Now I know that I promised you a chapter at the end of the week. But it turns out that I'm a big fat know that bitching writers block I was complaining about? It's been cured! So, A treat for my duckies. Instead of a what would be a normally background chapter, I present you with this! A reward for being Awesome loyal fans that you are! So without further ado...
Enjoy!
Rukia watched with dark humor as her loyal subjects did her biding for her. A dark smile crept across her perfectly glossed lips as she watched the boys sit on Orihime and the girls produce a pair of scissors and roughly grabbed a lock of her hair prepared to cut.
It was amazing what a few sobs and simple wishes could do. People would fall to your feet, and prepare to do anything for you in order to fall into your good graces. In fact, she was absolutely stunned at how quickly the whole school turned on the perfect princess. It just goes to show how jealousy and weakness in human beings can easily be exploited.
She held her breath in anticipation as she watched to girls began to cut Orihimes' burnt orange silken locks. However, much to her dismay, Ichigo came and destroyed the two idiots and threaten the girls. They'll probably spread the word around not to mess with Orihime or they'll have to deal with Ichigo and Saddo, the two boys with the worst rep in Karakura High.
She growled in frustration as she stalked to the girls' bathroom. All of her hard work, WASTED! All of those damnable hours she spent "crying her eyes out" and "bawling" like some sort of moron! Now how would she find someone with enough courage to break that pretty, perfect, princess?! Who?! She stopped, folding her arms in concentration.
It would seem that she has a few phone calls to make.
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Orihime awoke with a screaming headache. Her nose was stuffed and her eyes were swollen. There was a warm, moist towel on her face. She took it off her face and pressed her palm to her forehead, trying to slack some of the pain.
She looked around and noticed that she was home. She tried to remember what happened previously. She was being attacked by some of her schoolmates. They were trying to cut her hair. She quickly reached for her hair, and to her immense relief, it was all still there.
She releases a deep shuddering breath, a few tears escaping her eyes.
I've kept my promise Sora. I've kept my promise. A few more tears escape her as she thinks of her brother. Here she was going through all of this again without her white knight to protect her and make her feel better. She turns over to her side, as she releases more tears.
For the first time ever, she spoke her mind to her attackers. She didn't just lie there and take it. She defended herself and that felt good. It had negative effect, but it did make her feel good. It made her feel as though she wasn't as weak as she originally thought.
She took a couple of deep, calming breaths when it finally occurred to her to be curious about how she got home.
She gets up off her bed, and makes her way to the door. She hears a noise coming from her kitchen. It's sounds of pots banging and soft swearing. Ichigo?
She slowly creeps out of her room and down the hall to her kitchen. She sees Ichigo attempting to make tea in the weirdest way. He has the stove on the highest setting and has put the tea directly in the pot of boiling water along with the sugar and honey, stirring it all together furiously. The concoction splashes everywhere, including on him, which caused him to swear, constantly and stir faster which, of course, started the whole process over again.
She couldn't help it. A small giggle bubbled up out of her mouth and into the air, alerting him to her presence.
His head whipped around and a smile lit up his features.
"Ah, you're awake," he states gently. He looked so happy to see that she was awake that the giggles died in her throat as a flush crept up her neck and spread across her face.
Not able to trust her voice, she nods meekly, a smile etched on her face.
"Well, I've made some tea. Why don't you sit down and I'll serve it," she nods and moves to the table. A feeling of peace and content clouded her mind.
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Ichigo was angrily fighting with the stove, trying to make tea. The damned stove obviously didn't like him, because it kept burning him with the water every chance it got. He was highly tempted to set the damned thing on fire until he heard a light, feminine giggle behind him. She was awoke and she was happy enough to giggle. He turned around. He couldn't erase the smile off his face even if he wanted to.
"Ah, you're awake," a beautiful blush tints her porcelain cheeks as she nods happily. The tightness that held his heart in its icy grip since he brought her home, she had cried herself to sleep, released its hold on him.
"Well, I've made some tea. Why don't you sit down and I'll serve it," she nods moving to the table. He turns back to the stove, deeming the tea done, and pours it into the tea pot that he found in a cabinet. He puts the tea on a tray and grabs two matching cups and brings it to her. She smiles brightly, causing him to blush himself, as he sits down.
