Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Cat Eyes ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Gaia33

<center>Chapter 1</center>

Chad fingered his coin around his neck, staring absently as the teacher droned on at the front of the quickly shrinking classroom. Chad never liked sitting still for too long. He did it a lot, no question, but he rarely enjoyed the experience. Being a naturally quiet person had its disadvantages.

The teacher wrote notes on the board, notes which Chad probably should have been copying, but he couldn't focus. Not today. His mind was so far away he didn't even notice Ichigo tossing a note on his desk. With the stealth that would make any ninja weep with joy, he flicked his wrist behind his back, tossing the note so it landed neatly on the desktop right next to Chad's hand.

It was always in the fall that Chad missed his abuelo the most. This was the time only a few years ago when the man that he had depended on for so long died, leaving him to pull himself back up from his grief and return to the country of his roots. He still missed him terribly, sometimes it hurt too much, but remembering the lessons he learned from his grandfather always made him feel a little better.

Chad shook himself out of his reverie, then noticed the small piece of paper by his hand. Glancing up at the teacher, he slunk a little lower in his seat so that Ichigo would cover any suspicious non-educational movements.

The handwriting he didn't recognize at all, which struck him as odd. He didn't get many notes, but he did observe his friend's handwriting, and this didn't belong to Rukia or Ichigo or even Orihime. The handwriting was small, somewhat funky, not practical in the least, and it was in bright green ink.

But what surprised him most of all, was that it was completely in Spanish. He couldn't have been more stunned if a hollow had ripped off his armored arm.

“Sr. Sado,

¿Por qué mira usted tan triste?

Isabel Suarez”

Chad raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't know that there was another Hispanic student here. He looked around, searching for the author of the note. When he couldn't find her, he gave up and replied to her note.

“Pierda a Isabel,

Yo no soy triste. Soy apenas muy callado. Pienso demasiado.

Yasutora Sado.”

He folded the reply, glanced up at the front of the classroom, and dropped it between Ichigo's back and the desk seat. The substitute Soul Reaper grabbed it and sent it back on its way to its mysterious sender. Chad tried to follow it, but it disappeared as it was tossed from one student to the other. He sighed softly and slumped back, waiting for the next message to come his way.

It didn't take long. Isabel apparently wrote quickly, and the note found its way back to its desk. This time, she wrote in purple, which made it a little easier to read her reply. His lips twitched in a rare smile as he read her innocent and somewhat child-like response.

“Sr. Sado,

Lo siento. El pensamiento demasiado no es una cosa mata. Quiero el pensamiento, yo obtengo para fingir como regreso en Argentina, jugando en el césped y perseguir mariposas. ¿De qué parte de Sudamérica en usted?

Isabel Suarez”

Chad fought the urge to laugh. Almost everyone knew he was from Mexico, except apparently Isabel, whoever she was. He was easy to spot being six foot six with dark skin and dark brown hair. He had to special order his uniform at the beginning of the year, he was so tall!

He found this girl extremely amusing and, though he never admitted it to any of his friends, he missed talking in his native language. He missed talking to someone who knew what it was like to feel the desert heat on their skin and discussing Aztec and Mayan history. Abuelo often told him stories about the snake-bird god and the city of gold, El Dorado. He believed if you didn't know your heritage, you didn't know yourself.

He picked up his pen, fully engrossed now in the correspondence, and began his response to the ever more intriguing if somewhat ditzy Latina.

“Pierda a Isabel,

Soy de México. Vivo allí hasta hace tres años, cuando mi abuelo se murió. ¿Querría posiblemente usted encontrar en mi casa después de la escuela? Su fue un rato desde que he hablado español o hablado acerca de México con cualquiera. Querría definitivamente continuar la conversación.

Yasutora Sado”

It only took a few minutes for Isabel's confirmation for their meeting after school. She said she'd meet him at the baseball field where the gym classes usually take place. He agreed, and the bell rang almost immediately after the last message for school to be dismissed.

After quietly requesting the notes from the day from Orihime, he made his way to the baseball field, one hand gripping his backpack strap slung haphazardly over his shoulder, the other shoved into his pants pocket. He coin dangled from his neck, flashes of light erupting as the late afternoon sun hit the metal.

