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"…Because I love you…"
Because I love you
Because I love you
I love you
I
Love
You
"Um guys…" Tatsuki interrupted their insanely intimate moment. Ichigo continued to stare at Orihime, his heart beating wildly. There. He'd said it. He told her he loved her, and there was nothing he could do to take it back. Not that he would want to. But after hearing everything that she had to say, hearing her story, learning of the reasons why she went through great lengths to harm herself, her pain…her suffering…it only made him love her more. So much more that he was unable to keep it hidden.
He loved her and now she knew it.
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Orihime looked away from Ichigo to Tatsuki. She couldn't take his heated gaze anymore.
"Oh…um…um…why?" she was trying to gather her thoughts but the only thing she could hear was Ichigo's confession.
Because I love you
"My parents said that the tournament official is at home to speak with me about my last match. I should go…" she could clearly see that something was going on between the two of them and it was a good thing that she was leaving.
"Oh…okay…I…I'll walk you out," Orihime stated, her voice was a bit shaky. She hazards a glance at Ichigo and he was still staring at her with that piercing gaze. She looked away towards Tatsuki, scrambling up.
They stepped outside to the stairs and stared over the balcony. It was quiet for a while.
"Orihime…seriously…don't go meet that man. I know you and I know what you think is best. But it's not…he's dangerous and the last thing I would want is for you to get hurt again…please don't go see him," she looked her in the eyes, her stare both pleading and demanding all at once. Orihime swallowed thickly and looked away. She couldn't promise her friends that she wouldn't go see Aizen. They didn't understand. She HAS to do this. If not, he would ruin her life forever until he broke her. He was the constant parasite in her life that kept feeding off her misery and soul whenever he gained a chance. She wouldn't allow for him to do that anymore. She was going to meet with Aizen tomorrow, regardless of what her friends has to say about it.
"Okay Tatsuki…maybe tomorrow we could go shopping? You can tell me all about your time across seas," Orihime said hopefully, trying to distract her best friend from the fact that she didn't actually agree to not see Aizen.
Tatsuki squints her eyes at her best friend, not sure if she was actually conceding or if she was just trying to get her to not talk about it anymore. Slowly she nodded, not uttering a single sound. She knew Orihime. She would probably try to escape and go see that bastard anyway. Maybe she could wake up early before Orihime and follow her that way she wouldn't face that bastard alone. Her phone rang again, startling both of the girls.
It was her mother again.
"Hello,"
"Tatsuki, where are you? You should have been here a long time ago!" her mother scolded.
"Mom, I'm just at Orihime's and beside you only called me like five minutes ago-"
"Tatsuki! Don't you sass me young lady! It is imperative that you come home this instant! Bring Orihime with you if you want to. I wanted to talk to her anyway. What's all this nonsense about her taking provocative photos and distributing them around school? That can't be the girl that I know! I want to know what's going on to. In fact I bet she's in need of a nice home cooked meal!"
Tatsuki pulled her ear away from her mother's incessant ramblings, a headache beginning to from on the outer edges of her head. She looked to Orihime who could, most likely, hear her mother's voice, if not the words themselves. She offered her a small smile.
"Go on home Tatsuki, I will see you tomorrow. Besides, it's rude of me to leave Ichigo in there for too long." She moved to her friend and enveloped her in a giant bear hug, squeezing her tightly, hesitantly, she released her and step back into her apartment.
Tatsuki just stared, feeling tears form in the back of her eyes and something thick lodge itself in her throat. Distantly she heard her mother rambling in the background. She sighed, forcing the tears back and slowly walk down the stairs, listening to her mother's voice.
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Orihime walked back into her apartment, but she refused to look Ichigo on in the eyes. She was still reeling over the fact that he just confessed to her. And it wasn't that he said he he'd love her. He said he'd love her after hearing all of her shameful and deceitful past. After learning she messed up, psychotic, suicidal past. After hearing her slutty, foolish, dishonorable past. He still loved her despite all of that. None of it ran him off, none of that turned him off from her. He still loved her despite all of that and she wasn't sure how to handle that.
For years that's all she has ever wanted. For someone, anyone, to accept her and not be horrified by her past. To not hate her and judge her on what she tried so hard to run away from. And to be honest, she was terrified.
Deep within her soul, she was terrified. It was like she didn't deserve any of this; she wasn't deserving of anyone's love and compassion and understanding. She was tainted, and those around her would be tainted by association. Ichigo and Tatsuki and all of her friends were bright and they had bright futures ahead of them. They didn't need her to mess it up for them. Ichigo didn't deserve someone like her. And she most definitely didn't deserve someone like him.
She pushed herself off the door and made her way to the kitchen for some more tea, maybe something a bit harder if she had it. She looked through the cabinets, breathing heavily. She was surprised when she felt something cold and wet falling down her face. It was tears. She was crying.
She bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to hold them back, but it seems to only fuel the flame that was already there. Her mangled heart gave a great heave as she took a deep powerful, soul crushing breath coursed through her body. Her knees gave out, buckling under the pressure, she crashed to the floor. However, instead of feeling the cool tile of her kitchen floor, she felt the warm, strong arms of Ichigo wrapping around her and crushing her to his chest as he lifted her up from the ground and carried her back into the living room.
