Hey guys, here's another installment of the long awaited story. (Ooh Ha ha. Just Kidding.) Sorry it took so long for an update, but between school, which is a bitch, and that writers block, which is also a bitch, it took a minute to finish. I'm super sorry about that. The next update won't take as long. I promise.
Enjoy!
"Aizen!" she gasped in horror. She couldn't believe her luck. It had to be the worst in the world. Why would he come here? But of course she knew the answer to that. It was to make her life miserable.
"Princess I have to say, like wine, you get better and more delicious with age," he smiled his handsome face lighting up. He looked exactly as she remembers, handsome, wealthy, powerful…dangerous.
"And like a cancer you're keep showing up in my life to destroy all that I've healed," she spat at him, her fury bubbling along with her fear. She would never be able to forget how he made her feel, how weak and humiliated worthless he made her be.
He chuckled deeply. "Well it seems as though you've grown a little fire in yourself. I see you aren't the girl that you use to be. The one who needed her white knight to save her."
"I don't want to be that girl anymore, I'm stronger than she was," she said, although she couldn't help but hear the tremble in her voice. He laughed loudly, drawing the attention of those who walked by them. Some of the women giggled and pointed to him, no doubt being sucked in by his good looks. Orihime thought that she would be sick. He's a predator of the worst kind. His looks and his calm, suave façade are all to lure you in, right before his open his jaw revealing his rows of sharp jagged teeth. Giving you no chance to scream as he tear into your flesh, shredding you apart, leaving faint remainders of what you use to be.
"Are sure that you're not?"
"Aizen, I want nothing to do with you. I don't even know why I'm wasting my breath. I'm leaving," she turns to leave; she didn't want to be in his presence anymore.
"Do you think that these friends are any different than your others? Do you think that, given the chance, they wouldn't tear you down and apart like wolves?"
"They wouldn't do me like that. They're good people," she defined.
"I remember the last time you defended your friends against me. What was her name…Sarah…Serena…Sierra…"
"Savannah," she whispered, she closed her eyes tightly as she remembered how she betrayed her.
"Oh yes, that's right. Savannah. You know she won Miss teen U.S A, very recently. It was a very moving really," he chuckled as he saw her shoulder trembling.
"Leave me alone," she squeaked out, she wanted to cry, but she refuses to give him the satisfaction of having anymore of her tears. He was upon her so quickly she didn't even notice. She flinched at his touch.
"Orihime, my dear sweet princess, why are you so sad?"
"Please, leave me alone. I'll do anything you want, but please just don't ruin this for me. Please don't," she trembled badly, she was feeling too many negative emotions. Her box cutter flashed through her mind. No. things weren't that serious, she didn't have to go that far.
"The only thing I want from you is…you. I want your pain, your suffering, your anguish," he whispered in her ear.
"Why? Why do you want me to suffer? Why are you so sadistic?" she cried.
"Well at first all I wanted was your purity. But you gave that away didn't you," he grabbed her hair and pulled it, effectively making her gasp in pain and surprise at the sudden contact. She was stunned, how did he find that out?
"How did you-"
"Never mind how I found out. But since you're now tainted, I must destroy you once again so that you can be rebuilt anew, be rebuilt someone worthy of me," he breathe into her ear.
"What? Get off of me," she shook him off of her. He looked at her and laughs. He was a monster. He wanted to use her for some sick and twisted fantasy. "You need help," she said backing away as he laughed at her. His laughter followed her all the way home.
…Someone worthy of me….
What did he mean by that? Did he…want her? She shook her head in disgust. He couldn't possibly want her to be his. Maybe he wanted to torture her, make her life terrible and bleak as it was before, but he sounded as if she was in love with her…or rather in love with her pain. Her suffering. He was a sick sadistic jerk. She couldn't believe that he was back to ruin her life once more.
…Someone worthy of me…
Why is she so Goddamn unfortunate?
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"Rukia, I have something to tell you," Ichigo said solemnly.
"Whatever it is Ichigo I'm sure it can wait until after this," she said breathlessly, climbing into his lap, kissing him passionately.
"No, actually it can't. Rukia, Rukia please stop it!" he said firmly. Pushing her a bit roughly off him.
