Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Destructive Paths ❯ Escape the Embarrassment! ( Chapter 4 )

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

 

 

Azami's POV

 

I yawned softly, returning to my faux body rather quickly and taking off for the Urahara Shop; I knew that idiot would still be there. I skidded to a stop as one of Jinta's homemade baseballs came flying toward my face, I dodged nearly just in time before a set of large strong arms lifted me up from the ground and carried me about thirteen meters from above the ground. I was set down, twitching, on a mat in front of Urahara Kisuke.

 

“Oh, Azami, you're back already?” I heard him ask, and I smoothed my disheveled hair down; glaring at him.

 

“Who is…?” Just when I was about to finished asking my question, the boy I was just going to ask about barged into the shop in a rather un-mannered fashioned, “URAHARA!” I heard the boy shout at the top of his lungs before he skidded to a halt right atop the door he broke down, he stared at me for a moment, and then stared at Urahara; a sweat-drop forming on the side of his face, and his reiatsu flared before he pulled one of those wrestling moves on Urahara.

 

I was left there, seated on the mat, watching the act of familiar strange-ness in front of me; then I blinked, and realized I was there no more; I looked about at the beautiful scenery around me.

 

Then noticed that Nova was seated beside me on the ground, his hood unzipped and slightly showing his face, “Gomen, but I figured you would much rather sit somewhere like this…then there.” Nova had said softly, I almost didn't hear him over the waterfall in the background.

 

I smiled lightly, Nova really did have a good heart and that just added to his all around beauty. In my short time here, Nova had given me his trust enough to take off his hood, he was truly beautiful.

 

He tried to take off more, but I stopped him, I didn't wish to see him naked if he didn't want me to; or if he didn't know if he wanted me to or not. Nova lifted his head slightly; my eyes met his, those pools of soft yet very stern dark turquoise seemed to melt every ounce of my pain and fear away.

 

His arms moved around me and pulled me into his side, I didn't bother to fight against the motion, I just leaned into him; resting my head on his shoulder.

 

Hour after hour passed by, I had forgotten that Nova took me away from the annoyance that was the Urahara Store. Nova was being so sweet to me, I didn't know if it was the slight amount of sake we just shared; that he pulled from no where, or if it was the heat of the night.

 

But I found my fingertips tracing against his knee lightly over the black material of his leather pants, he didn't shy away from the contact like I thought he would. I looked up slightly, and noticed he had completely removed his mask; my god he had the most amazing eyes, they could sweep me off of my feet completely without him even doing anything.

 

`Why did he have sake?' I heard myself say within the confines of my mind, I was so dizzy from the sake that I paid no mind to it. I moved closer to him, and he teleported us down to the ground. I shuddered slightly, not caring what happened, my arms found a place around his waist and pulled his hips down into mine whilst lifting my own upward; I wanted him, terribly, to the point I was already aching.

 

`What the hell was in that sake?' I heard myself ask within my mind once more, I didn't care, I really didn't. I wanted release. I whined absentmindedly as I was pulled away from Nova, the reiatsu that was coiling about me calmed my aching need, “what were you doing, Azami-chan?” Asked the voice, I tilted my head to look up, finding myself looking at Urahara Kisuke.

 

I blushed and looked down at the ground where Nova had been before he teleported away, the stain on my cheeks growing heavier as I realized that I was still needing release, “Urahara-san, may I please be let down, I need to go…home.” I said softly, knowing I really had no home except Urahara's shop.

 

He nodded his head, and I could tell he had that crestfallen look on his face; did he want me? `No, no, no, no, no! That couldn't be it! No one wants me…' I said to myself, looking at the ground still as I was lowered to it.

 

As soon as my feet came in contact with the ground, I took off running; I didn't know where I was going. I was running until the bare pads of my feet were torn and bleeding, I fell forth on the ground with an exasperated sigh of wariness; my eyes slowly slid closed and the next thing I knew, I was out.