A.N.: This was written in collaboration with BlueShard20.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach!
Warning: lemon!
Accidental Fulfillment
Karakura Motel
It was almost ten o'clock by the time Ichigo's eyes blinked open. The young man sat up and yawned as he slowly woke up. Unlike Ikumi, he didn't share her hangover but his body did feel just as sore.
"Damn! Did I spend all night fighting Hollows again?" Ichigo put a hand to his head and groaned. His head was foggy, like cotton had been shoved into his brain; the boy was unable to recall anything that happened between him and the woman he met at the bar.
His sore body slowly started to wake the war hero up to the reality of his situation. As soon as his blurry vision cleared, he noticed his clothes all over the floor and he was stark naked.
Ichigo's eyes widened to their very limit as reality came crashing down on him. "Wait a minute…did I have sex with her last night!"
Scrambling out of bed, the naked teen hurried into the hotel's bathroom and saw himself in the mirror. Ichigo was utterly shocked at his disheveled appearance; bite marks littered his shoulder and when he turned around, his back looked like a cat's scratching post. Looking down at his little zanpakuto, he saw that it was sticky from love juices and dried cum.
Ichigo facepalmed and slowly sat down on the bathroom's toilet. He wasn't ashamed at what he did but he felt a wave of sadness wash over him, as if he'd been robbed of something precious. "I don't fucking believe it. Losing my virginity is one thing…hell, I'm glad it was to someone so hot. I can take that. But…I can't believe I don't remember anything!"
He stood up and looked back at the man in the mirror. "My first time with a woman and I can't even remember it! Dammit! Dad's always taught me that a man's first time is supposed to be special and I can't remember a single thing! Dammit!" Ichigo slammed his head on the sink counter sulking.
Knowing that it was no good to just cry about it, Ichigo turned on the sink to clean himself up before he gathered his clothes…
Meanwhile…
Urahara Shop
Ururu and Jinta peeked into Yoruichi's bedroom. There werecat was slumped onto her futon, head buried down into the cushion while she groaned, her hangover hitting her like a brick to the head. The room was so gloomy that the twins could practically see the rain cloud hovering over the woman's head.
Jinta scoffed, crossing his arms. To see someone as proud as Yoruichi act so melancholy seemed pathetic to the arrogant teen. "The hell is her problem? All she did was call out that idiot for not having a love life! He's done nothing but fight since he got powers; he's basically just a meathead obsessed with fighting."
Ururu looked at her friend disappointingly. "Jinta, Yoruichi hurt him. And she knows it."
Jinta glared back at the girl. "So the guy throws a tantrum, wrecks our table and leaves us to fix the mess?! If he's going to be a big baby about it, he should just get a girl right now!"
"But his high school finals are coming up in a few weeks. He has other obligations," insisted Ururu, who understood Ichigo's plight more than Jinta ever would.
"Who cares?! If he's going to get angry, that means he's a loser and Yoruichi was right! If-"
A shudder crept up his spine and his eyes turned back to the dark room. Golden eyes stared at him with hot anger, shutting him up instantly. Jinta slowly back away from the door and turned around to quietly walk away, only to find himself face to face with Yoruichi. He turned around to beg Ururu for support, only to find that the girl wisely ditched him and left him to his fate.
"You insult Ichigo one more time, Jinta, and I'll show you what you missed during the fight with Aizen and Yhwach…" Her scowl could have given Ichigo's a run for its money.
Step by step Jinta backed away from her. 'B-but you were insulting him yesterday! Why can't I do that too?"
Step by step Yoruichi stalked Jinta, looming over him like a shadow. "I was drunk, Jinta. You don't have the excuse. She backed the boy against the wall, making him turn white as a sheet.
Holding out her hand, Yoruichi flicked her finger to his forehead. It was an incredibly mild act at best but the sheer force behind it was like a punch from a boxer and it knocked Jinta out, the redhead falling face first onto the floor.
Going back to her room and shutting the door, Yoruichi threw herself back upon her futon and groaned, her head still hurting. As she lay there in the dark, an odd memory came to her, one that brought a tiny smile to her face.