"Ichigo what's the hell your problem?!" she shouted.
"I'm trying to tell you something, yet the only thing you want is to get fucking laid!"
"Well excuse me if just want to spend some intimate time with my boyfriend!" she yelled back at him. "What the hell is so fucking important that you just need to tell me?"
"I kissed Orihime! There I said it! I cheated on you!" Ichigo immediately regretted what he said. Well, not what he said, but how he said it. Rukia had a shocked look on her face, as if she'd been slapped. He tried again, more gently.
"I cheated on you. At Tatsukis' party. It wasn't Orihime's fault; I actually assaulted her against her will. I wouldn't be surprise if she presses charges on me-"he was interrupted by her fist connecting with his jaw. His head snapped to the side, a strong prominent pain registering in his face. He was ashamed. He'd hurt her, he knew that.
"…I'm sorry Rukia…I've never meant to hurt you,"
"Oh don't give me that bull shit!" she spat at him. "How dare you even have the fucking audacity to even think about cheating on me?"
"I know I screwed up royally,"
"You fucked up majorly you fucking asshole!" she screamed "I fucking hate your guts!" she hits him again. And again, and again, and again.
"I'm sorry Rukia, you have no idea…" he took a deep breath and gathered his courage. "I-I think that we should break up," he said quietly. She stops her barrage of attacks.
"What?" she asked stunned.
"Rukia, we-I…I don't want this anymore. I don't feel the same about you as I use too and I can't put myself fully into this relationship…you deserve better than that…better than me."
"Ichigo wait, I wasn't going to break up with you over a kiss. I mean I know I was upset, but I'll get over it. It's not as if you have feeling for her or something like that…right?" she asked. And for the first time since Ichigo known her, her voice sounded small and fragile. Now he really felt like a dick.
She took his silence as confirmation enough.
"Get out. Get out of my house now and never speak to me ever again," he got up to leave, but not before he saw a tear stream down her face. He never felt so low before in his life. He loved Rukia, the last thing that he wanted to do was hurt her. He owed her so much, and he repays her by betraying her trust and breaking her heart. He truly is a bastard of the worst kind.
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Rukia was pissed, she was livid! How dare he dump her! And for that bitch Orihime no less! She was going to ensure that she suffers. No one steals her boyfriend and gets away with it. NO ONE! She picks up her phone and dials.
"Hello?" answered Rangiku. Rukia takes a breath and her voice began to tremble.
"Oh Rangiku, it's horrible!" She cried into the phone.
"What honey, what's happen?" Rangiku asked alerted.
"Oh Rangiku, I don't know if I can say it…it hurts too much," she broke down crying hard. Rangiku waited patiently for her to gather herself.
"Honey please tells me, I can't help if I don't know what's wrong."
"It's Ichigo…he cheated on me…with Orihime! And he's leaving me for her!" she cried more loudly and deeply.
"Oh sweetheart, I'll be right over with Momo, everything is going to be alright," Rangiku assured.
"Th-thank you," she sobbed and disconnected the phone. She wiped her face and smile.
Look out Orihime. You may be a princess, but I'm the real Queen B.
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Orihime awoke with a frown on her face. Something wasn't right, something felt off balance. It felt like her life was about fall off a cliff and hurtle to the ground. She didn't know why she felt this way, only that she did and that it worried her greatly.
She took her time getting ready, making sure that she doesn't miss a single step in her morning ritual. There was an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Do you think that, given the chance, they wouldn't tear you down and apart like wolves?"
No, her friends aren't like that.
Oh yes, that's right. Savannah. You know she won Miss teen U.S A, very recently. It was a very moving really…
But that was different. Savannah wasn't really her friend.
There was a knock on her door.
"Just a minute," she grabs her backpack and steps into her shoes and opens the door.
"Hi Ulquiorra, I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long," she said cheerily. He gives her one of his rare smiles.
"Not at all. Are you all ready for school?" she nods happily and their off to school.
"So do you miss Tatsuki?" he asked.
She nods. "I do a whole lot. But I called her last night and we talked for almost two hours. But it wasn't the same as actually having her here with me," she said sadly. He looked at her with concern.
