Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Drawn to the Rhythm (The Easiest Thing ) ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer

I don't own Bleach and I am not making any money off of it. Some other lucky bastard is!

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Author's Note(s)

Next chapter is the 3PM meeting at Urahara's, it will explain the most of Orihime's instability, her powers, and why she so desperately needs Ishida Uryuu.

WARNING: I am prone to fits of writing graphic gratuitous sex, anyone who tried to translate my pen name shouldn't be surprised [Saseko, loose woman, whore]. This story will have a lot of graphically written gratuitous sex of the vanilla and possibly not very vanilla flavor (we'll see). So if you don't like reading that stuff, may be a good time to stop after this chapter.

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Chapter Summary

The night and the morning after. Tatsuki talks with her mother, Lots of sweet IshiHime moments, some more blushing, Orihime spys on Uryuu, Uryuu spies on Orihime, She tells him what really happened to her in Las Noches, Orihime looses control of her powers.

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CHAPTER 6

 

“Mom, I'm home.” Tatsuki dropped her school bag at the front door and shouted across the small apartment. “Is dinner ready yet?” After the day she had, she felt like she could eat an elephant!

 

Tatsuki followed the sound of her mother's voice to the kitchen. “Hi dear, how was your day? No, dinner's not ready just yet. How's your friend Orihime doing, is she feeling any better?” A single working mother, Arisawa Shiori, Arisawa-san, was a kind and very disciplined woman, she tolerated no disrespect. She looked far too young for her age; she was an older and more mature version of her daughter. Like Orihime, she was a natural beauty. Her skin was smoothly pale and flawless, she had jet black waist length hair that usually hung in a high pony tail, she was full busted with a stunning athletic figure, and large soft brown eyes. She took very good care of her self, consequentially she was very beautiful. Arisawa-san did her best to pass on the importance of kindness, honor, loyalty, and maintaining a healthy lifestyle to her young daughter.

 

“Yeah, Orihime still has some things to deal with, but yeah, definitely she seems a lot better.” Tatsuki told her mother that Orihime had hit her head and was knocked unconscious. Normally, when Orihime wasn't feeling well, Shiori-san would cook a tiny buffet of food for the girl and send her daughter to deliver. Arisawa-san loved her daughter's little friend, in fact she tended to worry and fuss about her as if Orihime were her own. Tatsuki thanked whatever gods existed that her mother was so busy with work these past two weeks that she hadn't tried to go visit Orihime, who was supposedly in the hospital. Hospital visiting hours were always over by the time her mother was free to visit anyway. “I think Orihime went and got herself a boyfriend too.” She laughed out loud at the thought. “He's crazy protective of her, but he's really sweet with her too.”

 

“Oh really?” Shiori's interest perked, “and do I know this boy?”

 

The karate champ rolled her eyes. She knew how much her mother loved Orihime. Sometimes, she would use Orihime's name as target practice and say things like, “Orihime went and got herself a boyfriend,” just so she could size up her mother's reactions and have a good idea of how her mom would react should the news ever actually be Tatsuki related news. “Yup, I think you do. Her handicrafts club friend, Ishida Uryuu, the class geek. Literally, he's first in our class.”

“Ishida Uryuu, isn't he Ishida Ryuuken's son?”

 

Tatsuki's head shot around in surprise, “Uh yeah, I think so. How do you know him Mom?”

 

“Oh we go way back, went to high school together.” It was a true and casual confession.

 

Something was making Tatsuki uneasy, “Really? Hm, do you know a woman named Yoruichi too?”

 

This time it was her mother's turn to be caught off guard. She stopped what she was doing and eyed her daughter carefully, “I do. Why do you ask Tatsuki-chan?”

 

The girl pulled out the small sealed envelope and handed it to her mother. “Yoruichi-san and,” she took a chance to, and went on a hunch, “Yoruichi-san and Urahara-san asked me to give this to you.” She watched her mother take the letter, her face betrayed nothing but Tatsuki still got her answer.

 

“Yes my clever daughter, I know Urahara Kisuke too.” She opened the letter, it was succinct, “Priestess, your calling has come. Your family's attendance is required, tomorrow, Saturday afternoon at 3:00 PM.” She closed the letter; a painful expression crossed her face as she gazed at her only daughter. “Come Tatsuki, we need to talk.”