Chad felt a little nervous about meeting Isabel, something he'd never felt about a girl before. He didn't date, much to the amusement of his friends, especially Ichigo who never stopped rubbing in his single status. Of course, Rukia would promptly drag him off and begin a week-long sex deprivation punishment. Ichigo rarely now teased him about his dateless life, but Chad didn't need to be reminded that while girls befriended him, he wasn't the dating type.

Sighing, he dragged his feet a little in the red dirt. The sun shone warm, the sky clear. It was much more humid here than in Mexico, which made the heat a lot worse in the summer. He could already feel a thin sheen of sweat coating his arm and chest, making the white short sleeve shirt of his uniform transparent and stick to his skin. He pulled at his collar briefly, fingers brushing against the coin, and gave up when the fabric clung back to his sweat-soaked skin.

He rounded the corner next to the dugout, still somewhat nervous, and searched silently. He found her sitting in the dugout, nose buried in a book. She still wore her uniform, the red bow brushing against the inside of her arms. He couldn't see her face, but he could tell that she did have some Hispanic blood in her. Her hair, waist length, thick, and wavy, shone in the sun a bright auburn. She pinned the top half of it back with a black band so none of it hung in her face. Her nails were naturally long, not claw-like but clean and trimmed, standing out against the fingers splayed against the cover of the copy of Don Quixote she was engrossed in. Her skin wasn't even close to being as dark as Chad's, which he had expected. Most Argentinians were descended from the Spaniard settlers. Giving them the dark hair and paler skin than those descended from the natives of South America. It still was darker than any of the other Japanese students, like a light gold.

The only jewelry she wore was a woven band on her wrist, the knot pressed against the inside of her wrist. It was definitely of Aztec descent, with a llama and mountains in the weaving. Very Argentinian.

Chad decided to stop staring at the girl and cleared his throat. Immediately she lowered her book and looked up, wide eyes pinning him with a look of curiosity and surprise.

She was definitely of Spaniard descent, with her pale eyes. They were a light green, with prominent specks of blue, silver, purple, and gold. Her pupils were tiny in the sunlight, but what he noticed the most was that the light green was outlined in a dark grey-blue, making her eyes even lighter and her pupils smaller.

“Ojos de gato.” he breathed, referring to her cat-like eyes. They even pointed upward at the corners, framed by dark, sooty lashes. Her auburn eyebrows lifted in surprise, and a faint blush tinged her cheeks. Her lips, in true Latina fashion, were naturally a dark, dusky pink and full, and her small white teeth bit her lip, whether in embarrassment or amusement, he didn't know.

“Gracias,” she whispered, giving him a gentle, radiant smile. Amazing, he thought faintly, how that one smile seemed to undo him completely. He had to snap his attention back to her eyes again when she spoke in Japanese this time. “You are Sado-san?”

“Yes. And you are Isabel?”

She nodded, then began speaking in the language that Chad had missed more than he believed possible. The words brought another aching to his heart, one that he hadn't felt in a long time, since he first arrived in the country.

“So, Senior Yasutora, are we going to your house?”

He nodded and watched as she stood up, brushing the red dust from the bench from her skirt. When she reached for her backpack, he grabbed it first, holding it by the cloth loop at the top. She blushed again and held her book to her chest. Chad tried not to concentrate too much on that particular part of her anatomy. He was already more aware of her than he had been of anyone else in his life.

Chad didn't live too far from the school, although it felt longer with the awkward silence. His apartment that he lived in alone was on the top floor of a medium sized apartment building, the tenth story. They stood in the elevator, Isabel still holding onto her book for dear life, and Chad holding two backpacks, pondering in silence.

When Abuelo died, a substantial amount of money was bequeathed to him, enough to where he could live in a nice apartment and go to college without worrying about finances. He'd decided against a super fancy apartment, since it would just be him all the time. He rented a two room apartment, a small luxury for only one tenant. He didn't have to sleep in his living room; he had his own bedroom for that. He also had a regular bed brought in, instead of a tatami mattress on the floor like other Japanese renters. He was too tall for the mattresses in this short country, so he had his bed from Mexico shipped in.

Isabel was taller than her Japanese female counterparts; where they topped five feet four inches if they were lucky, she rose easily above them at five feet eight inches. She was a head and a half shorter than him, a little shorter than Ichigo. Also different from the normal Japanese schoolgirls were her curves. Being of such bird-like build, most Japanese women didn't have much in the way of hips and sometimes breasts. Isabel, on the other hand, had an ample supply of both. Her oversized sailor uniform top and long skirt couldn't hide either from his gaze.