She cried helplessly into her warm inviting chest, her hand clutching the soft cotton material of his shirt tightly. She was so desperately tired of it all. She was tired of fighting with Aizen, she was tired of second guessing everything she's ever done in her life, she was tired of her emotions being swirled in an emotional gumbo, and she was tired of being confused and being sad. She was tired of hurting people and in turn hurting herself. She was just so damn tired of living. It was exhausting and too all consuming. She was just tired of everything. She wasn't even sure if her life was even worth fighting for anymore. Maybe she shouldn't go and see Aizen. Maybe she should just let him continue to torment her and just accept her fate for what it was. Maybe she should just give up and be broken like he wants her. Just go to him and surrender.
She felt Ichigo stroke her back in a tender and comforting fashion as she sobbed into her shirt, thoroughly soaking it with her tears. Dear God, more than anything she was so sick and tired of crying. It seemed as though a day couldn't go by without her sheading any tears. She was so tired of crying. She felt Ichigo plant soft kisses in her hair, trying to soothe her. The crazy thing is that it actually worked. She felt her tears began to subside, and her heart began to mend. Her fears and irrational thoughts began to cease and desist. Soon, the sobs that wrecked though her body dissipated into quiet tears.
It felt like she was in his warm, secure arms forever. Her heart and soul felt at peace, a solace that she was sure that was forever lost to her. It felt so…right to be there, in his arms. Protecting her from any harm that could come to her, from any hurt or ache, any sorrow or pain. She loved being right here. Right in this spot, his arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her against him, shielding her from the cruelties of the outside world.
"…Ori…Orihime..." he took a deep breath and she tensed at what he was about to say. The last thing she wanted was for him to leave her. She knew it was selfish to ask, but she didn't want to be alone right now, she wanted him to stay and comfort her through the night while she gathered the strength and courage to face Aizen tomorrow. But then again, if he stayed, he would be able to prevent her from going to see Aizen, and she would miss out on her chance to get him to stay away from her forever most likey. She wasn't sure, she didn't know how Aizen would react her chickening out from her meeting with him.
"Orihime…I…I didn't say what I said to hear you say it back…I…I said it because I couldn't hold it in anymore. I just wanted you to know that I love you. I don't need anything in return. I don't need to hear it from you, I don't need for you to accept my feelings, I don't need to feel obligated to do anything for me. It's just an enormous relief that you know how I feel; I don't have to hide it anymore. I love you pure and simple.
"I love your grief, your happiness, your pain, your joy. I love your failures and success; I love your body, your hair, your heart and your mind. I can't think of one thing that I don't love about you…you are…everything to me…somehow…when I wasn't aware of it…you stole my heart and I can't think of better keeper…" he spoke softly, so soft in fact, that if she wasn't nestled right under his chin she was sure she wouldn't have heard anything.
But she did hear she heard his words, she felt his heart beating calmly in his chest while her own beat erratically. Blood rushed to her face, coating it red as she blushed furiously at Ichigo's words. Cheesy as they were, she couldn't help but feel them echo in her own soul. She loved this brooding, temperamental orange haired boy. She loved his ever present scowl, and his rare gentle smile. She loved his husky voice and his invasive nature. She loved his rough and harsh personality and his violent tendencies. His protective nature and his hero complex. She loved everything about him and it was only now, right at this moment that she realizes that Ulquiorra was right. She didn't love him like she loved Ichigo, for what she felt for Ichigo went far deeper than what she'd ever felt for Ulquiorra, far deeper than what she could ever feel for Ulquiorra.
She pulled back a little from Ichigo and stared into his chocolaty brown eyes, seeing all of the love and devotion that poured out.
Unsure of who moved first, both parties weren't surprise to find each other's lips crushed against one another with a bruising force. Ichigo hands went to her face, tightly griping her hair as he pressed her tighter against his face, opening her mouth with his and forcefully spooning her tongue with his. He devoured her with a vengeance, pulling her hair, tugging her head backwards, deepening the kiss, drinking her, basking in the glow that was her hungry kiss. The need for air soon arrived, and he released her lips, kissing and nipping the skin along her jawline to the lobe of her ear. Consuming the entire lobe in his mouth, he grazed it sharply with his teeth, causing her to cry out in pain coupled with pleasure as she shivered from the sensation.
She gripped his shirt tighter, her knuckles burning with the exertion, she didn't care. Whatever he was doing to her ear lobe she felt it completely in her nether regions. A moan full of need and desire bubbled up from her throat and she panted heavily from the lack of oxygen. Her nerves were being completely destroyed from the constant and ever changing sensations that radiated from her ear down towards her nether region. She shifted, pulling her ear away from Ichigo, he glowered at her. Ignoring his look, she straddled his lap, her knees digging into the cushions of the couch, she wove her fingers, tightly into his hair, pulling his head back in a fashion very similar to the way he did to her and covered his mouth with her own. Dominating him, snaking her small pink tongue past his teeth, moving it against his. One of her hands released his orange lock, letting it slide down his face; her nails lightly slide down his neck, causing a very obvious reaction, and lingered on his hard chest.
