AN: Hello there guys and gals, here's the next chapter. There's more character depth for the girls here along with some appearances of other characters. There isn't much lime in this chapter and I'm still trying to build up for the next lemon. That one should hopefully be out next chapter or definitely some heavy lime. Ooh the things I have planned *evil laughter*.
There is also some GinRan which is a little depressing, don't expect their story to be happiness and sunshine.
Irasshaimasse - welcoming someone (usually at a place of business/formal)
"Hugh!" Rangiku sighed while flipping her hair back as she sat down on her fluffy carpet in her lavish room. Like normal Rangiku fashion she decided to wear a skimpy negligee.
"That was a pretty good dinner wasn't it?" She asked her friends with smug grin knowingly. Rukia nodded distantly, busy finding the book she bought from the mall - to Rangiku's dismay - while Orihime giggled after burping loudly. Tatsuki picked at her teeth with a toothpick, seemingly ignoring the woman, as she stretched on the fluffy pink loveseat against the wall of Ran's room.
Momo, who was sitting up straight as always, bowed her head slightly with a gentle smile. "Of course Ran-san." Rangiku wouldn't have any of that as she sprung at the girl like a predatorial cat, smothering her with her bosoms. "C'mon, Hinamori-cha~n." Rangiku pouted slightly. "Loosen up, you're not on duty right now!"
"Okay Ran-san sorry!" The pleading girl muffled under the affectionate woman. Momo herself was wearing a long sleeved pajama top with kittens all over it along with matching bottoms which flittered around as her appendages moved frantically. She looked as if she was desperate for oxygen.
As this was happening, Rukia moved on to sit on Rangiku's bed which seemed to enhance the diminutive size of the petite girl. Said girl didn't take much notice as she got comfortable and read. Orihime moved right behind her playing with the girls' tresses that she was somehow making into a bow as she rambled on about random things. Seeing as how they've been friends for a while, Rukia learned to multitask at reading her book and answering the bubbly girl's questions anytime they would arise.
Rangiku's room was unnecessarily large, much bigger than even Rukia's or her brothers, shaded in a variety of girly colors but mostly sporting hot pinks and reds. Somehow the woman was able to pull off such a girly looking room to also be equally as sexy and strongly appealing to Rukia's feminine side. She couldn't help but appreciate her friends sense in interior design even though it was more than too much in the ways of simplicity.
The room held the essentials of any female teenager, comfy bed with mountains of pillows and stuffed body pillow shaped animals, a desk with the standard computer and materials, a large TV with large pillows and bean bag chairs surrounding the coffee table in front of it, along with a large closet that didn't lack any grandeur like everything else, and held clothes Rukia was sure Rangiku never wore or saw in years, along with a master sized bathroom. There were customizations to the room that made it uniquely Rangiku's, like the vast amount of posters lining the walls of different boy bands/groups, dramas, and celebrities. She also had personal pictures scattered on the wall, some of her and her dad, places she visited, her and Rukia, and a couple of the whole gang. Out of all the girls, Rangiku's room was the most lavish fitting with the rest of the house. Even so, it was still comforting because of how it fit their friend perfectly.
An hour before the girls found themselves in the comfort of Rangiku's room, they were downstairs enjoying the meal that they were pinning for. A disarray of cuisines set up by Kishiro-san himself with the help of other maids.
Unnecessary to say, the food was delicious and each girl gave great thanks to the jolly pink haired French cook named Henry when he came out to great them. So much so, that there was a stain of red flowering his cheeks and nose following their praise. The girls were always amazed by the talent the man had in fixing international dishes authentically, which he always loved explaining that his in depth travels around the world and love of cooking helped flourish.
After the befitting dinner, the girls decided to freshen up with a bath. Unlike Rukia's family's huge bathhouse that could fit at least 15, Ran's bathing area was more modern and quaint, and led into her room. It was actually more of a sauna type bath tub. Though smaller, it was large enough that the girls fit in comfortably with each other.
