Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Drawn to the Rhythm (The Easiest Thing ) ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

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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)

Reviews are always appreciated. I'm curious what people think of the story plot.

Is anyone having problems following the story line?

Please no flames or debates related to the religious context.

Beta'ed after the chapter was originally posted by Bastion

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Chapter Edit History

2/18/2008 This chapter has not yet been edited for grammar and spelling

03-12-2008 grammar and spelling changes

I still don't have any betas so please feel free to email me if you see something I need to fix

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Chapter Summary

Shiori, Tatsuki, and Uryuu spend the evening talking. This chapter is primarily devoted to learning more about the twins' past and their powers.

Some special Tatsuki time

New character introduced

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CHAPTER 9

 

 

For several hours now Tatsuki fidgeted with the shiny new bracelet on her wrist. At first it seemed silly that any object so inanimate and apparently lifeless would know who she was. That was until he said, “go on Tatsuki.” He softly urged. “Try it on.”

 

 

When she put it on she watched the bewitched metal adjusted to comfortably fit the form of her left wrist. A moment later there was a strong beat, a second pulse filled her. She felt as though she had two hearts. When the elegantly carved metal locked around her wrist, she felt a brief surge of euphoria. All of her reiatsu clamored under her skin to gather on the unique pulsating rhythm of her Quincy cross. It was as if a sixth sense had awakened. She felt her reiatsu course powerfully through her body.

 

 

Prior to this moment, the only energy she'd ever felt before was Orihime's. She'd never felt her own energy, and she had certainly never seen what pure energy looked like before. But there it was her energy swimming around her. She starred with fascination at her hands and arms as she swayed them smoothly through the air - she could feel the slight cackles of energy in the in empty space, or what she once thought was empty space. She never felt so acutely aware of herself before.

 

 

If either twin had doubted Shiori and Ryuuken's confessions earlier, there was little doubt now. A Quincy cross would only reveal the rhythm of its pulse to the single divine Quincy it was crafted for. The ability to craft crosses was a dying art. Ishida Ryuuken was the last to know the secrets of the passing trade. This Quincy cross, Tatsuki's cross, was crafted over 16 years ago. Uryuu watched decisively as the holy relic accepted its new master.

 

 

Tatsuki stared at her brother; she kept trying to reach out to touch his reiatsu. She could see it, and it was nearly identical to hers.

 

 

Uryuu stared in fascination at her. `She really is my sister!' He wondered if this is what his Sensei saw in him, a younger Uryuu, the day he put on his cross. He would never forget the feeling. He remembered it as if it were yesterday. It felt like a spiritual awakening; a flood of ethereal awareness. It was truly an odd feeling to have two pulses. It took him awhile to get used to the new sensation. What he remembered most about that day was the feeling of his Sensei's uninhibited reiatsu. For the first time he truly saw the noble and caring man that he reverently called grandfather.

 

 

“It's an amazing feeling isn't it?” He watched her closely. “It's like waking up when you never even knew you were asleep.” He watched her grasp at the air, wholly enchanted by her new level of perception. `She's even left handed like I am.' Without removing his eyes from his enraptured sister, Uryuu exposed himself to the fledgling Quincy. He slowly set his reiatsu free. The tiny bit of spirit energy he released condensed in the air.

 

 

His reiatsu felt like sanctuary to Orihime. She snuggled tighter against him and sighed complaisantly.

 

 

Even though he only let a small portion of his reiatsu ebb, Shiori marveled at her son's power. It was the first time that she had ever seen it. His ability to mask his energy was better than anyone she'd ever met before. `His father was right! Gifted indeed!' His self-restraint and mastery over his own power was remarkable. `He's so relaxed, this is nothing to him. He has complete control.' It was deliberate, controlled, and beautiful. She watched her son's energy converge on his sister. `I wonder what he's sharing with her?'

 

 

She thought she saw something flash behind his deep violet eyes. It looked like, the power of The Heart. `What was that? No I'm imagining things. Why would The Heart put give its power to anyone?' Shiori decided that it was just the reflection of light off his glasses.

 

 

The priestess watched her daughter, some things were undeniable. `Tatsuki has no control, but even her unrefined natural power was far greater than both Ryuuken's and Sooken's combined, and even they were considered very gifted by Quincy standards.'

 

 

Shiori was the Raien elite, the High Priestess, born with a unique understanding of the ethereal properties of energy and an uncanny spiritual awareness. She had no readily useful or tangible powers of her own. Her most remarkable ability was her ability to breakdown her own body to its most basic state of being. She could become a being of pure energy and still maintain full conscientious awareness - pure intangible energy with a mind, individual thoughts, and a memory. It was an extremely difficult feat. She'd only been able to do it once, and she nearly died trying to reconstruct her physical self.