"This is my first time making tea, so I hope you like it," he says, feeling nervous and proud as he pours their cups.
"Oh I'm sure that it's delicious! Everything you do it great and amazing, so there's no reason why this tea shouldn't be the same," she says politely, taking her cup blowing on it.
The simple act of her blowing on her tea was innocent. Until Ichigos' perverted mind retained the image and perverted to something far from innocent. He felt a longing in his stomach and immediately drank his tea to get his mind of his perverse thoughts.
As soon as he took a sip of that tea, he wanted to spit it out. It was the absolute worst thing that he's ever put into his mouth…ever! He couldn't even describe the taste, it was that bad!
He looks over to Orihime who was sipping her tea thoughtfully. Suddenly, a huge smile crossed her face and she took a slightly bigger gulp of her tea.
"Wow Ichigo! This is the best tea that I've ever had! You're really are good at everything!" she exclaims happily.
"Really, you don't think that it taste a bit on the…disgusting side?" she had to be joking. This tea was an insult to beverages everywhere. It was horribly disgusting. He couldn't bring himself to taste another sip. Was that tea leaves he tasted floating around his mouth.
"No really! This tea is the best tea ever! Do you mind if I had have some more? You absolutely have to make me some more sometime!" she was truly and honestly enjoying the tea. She smiled at him, a big and bright one.
He couldn't help but to return it.
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Renji walked to class with a scowl. He was upset. Ichigo totally bailed on him today. They were supposed to spar after lunch but instead Renji was in the gym by himself, looking like a total ass!
His blood boiled as he remembered that puny freshmen that came in. He, thinking that he was Ichigo, pounced. That little shit told the principle (because telling that bloodthirsty coach was just suicide) and now he's late to class from his meeting with the principle. Without a pass because that sick bastard, Urahara felt that feeling Sensei Yourichi wrath of showing up to class with no pass was suitable punishment.
He made it to the front on the door. He could already hear her seething at the lack of students that were present. He swallows thickly and slowly opens the door, trying not to let his fear show.
As soon as he takes one step a flying piece of chalk hits him squarely between his eyes.
"You're late!" she announces, her smooth voice dark and ominous.
"Yeah, I was in the, the-"
"Hall pass?" he swallows thickly again. Before he could shake his head, a barrage of flying chalk comes at him, injuring him in various places.
When it is all done, he sinks to the floor in pain and defeat, groaning.
"Next time don't come to my class late and without a pass," she states, turning back to the board. "Hey, where'd all my chalk go?" she asks a bit confused.
"I think it's all lodged into my skull," Renji answers from the ground. Being late to class is a real bitch.
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"Renji, could you stay after I need to have a word with you," their Sensei asks. He shuffles over to her desk and waits as everyone leaves the classroom.
"What's up?"
"Renji I was just wondering what time do you think that you'll be home?"
"I don't know. I have work this afternoon and seeing as though Ichigo isn't here right now, it looks like I will have to pick up his slack," he grunted.
"Okay. I was just checking. I'll tell Kisuke that you'll be home late. We'll leave the door unlock and have Ururu save some dinner for you."
"Thanks Yoruichi, I appreciate it."
"No problem...have you heard from your parents?"
He was silent for a long minute. Then he shook his head, a dark mood settling over him. Yoruichi sighs heavily.
"Well, until they come back home, you're welcome to stay as long as you like. And longer," she states, a kind smile upon her face.
"Yeah...I know...Thanks."
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After tea, they decided to have ice-cream. Ichigo just wanted something to clear the taste of that horribly disgusting tea off his pallet.
He looked at the choices of ice-cream that was stuffed in her freezer.
Vanilla, chocolate, rocky road, moonlineum crunch, mocha almond fudge, cookies and cream, vanilla bean swirl, fudge brownie, mint chocolate chip, buttered pecan, and pecan pralines. He learned something about Orihime. She was an ice cream freak.
"So um...which one do you want?" he asked unsure which to choose because she had so many.
"Any one will be fine, they're all my favorites!"
He turns back to the freezer, which by the way should NOT have been able to hold all of this ice-cream, and picks the plain old chocolate one. He grabs two spoons and goes into the living room where she has some lame variety show playing. She's totally engrossed in what's going on onscreen. It's adorable.
