Ok, so please, please please dont' hate me! I know I promised this to you like a long time ago and I know that I promised more, but I've really don't know where this story is going and due to that I've kind of been unmotivated to write. I really dont' want to give y'all crap so just bear with me, we are almost at the end of this journy. Also, school is starting to get kind of serious so Up date will be less frequent.
Also, I will not be doing anymore backstories chapters so with out futher ado
Enjoy!
Uryu met the girl again. He was walking home, and he saw her huddled on the ground. He ran to her.
"Hey, are you okay? Do you need medical attention?" he asked frantically. Startled, she popped up from her position and stood, thoroughly frightening Uryu in the process. He jumped back.
She didn't say anything, she just got to leave. She only made it a few steps when she crumpled in pain.
Uryu rushed over to her, dropping his book bag. He knelt beside her, taking her wrist in his hand, checking her pulse. It was rapid, and her skin was hot to the touch.
"It seems that you're running a fever," he murmured to himself. He put his arms around her back and under her knees to lift her up. She trembles a little, moaning in pain. "Don't worry, I'm going to take you to the hospital," he said. Carrying her in the direction of his dad's hospital. He would much rather go to the Kurosaki clinic so that he wouldn't have to deal with his father, but she needed medical attention immediately and his dad hospital was closer so…
Eventually, after of a lot of incompetence on the hospital staff parts in Uryu's mind, things were finally getting settled. She was exhausted and dehydrated. She would need to be in the hospital for a few days on complete bed rest if she hoped to get any better. She was still sleeping when they finally let Uryu see her.
It was just his luck that his father was her doctor. His silver hair glinted in the sun light that came in through windows and his frameless glasses hid his dark blue eyes.
"Son, tell me your relationship with Kurosutchi's daughter," he ordered silently.
"I'm afraid that that's none of your business Ryuken," he replied, not looking at his father as he moved to her side. His father frowned slightly, looking over her chart.
"Where did you find her?"
"On the street, I already told the nurse this information, I don't see a need to repeat myself."
"It's just a formality. I'm sure you know that, or at least I hoped you would."
"Ryuken, your duty is to tend to the patient, not give me the third degree," Uryu said scathingly.
"I'm your father; do you think that you could show me a semblance of respect?" Ryuken asked tiredly.
"No."
"Then could you show me some respect as the man that saved your friend's life?"
"What do you want from me Ryuken?" Uryu turned around to face his father exasperated. Ryuken stared at his son for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He released a deep sigh, shaking his head;
"Nothing…I'll be back to check on her, let anyone know if she wakes up," he left the room quietly. Uryu looked at his father's back, mentally kicking himself. He doesn't know why whenever his father tries to reach out to him, he attacks him.
It was times like this that made him feel like an idiot…and a jerk.
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Ichigo decided the second best feeling in the world was waking up with Orihime in his arms. Second only to kissing her incredibly soft lips.
Her soft, silken skin caressed by his rough arms, her strawberry scented shampoo invading his nostrils, her soft breath on his neck. He loved this feeling.
He tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. Her mouth was slightly agape, she snored softly. Her skin was warm, and she pressed herself firmly against him in the night.
His only regret was the morning wood that had woken him up. He had woken up so hard, that it was painful. He quickly thought of the time when he saw his father in the bathroom, his hard on softening quickly. It was hard to keep it that way when she kept pressing herself up against him. Her baby soft hands, holding on to his arms, or torso. It changed a few time throughout the night.
He was more than a little embarrassed to admit that it took an enormous amount restraint to not force him on her. To not roll on top of her, pin her to his bed and ravage her. To not lose control and wreck her body. He had to painfully content himself with just holding on to her.
"Mmhh…" she moaned in her sleep. He went still. Closing his eyes, he gave a silent groan, and he released her. Her moaned had affected him rather deeply. He was determined to be a decent man. He would not let his lust get the better of him. He wasn't a damned pervert!
He shifted in her grasp, turning his back to her. He was trying really hard not to concentrate on her warm body against his and instead on his father's hairy manhood. Which sounded really messed up, but it was preferred to him taking the innocent girl besides him and destroying her.
She sighed, a deep guttural sound leaving her throat. Ichigo was sure now, that she was trying to kill him. Once again his hard on became hard, tightening to the point that he wanted to kill himself.
She draped her arm around his torso, her hand lightly grazing his erection. It was too much.
