Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. 07/05/2012 update. Yeah...a month late. X(
Fluffometer: High.
Please re-read after a few days for it's a long chapter and I probably would change some stuff.
A/N: I apologize for the wait. Wow...I'm so late, it's not even funny. Gomen *bows low*.
Just FYI, Ichigo hasn't regained his powers yet. He's focused in finishing college at this time in my fic. And yes, this chapter starts where it left off from the last chapter. Thank you for reading and extra extra thanks for leaving reviews.
PART II: WATASHI NO KOKORO
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Chapter 57
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Hinamori had been standing out in the terrace, absently raking her fingers through the underside of her long hair. She tried to divert her thoughts and count the stars that appeared, yet it was futile.
I hope he's okay. It's been over an hour.
Worried when she recalled how unstable his hands were from the after-effects of their passionate kiss. Possibly might have made him clumsy…which is very unlikely, but still...
The sound of the front door shutting close eased her troubles some and completely dissipated when she made her way through the living room area and saw him (unharmed) by the foyer. He had his shoes already removed.
Hitsugaya loosened his tie while he casually surveyed the large apartment. His first time being in the place.
"You're late, taicho." His petite wife stood behind a couch, wearing a white robe and had her arms sternly crossed. Although her smile gave it away.
"Ah. I had to find my gigai then got held up by security downstairs." He leaned on the archway while shoving his hands into his khaki's pockets. "They assumed the Hitsugaya's were much older than just a couple of high school kids." He sighed, quite annoyed at having to waste thirty minutes of his time. He had to convince them, giving them the 'arranged marriage since birth' story to make this all more acceptable. Humans and their absurd need for normalcy...
"Ano...Shiro-chan. So is it okay?"
It softened the features when his lips slanted. His turquoise eyes strayed, leisurely taking in the amount of skin that the dip of her robe allowed. "That two sex-crazed teenagers are living together? Well, yeah. I made it up here, didn't I?"
"Is that how they really see us as?" She continued to fret, placing a fist over her chest.
"Will you not worry baka? It's fine. They made it a point that their clients' privacy is held in high priority."
His reassurance always means the world. Momo exhaled, smiling now as she finally let herself indulge. Loving how rakish the hair makes him look with its somewhat tamed spikes and the bangs almost covering his left eye...just so boyish and unruly, when he's really quite the opposite; for the captain is all about self-discipline.
"Hm. But don't you think it's weird Shiro-chan, how I was never questioned?"
The taicho pretended to think hard about it, then lifted his broad shoulders. "Hm... I don't know, perhaps because of my hair. It gives people the creeps."
"...Hai, you're right. It does give me the creeps."
"Yeah?" With a mischievous glint in his eye Toushiro took a step towards her. "Is that so?"
Momo moved a step away, using the couch as a barrier. "Shiro-chan, you better not." She warned. Not entertained by the idea of getting tickled for the next hour. The only disadvantage she could find to marrying her childhood friend. The baka knows all my ticklish spots... and dammit, I mean all.
"What, I didn't say anything..." Though already predicting her next move.
Momo dashed out the terrace and straight into the connecting study area, taking full advantage of her familiarity with the place. She locked the sliding doors while talking just under her breath. "He'll never be able to catch me –EEEP!" She yelped, backing right into him.
"Why would I, if you'll just keep running into me? Baka." The distinct timbre of his voice sent cool titillating shivers down her spine. Toushiro had her in his arms, about ready to lightly bite down on the crook of her neck. But like an elusive nymph Momo lithely got away, her nervous laughter trailed as she ran back out to the spacious living room, and was feeling extremely lucky until she tripped on a cushion and landed face down on another. Oof!
...The scheming bastard set traps by using all the decorative pillows!
She turned over and wasn't the least bit surprised to see his face hovering above hers. A challenging smirk taunted, telling her to 'go ahead, see if you can get away.' And she did, quickly pushing him off and getting up at the same time yet Toushiro had her ankles, dragging her back down even before she could stand.
"Let go, you...jerk!" Momo squealed and tried to kick him off but slammed her head from the struggle, on the hard marbled floor.
"Ow."
He was instantly there, examining the injury. The horseplay all but disregarded. "Shit...tch. I'm sorry Momo. Are you alright? I didn't mean to."