Rukia donned silk dark blue night shorts that matched her eyes from Ran's closet-it was great that she kept spare clothing there whenever she spontaneously stayed the night - which was often, and a baby blue silk tank lined with frills on the neck line. Orihime wore frilly grey shorts with white polka dots and a grey form-fitting shirt. While Tatsuki wore boy short panties and a sports bra, like Rangiku, confident with her body, not that the girls hadn't already seen each other naked multiple times, but their shameless comfortability was admirable.
While Ran was still boob wrestling Momo, a muffled sound of a phone went off. Each girl turned to their own devices to see if it was their own. Rukia noticed that her phone was dead, so knew it wasn't her own as she turned to plug it up.
Rangiku took in a quick breath, seemingly surprised.
"Who is it Ran?" Rukia asked, concern written on her face for her friends instant change in demeanor.
"I..It's... Gin." Rangiku said as she looked up to her best friend.
"Rukia?!" Ichigo yelled into his phone without checking the number. His stupidity seemed to spike with his anxiety. Then again he never really got like this unless the topic was his family.
"No, dipshit. It's Grimmjow." The gruff voice on the line answered. If Ichigo could hear eyes rolling he would.
All the energy seemed to drain from Ichigo as he slumped back into his seat and took the phone away from his ear to recuperate himself and get the car back in the right lane.
"Hey! HEY! ARE YOU IGNORING ME YOU ASSWIPE!" Grimmjow impressively yelled from the phone. Ichigo swore he turned down the volume to its near lowest settings.
"FUCK YOU! I'm driving what the hell do you want?" A honk was heard behind him as some delinquents jaywalked across the street. "If you're going to insult me, I'm hanging up."
"Haha! I'm sorry I forgot how much of a sensitive little pussy you are-"
"Grimmjow..." The orange haired man growled.
"Yeah, yeah." Ichigo swerved to the left, driving more dangerously than usual. It was still nothing compared to Grimmjow's driving skills. His were horrendous. "The guys are coming over tonight to hang out for a while, bring your bitch ass over here with some pizza." He said in a voice that could careless about his appearance to the party, but Ichigo knew better and understood it was actually the opposite. Ichigo was probably the first guy Grimm called. Even with his mood, he cracked a smirk and started messing with his cousin.
"Aw, only been back here half a day and you miss me? What is the chick laying on your bed not good enough to satiate your desire for me?"
"I'm not gay, you fucker!"
"Ha! Could've fooled me." Ichigo snickered over the phone. Grimm's growl showed that he heard him.
"Oh yeah? Well when I'm in your sister you'll see just how gay I am." Grimm yakked, while Ichigo snapped.
"YOU FUCKIN' LAY A HAND ON HER YOU PRICK, AND I WILL KILL YOU!" Ichigo seethed menacingly, as he almost ran over a squirrel in the road, his eyes flashed gold as he breathed deeply and tried hard not to break his phone through the window of his car.
"I'm kidding, kidding!" Grimmjow laughed, not even a little believable or his words comforting but Ichigo calmed down anyway already used to how his cousin was.
"Whatever. I'm not coming over." He said in a clipped and annoyed tone.
"Ichigo-man, I've got bitches over here just begging to get fucked. Don't tell me you changed your ways? That's no fun." Grimm replied patronizingly. "What can you not keep up with the big dogs anymore?"
"I don't give a fuck about any bimbo's Grimmjow, I'm not coming over." Ichigo said still seething as he stopped at a red light.
"Who's the girl?" All laughing stopped and Ichigo had to blink a couple times to be sure he heard Grimmjow's tone change. He could either say he was with a girl - which was somewhat true - and have him possibly find out it was Rukia. 'Fuck no.' Or he could dismiss it and go on over to his house. 'Fuck it', Ichigo decided.
He sighed loudly into the receiver before answering. "There's no girl, I'm just not in the mood to have your leftovers." Ichigo replied tiredly. He continued down the road once he heard Grimmjow's infamous laughter start up again.
"Right, don't forget, I want the meat lovers with extra jalapeños, Xtra large pizza." Ichigo heard a random woman in the background asking Grimm to come back to bed. Ichigo just shook his head as he pulled up to the place he was looking for. The small shop was almost hidden between two large buildings and settled along dirt path. The large sign in front of it read as "Urahara Shoten" in thick kanji.