Thirteen years ago…
On the front porch of the little candy shop, two women sat down and talked while the husband of one of the women was busy inside buying candy for their boy. Said boy was playing nearby with a rubber ball.
"He's quite the cutie!" Yoruichi smiled as she watched the boy play. "Better watch out when he gets older, he might be drowning in girls.
"Yes, he's my little prince charming," said Masaki with a loving smile, her hair tied in a ponytail while she happily watched her boy play with his ball.
Yoruichi sipped her tea and thought about it. Technically Ichigo was a prince since his father was the head of the Shiba Clan's branch family. However, she knew there was no point in bringing it up; odds were that Ichigo might never know his Soul Reaper heritage and would live a normal life as an ordinary Human.
"Speaking of girls, that reminds me. What about you, Masaki? Having twin daughters must be tough."
Masaki laughed at her choice of words. She always found the former Soul Reaper to be quite charming and between her, Kisuke and Isshin, made the Quincy reevalutate her opinon on Soul Reapers. "Yuzu and Karin are doing fine. They do drive their daddy wild. I'm surprised we haven't heard them begging for more candy in there," she added, looking back at the door to the candy shop. "But I figured Ichigo could use some time to play since me and Isshina re busy with the twins."
"That's good to hear they're doing well. But I am quite curious. Do you think Ichigo will be a Soul Reaper like his father? Or a Quincy like his daring mother?" she asked with a smirk.
The Quincy stared at her boy with a concerned expression. "Don't know. We'll just have to wait and see how things play out." Her smile turned sad. "It will be hard for him to understand why he's so different from the other children. He can already see ghosts. Isshin and I don't know how his powers will manifest as they get over. But it's alright." Her smile returned as she looked back at Yoruichi. "I'll be there for him when that time comes."
"Well said." She grabbed a small pitcher of tea that sat next to her and refilled hers and Masaki's cups. As she put the pitcher back down, she noticed the mischevious look on Masaki's face. "What?"
"Yoruichi, when you were saying that Ichigo would be drowning in cute girls, would that include you too?"
The question was more innocent fun but it made Yoruichi spit out her tea. "Huh?!"
"Kidding! I finally got you, Miss Tease-A-Lot!" laughed the Quincy mother, having finally gotten a surprise out of her friend. She pulled a handkerchief out of her purse and handed it to Yoruichi to clean herself up. "But hey, I wouldn't mind having you as a daughter-in-law."
"Hah! Well you better hope that Ichigo isn't drowning in the ladies then!" laughed Yoruichi while handing her back her handkerchief. "A toast to Ichigo being a chick magnet!"
The two grinning ladies clinked their cups together while continuing to watch Ichigo play…
Back to the present…
Unagiya Household
Ikumi finally made it back to her house early in the morning. It wasn't a simple task for the tired woman, what with her lower half hammered hard courtesy of Ichigo and their raunchy night together. She had to take a train ride since her legs haven't recovered yet, unable to take a cab since she used up so much money on her bar tab and the hotel room.
It was nothing short of sheer luck that nobody bothered to look at her messed up face on the train ride home. Her trip to the pharmacy, however, was not fortunate. While she was buying the morning after pills, the teen cashier stared at her ruined face awkwardly. He stayed silent throughout the whole transaction but on her way out, Ikumi overheard him muttering, "Sheesh, what a whore." Had Ikumi not been so embarrassed and tired, she would have ran back in and knocked a few of his teeth out. But she had bigger problems to worry about now that she was home.
The moment Ikumi opened the door, she needed to make sure her son wasn't home from his sleepover yet. "Kaoru! Are you home?!"
Silence was her answer.
"For once I'm glad my boy isn't home!" Dashing inside, she headed for the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge to take some of the pills. As soon as she finished gulping them down, Ikumi shambled into the bathroom and locked the door. Even though the house was empty, she didn't want anyone to find her ruined clothe from her late night adventure.
Stripping out of her clothes until she was naked, Ikumi turned on the hot shower and let her shame melt away. Breathing heavily, Ikumi sat down on the shower floor, hugging her knees. The shower did wonders on killing her hangover's headache but that only left her to dwell on her thoughts.
