Yoruichi sat up abruptly, sweat rolling down her face as she breathed heavily. Pain shot through her body and she glanced down to notice she had tore open her wound again. 'Damnit.' Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, she stood limply and slowly walked towards the bathroom. Ichigo heard the door close; he sat up looking over to the bed. He walked towards the door and knocked.
"Yoruichi? Are you alright?" He asked, no reply. "Yoruichi?" He opened the door slowly, seeing her sitting naked in the tub, her knees pulled up to her chest, bloody flowing from her wound. "Yoruichi!" He quickly kneeled beside her, touching her arm gently. She lifted her head and looked at him, pain written all over her face. "Come on, lets get you cleaned up." He yawned, turning on the shower. He grabbed a rag and foamed it up with soap, bringing to her skin and slowly caressing her. She stared up at him, amazed. 'He's giving me a bath?'
Ichigo laughed at her expression and grabbed her hair, putting it over her shoulder as he washed her back. After attending to her arms, legs and anything else not associated with her privacy, he rinsed her off, grabbing a towel and helping her up. He held open the towel for her, smiling when she walked into it. Wrapping the towel around her, he helped her back to his bed, then turning and leaving the room for a few moments. 'Why is he doing all this..' she thought to herself, looking out of the window. The sun had just graced the world with its light as it slowly ascended into the sky. The rain had stopped, for now at least. 'I wonder why he's going through all this trouble for me. I've never known anyone to do this much for someone.'
"Alright, ones shorter than the other, so you pick which one." Ichigo said, holding up two red night gowns. Yoruichi glanced at him, then to the garments he held in his hands. "Well?"
"I'll take the short one."
She murmured, reaching out for the slip. Ichigo handed it to her, then turned his back, waiting for her to change. "What are you doing?" She asked, unwrapping the towel, biting back a whimper. Ichigo half turned, blushing as he tried his best to look directly at her face. Yoruichi chuckled. It would have been more amusing, and fun, if only she weren't so damn hurt. "You can take a peek if you want Ichigo, I don't mind." She said huskily. What was it that made her get so aroused around him. Ichigo's eyes slowly darted down, then up, his face redder.
"Lets just get you bandaged!" He said, turning and running down his stairs. Yoruichi smiled softly, sitting down. He was really shy, and though, she didn't quite understand why. He was such a handsome teen. And she knew he could really satisfy her, if he'd only give in to...'does he desire me?' she thought, looking up at the ceiling. 'Maybe its my desires for him..' "Alright Yoruichi, I found some other bandages downstairs. Tomorrow, if you can, we can both head out to get more."
"Huh?" Her eyes fell on him as he looked up and immediately blushed. "You've already seen me naked before Ichigo, you should be used to it by now." She grinned, leaning back. He swallowed hard and shook his head, ignoring the impulse to ravish her.
"Lets just get you bandaged." He said, sitting beside her and wrapping the cloth around her torso. She had to admit, feeling him this close, and the occassional feather light touches were enough to make her lose control.
She closed her eyes as his skin brushed against hers briefly, a soft low moan coming from her. Yoruichi felt a slight pull in the pit of her stomach, her hands clenching the bed sheets in front of her. All to soon Ichigo was done and his close proximity lingered for a few moments. "It's about 6:45, so I'm heading back to bed." He yawned, taking a step away from her. A small slinder hand grabbed his wrist, causing him to turn. Yoruichi smiled sadly up at him, her eyes practically begging him to stay with her. "Whats wrong?" He asked, his eyes full of concern.
"I...just don't want to sleep alone." She mumbled, blushing in embarrassment. Ichigo smiled tiredly and sat down beside her.
"Then scoot over." Ichigo yawned, waiting for her to move it so he could lay down. She did so slowly, watching as he pulled up the sheets and covered them up. "Get some sleep Yoruichi." He murmured, facing her. She smiled and looked down into his eyes, then laid down beside him. 'Why am I so giddy around him?' she questioned herself, her eyes traveling over his face. 'I'm always the one in control..'
Ichigo opened his eyes, grunting slightly. "What is it? Why do you keep staring at me?" He asked, staring back into her golden orbs.
"Nothing...could you just put your arm around me or something?" Yoruichi's eyes gave away a hint of fear, causing Ichigo to scoot closer, his arm hesitantly lifting and draping over waist.
"Why are you so scared all of a sudden." He began, bringing himself closer still. "Look, Yoruichi, ever since Soul Society, you haven't been the same around me. Whats going on? Whats got you so afraid?"
And this was it, the moment of truth. Yoruichi looked up to him, her eyes revealing things she didn't want to show. She slowly brought herself closer to him, her head resting on his chest, her eyes closing as her arms wrapped around his waist.
"Yoruichi?" He asked, blushing as she nuzzled his chest. Her eyes opened slowly as she pulled back to look him in the eyes.
"I've..been having this nightmare.."