"Something is wrong. You don't seem…yourself," he stated.
"What makes you say that?"
"You're frowning as if something is troubling you," he stated. She thought quietly to herself, unsure whether or not to reveal to him that Aizen has come back into her life to ruin it once more.
Someone worthy of me…
She shook her head furiously and smiled at him. "It's nothing. I guess I'm just sad that Tatsuki isn't here. I can't wait to hear about her first tournament. She's up to compete today. I wish I was there to see it," she rambles on and on. Ulquiorra just listens to her rambles in mild interest. There's something that she isn't telling him. He would find out soon enough.
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Uryu doesn't like his house. It's too big. It's too quiet. It's too empty.
It's been that way ever since his grandfather passed, ever since his mother left them.
Now it's just him and Ryuken, who isn't much company considering that he's always at the hospital. And when he isn't in the hospital, he's in office working, or judging him.
Uryu straightens his tie in the overly large bathroom mirror, and adjusts his glasses. Cold blue eyes stare back at him. Lonely blue eyes stare back at him.
It's so quiet here. If he listens closely he can hear…nothing.
He sighs and gathers his things and leave.
He refuses the offer of a ride to school from their driver. Every day he is asked and every day he refuses. It's gets troublesome and annoying, but it's really the only human contact that he receives in the morning before school, so he says nothing, wishes the man a good day and continued on his way.
A few minutes in silent walking he comes across a stray bottle of water. Slightly interested, he picks it up. He takes a few steps, looking at the bottle and steps on a few sheets of paper. He picks them up, slightly confused now. It would seem that someone has dropped their things, he concludes quickly. He walks some more, picking up random items that he comes across, collecting them. A few pencils, some more papers, a note book, a button, a compact mirror, some more buttons, and a ribbon.
He rounds the corner and sees a figure kneeling on the ground. He immediately rushes to them, calling out, asking if they were hurt. The person turns around and suddenly he stops. He feels a powerful beating in his chest. It was a girl. A beautiful girl, with sad, melancholic green eyes, and long black hair pulled into a braid with a slightly parted bang. He blushes deeply.
"Are…are you okay?" he says, straightening up a bit, quickly composing himself. She looks startled at the fact that he's talking to her and quickly turns back to, what he now notices is her collecting the things that she dropped.
These things must be hers, he quickly concludes.
"Um, here, I think that you dropped these," he walks over to her and kneels down to hand her the items. She flinches slightly, but nods her thanks. He swore that he'd seen her somewhere before, he knows her. He wracks his brain trying to remember where he'd seen her before.
"Thank you," she says in a very small, very meek voice. She moves faster collecting her things, with quick and smooth and precise movements. He notices the pale skin of her thighs as her short dress rises with her movements. Immediately he flushes and looks away, but he couldn't help but notice a discoloration of her skin. He takes another peak. It's a bruise.
She finished gathering her things and stands quickly. She bows to him, thanking him once more and leaves, walking in quick strides with a small, hardly noticeable, and limp.
He reaches, about to speak, but she was around the corner so fast that he didn't even get the chance. Sighing, he uses his index finger to push his glasses up. There was a small, rectangular piece of plastic. He picked it up, reading it.
Nemu Kurotsuchi. There was a picture of the girl; she stared directly into the camera, not smiling. Matsukura Hospital? Isn't that the hospital where that mad scientist work? It's practically abandoned. Why would she work there? He wonders.
Nemu Kurotsuchi…who are you and where do I know you from?
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"Don't worry Rukia, we'll get to the bottom of this," Rangiku said, trying to assure her friend that going to school was the right thing to do. However, it's kind of hard to do over the phone, especially if said person is bawling like a lunatic. She finishes the omelet she's made for Gin with great enthusiasm and adds some spinach and red peppers for decoration and presented to him proudly.
"Rukia, I promise you everything will be alright…yeah, yeah alright. See you then hun…uh huh…Buh-bye!" she hung up and sighed deeply. Gin looked up at her with his ever present smile, his eyes narrowed to slits; she could hardly see the sky blue eyes that he so rarely shows. Except when he was alone with her.
"Is there something wrong Ran?" he asks using the pet name that she only allows him to say.