She released his mouth, taking his lower lip; she sucked on it for a bit before releasing it with a small nip with her canines. Not leaving him with enough time to be stunned, she went to work on his neck; she grabbed the thin skin between her teeth with tiny sharp nip, and then treated the offended skin with small wet licks and kisses. Ichigo head flew back, his eyes closed tightly, as the beauty went to town on his neck. A groan escaped him, as his hands trailed down her curvaceous body to her hips and he tightly gripped the flesh there, loving the soft, cushiony feel of her thighs.
His pants were impossibly tight, and the fact that she was rocking against him in her short uniform skirt, her sex clearly touching his, the only barrier being his stupid pants and her entirely too infuriating underwear.
Orihime released a loud moan, tossing her head back; unaware that she slowly grinding against Ichigo's hard on, causing the young teen the best pain he'd ever had in his young life. He brought his lips to her exposed neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh, making his way to her lightly exposed mounds. She released a moan and tried to pull his face back to hers, but he growled, not lifting his face way from creamy white mounds. She stops moving, scared and greatly turned on. When she stopped moving she noticed that she was grinding up against him, her sex throbbed painfully from the abrupt lack of movement. Her head was spinning in all different direction, her breath were short and erratic.
His hand traveled from one of her thighs to her back, pressing her body closer against his mouth. Her clothes were too constricting. His hands went to her white button down school shirt. He ripped it open, the white buttons flying everywhere. She mourned the loss of her shirt briefly, as his hot calloused hands caressed her warm torso, moving around towards her back to unclasp her bra, releasing her large breasts. He allowed her to recapture his lips in a fiery kiss, one of his hands palmed her breast the other snaked up her back to wove his hand in her long dangling locks pressing her head closers to his, taking control of the kiss.
Her hands moved to his edges of his shirt and she lifted it, her nails lightly scraping his abdomen, he made a sound that was caught between growl and a groan. He broke to kiss for a second to help her take off his shirt. She was only given a brief moment to marvel at his wondrous, Adonis-like sculpted body before he recaptured her deliciously plump lips.
He tightened his arms around the beautiful temptress and lifted her off the couch. She wrapped her legs tightly around his torso, and grabbed his face pouring her into the kiss, the feeling of weightlessness arousing her, causing her already wet sex to increase in heat and moisture.
Ichigo stumbled along the living room, trying to find his way to the bedroom. They crashed into the wall, a giggle escaped her, Ichigo growled, irritated at his stumble, he pressed her against, grinding against her, she moaned loudly but it was swallowed by Ichigo. He kissed her chin all the way till he was back down to her breast. Her hands scraped the skin all over his back, making its way down to the edges of his pants. She made her way to the front of the pants and fumbled with the belt and buckle. Sensing her mission, Ichigo pulled away from her, and help her relieve him of his pants. They fell down to his ankles, along with his boxers and he returned his attention back to her, his member hard and red and wanting for release.
She felt a deep ache and need gather painfully so at her crotch, she whined slightly, she was wounded tighter then a spring coil. She reached down and grabbed his throbbing red member tightly, and began to stroke it. Ichigo groaned loudly, as her small hand tightly grasped his member and pumped him with long vicious strokes. She fingered the top of his member and slid her hand down to the base of his shaft in long hard strokes.
Ichigo snatched her hand away from him. She looked up startled and confused, lust coating her eyes. He covered in her mouth, his hands went to her hips, and yanked her skirt, along with her underwear down. It fell to the floor heavily, her cavern was hot and dripping wet. He lifted her up and pinned her to the wall, spreading her legs on either side of him, he looked to her for confirmation that she wanted this. She nodded vehemently. Never had she wanted something so bad in her entire life.
He hesitated, a moment of clarity washed through his mind, he wasn't sure if he should do this. He was so caught up in the lust, in her body, her scent that permeated the air the moment her underwear slid from her body, he wasn't sure if he was taking advantage of her or not. The look in her eyes begged him to finish what they started, the feeling in his core told him to thrust into her waiting cavern and continue to do so until she was unable to move the next morning.
It turns out, he didn't have a choice, she wiggled and shifted against the wall and his grasp until her hot, wet entranced brushed against his impossibly hard member and he lost all control and rational thought. He moved into her, she stilled, taking all of his hardened length into her. He filled her in ways that was unimaginable, he stretched her beyond what she could fathom was her limit and continued to do so. She cried out in agony and ecstasy as he slowly inserted himself into her. Her entire being shuddered, she couldn't move, it felt too much to move.
The only sound that could be heard was the two's heavy breathing. Neither of them moved, Ichigo was letting her become accustomed to him and he used all of the will power he had not to pump into her without care or regard to her being. He knew he was being careless and irresponsible by not using protection. The last thing he wanted to do was further mess up Orihime's life by getting her pregnant, but being inside of this impossibly tight beauty was too much information for his young teenaged mind to comprehend all at once. Although she was incredibly wet, she was so tight he still met a bit of resistance when he entered her.
After what felt like forever, he began to move in her. He pulled himself all of the way out of her, but before she could cry about the absence, he shoved himself fully into her, slicing through whatever thought that she had, was having and could have possibly had in the future. She cried out, surprised, but was unable to complete it as he performed the motion again. She threw her head back, her nails digging painfully into his skin as she clenched her muscles around him. He grunted at the sensation, but continued to pull out and thrust into her was the force of a wrecking ball. The friction of his action has set the bundle of nerves at her peak on fire, thus in turn, setting her entire being on fire. She cried out multiple times, never saying anything that was even remotely human like as he began to increase his pace and stop pulling out of her entirely.