He sat down next to her, he doesn't miss the light blush that tints her cheeks. He hands her a spoon. She looks surprised. He pretends not to notice and digs into the ice cream, he points it towards her. After a few moments of housing with great intensity, she digs in as well.
They sit there in companionable silence, enjoying each other's company. She bites her spoon nervously, obviously there's something on her mind.
"Ichigo...thank you. For helping me earlier today. For saving my hair," she trails off looking away, her hand touching her hair. He looks at her for a moment, trying to figure out what was running through her head.
"Orihime, I will never stand by while you're in danger. I will always protect you, no matter what." he said seriously. Surprised by his intensity and his words, she whipped her head around to meet his gaze. The look on his face was pure determination. Her face heated and she turned scarlet.
She wanted to look away from that uber intense amber gaze but she couldn't find the will to do so. She felt as she was being drawn deeper and deeper into a pool of light piping hot caramel. She felt embarrassed and aroused at the same time. She felt heat creep up from her heart and spread out like wildfire to her neck and face, and downwards towards her stomach and groin until her entire body felt as though it took a nice deep lava bath.
He reaches out and touches her face. His hot touch igniting the fire that already spread throughout her. She sighs and allows herself to lean into his touch. His calloused fingers softly stroke her soft feminine features. Her soft, slightly scarlet cheeks, her soft plum moist shell pinks lips, the fine burnt orange of hairs of her eyebrows.
She sighs, closing her eyes. Ichigo strums her spinal cord with his fingers, igniting every single nerve she had on ablaze.
She shifted, moving closer to him in an almost, unnoticeably fashion. She wanted it to stop, and then again, after the day she had, she was really desperate for the comfort. So she stayed silent as his fingers made their way to her hairline and delved into her hair.
She heard him move closer, the rustling of his clothes as the fabric became disturbed. He fingered her hair, playing with the strands, gently tugging them, rolling them through his fingers, as if he was trying to find out the secrets that they held. She opens her eyes to look at him. Gray skies meeting amber fire.
Neither of them knew who made the first move. It can be well assumed that neither of them cared. All that mattered at that moment was each other.
His lips were hot on hers, her throat felt as though someone had poured liquid fire down it. His hands instantly went to her hair. He pulled at it roughly, as he pushed into her, trapping her between his strong arms and the floor. She felt crushed beneath him, but she didn't mind at all. It was a great feeling, a fantastic feeling. She wanted more, oh God did she want more.
He crushed his lips to hers, bruising them in the process, forcing her mouth open wider, his tongue slid across hers, causing her to moan in a way that made something in his pants jump.
She kissed him back with the same intensity. One of her hands went to his hair, tangling itself in it, pulling on the orange locks, her other hand went to his back, scrunching up the fabric of his uniform shirt. One of her legs wrapped itself around him as she pulled his body close to hers, as if she was trying to absorb him.
Real Orihime was nothing like dream Orihime. This Orihime was aggressive and near violent with passion. She clawed at his neck, and bit his lip, which damn near made him writhe with agony and pleasure.
She was soft. She was so incredibly soft, from her lips to her face to her breasts down to her thighs, which his hand was currently stroking. Her skin felt like soft butter and silk sheets.
As his fingers trails up and down her thighs, he feels her shudders and hears her moans, her breath hitches as she makes some very un-Orihime like sounds.
He releases her lips and trails kisses down her neck to her cleavage area, a tight grip on her thigh that had wrapped itself around him. She arches her midsection into him, as he kisses the valley of her cleavage. Her hands tighten in his hair, pulling it with a strength that he didn't know was in her. The pain was shocking and arousing.
She lets out a loud sound, a guttural cry if you will, arching more into him.
He makes his way back up to her mouth, silencing her cries with his hot, fiery kisses. He grinds into her, pressing her further into the floor, growling into her. He bits on her lips, happy that he finally receives the chance to taste it for himself. She moans loudly into him, her nails scratching the back of his neck.
Their tongues dance a seductive dance with each other, the sounds of their wet kisses and breathless pants fills the air.