He jumped at the painfully pleasurable sensation, knocking her off the bed and letting lose an embarrassing, very unmanly squeak.
She hit the ground with a thud, and immediately he was worried.
He leaned over his bed to see if she was alright. She sat up, rubbing her head with her injured hand, looking a bit dazed.
"Are you alright Orihime? I didn't mean to knock you off the bed," he said reaching out to help her back on the bed. She was still confused and she didn't put up any fight when he picked her up and laid her back on the bed.
Dad's junk. Dad's junk. Dad's junk. Dad's junk. Dad's junk.
He thought, his erection slowly going away. He breathed a sigh of relief when it was finally gone and Orihime was now fully awake. She lied on her side facing him, her cheeks tinged with a light pink. She reached out to touch his cheek, as if she wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not. . He gave her a smile.
"Good morning…Orihime," his smile grew as her grey eyes widen and her face fully became red.
She scrambled to leave his bed, but his hand shot out around her waist. With gentle, yet strong force, he kept her in his bed. He wasn't ready for her to leave just yet. Her body tensed underneath his touch. She went still, halting her breathing.
"G-good morning Ichigo," she said in a breathy whisper. Her voice washed over him, leaving a sheet of warmth in its wake. He felt begin to relax under his touch; the tight coil of nervousness unwound itself from her stomach.
They just stared at each other. They were in their own world of happiness and content. She stared up at him in wonder. Their noses were almost touching.
What Ichigo was feeling at that moment could only be described as happiness. Not lust, no sad, no roller coaster, whirlwind of emotions. He was just happy.
His body reacted before his mind could catch up. He closed the remaining distance between them with a kiss.
His lips captured her open mouth, his hand, the one that wasn't supporting her head; tighten on her waist, holding her close. He gently pried her mouth open with his tongue and worried her bottom lip with his teeth.
She gasped, surprised, unsure of what to make with this new chain of events. But very quickly her surprised gasp turned into a moan as she fisted the material of his shirt.
Ichigo released her lips, making small nips along her jaw. She gasped in surprised, his small hand tightening their hold on his shirt. She felt warmth all over. From her hair line to the tips of her toes. Soon, her entire body was hot. She struggled not to make any un-lady like sounds, but it was a fight.
His love nips made their way to the thin skin of her neck. The warmth that was all over retreated to her groin.
Unconscious of the action, her knee lifted and her leg was over his torso, her body forcing his on his back. She went down on him as she began to kiss his forehead; her hands went to his orange hair and gripped it tightly as his nips trailed downwards to her chest.
Her thighs clenched tightly around him as she groaned semi-loudly.
"I-Ichigo…" her breath hitched and once again, for the third time that morning, Ichigo had an erection. He was semi grateful that she was sitting on his stomach and not lowers. Well, he was grateful for all of 10 seconds until she twitched when he nipped a particularly sensitive part of her breasts. She moved downwards and then stopped when she realized that something was going on down there.
Now in all honesty, Ichigo really didn't mean for him to do what he did. But it just sort of happened.
When her firm butt touched his hard on, he released a growl and so quickly that neither of them knew what was going on, he flipped her over to her back and he was straddling her. His throbbing erection firmly pressed against her stomach, and he kissed her with a bruising force, slowly, yet not so discreetly, grinding against her.
A gurgled moaned from her was muffled by his mouth as her hands went from his hair to his lower back, lifting up his shirt and scraping her nails against his bare back.
He was ashamed to admit it, but he whimpered. Ichigo has never in his life whimpered. But somehow, someway, she was able to make him produced that sound.
But at the rate she was going, he didn't even have time to worry about his reputation. The only thing that made it through his lust filled haze was her mouth and her sounds.
He grabbed her breast, her breath hitched, arching her back she dug her nails into his back, pain coupled with bliss invaded his brain.
Oh dear God she wasn't wearing a bra. He could clearly feel her harden peak in the center of his hand. His hands squeezed her breast, kneading it, the other held her upper arm tightly and he grounded more forcefully into her stomach. He was itching for some relief with his harden member. It was painful it was ecstasy, it was so fucking amazing.
She began mewling. He didn't think it was possible, but he became even harder. She was seriously pushing him to his limits. He stomached clenched with an overbearing need of relief. He felt as if he was about to burst.
Her hands slowly moved down from the center of his back to his outer edges of his pants, caressing the skin. He released a low growl from the back of his throat. Inspired, she reached deeper into his pants, her nails lightly scraping against his thighs, effectively tugging down his pants.