"Fuck you." With that last remark, Ichigo put his phone on silent effectively ending the call as he got out the car and locked it.
"Gin?"
A look of anticipation and happiness filled Rangiku's eyes along with shock and worry, Orihime and Tatsuki didn't know who Gin was, which showed in their bewildered faces upon hearing the name, whereas Momo was only slightly confused. She knew the basics after overhearing Rukia and Rangiku's conversation on accident a while ago, so the girls explained a bit to her. Rukia knew about Gin pretty well, but only from what Rangiku told her and from pictures the older woman showed her.
From what she was told, Gin and Rangiku had known each other for as long as they remembered, since they grew up in foster care with each other. While it felt like a long time, they actually met when Ran was 5 and he 9, he found her behind a dumpster beaten and abused horribly from god knows what. He wasn't doing much better though from being on the streets for a year without a place to stay, but decided to help the girl anyway he could.
The decision was made for them when Rangiku's injuries were far too harsh for Gin to patch up on his own so he looked to an older woman he knew that ran a home for homeless children. Since then, they stayed until two years later when Rangiku's real father found her.
He and his wife lost her when she got kidnapped out of her bed during the time they were out of the country for business. When her mother found out and read the morbid letter the kidnappers left along with seeing the bloodstained sheets of her bed and floor, she lost all hope and committed suicide after 9 months of no word from the police who thought she was taken into the sex trade and forever stuck deep in the grit of Tokyo. The fact that it was possible for people to do that to children who were still babies in their own right, severely disturbed Rukia. She was barely comforted when Ran told her that it happened so long ago that she didn't remember anything except glimpses of her and Gin.
Gin wasn't as lucky as Rangiku to have rich parents who cared. His parents were drug addicts who owed a lot of money and when he heard that they were trying to sell him to make a profit, he ran away. Gin also stayed in the foster home long after Rangiku left, switching from house to house because of his supposed strange behavior and rebellious attitude. He was finally adopted though at 14 by a wealthy man named Aizen.
Him and Ran kept in contact even at the forbiddance of her father, who disliked him for multiple reasons including him being 4 years older, but that didn't stop them. Rangiku came to love him when they were younger and stayed strong with that feeling as they grew older, and from the way Ran described their acquaintance with each other, it sounded like he loved her too.
"What was it, a text?" Rukia asked, remembering the quick ring.
Rangiku nodded and looked at her as if she was a beacon of enlightenment, or at least someone who knew the answers to all her problems. Rukia saw where it was coming, even though it unsettled her a bit, the insistence in her look. She did help the girl through some of her deepest problems when it seemed that Ran was going to drown her sorrows in alcohol, men, and her terrible decision to possibly try drugs. Her unwavering comfort for her friend whether with harsh words that needed to be said or affection like letting Rangiku cry for hours on her and bare her soul. It seemed to be something that the woman who used to get ostracized and bullied by girls because of her foreign looks that all the boys sexually harassed her for, desperately needed.
Rukia was one of her first friends when she entered Karakura Jr High in her third year. At the time Ran seemed to cloud her hurt with her easy-going and boisterous attitude, but Rukia knew from the start her hurt, the type of pain and loneliness that she herself could understand, along with the guilt that came with it.
"Well what does it say." Rukia got up from her seat to sit in front of Ran in case she needed support. Hearing from Gin always brought her intense happiness or sorrow. He was the absolute first friend Rangiku had. He was her first everything. He even was the first man she had sex with willingly when she was 14 and he 18. Right afterwards he left without a word to go into the navy which she found out he did two and a half years afterwards. In the time between that, Ran went into her worst and without her growing amount of friends she would have been lost.
Rangiku moved her fingers around on the phone seemingly opening the message. Her eyes scanned the screen a few times until she looked up at her friend with a sad smile and barely misted eyes. "He says he's going to be staying in the navy another 5 years but that he's going to visit me next school break." She said as she pulled back her healthy strawberry blonde hair a bit.