"You know just the whole Rukia, Ichigo and Orihime deal. I'm just having a hard time believing that Orihime and Ichigo would do that to Rukia. They're not those types of people," she said biting her lip. Gin pulled her into his lap and nuzzled her neck. She giggled hysterically.
"People do crazy things when they're in love I guess," he whispers into her neck. She shudders, weaving her arm around his neck.
"But that's just it. I know that Orihime has feelings for Ichigo, but he was totally oblivious and he chose Rukia. I don't know if they did it out of emotion or if they just hooked up," she says, her breath hitching as Gin began to nibble on her ear.
"But you said that he left Rukia for Orihime, that obviously meant that it wasn't just a hook up," running his long slender fingers through her strawberry blonde hair, causing shivers to race down her spine. She closes her eyes involuntarily, leaning into his touch.
"…yes…but still…its wrong…" she was having a hard time concentrating with him touching her like that.
"I guess…if you say so…" he says. She can practically hear the wheels turning around in the brain as he mulls over the situation. She wants to ask what he's thinking, but she knows that he'll never tell her. His hands abruptly leave her hair and he detangles himself from her. She grows cold from the lack of touch and pouts, crossing her arms over her abundant chest.
"It's time for you to go to school," he says, grabbing his fork and biting into his omelet. She sighs and get up off his lap. She really loves Gin with all of her heart, but sometimes he is just impossible. Sometimes he would wound her all up just to leave her hanging. It frustrated her to no avail. Sometimes she wondered if he really wanted her at all.
He took in her sad face and frowned, which was rare for him.
"How about I walk you to school?" he offers, an attempt to make her happy. Internally, she swelled with joy; externally she thought about it, then ran and crushed him to her.
"I would really love that!" she said excitedly.
Well, anytime with Gin was better than no time with Gin.
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When Orihime arrived to school with Ulquiorra, she could immediately tell that something wasn't right.
She could feel people staring at her. A sudden sense of de javu overcame her. Whispers were heard all around her. She receded in herself just a bit.
"Is everything alright?" Ulquiorra asked her.
"I don't mean to sound conceited or anything, but I have the strangest feeling that everyone is staring at me," she said, laughing nervously. He looked around and in fact, people were staring at her.
"People are staring at you…it's…peculiar."
"It's bad, that's what it is," she said, holding her bag closer to her and walking faster. She greeted a few girls standing by the entrance to the school. They snorted and began to whisper amongst themselves. Orihime swallowed thickly. She's been through this before. She knew exactly what was happening. Aizen has gotten to them already. She would need to move, she would need to get away. She couldn't stay here. She had to relocate. She needed to do it before things got too bad. She needed to…she needed to…where would she go?
"Are you going to be okay? You aren't going to have any…problems are you?" Ulquiorra asked with a slight indifference and curiosity. That bothered her, but she didn't have any time to dwell on it. She had much bigger things to worry about.
They walked to class, Orihime's heart racing with each step that she takes. She makes to the classroom, she breathes deeply, trying to compose herself. However, she feels as if she's on the verge of tears. Her heart, which was already beating fast, began beating at an even more rapid rate. Her breath was becoming shallow and scarce. She could only hear the laughter, the taunts, and the ridicule.
She braced herself once more and opened the door. Everything was quiet. Everyone turned to look at her. She wanted to cry right there on the spot from all the dirty looks and glares that she was receiving. Aizen sure made fast work.
Someone worthy of me…
She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She was stronger than she used to be. She wouldn't let him break her. Not this time. She will fight.
She holds her head up high and walks to her seat, not offering any greetings. No one would return them anyway; she knew how the routine went. She just wonders how long it would take before they would stop ignoring her and begin taunting her.
Tears burn in the back of her eyes; she stares down at her desk, willing them to go away.
"Orihime!" she looks up at the sound of Rangiku's breathless voice. She was surprised, and cautious.
"…yes," she asks hesitantly. Rangiku has a disapproving frown on her face, Momo looks worried and Rukia…Rukia looks a mess. Like she's been crying and hasn't had enough sleep. Oh no, is this about the kiss? She mentally and physically braces herself for the onslaught of attacks that she is certain that she will receive.
