Blame Game Chapter 1 His apple, a bleach fanfic

Good day to everyone!

This is my first fanfiction. I've been wanting to write one for a while due to the fact that I think it will greatly increase my writing and or storytelling for my own projects in the future.

The premise of this fanfiction is that Ichigo struggles with the emotional and physical consequences of having a drunken night out in the Soul Society. this might be a one shot or I might continue this. All depends on your reception! (Hopefully good...)

Hope you will enjoy!

Please send feedback/thoughts and be as honest and mean as possible! I want to improve in all aspects of my writing.

A/N: This is Cannon Divergent (Slight AU) This is post tybw, (Ichigo is 19) Lost agent arc (aka substitute shinigami arc) took a longer time, Ichigo finished school before fighting Ginjo.

Warning, this written fic has mature/adult themes and content please be aware.

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Ichigo couldn't stop, he is currently enamoured with this sweet crisp taste. He was licking, sucking, nibbling at this delicate apple, his apple. His hands, mouth were full of it throughout his indulgence, He started from the stem nibbling at it. Too easy to break, he made his way down in a slow continuous motion gliding his tongue over the firm smooth surface reaching the blossom.

"Fuck…"

Sweat trickled down his forehead, joining his foul mouth as he laps hungrily at the apples blossom. "Ahh…" He's neck aching, he sat up. Pulling the apple with him slowly sinking down, Rukia is gleeful. Her eyes glossed with her drunken tears, a permanent smile etched upon her face.

"Ichi…-go."

His hands roaming her petite breasts rubbing and pulling at her erect nipples, caused her to moan. The illicit sound travelled through her body, he could feel her pleasure. His hard erection etched between her plumb ass. One hand drifted lower, taking a handful of her doughy ass. Oh god how he loved it, she bucked at his frantic meeding. Slicking the base of his crotch with her wetness. "Rukia, fuck." he gripped her waist hoisting her up in the air, wrapping her legs around him pulling him closer. Her free hand guiding his pulsing member into her waiting pussy.

"Hangh…"

He was swallowed to his base, Rukia felt his every movement and twitch. Lifting her up again until his cocks head was the only thing left inside before slamming her down on his needy cock. A visceral moan came from Rukia, her head leaning back in absolute pleasure. Her hand trying to find a place before his next attack. Ichigo moved her again, repeating the motion holding her steadily. "Aghhh!" trying to muffle the sounds of her lewdness was not working. He carried on, his lust was fueling him, Rukia upper body flailed around not finding a reliable hold. She couldn't at that moment really, Ichigo was doing wonders. Moving his head Ichigo gripped one the rogue bouncing nipples and nippled tenderly.

"Fuck, fuck!" Rukia finally found land, scraping his back with her nails. Letting go was letting her controlled self give up to her feral lust. Ichigo grabbed her thighs instead, and began standing up.

"Wall." is all he could muster, he had captured her lips. Wobbly steps matched with his quaking thrusts, was enough for Rukia's muffler to fall off. "AHHHH!" breaking away from his searing lips.

"OOHHHH, ICHI- AHHH!"

Ichigo made it, Rukia back felt the cold wall against her. It sent shivers throughout her body, slowly tightening her pleasure filled pussy. "Hmmm." Ichigo had stopped her from getting attention, he snaked his tongue to her lips inserting it stifling her moans. Ichigo's thrusts became unpredictable, he lost control. Only Rukia, it's on his mind constantly. This woman, fuck he needed her even more. Squelching and slapping, their love making was sending them over the edge. Ichigo's ears loved it. He was doing this to her, him.

"Mhmmmmm…" they both moaned.

Minutes seemed like aeons, so enthralled with the other. Ichigo couldn't last any longer, one last thrust he sank deep into her snatch. Filling her womb, Rukia biting into his shoulder nails scraping his upper back. She came long ago but this caused her to do more than orgasm. For a brief second her disgust was etched upon her eyes. She fucked up, she fucked it, she fucking enjoyed it.

Morning came, Ichigo had the gentle sun kissing his eyelids awake. They fluttered open, scowl forming upon his face. "Stupid, Rangiku I'll never go with you to drink again." he said quietly to himself. What a headache he had, it pulsed if he simply moved his head. "Great…" Looking at the ceiling, what he could see was not his temporary quarters or even Kukaku's. Lifting himself up by placing his hands behind his back Ichigo scanned the walls, there was a sweat stain on one of them. Ichigo had a sudden flash of realisation occur. "Oh shit." He blurted, he remembered everything in that moment.

"Mmmm…" Rukia rustled the shared blanket, her back turned towards Ichigo.

