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Edit: 12/08/2023

Trump Card Revealed

Ichigo woke up feeling a strange pull in his lower gut. Slowly opening his eyes, he took notice of his surroundings. Blinking a few times, his vision adjusted to the early morning rays reflecting in them.

He sat up, growing uncomfortable from the pulling of his gut. Sighing, he dragged his hand down his face. Pulling the tangled covers from his lower body parts, Ichigo forced himself out of bed and walked to the master bathroom.

Relieving himself of his morning stiffness, he washed his face and brushed his teeth before walking back into his master bedroom.

Noticing the absent presence of his queen from the bed, he frowned.

"Orihime?" he called out.

When he was only met with silence, Ichigo walked to his dresser and pulled out a pair of grey sweatpants not bothering to grab a shirt. Tugging them on while walking out his bedroom door, he called out again. "Orihime, where are you?"

Walking down the steps, he was met with silence and hollowness. He walked into his kitchen, grabbing his cell phone that he left discarded on the kitchen island. Unlocking his device, he scrolled to her number. Pressing the call button, he waited to hear his sweet queen's soothing voice.

Waiting for her to pick up, a small green paper caught his eye that was pinned on his refrigerator. Walking over to it, he grabbed the piece of paper off the fridge and read the neatly cursive writing.

I'm sorry. Love Orihime.

Ichigo, still holding his phone, stared at the note. While still re-reading the note over and over the voice heard through the phone was not of Orihime's, but the woman that tells most people that their call cannot go through.

I'm sorry, the number you have called is out of range or turned off. Please try again later.

He hung up his phone and slid it down his face.

Could she have gone home?

He read the note again.

I'm sorry. Love Orihime.

The likelihood of her going home seemed small. The words on the green paper said so. He read it again, slowly hoping the words would change.

I'm sorry. Love Orihime.

Gripping his phone tightly, Ichigo growled and threw it across the kitchen smashing it against the far wall.

Still holding the note in his hand, he read it repeatedly, imprinting the words in his mind.

I'm sorry. Love Orihime

He growled again.

This wasn't the first time Orihime disappeared on him. Last time, she was kidnapped by that man and his murderous thugs. She came back to him -a month later- but she still came back. However, this time he wasn't even sure if she would come back this time. Back to him. The note she wrote proved it.

He begged her last night for her not to leave him. She said she wouldn't. She told him she wouldn't go. But at this very moment, she was not there. She wasn't with him. She didn't stay till the morning. She left him alone only with the memory of their hard lovemaking. He poured his soul into that moment. He felt she had done the same.

He saw the tears she cried. Those were the tears of someone in love… right?

He balled his hands into fists. The time they spent together was imprinted into his mind. And they were supposed to keep imprinting those moments together for as long as they wanted to. Orihime was supposed to be here with him. But she wasn't.

Orihime was with him. The very man he, himself said that he would rescue her from.

Sōsuke Aizen.

He ran his hands through his hair groaning out loud in frustration.

Ichigo was startled by the loud banging on his front door.

"Orihime?" Running to his door he swung it open finding it unlocked, only to come face to face with Kisuke Urahara. Frowning, "Oh..." Ichigo slowly moved out of the way inviting the officer in. "I thought you were someone else." Closing the door, he passed Kisuke.

"Well good morning to you too," he smiled. Ichigo mumbled a good morning. Suddenly snapping his head around, he faced Kisuke.

"Where the hell were you? You were supposed to be here since last night. Why the fuck are you just showing up?" Ichigo yelled.

Putting up his hands to defend himself, Kisuke shook his head. "Look man, I came but left. Not to sound like a pervert… but last night it sounded like you had everything under control. I mean, from the sounds I was hearing. I just left and decided to come back later… meaning now." He smiled looking down at his watch. "So where is she? I hope you didn't wear her out that she can't answer a few questions," he said looking up while smirking.

Ichigo frowned then turned away.

"She's gone…" he grumbled. Walking into his kitchen, he sat at the island table.

Kisuke frowned, taking a seat across from him. "What do you mean 'she's gone'? You can't be serious? Did she go home?"

"I highly doubt it," running a hand through his orange mane.