He jerked his thoughts away as the elevator chimed and the tenth floor light flashed. He led the way silently out and to his door, pulling out his key. Isabel, he could tell, was studying him as he unlocked his apartment and opened the door. Her close scrutiny was playing havoc on his senses, on his awareness of her.

They walked into his apartment, kicking off their shoes at the doorway. Still neither spoke until Chad offered her a seat and went into his room to change. He decided against his pink and floral button up shirt he usually liked to wear. Instead, he grabbed one of his numerous white T-shirts that weren't exactly skin tight, but weren't exactly hanging off of his frame either. He changed into his black leather pants and looked in the mirror, grimacing at how his hair hung in his eyes. He tried to push it back, but it fell back in his face. He sighed and walked back into the living room, still fighting with his hair.

“You want help?” Isabel apparently had gone into his bathroom and changed while he was in his room. Or maybe she'd changed in here, she didn't know. Instead of the sailor school uniform, she wore a red tank top that seemed, at least to him, to hug her entire torso. She'd gotten rid of the long skirt and now sat on his couch in a pair of tight jeans that flared at the bottom of the legs. She'd let her hair out of the band, so now it fell in thick waves over her shoulders and down her back.

Chad blinked as he remembered her question, thankfully in Spanish. “With what?”

She motioned to his losing battle with his hair. “I have an extra hair band. I can pull your hair back for you.”

He began to insist that he could handle his own hair, but then decided against it. Ichigo was rubbing off on him, because he decided to play innocent.

“Sí,” he answered quietly, fighting the urge to smile, “That would be nice.”

Isabel motioned for him to sit in front of her, spreading her legs so he could situate himself between them. Chad ignored the answering twitch in his groin at the vulnerable position she presented and sat on the floor Indian-style. Immediately he had to fight to ignore the heat of her body so close to his, and the fact that she smelled of sunshine and the earth.

Again, Chad ignored his more basic urges and steeled himself for what would probably be the worst torture he'd ever endured. And he had fought Hollows and Soul Reapers of all seats and ranks.

She combed his hair with her fingers, nails scraping gently against his scalp. Chills ran down his spine as she gently began pulling his hair, longer than it had been in the past few years, into a ponytail.

“So, Senior Yasutora-“

“Chad,” he interjected, loving and hating that every time Isabel bent over, him her hair brushed against his shoulders.

“Chad?”

“My friend Ichigo gave me the name. Its easier to say anyway.”

He couldn't tell if she was smiling or not, but he thought that there was a good chance she was. From her notes, he could tell she was a fairly happy-go-lucky person, if not a little crazy.

“Well then, Chad. Do you have any brothers or sisters in Mexico?”

Isabel's nails scraped his ear as she began pulling more hair into the ponytail she gripped with her right hand, sending shockwaves through him. His fingers gripped the carpet, the only sign she was affecting him.

“No. I am an only child.”

“Well, then, tell me about Mexico.”

That relaxed Chad a little bit. He began to tell her about his rougher years, when he didn't fight only to protect those he cared about. He described his abuelo, the desert, and all about Día de los Muertos at her insistence.

“I went one year with my abuela when we visited my mother's family. I loved the holiday. Everyone else seemed so sad, but my abuela and I, we were happy to be visiting our relatives that passed on. We bought sugar skulls, had a picnic in the cemetery, and made a shrine to my abuelo.”

“How many siblings do you have?”

“Done!” she secured his hair with the elastic band. Now that his hair was pulled back, she could actually see his eyes.

“I have five brothers and two sisters.”

Chad's newly discovered eyes widened. He was looking back at her, but he made no move to get up from between her legs. “There's eight of you?”

She laughed. “Sí, we're a big family. There's my Momí, Popí, my abuela, my three tíos, my four tías, and my twelve cousins that all live on the same rancho in the mountains.”

“Whoa.”

“That's the mildest response I've heard.”

“So what number are you?”

Isabel sighed. “I'm the third born. My last brother was born a few months ago, so I haven't seen him yet.”

“So what are you doing in Japan?”

She moved one leg from around him and slid to the floor, leaning against the couch like he did. “I got a scholarship to come to the school. My family is well off, no question, but I wanted a few years of peace and quiet. There's almost thirty people usually at my house, not all at once but coming in and out. I wanted to come here to study business and possibly go to college.”

That made sense. Chad was a fairly patient individual, but if he had to deal with twenty-nine other people intruding on his space all the time, he'd be sick of it, too.