"We-I?" Ichigo slowly turned his head seeing Rukia sparse back and naked shoulder, the evidence was there. It was her, they had done it the previous night, it was quite a romp.

Ichigo rubbed his temple with his right hand, sitting up straight he put his hands in his lap. He became distracted as he remembered every piece of detail that occurred leading up to their encounter. Him taking Rukia back to her division quarters, since it was the closest place to sleep in. "Her lieutenant quarters." Running his hand through his head Ichigo sighed.

Reaching out he brought his hand on Rukia's shoulder gently rubbing it with his thumb in circular motion. "R-..." He shut himself up not wanting to startle her, rather let his hands do the job.

"Ahhhh-hhaaaaaa." Yawning Rukia reached out and held the hand that was touching her shoulder, touching!? Rukia shot up sitting on the futon, she looked around practically blind with droopy eyes adjusting to the morning light. "What? Who?" Rukia rubbed her eyes, she stopped mid way through, the sudden realisation. The hand, she was in her quarters, naked on her spare futon and a blanket to spare. THE HAND!? Rukia looked to her right and covered her chest with her hands instinctively.

"Who are y- Ichigo? Ichigo!" Rukia scampered back, taking the blanket with her colliding into the wall. Ichigo was dazed and confused, for a second such visceral reaction. He was sitting naked, everything to be seen by her. His hard abs, toned arms, small scars scattered around his body. He's multiple long legs, 'Stop…' she echoed throughout her mind. This was her friend, she hated that memory of them of the previous night.

"Rukia I-"

"Ichigo…" Rukia's eyes looked lost as she stared at the blanket, it was her shield and protection.

"Yes?" It was his fault wasn't it, getting up he began to find his last articles of his clothing littered throughout the quarters.

"Ichigo." She said looking at him, she gathered her knees to her chest. Turning around he saw her, she looked defeated.

"We did it, didn't we?"

"Yeah. Quite a night?" He said, trying to lighten the mood.

"What did I do?" She was silently crying, a hushed whisper was all that could be said. Tears gently cascading down.

He walked towards her, grabbing her shoulders. He needed to confirm. "Rukia-"

"Go away…" she pushed at his chest, leaning her head against the wall she closed her eyes.

"Now?"

"..." Silence was his answer.

His suspicions confirmed he had done something,He repeated to himself what Rukia said as he got dressed, leaving the room quietly. This was the first of many things that would cause their relationship to diminish.

More than a week had passed, and Ichigo had been actively avoiding her out of concern. He didn't want to make this dumpster fire into a house fire. Attempts were made by hanging out with Chad and Orihime at Kukaku's. Renji was a welcomed addition as well, granted he had been asking these mind numbing questions. Ichigo wasn't so sure what he was asking for, nor did he find them interesting seeing he was also dealing with questions he had no answers to.

"You think I would have a chance?" They were overlooking a river in lower districts of Rukongai.

"Huh…?" Ichigo was dazed.

"Do you think I have a chance?" He repeated again.

"Why wouldn't you? Who is it anyways?" Ichigo was becoming quite annoyed, Renji had made it his problem now. Ichigo was just relaxing when his pineapple haired friend came all the way to bother him.

"Bah, I could not possibly tell you… You would just make fun of me." Renji smiled at Ichigo, seeing if he could make him get out of his stupor.

"You don't have too, wouldn't really help you telling me. Knowing you, you would definitely fail." Ichigo retorted with a laugh.

"You bastard." Renji lightly punched his shoulder.

"Look, I'm in a situation myself. I actually don't know what to do." Ichigo brought his hand to his temple, rubbing it. This headache was still killing them.

"It's painful isn't it?" Renji chuckled.

"Yeah…" Ichigo got up, It was his time to confront his problem.

"Where are you going?" Renji was quite enjoying the time with Ichigo.

"To deal with my mess, I'll see you tonight for dinner at Kukaku's?"

"Yeah, you're only here a few more days before you're heading back to the World of the Living. I wouldn't want to miss it."

Ichigo started walking, before raising his hand and waving to Renji as he walked away back facing away. "Bye, Renji. Hopefully your head doesn't explode while thinking."

Renji laughed while basking in the afternoon warmth. "Yeah, whatever."

Ichigo reached Rukia's quarters, He could feel her inside. She most definitely felt him arrive already. Ichigo took a deep breath before lightly tapping the shoji doors. Ichigo hated the silence that arrived after his last knock, it ate at him churning his stomach. Rukia could not ignore him now, this would have been his last opportunity to fix things before he le-.