The heat that had once spread throughout her entire being, now collected in her groin. It was an insistent feeling. This feeling made her want to squeal, it was bad and good at the same time. A sound escaped her throat, she began to grind against Ichigo to slate the feeling, but it only made it increase. Frustrated, she ripped her lips away from Ichigo and bit him on his neck quite hard, grinding against him in a most furious passion.
Ichigo made a sound that could only be described as a mix between a growl, a moan and a squeak. His hand tightened in her hair as he pressed against her.
There was a knock on her door, jolting them both from that passion fueled embrace.
Orihime made to move from underneath Ichigo, but he tightened his hold on her, unwilling to let her go.
"Ichigo, I have to answer the door," she said breathlessly. If she was being honest, she didn't want to leave the fiery cage of protect and desire that he encased around her. But she needed to answer the door.
She wiggled and squirmed until he finally and begrudgingly released her. A low growl escaped him as she got up to go towards the door.
She snapped her head at him and gave him a surprised look. He just gave her a devilish smirk in return. She shook her head with a small grin and looked through the peep hole, ducking instantly.
It was Ulquiorra.
How was she supposed to explain this to him? How was she supposed to explain the state that she's in to him? She frantically felt her lips and she could feel that they were swollen. Her neck felt tender, from Ichigos' bites no doubt, she was sure that she had red markings all over her skin.
She didn't want Ulquiorra to see her this way. But why? Did she still have feelings for him? She was unsure. She didn't know if she still felt the same way. In truth, she wasn't sure how she felt about Ichigo. Okay, she's kidding. She was in love with Ichigo, she has been ever since she laid eyes on him.
But she was also in love with Ulquiorra. She gave him her virginity, he was her first. She didn't think that she would ever be able to forget that. But she was just about to go all the way with Ichigo…wasn't she? Would she have gone all the way? She wasn't sure. She wasn't sure about anything.
There was another knock on the door. This one sounded almost impatient.
Her heart pounded so loudly in her chest and so painfully, she felt as though it would lodge itself in her throat and suffocate her. She found that she was having difficulties breathing. Deciding quickly, she opened the door, her eyes closed.
Ulquiorra looked her, surprise lightly crossing his face, leaving just as quickly as it came, leaving no telltale signs that it was ever there. His normally impassive lips turned ever so slightly downwards.
She blushed, embarrassed. She didn't know what to do, how to feel. Her emotions and thoughts were all jumbled up. Most importantly, she was ashamed. She knew what she did was wrong, but she just couldn't figure out why.
Without saying anything, Ulquiorra turned around to leave. She panicked, not thinking she called out to him.
"Ulquiorra, please! Don't go…" she didn't know where to go from there. She bit her lip, wincing at the pain. Her lips were still sore from her session with Ichigo.
He stilled at her words. Not moving an inch. Then, so quickly that she was barely able to process it, he turned around, pressed something in her hand and moved away quickly again, leaving her behind.
She felt the need the cry and she didn't even know why. She bit her lip harder, ignoring the pain, trying to hold back tears, and looked down in her hand. It was a box of medicine. Just general medicine that was supposed to cure, or ease the symptoms of whatever that was ailing you.
Coming from anyone else, it would be a menial gift. One of little thought and consideration.
However, coming from Ulquiorra, who didn't really communicate with people well, went out of his way to pick up some medicine for her because he thought that she was sick. He deliberately went out of his way to give her some medicine. He was genuinely concerned about her. Her hearts splinters.
Now she really did feel sick.
She slumps back into her apartment, feeling like the scum of the earth. She looks up into sad amber eyes. Her own eyes widen in response.
"Ichigo…" she says softly, a bit surprised.
"…I guess I should go," he states, picking his school jacket up off her couch.
"No, Ichigo wait," she reaches out for him, but he shakes her off from him subtly, gently. Noticeably.
Her heart, which had just splintered, now became a full blown crack. She retracts her hand and holds it to her chest.
"…Ichigo please," she whispers, afraid that her tears might spill over. He walks over to the door and then stops and sighs deeply.
"No, Orihime. It's not your fault. It's mine, I guess I should've known what Ulquiorra meant to you…I guess I was just selfish," he turns and gives her a sad smile. "I missed my chance with you…I don't want to wreck your relationship like how I wrecked mines. I'll see you around," and with that he left.
