Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Different Circumstances ❯ The Reunion: Part One ( Chapter 3 )

Tite Kubo wrote the manga Bleach. I just borrowed the characters.

 

Warning: Spoiler alert for anyone watching the anime.

 

The Reunion: Part One

 

Being in the human world was fun; sort of. I liked spending time with Orihime and the others. Toshiro was aloof, but I did not try to push him as he seemed distracted and wouldn't talk about what was worrying him. I knew he had not been pleased to be sent to the human world. He hated being forced to attend school and also seemed to be having difficulty in accepting my connection with Zaraki. He didn't say anything, but I sometimes caught him watching me with a frown on his face. I tried to behave as normal.

 

The time in the human world did not help me to sort out my feelings for Zaraki. I tried not to think of him. Thinking of him caused an almost physical pang of longing accompanied by other, more disturbing, feelings. Every time I thought of him I tried to do something that would distract me from my thoughts. Eating, shopping, trying new makeup. These things diverted me, but not for long.

 

I had asked for leave to return to Seireitei with Rukia and Orihime, but my captain refused.

 

“I need you here, focused on the work we have to do. If you go back, you might lose your edge. You must realise it's for the best Matsumoto. These Arrancar are something we know little about.”

 

I was resentful of his decision, but I understood. Fighting the Arrancar had shaken me. I did not expect that type of might. Nor had I expected to nearly die while waiting for the release of our power. I was grateful we survived. The second time I faced them was worse. My confidence was shaken in my abilities. My captain had almost died. Many of us had barely escaped death. I was worried about Ichigo. He seemed to be acting strangely, but I thought it was better if I left him to his friends. Surely they noticed. I'm sure Rukia and Renji tried to help him, but he seemed to lose his assurance. I may have lost much of my confidence, but he seemed to have no confidence left. Then he disappeared for a while. I don't know where he went.

 

The summons to return to Seireitei after the third attack by the Arrancar stunned us all. I'm not sure who was more surprised. The Captain General delivered the ultimatum. Once the announcement had been made my captain said nothing, but his eyes widened in disbelief. I don't think he had been informed before the formal announcement. The threat still remained, nothing had been resolved and we were meant to return to Soul Society. We had to protect Seireitei, but weren't the Arrancar a threat to the human world also? Shouldn't we stay? On top of that, we were told that Orihime had disappeared, supposedly by her own choice, with the Arrancar. She was branded a traitor.

 

I couldn't believe it! Orihime could not be a traitor. In the time I had spent with Orihime I had found her to be a sweet, slightly ditzy girl with an unhealthy obsession for Ichigo. Okay, maybe Ichigo was cute. It had been fun to tease him by raising my skirt, until Rukia put an end to that fun. Cuteness aside, it was not enough to explain the depth of Orihime's fixation. She seemed to feel his pain, though she did not seem to know how to help him. I tried to help her, but did not see how I could, except to provide reassurance. I did not feel qualified to provide counselling on anyone's love life as I had enough trouble working out my own feelings.

 

Orihime was kind and funny. I had seen how scared she was of the Arrancar. It was not possible that she had gone willingly. There had to be something more.

 

Our protests against the return to Seireitei were ignored. When it seemed that Rukia and Renji might actively refuse to return, the Captain-General announced that he had prepared for this. The Dengai passageway appeared. I turned to look; interested to see what form the preparations took. My heart leapt to my mouth. Zaraki! Zaraki was here.

 

He stood in the doorway next to Captain Kuchiki. The Captain-General had chosen well. Ikkaku and Yumichika would not refuse a direction from Zaraki, and Renji and Rukia would take notice of Captain Kuchiki. Just loyalty would make them obey; not to mention the formidable fighting skills of both captains. I idly wondered if Zaraki was included to make certain I agreed to return, but decided that was a foolish notion. Toshiro would follow the direction of the Captain-General, and I would follow my captain.

 

I looked at Zaraki hungrily. My first sight of him had caused my heart to leap and my throat to close. I'm sure it was lust. Nothing more. He didn't look in my direction or indicate by a flicker of his eye that he was aware of my presence. I willed him to do so, but he ignored me. My initial elation at seeing him was replaced by fear, and uncertainty.