"Come in…" Rukia thought interrupted his scrambling mind.

Sliding the shoji door open slowly Ichigo took a step in, he reached backwards and closed the door. Looking at the ground he didn't want to look at Rukia at the moment, any eye contact right now would just break something in him. "Ichigo, it's good to see you." Rukia looked at the man in front of her and smiled, such a plastic mask. Ichigo looked up, she had two stacks of reports to her left, clearly she had been dealing with a backlog due to Ukitake-taicho's death. She held her pen with a vice grip, she wasn't going to lose control in front of him.

"Hey, Rukia…" Ichigo continued walking and sat opposite her at the desk.

"We need to talk."

"Yes." She answered with haste, the topic wasn't something she was comfortable with. Silence waited neither wanted to start it, this awkward conversation. Seconds turned to minutes of them listening to each other breathing, it reminded them of that night.

"We were drunk." Ichigo started, he brushed his hair with his hand. Soft delicate spikes. "Most definitely were." She added looking down at her hand. "We didn't know what we were doing."

"I agree, it was our bodies talking not our souls." Rukia came in hot, Ichigo felt a twinge of pain in his soul. "Do you regret it?" Shit he shouldn't have, but deep down he needed to know. She was his first, maybe he felt obligated to know if there were some underlying feelings attached to her?

"It's in the past, we can move on. We will pretend tha-"

"Like hell we will!" He could not let her finish those words, he was stained by her body still etched on his mind like an elegant painting.

"I can't go around and pretend that what we did didn't happen. It's engraved, there's no suppressing that. It will be for null." Ichigo had placed his hand on the edge of the table gripping it slightly, he had no idea what he was saying at this point. His scowl usually deepened, he tried to monitor her face. 'There's her Kuchiki training coming through.' she remained thin lipped, expressionless, except for the alternating release and gripping of her pen in her right hand. He didn't catch on. She took a deep breath, she hated what was about to escape her lips. It had to be done, for the betterment of both. She didn't want to be obligated to him at all, it felt wrong. she fucked up.

"I can't let a child like you, catch feelings for me. You're a child, no perceived notion will change that at all. Nothing less, Nothing more." Ichigo pulled back, his face shocked and flustered, she hit the nail on the head.

"World's separate us, maturity separates us. You're not more than a-" she tried to continue her attack, but just like Ichigo does he went head first. Moving fast he made his way around the desk grabbing her right hand, she dropped the pen. Ichigo did something he wasn't entirely sure was right, but at that moment it might have been the best option.

He angled his head slightly looking at her eyes, wavering with uncertainty. He didn't need to cross blades to see what was hidden underneath them. He reached out with his spare hand and lifted her chin, pulling her face towards his. Rukia was stunned.

Lips connected, there was a moment a stillness both felt. Just simply enjoying each other's touch. Ichigo began again, poking his tongue out as he wanted access now. She did it subconsciously, letting him in. He paid no heed and began ravaging her mouth; swapping saliva, sucking tongue. Minutes had gone as both continued, he reached with both hands cupping her face, then using the other to snake into her uniform. Rukia immediately jerked back stopping the two from kissing, she whimpered silently. She didn't know lust was strong within her or was it love. She couldn't handle it. Taking her free hand she took Ichigo's intruding hand and gave it back to him on his lap. Rukia sighed.

"Ichi-" Rukia was interrupted again, he had a knack for it today.

Pulling her onto lap, she wrapped her legs around his waist, leaning her head against his broad shoulders.

"Rukia… give me a chance, that's all I ask for, just one chance to see." He whispered into her neck, causing her hair to stand.

"I know you felt it, there might be something in there for us. Please don't lie to me."

He was right about something, she was definitely feeling something. Lust, love and likeness could not be discerned.

Rukia started to cry, he felt the droplets roll down onto his arm. "Just once…"

He had thought these were tears of joy, she had thought they were tears of joy. She knew deep down, it wasn't.

"I'll come to you tomorrow, we will chat some more." Ichigo began stroking her hair.

Ichigo was enamoured by the smell of the Shiba's dinner, so much variety and unique dishes hadn't been seen before. "Where's Rukia?" Orihime called out, she was sitting next to kukaku, everyone was sitting in a circle around a large assortment of food. "She was overburdened with paperwork, so she sent her regards." Ichigo called out. Laughter and joy spread throughout the dining hall, Isshin had been quiet, too quiet. "Oi, Oyaji." Ichigo was looking at his dad, he was contemplating heavily.

"Ichigo." That was a surprise for him, his dad was certainly serious.