The heat in her groin was relentless. She craved relief like a man trapped in desert craved water. Whatever Ichigo was doing to her breast, she didn't want it to stop. It hurt and felt good at the same time. It was filling her mind to the brim and she felt as though she was about to spill.
The space between her legs was wet. It was incredibly wet and hot, her panties were soaked. Her groin desperately needed attention. She needed this! She continued tugging down his pants until the outer edges of his blue and white striped boxers were showing.
She slipped her fingers into the outer edges of his boxer, feeling the overheated skin. She continued mewling a bit louder. Her stomach was in tight coils of yearning. A pressure was building in her chest. She pulled his pants and underwear down a bit further.
His lust induced trace was taking over a majority part of his brain, and it very much liked where things were heading. It made him want to assist Orihime in taking off his pants, and take off hers as well. It wanted to rip her clothes right off her body and plunge into her countless times. Coat himself in her sweet hot juices.
But an incredibly small fraction of his consciousness screamed at him that this wasn't right.
He ignored that part as her released her lips, sitting up; he reached for her shirt (his shirt) and lifted it up over her head. Her faced was completely coated in desire. Her mouth was deliciously red, her face flushed and her eyes heavy lidded. She looked up at him, her grey eyes screamed desire.
He turned his attention to her now bare torso. Her creamy skin was hot to the touch, and the pink areolas of her breast stood out in shocking comparison. Her breasts were large and round and smooth. They curved up deliciously to harden pink peaks. He wanted to devour them whole. To taste them, to touch them without a barrier of cloth between them.
That voice in the back of his mind screamed at him again that this was wrong.
He once again tried to ignore it, but it was louder. It seemed the more he tried to ignore the voice, the louder it became.
She tugged more forcefully on his pants, pulling them down to where they caught on his hardened member. He swallowed a painful moan, finally listening to the voice and cursing himself for having morals. His hands went to hers, stopping her.
Her eyes widen as she looked up at him in surprise and longing.
He swallowed thickly, and furiously tried to remember why what he was doing was wrong. She was panting heavily, her chest moving in rapid motions. With amazing strength and willpower he shook his head. Panting heavily, he spoke, his voice raspy and dry;
"We…we can't…do this…Orihime…it isn't…right…" her surprise turned into confusion which quickly turned to embarrassment and hurt.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry Ichigo," she said, the hurt clearly in her voice. She turned to get from under him, her face burning bright red.
No, no. This isn't what he wanted. He forced her back down, pining her to his bed with his hands holding tightly to her upper arms, a growl emanating from the back of his throat. Her eyes widen, only partially in fear.
"Orihime listen," he said forcefully and low. "Don't mistake this as me not wanting you. God!" he released her shoulder, running his hands through his hair. "It's the exact opposite. If I was a lesser man, I would take you right here right now," he swallowed thickly, unable to meet her eyes. God this was embarrassing. But it needed to be done. He needed to get this off of his chest.
"I don't mind the fact that you don't have feelings…for me. I can live with that and still…sleep with you. Because frankly, having that much of you is better than having none of you…However," he sighed deeply, climbing off her and sitting on the edge of his bed. "I can't let you do that to yourself," he felt her sitting up, grabbing her (his) shirt and pulling it over her body. A piece of him was sad that that happened, but he ignored it.
"What do you mean?" her voice was small and full of emotion.
"You're not the type of person to use someone to make yourself feel better. No matter what you may think, I know that you're not that type of person. You don't have meaningless sex with whoever is willing. I know that you're not what everyone's been saying at school. And you shouldn't believe in what they're saying. They're just fucking assholes with nothing better to do." He turned to her and looked her in the eyes, seriously and pleading. Her breath hitched as something thick and sticky lodged itself in her throat.
"Ichigo…" she whispered, her chest began to hammer painfully.
"Orihime, you're a very special person, extraordinary, even. And to me, you mean a thousand times more than that. So if and when we do…whatever it is we were about to do…I want you to do it because you want to, not because you're trying to forget something." He looked her in her large grey orbs, searching for understanding.
A loud groan from their stomachs interrupted their thoughts. They hadn't had dinner that night and now they were both kind of starving.
Face burning brightly; they looked away from each other, clenching their stomachs. They were really hungry. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut.
