This is for the FLOL 2011-2012 Fanwork Challenge.
A/N :
I'm in a hurry right now (polish folk from exchange, making them feel happy with my country and stuff xD), so I'll just say: Thank you very much for all de news favs, alerts and comments. I really appreciate it :) Hope you can tell me your thoughts after you read this chapter too :3
WARNINGS: Nah, nothing really. Well maybe an slightly smut at the end, but nothing really smuuuty, you'll see xD. And my engrish, of course.
PERCENTAGE
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Rotting Hearts
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If you loved me
Why you let me go?
Violet Hill — Coldplay
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"Are you here?"
The tiny girl blinked and then stared at him, with some serious expression on her face.
"I don't believe in heroes anymore" Orihime said, squeezing his hand.
"You brought that topic again. But hey, they have cool powers and stuff" her brother replied, giving her a big smile.
A big and fake smile, Orihime thought a little anxious because her brother's smile was on of the greatest things she had ever seen. But now…
"Where are we going, brother?" She asked.
"To visit some friend of mine" he answered, holding her hand tighter. "Come on."
But to where? She wanted to ask, but there wasn't time. Little steps more and they were in front of a huge and white house. She wondered how many windows this house had, because from where she was, they seemed to be like one hundred or more; everyone was so clean that the sun reflecting on the glass made them looked as if they were mirrors. How nice, she barely smiled but then the dark and heavy principal door started to open.
And Orihime couldn't smile anymore.
"I'm here" her brother said. What was the point of saying it if the door was almost wide open? "And I brought her with me."
Sudden shivers traveled across her back, making her shaken and hold even tighter her brother's hand when he spoke to the tall and brown-haired man in the house entrance.
"Good" the man said. His voice was deep and calm, but there was something terrifying in his mere presence that made her wanted to run as far as she could.
But she couldn't even move. So she just felt how her brother let her hand go.
No.
He looked at her and kneeled down to make them to be face to face. He smiled, but it didn't come to his eyes. It's a fake again, she thought and it hurt her for some reason she couldn't explain at this time.
"I'm so sorry, my princess" her brother said with a lack of voice but still smiling.
You want to cry, don't you?
"What's going on?" she asked with her entire and slight body shaking.
"Nothing, nothing wrong" he said, making his smile bigger. "But I'll go away for a while so you will be here, okay?"
"When are you coming back?"
"Soon."
You are lying, baka. She knew that, and she really wanted to weep now.
So hard.
"I don't like heroes" she had said once to her brother.
"Why" he had asked.
"Because is so dummy to have powers to save someone. I think it's a lot better to save the person you want with your own strength." She nodded, convinced.
"That's a weird point of few for a girl at your age, you know—"
"But" Orihime interrupted him, with her gaze softening when she looked at him. "I think you are my hero."
"Me? Why?"
"Because you don't have supah powers and you are still with me. Even when mommy and daddy aren't."
Her brother had sparkly smiled and laughed for so long, that she really, really thought thar he was her hero indeed. That he will always be.
"Take care of her."
"I will."
Orihime blinked when she felt a lot of tears holding in her eyes.
"Come in" the man at the door say.
And Orihime blinked again in disbelief. That couldn't be happening, right?
Right?
So when she rubs her eyes, she would see her brother in front of her, smiling as usual and this nightmare will come to an end.
But the only thing Orihime saw when she got off his hand of her eyes was a dark door opened, with no one in there.
And her brother haven't said goodbye.
And she hasn't cried for him, even once.
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8 years later
If I had a super power, I wish it were one to rewrite the past. I know it sounds repetitive and simplistic; maybe every people in this world would like to rewrite some part of their life, perhaps all of it. But if I had a super power…
I know I will never have one.
But.
If I had one, maybe I'd do everything simpler, like erasing my existence of someone else's; or not, maybe I'd just change some little thing, like someone's nature, which would end changing a lot of thing, good things, happy things.
But.
I know I will never have one.
You know, there're a lot of thing I like; I like to sing, and cook; I like to smile and make Tatsuki laugh when I trip with some inexistent ant. I love to do a lot of thing, a lot.
But.
I think you also know that people change.
It's not something new, really. I know that too. But I have always thought that it's a little sad. Incredibly sad. And maybe I still can't understand how they can change so fast and how big that change is, even to the point to forget you. To forget me; me and all these precious memories…
Orihime cut the water off, as she was barely aware of the sudden cold that made her muscles shrank. Blinking, she looked for a towel among all the steams that were filling the bathroom.
