Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Destruction of Peace ❯ The Truth of The Dreams! ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: Bleach Characters are courtesy of Tite Kubo. Alexis is my own creation.

 

 

She didn't know why she was having those dreams, but. The more she dreamt like that, the more realistic they were. Were they premonitions, were they more intense because of how she felt about the men she dreamt of?

 

Having no clue, she lay back against the mattress, a small sigh of exasperation leaving her lips as they parted slightly. Her senses dulled from the amount of pleasure those two dreams gave her, one after the other; she shuddered slightly upon feeling Ichimaru's spirit force slip into the room and lean against the doorframe.

 

“You seem to have slept well, missy” she heard him speak up, lifting her head she looked toward him; she nodded just slightly, a blush staining her cheeks. A flash of her making love with Ichimaru ran through her mind for a few moments before she pushed it away, a small shudder ran down her spine as she stood up slowly on shaky legs, looking toward the still sleeping Renji then toward Ichimaru.

 

“I'm going downstairs, Ginny” she spoke up softly, her eyes partially closed as her arousal dripped down along her thighs; pushing past him she made her way slowly down the stairs, seeing Ikkaku passed out on the kitchen table with a bottle of sake. She chuckled lightly, making her way to the bathroom, wanting to get cleaned up as quickly as possible. Reaching the bathroom, she took a towel from the towel rack, laying it out over the closed toilet lid, and then turning the shower on.

 

Shutting the door, she locked it also, stripping off her night shirt and soaked panties. She tossed the bundle of cloth to the floor, balling her panties up in the shirt, a small sigh coming from her lips as she pulled out her emergency clothing from under the sink. Removing the clothing from the brown Wal-Mart bag, she laid the shirt and panties out neatly on the back of the toilet for when her shower was over.

 

Pulling the curtain of the shower back, she bent just slightly, turning the hot water dial then the cold; the temperature now to her current standards of heat, a smile came to her lips. She was wondering what Ichigo was doing at this very moment, wondering if he was thinking about her, about the kiss they shared so long ago when they were friends…when she was alive.

 

And then she heard it, the rustle of trees outside of the window connected to the wall of the shower, which was slightly ajar to let the steam out. She shivered in her naked state, not sure as to whom or what it was…She was relieved, in a sense, when she saw a squirrel dart from the foliage and into the woods.

 

She shook her head, removing those terrible thoughts from mind. Stepping into the shower, letting the warm water cascade down her body, her fingertips rubbing over the skin thoroughly, removing any sort of dirt from her pale flesh.

 

As the dirty water hit the porcelain of the shower tub, it pooled for a moment beneath her feet before draining from the section, her skin becoming paler than before; the dirt having been one of the aspects which made her look tanner than she really was.

 

She let out a sigh of relief, feeling so much better. Reaching behind her to feel for the shampoo bottle, her fingers instantly coming about what she thought was the bottle, though she found it to be too fleshly.

 

She opened her eyes a crack, just a crack, as she was under the cascading water. She saw from the corner of her eye, the Quincy, that boy Ichigo battled the Hollows with. She shivered, shaking her head, wanting this to be another of those dreams; which indeed it was.

 

It wasn't normal though, usually when she willed them away, they left. But this…this was different; this `figment' wasn't leaving. Her mind went blank as she felt the boys mouth come in contact with the soft flesh of her moist neck, her head lulled to the side upon its own accord, she wanted to fight this, to fight the pleasure she was feeling churn between her legs.

 

When she reopened her eyes, she found herself graced with an actually beautiful man, his glasses were gone and his now wild yet calculating sea blue eyes were in front of her emerald colored optics.

 

She shuddered with yearning, she wanted him too, she didn't know why; she didn't even know his name. Then it all just rushed in, she felt herself be penetrated by the boy, every inch of him disappearing within her, and she was being held at just the right angle so that she could watch; watching his length disappear inch by inch within her just made her want more, made her wetter.

 

She shivered, snapping her eyes open and finding herself alone in the shower. Shaking her head she grasped the bottle of shampoo and squeezed some out into the palm of her hand, threading her fingers through her hair and scrubbing her hair and scalp clean of any excess dirt and grim.

 

She grimaced at the colored of the soapy suds as they left her hair; they were a slightly blackish red color, dirt and caked blood. She had struck her head on a rock in her last confrontation with a Hollow, had been distracted by one of those dreams; she still hadn't made the connection that the dreams are a Hollows doing.

 

She shuddered at a slight amount of air which hit her heated body, effectively cooling her down. Once the suds were clean out of her hair, she grabbed the soap, scrubbing down her body as best she could, removing every ounce of dirt on her; the more she removed, the dirtier she felt.

 

Maybe it was because she was so close to Ichigo, and not so close to that boy? What was his name? She knew she had known it for a split moment, a shiver ran down her spine as she felt it almost whispered to her.