..."I'm fine...but ittai... it just really really hurts." She was overtly pouting while still rubbing the side of her head. Toushiro was guilt-stricken, moving to kiss it.
"Mou Shiro-chan...not there."
He pulled back. "Where does it hurt?"
"Here." Indicating her smiling lips.
...A relieved and warm expression flickered about his face as he easily obliged. He leaned down to capture her mouth in a long and weighty kiss. There was a low satisfied growl that escaped him when her arms tightened around his torso, glad to carry on where they had left things before that blasted hollow alarm.
Toushiro's heart quickened when she responded with a content sigh, instinctively roving his hands lower to cup her plump breasts and felt her nipples already taut and aroused under the fabric. She arched her body at his touch as her nails lightly clawed down his back.
Momo broke for air a few minutes later. "Toushiro..."
"Yes."
"Can you take this off?" She brazenly asked, referring to his uniform.
Hitsugaya reached both arms, tugging the vest from the back to pull it over his head. He flung it aside while she was already sitting up helping him with the shirt's buttons; her little fingers fumbling in her haste. Already focused on exposing the splendid expanse of muscled skin.
He helped her, impatience clouding his mind and was getting frustrated. "Kuso...fucking complicated... things..." They shared a chuckle when she was sliding the tie off and it got stuck behind one of his ears. But then everything turned serious again when he straightened to finally remove the shirt.
She had to swallow as her throat suddenly went dry. It never fails... "You're absolutely just breathtaking, my Shiro-chan." She said in a hush, her palms started on his cheek and leisurely smoothed its way down over the ridges of his perfect abdomen. He pulled her in, and Momo knew exactly where he wanted her to be, naturally wrapping her legs around his waist as she felt the ground move from underneath. Hitsugaya carried her, in a blind search towards the bedroom.
"Second hallway...the double entry to the left." She breathed against his neck, then reverted to tasting and inhaling his cool familiar scent.
He followed her directions and opened the said chamber. "Whoa...you robbed the candle store, Hinamori?"
She grinned and purposely letting her legs slide down over his buttocks before her toes touched the carpeted floor. "You said be ready, so I did Shiro-chan... I wanted it to be romantic." Momo explained while she unbuckled his belt.
He gently brushed the bangs that framed her small face, visibly pleased. "Thank you. This is...nice." Admitting to like how the candles reminded him of being surrounded by her reiatsu, even more so when her hand reached down into his boxer brief and smoothed over his rigid arousal. She lowered her gaze and marveled to feel and see his hardened cock, just emanating of power and throbbed of the imminent pleasures to come. Momo peered up with fervent brown eyes, then so slowly brushed the tip of her warm tongue on one of his nipple, and sucked.
"...And are you done...being a tease?"
"No." Momo smiled coyly then backed away, making sure they didn't lose eye contact even when she carefully climbed on the center of the bed and knelt. Beckoning him after she had shrugged off her robe to reveal the skimpy lace outfit. "But now I am."
"Good. Because it's my turn."
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The sateen sheets rustled against their moving bodies...
And as if everything was on slow motion, glazed teal eyes were enraptured by the hypnotic undulation of her hips as she took him in in every thrust. She chose to be in this position, in their third round of lovemaking and giving him the privilege to see everything at his heart's content. His gaze followed the sheen of perspiration that lined the valley in between her breasts as the candles silhouetted her graceful form, elongating its feminine curve when she tilted her head further.
It was some minutes later when a few whispered words were exchanged, in between ragged breaths and moans...
"I'm almost there, Shiro-chan."
"Are you...?"
"Come... with me. Please."
He gulped at the sultry plea. "Not yet love..." Wanting to prolong in the indulgence.
"Come with me...now."
"Ahh..." His head jerked back as he felt her came, soaking his core. The slickness and the clenching of her walls left him with no choice but to succumb. He rolled them over and pinned her down, plunging deeply until he too was in the climax.
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Both were extremely satisfied once the quivers in their bodies subsided, always loving this sweet feel of synchronized release.
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Steam curled and layered a small part of the ceiling when she walked out from the bathroom. Hinamori had a towel wrapped around her while she noisily moved about the room, paying not much heed to the man splayed on his stomach and deeply asleep on the large bed. She was running a little late as she had forgotten to set her alarm clock the night before.
Momo was now hastily combing her wet hair in front of the mirror when she noticed the hickie on the side of her neck.