"Are you hungry?" he rushed out. Not trusting her voice, she only nodded. He was able to capture the movement and stood up. "I'll go see what Yuzu prepared for breakfast," he said, walking to the door. His hand rested on the doorknob and he took a deep breath.
"Orihime," she looked to him, her face still red her heart thumping like a rabbit's tail. "I don't care how long it takes you to figure out your emotions. But I'm pretty sure that there's no one else out there for me…there's no one else out there like you…and I'm willing to wait however long it'll take…I'm prepared to wait for you," her eyes widen as her face burned fiercely. He quickly walked out of the room.
What in the hell was he thinking saying something that cheesy and lame! He's prepared to wait forever!? What is this? Some lame after school special?! God!
He ran his hand through his orange locks, tugging at them, his blush reaching his hairline.
His rep was in the slaughterhouse if Orihime ever decide to tell anyone how mushy he was acting. Scowling, he thumped downstairs to the kitchen, off to see what Yuzu made for breakfast.
Orihime sat on Ichigo's bed, letting his words submerged into her mind. The way he was talking…it was almost as if he…loved her. But that was ridiculous! He couldn't possibly love her…could he? She's been in love with him since she met him. But to even comprehend that he felt the same way…but that wasn't true…if she really looked, she would know that he did have some feelings for her.
When he kissed her at Tatsuki's party, that day he brought her home and the way he kissed her then, the fact that he was hurt when she was embarrassed to tell Ulquiorra that she'd been with him. All of the other little things and touches. Ichigo liked her, he really like her.
A balloon of happiness swelled within her chest, growing bigger and bigger until it burst with joy. Giggling she dove underneath his covers, wrapping herself in them. She was so entirely happy; it rolled off her in ways.
She felt like being silly and childish. She was happy and giddy and enormously relieved. He liked her he really, really liked her.
The window opened. She stilled, not sure if she actually heard it opened.
"IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP! ICHIGOOOOOOO!" her eyes widen, it was Ichigo's dad-
She didn't get a chance to finish her thought as she was forcefully and painfully kicked off of the bed and on to the ground.
"Ichigo, you feel softer," his dad commented.
A thunderous sound came barreling into the room. Orihime was seeing stars and splotches of black in her vision.
"YOU ASSHOLE! THAT'S ORIHIME!" Ichigo yelled at his father.
"Ichigo, shouldn't you be crumpled in your covers in pain?" his dad asked confused.
Ichigo ran to the slowly moving pile of blankets on his floor. He peeled them back revealing a daze Orihime.
"Oh my goodness! Orihime! I didn't know that was you! I'm completely sorry! Please forgive me! Masaki! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" Isshin cried dramatically.
"THIS WOULDN'T HAPPEN IF YOU WERE A NORMAL PERSON!" Ichigo shouted.
Orihime passed out.
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Tatsuki was frantic. She woke up as early as her body would let her, 6 am, and went to Orihime's apartment. She wasn't there. She's normally there on a Saturday morning. Unless she's sleeping over at someone's house, normally Tatsuki's, but sometimes Rangiku's. And given what that picture, she was probably at Rangiku's.
She wasn't. So she tried Momo's and she wasn't there either. She didn't stay long enough for anyone to play 20 questions as to why she was back in Karakura. She was frantic in her search for Orihime. She tried the park, the mall, the store, the creek. She was nowhere to be seen. However, she did see Renji grocery shopping with Principle Urahara. It was strange but she didn't dwell on it.
She was so worried; she rushed to Chad's house. He was extremely surprised to see her, and he looked a bit guilty. She had to stop being frantic for a minute to squeal over how cute he looked guilty. What? He looked adorable when he was caught between a rock and a hard place.
"Chad! I can't find Orihime anywhere! Do you have any idea where she's at? When's the last time you saw her? What's up with that picture?! I'm so worried? Where's Orihime?" her breathing was rapid and she paced back and forth in his living room, franticly.
He grabbed her shoulder and forced her to look at him. She was trying really hard to keep it together but it was a trying feat.
"She's okay," the gentle giant deep baritone voice resounded through her. Immediate relief swept through her like a storm.
"She's okay?" she said in a voice that was much too small and meek to be her own. He nodded, his chocolate brown hair swinging with the movement.
"She's at the Kurosaki clinic."
"WHAT?!"
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After a much reassuring that she was okay, Orihime was finally left alone to take a shower. She turned on the hot water and let it cascaded down her body, soaking her hair and plastering it to her forehead and her bare skin.