"I can't believe I did that. I'm his boss. How could I not have known it was him? But…I couldn't tell it was him with that damn hat! I was too used to seeing his orange hair." Sighing, Ikumi stood back up on her wobbly legs and grabbed a sponge and started to scrub herself clean. As she was cleaning herself, her mind drifted back to that night with Ichigo and how Ichigo made her feel like a woman for the first time in years. "That boy…no, I should definitely call him a man now."
Ikumi was too mentally exhausted to care that her thoughts were drifting. She remembered that hot night of passion and how he manhandled her in bed. "He was playing with my body like a toy and hit my weak spots so hard. Was he really a virgin or is he just that good at sex?"
Unconsciously her hand let go of her sponge and traveled down to her honeypot. Recalling how he pounded her like a beast relit the passionate fire inside of her. Her free hand grabbed her breast and squeezed.
The mother's mind and body betrayed Ikumi as she realized she was masturbating in the shower to the thought of Ichigo and she couldn't stop herself. Knowing it was pointless, her will easily gave in. Leaning back against the wall of the shower, Ikumi spread her legs wide and went with the pleasure, picturing Ichigo in the shower fucking her again.
Her face returned to the perverted mask she wore the night as her instincts took over. "Yeah! Yeah! Give it to me! Give me that cock, you bad boy! Fuck me!" She buried her fingers inside her pussy, her fingers going right for her G-spot. "Yes! Right there! Ichigo! Right there!" Climax came quickly to Ikumi, her pussy squirting onto the shower floor while the woman moaned like a whore. She slumped back against the wall, letting the hot water wash over her.
"Ichigo, what have you done to me, you slacker?" she asked herself while that heated smile stayed on her face…for about a second.
"Mom!"
The sharp banging on the door brought Ikumi back to reality and she realized that her son was home. Standing up straight, she shut off her shower and poked her head out from behind the curtain. "Yes, sweetie?!"
"Are you okay?" His concern was clear, even from behind the door. "I heard you yell out when I came in!"
Now the mother's face turned pale, the fear that her son heard her calling out to Ichigo stabbing her like a knife in the gut. It took a few unsteady breaths but she managed to yell out something that passed for an excuse. "It's okay, Kaoru! Momma just stubbed her toe! I'll make you some breakfast when I get dressed, okay?"
"Okay, mommy! I'll be in my room!"
Waiting a moment to know for sure her son was gone, Ikumi let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness he bought it." Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. Grabbing a smaller towel to dry her long, black hair, Ikumi wiped the steam off her mirror. "Ichigo sure made my body remember last night, that's for damn sure." Even though Ikumi was still ashamed for having sex with an underage teen, a part of her was happy that it was someone she cared about like Ichigo.
Another part of her was hoping the alcohol made the orange-haired teen forget their night together. She knew how important it was for him to stay on track since he was about to graduate.
Putting the thoughts out of her mind, Ikumi busied herself drying off. She still needed to make her son breakfast and get ready for work. Ikumi wasn't exactly sure how would see the young man now that they did the did the deed but the least she could do was give him fewer jobs than usual so he can study.
"We both don't need any more surprises until it's time." Wrapping herself up in another towel, tightening her melons in the process, Ikumi scooped up her ruined clothes and walked back to her room for a quick change.
Unfortuantely for Ikumi there was one surprise coming her way. What neither her nor Ichigo knew was that because Ichigo's spirit energy was so powerful, it affected every part of his body including his sperm. As even though the strong anti-pregnancy pills she swallowed would normally take care of any conception, Ichigo's enhanced sperm the night before had been on the mark. The tiny tadpole showed her egg no mercy as it instantly Bankai'd through the defenseless cell and the two became one. The residual spirit energy inside of the egg helped shield it from any attempt to terminate it.
Unaware of what was going on in her womb, quietly got dress in her room while thinking about Ichigo. If he remembered the night before, they would sit down and have a conversation like grown adults. If he didn't, then she could move forward as if nothing had happened.
After all, she didn't need any more surprises.