 

The young girl had never seen her mother look so gloomy before. Mother and daughter would stay up all night talking, but after two weeks of dealing with Shinigami, learning about Quincy, discovering Orihime's powers, and watching Ishida kill a man only to have Orihime raise him from the dead she was certain nothing her mother had to say could top that. She found out just how very wrong she could be.

 

In another apartment building a different young girl who wore a t-shirt and Quincy boxers finally fell fast asleep with a happy smile on her faced nestled comfortably in the trusting arms of the boy she loved.

 

Ishida inhaled her wonderful scent; it felt right to hold her while she slept. One hand idly scratching her belly while the other held her tight, he laughed to himself, `who knew that's what would finally get her to settle down and sleep!' He looked forward to scratching her belly every night for the rest of their lives. He was up to the task!

 

As wonderful as it felt lying right where he was, hours of her kisses, her laughter, her sensual whispers and innocent touches left him in need of getting rid of some tension. He knew taking care of the problem would be very quick, but untangling himself from his precious Orihime without waking her so he could make it into the bathroom, very-very difficult. Twenty minutes and a hand cramp later he tip-toed into the bathroom, shut the door, grabbed a tissue, and pressed his back against the wall to sat down on the floor ready to do business. The poor Quincy was completely unaware that 20 minutes of breakaway maneuvers had failed him, Orihime was awake.

 

Orihime slipped out of bed and crept toward the bathroom door. She felt his throbbing erection press against her long before they even decided to try and sleep. `Poor Ury-kun.' She felt bad for him. She knew that when boys got that way it hurt after a while if they didn't take care of it, and she just knew after his reaction from earlier, when she took off her shirt, that he certainly wouldn't let her help him with this. She felt bad for him, but it was his choice to suffer. She wanted to be with him and thanks to an education she wished she never had; she knew exactly how to tend to him. She wanted to make him feel good.

 

Orihime liked that her violet eyed undercover god was so completely aroused by her, and it surprised her just how often though. He was always disappearing into the bathroom, he thought he was being elusive but she knew. `It must be a Quincy thing.' She knew from Chizuru's ranting that human boys couldn't get aroused so often or so quickly in succession, and in Las Noches it was no different.

 

Orihime took up post squatting down on the floor with her ear pressed against the bathroom door. She wanted to hear him, she liked the way he said her name when he was driven by lust. However, what she heard made her laugh so hard she bit her arm to keep from making a noise. It wasn't until a few moments later that she finally began to hear her name roll off lustfully of his lips, over and over again. She couldn't believe what just being near him did to her, it took so little for him to make her wet. He didn't know that and she was thankful that girls could hide their arousal better than boys; otherwise she was certain they'd either be constantly fighting for use of the bathroom or fucking like rabbits. She preferred the latter.

 

As she secretly listened to her Quincy grow closer to his climax, a sudden flush tinted her body when she realized what his unique Quincy condition meant for her. `Oh, when Ury-kun's ready he'll be…' Her body tensed in excitement and lost in her own private moment of enthusiasm she burst straight up into the air like a wayward cheerleader, “UNSTOPPABLE!” Completely unaware that she had just very loudly shouted that last word. She was very excited that her Ury-kun was gorgeous, sexy, and apparently very closely related to the Energizer bunny.

 

Uryuu pulled his rock hard erection out but before taking care of it, he decided to have a little man-to-man talk with his purple appendage, he quietly scolded lil Ury-kun about being selfish and not thinking of anyone else but his own pleasure! `Ugh, somehow I don't think I'm getting through to him!' “Fine, you win - again! You always win you selfish prick! Don't you care about me at all? I was very happy right where I was. I left a warm bed full of Orihime to come deal with you! He glared at his dripping cock that just seemed to mock him, “Sometimes I hate you!”

 

Accepting defeat, he assumed the position and strangled lil Ury-kun before completely giving in. `Everything is moving so fast for us, but it feels right.' He no longer had to imagine what her lips felt like, what she smelled like, or what her innocent touches would do to him; he knew what his Hime-chan felt like now. His pleasure was building, his eyes rolled back in head, “Orihime, I know I had you put your shirt back on, but thank you Hime-chan, thank-you.” Visions of her perfect and grand breasts flooded his mind while he stroked, “they're beautiful Orihime.” A few more stern strokes and he'd be able to join his Hime-chan back in bed.