 

“He's replaced me already,” I thought. “After only one day together. Damn. Damn.” I bit my tongue hard and looked at the faces of the others.

 

Everyone looked resigned to the return. Ichigo was still arguing, but even he realised there was little point. Once the Captain-General made a decision, it was very hard to change his mind.

 

Meekly I followed the others through the portal. My friend, Orihime, was declared a traitor; we had failed in our mission and both the human world and Seireitei were under threat. I tried to concentrate on these problems. I didn't want to think about Zaraki. That pain was too strange. We had agreed to sex only. No emotions. Emotions were flooding through me. I was a fool!

 

After we arrived back in Seireitei I began to slowly follow my captain back to 10th Division. There was no point going elsewhere. Meetings would be held later. Lots of meetings. Numerous meetings. Mentally I cringed at the thought of the number of meetings and the amount of paperwork that would be generated. For now, I just wanted to find some place to be alone.

 

Being alone was a bad idea. Maybe I'd get drunk. Yes, I would meet up with Captain Kyoraku and the others and we could have a drinking session. That would get rid of the silly ideas I had. The alcohol would dull everything. The idea was appealing to me more by the minute.

 

As I walked slowly toward my quarters, I heard footsteps running up behind me and the tinkle of bells. I stopped, waiting for Zaraki to pass. Obviously he wanted to talk to Captain Hitsugaya. Instead I felt myself lifted off my feet and carried at high speed in a direction I had travelled once before, with such excitement.

 

“I'll return your lieutenant later, Captain Hitsugaya,” Zaraki yelled as he ran past.

 

My captain yelled something in return, but I couldn't hear it. Zaraki was running very fast. Too fast to leave him breath to talk.

 

We arrived at his place and he kicked the door open. Once inside he shut the door and placed me on my feet. He dropped his zanpakuto and I removed mine. I was frantically trying to take my uniform off, but I was too late. The uniform suffered the same fate as the one in the bath house at Zaraki's hands. I would not be able to wear it again. I was naked and the pieces of my uniform were on the floor. Zaraki quickly freed his penis, leaving the rest of his clothing on. He pushed me against the wall and lifted me so he could enter me. He pushed into me, but it hurt. I winced, and murmured a complaint.

 

“Damn. You've become too tight again,” he remarked, frustrated at being unable to penetrate me. He carried me into his bedroom.

 

“It's not my fault. I haven't had sex since I last saw you,” I protested.

 

“Of course you haven't” he said as he placed me on the bed and took the oil from the drawer. “Neither have I.”

 

With impressive speed he oiled himself and applied his fingers to me, stroking me a little, just enough to tantalise.

 

With no further foreplay, he pushed into me. I felt myself stretch again, as his penis pushed past my entrance. Strangely, it still hurt and I gasped in pain. Zaraki stopped at the gasp and withdrew.

 

“What's the problem?” he asked.

 

“I don't know. It hurt,” I replied disappointed at my body. I wanted him so much.

 

“I have to have you now,” he said. “I'll try again.”

 

This time he applied a liberal coating of oil to his penis and lingeringly stroked me with oil coated fingers. It felt good to have his hands on my body once more. He then tried to enter me again. He was more patient and slowly managed to penetrate me fully.

 

He groaned once he was fully sheathed within me. “I just want to be inside you again. I need to see if my memory of how you feel matched the reality. My memory is not as good as the reality. I just want to be with you, feel you all around me. I have to fuck you.”

 

He began to suit his actions to his words. He moved within me, pushing himself in as far as he could and then withdrawing until only the tip of his penis was inside me. Any pain I felt was consumed by my pleasure in his movements. I met his thrusts. I moved against him, pressing myself as close as I could. In the back of my mind, I wished he would kiss me. Instead he seemed intent on only one joining of our bodies.

 

“He's only interested in the sex,” I reminded myself. The foolish fantasies I had entertained in the real world were just that, fantasies. No basis in reality. Zaraki just wanted me for sex. There was no deeper motivation. The man had never even called me by name. For some strange reason that hurt me.

 

All the resolutions about emotions and not getting involved were shaken. I had avoided examining my feelings too closely. It was better not to know. I had loved someone before only to be rejected and abandoned. I couldn't trust emotions. Emotions always betray and disappoint. They lead to expectations.