After Rangiku found out, she finally was able to get a hold of him when he came back on break a month later. They somewhat rekindled their relationship in one day, but Ran still felt confused. He would call and text every now and then to give updates but rarely told her when he was in town. If he did, they would meet up for the night and he'd be off the next day.
Not being one to sugar-coat or give false hope, Rukia just got closer to her friend and smoothed down her messy hair from her musings. Rukia was able to look down to Ran since she was on her knees while Ran sat slumped, and kissed her forehead. A slight sigh was heard until she was quickly tackled to the floor and her cheeks were rubbed mercilessly with Ran's own. "OOh! My baby's so cute when she's worrying about me!" Rangiku said in a baby voice. "Don't worry Mama's alright!" The woman's blue eyes sparkled as she let up on the girl below her who just stared at her apathetically but whose violet orbs also danced.
"Don't worry Rangiku, you'll always have me to lean on, okay?" Rukia smiled gently while Ran's smile only got bigger.
"You have us too, Rangiku-chan." Orihime said with eyes of compassion and child-like determination. Tatsuki also looked sympathetic and welcoming, while Momo smiled understandingly.
"Awe c'mon guys! Group hug!" Somehow, the woman pulled everyone into her grip as they tumbled to the floor giggling, minus Tatsuki who was struggling to breathe in between Rangiku's mounds of flesh as the woman carried on about how she's never seen the poor girl look so gentle before.
After ending the call with his antichrist of a cousin, Ichigo sighed dejectedly. "This is going to be a long fucking day." The orange haired male said bitterly aloud before he walked up the decrepit stone steps leading to the wooden porch holding the wooden sliding doors.
He tentatively opened the door expecting the sneaky man who ran the shop to be standing there trying to surprise him as usual. Instead of facing said man, he was met with a much shorter girl who had black hair and sorrowful eyes. "Irasshaimasse Ichigo-san." The girl bowed and turned away expecting him to follow.
He didn't think twice about it and strolled in behind her. After knowing the small girl all her life she still kept up with the same politeness. He knew it was just her personality so it usually didn't bother him. When she turned with a concerned look on her face after hearing him sigh, he ruffled her hair letting a rare smile grace his face. "Nice to see you again Ururu." Ururu blushed per usual when met with affection, and turned to keep walking.
From a third point of view, the way Ichigo looked around the shop would infer that he was acquainted with it before, by how comfortable and unperturbed he was at some questionable things on sale. Urahara's sold everything in the sights of knickknacks and small merchandise. From innocent Chappy collectibles to rifle ammunition and hidden daggers.
As the small girl lead him into the next set of shoji doors, a small boy who was a bit smaller than the girl came barreling at him. "What the hell are you doing here ginger?" Ironically, he had flaming head of red hair with a stubborn face to match, the little gremlin. Ichigo just picked him up by the scruff of his shirt and carried the boy along, kicking and screaming into the next room as Ururu scolded him.
"Shut up, Ururu before I beat you up too!"
They both rolled their eyes at hearing him, knowing his bark was louder than his bite. "I feel honored that you missed me so much pipsqueak." Ichigo said with a teasing grin once he placed the boy down. "You know you shouldn't disrespect your Onee-sama Jinta, she's older than you." Ignoring him, the boy continued to glare.
"I wouldn't misunderstand, you prick." Jinta kicked him in the balls then ran out a new set of doors whilst sticking his tongue out mockingly. "And I can do whatever I want!" The screen doors shut with a bang then a running sound distanced in the hallway.
"You-little-punk." Ichigo wheezed clutching himself on the floor.
"Ara, ara. What do we have here." A man with a long robe, clogs, and bedridden hair called as he hit the poor boy on the floor a couple of times with his cane. The man got himself acquainted in his usual way by sitting behind his coffee table and situating himself with a book pilfered from the small shelf behind him. The small girl from earlier came back in with two teas and left in the same direction as the boy earlier.
After finally getting his bearings, Ichigo winced at the pain in his loins but sat up anyway, ready to leave as soon as possible.
The man with disheveled blonde hair that seemed to be missing a hat, and baby blue eyes, looked up from the book he was reading with animated interest to look at the orange top in front of him. He also sported a serene smile on his face. "Now what can I do to help my godson out today?"