 

“UNSTOPPABLE…”

 

Startled and so close to climax he exploded into the tissue with a load grunt. “ORIHIME! Are you ok?” He yanked up his boxers and ran to the pulled open the bathroom door to find a beet red girl, standing right at the bathroom door, covering her mouth with both hands looking guilty as sin itself. `This can't be good, please say she doesn't know what I do in there. Oh crap what if she heard me.' He could feel the heat of embarrassment rush his face.

 

“Orihime, did you do something bad?”

 

The rueful girl kept her hands clamped over her mouth and slowly gave an affirmative nod. Telepathically she tried to control his thoughts, `please Ury-kun, don't be mad at me.'

 

He glared at the guilty looking girl for a second, “Did you do something that would make me feel uhh… embarrassed?” `If the answer is yes I really don't want any details!'

 

`Ury-kun's mad at me!' She dropped her hands from her mouth and timidly shook her head yes once more. She didn't ever want him to be mad at her. She looked like a sad dejected kitten. She didn't want to be in trouble but she wouldn't lie to him.

 

`Shoot me now! If Orihime's tells me she heard me jacking off to her I don't think I can handle that! It will be, hands down, the most embarrassing moment of my life!' “Hrm… I see,” He stood there studying the small girl that all but coward before him. She looked so sad, it was cute really. He couldn't be mad. He wasn't entirely sure what she did, though he had a pretty good idea and he had to believe her when she said it would embarrass him if he found out. `Oh well'… he lunged forward and hoisted her over his shoulder. He was met with a surprised girly EEEEAPP! Orihime shrieked in surprise and then in giddy playfulness as he walked toward the bed teasingly spanking her airborne ass.

 

He felt a small finger pull the waistband of his boxers away from his back, cold air rushed between his taut cheeks. “Oh, Ury-kun's got a nice a….”

 

Before she could finish her sentence he dropped her onto the bed, straddling her waist and pinning her wrists above her head. “Orihime,” he looked dead serious, “what am I going to do with you?”

 

He watched the trapped girl squirm beneath him and lick her lips hungrily, “I can think of a few things.”

 

He simply rolled his eyes. “You really are hard to resist Hime-chan!”

 

“So stop trying!” Came her simple candid retort. `He's weakening, YAY! Ury-kun, you uncover god, you will be mine soon!' She paused for a moment, “Ury-kun why aren't you mad at me?”

 

The question shocked him a little, “Well, if all you did was something that might potentially embarrass me, especially if it only involves the two of us, it just doesn't seem worth it to be mad at you. As cute as you are when you think you're in trouble, you're much cuter when you smile! “ He puffed his chest out to accentuate his manliness, “my goals aim for maximum cuteness.” He smiled goofily, “Unless you want me to be mad at you, in which case I guess I'd have to punish you.”

 

`My Ury-kun's the perfect boy!' “Awe, Ury-kun,” she pouted, “you don't have to wait for me to be in trouble to punish me.” Her girlish giggles drained all the sensually out of her retort.

 

He chuckled in amusement. His eyes softened, he stared down at her with complete loving adoration flickering in his eyes. `She's perfect. I'm going to miss her when she goes home. I've never been so happy. The only time I smile is with her. Ugh, in fact I smile so much my cheeks hurt!' She watched his face furrow for a second; he seemed lost in thought. He freed her wrists. She tangled her fingers in his and gazed at the boy on top of her, she wanted to remember everything about him every second of every day. She sat patiently allowing him to finish his thought.

 

“Hime-chan?”

 

“Hm?” He looked nervous; his palms were sweating against hers. “What's wrong Ury-kun?”

 

“Nothing's wrong.” He rolled off of her and sat at the edge of the bed, he could see he was starting to worry her. “Nothing's wrong Hime-chan really,” He looked at her and smiled nervously, “will you move in with me?” It was an impulse decision, but she was more addictive than crack. He couldn't just have her tonight and walk away. Every time he looked at her he felt overwhelmed with a myriad of emotions for her, a need to be with her, and a primitive wholly animalistic desire to protect what was his.

 

He was knocked to the floor by her legendary Hime-strength. 100 percent sweet girl lunged at him, and wrapped her arms around him to kiss him passionately.

 

Looking up into the eyes he could swim in, “is that a yes?”

 

She bounced around avidly on top of him and covered his face with butterfly kisses, “yes,yes, yes, yes.”

 

His body melted beneath her, the look in her face and the tears in her eyes, “it's settled then. Welcome home Inoue Orihime, Cupid-chan, and Psyche-chan. We'll have to get a picture of the four of us and put it in the frame.”