"Come, I need to discuss something with you alone." Getting up, Isshin turned around and headed for the large double doors. Ichigo got up and excused himself.

"Whamt's thmat amout?" Orihime had questioned, looking at her friend's mouth filled with freshly baked bread. "Family business!" Kukaku said loudly before giving an earthy chuckle hitting the table with her large cup of sake. 'It's not my right to involve them at this point, it's a desperate matter…'

Ichigo made outside the compound into the night air, he saw his father looking at the starry night. "Ichigo, it's nice seeing family again." He saw where this was going, Shiba's were and always would be open books. Granted he was one. "Ichigo, the Shiba clan is going to be inaugurated back as a noble clan."

"Politics bore me, get to the point old man." Ichigo didn't want to prance around these awfully high hedges. He walked until he was shoulder to shoulder with Isshin. "The Shiba clan is on the verge of extinction, the clan and its people will fall apart."

"Wasn't it already on the verge?" Ichigo wasn't catching on.

"Kukaku, Ganju and others who are part of the clan won't be under central 46's protection. They're fresh meat for people wanting to have their revenge." Isshin sighed, he didn't like what he was about to say.

"I highly doubt they would target them?" Ichigo interjected, now he was confused.

"Actions made in blood in our past, will find a way to haunt us." Isshin looked at his son, a dumbfounded look adorned on his face. "Our family being one of the original four noble houses, we didn't become what we are due to some predestined crap. We were a vicious, cruel family. But that's a story for another time." Ichigo's face became pale at the mere thought of what really was the true purpose of the Shiba clan.

Isshin put one hand on Ichigo's shoulder. "Ichigo, central 46 have given me provisional clearance to come back as head of the clan."

Ichigo was left speechless, now this wasn't where he had expected things to go. "It's not immediate, I have a couple of years before I'm acquitted for leaving my post. But until then, we will be readying the family to move here permanently." Now this was something more shocking. He was determined to move both him and his sisters here, sisters that weren't clued up about a lot of things regarding the spiritual world?

"How long?" He needed to know, and enjoyed his life in the world of the living. He had hopes and dreams he wanted to chase, Rukia was here though. Rukia was here… His mind was made up just as fast as the words that left his dads mouth. He was going to follow his dad.

"5 years give or take, there's discussion upon discussion before they even begin proceedings. That's just my estimate." Taking a cigarette out of his Shihakusho, nibbling his finger, he used his blood to create a small flame from Engetsu to light it.

"Well, that's enough time to prepare them…" Ichigo rubbed his hair, before turning back and walking. "Let's enjoy ourselves for now before we have to use our brains again." Isshin chuckled and followed his son. The ensuing evening was much of a delight to everyone, Renji left early though it wasn't like him to miss an opportunity to drink!

"I'm off to see Rukia today." Ichigo said to his dad as he sat with Ganju and Kukaku. It was fairly late into the morning, Ichigo had washed up and spiffed himself up for Rukia. "Huh." Isshin said loudly, Ichigo's attention was immediately caught and he stopped in his tracks. "What?" Ichigo turned around, it was too late. Isshin had made it to Ichigo and attempted a flying kick in his stomach which was immediately repealed. Single swift hand came down and chopped at Isshin's neck rendering him unconscious for mere seconds. "What the hell!" He gave his dad a good kick at his shins. "My son is a grown man, he's going to go see my lovely third daughter and finally tie the knot!"

Ichigo blushed before he gave a wallop on Isshin's forehead. "Shut up! I'm only going to talk to her!" Ichigo stamped his way banging the double doors wide open before making his way out of Rukongai into the Seireitei.

Walking, his hands in his pockets, Ichigo went past the 6th division barracks. Walking in he noted how the damages of war had badly affected the entire Seireitei. Buildings, Rubble and roofing tiles were a common occurrence scattered about the road and paths. Byakuya's office had been completely rebuilt since his last visit. Knocking on the shoji door, Ichigo waited. "Enter." there was that commanding voice.

Ichigo walked in and looked around his office. "Ichigo Kurosaki, what might I do for you?"

"I'm looking for Renji, just wanted to make sure he was all good. He left quite early last night." Ichigo looked at Byakuya who gave a resounding umph, before speaking again. "Renji requested the day off, he had sent a Hell butterfly to notify me. I have not seen him." Byakuya took the pen in his hand and proceeded to sign several papers in quick succession. "Thanks Byakuya." Ichigo proceeded to leave the office and made his way to Rukia. 'That boy still doesn't respect my title.' Byakuya thought in amusement. Some people never change even if war occurs.

