Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Destructive Paths ❯ Hisagi's Thoughts ( Chapter 9 )

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

 

 

Hisagi's POV

 

I growled lowly in my throat, noticing as it was barely audible in the silent vicinity surrounding me. When Renji had grabbed Azami, I wanted to lop his head off and decorate my room with it.

 

Sure he was an old friend of mine, but that just destroyed my last nerve today. I always hated watching guys try to jump all over Azami, always. Ever since we were teenagers in school, I hated it.

 

That's why I strived to become better, and I reached my goal, I kicked everyone's asses that tried to touch my Azami. My eyes narrowed some as I stared at her, watching her silently as she lay back down and stared at the wall.

 

I wanted to move, to get closer to her, but decided against it; it wasn't time to get any closer than I had been on that day she was assigned here. I watched a gentle breeze flow over Azami, making her crimson tipped raven tresses sway across her pale face as that red-headed brat chased the black haired girl through the hall in front of the room. I shook my head slightly, what the hell was I doing at this god forsaken place?

 

“So dess,” I said softly under my breath, I was here under orders to find the Bount and dispose of them, but it was highly unlikely we were to find them soon; their reiatsu couldn't be sensed now.

 

Once more I shook my head, closing my eyes and taking in a breath to make the surge of anger I held inside of me disappear; I wanted Azami to myself, but beggars can't be choosers, right? It was hard for me, she knew my secrets, all of them; every single one, and she still felt peaceful to be around. Would she hate me if I made stronger moves on her? Would she push me away? Would she drown me out and leave my side?

 

I growled lightly at myself for thinking like that, glaring at the floor then at my trembling hands; I wanted to hold those hips of hers, and push against her. I wanted to make her moan out my name in pleasure, I wanted to be the very means of her pleasure; I wanted to be everything she needed, though I knew I wasn't.

 

I was never going to be what she needed, sure, she'd kissed my cheek a few times and the corners of my lips; but those were just friendly, she didn't know what they did to me. She was a naïve little girl, a girl, and that's all she was.

 

The only difference between Azami and Yachiru, were their height, features, hair color, and their reiatsu. Azami's reiatsu was undeniably stronger, and more potent than Yachiru's. I sighed as I continued to muse over my thoughts, standing from where I had seated myself and stepping from the open doors of this store. I would most likely come back later to check in on her, if I could.