 

 

The passive powers of the Raien were clearly nothing remotely similar to the offensive powers of the Quincy which worked through the manipulation of energy. Though combined, the powers of the Raien and the Quincy complimented one another quiet well. Raien powers in a Quincy would enhance all natural spiritual and energy abilities by something far-far greater than the abilities of a Quincy in Final Form .

 

 

But Arisawa Shiori understood power and energy in a way no one else did. She watched in awe while her children played. They were undeniably a gifted new breed of energy wielders entirely, `The Exalted Quincy.' It was planned evolution. They were a combination of supreme spiritual awareness, with an instinctual understanding of the properties of energy, and the power to manipulate it. `I can't believe it worked!' She awed.

 

 

Then the High Priestess of the Raien saw something she never expected. She watched all the energy in the room flow toward Orihime. However, that was to be expected. All of the energy in the room flowed through The Heart. That's just the way the universe worked. All energy is either positive or negative and thus drawn to the unique rhythm of The Heart's pulse so The Heart can maintain the fragile balance of the universe. All energy flowed toward her except the twin's energies. `Neutral independent energy? How is that possible?' The woman was baffled by the possibility and had no idea what it could mean. `Are they anomalies?'

 

 

Oblivious to her mother's musings, Tatsuki was lost in her own magnificent wonders. `This is incredible.' Tatsuki both saw and felt Uryuu's power swirl with hers. There was no rejection - no resistance. Their powerful energies were meant to flow together. The differences were trivial. Her reiatsu was raw and untamed. His was skilled and disciplined.

 

 

She shuddered involuntarily. So much combined intimate power. She'd never felt so alone and yet so close to anyone before. He was open an unbridled with the parts of him that he chose to share. She knew that everything he revealed to her was his truth. His love for Orihime astonished her, his devotion to her was inconceivable, and his fear of failing to save her was very nearly unbearable, excruciating. Such incredible power, yet `his love totally dominates everything.' She didn't desire her brother, but for the first time in her life Tatsuki truly envied another. She envied what Orihime had. Still, she wondered how someone so consumed, so capable, of such intense love could be such a grumpy elitist prick all the time.

 

 

Uryuu continued to speak as he watched her experience her first coalescence. “The day Sensei gave me my cross was also the day he revealed himself to me. It was my first coalescence.”

 

 

Tatsuki felt him pull back his reiatsu. It only took a second to regain her calm.

 

 

The proud Quincy noticed that the two newest women in his life hitched an insinuating eye brow at his last comment. He gasped in disgust. “I'm surrounded by hentai! Sensei was not a creepy old man, and how dare you think such things of him!”

 

 

Shiori laughed, she knew Ishida Sooken well. He truly was a kind man. “Uryuu, I'm sorry. Sooken was a wonderful man; you're just so serious all the time!” She continued to speak softly under her breath, “just like your father.” Shiori was met by the cold four-eyed stare of an irritated boy.

 

 

“I heard that too!” Uryuu grumbled in annoyance.

 

 

Tatsuki never knew the guy and shrugged it off. And even though she was still reeling from her crash course in reiatsu, she was silently amused when she realized that picking on Uryuu seemed a lot more fun now that she knew he was her brother. `I'm going to have to talk to Orihime and see if I can take my promise back! Surely she'll let me pick on him now without kicking my ass for it.'

 

 

Uryuu closed his eyes and sighed, he didn't like anyone poking at fun Sensei. They had no right. Then he felt his heart skip a little beat when the voice of his champion defended him.

 

 

“I like Ury-kun just the way his is.” Orihime smiled big and bright for her favorite Quincy and kissed the palm of the hand he had protectively wrapped around her waist. “Shiori-san, why do you say things that you know will upset Ury-kun? That's not very nice.”

 

 

Tatsuki's idea went right out the window. `Damn it, Orihime won't let me have any fun.' She sighed in momentary defeat when she realized that Orihime wouldn't let anyone pick on her bow wielding body pillow.

 

 

Shiori felt like a first class heal. The way Orihime voiced her concern made her feel like a bad person for stooping so low to get such a cheap thrill by playing on her son's strongest feelings. She knew the young girl was right too. Uryuu's grandfather was a sensitive subject for him. The priestess took one look at the auburn haired girl and thought it would be easier to face a firing squad than have Orihime's insidiously sweet stare bore down on her waiting for an answer. `Wow, she's sensitive! Tatsuki wasn't joking about her territorial temper.' If the baneful look in Orihime's eye was anything to go by, Shiori had no doubt in her mind that the girl would defend her son viciously, even against family members taking low blows. `What's with those two?'