She felt herself being wound tighter and tighter, pleasure coursing through her veins, and her body bouncing with his ministrations. Her mews were the most beautiful music to his ears. The became louder and louder the harder he moved against her, her nails dug deeply into his back, he felt himself building up higher and higher, and he didn't think it was possible, but he became even harder with every thrust he pumped into the girl.
Orihime didn't know it was possible for her to feel this way. She felt herself going to highs that she didn't know was possible. She felt that coil tighten closer and closer. She could feel that searing white light just beyond the horizon. He began to move fast and faster, moving harder, his hands clenching her thighs so tight it would have been painful if she was able to recognize any other sensation at the moment. She cried out loud, a strange animalistic sound gurgling up from her mouth. She could feel her orgasm building up, it was almost there, and it was within her grasp.
A white, powerful blinding light encompassed her entire being, as the painful, pleasurable waves overtook her mind. Every single last one of her muscles clenched tightly as she stilled. Ichigo could fell her orgasm all over him, coating both of their sexes entirely. Her already tighten muscles clenched around his member in a most delicious way before coating him in her most delicious sticky fluids. He was happy that she was able to get off; however, he was nowhere near done with her yet.
She was sluggish and fatigued, her muscles were like jelly and she could move them to save her life. Both of their bodies were covered in sweat and filth, he pushed the hair from her face and planted soft sweet kisses along her forehead, eyes and cheeks. Her breath was heavy and labored. He lifted her from the wall, her legs still wrapped tightly around him. She noticed that he was still inside her and that he was still hard. He hadn't come.
He entered her room and laid her down on the pink comforter, on the edge of the bed, gently pulling out of her. She looks at him questioningly, feeling guilty about her own orgasm and him not having his. Ignoring her look, he spread her legs apart and began kissing a trail down from the valley of her breast to the apex of her legs. She felt that familiar pull in her core, as she began to heat up once more. Her crotch aches in a good way. Her mind raced, she wasn't sure if she could handle another orgasm.
Ichigo made it down to her dripping center and paused, looking her directly in the eye with an evil glint in his own chocolate brown orbs. Her cavern was glistening and red from the previous ministrations, and in all honesty it was sore from not being used to Ichigos member.
She was shell shocked for all of a minute when he put his mouth on her entrance and began to lap up her juices. She was shocked and embarrassed but couldn't focus on those emotions long enough to be bothered by them. The long careful stoked his tongue on the outer edges of her lips careful not to touch her clitoris. She groans loudly, her hands unconsciously went up to massage her breasts, kneading them roughly, the attentions the passage much too powerful for her to comprehend. Her moans became louder as Ichigo moved closer and closer to her clit. He touched it softly with the tip of his tongue and cried out. She began to gyrate under his ministrations and he licked and sucked the harden bundle of nerves at her center, flicking in and out of her vaginal hole. She writhes with pleasure, her hands abusing her breast as she cried out and grounded herself against Ichigo's face.
He growled and placed his hands forcefully on her hips to hold her in place and halt her movement as he devoured her crotch. Burying his nose in her and breathed in her delicious aroma. She became wetter that she was the first time. He peeled his face away from her crotch, and climbed atop her, kissing her deeply, forcing her to taste herself on his lips. So enthralled in the throes of passion, she was unable to acknowledge the scandal of it all. She wrapped her arms around him, knotting her fingers in his hair, her inner coil wounded painfully tight.
She was ready and waiting went Ichigo penetrated her this time. Not waiting to get accustomed to him, she began to grind against him in a most furious manner, gyrating her hips in tune with his own gyrations, clenching tightly around his hardened member, making it nearly impossible for him to pull out. He grunted and groaned loudly with her effort and pace. She locked her legs around his waist, enabling for him to go deeper and deeps, she bit his neck to silence her own cries and mews and grounded harder against him. He cried out, feeling his orgasm coming much earlier than he anticipated. He didn't want that he wanted to wait until she was-
She cried out loudly, her muscles clenching tightly against his as for the second time that night her hot sticky warm fluids coated him, her nails digging deeply into his back.
He trusted inside of her for, prolonging her orgasm, as she shuddered painfully. It wasn't until hers ended that he had his own. Rope by thick sticky rope, he came gushing into her, he still as he felt the overflow of their juices flow out of her, hot and sticky. He felt himself become lip and soft inside of her. He saw black spots dot his vision as he head became incredibly heavy, and it became impossible to keep his eyes open.
As he drifted in and out of consciousness, the last thing he heard was Orihime's breathy 'I love you too, Ichigo', as both love struck teens drifted away into unconsciousness.
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Uryu woke up with a start; he could feel someone's eyes on him. He looked around, confused as to where he was at the current moment. He realized that he was still in the hospital, siting in the world's most uncomfortable chair besides Nemu Kurotsuchi. He looked to her and was shocked to see that she was awoke and staring at him with wide curious eyes.
