Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of the characters associated with the franchise.
Here's chapter eleven, so I hope everyone enjoys it.
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Rangiku was livid, hurt, frustrated, agitated. The night before, needless to say, was one she would rather forget. If you told her that someone other than Gin Ichimaru - who left her for reasons that probably had nothing to do with her, as opposed to his resolve to annihilate Sosuke Aizen from within, which ultimately ended prematurely in his death - would reject her, she would laugh in their face. No man ever rejected her. Men were practically at her beck and call … at all times … and yet, Ichigo Kurosaki pushed her aside.
Un-fucking-believable!
It was supposed to be the other way around; he was determined to had been just like other men - a slave to his carnal desires and easily manipulated through her charm. He might have duped others with his modest act, but she saw through it … or so she continuously bamboozled herself on countless occasions.
How dare he humiliate her? The nerve he had to triumph over her at her own game!
The blonde hissed, as she sat in the dark, alone, on her couch.
A teenager like him was never intended to man up before her very eyes. He wasn't supposed to learn how to force her body to sing at his command. And, for damn certain, he wasn't supposed to make her fall in love with him.
Though it had required time for veritable feelings of chivalry to emerge within her, it made her sick to her stomach.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Why had her plan failed? Why?
It simply wasn't fair.
"I am never supposed to feel anything like this again. Gin was the only person I had ever allowed to see me so vulnerable, so … exposed. What is it about this kid that I just can't get him out of my head?
"I mean - yeah, he's cute, I guess … and he's got a big cock. Well, it isn't that big: Gin's was bigger. So were Shuuhei and Renji's (if I remembered correctly).
"He calls me out on my bullshit, which no one almost ever does. Not only that, but he won't let me get away with anything. When I push, he pushes back - hard. I love it. I love feeling submissive to him. No man, including Gin, made me feel like I had to listen, or else.
"Is this really love? If it is, it's an entirely different animal that, frankly, I don't want to confront anymore. It's wonderful, yet uncomfortable. I can't stand it. But, why, oh why, is there a part of me that wants to hold on to this feeling … just a little longer?"
Emitting a bone-chilling growl akin to a lion, Rangiku mentally mulled over numerous ways she could seek compensation for the insult he had bestowed upon her.
Her pseudo reason for keeping him in her life be damned, she wanted him - and she wasn't going to release him without a fight. The next time she saw him, she was going to profess every tiny emotion she associated with him in her heart aloud.
Fuck the consequences.
Yes, she acknowledged that the healer was a dear friend of hers. That much was true. In addition, a part of Rangiku genuinely had yearned for the girl to get the boy of her dreams.
But …
The bigger part of her, the part Rangiku failed to disclose to anyone, even herself - until now - was that she had also viewed the young woman as a rival the moment she began feeling closer to the substitute soul reaper. Sure, the strawberry-blonde endured the sensation within her heart that continuously conveyed that she was, indeed, betraying her friend - but what was she to do? Attraction wasn't a choice - and a person couldn't help who they fell for.
Sue her for being an imperfect spirit.
As far as Rangiku was concerned, everyone else needed to mind their own damn business and let her and Ichigo be. If Orihime had a problem with her, she could approach her, and the two of them could, then, merely work out their differences. Or fight. Neither one made the slightest difference to her, as the lieutenant possessed no qualms about fighting for her man ... And although she certainly preferred not to fight (for various reasons), if she were being totally forthright, the lieutenant suspected that she and the healer would end up having to compete for the substitute's affections.
Bring it on!
In all honesty, the well-endowed soul reaper merely grew tired of everyone dumping their shit on her. She wished to shut them all up … permanently.
She admitted the circumstances in which everything came out was fucked up as hell. However, all of this shit from others needed to come to a screeching halt, for she was at her limit.
She wasn't going to apologize. She was going to win Ichigo's heart. Point, blank, period.
If anybody didn't like it, tough.
Now, if only she could force herself to believe such a proclamation …
XOXOXOXOXO
"Orihime," someone called out, as they approached her, whilst she was gathering her things after school.
"Oh, Uryu, how are you?" smiled the burnt-orange-haired teen. She hadn't held a conversation with him in quite some time, so it was nice to see him again.
"I'm fine. But, I must admit, I'm surprised you're not with Tatsuki," commented the quincy, as he fiddled with his glasses.
"Oh, yeah, well, she had to practice for her tournament next week. You know, she's going to be champion and she's totally going to meet aliens from Uranus after she wins … I'm so jealous!" playfully pouted the healer, causing the boy in front of her to slyly grin. "I wish I could be like her - strong and kicking butt! Hi-yah~!"
"You're … great just the way you are, Orihime …," Uryu trailed, not knowing exactly how to respond to his sometimes-eccentric classmate.
"Gee, thanks, Uryu. But, really, you don't need to lie to me."
Confused, the boy raised his eyebrow. "Orihime, you're -"
"I'm not. I wish I could talk longer, but I have to go, Uryu. Tell Nemu I said hi. It was great seeing you."
Before he could go on any further, the healer took off in another direction. When she got outside the school, Orihime ran. She ran far and fast. It wasn't until she reached the park that she stopped.
Out of air, she bent over, gasping. Surrounding her were many leaves swirling around to go with leaves that had already littered the ground, due to the chilly winds autumn brought in its wake.
The girl shivered as a sudden burst of wind smacked her exposed legs. She recognized that she should've dressed warmer, however, remembering how much Ichigo practically worshipped her body - her legs, in particular - the afternoon she gave him her virginity, Orihime absolutely refused to wear anything else for the time being.
"You really shouldn't be out here, Orihime."
"That voice … It couldn't be ..."
Author's Note: Another short chapter. Hopefully, though, you guys enjoyed it. I want to thank everyone who has given me support throughout this fic … I'm very grateful. Thank you, again, and I'll see you all on the next update.
Peace.