 

I didn't want to think of anything except the movement of our bodies. The way his hands grasped my hips, drawing me up to meet his thrusts, my body gladly receiving him, the perspiration beading on my breasts. His breathing became more uncontrolled as he thrust harder into me. The sensation of his hard penis filling me was better then I remembered. The feeling of his thighs between mine and the heat generated by his proximity made me grow more excited.

 

As he thrust into me again, I came, managing to hold in the scream, but losing all other control. I shuddered under him as he quickened his thrusts and also came.

 

It had only been a few minutes since we entered his house. It spoke at least for my deprivation. I had never come so quickly during sex.

 

Zaraki did not withdraw but remained fully inserted within me, leaning on his elbows to support his weight.

 

“I'm going to remain inside you until I get hard again,” he commented. “It won't take long and I fully intend to keep fucking you. I heard about what you did.”

 

“What do you mean?” I asked as I felt his erection swell within me.

 

“Did you miss me at all? No I suppose you didn't. Raising your skirt to that kid. I thought we had an agreement.” Zaraki's voice grated as he brought his face close to mine.

 

“The agreement was about sex, nothing else. I didn't touch him; no one touched me, except the Arrancars.”

 

“You let him look at my property.” Zaraki's face was close to mine. I could feel the heat of his breath as he spoke. His eyes were glaring at me.

 

“You don't own me, Zaraki,” I yelled suddenly angry trying to push him off me, out of my body. “Did you have someone watch my every movement while I was in the human world? We agreed about the sex. I'm beginning to think you're jealous.”

 

Zaraki ignored my attempts to push him off. “Ikkaku and Yumichika reported everything to me. I'm their captain. Of course I'm jealous! Incredibly jealous. I told you, you're mine until we're bored with each other. You don't lift your skirt to other guys. You don't let yourself get nearly killed. You think about me. I told you before you left, don't die and don't fuck anybody else.” His anger seemed to be arousing him even more.

 

“Zaraki, it's supposed to be just sex. Why should I think about you?” I was becoming a little suspicious.

 

“Feel me now, deep inside you. Think about how that feels. I want you to think about that. Think about how you felt when you came. Think about the sex we've had. You want more. I want more, much more.”

 

I blushed remembering the number of times I had thought about that in the human world. “You didn't think about me. You ignored me in the human world. You didn't even look in my direction. I may as well not have been there when the Captain General called you in. You didn't have to ignore me like that,” I accused.

 

“Of course I did. If I had looked at you, I would have wanted to fuck you right there. Kuchiki warned me about that, told me I had to control my peasant urges. I couldn't look at you. As soon as we got back here I got you. I'm inside you now. We have fucked; we are going to fuck again. Knowing I was going to see you made me so hard.”

 

With those words he bent to kiss me. He just placed his lips on mine, gently. The slight pressure of his mouth on mine felt different to the urgent sexual kisses we had exchanged until now. He held me close and continued the gentle kiss. It was odd feeling the almost asexual kiss but at the same time having his penis fully within my body. No one had ever kissed me like that while inside me. It was always tongues and fever.

 

I had only experienced that type of gentle kiss when I was a child. I had kissed Gin like that. I pushed that particular memory away.

 

When he finished kissing me, I had to question him. “What was the kiss about?”

 

“I just wanted to kiss you like that. Do I have to explain everything?”

 

“Yes.”

 

He kissed me again. An urgent kiss, full of sexual promise. I felt myself relax and I became more aroused. I forgot to question the gentle kiss. Maybe that was his plan. His tongue invaded my mouth like a hunter seeking prey. I touched his tongue with mine and he licked it. He deepened the kiss.

 

“You're still nearly fully dressed,” I commented breathlessly, once he broke the kiss. I tried to remove his coat but he captured my hands with one of his.

 

“Oh, yeah. I'm too busy right now to think about getting undressed” he said as lowered his head to my neck and ran his tongue from my chin down my throat..

 

I had always been sensitive on the neck. As he licked me I wriggled again, almost giggling. It tickled and felt good at the same time.

 

“You like that, do you?” he commented as he continued.