A little part of her started feeling guilty. Maybe she had taken such a long bath that the poor boy would have to paid an incredibly count of water and gas. She had to apologize for that and let some money.
Yep. That would be fine.
Wrapped into the towel, she walked to the door, and when she was to inches to touch the handle, her hand froze.
A boy?
Her entire body blushed and it wasn't because of the hot water.
A boy? No, he wasn't a boy. At all. Actually, she was perfectly overwhelmed for all his masculinity.
And.
"What I'm doing" she said as her skin started to blush again. But she really needed to cut with that because she had to get out of there as fast as she could. Hence, she tried to calm down, took a long breath and with a new encouragement, she opened the door.
But where the hell was her encouragement when the first thing she saw after open the door was a tiny woman stood, all crossed arms and frowned, glaring at the shirtless very-masculinity-boy sat on the bed?
"Eh…" Orihime started to say, but when she the both looks turned toward her, she could feel how every thought was fading away from her mind.
"Fuck" the manly-boy said as he rose up.
"Ichigo, what's the meaning of this!" The tiny black-haired girl demanded at the same time.
Orihime didn't need to be a genius to understand the situation, of course. So while the manly-boy named Ichigo…by the way, that was new; she had thought that "Sebastian" suited him very well, but "Ichigo" was a good option too. Clever decision and good parents, yep, good parents, good son. To the point, Hime, she said to herself clearing her throat. So, while the manly-boy-very-well-named Ichigo went to the other side of the bedroom, she looked at the very-upset-tiny-girl and said:
"I'm really, really sorry. I didn't know that… well, I think it was all my fault. I was a little drunk… but he tried to stop me, but I didn't want to. Then we went to that restroom and he tried to stop me again but I… well, I wasn't gentile, but neither was he. I mean, I mean he is really strong and we did it, I mean, I forced him to do it ... and I… and then we came here and again, I… I'm sorry, I…"
"You really can speak ten thousand words per minute, can't you?" a gentle voice interrupted her. She looked at an Ichigo subtle red by her side.
"I'm so—" she was just to apologize again when Ichigo covered her with a hug jacket.
"I almost can see your thighs" he said as apologize, while he looked away.
"But you have seen everything, haven't you?" She asked genuinely surprised.
A giggle coming from behind made both look at the black haired woman again, who was holding her abdomen with her arms as she started to laugh.
"You? A rude man?" the woman laughed and laughed until some tears came out from her eyes.
"For God's sake, just stop it, Rukia" An irritated Ichigo said.
But they weren't tears of sadness, were they? Orihime tried to figure it out.
"Oh, I get it, you are not his girlfriend!" Orihime finally said in an obvious relief.
"With that dwarf? Forget it" Ichigo said.
"Who are you saying is a dwarf, mister rude-man?"
"Oh, I'm sorry but I can't see any other, can you, Renji?" He said to the speechless man just stood at the bedroom's entrance.
The red-haired man sighed, closing his eyes.
"Don't get me involved in your own troubles, please" he said.
"But it's all because your dwarf!" Ichigo replied.
"I'm not a dwarf!"
"Yeah, sure" both men said at the same time but with different tones; Renji in a resigned one and Ichigo in an annoyed one.
"I can't believe you Renji! You should punch this punk for what he has just said! A dwarf, a dwarf!" Rukia emphasized, rolling her eyes. "Can you believe it? It's just too much!"
"Sorry but I still don't get why are you so upset" Ichigo exclaimed.
"And you have the nerve to ask?" Rukia shouted.
"You really are as dense as always, aren't you?" Renji commented in a casual tone.
"Thanks, but I don't need your opinion" Ichigo said.
"Then don't do such reckless things like suddenly disappear."
"You worried for me? I'm speechless."
And Renji replied something else, and then Ichigo shouted what the hell, or something like that, before the tiny woman named Rukia tried to caught both men's attention, but failed for many centimeters of difference between them.
Orihime didn't remember the exact moment when she started to smile. Maybe when Rukia jumped to reach Renji's hair and pull his face down to her, just to complain about something like not paying attention to her and how, how rude of him; or maybe it was just when Ichigo involved her with his jacket and like if it was such a casual act, he hugged her with an arm and held her tight by his side while he kept arguing with the other two people. The grip was really tight; Orihime almost could feel his warm torso skin passing through the jacket and the towel, straight to her skin. And it felt hot. Warm. But above all, it felt…
Right. Just right.
"Man, I can't believe those two…" Ichigo was muttering when he perceived the princess stare. Her eyes were incredible wide opened, like if she had just received a sort of revelation. He smiled to himself. Had she even noticed that he was looking at her right now?