Meanwhile…
Kurosaki House
After a quick hot shower at the hotel, Ichigo put his beanie back on and left the room to go turn in the room key at the front desk. He asked the person at the desk if he had the name of the woman he spent the nght with but the man refused his request, citing that they couldn't disclose private information and that the woman specifically asked the desk not to say anything. Knowing it was pointless, Ichigo left the hotel lobby and headed home.
Despite the shower, his whole body felt sore. Try as he might, the teen couldn't remember the sex he had with the hot woman. He remembered some of the sensations but the rest were all blurry images. After seeing himself in the mirror, he figured that the woman, whomever she was, was really pent up for romance.
"Now that I think of it, she did have that cougar feeling when she challenged me to a drinking contest. Wait…did either of us even win?!" Sighing, Ichigo leaned back and stretched his arms above his head. "Doesn't matter. We both got what we wanted…even though I can't remember any of it!"
It didn't take him long to get home. The moment his hand turned the doorknob and opened the door, he received a traditional dropkick to the face.
"You're late, you delinquent!" Isshin sent Ichigo flying out of the doorway, his son bouncing onto the pavement. "You said you were only going to be gone for about two hours and it's almost noon!" Isshin Kurosaki crossed his arms as he stood over his son. "You were out all night, missed dinner and breakfast, left your phone on your bed and were out all night while you've got finals coming!" Tears started to comically form in his eyes. "My poor son is finally embracing his delinquency! Where did I go wron-"
Isshin didn't get to finish as Ichigo kicked him right back in the face, smashing his father into the side of the house. "Stupid old man!" Walking past his father, Ichigo closed the door behind him. Isshin slowly entered the house while the young man stepped out of his shoes. "I'm sorry I forgot my phone. Lots of crap happened and I just…I needed some time alone. I didn't mean to be out all night. Things sort of…happened."
His father groaned in pain, having forgotten just how strong his son had become. 'You've…really improved, my…boy. I've nothing left to teach you."
"You already said that."
"And it won't be the last time," said Isshin with a stupid grin and a thumbs-up.
Groaning in annoyance, Ichigo headed up to his room. Since it was the weekend and he need to study, the teen needed more time to rest. Closing the door behind him, he changed out of his clothes and slipped on an old t-shirt and shorts, hopping onto the bed. Planting his face in the pillow, Ichigo allowed himself to wallow in shame since nobody was around. Even though any semblance of the liquor wore off, he still had no memory of losing his virginity. "I'm going in circles like a stupid merry-go-round! No matter how hard I try, I can't think of anything that happened after we left the bar."
Turning his head, he looked out the window towards the rising son. Sitting up, Ichigo closed the blinds to give himself a reprieve from the harsh sunlight. "Maybe Yoruichi was right. My luck for women probably is bad. Even when I get laid, I can't remember a thing." Laying his head on the pillow, Ichigo decided to get some more rest.
Crouching on the roof of the building opposite Ichigo's house, a familiar cat observed the boy inside. Seeing Ichigo so downtrodden and melancholic before he closed the blinds made the werecat feel even worse than she had before. "What have I done?" she asked in her masculine cat voice.
The woman was still grilling herself for her poor drunken rambling. She'd sobered up rather quickly and understood that she gave Ichigo too little credit. Not once had he been given any gratitude for all he'd done since becoming a Soul Reaper and she only made things worse by pointing out what a strain it'd been on his personal life.
Kisuke told her that he'd help the teen with his studies but Yoruichi felt that it wasn't enough. She hurt Ichigo. She wanted to do more for him; even if he was still pissed at her, she wanted to do something for him. "Hmm…but what?"
A light bulb went off in her head. Beneath her black fur, the kitty's face turned red. "Maybe…but would he go for it?" She'd need to approach this plan carefully. Of all the strategies she'd done in her long life as commander of the Stealth Force and doing work for Kisuke while they were on the run, she knew this would be an incredibly difficult challenge.
Sensing the boy still inside his room, Yoruichi's eyes softened. "Ichigo, I can't take back what I said earlier. But maybe I can make it up to you." Spotting the boy's father through the clinic's window getting ready to open, she decided to go to him for help. "But first, I need to have a talk with someone who knows you best…"
Jumping down from the rooftop, Yoruichi crept her way into the clinic…
To be continued...