"What do you mean? What happened between then and now?"

"I don't know," he sighed.

"Ichigo, for the love of God, what do you mean you don't know? She was here just a few hours ago. What could have gone wrong?"

"Like I said I don't know. She was with me last night, and when I woke up this morning she was gone."

"So, what you're telling me is that she came here to say her last goodbyes to leave again? Did she go back to that guy?" Kisuke asked.

Ichigo stared at the marble table.

Kisuke shook his head. "Shit, do you know what this means. If she's with him, that means she went with him willingly. I can't really arrest him for kidnapping if the victim is coming and going as she pleases." Rubbing his stubbled chin, he sighed. "I really hope it's not a case of Stockholm Syndrome, if it is… well I'm not sure if it's good or bad at this point."

Ichigo clenched his teeth. "You don't think I know that!" Calming down a tad, he continued. "And with this shit she pulled; this case may be thrown out because… I don't know when really, but she told me they're engaged. If they get married, well, can't really testify against your spouse now, can you?"

Kisuke snapped his head towards the orange-haired male. "You can't be serious?"

"Unfortunately, I wish I wasn't." Standing up from the table, then passing the officer, Ichigo stepped on his shattered phone and began walking up the stairs. "Look, I gotta head to my office. If I find out anything, I'll be sure to call you." Clenching his fists, "This is some fucked up shit," he continued. "Lock the door on your way-out man."

"Ichigo!" But the only response he received was the slamming of a door.

Pulling out his phone, Kisuke dialed his partner's number.

"Yoruichi, we have a crisis on our hands. Start rounding up the evidence we have so far. I'll meet you at the office in twenty minutes." Hanging up, he took a quick glance up the stairs. Turning away, he shook his head.

Is she really going to marry him?

He sighed, walking towards the door. He had to put his planning into action earlier than expected. Hopefully, everything was ready.

Orihime sat in her office typing up some extra viewpoints to be added to the next month's issued magazine.

"Ms. Inoue, you have a Mr. Aizen waiting to see you," said Momo through the intercom.

The auburn-haired woman sighed. Responding, "Let him in."

Pushing away from her desk, she stood up and walked around her desk prepared to meet Sōsuke.

The door opened, revealing Momo first then the said man in a midnight red Versace suit with black Gaziano Girling shoes to match stepping in after. His hair was in an unusual scholarly style that she had never seen before while wearing square-shaped eyeglasses.

Orihime raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at his attire.

Bowing, Momo slowly closed the door.

"Well, this is unexpected to see you here. Shouldn't you be working… like most CEOs?"

"My dear, it's because I'm a CEO of a billion-dollar company that I don't have to tolerate mediocre things," he smiled.

"Right…" Orihime folded her arms over her ample chest and leaned against her desk. "What can I do for you?"

Aizen slowly walked around her office, taking in the exquisite view of Tokyo.

"Just checking in on my lovely fiancé. Is that too much to do?" he smiled, walking back towards Orihime.

She shook her head.

"If you're checking on me to see if I'm still having any relations with Mr. Kurosaki, then don't worry your evil skimming mind. I've kept a low profile and I haven't contacted him since the last time I've seen him." Pushing off her desk, she walked towards a small table across from her work desk. "Do you want some tea, or something else? Scotch perhaps?" she asked politely.

Stroking his chin, he grinned. "It's pretty early to be drinking alcohol, is it not?"

"It's happy hour somewhere in the east," she replied.

"Scotch would be nice then." Grabbing a small glass, Orihime placed three cubed pieces of ice inside before pouring him some of the brown liquid. Pouring herself a cup without ice, she walked over to him and handed him the glass.

Drowning hers down in one gulp to calm her irking nerves, she walked back to her couch and plopped down. Aizen eyed her actions. His eyes followed her slender, yet curvaceous perfect body. From her delicate arched feet in black stiletto heels, her shapely legs hidden under a knee length line olive green skirt tighten with a small black belt, with an opened collared tucked in black shirt, and setting it off with her high ponytail with her bangs parted to show off her round face.

Taking a sip, he walked over to her opposite couch and sat down. Placing his leg on his knee, he threw his head back and sighed.