"Do you mind if we speak to you for a moment? Somewhere a bit more private?" Rangiku asked. Orihime was still staring at Rukia; an incredible amount of guilt consumed her. She was sure that she did this to Rukia. But, it wasn't her fault; it wasn't like she asked Ichigo to kiss her. It wasn't like she asked for him to pin her against the tree, pull her hair, burn her with his hot, passionate kisses that left a fiery trail from her ear to her neck, which she could still feel.
NO! Bad Orihime! How could you think of something like that at a time like this?! She scolds herself. She gets out of her seat, accurately aware of the pen dropping silence and the stares. They go to the girls' bathroom. Rangiku looks Orihime straight in the eyes and gets right to the point.
"So what's going on between you and Ichigo?"
"Umm…Nothing, nothing at all. We're just friends, that's all," she says honestly.
"Oh don't give me that bull Orihime, he's already told me what happened," Rukia spat at her.
"Oh…Rukia, I'm really sorry. I've never meant to hurt you, really. And I'm sure that Ichigo is honestly apologetic, and if you give him a chance to make it up to you, I'm sure that he'll never do it again-"
"Oh save it for someone who actually gives a shit Orihime!" she screamed at her.
"Now honey hold on. At least give the girl a chance to explain herself," Rangiku says diplomatically.
"What do you mean give her a chance to explain herself?! She already admitted to advancing on him and stealing him from me!"
"Wait, I did no such thing! It was Ichigo who kissed me, Rukia; I would never do that to you. You are my friend," she reached out to touch her, but Rukia slapped her hand away.
"Some friend you are! Because of you Ichigo broke up with me! How do I know you two aren't already together?!"
"We're not! Please, just give me a chance to explain, I can explain everything!"
"Well then explain! EXPLAIN!" Rukia shouted. Orihime was having a hard time gathering her thoughts together. Ichigo said that he would explain all of this. Rukia is just hurt; she doesn't mean any of the things that she saying.
"I-"
"I'm through with this! I hate you Orihime! I hate you and Ichigo and you both deserve each other!" Rukia shouts, storming out of the bathroom. Through the open doors, Orihime could see that a group of girls have gathered at the door to snoop in on their private conversation. They gave Orihime dirty looks and went after Rukia. She felt her stomach drop to her knees.
"Orihime," Rangiku said gently. Orihime looks at her with tears shining in her eyes. Rangiku sighs deeply. "I don't believe that you would do that to Rukia. I know what type of person you are and that isn't it," Orihime lets out a relieved sigh, a few tears escape. "However, Rukia won't stand to see reason right now. So if you just give her some time and space, I'm sure everything will be settled. However, what I really do want to know is what happened between you and Ichigo. It's kind of weird that he would dump her out of the blue. I mean, we all did see it coming, they did nothing but argue, but if you said something or did something to make him want to leave Rukia-"
"But that's just it, I didn't do anything. At Tatsukis' party Ichigo kissed me…he kissed me first, but I kissed him back!" she broke down in tears, her heart heavy with guilt. "I've always had a crush on him, but…but I missed my chance and he chose Rukia. So I should have been satisfied with that! He was happy, I was happy that he was happy! But why when he kiss me did I have to kiss him back! Rukia is right, I'm a terrible friend!" she cried harder until she felt Rangiku's top heavy frame wraps around her own and gives her a tight squeeze.
"It's going to be okay honey, don't you worry. You're not a bad person for having those feelings. It's all natural. It sucks that you fell for someone that was already committed to another person, but hey, sometimes it happens. As long as you didn't act on your feelings,"
"But I did! I kissed him!"
"But he kissed you first; it was an accident…right? You didn't intentionally go up to him and kissed him. So in truth it was all Ichigos' fault, and not yours!" Rangiku said excitedly.
"It's not only his fault-"
"So that's it! Case close!" Rangiku wipes her forehead. " I swear that I'm going to wrinkle with all of the stress that I'm going through lately, between you girls and Gin, I will have to get Botox early!" she laughs loudly and herds Momo and Orihime out of the bathroom. Patting them both on the back.
