Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Daydreams Come True ❯ Ichigo 2 ( Chapter 15 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I just borrowed the characters.

 

I had it all planned out. This chapter was meant to be from someone else's viewpoint. I said in my last author's note, I might change my mind. I did. The character, who was meant to be featured in this chapter, had to be convinced to wait a little longer. There was much swearing when I told the character the chapter was delayed. A promise was extracted that I would commence writing the next chapter immediately I finished this.

 

I know I have sort of covered this ground already, but I did warn of overlaps. For some reason the first meeting between Ichigo and Gin seems to be a key event.

 

Ichigo 2

 

“This is Soul Society? What a hole. I thought it was supposed to be a place where good souls went. Why be good if you only end up in a place that seems to breed dirt and despair? I wonder how Rukia survived. I admire her even more, seeing what she had to live in while she was growing up.” Surprise at the appearance of Soul Society did not even begin to cover Ichigo's reaction.

 

He could tell that Yoruichi was not happy. They had all been worried by the desperate transit between the worlds. If Ichigo believed in omens, which he didn't, he would think that this mission was doomed. It was a good thing he didn't believe in omens.

 

People were reacting strangely to him. They seemed scared and deferential. No one else wore the black shinigami uniform. No one seemed to be carrying a zanpaku-to either. Where were the shinigami? This place was weird.

 

The day passed in a haze of misunderstanding. For a brief moment he thought they would manage to enter Seireitei only to be blocked by a giant and then a guy who had a perpetual smile on his face.

 

The smiling guy unsettled Ichigo. With so little effort, he had been forced back behind the gate. How did that happen? He was stronger than when he had been so badly defeated previously. Surely if his strength had increased, he should have been able to succeed. Why was the cat so worried about him fighting against a captain? He'd fought a captain before. It was true he had been overpowered, but he was stronger now. How could it be that he was pushed back so easily? What was with this place? He felt resentful that Urahara had sent him here, unable to defeat the first captain he met. Why had he wasted all that time? Had he been sent to fail? How did the smiling guy know his name? That was creepy.

 

If he was so powerless, how could he save Rukia? That question made him pause. He was here to save Rukia. If he didn't save Rukia…. No. He didn't want to think about that possibility. He loved Rukia. She could not die.

 

Remembering her cruel words as she left him made him pause. Her words and actions bemused him. Time and again he had told himself that she had been cruel because she wanted him to live. Her words were not meant for him, but for the ears of her brother and the other bloke. If the dreams were to be believed, she still loved him.

 

Thinking back, Ichigo was confused by the dreams. He'd thought about them before but had not arrived at any conclusion as to whether they were real or imagined. The last dream had been the one that had troubled him the most. Instead of the expected sex dream, he'd ended up holding a crying Rukia. The dream was still playing through his mind. He remembered how she felt in his arms, seeking comfort from him, even though she thought he was dead. The need to hold her again, to be reassured that she still lived, hurt like a physical pain.

 

It was a relief when his thoughts were interrupted by the self proclaiming guy and the fight. That relief was so welcome he did not want to return to his thoughts of Rukia. Focusing on his anger was preferable. Anger was an emotion he could recognise and manage. Anger he understood very well. Love, fear, empathy for Rukia, these feelings hurt. For a while he wanted to be free of those emotions. A short space of time, when he did not have to face the impossible nature of his task.

 

After a night of not thinking about Rukia, he was forced to return to those thoughts by Yoruichi. It was time to act, but after a few hours of action, Ichigo was bored.

 

“Why are we wandering around the countryside like this? It's scenic and all that, but what's the point? We're further away from Seireitei, rather than closer.” Ichigo knew he was complaining, but he was feeling edgy. He hadn't listened to Yoruichi's explanations, being caught up between anger and sadness.

 

“Next you'll be asking `Are we there yet?' Stop whining and keep walking.” Uryu was looking at a map.

 

“We're looking for someone, Ichigo, don't you remember?” Orihime smiled at him and again noticed the scratches on his face. “Are you sure you don't want me to heal those scratches? It won't take long.”

 

“I told you before, girl, don't heal the scratches. He deserved them for his stupidity. If you don't start listening to my instructions soon, all of you, I'll leave. You can work this out yourself.” Yoruichi was displaying signs of anger.