Walking to Rukia's division felt like he was being impeded, this gut feeling that was aching inside of him. He never had this feeling, last time was when he fought Aizen. He was consumed by it, he stopped walking and caught his breath. This was truly affecting him mentally and physically. Nervousness never felt so bad before, was his body not accustomed to this sinking feeling? Might as well be, dealing with war and battles hardened his body. But not his soul to the likes of love. Shaking it off, he strided in confidence. That helped.

He made it to the 13th, He asked around to the unseated members of the division where of Rukia whereabouts. All directed him to her quarters.

"Thanks." every single one of them smiled, but he didn't smile back. There was something thick in the air. It made trouble breathing, it swayed his movements and his steps uncontrollable for a bit. 'What the hell?' Kind of pathetic. What was up with him? Something screamed in his soul, he wasn't listening at all. Steadfast and head first he carried on walking. Heart pounding, head spinning.

Making it to her personal quarters, he saw the Shoji slightly ajar. Room enough for his fingers to open up. Reaching his hand out, he halted for a second. Was seeing Rukia again, even though they had sorted out what happened, this nerve wrecking? A deep breath, gently Ichigo pulled the Shoji door open. The soft sound of the door sliding, the wind whistling behind made this utterly excruciating.

"I want to explore what we have." a hushed whisper came from within the office.

"I might…." His mind went off course as he heard those two words, he didn't hear the rest of it. He didn't need to.

"Ahhh…" He could tell, he knew now what they were up too.

Closing the Shoji door quietly, however in his moment of weakness became more of a slam.

"Who's there?" Renji's voice, who would've figured it out. He was a fool for not adding it up.

Walking away slowly, his face drained of colour. Everything felt zoomed out; he could hear better, see better; everything was on high alert. The scuffling of bodies was evident, he walked at faster pace right now he didn't want to see them. See her.

"Fuck, clear as day." Rubbing his temples, thinking back to what she had said that morning. 'What did you do…' he thought to himself over and over again.

Shoji's door slamming alerted him that one of them was coming. He had covered a large distance, surely this would stop them from pursuing. No, Rukia using Shunpo she made it. She outstretched her hands and pushed on his chest, halting him temporarily. "Ichigo, please…" Her usual lovely hair was in disarray, her Shihakushō was in disarray, her sash not properly tied almost coming undone. Most of all her voice was in pain, it was; screeching, grinding like steel. He could hear it, but chose to ignore it.

"Please what? We agreed to meet here, did we not?" He brought his hand to hers on his chest and pushed aside causing her to stumble to the left of him allowing him to carry on walking. Turning around fast, he pulled on his pants. Desperately. Ichigo turned around. He needed to get away and confrontation was the best way to do that.

"Rukia, this was what you wanted from the beginning." Ichigo looked down, his face in an angry scowl.

"I-no-... we. Ichigo, please." This wasn't convincing enough, she was breaking inside, he was already broken.

"I think that…" He averted to her wavering eyes and looked at the sky.

"We should cut ties here, I'm only a child in your eyes 'Nothing less, Nothing more', right?"

"..." Rukia looked down, she was kneeling she hadn't realised that her chest was exposed. The knot was awful. She covered her chest, retying the sash. There was a considerable bubbling sensation occurring within her throat, she wanted to puke all these emotions and words.

Looking up, Ichigo was staring at her, waiting. "Ichigo, This wasn't right of me to do this…" Was that her answer? Ichigo couldn't be mad, furious was better. He clenched his fist tightening it until blood trickled. 'Some joke she played me for.' A masterpiece performance for sure.

'Rain?' Rukia, looked to where the single consistent drop of liquid was coming from. Her mouth hangs open, she did this. A single tear came rolling down, that was all the energy she had left for anyways.

"Maybe in another life we treated each other better; didn't have drinks that night, didn't meet in Karakura." Turning and walking, he took two steps before looking over his shoulders. "It's best if we cut ties. I wouldn't want to cause you hassles from now on."

"Besides, If it was truly wrong, it wouldn't feel so right." What was he referring to? Was it that she couldn't justify what she did with Renji?

She was left speechless, only incoherent murmurs touched his ears.

He left in a series of Shunpo, he was truly gone. A defeated smile adorned her face, 'This was the only way.' She got what she wanted originally.

Renji reached Rukia minutes after the exchange, taking his time to change. "Did you explain to him?" He reached and placed his hand on her shoulder from behind. Rukia writhed in discomfort in her mind, she couldn't be near another man for this moment. "Yeah…" Renji didn't know anything.

That's it for now, I might leave this as one shot or continue. As previously stated!

A/N: Hopefully you enjoyed!