 

“You make me so happy Ury-kun, thank you.” She smiled at him sweetly as he lifted them both back in the bed. “Does this make me your girlfriend?”

 

He laughed and gave her a nod before tucking her under his chin and pulling up the covers. “Go to sleep now Hime-chan, we have a big day tomorrow.” She complied contently, knowing that she would be sleeping in her Quincy cocoon every night.

 

Two hours later…

 

Orihime woke feeling chilly and very sad. She looked around the dark room and found Uryuu sitting on the floor with his back pressed up against the wall, he was watching her sleep. “Ury-kun, is everything ok?” She could feel his reiatsu; it was seething angry and immeasurably sad. `Uryuu…' She recognized these feelings, they were the same feelings he had the other night. They were intensely strong, “Uryuu?” She softly called out again. She slipped out of the bed and walked toward him, he just starred. “Ury-kun,” she sat down in front of him, “please what's wrong?”

 

She knew it was only a matter of time before this would happen, she didn't expect it so soon. His weakened voice seemed to plead when he spoke, “what happened Orihime? I want to know… all of it.”

 

Taken back by the request, “why?” she didn't question his motives, she was just foolishly stalling for time. He didn't answer. `Ury-kun has a right to know. I don't want to carry this by myself, I trust Ury-kun, if I tell him it will hurt, hurt so much. I can't hurt him, I love him.' She lifted his chin and looked him dead in the eye, “Ishida Uryuu, you're asking me to hurt you.” It would hurt him dearly to know what she actually endured under Aizen's custody.

 

“Yes Hime-chan I am,” the light from the street lamp outside caught his tear. “Inoue Orihime, I'm begging you, let me carry the burden with you.”

 

`With me…' The small bit of resolve she'd been using to delude herself in an effort to keep the weight of her captivity from burying her alive had buckled under the weight of his words. The memories of her living hell that waded shallowly beneath her fingertips roared like a title wave in her head. She fell forward into the arms of her loving salvation and cried. For four hours she cried without speaking a word. For four hours he held her in under the moonlight in his lap, tightly in his arms, and rocked her back and forth gently without saying a word.

 

When she finally began to speak, he just listened attentively-quietly. When she shook he'd scratch her belly or massage the palms of her hands. She recanted in painstaking detail every word she could remember, every laceration, bruise, burn, cut and unwanted touch and phallic object she could recollect. She dictated with nauseating accuracy every sickeningly perverse act she was made to perform, every look of purely sadistic self satisfied malice that etched the faces of her rapists, and every feeling of shame and humiliation she endured. She told him of her black-outs, her reiatsu flare, and she told him everything she wanted so desperately to forget about Ichigo. She told him absolutely everything she could remember.

 

When she was finished, when dawn pierced the new day, after seven hours she finally looked up to see the face of the boy she loved who so patiently and lovingly weathered the storm with her. His face was as tear stained as her own. He was sad and broken. She knew he would be. His hurt was thick, heavy, and palpable in the air, but his eyes said I love you Inoue Orihime, forever, his embrace said I'll protect you Inoue Orihime, forsaking all others and his voice said, “you'll never be alone again Inoue Orihime, your happiness and your burdens are now my own. Thank you.”

 

Too drained to moved, they salvaged the early morning hours and fell asleep wrapped tightly around one another right where they were.

 

As the day rolled on the noise outside of the IshiHime household grew louder. Orihime woke with her face pressed against a hard wet chest. `Huh, wet…? Oh no! Please, I didn't.' She could tell he was awake; she was too scared to look up and see Uryuu as she used the bottom of her t-shirt to wipe her Hime-drool off of his chiseled bare chest. It was almost as if he could feel her stark embarrassment when she felt the noise and the trembles that signaled a highly entertained laughing boy.

 

“Good morning Hime-chan,” he kissed the top of her head and leaned closer to her ear. His husky voice sent shivers up her spine, “you just keep getting more adorable!”

 

“Ewwww,” she tilted her head up and softly elbowed him in the stomach. “You think my drool is cute do you?”

 

One stern and highly amused nod followed.

 

“Awe,” she looked up at him as if he'd gone nuts, “You really do love me don't you!”

 

He laughed. “Hai, even when you're being a brat!” He waggled his eyebrows, “so, what does a guy have to do in these parts to get a good morning kiss from his own girlfriend?”