 

“Please don't leave us, Mr Yoruichi. We need your help. We don't know anything about this place.” The fear in Orihime's voice, at the thought of desertion by their only guide made the cat pause.

 

“I'll stay if there are no further complaints.” The cat stopped talking and walked on further.

 

After meeting Kakakue Shiba and her brother and spending a frustrating evening trying to achieve what everyone else appeared to master so effortlessly; Ichigo suddenly fell asleep.

 

He was again surrounded by white. Gradually his sight cleared. This time he was not in a barred prison, but in a large white room with bars over the windows. He didn't recognise the place. Looking around he saw Rukia, lying on the ledge under the window, apparently asleep. Approaching her quietly, Ichigo reached out and gently stroked her cheek. She sat up quickly, her eyes opening, startled by the touch.

 

“Ichigo.” Her exclamation was cut short as she threw herself in his arms. “You're not dead. I thought you were dead and it was killing me. I wanted to die. Renji told me you weren't dead. You're alive and I'm dreaming about you again. Ichigo, don't try to save me. Go back to your world. You can't save me, it's impossible. I want you to live. Kiss me. Please, please kiss me.” She babbled the words as she hugged him tightly.

 

Ichigo loosened her grip a little and kissed her. She responded by kissing him passionately. Her tongue quickly pushed past his lips and explored his mouth. This was the first time she had kissed him with such purpose. It was rather unnerving. Rather than responding, Ichigo found himself drawing back from the kiss.

 

“Rukia. It's okay. You don't have to eat me to prove that you're pleased I'm alive. I told you I wasn't dead.” Ichigo kissed Rukia gently on the cheek. “I am going to save you. I won't let anything or anyone stop me. I love you.” Rukia gazed at him with wet eyes. He hadn't noticed she was crying until now. With the tip of his finger, he wiped away a tear feeling responsible for the tears and her grief. “I didn't want to make you cry.”

 

`I'm crying because I'm happy, moron, not because I'm sad. I wanted to see you, once, before I die, and even though this is a dream, I believe it's you.” Rukia pressed her lips to his. The kiss this time lacked the desperation and contained more passion. Ichigo allowed himself to be drawn into the kiss and experienced the inevitable arousal. He ignored it, concentrating on the feeling of Rukia in his arms, her lips on his.

 

After the kiss finished Rukia rubbed her face on his chest. “What are you doing? Why are you doing that?” Rukia paused at Ichigo's words, and looked at him.

 

“I wanted to dry my eyes and your chest was there. Is that a problem?” Her now dry eyes stared at him, challenging him. “I can see a problem. Your shirt is now all wet. You should take it off. I'll help you.” Without waiting for an answer, Rukia quickly began to strip Ichigo.

 

“What the hell is happening? I thought you'd be brooding about your execution. Rukia, stop.” Ichigo was by now standing naked in the prison. “What if someone decides to visit you?”

 

`Who would visit me at night? All I've done, since I came back from the human world, is ponder my forthcoming death and your death. I don't want to think of it now. I don't want to think of anything aside from what is happening now. This may be the last chance I get to have sex with you. I don't want to let it pass.” She quickly undid her robe and shrugged it to the ground.

 

Ichigo gaped at Rukia. “You're thinking about sex, now? Here, in prison? You've got to be kidding me.” As he spoke his eyes were drawn to the flesh she was revealing. He gulped as she removed her final piece of clothing and moved near to him. Her idea had merits.

 

“Come on Ichigo, you're not a virgin. We've had sex before. You're excited, that's obvious. Why not here? Where else would it be? I can't leave this place. It's called a prison.” Rukia was pressing her body against his, exciting him even further by her proximity.

 

Ichigo started to respond to her but it felt wrong. This woman was not acting like Rukia. There was something amiss. Shaking his head he pushed her away. “No.”

 

Raising an eyebrow at him, Rukia moved close to him again. “No? No?”

 

“No. We could have sex; that would be easy. I don't want to have sex, because it may be the last time. I don't want to have sex with you like this.” Even as he was speaking, Ichigo had trouble believing that he was saying these words. He wanted to have sex. Why was he talking?