The world looked so bright today. There were numerous colors and sights that she hadn't seen before. She wondered where it all came from as she absently scrubbed her body with the soft soap. Her cheeks blazed as she remembered that not too long ago, Ichigo's very hands roamed her body. She remembered how his rough callused hands caressed her breast, how hot his large grip was on her arms. Her neck was still tender from his bites and bruising kisses. When she looked in the mirror earlier, she saw that her neck was covered in splotches of red.
She wanted to cover it up; she was a bit embarrassed as to what almost went down in Ichigo's home. In Ichigo's bed, when his family was still there! But she couldn't dwell on that for too long, because her mind would keep bringing up the fact that Ichigo liked her!
She couldn't believe it! The boy, who could have anyone, wanted her! Her, she was a broken mess of a girl, full of scars and an unbelievable amount of baggage. But he wanted her, and she was beyond thrilled! She was elated, invigorated, ecstatic, and over joyed.
She wanted to rush to him, tell him that she felt the same way. She wanted to hold on to him tightly and never let him go. She just wanted to…She couldn't describe what she wanted to do, she was just so incredibly happy!
She turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. On the uppermost part of her thighs, she saw the faint scars from years ago. Most of them were gone, but the ones from when she cut too deep, were still there.
She sighs.
I can never be intimate with anyone ever again. They will see my scars and they will know that I'm crazy. Ichigo will know that I'm crazy…
This realization caused a dark cloud on her sunny happiness. What would Ichigo think when he realizes that she isn't as sane as he think she is? Maybe he could feel her sluttiness and maybe he could look past her being weak, but could he really deal with someone who was as insane as her? Someone who was willing to put a metal blade to her skin and dig deep enough to draw blood? To carve her skin and leave scars? Even to her that sounded too much to handle, so why would a normal guy like Ichigo stick around to deal with that?
She knew what she had to do. She couldn't ask him to become a part of her craziness. He deserved to be with someone with less baggage. Someone who wouldn't snap and start slicing themselves up at the slightest provocation. He needed someone normal not crazy. He deserved better than her.
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Ichigo kept stealing glances at the Orange hair beauty as she silently walked beside him. He was walked her back to her home since his dad rebadged her hand. The clothes that she wore over there were clean so she currently wearing them instead of something of his. She still looked amazing in her own school uniform, but he still preferred her in his clothes instead. He missed seeing her in them.
She was lost in her own thoughts. She hadn't said more than 10 words to him since she came out of the shower. It seemed as though something heavy weighed on her mind. Maybe it was what he said earlier? Jesus he was such an asshole.
What was he thinking? Dropping that load on her earlier? She's probably in a difficult position, dealing with feelings of some ass which she didn't return! He didn't want to inconvenience her; he just didn't want her to do something that she would have regretted.
Maybe he should have just let her do it. That way they wouldn't have been all uncomfortable and crap!
"ORIHIME!" Ichigo eyes widen, Orihime stood to attention. Slowly, they both turned their heads. It couldn't be who he thought it was.
"ORIHIME! WHERE ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN!? I'VE SEARCHED EVERYWHERE FOR YOU! AND THEN I WENT TO THE KURSOSAKI CLINIC, YOU STILL WEREN'T THERE!" Tatsuki crashed into Orihime, pulling her in a ginormous bear hug. There were tears in the tough girl's eye. Both of the bright haired teens were astounded.
Orihime was stiff as a board, and then she sank into Tatsuki's hug, tears of her own escaping down her face.
"Oh God Tatsuki, you have no idea how much I've missed you," her voiced hitched as she cried.
"Orihime I was so worried about you! I knew I shouldn't have left!" Tatsuki cried. Neither of the girls seemed to be aware of Ichigo standing there.
"Tatsuki, Oh God Tatsuki! I-I really need help. I don't know if I can do this anymore…I didn't know how I was going to be able to survive next week. I-I missed you so much!"
"Orihime! You've been through so much! If I had any indication that something like this was going to happen, I swear I wouldn't have left! I can only imagine what you've been through this week! I swear, I'm going to find the asshole who did this and rip off his balls and feed it to dogs! I swear, I'll kill him!"
That sobered Orihime, she pulled away from her best friend, her eyes red with tears her nose pink. She sniffed, wiping her face with the back of her hand.