He ran his hands through his hair, messing up the perfectly done black locks in a gesture he prides himself on never doing. But he was astounded right now, he hadn't expected to fall asleep here in the hospital with so much to do, and he hadn't anticipated the girl to wake up and stare at him.
"You're awake," he stated obviously. She stared at him a bit more before nodding in agreement with him. She didn't utter a sound. "I had found you not too far away from your home, collapsed on the ground. You were running a pretty high fever and you were kind of out of it. I brought you here to my dad's hospital. You were dehydrated and exhausted. You were asleep for all of yesterday and most of today. Right now you are on a saline solution to keep you hydrated and you were given something for pain, don't worry, it wasn't morphine I don' t think. Are you in any pain right now?" he asked concerned for her. She shook her head, her long ebony hair swishing about her shoulders.
Uryu noted how beautiful she looked with her hair down.
"…Thank you," she said softly, her green eyes shining brightly in the night. He looked at her, wanting to get up and hold her hands and pull her into an embrace. But that was a foolish thought for him to have. He shook his head to empty himself of the strange thoughts.
"Don't worry about it…your father came earlier. He tried to take you out of here, but I think its best that you stay for a few more days until you gather your strength back…you shouldn't go back to him at all…he's nuts. You were sick and unconscious and he tried to force you to wake up and help him with his dumb experiments." He said with disgust. To his utter surprise, she looked down with a soft and gentle smile on her face.
"That sounds like father…It's my fault anyway. I should have been taking the medicines to keep my health in order. I forgot for a few days and this is what happens. Please don't blame my father for my transgressions. I 'm sure he was only worried about me," she said softly a tear escaping the corner of her eye. Uryu was at her side in an instant, unsure of what to do, he petted her hair.
"It wasn't your father. No child should ever have to apologize for their parents. I don't understand…why you let him treat you this way…as if you were nothing more than a mere puppet for him to toy with and experiment on. You are a human being, you deserve more than that."
"He is my father…he is all that I have…I am all that he has," she spoke so quietly, her voice was barely above a whisper.
"If you are all that each other have than he shouldn't treat you as if you're replaceable…and you shouldn't let him…" it was quiet for a long minute as she mulled over Uryu's words.
"It's not as if he wants to hurt me…" she mumbled, more to herself than to Uryu.
"I think…that…if you really loved your father and if he really loved you in return then he would stop treating you as if you were an experiment and start treating you like a daughter. Because if his experiments go too far and you get hurt or worse in the process, then your father would really be alone,"
Uryu was surprised to see tears in the young girl's eyes as she looked to him.
"What should I do?"
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Rukia was absolutely livid with anger. She went to Ichigo's house only to find that he wasn't there he'd went to walk that slut Orihime home. HOURS AGO! Oh she just knew that that orange haired bitch just wanted to steal her boyfriend away from her ever since she stepped foot inside that school. She knew that she would be all over his cock the second they weren't together! The WHORE!
No matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried, the orange haired bitch just kept on ruining her life! She couldn't stand her! Why couldn't she just die already!
She stormed into her house and up the stairs. She wanted to pull her hair out in frustration at the insolent wench! She hated her, she hated her fucking guts! She wanted to scream out to the heavens that that bitch wasn't who she appeared to be! She was a slut, a good for nothing whore who destroy lives and kills every single thing that she touches! She hated her to depths of hell she hated the filthy girl!
She swung the door opened to her room and stopped mid-fury when she saw her brother sitting in the area of her great bay window. His long black hair in a low pony tail, his black, tailored Armani suit following the shape and contours of his body, making him all of the supermodel that he held the potential to be…his blue eyes, however, held all of the contempt and disappointment in the world.
"B..Big brother…what are you doing in my room" she asked quietly, fearing for the answer.
"Rukia it has come to my attention that your activities of late have been less than honorable. Sources tell me that the younger Inoue attends your school. That is true yes?" she contemplated lying to her brother but it was obvious that he knew the truth, just how much truth he knew she wasn't sure. But if the feeling in her gut was any indication of how much he knew, she shouldn't bother trying to hide anything from him.
"Yes sir, she is in my class and has been since she arrived to Karakura two years ago."
"I understand that some inappropriate pictures of her have been circulating the students of the school phone recently. With publicity as bad as this I can understand that her life at the school must be difficult and trying. Coupled with the rumors that have been started about her and Kurosaki…and you," he glared at her, pining her to the spot with his icy stare.
"Yes sir…there are rumor circulating that she stolen him from me…but the rumors are founded big brother. She kissed him at a party and she hasn't left him alone since. She's all he ever seems concerned about and he didn't even care that he broke my heart. She's the only thing that's been on his mind she came here-"
"Do you even hear yourself Rukia? You sound absolutely pathetic. Fawning over a boy who obviously doesn't want you. I thought I taught you to have more pride and self-worth than this."
"But big brother, SHE TOOK HISANA FROM US!" Rukia called out.
"RUKIA!" her brother glared at her with a ferocity that she has never seen before. She cowered within herself, scared of her big brother.
"How many times do I have to tell you that no one is to blame for what happened to Hisana. It was just her time to go, how many times do I have to tell you that! Yes we lost Hisana, but that girl lost her brother as well and I'm sure she felt his lost just as we felt Hisana lost. You can't go around making this girls life hell just because you feel some unwarranted injustice against what happened to Hisana."