 

Rukia's eyes opened wide in astonishment. She clenched her fists and seemed undecided what to do.

 

`I can't pretend to know how you're feeling, but you're not acting like Rukia. I can't recognise Rukia.” Hoping that the words would affect her, Ichigo crossed his arms and considered the woman standing in front of him.

 

“How do you expect me to act? I'm going to die in 14 days, or is it less? They keep changing the date, bringing it ever closer. You expect me to act like normal? How? This is not normal. This is hell and I'm living in it. I thought you'd at least oblige me with mind numbing sex to take away some of the pain. Instead you're acting like a prude and lecturing me all the time you're naked and erect. Hypocrite. You want to have sex with me. It's obvious.” Rukia gestured at his arousal indicating that he was lying.

 

“I'm a horny teenager, as you've said before. Of course I want to have sex, but I want to have sex with the Rukia I know. Not some person who is only using me to forget. I love you Rukia.” Ichigo had not idea why he was saying these words. Damn it, he wanted sex. Why was he creating obstacles?

 

“I am Rukia, you fool. Why can't sex be about forgetting as well as remembering? Why does it have to be important because you love me? Sex is sex. Love doesn't matter. If you won't perform, wake up. Get out of here. You're no help. I wanted to forget, for a little while.” As she spoke the last words, Rukia turned away from Ichigo, her shoulder shaking. Her back seemed to express a dejection that was like a spoken criticism.

 

Slowly he approached his sobbing love and embraced her, pulling her close, despite her resistance, so that her face was again resting against his chest. Her skin was cold. “Rukia, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. Crap. This is wrong. I've been acting like a jerk.” He continued to hold her as she sobbed. He gently rubbed her back with one hand. “I'm here now. I won't let you die. I'll save you. Trust me. I can't let you die.”

 

Rukia lifted her face and kissed him, still crying. “I hate you Ichigo. I didn't want to cry. I wanted to have sex and forget everything except the movement and the pleasure, but you're making me remember the love. I want to live because I want to be with you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you more. I love you so much.” Ichigo kissed her to stop the flow of contradictory words. Rukia returned the kiss between sobs. “Why do I end up crying with you? It's so stupid. We should be screwing by now. We don't know how long we'll have. Please, Ichigo. Please make love to me again. Something I can remember while I wait for death.”

 

“You won't die, Rukia. Let me hold you, for a moment.” Ichigo held Rukia against him, feeling her grow warm at the contact. Her small breasts pressed into his body. Closing his eyes he inhaled the scent of her hair and remembered the times that just experiencing that scent had made him lose concentration. His concentration on anything except her had completely gone. She was the centre of his attention.

 

As if knowing his feelings, Rukia pressed against him tighter. He moved his face to hers and kissed her lingeringly. As they kissed, Rukia gradually pulled him over to her sleeping mat and encouraged him to lie down. In a few minutes they were lying down, on her sleeping mat, Ichigo on top of Rukia.

 

“I thought you preferred to be on top.” Excited by her proximity and the anticipation of sex, Ichigo still wanted to tease Rukia.

 

“This time I'll let you be on top, but you better not disappoint me.” The stern glance Rukia gave Ichigo was disrupted when he smoothed her hair from her face.

 

“I've only disappointed you once, and I made up for it, didn't I?” Ichigo moved to lie beside Rukia, pulling her so that they were facing each other. Then his hands shifted to caress her shoulders. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

 

Rukia pushed his hands from her shoulders downward, until they were on her breasts. “Perhaps, but I want to enjoy what's happening now.”

 

Ichigo began to rub her breasts gently, running the palm of his hand over them, occasionally grazing her nipples. He kissed her as his fingers gradually began to concentrate on teasing them erect. Rukia arched her back toward his fingers, encouraging him to continue. The knowledge that she wanted him to persist made him try to make the feeling more intense. He gentled his touch so that he was brushing them with barely the tips of his fingers.

 

“You're tormenting me, Ichigo. Touch me. I want to feel your hands on me.”

 

Ignoring her instructions, Ichigo continued to touch her with just his finger tips. He lowered his face to her neck and licked it slowly. Rukia sighed at the touch of his tongue.

