Hello my dear readers, followers and people that enjoy my wacky work!
I am sorry I haven't updated and even sorrier this chapter is so short, but unforeseen event has occurred...We have a puppy T.T (she is a lil shit)
My son is doing good things are looking up, I appreciate all the concerns and kindness. I just haven't had a chance to concentrate on my writing but I hope to give you the next chapter here a lot quicker!
Implied lemon -1
Drowning in Lemon -3
Ch:9 It's Going down, I'm yelling Timber!
Ichigo Kurosaki , gender : Male, Occupation: Substitute Soul reaper , Current mood: Ready To kill. Ichigo wasn't one for dramatic outbursts despite his tendency to express himself with fists and a sword, but today was an off day. His feet slammed against the warm cement, breath bursting through a grim set of lips; he was ran like the devil was licking his heels. He crashed through bushes and cut across lawns, with the denizens of his hometown barely escaping his rampage. 'Orihime you better be safe.' His mind summoned scenarios of her being kidnapped or a more likely scene of the naive girl pouring tea for a Hollow. He gritted his teeth and propelled himself forward, speeding his way to her quaint apartment.
" Oh no, oh no no no!" She smushed her face in weird contortions, pushing her cheeks in opposite directions, her breath coming out hectic and forced as she paced back and forth before a very irate Ulquiorra.
His expression remained stony and unperturbed by the announcement of a most unwelcome guest , in fact he looked downright bored as his eyes watched the very varnished wood floor develope a groove from the constant movements of the Onna. On the outside he was nothing more than a bored shell but inside he was writhing with anger, a pungent bloodlust dancing along his senses. 'Kurosaki.' the very name awakened shades of crimson and painted a picture of rage for Ulquiorra, his soul still felt that spark of shame from the defeat that man dealt him. Familiar emotions of rivalry and pride rolled through him, a taste for battle coated his tongue, he welcomed them to saturate him with their sensations, even that dark pit of shame. Shame of losing and the shame of being saved. The pride of being an Espada had clear cut rules of battlefield conduct; you either win or die. He was not granted death, he was saved with his pride in tatters all by the grace of the Onna, he did not regret his second chance but a part of him howled with rage.
"-uiorra!." His ear pricked as he came back to his senses. He rolled his eyes up to look at Orihime only to find fierce green eyes mere inches away from his, those emerald depths shooting daggers at him. He schooled his features despite feeling shock and a dryness to his throat.
" Take me seriously!" Orihime growled before backing up " Kurosaki will be here any moment and here you are spacing out!" She threw her hands up in exasperation, normally that small chink in his armor would have her curiosity peaked but not today. No, today was a defcon 4 emergency a time to summon the missile kittens and the torpedo puppies to their station. She groaned pinching the bridge of her nose as a migraine of epic proportions begun to form.
"Onna your ridiculous reaction to something as small as this is exhausting." He looked at her with a dangerous light dancing in the chocolate depths of his borrowed eyes " Kurosaki will be here soon, it is best that I pretend to be you and for you to hide, unless.."
She was on edge as she waited for him to supply the rest of his sentence with bated breath.
" Unless!?" She encouraged with a high pitched voice.
" Unless you wish for your dear Kurosaki to know we have switched bodies." His voice practically sneered.
A cold sweat rolled down her back, yes she felt it would help if Kurosaki and Rukia knew but a large part of her felt a pit of fear settle in her belly. ' What would Kurosaki-kun think, honest and truly think?' Her mind danced with the best to worst plots, Him embracing her with hearts in his eyes or a blade slicing through her like butter. Her trust in Kurosaki was absolute but with Ulquiorra muddling the fairytale she conjured, she began to question things, things she never wished to explore. She shut her eyes tightly bracing herself against the flow of emotions that threatened to drown her, things like uncertainty stormed within. She could feel the conflict in her heart as her eyes met with Ulquiorra's, an almost sympathetic knowledge seemed to glow there, a silent understanding was voiced between them. Orihime stood with a determination straightening her spine as she entered her bedroom with a plan, all she needed was lipstick and heels.
What devious plot has heels and lipstick involved? And what are these 'Feelings' that are on the rise. Find out on our next episode of 'In each others Shoes!'
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