She wanted to call out to him. Tell him that he was wrong. But the truth is…she didn't know if he WAS wrong.
She pressed her hands closer to her heart, trying to stop it from breaking. But it slipped through her fingers and fell on the floor. Shattering as the pieces met the ground. Her tears began to fall. She tried to stop it but she couldn't. She clasped her hand over her mouth to quiet the sobs.
Everywhere she went she hurt someone. Everywhere she went she hurt herself.
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Rangiku sat at home alone. Again.
Sighing, she went to the kitchen to make herself some tea. The house was empty save for her soulful sighs.
Gin does this constantly. He always leaves without telling her where he was going or when he was coming back. He never tells her what he was doing or who was doing it with. She was certain that he was never cheating on her. It was just something about Gin that she knew about him, and he wasn't a cheater. That much she never had to worry about. But…sometimes it felt that she loved him more than he loved her.
She stared at the water boiling in the pot, wondering where, of all places could her boyfriend have went.
No matter how many times he left her, he always came back. But sometimes, and this was by far her biggest fear, sometimes she wondered if he would ever come back.
Her phone rang. It was Momo.
"Hey Momo, what's up?"
"Um…Rangiku…there's something you should see," she said hesitantly.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Rangiku was already on high alert. Between Rukia and stopping girls from bad mouthing Orihime (because yes, she had ears and she most definitely heard the crude gossip) and Gin constantly disappearing on her, she was one huge ball of messy worry.
"It's Facebook…there are a lot of bad things about Orihime on here. Everyone's calling her a slut and a whore and stuff like that." Rangiku sighed, and ran her fingers through her hair, pursing her lips.
"Well, they haven't said any of those things to her face yet have they?"
"…well, no…" Rangiku lets out a relieved breath. "But, they did try to cut off her hair today," she rushed out.
"WHAT?!" she yelled.
"I guess that I should have started off with that actually," Momo murmured.
"What do you mean that they tried to cut off her hair?!"
"Well it was three girls and two boys. Apparently they overheard Rukia saying that they only reason Ichigo liked Orihime was because he felt a connection because they have the same hair color. And you know how sensitive he is about his hair, so somehow they got in it into their skulls that if they destroy her hair then Ichigo would leave Orihime and go back to Rukia," she informed quickly. One thing about Momo was that she had a knack for getting information. She was incredibly studious and quiet so people didn't pay any attention to her when she was around, and spilled their secrets clumsily around her like a toddler pouring its own milk.
"But they're not even together. She confirmed that to us and I don't believe her to be a liar," Rangiku fumed.
"Exactly, but after what he did today, no one is going to buy that story."
"What do you mean, what did he do?"
"He saved her from the kids who were trying to cut off her hair. He actually hospitalized the boys, their still unconscious by the way, and he threated the girls that if they ever bother her again that he beat the shit of out them too. Of course this is all just gossip out of the girls' room,"
"But knowing Ichigo it's an actual possibility that that happened. Oh my God, Momo, what are we going to do?" she hears the girl sighs deeply on the phone and she could practically see her nibbling her nails through the phone.
"I don't know," she admitted. Rangiku thought hard on what needed to be done.
"We have to confront them. We have to tell the class that Ichigo isn't the only one looking after her," she says into the phone. She could hear Momo nodding.
"Maybe then they'll lay off her and realize that Ichigo is not protecting her because she's his girlfriend, but because she's his friend."
"Exactly," or at least, Rangiku hoped that it would turn out that way.
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Ichigo felt terrible. There was this incomprehensible sadness encased his heart.
He was such a huge, innumerable dork. Of course a girl like Orihime wouldn't be around forever.
The image of her and Ulquiorra dancing close at Tatsukis' party flashed through his mind. Them sneaking off together, their shared kiss.
He closed his eyes as he felt the back of his throat tighten. He cleared his throat, shaking his head.
As he made his way home, he tried to shake the feeling of her soft body shuddering beneath his fingers. The sounds of her soft moans as they filled the air, mingling with her sweet breathless pants. She created a heat in him that was so volatile that he felt that he would burst.
His hands went to the back of his neck. The skin was tender and sore. She had scratched him pretty hard. A small sad smile crept across his face. He hadn't expected her to be that rough.