“So, where do you live?”

“An apartment around Shibuya.”

He had opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when Isabel pulled her hair off one shoulder, exposing the golden skin of her neck to his inappropriately hungry gaze. He realized too late that the overwhelming lust he felt for the Argentinian girl was clearly reflected in his eyes. Her eyes widened, and she worried her plump bottom lip with her teeth. The action sent another wave of heat through him, traveling through his spine and to his groin, already painfully erect and throbbing at the mere presence of the innocent seductress next to him.

Nervously she played with a ringlet next to her ear, twisting it around her finger as she tore her eyes away from his. Almost in slow motion, Chad moved closer to her, pressing her against the front of the couch, not touching her with any part of his body, but pinning her there by his intimidating size. He cupped Isabel's chin, gently forcing her to meet his gaze. She actually whimpered at the heat in his gaze, at the heat that traveled from her cheeks to her breasts, making them swell and tighten. It moved down her ribs, over her belly, and finally pooled there. She could feel moisture seeping through to her panties, and she fidgeted slightly, trying to relieve the ache. Dío, if he could do that with just one look, then she was completely lost.

And suddenly, they both were. Chad's lips moved over hers, tracing her lips with his tongue, one hand finding the small of her back. He pulled her suddenly, forcing her to straddle his lap, their chests colliding. Isabel gasped as she found out exactly how much Chad liked her, the evidence rubbing against the most sensitive part of her body.

Shyly, Isabel opened her lips a fraction, enough so that Chad could increase his oral onslaught. His tongue plundered her mouth, stroking against her own until he elicited the heated response he'd been waiting for.

Large hands traveled down her waist, settling on her hips for a moment before moving under her tank top. As his hands moved up, his lips moved down, traveling across her cheek, down her jaw, until he reached the gloriously silky flesh on her neck. He bit into it lightly, drawing a squeak and a whimper from her throat, before laving at it like a puppy with a new toy.

“¿Cuán largo me ha estado mirando usted?” he whispered against her throat, fingers tracing the line of her bra, luxuriating in the warmth of her body against his, more specifically, of the warmth of her against a very attentive and interested part of his body.

“Four months,” she gasped before clapping a hand over her mouth in horror, flushing a deep and dark red. He chuckled against her neck, sending delicious vibrations to spread through the sensitive skin.

“You knew my name and knew me well enough to know when I was sad or just thinking. Obviously you were watching me for quite a bit of time.”

She bit her lip again, an action that he now associated with her embarrassment or lack of comfort, and looked away. Quickly he pulled her back to his lips, forcing her to open up again. Isabel melted, shyly wrapping her arms around Chad's neck.

Once again, warm brown hands found their way under her shirt to her bra hook, fingering the catch. She swallowed audibly and Chad pulled away, with much regret and force, and pressed his forehead against hers.

“Isabel,” his already deep voice somehow became even deeper, huskier. It slid across her senses and sent full blown chills down her spine. He nuzzled her neck, lips dragging across what he now knew was incredibly sensitive skin. “If you don't want to do this, tell me now. Even my self control is limited.”

Isabel laughed weakly. Then, in one of her bolder moments, she leaned down and captured his lips with her own. Her tongue shyly swept against his as his body roared to life, all thoughts of stopping and cold showers evaporating from his conscious like water vapor.

Chad picked her up and settled her on the couch, carefully settling his weight over her. He pulled her arms over her head and continued his assault on her neck. She made the most incredible whimpers and mews, a few getting caught in Isabel's throat as his lips and tongue made their way down the front of her tank top. He nuzzled the valley between her breasts, growling softly at the intoxicating scent that was purely her. She tilted her head back, writhing under his slow and torturous ministrations.

Quickly he divested Isabel of her tank top, dropping it on the floor. He stared at her in her blue lace bra, fighting not to smile. Her writhing body arched up, accidentally colliding against him. Chad hissed through his teeth, tangling his fingers with hers before kissing her hard, holding her hands with one and running the other down her hip.

Thinking was out of the question for both parties involved. Time wore on, and more clothing removed; a suddenly-too-tight shirt, a bra, jeans that were just plain in the way. Soon, Isabel was completely naked on Chad's couch, and Chad still had his sexy black leather pants on, newly adorned with Isabel's legs wrapped around his waist. Breaths mingled, hands smoothed and kneaded skin, teeth (Chad's) bit and left marks that would surely arouse questions and blushes at a later date. Neither cared.