 

“You remember what I like too well. I remember what you like too.” As Rukia said the words, her hands began to touch his chest, touching his nipples firmly, rolling them between her fingers. “I want you to touch me like this. Please.”

 

The plea touched Ichigo, but he wanted to retain control. This time he wanted her to be needy and wanting him as much as he wanted her. He did not change the method by which he was touching Rukia, but he did begin to suck on her neck. As he did, Rukia pushed herself against his straining cock.

 

“Is there something wrong, Rukia? Aren't I pleasing you?” Ichigo removed his mouth from her neck, to grin in her face. As he spoke, he began to touch her nipples the way she was touching his.

 

Her response was to groan harshly. “What are you trying to do to me? Torture me out of existence? Make me beg? Is that what you want?” Rukia quickly began to suck one of Ichigo's nipples before he could return his lips to her throat. The sensation of her lips drawing his flesh into her mouth made him sigh. It felt good. It felt very good. He wanted to push her onto her back and enter her immediately. Rukia began to nip gently at him and he felt his cock strain harder. Needing more, Ichigo slid one hand from her breast to between her legs. She was hot and slick beneath his fingers and as he touched her, the sucking stopped as she removed her mouth from his nipple.

 

“I give in. Please, Ichigo. Take me now. Hard. I want to feel you inside me.” Rukia's voice rasped with desire. With one swift movement she lay on her back, parting her legs.

 

Without replying, Ichigo quickly knelt between her legs. Placing his hands on either side of her shoulders, he looked into her eyes intently as she guided him into her entrance. As soon as he felt himself lodged into her entrance he pushed into her hard, entering her fully. Rukia pushed against him, encouraging him. Ichigo began kissing her neck again, enjoying the feeling of her tight walls around him. He knew she wanted fast, hard movement, but he wanted to make this last.

 

“Ichigo, please.” Rukia was pushing onto him, but her movement was restricted by his body. All the same, her movements, small as they were had an effect on him.

 

“Please what? What do you want? Do you want me to lick your neck, or do this?” Craning his neck he captured one of her nipples between his lips and sucked it firmly. It made him even hornier when Rukia asked him and tried to encourage him to move faster. He was trying hard not to just start moving into her hard and fast. She felt so good as she moved against him.

 

Rukia bucked against him with more determination, groaning loudly. “You're a jerk, Ichigo. A guy who gets his kicks from tantalising people with promises and then proceeds to torture them.”

 

Ichigo moved his mouth to the one that was insulting him and kissed his love gently and firmly. As he did so he began to thrust into Rukia strongly. She wrapped her legs around his hips and met each thrust with her own.

 

The way she felt as she moved against him, the smooth feel of her skin against his, the slick velvet that surrounded his erection made him pace his thrusts ever faster. Rukia had moved her lips from his as she panted hard. He felt perspiration form on his forehead and run down his face.

 

“Rukia, oh, Rukia, I'll be with you soon.” Ichigo moaned barely restraining himself.

 

“Ichigo.” Rukia shrieked his name loudly as she came. Her orgasm signalled the beginning of Ichigo's own climax.

 

“I love you, Rukia,” Ichigo said in a strangled groan as he came.

 

They lay entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Ichigo was reluctant to move. He wanted to stay as close as he could to Rukia for as long as possible.

 

“Ichigo, you're heavy. Could you please stop crushing me?” Rukia asked the question plaintively. Her eyes were wide with innocence as she made the request.

 

Reluctantly, Ichigo lay next to Rukia, capturing her hand with his. He didn't want to speak. Instead he wanted to hold her close and bury his face in her neck, in her hair. He wanted to merge with her fully so that they would never again be apart. Rethinking his last idea, he dismissed it as being overly romantic and impossible. Two did not become one. He kissed her, gently exploring her mouth with his tongue.

 

When the kiss finished, Rukia turned and put her head on his chest. “Stay with me, Ichigo. I can hide you when they deliver the food. Stay with me. I am lonely for you. I miss you.” Her breath was warm as it moved across his chest with her words.