"Tatsuki," she looked her in her own tear stained eyes. She held Tatsuki's face in her own small, soft hands, and with the pad of her thumbs, she wiped the rare tears from her face. "How about some tea?"
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There was an intense, awkward silence amongst the three friends as Tatsuki served them tea in Orihime's apartment. Ichigo didn't know where to point his gaze. At the spiky, dark haired girl who should be half-way across the world, or the Orange haired girl, who's obviously hiding something.
Orihime on the other hand, was absolutely thrilled that Tatsuki was back. She was thrilled and worried. Why was her friend here? It wasn't possible that she lost, was it? But Tatsuki was the best there was, so the only way that she could have lost was if…
If Aizen did anything to cause her best friend to lose that match?! Their meeting tomorrow, she would have to settle this once and for all.
"So-"
"Tatsuki-"
"Orihime-"
They all spoke at once. A nervous laughter filled the small room. Orihime spoke first.
"Tatsuki, what are you doing here? What happened at the tournament?" concern was obvious in her voice.
"I received a…" she looked at Ichigo, unsure whether or not to disclose the information. She knew how Orihime felt about him and the last thing she wanted to do was embarrass her in front of him. "A very disturbing text about you and I had to come back to Karakura to see if you were alright. By the way where is your phone? I've called you at least a hundred times, literally." Orihime and Ichigo both looked surprised and shocked.
"You mean you got that picture of her…um…" he blushed. Tatsuki's eyes widen considerably.
"How do you know about the picture?" she demanded looking from him to her to see if a new budding relationship had occurred for Orihime to tell him about such a thing.
"…Everyone knows about that picture…it was widely distributed to the entire student body with a phone a few days ago." Orihime stated sadly, looking away and twirling her hair between her fingers. Ichigo made a move as if to comfort her, but he noticed Tatsuki watching him, so he restrained.
"Who would've done this to you?" Tatsuki asked horrified.
Orihime sighed. She knew that at some point and time that she would have to tell Tatsuki about Aizen. She hoped that she wouldn't ever have to tell her best friend about him. She hoped that he wouldn't have been a part of her life ever again. But like a horrendous tumor, Aizen kept reappearing, killing off bits and pieces of her. No matter where she went, he was there! Whether it was finding out who all of her friends were, her school information, even on Facebook! He was everywhere and he was relentless. He left her alone for a few years and she truly felt that it would be better.
But once again, like the malignant tumor that he was, he reappeared, destroying everything in sight, slowly decaying her insides, spreading all over the good aspects of her life and ruining it all.
She hated him. She hated him with a passion. She didn't know what Ulquiorra meant when he said that she was so full of love and purity, whenever she thought of Aizen, she only felt hatred and dirty.
She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.
"My mother was a prostitue who sold her body for drugs and money…"
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Uryu waited beside the sleeping girl all that day. It was a Saturday, so it wasn't as if he had school or anything. And it was much better than being home alone.
The girl took deep silent breaths, and she slept very peacefully.
She looked beautiful as she slept, he noted. Her thick black braid cascaded over her shoulder, her bangs were plastered to her forehead and her sicken coloring turned into a slightly feverish pink.
He touched her forehead. She wasn't too warm so she was okay.
There was a commotion outside her room. He turned to see a man covered in black face paint with a weird hat and odd clothing. He looks like he just came from some space convention or maybe, voodoo reading job.
From the clothing and face paint, that man could only be Mayuri Kurotsuchi, father of the sleeping beauty besides him.
He bursts in the door, despite the pleading cries of the nurses.
"Shut up will you! Nemu! Nemu! Get up you silly girl, you've put me way behind schedule!" he stalks over to the girl, annoyed and angry and begins to shake her. Uryu eyes light with a furious fire at the crazed man shaking his sleeping daughter. He moves and swipe Mayuri's hands away from her.
"Are you an imbecile? Can't you see that she's unwell? Otherwise, why would she be in a hospital bed?" he stated in a cold fury, trying his hardest not to raise his voice. Mayuri looks at him, his head slightly tilted to the side. Between the face paint and the weird golden colored eyes, his appearance unsettled Uryu.
"You're Ryuken's boy. I can tell by the obvious resemblance. Regardless of your relation, you aren't in a position to tell me what I can and cannot do with my daughter. She isn't sick, for one, she's just a lazy, stupid girl who's put me way behind schedule!" he says distastefully. He turns to the girl, reaching to grab her again. Uryu, moved slightly so that he blocked him. A questioning and curious look sparked in his Mayuri's eyes.