 

“Silly boy, I'm all yours. Anytime.” She tilted her head back and puckered. The bait was set.

 

The violet eyed Quincy boy leaned his lips into hers, the perfect way to start any new day. After several minutes of yummy Hime goodness, he stood up shifting the girl that slept in his lap last night in his arms so that she rested comfortably. He carried her back to the bed bridal style and dropped her in, and ran to the bathroom. “I'll be out in a minute, and stay away from the door Hime-chan,” he scolded.

 

She could feel his length pressing against her, poor boy had morning wood. She had to wonder how long he sat there waiting for her wake up. `He's torturing himself, it's so sweet. I really need to break him of that particular habit!' She sat up and waited patiently. When he finally emerged from the bathroom, she nearly passed out. So much happened last night but this was the first time she saw him standing upright in good light wearing nothing but his proud Quincy boxers. `Kami he's gorgeous!'

 

He came out of the bathroom and starred at the incredibly sexy girl sitting on his bed… err, an evil grin donned his face, their bed. `How is it possible for her to look even more incredible now than she did last night?'

 

Gathering enough boldness she finally spoke her mind, “Ury-kun, I know what you're doing in there.” She watched him turn pink, “and I know it's me your thinking about.” She watched him turn red. “You don't have to hide, Ury-kun.” She stepped off the bed and walked over to the abashed boy. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him, and in an attempt to calm his fears she spoke with the sweetest most sincere voice she had, “Please Ury-kun, let me take care of you. I want to. I want to take care of anything you need, anything you want. It will make me happy, both of us happy. You just have to let me.”

 

`Yup, I was right, this is definitely the most embarrassing moment of my life!' “But…” he was cut off before he could get any further.

 

“Please look at me,” she could feel the heat of his nervousness and embarrassment radiating off of his body. She looked him in the eye, “I love you.” Her eyes tried desperately to apologize and make him feel less awkward. “If your hesitation is genuinely from something on your end, I'll be patient till the end of time. I won't pressure you, but if your hesitation has anything to do with me, then you're being silly. I told you I'm not the same girl I was before; I want you Ishida Uryuu, all of you as often as I can have you. I want to make you feel good, I never want to touch or be touched by anyone else but you. Everything I know about being touched is tainted and vile. Please Ury-kun, I choose you… show me how wonderful it can be. I need you.” She stood up on her tippy-toes and placed a chaste kiss on his soft lips. “Trust me… you won't hurt me.”

 

The flush subsided, “How do you do that?”

 

“What?”

 

“You just made the most embarrassing moment of my life to date disappear in two seconds. I could have walked around tormented endlessly by that whole scenario for days. It can't possibly be this easy to be with you Orihime.” The girl, his life, and all possible futures with her just kept getting better and better.

 

She smiled big and hopped up to peck him on his chin. “Hn,” she looked perplexed, “I'll work on that Ury-kun.” He saw an evil glint in her eye, “you're too cute when you're embarrassed for it to only last two seconds.”

 

“Hmph! I'm sure you'll find plenty of ways to get what you want, and I dread and look forward to it all.” He reached up to cup her face in both hands and his face and tone were serious, “I'm sorry Hime-chan, I didn't know. The hesitation's not on my end. I've wanted you in every way imaginable for so long and I'm scared to ruin it now that I have you. I didn't think you'd want a physical relationship after what happened to you. I thought you might think badly of me if you knew how much of a hentai the mere thought of you could turn me into.” He breathed in deeply, “and I can't believe I'm going to say this…”

 

She bit her lip to keep from laughing as she watched his face turn red again, `oh, this should be good.' She couldn't wait to hear whatever his confession would be.

 

His eyes danced around the room and looked everywhere but at her, he couldn't see the painfully amused expression on her face. There was a nice spot on the wall that deserved his undivided attention, “Over the years, whenever I uh, you know. Well, it's always you in my head Hime-chan,” `Ahh fuck it, I am so far in this hole I have nothing to loose,' he looked her square in the eye, “Inoue-Orihime, you are a very-very-very bad little girl!” She watched his eyes drill into her like a predator honing in on his prey, a small self satisfied and deliciously wicked grin crossed his face. She wasn't expecting that! She swooned and lost her balance, but he happily held her up.

 

`Oh kami that's just not right!' His words, the voice, those eyes, that look, this body…“is it hot in here?” `I think Ury-kun may be an undercover sex god!' He watched the lax girl in his arms with great amusement. It was her turn to blush again. “Oh no, did I just swoon?”