Isabel, eyes shut as Chad's lips traced her stomach, started when she was flipped over, straddling Chad's lap, his large, warm hands gripping her hips. She opened her eyes, face flushing, and looked down at him.

Gently, Chad grasped her wrist, pulling her hand until it rested on the fabric over the part of him that was swelling with anticipation to be let out. She gulped and lifted her eyes from his groin to his eyes.

“You set the pace, gatito,” he brushed her long desert-red hair over her shoulders so that it draped like red silk over her breasts, “and the first step, usually, is for both of us to be naked.”

Isabel bit her lip for what must have been the hundredth time that afternoon, and began gingerly unbuttoning his getting-tighter-by-the-minute leather pants. Her hands shook, but she managed to push the button through the tiny hole, creating a V of fabric that ended at the zipper. She could already tell that he didn't wear anything under his pants; she didn't think Chad would ever be that bold or just downright sexy about his underwear or lack thereof.

She managed to shakily pull down the metal zipper clasp, and then pulled her hands back as if they had been burned. Chad once again led her hand back to him, sliding the very tips of her fingers under the zipper of his pants. Taking a deep breath, Isabel pressed her palm against his stomach, sliding her whole hand down until she could wrap her small fingers around his swelling length.

Chad hissed as Isabel began to gently stroke him. He really didn't know how long he could hold out, but he was sure it wouldn't be long with her loosing so innocent and unsure, and her hand-

He lifted his hips and pushed the pants down, kicking them off impatiently. He pulled Isabel down until their lips met. This kiss wasn't passionate or seductive, but gentle and tender, and thrilled her all the way to her toes. They parted, breath fanning each other's faces, and Chad cupped her cheeks, thumbs stroking her cheeks.

Smiling, Isabel reached down and pulled the band from his hair. Then, without warning, she sat up and impaled herself on him.

Chad gasped from two very important factors; one, the fact that incredibly wet, tight heat now surrounded his pulsing and aching cock; and the fact that the shy, quiet Isabel just broke her own hymen.

Tears squeezed out from the corners of her eyes, and slid down her cheeks. Chad, trying valiantly not to thrust, pulled her down and just held her, whispering in her ear.

“It's ok, gatito, it'll stop hurting in a minute,” he rubbed her back reassuringly as she clung to him, “I'm not going anywhere.”

Finally, after a few minutes, Isabel sat up. Slowly, she began to shift experimentally on him, rising up and then falling back down. Chad gritted his teeth and gently rolled her on her back. He stared at her, asking if this was ok. She smiled and nodded.

Threading his fingers with hers, he began to slowly thrust into her. The first time, her bottom lip trembled and her breasts bounced slightly in way that made Chad wish he could go faster and harder, but not yet. He thrust deeply into her but still kept his rhythm controlled and steady. A drop of sweat slid down his temple and trickled down his cheek, finally falling off his jaw and landing on Isabel's collarbone. He leaned down and licked it off before nibbling the spot, smirking when he heard her giggle and felt her squirm under him. He realized he found a ticklish spot and began attacking it with his teeth, still thrusting, hoping she would relax and adjust enough so that he could speed up and bring both of them to perfect completion.

Isabel ran her nails lightly down his back, gasping as ribbons of pleasure trickled down her spine. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cupped his ass with her hands, urging him on.

“Please,” she whimpered, burying her face in the crook of his neck. “Dio, faster!”

All sane and rational thought left Chad; he was almost positive it would never come back. He thrust faster, growling as she moaned and her sheath tightened. He could feel the beginnings of her climax as she vibrated around him. Moving at a feverish speed, he shuddered as she arched under him and sobbed as her orgasm crashed over her. Growling, he came moments after, emptying his seed inside her.

Chad managed to not collapse on Isabel after they both came. He stood up and picked her up bridal-style, smiling as she made a sleepy cat-like noise as her even breathing fell against his chest. He made his way into his bedroom, closing the door with his foot and setting her down on his pillows, pulling back the covers and settling them over her. He stood up to put some clothes on, but she opened one eye sleepily and touched his hand. Chuckling softly, he climbed in behind her, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her back against his front.

The last thought he had before drifting off was what he was going to feed her when they both woke up.

Author's Note: Please review. I'm hoping for at least 10 before the next chapter. Show Chad some love, people!