 

She felt arms link about her waist, and that same hardness against the small of her back, the dream was back…No, it wasn't a dream right now, she could feel this, and she wasn't sleeping. “Who…who are you?” she croaked out, keeping her eyes straight forward as to not look over her shoulder at those endless pools of sea blue.

 

She felt his chest rumble against her back, he was laughing at her, and then she felt his lips near her ear, moving in a whisper “I'm Ishida Uryuu.” She couldn't help but move her hips back against his as he shifted her frame so that the head of his length pressed against the puckered opening of her ass, not sure, but she wanted to have it that way; as if reading her thoughts, he denied her.

 

He took away his shaft, another chuckle causing his chest to rumble against her back, “my, someone's a needy little thing, eh?” she heard him ask against her ear, and she only nodded in response, she couldn't speak anymore, the pleasure of just wanting him was too overwhelming.

 

She whined softly, and then she felt the entire presence just fade away like it hadn't been there, whatever this thing was…that was doing this to her, she needed to find it. It wanted to be found, it wanted to be confronted.

 

Shaking her head and finally finishing her shower, she stepped out of it, drying off to the best of her ability; she pulled the new night shirt over her head, and pulled the underwear up along her legs to ride on her hips. She grasped the old shirt and underwear, stepping out of the bathroom, her still wet hair dripping onto the floor as she moved past the couch in the den and to the laundry room; tossing the clothes into the hamper, she turned to move back when she heard it, a Hollow's voice.

 

It didn't sound like a normal Hollow, not this one, it sounded almost human; could it be Ichigo's Hollow...no, it couldn't be. Ichigo's Hollow wasn't sexually attracted to her, and whatever it was, didn't have a terrible and destructive aura.

 

She was sure the males couldn't feel it, like it wasn't even there, but she could. She could feel it surrounding her in its slightly warm grasp, it wasn't a normal thing, she knew that much. She couldn't slice and dice it, like she had done so many things, did she want this around?

 

“You like those dreams, don't you, dear?” she heard the beast speak, and a shiver ran down her spine as she saw every skin-crawling flash of the sexual dreams run through her mind. She saw the creature, whatever it was, shape shift into each man; this was the source of her dreams, and she wanted to welcome it.

 

She thought it might be one of Kisuke's new `inventions' if you can call them that, she knew that could be right or it could be wrong. If this was any thing of the sort not created by Kisuke, she would be dead by now, it would have killed her.

 

She looked at the presence as it took on shape of Hitsugaya and stepped toward her, being short, Hitsugaya was only a few inches taller than her. The being in the form of Hitsugaya brought its arms around her waist, pulling her hips firmly into its own; its fingers kneaded at the spot of flesh covering her lower back, a small grin on its lips, “you like that…don't you, onna?” She snapped out of her trance quickly, shaking her head some, looking at the presence as it backed away.

 

Taking in a deep sigh as it took on its original form, the omniscient cloud of swirling black; hell, this may be one of Aizen's contraptions. She didn't know what it was, that was the only thing she could discern. Shaking her head once more, she found the presence gone.

 

Turning she walked back to the den, finding that only a minute had past since she walked by, she sat down upon the couch next to Ichimaru. Taking in his scent of petunias and chamomile, rather strange for him, but she welcomed it.

 

She took in another small breath, before something alerted her senses; only her senses, it seemed. She stood rather quickly and turned on her heel, her entire frame was encased with a black light before her Shinigami outfit replaced her nightclothes.

 

Kicking off her heel, her frame skidded out of the housing structure and she bounded off down the streets of Karakura, her senses becoming more and more adept as she became closer to the source that caused her such unease.

 

Skidding to a stop in front of the Kurosaki Clinic, she looked about; silently she leapt up to the second floor window she knew was Ichigo's. Her small hand balled into a fist, her knuckle lightly rapping against the glass before she saw him move out of bed.

 

She perched slightly above the window, awaiting him to open it, and when he did she flew into his room. Effectively being greeted by an overly hyper stuffed animal, her left thumb and index finger pinching the tip spike of Kon's “mane” and pulling him off of her chest.

 

“Nani, Alexis?” she heard Ichigo ask, and she looked up toward him, the feeling of unease completely soothed as her emerald occuli met his brown. She took in a small sigh, her body once more being incased by the black light and her Shinigami outfit faded from sight to be replaced with her nightclothes from moments earlier.

 

“I thought I felt something, like a tug…” she mused over her own words, before shaking her head and looking up at him once more. Holding Kon on her lap, her fingers stroking the plush lions back, and he stretched out; content on her lap.

 

“Ah, so you came here, why?” her head perked up slightly, only to find her face inches from Ichigo's. “I wanted to see if you felt it, obviously, you didn't…” she sighed softly, wanting nothing more than to curl up in his bed and sleep; sleep until everything faded into nothing but dreams, sleep until she forgot it all, but she knew with that creature still on the loose…she couldn't sleep like that.