 

“Why yes Hime-chan, I do believe so.” He was picking on her and enjoying every second of it.

 

“Um Ury-kun,” hailed the tiny sweet voice of a wickedly aroused teenage girl.

 

“Hai…?”

 

“Which drawer are your boxers in, I need a new pair.”

 

For the second time in his life he laughed so hard he cried. She loved it when he laughed; everything in her world was perfect when he laughed like that. “Here you go koibito.” He handed her a new pair of boxers and kissed the top of her head, “I am definitely keeping you! Now, you should go shower, we have to be at Urahara's soon and no...” he cut her off before she could even start to speak, “I'm not joining you.”

 

She disappeared into the bathroom mumbling something about wicked selfish gods and evil little boys who are too hot be so stingy, he thought he heard something `on display in a museum' too but he couldn't be sure.

 

Ishida gathered up their dirty clothes to drop them in the washer. He fumbled a bit when his hand landed on her cotton Transformers underwear. “What?” `Orihime wears little boy underwear?' The more he thought about it the more it made sense; after all they don't print Transformers on girls' panties. `I love this girl! Not even her underwear is ordinary.' Her bra on the other hand was all lacey sexy hot girl. He tried to picture her wearing nothing but Transformer underwear and a sex goddess bra, the mental image was silly and fun and incredibly arousing, lil Uryuu was wide awake. He ignored his bastard appendage and shivered in excitement; he was certain that even doing the laundry was going to be a lot more fun now that she was moving in.

 

Being the fabric guru he was, he knew better than to put the bra in the washing machine. After indulging his well developed Hime-hentai'ness by rubbing the soft undergarment along his cheek and deeply inhaling her scent, he set it aside. `What the hell is she going to wear today? Her clothes won't be dry before we leave. I'll call Tatsuki and ask her to bring Orihime some clean clothes to the meeting.'

 

On the way toward the phone he passed the bathroom door. He didn't hear a shower, he heard the soft swishing of bath tub water and he heard his name sensually rolling off her lips. He was shocked, `girls masturbate in the bathroom too?' Little Uryuu was now screaming and weeping wildly for attention. The innocent virgin of a boy was powerless to do anything other than drop to the floor and listen as the girl he loved satisfied herself because he wouldn't. He was so fully aroused, but all he could do was feel bad for denying her. His hand slipped beneath the waste band of his boxers and wrapped firmly around his heated shaft. He listened to her through the door. Uryuu has had this fantasy before many times, Orihime masturbating while he watched. He played the images in his mind and fused them with the euphoric feminine moans that caressed the air.

 

Orihime knew he was sitting at the door, `he doesn't understand how sensitive I am to reiatsu, especially his.' Her thumb teased her dark auburn curls while her two fingers massaged her folds. “Ury-kun…” Being with him was driving her to the brink of insanity, he was her savior and perhaps he'd be her undertaker. She knew her feelings were a bit unnatural, she knew she was being aggressive, she was grateful that he did know how much of her aggression she was holding back. `Why do I need him so badly? What happened two nights ago, I gave him part of me I felt him take it, I knew then I wanted him to have me?' Her fingers slipped between the folds and delved into her core, “Uryuuu… oh Ury.” Her need for him was quite pressing; her own sanity seemed to literally depend on it. Her eyes drifted shut and she saw his tender loving face. A soapy hand roughly twisted and pinched at her nipples. “Please Uryuu I need you, oh Ury-kun.” Her fingers began to aggressively spear into her. `Why do I need you? What's wrong with me?' Her vivid imagination showed her exactly what she wanted, “Oh Kami, Uryuu harder, more… please, oh yes.” Her ministrations grew harder and faster, the pressure was building between her legs, it clouded her thoughts, all she could see and feel was salvation claiming her, fucking her. Her body wreathed spilling water over the top. Something was wrong. Her intensity kept building but she could never find release, “More please….” she screamed “Uryuu FUCK ME!” She couldn't wake up, she was crying.

 

`Something's wrong.' He could feel it. The need for his own release disappeared. He knocked on the door, Orihime? “Are you ok?” There was no answer. He heard water splash against the floor, she was begging in the throws of passion too intense for her to illicit by touching herself. He opened the door, what he saw scared him half to death. Orihime was rigid, her body shook and spasm'ed violently, her position contorted, head bent back while she screamed out begging for release. He knew her muscles couldn't withstand that much tension for too long, she was crying, she was in pain. “ORIHIME!” He dropped to her side.