 

I pushed against him giggling and feeling increasingly aroused as he alternately licked and sucked my neck. I could feel him within me as I wriggled but he was not making any further moves. He seemed content to make me squirm under him. The more I moved, the more attention he paid to my neck. He started biting me gently. Then he sucked hard, drawing the skin into his mouth.

 

“Zaraki, what are you doing?” I gasped.

 

“Whatever I want. I like it when you do that. I can feel you move around me. Makes me want to have you quickly, but I prefer it when you lose control,” his breathing was ragged as he spoke.

 

“How do I make you lose control?” I asked breathlessly.

 

“You'll have to try harder,” he said as his mouth moved down to my breast. He took the nipple in and bit it gently. The pressure made me buck against him. I couldn't control my groan of pleasure.

 

Taking that as a sign he removed his mouth from my breast and began to thrust into me urgently. I had not expected the urgency. It matched the urgency that had been building in me since he began licking my neck. He had never taken me so demandingly before, and I felt myself being caught up in his passion. I responded, pushing against him, getting hotter and wilder, until I felt as if my body was exploding from pleasure and I lost control. I felt Zaraki come, his body shuddering. He yelled loudly.

 

He withdrew and lay on his back, breathing heavily. My breathing wasn't much better.

 

“You yelled,” I said.

 

“Yeah. So?”

 

“You never have before. What was different?”

 

“Doesn't matter, does it?” Zaraki replied laconically.

 

“I'm curious. Why did you yell?”

 

“You love asking questions, don't you? Okay, I lost control. Happy now?” Zaraki said closing his eyes.

 

I turned on my side to look at him. He was still fully dressed. The material of his garments was wet with sweat and the mingling of our fluids. I wanted him naked so I could touch the warmth of his skin.

 

“Yes, I am happy, but I'll be happier if you removed your clothes. Or you could let me remove them for you,” I suggested slyly.

 

“Hell, you're insatiable, woman. Good thing I am too.” He opened the eye not covered by the patch. “Get on with it,” He instructed me.

 

I moved my hands to his face and removed his eye patch.

 

“Why that first?” he grumbled.

 

“I want to see your face properly.” The answer seemed obvious. I didn't like the eye patch.

 

“Most people prefer not to see my face,” he replied. He seemed uncomfortable with my comments.

 

“I'm not most people.” Why were we talking about the eye patch? Did we ever have a normal conversation?

 

I had to get him to move so I could remove his coat. I dropped it over the side of the bed. I now got astride him to remove his shirt. As I undid it I allowed my hands to roam over his chest. Once his shirt was off there was only one thing I wished to remove. “Now it gets interesting.”

 

Zaraki grinned at me. “I'm already interested.”

 

I looked down and noticed his erection. “Help me get these off,” I said as the breath caught in my throat. I couldn't believe that the sight of his erection could make me want him again. I was reacting to visual images as if I were a man. Getting him undressed was taking too long.

 

Zaraki laughed as he removed the last of his clothes. “It's easier to strip you.” His hands cupped my breasts.

 

“I don't rip your clothes off,” I replied haughtily enjoying the sensation of his warm hands.

 

“You could if you wanted to. I wouldn't mind,” he said throatily. His hands continued to fondle me.

 

Talking about clothes made me aware of one problem. It also reminded me of something I needed to know. “I just realised that I don't have a spare uniform.”

 

“Don't worry about that,” Zaraki said as he pulled me close. “I got some spares in your size. I knew I'd get impatient with the clothes. This way I can get into you so much faster.”

 

“Sex again, Zaraki?”

 

“Is that a problem?” He grinned at me, his hands continuing to arouse me.

 

“No. Yes. Before we do, I want to know something.”

 

Zaraki's face was close to mine and he looked at me curiously. “Depends what you want to know,” he said cautiously.

 

I paused. Was this a stupid question? Was I sure I wanted to hear the answer? It was too late. I needed to know. “Why don't you call me by my name?” I finally asked.

 

Zaraki looked bewildered. “That's the question you wanted to ask? I thought it was something more serious.”

 

“It is serious,” I insisted. “The fact that you don't call me by my name makes me feel that you don't really see me as a person.” I actually wondered if he knew what my name was. That worried me. He must know my name. It would hurt to find out he didn't know.