Orihime watched him silently.

Breaking the peace, Sōsuke lifted his head and made eye contact with her amber orbs. "Three weeks, then everything will be finalized. I would advise that you get in contact with a wedding planner, a dressmaker, a designer, a florist, and everything else to make this wedding a great extravaganza. We have to go all out; I am an eligible bachelor marrying an eligible bachelorette."

She remained silent.

Swallowing the rest of the contents in his glass, he continued. "Keep me happy by staying off that nuisance's raider. I have a feeling this will not be the last of him. But it's a wonderful thing that I have Grimmjow keeping watch."

"When will you destroy that video?" she finally talked.

Sighing, "When I deem it necessary." Placing his foot on the floor, he leaned forward placing his empty glass on the table. "You see, you're not out of the woods yet. My dear fiancé… I can't trust you yet." Smiling, he stood up. "I probably never will." Shrugging his shoulders. "But that video is insurance. And if you happen to deceive me, I'll just let the video go viral, shattering your good girl image and destroying Sweet Treaties. The paparazzi will have a field day with that. You'll be branded as a whore while my son's reputation will skyrocket. Also… Ulquiorra is male. This is a male dominating utopia of course."

Balling her hands into fists, Orihime shook her head out of frustration. "You have me, what more do you want?" she asked standing up.

"Have you?" Pulling off his eyeglasses and throwing them on the table, Sōsuke walked around the table to tower over her. "I don't think you understand. I don't have you yet." He frowned. "Not as long as you have that," he pointed at her abdomen, "still growing inside you."

Orihime, wide-eyed, took a step back.

How does he know?

"You have to understand, with that thing growing in you, you're still connected to him. That means your heart is with him." Glaring and following her, he continued. "So, don't tell me I have you when you have a piece of him inside of you."

Taking another step back, Orihime shook her head. "I'm not aborting my baby. I deserve some happiness in this fucked up agreement."

"Happiness?" He stopped following her and laughed. "You lost your happiness the moment you went along with this agreement. The only choice you have is to abort it… willingly of course. We can make another one. One that has a mixture of myself and you."

"I'm not doing that! And I'm definitely not having sex with you, better yet having your baby. You must be kidding me." She shook her head. "You will never lay a hand on me… ever."

Something snapped in his mind.

"What?"

"You heard exactly what I said. I will never let another man touch me. He's the last man that will have me intimately." Placing her hand on her flat tummy, she smiled looking down. "Ichigo will always have my heart and soul even if you have my body. He gave me something worth my happiness." Frowning, she looked back up at him, "And you will never take that away from me!"

Silence filled the office. The sound of breathing; inhaling and exhaling was the only sound heard.

Sōsuke then began trotting toward her. Orihime backed up, her back hitting the wall. His hands then slammed against the wall, trapping her between his arms.

Her amber eyes clashed with his brown eyes.

His breath fanning against her face.

"Wrong set of words to say to your future husband, Orihime," he said breaking the tense silence.

She narrowed her eyes. "I believe it was the right ones. You don't seem to understand, just because I went along with this agreement does not mean you can boss me around. We established this the last time, did we not?"

He grinned. "Oh yes, I remember. The feel and taste of your smoothie being thrown at me." Taking his hands off the wall, he placed his hands in his pants pockets. "But that time, I didn't have anything as collateral to hold against you." Pulling out his phone. "Knowing now, that you gave your heart and soul to that man, makes it so much easier to rip that happy-go-lucky carpet right from underneath you."

"What are you talking about?" Pushing herself off the wall, she watched as he walked back across her office to the windows looking over Tokyo.

"Remember how I said I have Grimmjow keeping a close eye on your precious Kurosaki." Dialing a number, he placed the phone to his ear. "Be it as it may, I can have him removed right about now, shattering your very heart and soul."

Orihime gasped. "You wouldn't do that…?"

She heard a voice answer the call.

He smiled.

"Sōsuke… don't do anything stupid."

He then frowned. "Grimmjow. Kill him…"

Author's Notes:

Well, there it is.

Everybody loves a crazy, smooth antagonist.

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