Rukia felt her eyes burned with unshed tears. She couldn't believe that her brother was defending her. That slut of all people. She hated her. She hated Orihime Inoue…she was glad that her brother died, she wished that she would have died with him. Orihime always ruining her life. She was always hurting her. For once she wanted to hurt her back, but her big brother…
"Rukia, you are to leave this girl alone, are we understood?" he said, towering over her, making her feel small and insignificant.
"…yes sir."
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Orihime stood outside the Asuka hotel. The hotel was large in size, 64 floors high. The higher the floors, the larger and more elaborate the rooms were. It was surrounded by a forest like area, separating the hotel from the rest of Karakura. There was a creek just beyond the short forest that leads to the Onose River. The morning was gray and windy. She sincerely regretted wearing the short white flower print ruffle dress that fell a few inches above her knees. She pulled the brown cardigan tighter around her body shuddering, her orange ponytail flew wildly in the wind, a few strand whipped about her face.
She was here. She was ready. After today Aizen would no longer be a problem of hers. She was certain. She could feel it in her gut that today would change everything. After today, everything would be smooth sailing.
She walked towards the hotel, slightly unnerved by the lack of people there seem to be on a Sunday morning. Well, it was a Sunday morning after all. Most people tend to still be in bed at this time. She smiled brightly as she thought of the beautiful orange haired boy that was still wrapped in her pink covers, snoring lightly.
Last night was the most amazing night of her entire life. Never could she have imagined Ichigo to be such the sexual deviant. She blushed brightly, fighting the large grin the threaten to consume her entire face. As she walked past the concierge to the elevators, pressing the up button and waited as the large golden elevator made slow decent to the bottom floor.
She could still feel her toes curling as assaulted her body with sensations and pleasures she's never known. And with a hopeful heart, maybe they could do more in the future. Not today obviously, her thighs were still sore from last night. She won't be doing any running or high kicks anytime soon, she thought to herself as she giggled and stepped into the large elevator.
She pressed the button for the 64th floor, Aizen's floor, and as the elevator began to make its ascent, the weight of the whole situation seem to drop out of the sky and land directly onto her.
She was going to meeting with Aizen in only a matter of seconds! What was she thinking?! Ichigo and how he made her feel last night?! So what! Aizen been making her feel a hell of a lot more for a hell of a lot longer than what occurred last night! And if she didn't get her head in the game now, he would continue to do so, only worst because she fairly certain that she's not ready for Ichigo to turn away from her, not now not ever. If he does, surely, she will be forever broken and Aizen would have won.
Aizen always has this way of getting inside her brain, jumbling her thoughts around and convincing her to do stuff she doesn't want to do. He's molested her mind in so many different ways, she's unsure what a byproduct of his manipulations is and what is real anymore.
Ichigo is real. Their love is real, her love for her friends are real. She refuses to let him hurt her anymore. She will no longer play the dumb, naive princess in this messed up fairy tale any longer.
The elevator door ding, signaling its arrival at her destination. She squared her shoulders and held her head up high. She was done being Aizen's plaything. No matter how weak her legs seem to have become, no matter how erratic her heart was, she was done being afraid of Aizen. She swallowed something large and cold and fell heavily to her stomach and settled there in the pit of her stomach. She ignored the feeling and marched onward to Aizen's room. He wouldn't get the best of her. Not today, not ever again.
!
Aizen was waiting for her. And if he was being honest, he would admit that he was excited to see her. She was the only thing that has been on his mind over the past few days and he was certain that she was all that he thought about.
He wondered how she looked. If she had bags under her eyes, if her ever dwindling smile dimmed to a grimace. He wondered if those large grey eyes shrank and dulled. If her skin paled and turned a sickly white, or if her bright orange hair lost if life and vibrancy.
Although no one would ever notice, he was near giddy with happiness over her depression. Her pain and her sorrow, he wanted to see it. He wanted to see the fear in her eyes, hear the fear in her voice as she begs him to leave her alone for good. It's become an addiction to him. That day when he grabbed her hair, how on edge she became at him touching her physical person nearly made him hard with satisfaction.
He loved tormenting her, and he would never give this up, never. He wants to see her cry, to see her break down and become his. Like how his mother was his fathers, she would become his and she would be forever enthralled and enraptured by his presence. She would bear his children and would obsess with him and only him.
There was a soft knock on his door. Smiling lazily, he slowly moved to answer the door.
There she was in full glory of her beauty. Yet, something was wrong…something was missing. Instead of fear and trepidation, there was a calm and almost confident look in her grey eyes. She was a marvel to behold in her short white flower printed ruffle dress and high heeled brown ankle boots, showcasing her marvelous creamy white and toned legs. She pulled her cardigan closer to her body and that's when he noticed the markings covering her neck. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, an irrational anger making it known to him.
"Please princess, come in," he said landishily. Turning away from her trying to contain his anger that someone else has defiled his princess. There was someone else out there making her feel loved and happy, which probably explains her sudden confidence and calmness. Well, with any luck, that won't last for very long.
"Aizen, we need to talk," she stated, her voice barley betraying her.