"Move child, I have no need or use for you. Although, your need to prevent me from attaining my daughter is pretty interesting, pray tell, why are you doing this?"
"Because she is sick and she needs rest. A person like you are incapable of understanding other people needs and desires, but if you could for once in your life not think about yourself and instead think of the wellbeing of your daughter, you would know that she needs to rest and regain her strength. Before you go on and continue to work her like she's some sort of everlasting ox," a dangerous smile overcame Mayuri's face, an evil glint in his eyes.
He grabbed Uryu's shirt collar and pulled him close. Uryu let a startled gasp escape him.
"My oh my, what a fierce little child you are. Pre-haps you should take Nemu place in my experimentation that I need to perform. Nothing to horrid, just a few series of invasive procedures,"
"Kurotsuchi you will take you hand off my son or I swear you will lose it," a voice stated colder than carbon dioxide.
Both Uryu and Mayuri turned towards Ryuken. Uryu had never seen his father looked so angry and fierce. Although his face was calm, his eyes held all of the fire of the nine dimensions of hell.
"Kurotsuchi, you're hand has yet to move." A series of different emotions crossed Mayuri's face. But it settled on interest as he released Uryu. "The patient will leave on her own accord, however, you will leave right now Kurotsuchi, and if you plan on living to fulfill your experiments, you will do well to stay away from here and from my son."
"Interesting on how protective one could be towards their child. I don't quite understand the paternal bond. There was no bonding period between the father and child as there were between mother and child. Yet there it is, right in front of my eyes. The violent nature that one has when he suspect that his young is injured or in danger. I have to say it very interesting. You're given me a whole new insight on the paternal nature of a human being and I would have to observe more. But for now I will abide by your request and take my leave," he moved slowly out of the room, keeping his eyes on the father and son with obvious interest.
"I wonder if the bond is the same the other way around. If the son will feel such protectiveness of the father. I guess it would have to be something that I experiment with," he left the two men. On their own and left the hospital room.
Uryu stared at his father, trying to hide the rainbow of emotions that fought to surface.
His father just…protected him…from Mayuri. It wasn't as if he couldn't do it himself, but the fact that his father threated to dismember the crazed man arm and once more, threatened to end his life…
…it made Uryu feels like his father actually and truly…cared about him.
"Are you okay?" Ryuken asked him, his voice back to its normal tone, his eyes, not holding hostilities anymore.
"Yeah…I'm fine,"
Dad.
!
Both Ichigo and Tatsuki stared in horror as Orihime recounted the days of her youth. How her father was an abusive alcoholic, how her mother was a strung out prostitute, how they both argue and beat Sora and sometimes her when they found her. How Sora studied really hard to get a scholarship to a school in America so that they could leave home. Meeting Aizen, doing the things that she done. Him, blackmailing her into exposing herself. Her friends and school chums ridiculing her, making her an outcast. How her best friend was the one first person to distribute the pictures to everyone on the class. Moving to a new school and making new friends, only for Aizen to find her once again bully her into taking her clothes off for him, and four months later for those pictures to appear as a profile picture of some made up kid's Facebook. At that school, the kids were much crueler. The boys and girls pinned her down while she was walking home and cut off all of her hair.
She clearly remembers her orange locks falling one by one on the ground in jagged, uneven locks. Sora was upset and demanded to know who cut her hair. She just stated that it was her, he didn't believe her. But it didn't matter. It was her fault anyway. She couldn't believe that she took those pictures once before, but a second time? That was even dumber than the first time. She knew that she couldn't trust a word he said.
He kept calling her and calling her, taunting and teasing and humiliating her further.
When her hair was cut, Sora moved her again. But the damage was done, those pills she took cur her depression weren't making anything any better. So she tried drinking bleach to kill herself. It burned horribly. It was like drinking acid, blood and sores formed in her mouth, she began to choke, it went up into her nose and it was all she could smell, her throat began to close as she coughed and vomited blood and chucks of foods. Everything was pink and smelled of bleach. Her body convulsed painfully, white light and stars dotted her vision. She fell into the putrid mess of bloody vomit and bleach. She couldn't breathe, and her insides were burnings as if they were on fire.
Her brother made it in time to take her to the hospital. She was in there for a few weeks on suicide watch. When they felt that she was okay, they released her.