"Hey, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. But those two are good people, you'll see" and then, he smiled at her.
Orihime repeatedly blinked, getting away from her absorption.
"No, no, I am the one who should be saying sorry" she said, looking ashamed. "I think I'm being a little bothersome, so I'll leave right now…" she gave a look at her body. "When I get dress, of course."
You don't have to go, was the instant response into his mind, but seemed that his mouth couldn't get the words as fast as Rukia's .
"Why are you leaving!" the woman exclaimed.
"Uh? Well, because—"
"Don't give me any poor excuse, please. We'll prepare the dinner, so get ready. By the way, what is your name?" Rukia had walked toward her, looking really excited. And hell knew why.
"Oh, that's right, I'm sorry" Orihime giggled. "I am Orihime Inoue, nice to meet you…"
"Rukia, Rukia Kuchiki" The tiny woman smiled. "Well then, let's make some food Reeenji" she exclaimed in some tone of enchantment at the same time she was getting off from the dorm with the red-haired man.
Orihime heard Ichigo's sigh and looked at him. He was smiling.
"I'll bring you your clothes. They must be already dry."
She wanted to ask why he took such bother, but the loss of his touch distracted her. A little sad she stared at his back, wondering what that sudden pressure in her chest was.
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"Here you have" Ichigo brought her clothes perfectly bent.
"Thank you." Avoiding his look she took her clothes and stood up from de bed at the same time he sat down on it, apparently very captivated by se vision of the floor.
"You don't have to stay if you don't want to" Ichigo said after a while.
"Hum, yeah—" she mumbled but couldn't say nothing really consistent. Something was making her eyes burn and that was really, really worrying her. "Ouch!"
"What happened!" He immediately rose her head up, looking for her. "Damn it" he muttered when the image of her just wearing her little pants and trying to fasten her bra from her back, filled all his senses. He cleared his throat. "I'll help you."
"There's no need to—" she was starting to say when his warm fingers took both sides of her bra and fasted them up.
"It's ready." His breath touched the nap of her neck making her body felt many shivers at the same time. The only thing she was able to do was nod, hoping he would be moving away from her as fast as he could.
But he didn't move. Even an inch.
And what Orihime didn't understand was why she could feel his presence in some vividly way when they weren't even touching. The warm he detached. His breath caressing her naked skin. All the familiarity when he was touching her.
"Have we met before?" she actually wanted to ask him that night.
The memory of his scowl, made her smile. She knew he didn't want to be there; she could feel the contempt toward the crowd just at the first sight, but also, that sort of loneliness, that feeling caused because he didn't belong there and maybe anywhere.
"We are the same" she also wanted to say. Maybe scream to him.
But she didn't.
Instead she had happily invited him to dance as if there was no tomorrow; as if nothing else really mattered. Like if she didn't care about his hopeless face. Because if they just do some insubstantial thing, everything would have been okay.
However, that night, anything went as she planned. Maybe it was because the alcohol; or just because that little amount of cocaine into her bloodstream. It didn't matter. She was happy and just wanted to dance and dance with him for many inexplicable reasons.
But whatever the —real— reason was, she wasn't exactly there, and neither was he. But still she could remember how aware she was about him, his smell, the reluctance to approach to her and then, the inevitable surrender.
Orihime giggled and almost at the same instant, she got serious.
They were the same?
Nop. At. All. That's why she didn't say anything, it would have been as pointless as hopeless he looked. The only good thing she should have done was had let him go.
"Inoue" the voice behind got her out of her memories.
"What?" she asked, didn't want to face him.
"I said if you don't want to stay, you can go."
Hey, hey; what was that little pain inside her chest again? She took her hand at the middle of her breast. There, she felt the furious beat of the heart racing and racing, but she couldn't decide if it was because she was nervous or because he had just spoken to her.
And made her chest hurt. So hard.
She forced a smile.
"Ah, you are right I will go right now, so don't worry!" She said trying to sound absolutely happy. Incredibly happy.
Maybe, extremely happy.
"Ha ha; do you really want to get out of here that bad?" Ichigo said with such awkward tone, as if his voice was just to get broken.
The only sound of that fake laughter made her turn around and hold him like forever, but Ichigo grabbed her arms before she even think about to move, and made her stay still.
"Say, why did you pick me last night?" he asked, very near of the top of her head.
Because…
Have we met before?
We are the same.
She sighed.
"I think I was looking for someone but… I'm not sure why it was you. Even when I was a little drunk and all, the only thing I could be aware was you and only you." She took a pause, and then foolishly laughed. "I bet you are thinking I'm pathetic; a weirdo. And maybe you are right" Orihime finished barely seeing because certain and sudden tears were filling her eyes.