 

 

The elder woman sighed heavily. She didn't mean to hurt her son, and she had no desire to piss of the most powerful being in the universe. “I'm sorry Uryuu. Orihime's right, I shouldn't pick on you about such sensitive things. I may not have been around when you were growing up, but I know how much you loved your grandfather. You really were his pride and joy. I won't do it again. Although, being like your father is not such a bad thing. He's quite a wonderful man, and even though he'll never show it he is remarkably proud of you. He loves you, you and Tatsuki very much. You shouldn't judge him so cruelly till you understand his position.”

 

 

Uryuu remained calm but half expected his own eyes to pop out of his head. “You defend him like Sensei did.” He paused momentarily to calm his building frustration. “You don't know the man like I do!”

 

 

Shiori understood Orihime's need to defend what mattered most. “You are right Uryuu, your grandfather and I will never know your father like you do. We know Ishida Ryuuken much-much better than I gather you ever will!”

 

 

Uryuu closed his eyes to try and think pleasant thoughts, or count to ten. Whichever worked, he just needed to calm down. His mother was trying his patience. He laughed to himself when he got to five and realized that his pleasant thought was watching Orihime undress. Each time he counted the next number she took off another piece of clothing.

 

 

Orihime felt her little Quincy press against her backside. That was enough to send her thoughts awry. Her eyes fell half-lidded. She drifted off to a silly time, mere hours ago when she blindfolded her undercover god in the shower and scrubbed every last bit of him clean from head to toe. It was all done under the teasing and watchful single-eye of the same little Quincy that was currently, without shame, jabbing at her lower back. She had to wonder if the little guy knew the meaning of the words `down time.' She really hoped he didn't!

 

 

`Orihime's turning me into a damn hentai!' He was outwardly grinning like a goofy fool by the time he got to ten. He decided he liked counting and he would do it more often. Tatsuki's voice, as it turned out, was an instant mood killer. He felt the tightness in his pants ease up when her voice recalled him from his burlesque mental perversions.

 

 

“Well, I don't know the guy and after listening to you two, I can't tell rather that's a good thing or not.”

 

 

Uryuu was the first to speak. “Consider yourself lucky!”

 

 

Shiori just frowned. “I'll let you make your own decision Tatsuki-chan. He's your father, and rather you end up liking him or not, I think it's finally time you got to know him.”

 

 

Uryuu curiously turned to Tatsuki then looked pensively at his mother. “Speaking of, what did you tell her about her father?”

 

 

Tatsuki remembered the talk she had with her mother last night. She remembered her own reaction to finding out that Ishida Uryuu's father was also her father too. “Mom, if you knew who my father really was, couldn't you make up a better lie?”

 

 

It was so long ago. The day it happened Shiori was caught off guard. She nervously sputtered an unconvincing, “I don't know” the first time her young daughter asked about her father. At that point she really didn't have many options. Any explanation following “I don't know who your father is dear” was destined to be horrible.

 

 

Tatsuki watched her mother squirm. She looked just as uncomfortable now as she did last night. Her mother was always a dreadfully horrible liar. It was the worst lie ever and Tatsuki felt like a fool for ever having believed her mother in the first place. Before Shiori could open her mouth, her merciful daughter spared her. “Ha, get this! Mom told me she didn't know who my father was. She told me that when she was studying the culinary arts in America she met this handsome young cooking prodigy who serenaded her with delicious and exotic food.

 

 

Apparently,” Tatsuki watched Orihime suck-in both of her lips in a noble attempt not to laugh. Orihime already knew this story. “I was the product of some very premium sake and a hot one night stand.”

 

 

Laughter ensued; Tatsuki and Orihime couldn't help themselves. Shiori blushed, and while Uryuu was highly amused and reveled in the feeling of a laughing Orihime in his lap, in the back of his mind he loathed his father even more for being a sneaky, cunning, and conniving son-of-a-bitch. His father was nothing at all like Shiori.

 

 

When the laughter died down the same question of parental forgery was turned on him. “Ryuuken showed me many pictures of a woman he called Aso. He said she was my mother.” Orihime watched him closely; he seemed sad and lost in thought. He spun his detached tale as if he were recanting someone else's life and not his own.

 

 

“She was beautiful.” He fondly remembered flipping through the photo albums. `She looked so much like Yoshino and Ran'Toa.'.' In fact, many of the older family photo albums have pictures of the two of us, her and me, together. Ryuuken said she was an orphan. He said she was a ward who was never adopted. A woman who had no family of her own except the one she made, with him and with me. He said she died of tuberculosis when I was two.”