Ichigo glared at the man he was forced to recognize with relation. "Cut the crap Urahara. I called earlier, with what I wanted."
The man just pulled out a fan from thin air and waved it in front of him as his godson got even more frustrated with his allusive behavior.
"Oh, yes..yes..." He waved his fan some more and stared smiling at the fuming boy in front of him who started taping his finger on the table to keep from chocking his father's best friend.
"And?" Ichigo questioned after 2 more minutes of Urahara's stare down. Impatience clearly laced in his voice.
"What did you want again?" Urahara hid behind his fan as he laughed lightly and sweat dropped, waiting for Ichigo's outburst.
If this was a cartoon there would have been a fizzle above Ichigo's head as he simmered out and banged his head loudly onto the table. He didn't have enough energy to punch his godfather out like usual. The merciful man seemed to realize that and quickly got up after a flash of concern played on his face... until it was wiped away by his usual grin. "Ara, ara. I've got it Ichigo, I've just missed you is all. I don't see my godchildren as often as I would have liked. You know when you and Rukia were in primary school you guys would come over everyday to play with me." He said as fake tears rolled down his face, something Urahara and his father have mastered to summon to a T. "Now only Yuzu and Karin come by but Karin is worse that you were back then, all she does is beat me up." He cried harder. "But luckily Yuzu is as sweet as a lily and helps Ururu around the shop when Yoruichi's not here to scold Jinta." Urahara finally put away the fan to continue on with his story.
Ichigo looked up from the table, eyes pleading to get away from the pure torture. "But alas..." The man just kept going and going and going! Dad needed to come back soon, because Ichigo definitely didn't want to be a replacement for his gossip.
Urahara was finally done with his trite rant after a brutal 10 minutes. "Here~" The man sighed happily, pulling out a bag from his robe sleeve. "Don't use too much at once, it's harmless but the more you put, the stronger and longer the sexual drive is. If you're not there to satiate that desire, the girl you're using this on will be desperate enough to hump anything with legs." Urahara chuckled and looked off as if to watch distant memories but quickly sobered and eyed the boy in front of him. "This is really dangerous stuff Ichigo, for anyone who takes it, the people willing to take advantage of this and the person are of plenty." Urahara knew his godson was a good kid so didn't question him too much on why or who he wanted to use it on. That and because he wanted to see what would happen if someone of younger age tested his invention, hehe. It was a little diabolical but, Ichigo was too easy.
Though seeing as how Ichigo acted in their meeting today, his curiosity go the best of him. "So who is the.. young lady that you-"
"Aye Kisuke!" Yoruichi's irritated voice rang from the confines of yet another shoji door. The woman's loud stomping of feet could be heard and Urahara started to cower in fear suspiciously. He didn't ever cower unless he did something really bad. This caught Ichigo's attention.
"What did you-" Ichigo started, the shoji door from where all the noise came from, slammed open with a force to break it. In came a beautiful dark-skinned woman with deep purple hair out of its usual perfect ponytail, instead falling down her body in waves. Only wearing a robe like Urahara's except with her assets falling out precariously, her golden feline eyes narrowed in rage as she growled.
"What the FUCK, did you put in my tea Kis-ke? She drawled out his name with clinched teeth. The anger radiated off of her in waves. She was so infuriated she didn't even notice her godson in the same room as her.
"What snookums? You haven't been giving into me lately so I thought I'd give you some help." Kisuke said behind his fan with mock innocence.
Ichigo took that as his mark to leave. When Yoruichi was this furious all hell broke loose on any sad soul in the same area. Taking the small bag, Ichigo headed out the shoji doors silently so as to not gain the attention of the woman already stalking her prey.
Ichigo let out a sigh of relief when he got out the room and left some money on the table for the candy bar he picked up on his way out. From the situation in the back room Ichigo could tell the herbs worked really well, since Yoruichi only came to Urahara and got sex, not the other way around - no matter how hard he tried.
