more of this.
Night fell and Ichigo was once again haunted by the devious dreams of Senna kissing his bare chest, straddling his madly jerking hips, her slight sweaty slick form rubbing his own as he thrust continually into her hot, tight body, her moans of ecstasy ringing beautifully in his ears...
Something shook him and he grunted, turning away. He didn't want to wake up yet. Not yet...
He was shook harder. Ichigo squirmed a bit and reluctantly opened his eyes and his bleary sleepy ones met wide awake orange orbs. Ichigo blinked, tired and confused. "...Senna?" She nodded. "I had a nightmare." She informed him. He sat up, careful that the blanket was still covering his hard on. "Oh." Ichigo said. Silence. Senna blinked up at him, still a bit scared and pleading, and Ichigo knew he was screwed.
"Can I sleep here?"
...
...Yep. He was so screwed.
Ichigo's eyes were wide and every time he tried to close them into sleep they shot open again immediately. When Senna said 'Can I sleep here?' she meant it. That said, Ichigo strained to sleep despite Senna's warm body snuggled into his. His breath heaved shallowly, eyes wide with insane lust and his face and neck burned with flushing blood. His lower stomach blazed with screaming longing, his need grinding and rubbing at his underwear furiously, begging for release. His breath hitched desperately as she squirmed closer into him, cuddling into the crook of his neck, her foot sliding against his and up his calves, pushing his sweats' leg up. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut panting. God, he just wanted this to end. He would give anything. Anything for Senna to open her eyes. For Senna to smile at him, giggle at him, and kiss him. Kiss him everywhere as he-
Her legs hooked with his and Ichigo whimpered as her arms, loosely draped over his chest, tightened as she shifted her body higher and closer to him; her lips hovering over his throat. Ichigo gasped at the tantalizing sensation. His erotic and pleasurable dreams were absolutely nothing compared to this amazing ecstasy. "A-Ah...Senna..." He begged, despite her being asleep and unable to hear him. "...S...Stop...Please..." She pulled herself closer and Ichigo gave in slightly to his temptation and his large palm moved on it's own and his fingers gripped her flawless hip greedily. Feeling the soft fabric under his palms, her body's heat teasing his hand, his want flamed higher; his hips jerked roughly. Senna mumbled something and her thighs gripped his left taunt inner thigh, brushing his clothe covered shaft. Ichigo's eyes rolled up into his head as ecstasy blinded him and overcame his body his waves, racking his body with shudders.
After his body somehow managed to calm down slightly, Ichigo wrenched himself away and out of bed, staggering down the stairs. Opening the freezer, he collected as much ice as possible and retreated into the bathroom.
Ichigo stayed in his makeshift bath of ice and cold water for 20 minutes until he deemed it safe to return to his room.
About an hour later, he woke up again to do the exact same thing.
Senna was worried. Ichigo was pale and yawned every few minutes, and there were shadows under his eyes and his hair was unkempt. He would nod off every few seconds then jerk back up with a start, and rub his eyes exhaustively. Senna didn't think last night would effect him this much, and she really did have a nightmare. It was an odd, but familiar one, that involved the pointy hat things. Senna shook his shoulder as he nearly fell asleep into his cereal. "Ichigo?"
"Huh?" Ichigo jerked up, blinking groggily. "The formula for the area of a triangle is base multiplied by height divided by 2." He said randomly and Senna blinked. ...Okay... "Are you okay?" Senna asked and Ichigo blinked at her. "...Fine." Senna raised an eyebrow. "Really?" She asked skeptically. Ichigo nodded dully. "Yes." Senna huffed. "I don't believe you." Ichigo didn't hear her, as he actually did fall asleep into his cereal bowl. Senna sighed.
The school day passed, and Ichigo did not show. Team Karakura was very confused, but brushed it off.
Hey, it was the guy known to vanish for a month and randomly appear again perfectly fine. A day wouldn't kill him.
The river flowed peacefully when the traditional Japanese door appeared in whirl of steam and smoke. The doors slid open two deep violet butterflies' wings beat gently against the wind, guiding the petite dark haired girl and the tall crimson hair man. They strode through the worlds, coming to a halt on the grassy riverbank. Their black robes and dark hair swayed in the wind. Renji turned to look down at his small and beautiful companion's dollish face. "Rukia, you okay?" Rukia's large indigo violet eyes blinked up at him and she nodded. "Yeah. Let's go Renji." Cinnamon eyes glinted and scarlet hair swayed.
"Okay."
Ichigo blinked awake at the piercing rays of sunlight seeping into his room. Why was he in his room? Ichigo groaned, putting a hand to his head. Why was he in his room and not in school? He remembered breakfast...feeling dark sleep overcome...
Tap, tap. Ichigo turned and saw Rukia and Renji through his window. He heaved it open and stepped back when they jumped in gracefully. Well, Rukia was graceful. Renji was Renji.
"Ever heard of a door?" Ichigo grumbled and Rukia glared, and kicked him in the shin. Ichigo swore. "Dammit Rukia!"
"Shut up! Why aren't you in school baka?" Rukia snapped at him, raising a fist threateningly. Ichigo scowled. "Too tired." Renji nodded understandingly. "Lots of Hollows last night?"
"...That's less humiliating, so sure." Ichigo readily agreed to their confusion. Ichigo stretched, yawning. "So what's up?"
"I'm here for my standard patrol," Rukia explained, "and Renji's here because Nii-Sama wanted him stationed here for some reason." Renji nodded. "Yup. You know Taicho."
"Overprotective bastard?"
"The very same."