 

Uryuu never questioned his father about the woman; the elder Ishida covered all his bases. “He said she was cremated. Even now, he has the urn in his house. The name plate read, never forgot Aso - those who were left behind.”

 

 

The air was thick with an uncomfortable silence.

 

 

“Please don't hate your father for that.” Shiori tried pled. `Never forget Aso, those who were left behind.' Her heart ached.

 

“You were never supposed to know about Tatsuki. You were never supposed to know about me. Your father did everything he could to try and minimize the pain and void of being raised by only one parent. There is no Ishida Aso.” The priestess dropped her eyes in remembrance of a most special and unforgettable day. “The two of you were conceived at Aso National Park. Your father took me there for Valentines Day. Nearly nine months later, on November 6th, you were both born.” Her Ken-kun was a closeted sentimental old fool, and no one knew it but her. She missed him.

 

 

She wasn't looking, but she could feel her son's eyes lock onto her, “Shiori-san, who was the woman in the pictures with me?”

 

 

“Well we did hire a nanny to help out with the two of you right before you were born. It may have been her.” Shiori remembered how difficult her third trimester was. The discomfort and pain was so endless and intense. “I'm not sure if it was you or Tatsuki or even both but I was in bed for weeks before the two of you were born. You sure weren't making it easy on me! So your father hired a nanny to help with the chores that I was unable to do. We kept her after the two of you were born. In fact, she was so wonderful with children that I kept her with Tatsuki until she was six. It was sad really. She was so beautiful and young, but she couldn't have children of her own.”

 

 

Tatsuki's eyes lit up, she loved her childhood nanny. She often wondered what happened to her. “Oh you mean Yoshino-san?” The karate champ enthusiastically inquired.

 

 

Orihime gasped in surprise. `It couldn't be?'

 

 

“Do you know where she is Mom? It would be nice to say `hi' and see how she's doing.” Tatsuki's excitement was short lived.

 

 

“She's dead.” A sad voice declared with absolute conviction. Tatsuki turned to her brother.

 

 

Orihime nodded. “It's true, we knew her. We were there when it happened, we saw everything.”

 

 

Uryuu and Orihime spent the next hour or so reciting the tale of the Bounts.

 

Half way through the story, with a tummy full of Shiori-san's fantastic cooking, Orihime was fast asleep cradled in her Quincy boy's lap. It wasn't her fault; she was powerless to resist the sweet combined lulls of food and boy, her two favorite things. She was drawn to the rhythm of his pulse and helpless to resist the sound of his voice when it reverberated through his chest.

 

 

The story of the Bounts was so extravagant. Had Shiori not already known the rather unconventional penchant for mischief that Kisuke, Yoruichi, and a younger Ryuuken had a habit of getting into, she wouldn't have believed her son at all. And well Tatsuki had experienced enough weirdness over the past couple of weeks to believe anything. When the tale ended the Arisawa's were both in tears. Some day soon they would take the time to properly mourn the loss of their family friend.

 

 

The two women settled back down in their seats after taking a few moments to reflect and wash the tear streaks from their faces.

 

 

Shiori was watched curiously as her son's hand moved constantly under the blanket that he'd draped over his sleeping treasure. It didn't look all that innocent. In fact, it actually looked pretty bad and she really didn't know her son all that well. `He can't be shameless enough to fondle a sleeping girl, especially in front of guests.' “Uryuu, what are you doing down there?”

 

 

“Huh?” The confused boy followed her line of sight. “Oh, that. Orihime sleeps better if I scratch her belly.” He fought back the heartfelt smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth - he lost. The mighty and fearless Quincy didn't stand a chance against the Hime-drool.

 

 

“I see.” Shiori's tone was doubtful and accusatory. She was both protective of Orihime and weary of the rampant hormones that consumed teenage boys.

 

 

`Uh oh.' Tatsuki poked her mother's side. She was certain her mother wasn't aware of exactly what her passive aggressive “I see” really implied. Shiori had just questioned her son's honor, she had questioned his devotion, and she had just backhandedly accused him of molesting a sleeping rape victim. She hoped Uryuu missed it, she knew he could be a tad, just a tad, temperamental. `Please don't kill my Mom, pleeease. She's just doing what moms so stupidly do sometimes.' She hoped telepathy was a Quincy power.

 

 

Uryuu did not take kindly to insinuations of any kind that involved Orihime's displeasure, especially ones that involved abuse.

 

 

Shiori watched her daughter avidly who kept silently mouthing the word, apologize. The woman was clearly confused. “What?”