 

She couldn't open her eyes. A pained pleading whimper begged…”Ury-kun, help me!”

 

He didn't know what to do. He placed his hands on her face to move her head into a move comfortable position. His hands locked in place and her eyes shot wide open. He could not see it but he felt the energy around her go wildly insane before it converged on him. She watched his eyes glow a blinding white. The more her body relaxed, the more the energy left her to go through him, the brighter the light in his eyes.

 

She sobbed wildly as she regained the use of her body, “I'm so sorry Ury-kun.” The energy grew even more unstable, he couldn't move. It kept passing through him, filling him up.

 

At the top of her lungs she shouted, “STOP IT, he can't handle it.” She pleaded the vast amounts of energy stabbing into him. She knew if this continued he'd die. The energy was the source of her power. She so desperately tried to contain it and it was slowly driving her insane; she slipped up and let her guard down. The power that flowed through Orihime, the power that Grimmjow's brutality unlocked, escaped her and it was killing him. She ripped his hands away from her face; he fell limply to the floor a bit dazed but no worse for the wear.

 

He watched in amazement, Orihime was better but now, he could see it now, all of it. A maelstrom of untamed raw power converged back on her. It slowly calmed but never went away, it just flowed through her. How anyone could contain such power was beyond him. He lunged back to the side of the tub and hugged Orihime fiercely, “Are you ok?”

 

She latched onto him tightly, refusing to budge. “I'm so sorry Ury-kun, please forgive me.”

 

He stroked her wet hair and whispered words of comfort into her ear until she was ready to loosen her grip on him.

She watched his face in wonder while he looked in awe around the room; he looked like a little boy watching fireworks for the first time. “Orihime, what is all of this?”

 

“You can see it Ury-kun?”

 

“Yes, it's beautiful and it's all centered on you. It's amazing; it's almost how the air and the wind might look if you could see it.”

 

“I want to get out of the tub first.”

 

“Oh sure”… he stood up and grabbed a towel before lending his hand to help her up. He unabashedly surveyed every curve of her naked body; she gave him all the time he needed. When he was done he wrapped a towel around her. “You're stunning, completely beautiful.” He smiled serenely at her. “Everything about you is incredible Orihime, even your Transformer underwear.”

 

“My underwear, you hentai!” He wasn't upset by any of this, he was just happy she was ok. “I love you; you always know what to say to make me feel better.” She opened her towel and wrapper then both in it.

 

“So what is it?” He still stared in wonder and amazement as energy from all directions flowed into Orihime and then back out.

 

“That's my reiatsu. I'm so sorry Ury-kun; I can't control my powers all the time. It almost killed you.”

 

“THAT'S your reiatsu! WOW, that's mammoth!” After a brief pause he pulled apart and bent over to claim her lips, “nothing happened to me, I'm fine. In fact, because of it I can see more clearly. I love everything I see Orihime.”

 

“Ury-kun's wonderful,” she hugged him sweetly then grabbed his wrist to check the time, “and it's time for him to take a shower. We have to be at Urahara's in 30 minutes.” Curious about something she pulled back from him. “Ury-kun, if you can see my reiatsu now, maybe you can also see the light in your eyes.”

 

He jumped over to the mirror and then jumped back into the wall. Orihime giggled, “I'll take that as a yes.”

 

“This is how you see me?” He kept switching the lights on and off. `She's right, my eyes light up in the dark, freaky!'

 

“Yup, every since your reiatsu flare.”

 

“Hn, I guess that solves that mystery then.”

 

“Hrm?”

 

“The light in my eyes kind of looks like your reiatsu. The night I had my flare I felt some of your energy enter me. Besides, it would explain why your reiatsu just tried to fill me up. It must have thought I was its home since some part of your essence already lives in me.”

 

She dropped her towel and jumped up on the boy, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She kissed her special wonderful boy slowly, deeply, and possessively until they were both breathless.

 

“Oh wow! Did a super hot naked girl just jump up on me and kiss me?” He played and smiled.

 

She nodded in the affirmative and wiggled around pressing all her naked glorious girlness against his bare chest and torso.”And, we'll pick up right here later.” She kissed his nose and bounced toweless out of the bathroom. “Now go get clean stud, we're going to be late.”

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