"Ugh. Baka Toushiro!" She huffed and consequently just decided to leave her hair down as she had no time to cover it with makeup.
The clock on the wall indicated she was going to miss the bus if she stayed another five minutes on her appearance, hurriedly stuffing the hem of the white shirt into her skirt while flinging the strap of her bag over her shoulder. She was about to leave the room when she glanced at the rumpled bed, almost forgetting that it was occupied.
He looks so young when in sleep… She mused, tenderly running her hand through his white hair and left him a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, Shiro-chan."
Momo tugged the sheet to cover him up but froze from seeing the large bruise-like injury that marked the length of his spine. It was something that she's never encountered before (considering her short experience in the 4th Division) with its spider-web and veiny appearance. She cringed while tracing her fingers over it, "Mou...how did you get this?"
I'll ask him about it later...
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Inihara was busily looking through his phone, with both soccer and basketball practice schedules laid on his desk. He wasn't aware that the drone of morning chatter suddenly died down when she entered the room.
Yasuo threw a balled up paper, bouncing it off his head. He scowled at his friend, who was avidly pointing at the reason.
And it did explain both why the room was quiet and why the males had their mouths left agape. For it was the first time to see the girl's waist-length hair left undone.
Momo was rapt in her phone having just received a message from Abarai-taicho and unaware that the first few buttons on her shirt were unfastened, showing some ample cleavage. He thought she looked down-right ravishing, just dripping of sex appeal. And not being aware of it just makes her even more perfect. There was a strong sense to make his intent public, if they aren't aware of it yet. Much like how male mammals would 'mark their territory', only that she isn't his territory but is currently working on it...
Recess finally came. He waited for Hinamori to get up and leave the room before following her to the lockers.
Momo was focusing on Yuzu's reiatsu while placing the babies' pictures that Toushiro had brought on the side of the narrow compartment.
"Oi, I didn't know you were a bunhead." He was leaning on his side against the empty wall, which was conveniently next to her locker.
"Oh hey, Inihara-kun. A bunhead?"
"Ballet." He indicated her dance shoes hanging from the hook.
"Oh. Yes, I'm new to it all."
"Yeah? Well you look like you were born to be one." Referring to her usually prim and unruffled appearance.
Hinamori smiled finding it absolutely funny that someone would think her poised. "Hm. Thank you."
"Is that your baby sister?"
Momo looked at the image of Kokone that was still in her hand. "Uhm yeah."
"If not for the color of her eyes, she looks exactly like you."
Her smile wasn't short of affectionate when she looked at the picture again. Kokone in mid-reach of a hell butterfly perched on the tip of Toushiro's finger. The infant's mouth was shaped in a perfect "o" in pure wonder and sparkle-eyed delight. "So I've heard."
... Inhihara waited for her to tape the photo inside the locker and walked beside her as she made her way back in class. "So...how did you do in that test yesterday?" He queried, just finding more relevant topics before the bell rings. Referring to the music exam that had prevented him from talking to her the day before.
"Ok, I guess. I'm not so sure." Momo finally faced him to bid him a good day when she noticed...
"What? I've grown another spare head?" He was amused instead of uncomfortable. Very flattered actually to have her full attention.
"Where are your glasses?"
"I'm wearing contacts. It's required for basketball practice."
"Oh." She couldn't help but look disappointed. It was like staring at the transformed Aizen, the amiable facade all but disappeared.
"I could put them back on if you want." His desperation to please her was getting rather comical, thanking God for not having any of his friends nearby to eavesdrop because they would surely find his behavior hilarious.
"No, silly!" She giggled but quickly sobered, "Ah...but I have to go. I'll see you later, Inihara-kun."
"Hai. See ya." Giving up for the moment as there's still 6th period to come. Though Shigeo was unable to suppress a dreamy sigh, openly regarding her back as she returned to her desk.
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"Is there something wrong with your neck, Inihara-san?" The music teacher was a little curious as well as annoyed, for the boy had been quite distracted lately ever since they've been separated into groups according to their seating arrangements.
Shigeo looked one more time, all the way behind the class, wanting to ascertain that Hinamori indeed changed seats and consequently had her belonging to a different band other than his own.
"Can I ask to change groups, sensei?" He confided with his most charming smile.