 

“I hadn't noticed,” he said as he ran his hand down my flank. “It's not like we spend a lot of time talking. So what should I call you? Matsumoto? Ran? Beloved?”

 

The last word made my heart leap, but I tried to control my expression. He did know my name. “I prefer either Matsumoto or Ran. If you really want to call me beloved, I have no objections but it might be embarrassing in public. This is only sex after all.”

 

“Yes, just sex, Matsumoto, beloved,” said Zaraki before he kissed me lingeringly.

 

I had trouble believing my ears, but the kiss distracted me. When he stopped kissing me I looked at him. “Funny, Zaraki. Enough of the teasing. I don't appreciate it.” He kissed me again. Again I was distracted.

 

I felt my arms reach to embrace him. I wanted him close to me, to feel his skin against mine. Hearing him use my name and call me beloved had confused me again. I was having enough trouble trying to sort out my feelings without any further complications. If he could just remember our bargain I might have a better chance of ignoring all those perilous thoughts that invited me to test the limits.

 

Kissing him was sweet and arousing. I was scared of the kiss ending because we might talk again, and if we talked I might betray myself. If only he played by the rules.

 

After the kiss he stroked my cheek gently. We were lying on our sides, my arm around him. I had felt like this before, when I thought there was something more than there was. I did not want to make the same mistake.

 

“You don't have to pretend you care, Zaraki. I understand the situation,” I said with as little emotion as I could.

 

“I'm not pretending,” he replied in a matter of fact tone. I became very still. I was imagining things. This was wrong.

 

“I said, I'm not pretending Matsumoto. I care,” Zaraki grated. It sounded like the words had been forced out of him. I pulled back from him, terrified and elated. I looked at him, searching his face for the truth of his words. What did it mean that he cared?

 

He frowned at me. “What is the problem? I didn't declare undying love. I just said I cared. I think it will take some time to get bored with you in bed. You make me jealous when I think of you with anyone else. I can talk to you, I think. Maybe we should try talk about something other than sex one day to find out. I missed you while you were away. I enjoy having sex with you. Hell, I want to fuck you as soon as I see you. Yeah, I care. I don't want to hurt you. I prefer to hear you scream my name in pleasure. Do you care about me?”

 

I nodded not daring to say a word or all the stupid words I was suppressing would tumble out, embarrassing me and estranging Zaraki.

 

“Good. Now we won't mention it again. Kiss me,” he demanded.

 

I noticed it was the first time he had asked me to kiss him. I was more than glad to fulfil the demand. I kissed him hungrily, wanting to taste him, feel his mouth on mine. Kissing him, I felt an overwhelming rush of emotion. This was not good. I was off balance. I needed to get away from him, just for a moment, so I could regain mastery over my emotions.

 

I pulled away and muttered, “Bathroom,” as I got up from the bed.

 

Once in the bathroom, I shut the door and leant against it. My thoughts were racing. “What the hell is going on? I am out of control. Just because he said he cared doesn't mean anything. He might not mean it anyway. Why am I so affected by this man? Should I leave?”

 

Moving away from the door, I freshened up and then washed my face while gazing into the mirror. My eyes looked strange. My neck was marked where Zaraki had bitten it. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't stay in the bathroom for too long, it would look suspicious. If I went out, I wasn't sure I would be able to control my words.

 

I don't know how long I gazed at my reflection. It did not help.

 

I had to face the facts. If I told Zaraki how I felt, that would be the end. He told me he cared, but that was all. I felt more than care. No matter how many times I denied it, no matter how many times I told myself it was only lust, I knew the truth. Why I had fallen for him, I didn't know. I didn't even know the man! His scent, his touch was imprinted on me so deeply after such a short time.

 

Maybe it would be better to tell him now, before I sank any deeper into the raw pit of emotion. If he ended it now, I would recover. It might take some time, but it would be better to get the pain over with now. I envisaged the days ahead. I had experienced that pain before. I had coped then, I would cope now. My resolution was formed. I would leave the bathroom and be with Zaraki again. I hoped I would be able to hold my tongue until I had sex with him once more.

 

I opened the door.

 

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