The feeling of her grinding herself against him floated around his skull.
He hadn't expected her to be that frisky either.
Sighing, he made his way to his front door, palming his face. It didn't matter what he expected of her. She wasn't his…and he couldn't touch her anymore. He couldn't feel her soft skin, her plump lips, or silken hair.
He couldn't have her private smiles, soft stares, or any more personal moments ever again. Not to say that he couldn't be her friend. Just that, he wasn't sure if he knew how to be her friend anymore. He wasn't sure if he could just be her friend anymore. He wanted more. He wanted her loving looks, her nails scratching his skin, her teeth gnawing his flesh. He wanted her laughs, her smiles, he soft whispers, he conspiratorial grins. He wanted her anger, her fury, her sadness, her salty tears, her insecurities, her worst fears, her nightmares and her dreams. He wanted her past, her present and her future. He wanted her body, her mind, her heart and her soul. He wanted everything.
But he missed his chance. So he was left with nothing.
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Uryu had finally found her. Finally, after a full night of research, he finally found what he was looking for. Nemu Kurotsuchi, only daughter of Dr. Mayuri Kurotsuchi. Dr. Kurotsuchi is best known as the mad scientist of Matsukura Hospital. It was rumored that he does experimentation on his patients and was a mad genius of sorts.
Nemu is his assistant. Although she was only 17, she worked for him with his crazy hours, never going to school because she was homeschooled. She was featured in many of the biophysics and biochemistry journals alongside him for his insane, yet successful inventions and experimentations. Always with a demure smile and eyes cast slightly downward.
It was fact that he treated his daughter poorly, almost to the point of abuse. There were signs of physical abuse on the girl. She would sometimes sport bruises and small scratches. Limps and casts were a part of her childhood growing up.
He obviously beats the girl. But she never cried out for help. In fact, she was devoted to him. Doted on him hand and foot. Never leaving his side for too long, no matter how much he yelled and insulted her and mentally abused her.
He came across where he would know her from. A few years back there was a medical association ball. His father had taken him and his mother there before she abandoned them.
Dr. Kurotsuchi was being honored for a medical breakthrough. His daughter was there in a pretty black dress that proofed out around her waist, and sparkled in the light. She wore a simple red choker and her hair in a simple elegant black braid that fell over her shoulder down to her waist.
Her smile was bigger then. It actually reached her eyes.
Uryu sighed, as he packed his things into his book bag, pressing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his fore finger.
I guess years of abuse and torment could diminish a smile over time. He thought to himself. Looking to the sky sighing.
I wonder if it's possible to recreate something that was destroyed.
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Orihime makes her way to school by herself. She waited for Ulquiorra to come and knock on her door so that they could walk to school together. But he didn't. He must still be angry with her. Or hurt. Or better yet, he's hurt and angry.
She waited 20 minutes past the time he normally would've come and decided that he wasn't.
She yawned deeply, covering her mouth and closing her eyes. It was another sleepless night. Her heart was in too much turmoil for her to be able to get a decent nights rest. Dark bags marred her beautiful face. It was obvious that she was tired. She got little to no sleep last night. With all these emotions and thoughts swirling through her mind, she was a little bit worse for wear.
She arrived to class later than normal, feeling exhausted and haggard. She looked towards Ulquiorra. His back was to her. He didn't acknowledge her coming in.
She towards where Ichigo sat. He must've been looking at her, because she caught movement as he looked away from her. He sported a scowl and his body language was lax, as though he didn't care. But his hurt eyes betrayed him.
She bit back tears gave a deep breath as she made her way to her seat.
Why must her life always be filled with pain? It's only been 4 days since Tatsuki left and already she was back in her own personal hell.
She lays her head on her desk. She should've stayed home today. A paper ball made contact with her head. She closed her eyes tightly. Really? They were throwing things at her?
She heard chairs scrape against the linoleum floors. She kept her head down.
"WHO THREW THAT?!" yelled Rangiku. Orihime peeked up from the walls she made with her arms. Uryu, Chad, Rangiku, Momo, Ichigo, even Ulquiorra was standing, looking for the culprit. Total silence enveloped the room.