"I'm afraid not. Every band needs a strong lead and you happen to be the one for this group." She was unfazed and explained it in a way where her decision should no longer be questioned –and left it at that, wandering off to check on the other students.
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Toushiro decided to wait by the drop off/pick up area which also happens to be by the school's parking lot. An eyebrow arched with the dead give-away that these students here are a different breed compared to the ones in Karakura High, from his quick scan of Mercedez Benz's and BMW's that lined the lot. He squinted up with slight discontent as a ray of light somehow dodged the shading trees and shone on his face. Hitsugaya moved a step over to avoid the unwelcomed beam and resumed his wait by leaning his back on the wall with one foot flat against it. A hand in one pocket to complete the picture.
He became immersed in his phone as Matsumoto had just sent him a message, worriedly asking where Kokone's favorite doll would be. He suggested to look under the bed and pillows and under Zennyu's toys as the little rascal would occasionally hide it, to annoy his sister.
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Thank God it's Friday.
Nakasone wanted to celebrate, texting her friends to come over her house (and compare gossip) but not before she gets some beauty sleep. She was in such a hurry to get out of school that she faked an illness just so to get out thirty minutes early and bypass the traffic.
She was now in front of her car, rummaging through her purse for the keys when his white hair caught her eye. He was wearing a black hooded jacket over the distinct uniform of the rival school, while the shirt's collar was propped high due from his tie being haphazardly loosened. The boy's shoulders were wide and his build was unmistakably strong and masculine.
She didn't know that she was slowly making her way towards him, like a moth to a flame. Utterly mesmerized by the chiseled profile and that...that gorgeous hair. Nakosone's life flashed before her eyes and imagined bringing him home to meet her parents. Oh how proud would they be to have the family trait continued on to more generations! A Generation of beautiful fair haired beings. She pictured her lavish wedding with this handsome stranger as her husband, their four little children chasing each other in the gardens...
Kat came to, quickly grooming herself while he's still preoccupied. Her fingers combed through the platinum blonde tresses and flipped it away from her face. She then readied her most dazzling smile, so sure of it's effectiveness on the opposite sex and putting an extra umpf to it as this calls for her best performance yet.
"Hi. You're not from around here, are you?"
Toushiro so subtly glanced up from his phone that she missed it. And thinking that he didn't hear her, she repeated the question.
What gave it away? Was what he wanted to say but held back on the snarky comment and instead settled with a "No."
It irked her that he didn't look at her once but then found it extremely cute, realizing that he must be very shy. "My name is Nakasone Kat. And you are?"
It is no secret that Hitsugaya generally isn't fond of humans, especially the loud persistent kind that always has to say something. He flipped the phone close to put it in his pocket and only then did he meet her stare. "I'm waiting for someone."
The girl was speechless for a moment to see the cerulean orbs, its rare color along with the beautiful locks were strikingly god-like... and just beyond dreamy. His cold arrogant attitude would be perfect once they take over the family's business in the future. Indeed, Dad would be so proud! She inwardly squealed.
Hitsugaya privately cursed himself for not just waiting up on one of the sturdy branches. He straightened and started to do just that.
"Wait!"
Tch. Now what? He half-turned as an acknowledgement.
"You never gave me your name."
Knowing that it wouldn't make a difference and just so to stop her from pestering him, he dryly replied. "Hitsugaya Toushiro." And walked away.
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Momo's phone buzzed the second the Kurosaki car turned into the corner and disappeared. She then followed the instructions in the message.
...In one of the trees that lined the exit gate.
"Tsk. But there are so many." She groaned under her breath, bewildered at the number of trees surrounding the campus. With her lack of sleep from the night before, it made for a long drawn out day so she wasn't up for playing hide and seek at the moment.
"Over here." He was right behind her, lazily leaning on a bark as if he'd been there all this time.
Momo spun, only to be pulled in by the waist for a breath-defying kiss, her feet dangled from being lifted off the ground. Hitsugaya took his time even after when the kiss slackened, softly stroking his lips upon hers... he then flashed her a lopsided smile after he's had his temporary fill.
"Hey. I've forgotten, how good you look in jeans."
She blinked a couple of times and had to shake her head once to rid herself of the daze. "Hey...oi, Toushiro..." Quickly stepping away to put some safe distance in between them. Her eyes frantically shifted from side to side. "Tsk. I thought I told you, you can't be here!"