She made the mistake of going on Facebook and checking her old profile. There were thousands of messages stating that she should kill herself, and that she should do it right. Giving her tips and advice on how to kill herself the right way and offers to help her kill herself. There were a few pictures of bleach and of dead animals that were ran over by cars.
Once again at her new school she was bullied and shunned, but not for the pictures, it was because she had tried to kill herself and they all treated her like a freak and openly made fun of her and the way she spoke, because the sores and damage she did to her insides with the bleach wasn't healed yet.
She told them about Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. Ichigo seemed particularly upset with Ulquiorra's hand in her pain but he said nothing. She told them how she tried to overdose on her anti-depressants and alcohol. It made her really sleepy and it was a much better way to go than the bleach. She couldn't ever stand to be around bleach ever again. The very smell made her sick to her stomach and she felt the urge to vomit painfully when she was around it. After her second failed attempt at death, she began cutting herself to relieve herself the worst of her painful days. It helped a lot. She was able to not think of all the ridicule and whispers and angry remarks and pictures. Cutting herself made it all go away. She didn't have to shed anymore tears; her blood was much more effective. It released the tight pressure she would feel in her chest.
The deeper the cut the better she felt. It was unhealthy, she knew it was, but it felt too good for her to stop, so she continued.
She told them of her brother's accident and how she tried to kill herself again by slitting her wrists. She showed the, the markings. She did well by hiding them by covering it with makeup and long sleeves. Tatsuki knew of them of course because she had them when she met her.
When she finished telling her story, it was like an incredible weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Her friends knew her story. They knew her terrible past. Now, she only worried that they would reject her, think of her as insane and run far, far away from her. She could accept that, she was insane but she was getting better now.
She hesitated as she glanced at them.
Tatsuki's eyes were full of sadness and compassion, but not pity nor disgust. Orihime closed her eyes as a few tears escaped. She glanced at Ichigo, it seemed as though he was battling between anger and concern, anger clearly winning.
"I want to find this bastard…and tear him limb from limb…I want to find all of them…every single last asshole…and kill them all…"he said darkly, his voice shaking with rage.
"No…I don't want you guys to ever have to meet him. He truly is a monster, a horrible, horrible monster. But I will meet with him tomorrow and-"
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!" Ichigo yelled at her. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at him. Ichigo has never yelled at her before, she was unsure at this new development. "This asshole has followed you around…convinced you to…undress in front of him…spread your pictures around the internet and made your life a living hell and you want to go and talk with him? THAT'S FUCKING NUTS AND IT'S NOT HAPPENING!" he yelled.
"But Ichigo, I have to-"
"I'm sorry Orihime but I agree with Ichigo, you're not going to see that sadistic bastard. What could you possibly have to say to him that you haven't already? We need to do something about him that's for sure, but you should stay at least a thousand feet away from him. He's not safe to be around," Tatsuki stated.
"But you guys don't understand,"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THERE TO UNDERSTAND?!" Ichigo stood and was now furiously pacing her living room. His anger was beginning to smother them as it filled the space. "He's a fucking creep, he keeps harassing you, and you need to stay the fuck away from him! It's as simple as that!"
"No, it's not. I have to…to talk to him…to have him leave me alone. I need to do this!" she pleaded with them. They both shook their heads.
"Orihime, under no circumstances are you to go and meet with that…pedophile!" Tatsuki exclaimed. Her phone chirped. She answered it, leaving the living room. It was just Orihime and a very pissed Ichigo.
"…Ichigo please…I have to do this.
"No way Orihime, I absolutely cannot let you anywhere near that asshole. I swear when I see him, I will kill him and I don't care what I have to do to keep you as far away as possible from that piece of shit!"
"Ichigo please listen! I have to protect myself from his continued abuse, and I know that if I talk to him again that he'll listen this time." He advanced to her, staring into her wide grey eyes.
"I WILL PROTECT YOU!" his eyes were an incredible shade of amber as his fierce determination brightly shined through them. "I. will. Protect. You." He uttered every single word clearly, conveying his message. "I will protect you from everything. From Aizen, from douche bags, from your parents, from drunken men at the bar. I will even protect you from yourself."
"Wha…Ichigo…"she was having difficulties breathing. Her heart was beating erratically, blood was pulsating through her ears, yet she could hear him clearly.
"I will protect you from everything, because you are the most important thing to me in this entire world..."
"…Ichigo…"
"…Because I love you…"
Does this make up for my transgressions?