His grab on her arms got hardened.
"I don't think you are pathetic. In that case, I am the same too, or worst."
"No! I don't think—"
"Because" he interrupted her. "I want to you stay here. Even if you don't want to."
"What?"
"If you want you can go" he repeat. "But…" He suddenly released her arms and the next second he was right in front of her. "I am Ichigo Kurosaki, nice to meet you" he formerly said, and then he smiled.
Gently. Genuine.
Why are you being so kind to me? That's not good, not good at all. I could make a list with many reasons, a lot of reasons why you shouldn't; why I shouldn't be here.
But still.
She smiled at him, drying all the tears from her eyes.
"I am Orihime Inoue. Nice to meet you too."
They could start all over again, right? She thought.
He took her hand and held it for what seemed like a little eternity. And that felt right.
Just right.
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But If I could have a super power…
Orihime Inoue repeatedly blinked. She usually did it when she felt confused or just lost.
"What happen?" The man behind her asked.
She shacked her head and look at him
"Nothing" she said and smiled.
"You're lying."
And she smiled again and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Come here" he said.
The man embraced her from behind and pulled her tight to his chest. He neared his mouth to her ear and whispered:
"I want to you do that thing I asked last night. Will you do it?"
She hardly gulped before a tremble voice came out of her mouth.
"I… I don't think I'm ready." Orihime said, tentatively.
For a long minute she waited, holding her breath, for the man's answer.
"So, you are not being a good girl tonight, Orihime." A shiver came through his back, and she felt how her heart was quickening in anticipation.
Not a good answer, she thought. That wasn't good at all.
"Aizen…" She started to say but the man interrupted.
"You know, I have to punish girls like you, but today I'm being graceful" his tone suddenly changed to a softer one. "You know, Orihime" he said as he moved his hand on her naked thighs. "I love you. I love you so much, but you're being such a bad girl…" She stifled a groan into her throat when one of his fingers entered into the core of her legs. He laughed. "But what have we here, my dear, you are completely wet."
She gasped.
"No, that's not…"
"So you were lying when you said you weren't ready?"
She moaned and arched her back when three fingers entered into her, hardly. He started to pump his fingers, faster, harder.
"Please, don—" She couldn't finish. He just kept pumping into her, making her moans, cry, begs.
For more.
"You want it" He finally said when the only thing that rested of her was her breathlessness body.
She wanted to say no.
She wanted to say that it will be disgusting, that she wasn't born to make such naughty things.
But.
"Yeah…" she said with a tremble voice.
Even when she couldn't see him, she could figure out how he was smiling.
"That's it, good girl. I'll give you a gift later. But right now…" He moved her body to make her to be face to face with him. "I'm all turned on, can you see it?" She couldn't; however she didn't need to give an answer because one second after he spoke, she was completely impaled with his member.
She moaned. Hardly. And she closed her eyes.
There was nothing else, wasn't it?
He pulled into her many, countless times. And it was good. It felt like glory; everything. Her body squeezing him, getting the rhythm of his lunged, begging for it.
But suddenly, he stopped.
"Why…?"
"Ulquiorra, come in" Aizen said.
"No, wait, wait…!"
"Be a good girl. You'll like it."
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You know, Kurosaki-kun.
I think at that time I couldn't say things like "have we met before" or "we are the same" basically for two fundamental reasons.
The first. If we would have met one day, a long, long time ago, I would remember it. Vividly. Because at the moment I'd have met you, the first thing I would have done would be to stick your hand with mine using the best glue in the whole world. This way we would never, ever could be separated.
And the second reason is…
Ha, ha. If we were the same, we would never have met.
Hey, Kurosaki-kun, sometimes I wish I could be the same as you, this way I could understand you completely; feel the same way you feel and then, know the perfect cure when you need it and make you happy with all the happy things you want (do you like happy things? I still don't know).
Do you think I am making any sense? I bet you don't.
After all, we will never be the same. That's because I met you.
And I don't have any super power to rewrite you.
To rewrite me.
Author's note :
THEY ARE SO FUCKING AWESOME, aren't they? (IchiHime, 'course ¬_¬) Have you watched the 4th movie and all the cute ichihime moments? Yeah. I'm a happy, happy, haaaappy fangirl right now (hope it last though).
Whatever. If there's something you want me to tell you, just ask (any doubt or whatever xD). Hope you liked it.
And.
From here, 3 chapters more till the end and things are not going to be nice from this point so, I'm warning you xD.
Bye, bye :)