"Relax Hinamori. It's Friday, everyone couldn't wait to dash out of this place."
...He's right. It's pretty empty. She collected herself but still didn't dare come near the handsome knave. Although Momo suddenly just realized something, narrowing her eyes as she scrutinized his face. "You're good... You're very, very good."
Despite having no idea what she was talking about, the taicho boyishly grinned before inserting his hands into his pockets. "Thanks. I do try."
Momo briefly raised her eyes to the skies at his play of male bravado. "You, taicho, is a master of distraction."
"Er...now somehow that didn't sound like a compliment."
Momo held in a laugh. "Because it wasn't, baka. It's just that all this time and I still don't know why you're here."
"You could say that I was the one being distracted," he corrected and turned serious, "I had no intention of misleading you Momo... but I'm here on Kurosaki's request. A task that I've been putting off for awhile." And what better time to do some business, when given the opportunity to also be with his wife?
"And what's that?"
"To talk some sense into Karin. To have her focus on school and leave this hollow-hunting to us shinigami." Ichigo knew that if there's one person that could get into his stubborn sister's head that it'd be her good friend, Toushiro.
"Oh. I see..."
"It's just for a few days, Momo. If I can't convince her then I'm to arrange some of my officers to be on close watch."
"Of course..."
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Inihara was glad that there was basketball practice today, despite his teammates' grumbling of having it on a Friday. It was a great means for him to work out all these frustrations that had built up over the course of the week. He threw his bags in the back and jumped in the driver's seat. Exhaling as he tipped his neck to look up at the clouds when her face easily occupied his thoughts.
Why is she avoiding me? At the same time, he knew she was attracted to him –not as much as he's attracted to her, but it's attraction nonetheless. So what's the deal? He thought he had them all figured out. But for the first time, this girl... has him completely stumped. He closed his eyes and sighed. Welcoming a mental scene of her arms wrapping around him, his nose buried in her dark silky mane, the sound of her laugh pleasantly ringing in his ears...
Snap out of it retard. You ain't doing much just sitting here. He reminded himself while inserting the key to start the engine. Shigeo was looking forward to take a detour on the way home, where hardly any cops ventured and where he can drive his car close to its capacity as the speed would always calm his mind. He hand gestured 'later' to some of his friends and drove. Ready to step hard on the gas and zoom out of there, when he saw her in between the trees. Like a sixth sense, he knew it was her.
She was hugging a book against her chest, and seemed uncomfortable as someone was speaking to her. Hinamori appeared very upset, and that white-haired stranger was the cause of it. He put the car in park and got out, halting a few feet in front of her.
"Hinamori, are you alright?"
Hitsugaya's icy glare riveted at the interruption, summing up this stranger who posted just right behind him and called his wife without any form of an honorific.
"Inihara-kun! Ah-what are you still doing here?"
"Team practice. Are you okay? I can give you a lift home."
"No! I mean I'm okay but I don't need a ride–"
"Is this guy bothering you?"
Momo was taken aback, quickly glancing from one guy to the next, noticing their tense interaction. She wasn't surprised at her husband's attitude but rather baffled at Inihara's protective one, not sure where it is all coming from. "No, no of course not. This is Toushiro...a friend of mine. Toushiro this is Inihara-kun, a classmate."
Hitsugaya straightened to his full height and turned slowly, his hands clenched inside his pockets while Shigeo remained where he was and now had his arms crossed. Both their legs slightly braced apart. Their build almost similar, with the human boy just about an inch taller.
Hinamori felt extremely awkward at this point, knowing that neither one will initiate a handshake. Ugh. This is stupid. As her mind was still trying to absorb the news of Toushiro spending a lot of time with Karin. Although she managed to bow her head and blurt out a "Sumimasen, but I think the bus is here" and scurried away, leaving them on their own to settle this non-existent dispute.
Inihara went after her. He wanted to make sure that she gets in the bus safely, but his way was abruptly deterred.
"You heard her. She doesn't need your help." Toushiro reminded, with a hint of warning.
The color of the obstruction's eyes symbolized the dangers and vastness of the ocean that Shigeo has to tread in order to get to Hinamori. A realization that didn't surprise him one bit –aware that this pursuit, was never meant to be easy.
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A/N: Will update soon. Please review.