"Momo, you stay with Orihime, I'm going to go and check up on Rukia. She's an absolute mess!" she bounds down the hall giving Orihime a reassuring smile, Orihime returns it dimly.
She looks at Momo, who, given all the turmoil that just went down between her closest friends, kept pretty silent during it all. Caught up in her own problems and worries, Orihime guesses. She is bumped harshly from behind. Momo catches her and stops her from falling to the ground.
"Orihime are you okay?" Momo asks worried. Orihime rights herself, a little shaken up. This was to be expected. It's just a bit earlier than she was expecting.
"Oops, I didn't mean to bump into you. But if you just give me a chance I can explain," says a girl with wavy light brown and judgmental brown eyes. She was surrounded by two girls with the same look on their face. They saunter past Orihime and Momo, snickering and whispering amongst them.
"Orihime, why didn't you say anything? Those girls obviously bumped into you on purpose," she said. Orihime shook her head, not saying anything.
"Let's get to class; we don't want to be late." Momo looks at her strangely for a moment, but she doesn't press the issue further.
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There was a lot on Ichigos mind. More than anything had any right to be on a teenager's mind. The one thing that was occupying his mind currently was, surprisingly, medical school. Ever since he carried Orihime home that day and she brought up what a good doctor that he would be, he couldn't seem to get the image of him wearing a lab coat and stethoscopes out of his brain. So he started looking into some medical schools and see what he would need to do to be prepared for all of that.
He always liked helping people, which was his thing he helped someone. Whether they were in danger, being bullied or just needed help carrying their groceries home. That's why he works for Ikumi Unagiya, who basically pays him to do various odd jobs for people. It's an annoying job most of the time because most of the time people want him to do stupid and embarrassing things. Like dress up as their son who moved out of their house 30 years ago, or rub lotion on their back, or shave their legs. But to go into the medical field and save lives. That would be…exciting, wouldn't it?
He walks to class, scowl in place, still contemplating the whole medical school thing. He would have to talk to Uryu about it. He plans on going into the medical field when he graduates. He says he isn't following in his father's footsteps by becoming a surgeon. But even Ichigo knows that that's bull. Uryu's need for his father's approval rolls off him in waves whenever he is brought up. He isn't brought up a lot because Uryu doesn't like to talk about his family, except his grandfather.
Now Ichigo is irritated. Why the hell does Uryu has to be so damn secretive in the first place?! It's not like there's anything wrong with his family. Not like there is whit his.
Ichigo runs his fingers through his hair in frustration as he remembers his dad trying to wake him up via surprise attack, (which by the way isn't a surprise attack if you yell "SURPRISE ATTACK!" before doing the actual attack)
When Ichigo arrives to class he walks immediately to his desk and lays his head down on his desk. He doesn't' want to be bothered right now. He knew that he had work today after school, but he also had that Welcoming Committee thing with Orihime. Orihime! He wonders how she's doing. He slowly cocks his head to the right and looks at her secretively. He hasn't been able to forget about her since that night when they kissed. It was unlike anything he's ever experience before in his life. He wanted it again. But…that would be wrong. She was Rukia's friend for one and besides, although he's the one who broke up with Rukia, he wasn't completely sure that he was over her.
He missed her dearly. Her passionate morning kisses, her small body in his arms, her stupid cruddy drawings, her obsession with rabbits, even her annoyed 'why on earth is he still talking' sigh. He looks to her and see that her eyes are red rimmed and he feels like shit all over again. Maybe he made a mistake…maybe he was to rash in his decision to break up with her.
He looks back to Orihime. He notices that her eyes are red too. What the hell? Why is she crying? Immeaditietly he looks to Ulquiorra, the bastard. He is shocked to shits when he sees that Ulquiorra is staring at him with an impassive look on his face. What the…
The door bursts open and their instructor comes in, followed by a tall, muscular man with light blue spiky hair and light blue eyes.
"Class please settle down and pay attention. I have a new guest that I would like to introduce you too. Please state your name and something interesting about yourself."
"My name is Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez," he smirks, revealing slightly unnatural sharp teeth. "And I love to fight, so whoever here is the best, I would like to test that theory."
Oohh a twist in the story! ooohhoooohhh.