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Yoruichi x Ichigo
Own
She owned him. When he cautiously asked her if, maybe, she would like to do something with him at the weekend, she had thrown her head back and laughed and told him, no, he would be doing something with her.
Much of a distinction? He didn't think so, but she seemed to.
And there was no way that he could ever be the one that controlled her- she had made that clear from the very beginning. There was no way even to tell when she was going to be from one day to the next- he just made arrangements with her, and sometimes she was there, and other times she was not, and then there were moments when she just turned up without a settled time; showed up on his windowsill, grinning in that way that always made her look like she was about to commit a crime (when she was only thinking about doing something like that half of the time).
She left marks of ownership on his skin as well, and though he tried to give as good as he got it was near impossible to keep up with her- an annoyance that many had found about her long before he was born. That irked him, too. He could never be her 'first' anything, not in the way that she was his in so many respects.
She was the puppet-master, and although he really disliked doing it, he found himself acting more and more like he was the puppet dancing on the end of her strings; a momentary amusement until she flitted off to find some other toy to entertain her fancy.
But every time she reached for him, laughing and looking at him knowingly, he found himself blushing involuntarily, and always, always, always, reaching back.
He had to draw the line, though, when she bought him a collar.