"Come forward, I'll destroy you," Ichigo seethed.
Ichigo. Orihime heart thumped.
"It's a bit pre-school to throw projectile objects at your classmate. We are all supposed to be much more mature than this," Uryu stated in a berating fashion.
Uryu.
"Listen, whatever is going on between Ichigo, Rukia and Orihime is their business! It doesn't give any of you the right to torment her and try to make her life miserable!" Rangiku yelled.
Rangiku! Orihime emerged fully from her arms looking at her busty friend. Ichigos' head snapped around and met Orihime gray eyes.
"Is that why they were trying bothering you yesterday?" he asked, completely floored. His eyes were intense and a fierce fire burned in them. She felt as if they were scorching her soul. She couldn't find her voice, she nodded.
A cold fury took over his face as his eyes grew cold and dark. He turned to Rukia.
"I told you that she had nothing to do with it!" he spat at her. A look of indescribable fury past across her petite features, before they were quickly replaced with hurt, injured look.
"Ichigo…you can't possibly think that I would be the cause of all this. Yes I'm hurt that you cheated on me with her and that you left me for her-"
"Cut the bull Rukia, I didn't leave you for her! I left you because we didn't fit together anymore!" he said half angrily, half warily. One of the girls who attacked her yesterday. She had short black hair and plain brown eyes and way too much makeup on.
"Hey! It doesn't matter! A slut is always a slut! Everyone knows that Orihime gave up the goods to Ichigo which is why he is all over her and dumped Rukia," she said boldly.
"What the fuck did you say?" Ichigo snarled at her.
"You bitch! How dare you utter those words?" Rangiku said darkly. She stalked over to where the girl was standing. "If you ever say anything like that about any of my friends ever again, I swear, you will regret it with your life."
"How can you say anything like that? Orihime has never given anyone the notion that she was that type of girl. Ever since we've known her, she never been promiscuous, or given any indication that she was a sexual deviant. You're accusations are based on hurt feelings and assumptions and you look pathetic for it," Uryu concluded.
"Yeah! Orihime has been nothing but nice and sweet since she came to this school. She's nice to everyone and she goes out of her way to help all of you. How could you turn on her so quickly and hate her so much without even a shred of evidence that she's the promiscuous monster that you make her out to be?" Momo reasoned. There was silence all around the class.
Yumichika, Ikkaku and Renji looked around confused. They had no idea what was going on, they didn't participate in mess like this. But they had to admit, they were intrigue at the infidelity that Ichigo seem to be caught in.
Every ones phones began to chirp, alerting them that they had a message. Gasps and squeals and shrieks were heard all around. Guys high fived each other, and laughed. The girl with the short black hair and plain eyes smirked as she looked at her phone and pointed it towards Rangiku. A picture of Orihime posing seductively in the nude, blowing a kiss towards the camera filled the screen of the phone, and of every phone in the school. There was a sharp intake of breath from her friend as she took in the photo. Orihime want to die right then and there.
"Proof enough for you?"
Ohh! Sorry, but the last chapter ended on too much of a sweet note for my taste, so I left you with something sour.
But Before you go I have but one favor to ask. I was thinking of writing a not Ichihime fic. It's about an illict affair between a student and a teacher. Orihime being the student and Ichgio the teacher (Obviously). The story would be told strictly first person, alternating between Ichigo and Orihime. It will not be a story for the kiddies. There will be sex and lots of it becasue, hey? its a story about a teacher sleeping with his student. But it won't just be smut, I'm not that kind of person. Just that there would be more sex in that story than thier is in this story. Does that makes sense? Oh whatever. Anyway. I just thought that I'd write something a bit more closer to home. Not that I had an affair with any of my teachers (although there was this one) but I did just recently left a relationship with someone 10 years older than me. But all of that nonesense aside, if you could just leave a little comment below with your thoughts on the subject.
I know what you're all thinking: This bitch is already taking forever to update! Now she wants to start another story and the updates will take twice as long to come in! Oh HEELLLL NO!
But I can asure that I won't start a new story until atleast three weeks. And by that time I should be wrapping this story up, if not done with it already. But, wow! this is one frighenly long author's note. I promise not to do too many of these. I just tend to ramble on and on and oh look. I'm doing it again.