Thankfully the only thing Urahara wanted in return was for Ichigo to come by with the family on Urahara's birthday and to tell him how it worked. Ichigo was actually surprised by how little he wanted.
Ichigo sighed again once he shifted into his car and settled into the upholstered seats. He put the item into his glove compartment and started up the car to go to Grimm's begrudgingly.
The girls were finally able to settle down for sleep; they watched a few scary movies and played truth or dare which ended up being pretty scandalous and lewd to prying eyes. At the time Rukia just shook her head. She was never able to back down from a dare so she sat, inconspicuously trying to find comfort against the lingering pain in her loins, while sitting in the splits, naked from the waist up, and singing the Japanese national anthem. Luckily her hair was down so it covered her bruises on her neck.
Orihime had to roll around in mayonnaise fully unclothed, they surprisingly heard no complaint which raised a few eyebrows. Tatsuki had to call Chad and try to discreetly involve him in sex chat, which was definitely hilarious given the personality of the stoic man. Rangiku had to order a pizza under the name of Hard Rod and tried to pull off being male in a horrible deep voice. The pizza boy was in for a surprise when she opened to door fully naked. It showed when he continued to stay at the door, his eyes-and something else lower, bulging, along with a deep flush on his face - for almost an hour. Momo was the only one who picked truth, though that didn't matter much because she had to answer Rangiku.
"C'mon Rangiku-san, nothing too harsh you know how Momo feels about this stuff." Tatsuki chided. All of them were getting tired, it was 4 in the morning and they just wanted to get into the large bed and fall asleep. Momo blushed and fidgeted.
"Yeah Ran, let's go to sleep." Rukia yawned as she stretch out on the bed looking like an adorable cat. Rangiku almost wanted to jump her again.
"N-no guys. It's fine I want to do it." Momo said with a wary smile on her face. She could handle this, how hard could a truth be?
Rangiku chuckled darkly, "Don't worry, my question is a completely normal and natural thing that many people do." That reassured Momo a bit. The other girls got cozy in the bed, Orihime already dozing off mumbling something about alien space pirates as she clung to Tatsuki who was blinking back her sleep.
Rukia and Tatsuki tuned in though to hear what Ran would say.
Rangiku scooted up to Momo on the bed smiling mischievously. She got so close that Momo could feel her cool breath on her lips as the woman before her, eyes danced excitedly. Momo's cheeks tinged pink with anticipation for what lewdness her friend could say.
"Do you.." Momo blinked. "masturbate to any of the guys we know?" Momo's face lit up faster than believable as she fainted and sizzled out.
"WHATT!" Tatsuki screeched, surprisingly not waking up Orihime. Rukia just huffed and slid deeper into the covers, cursing herself for being so interested in what her friend would say. She wasn't too surprised when that same friend giggled to herself as she relaxed in the bed next to her. "You got to admit that was funny Suki-chan.-"
"Rangi-"
"Shhh! Time for sleep" She said blowing a kiss to the fed up girl who chomped at her intruding fingers menacingly.
Rukia giggled a bit, she couldn't help but love her friend.
When they all settled down and Rukia thought everyone was asleep she started to drift off herself.
"So Rukia." The girl hmm'd, barely awake but turned to the sound anyway.
"Who do you masturbate to?"
AN: Well... Did you like it? Please give me feedback, I feel like I'm loosing you guys :( I love reading your beautiful messages :D One thing you could answer is if you want me to go into detail about Ichigo going to the party and details on the lemon and how I should use the aphrodisiac in the story -multiple ways to use it please-.
The GinRan part, too heavy? I noticed I went a little too OOC with Rangiku's character in this too but she's my go to mood brightener. Also, I will not make Aizen or Gin a villain, I'm tired of fanfictions doing that all the time, I just want some Ichirukiness not all that excess drama that draws always deviates from the storyline. The drama that I add is hopefully between Ichigo and Rukia or only lasts a chapter or two. At least my mindset is to make it that way.
Oh and I kind of got carried away with the last part. I needed something to bring on that last statement even though it came off as kind of Yuri ^-^' If you're into that, I hope you like it. Though I'm probably being over the top with my assumption.
Until next time!