"HEY! DON'T INSULT NII-SAMA!" Rukia shouted furiously, preparing to punch them both in the head, when her soul pager and Ichigo's Substitute Shinigami badge blared; HOLLOW! HOLLOW! Ichigo sighed, pushing himself out of his body. "Where is it?" Rukia checked the small screen. "Hmmm...it's on the other side of town...Karakura Private High School." She looked up to see Ichigo gone and the sound of shattering glass behind her. Renji was gaping at the window. Rukia stared at them empty space where Ichigo used to be in dull shock and turned. Rukia gaped too.
"...Did he just-" She gestured to the broken window with the vaguely Ichigo shaped hole in the glass and Renji nodded.
"Smash through the window to get there faster? Yeah."
"..."
Ichigo shot through the air faster than...than...uh...
Well, he was going pretty fast. Faster than Superman! Ahem.
Ichigo felt the air sting his face and push his shihakshou sleeves back stubbornly and his eyes watered from the cold kiss of stinging air. He ignored all this and moved even faster.
"It's on the other side of town...Karakura Private High School."
Senna. She was in danger. She was the one the hollow was after. Ichigo could feel it. Ichigo felt frantic and unpleasant acidic panic well up in his chest. He couldn't lose her. Not again...not after feeling her fade away to nothing in his arms. Watching her sacrifice herself, helpless to do anything but watch. The feel of her tears stain his shirt as she cried in happiness as he told her those comforting lies, her screams of fear; choking his ears, tearing his soul to agonized shreds. No...
Never again.
Senna was running. Her lungs burned as her legs pumped her body forward, desperate adrenaline fueling her limbs. The monster (Hollow, Senna remembered) roared behind her. She ducked into a alley to realize it was a dead end. Senna face palmed. Duh. And it was so cliché! Only she was going to die a horrible brutal painful death of being eaten alive. Super.
She wheeled around as the goat-esque creature laughed at her helplessness. It advanced on her slowly, deciding to play with his food before he consumed her soul. She backed away slowly, the jeering voice in her head really not helping.
C'mon. We can totally kick his ass. With one twister I'll send this guy to oblivion!
Senna gulped as the Hollow had her totally cornered. Well, that does sound nice. But I am a mere human. I can't freakin' control wind. The voice sighed. I know. Don't worry Senna. We'll get your twister wielding ass kicking self back soon.
The hell-? Senna thoughts were cut off abruptly as the Hollow's thick clawed hands grabbed her around the middle and brought her up to it's mask as it cracked open to reveal multiple ravenous mouths. Senna uttered a soft scream. "Get off!" She struggled helplessly. God, she was going to die. Like actually die. I didn't even get to make out with Ichigo... A slimy and sickly tongue licked her and she screamed.
"ICHIGO!"
"GRAHHHHH!" The loud battle cry answered her call as a dark shape appeared above Senna, it's hand griping the hilt of a large sword on it's back. The Hollow roared in pain as the oversized butcher knife sliced through the thick skin with ease and it clutched it's bleeding stump as Senna fell towards the hard ground. The large hand had slackened it's grip with no muscles or commands to keep it's steely grasp fixed around the falling girl and Senna broke away from the decapitated hand.
Of course, she was still falling to the ground and to her death.
Senna fell further and further to the ground, eyes wide and watering against the wind, but she couldn't close them. Ichigo...A gentle breeze suddenly surrounded her and slowed the fall dramatically, autumn leaves flying lazily in front of her face. Then she felt strong arms carry her into a muscular warm chest and she relaxed against him. Her hand rose up and clutched his rough uniform as she curled against him. "Ichigo..."
Ichigo was shaking. With rage or fear or relief he couldn't tell. Senna was safe. Safe and breathing and warm and in his arms. He clung to her, sinking to his knees on the pavement, dropping Zangetsu next to him and pulled her even closer. She sat clumsily on his lap, clinging to his uniform, head buried in his rapidly moving chest. He was sure she could her his frenziedly pumping heart, pounding like a loud drum in his ears. Ichigo nuzzled his face into her plum hair, inhaling her scent shakily. She smelled so good. "Senna."
Rukia and Renji flashed quickly to the scene. "Ichigo!" Rukia called out, hand on her katana, eyes scanning the area for threats sharply. Renji glanced around, seeing that the hollow had been purified. "Ichigo!" His voice rang out loudly into the quiet alley. Silence screamed back at him defiantly and Renji frowned. Where-?
He heard quiet whispering behind some boxes and Renji walked over, gesturing his small friend to follow. Renji rounded the boxes and gaped like a flopping fish out of water at the sight. Ichigo was cuddling a teenage female high school student, curled up against her like she was life and he was dying. She was squeezing him closer to her, not that Ichigo was complaining, and nestling into his chest. Zangetsu lay carelessly to the side, forgotten. Ichigo's arms were wound around her slender but curvy waist in a vice like grip and Ichigo's face was immersed in her shiny purple hair, with his eyes closed softly and he wore a look that was very familiar to Renji. Renji and that look knew each other well, and often met up on Fridays, and the occasional birthday or holiday.
A look of utter devotion, obsession, and lust.
Ichigo, Kurosaki fucking Ichigo, was in love. With a human. Renji stared bewildered. It was just so bizarre.
Rukia turned the corner. "Renji, what-?" Rukia stared and her loud questioning voice seemed to startle Ichigo out of his moment of bliss. He blinked up at them and tightened his grip and Renji raised an eyebrow. If Ichigo held her any harder she would bruise. "H-Hey." Ichigo greeted bashfully, his cheeks tinted bright red. Renji smirked. "Yo." Ichigo blushed harder. Renji cackled inwardly. Rukia gaped. "...Ichigo? Who's this?" Ichigo mouthed wordlessly. "Uh...well...this..." He fumbled for words and the girl, noticing their presence, turned her head. Renji's eyes widened and she mirrored his actions.
"Renji?"
"...Senna?"
A/N: Cliffhanger. Yay.
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