 

Ichigo had never heard her express such a desire with so little hope of fulfilment before. “If I could stay with you, I would. You know that. I don't have any control over this, nor do you,” he paused as he thought about the words he wanted to say. “I believe this is happening, that I am with you when I dream. I don't know how or why. I will save you, no matter what you say. I'll crush any obstacles to save you. Be brave, Rukia. Stay strong for me.” He ran his fingers through her hair and stroked her cheek gently.

 

“Don't save me, Ichigo. I don't want to see you hurt, like last time. I don't want to feel that loss again. I'm not worth it.” Her voice was soft but firm as she planted a brief kiss on his chest.

 

“I will rescue you. Accept it. No matter what you say, you will be rescued and then we'll get out of this place.” Briefly Ichigo wondered why she wouldn't accept he was going to save her, with or without her permission. Why did he need her permission?

 

Rukia kissed him again, to prevent him from saying anything else, and her hands roamed over his chest and further down. A few minutes later and they were making love again, this time without speaking, allowing their hands, tongues and bodies to show how they felt and what they needed. Rukia seemed to concentrate on the act in a manner unlike any he had seen before. It appeared that she wanted to make it last longer than any of their previous joinings. When it was over, Ichigo was bathed in perspiration and shaking, surprised at the intensity of the sex and the orgasm.

 

“Damn it Rukia. If you're trying to convince me not to save you, you're making me even more intent on saving you.” Ichigo again pulled Rukia close, reluctant to let her body move far from his.

 

“I was trying to say goodbye to you. That was the reason, nothing more. I love you, but I want you to live.” Rukia allowed Ichigo to pull her as close as he wished.

 

There was silence as each of them thought of the stubborn nature of the other person. Ichigo knew that Rukia was earnest in her request that she did not want him to save her. He was equally sincere in his need to save her. How could he think about accepting her death? It was imperative that she be rescued. Once she was rescued they could escape back to the human world and hide together. As Ichigo tried to work out how he could hide Rukia so no one would be able to detect her reiatsu, he noticed her breathing had changed. She was asleep in his arms, looking vulnerable and trusting, her cheek pillowed on his chest. Forgetting his thoughts, he hugged her closely against him, luxuriously feeling the touch of her skin against his.

 

“I hope I never wake up,” he thought.

 

“Ruk… Catnip.” Ichigo woke up.

 

“Why the hell did I say that when I woke up? Why am I awake so soon? I was with Rukia. Oh, damn, there's someone in here. I hope they haven't been here for long. I'd hate to think someone was here while I was in dreaming about Rukia.”

 

Thinking about the dreams and the potential embarrassment if someone noticed what was happening, made Ichigo sweat. Opening his eyes, he saw it was Ganju. “It would have been bad enough if it was Chad. Much worse if it had been Orihime. She'd probably want to help me. I can just imagine how that would be. Then Uryu would get jealous and grouchy. Maybe it was better it was this guy who I'll never see again after today. He seems busy reading, maybe he didn't notice.”

 

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Ichigo hated being in the cannonball. Every one was sweating, even though Uryu seemed calm and the cat didn't seem phased at all. The air stank; fear and perspiration combined in a rank fragrance. Ichigo was concentrating so hard that he managed to ignore the stale air. Everyone seemed to be equally focused. Focused on blaming him for his inability to control his spirit pressure. He wondered if that was the only thing on their minds.

 

Every so often, Ichigo would glance at each of them. He'd heard the story about Yoruichi's tail. He hoped Yoruichi had not heard him say anything. He sincerely hoped he'd grabbed the tail before the dream had gone too far. It would be even worse if they had been freeing the tail when he was, whatever. It was humiliating to think that one or more might have seen or heard something. He would have preferred his dreams to be private.

 

As they approached the Shakonmaku, Ichigo brightened slightly. Once they were through the shield, he was that much closer to saving Rukia and going home. It would be good to breathe fresh air again.

 

They hit the shield.

 

Author's Note:

 

I would like to thank the following yuwa, as always and thanks to Deadbeserker for the review.

 

Please review.

 

Next chapter: A hint. It is the person who was supposed to be featuring in this chapter. He's tapping his foot impatiently, waiting for me to commence his chapter. Oops. I let it slip the next featured character's a male.

 

MS