"Well of course dear, that is why we decided to meet. Please sit down," he sat down on a rather comfortable black couch, leaning back and exuding wealth and confidence and power, three adjectives that described him to a T.
She shook her head in declination. "No, what I have to say won't take very long. Besides, someone is waiting for my return."
"Is he the one that marred that beautiful skin of yours," she gasps, her eyes showing surprise as her hand quickly reached to her neck to cover them. He chuckled deeply. "Well, well my little princess. I have to say that you quickly hop from bed to be. You're on your way to becoming your mother's daughter," he said darkly.
Her hand flew up to her mouth and he saw the beginning of tears form, he smiled. This is exactly what he wanted.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, there was a fire that he has never seen before. She looked…well…she looked angry.
"Aizen you see fit to compare me to my mother when in actuality what you're really trying to do is compare me to your mother." He was stunned. Although his ever present smile was still etched on his face, it was a wonder of all wonders how this girl was able to make a semblance of connection of what he was secretly trying to accomplish.
"Yeah, I know all about your little mommy complex Sosuke. I know all about how weirdly you were obsessed with her and how she died due to the abuse your father had inflicted upon her. For that…for that Aizen I am truly sorry, for no child should ever have to go through that. But it does not mean that you are allowed to treat me the way your father treated your mother. I am no replacement for her Aizen, I can never be your mother no matter how much I may look like her, or act like her or is even broken like her. I'm not your mother and the sooner you realize that, the sooner we can go back to living our separate lives.
"We've both made some terrible mistakes, and we've both been through a lot. But the madness ends here Aizen. From this point onward, you will no longer hurt me. I won't allow it."
He was silent for a few moments. Then he began to chuckle. His chuckles turned into laughter, and louder and louder his laughter became. She looked at him confused and slightly frighten. After a few more moments, he composed himself.
"That was…that was a nice speech…did you…a herm…did you write that yourself?"
"Now is not the time to be facetious Aizen. I am completely serious. Leave me alone or I will ruin you."
"And how, pray tell, do you plan on doing that? By going to the police and saying that I coerced you into taking your clothes off and video you doing provocative things in front of the camera? Who would believe you? There's no need for anyone to make any sort of connection to you and me. This is the only time that we were ever in the same country together, let alone city. A slut like you? No one would believe it. Besides, your face would be posted all over the news, people would know that you're suicidal and problem ridden. You have no proof and overall no leverage. Why would I even consider anything that you say?'
"Because I have Savannah." He paused, not sure if he heard her correctly.
"Come again?"
"Savannah Georgia, remember her? She was the first of my friends to betray me. Remember you sent her that photo, you suggested it to her for her to distribute it around the school and circulate the internet. That act alone was distribution of child pornography, it might not send you in jail for a long time, but it will most definitely ruin your image."
"What about your image, and your friend Savannah's image, she would lose her crown and would never get another ever again. What makes you so sure that she would even consider helping you?"
"Because she already said that she would. When we were fourteen you told her to delete that email you sent to her. She didn't. And for years and years she felt so guilty for what she'd did to me. She was relieved that I came to her and she is more than willing to help. And as for my image, what image are you talking about? Everywhere I go my past follows me. There is no escape. But now I'm fine with that. I'm okay. Its apart of me, it made me who I am today and if it means taking you down, than I would sacrifice every fiber in my being to do so.
"Sosuke Aizen you will leave me alone or you will suffer." She narrowed her eyes dangerously. "I guarantee it." she growled at him.
Aizen was livid. How dare this impudent wench completely disregard him and everything he's put her though. How dare she grow a backbone and completely disregard her fear of him. He wanted her pain, her sadness, her grief. He didn't want this! He would break her, one way or another.
He lounged from the couch and grabbed her neck. She forcefully slammed her into the wall. She let out a startled gasp, her eyes widening to an impossible size.
"You stupid whore, do you have any idea what I went through to create you?" he bashed her head against the wall again. She whimpered. "All of that time and energy spent into breaking you." He banged her head again. She felt her thoughts and words began to jumble around carelessly. "What? Someone tells you that they love you and fucks you and you decided that you Lara fucking Croft? You can do anything? Huh?!" he yells at her.
He steps back from her, hold her against the wall by her neck with one hand and uses the other one to reel it back and punches her hard in the face. Her head snaps to the side, she could taste blood in her mouth. He does it again, and again and again.
Her head is swarming way too much, there is a blinding pain in her eye, and blood is a constant taste in her mouth. She tries to spit, but is unable perform the action, so it just kind of dribbles out of her mouth. He releases her and she collapses to the floor. She fights to stay conscious. Using the wall as support, she attempts to slide upright, willing herself not to cry. She tries to glare at him with her eye that isn't swelling shut and tires to speak.
"…you-" she doesn't get the chance to finish. He is upon her once more, but instead of hitting her, he's kissing her. He has her painfully sore face in his tight grip, and is attempting to force his tongue down her throat. She tries to fight him off and screams, he takes both of her wrists in his large hands and pins them above her head, the other hand furiously fumbles around her front, trailing down from her breast to her thighs, hiking up her dress.
She fights, using all of her strength, she fights him. He is strong, he is overpowering her. His hands runs over the apex of her thighs, his finger prods her entrance. She screams, hiking her knee up, she hits him in the groin.
He lets out an angry grunt and grabs her hair and tosses her hard to the floor. She skids across, crashing into the small coffee table by the couch. It topples over and crashed to the ground. She scrambles to get up. Of all the things in the world that she let Aizen do to her, this will not be one of them.
He advances to her, she runs away from the door, her only means of escape, towards a smaller coffee table, where a phone lies. She picks it up, he's behind her. He takes her neck and smashes her face into the wall. Determined not to be defeated, she stomps on his feet, grateful that she didn't remove her shoes. He cries out. She turns around and shoves her elbow into his nose and grabs his should, kneeing him in the face. He falls backwards, groaning. She takes this opportunity to run to the door. Yanking it open, he runs out into the hall, towards the elevator. She furiously presses the button, crying out to it to hurry and come, still fighting tears.
"ORIHIME!" he yelled. She screams, abandoning the elevator, she runs towards the stairs, and barged down, dry sobs escaping her as he screams for help. On the 60th floor, she trips and tumbles down. Rolling a good three stories down.
When she finally stops tumbling, she lies there. The bright florescent light of the stairs light blinds her. Every single part of her body hurt. She prays for the pain to stop, crying without tears. Her head was so dizzy, she didn't know which way was up anymore. She wanted to vomit, but she couldn't. Slowly, she maneuvered her body so that she was sitting up right. She noticed a trail of her blood on the stairs. It was pouring profusely down from her head. She must have hit it on the steps.
She looked around for the door; she was on the 57th floor. She exited the stairwell door and went to the elevator. It came more immediately this time. She slid down on the floor of the elevator and waited until she was on the first floor.
Aizen tried to rape her. That was what he was going for; he was seriously going to rape her. He was really some sick sadistic creep; he was going to RAPE HER! The elevator stop and she stood up. She shuffled out of the elevator, into the lobby; she was getting tons of stares. She opened her mouth to ask for help when she saw Aizen step of out the elevator besides her.
"Orihime-"
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed and bolted from the elevator, out of the lobby, out of the hotel and into the woods. She bumped into the door and noticed a searing white hot pain shoot up her right arm where she injured her hand. She knew that it had to be broken or dislocated or something. But that didn't matter; the only thing that did matter at the present moment was her getting the hell away from Aizen.
She ran through the woods, dodging trees and rocks and branches, her heart leaping into her throat, threatening to choke her. She released a pained cry when she heard him behind her calling her name. The sky roared in reply, lighting sliced through the clouds. She tripped again and tumbled, pain splicing through her like a rollercoaster. There were a few terrifyingly weightless moments and then she struck the icy cold depths of the creek.
Cold water filled her nose and her lungs, she struggled to stay afloat, but her head banged so terribly and the water was blinding her and it hurt so awfully much to use her right arm. She was sure that she was going to drown.
She felt someone wrap an arm around her torso, and the thank God that she was being saved. She looked to her savior and saw the familiar profile of her worst nightmare. She screamed and struggled to get away.
"GET AWAY, GET AWAY. PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP ME, ANYONE BUT YOU! ANYONE BUT YOU! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME! LET GO OF ME! SOMEONE PLEASE! ANYONE BUT HIM! GOD PLEASES! SAVE ME!" She struggled and fought against him, trashing about wildly.
"ORIHIME STOP! STOP- I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU!"
"GET AWAY FROM ME! HELP! HELP ME! Please don't touch me…please!" she sobbed.
"I'M TRYING TO FUCKING SAVE YOU. I PROMISE. I WON'T FUCKING HURT YOU! I'M SORRY. OKAY?! I'M FUCKING SORRY! SO LET ME FUCKING SAVE YOU!" he yelled at her. Orihime was silent. And looked at him. Slowly, she nodded, and allowed him to touch her. "I'm just going to put my hands around your waist so that I can swim us to land okay!?" he shouted over the rain. She nodded.
As Aizen swam, he could help but be haunted by the fact that she rather drown than let him save her life. She would have rather died than let him touch her. He didn't think that it was possible for him to feel remorse for his actions, but something in him told him that he'd pushed her too far. He regretted deeply what he did to her. She actually refused to accept his offer of help.
Lighting struck a nearby tree and fell in their path, disturbing the water and interrupting their bond. They became separated and she began to flow downstream.
"AIZEN! HELP ME PLEASE! AIZEN!"
"ORIHIME!" he dove into the water and swam against the current and fought against the waves to the injured girl. He made it to her and held her tight as he made his way back to land. It was a great struggle, but eventually they made it. When they made it to the edges of land, Aizen helped her up before climbing behind her. They collapsed together on the bank of the creek, breathing heavily; she clung to him like a scared little girl to her father. She was crying great giant heaves, her entire tiny body shaking with great intensity.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, whispering soft and quiet things to her, trying to comfort her the best way that he knew how. He held her tightly; unaware of his own tears slipping out of his eyes, mixing in with the rainwater that pelted them both.
He kept whispering over and over.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry mother. Mother please forgive me, I'm sorry.
I am not sure when I will be able to upload a new chapter. Love shoutouts to those of you who reveiwed the last chapter.