 

 

“Arisawa Shiori, you would be wise to mind your tongue!” He glared at the woman dangerously. “My relationship with Orihime is of no concern to you. As such, your opinions on the matter should be kept to yourself.”

 

 

The priestess was taken completely by surprise. She felt the tide of the air change. Uryuu's reiatsu was unsettling and alarming. Though she had no idea why he was so upset, one thing was now clear as day - it was definitely the power of The Heart that swam in his eyes. `Either he's lost a grip on reality or there is something I am missing. But that energy, I'd know that anywhere!'

 

 

Orihime was now wide awake comfortably nestled in his arms. Shiori looked intrusively at the young girl, “Who is he? What did you do to my son?” She was scared for Uryuu. “He has your pulse!”

 

 

“He's Ury-kun. Who else would he be?” The girl, the vessel, clearly had no idea what the Raien priestess meant.

 

 

Tatsuki spoke for all the teenagers in the room. “What do you mean he has her pulse?”

 

 

“In his eyes, can't you see it Tatsuki? Surely you two can.” The elder woman looked back and forth between her son and The Heart's vessel, “you can see the light in his eyes can't you?”

 

 

Tatsuki shrugged, seeing energy was something very new to her. Different types of energy were slowly coming into focus, but so much was blurry. She was certain there was still a lot she wasn't able to see at all. She hoped the rest would eventually manifest. Apparently Orihime's energy was one of the many that eluded her.

 

 

Orihime sat up enthusiastically. “You can see it too Shiori-san? Do you know what it is?”

 

 

“Hai, I can see it well Orihime now that he's not hiding it. It is something that shouldn't be there” said the priestess.

 

 

All recent transgressions of the woman's loose insinuating tongue were instantly discarded. “What do you mean shouldn't be there?” Uryuu was worried; worried for Orihime.

 

 

“Well, let's see.” The woman thought for a moment. `What's the best way to explain this?' “Ok … the Heart of the Universe has a very condensed mass of energy at its center. That energy has sort of its own unique signature or pulse. It is that unique pulse that attracts all other types of energy. Simply put, no matter where The Heart travels to, its how all energy knows where home is, it's drawn to the rhythm.”

 

 

The concern was clearly painted across Shiori's face. “Some of the condensed energy that makes up The Heart's pulse is inside of you Uryuu. The rhythm matches Orihime's exactly, only her pulse beats much louder.”

 

 

Suddenly a few things made perfect sense to Uryuu. “Well, there you go!” The younger archer looked down into his favorite set of eyes, “guess that explains what happened in the bathroom this morning.”

 

 

“What do you mean? What happened in the bathroom this morning?” Shiori listened in horror as her son relayed the events that occurred earlier in the day. Of course, Uryuu left out the part about their masturbatory excursions.

 

 

Uryuu could tell that Shiori wanted to talk about the bathroom incident more. He could see how alarmed she was when he told her that the energy tried to converge on him. It shook him up pretty badly too, but he tried to hide own fears, he didn't want Orihime to feel any worse than she already did.

 

 

“Mom, it's late. Are we sleeping here?” A groggy Tatsuki yawned out.

 

 

“No, you can't sleep here Tatsuki-chan. Sorry.” Everyone was surprised when Orihime answered.

 

 

“Hey there Hime, I thought you were asleep. Watching you is making me sleepy too.” The girl smiled at her friend and envied how comfortable she looked. “Please Mom can we go soon?”

 

 

“Tatsuki-chan, the puppy dog eyes are over kill dear.” Shiori pinched her daughter's cheek, “but I'll never get tired of looking at them.” She turned a motherly tone toward her son, “and I presume Orihime is sleeping here?”

 

 

Before the boy could answer Orihime belted excitedly, “Of course I'm sleeping here! I live here.” She was so happy to finally get a chance to tell someone that she lived with her Ury-kun, she couldn't contain herself.

 

 

“WHAT! What do you mean you live here Orihime? With him?” She pointed toward her son. “Oh no you don't. I know where you live Orihime dear, I pay your bills.”

 

 

“Well she lives with me now,” proclaimed Uryuu.

 

 

“Oh really? So who sleeps on the couch then?” Shiori wasn't about to let two handsy teenagers play house.

 

 

Orihime giggled, “That's silly. No one sleeps on the couch Shiori-san. We sleep in the bed. Ury-kun's my special Quincy pillow.”

 

Uryuu's face turned flushed. `I can't believe she said that.' Via a stern glare he promised death to Tatsuki if she laughed!

 

 

Tatsuki was wide awake now. This was great watching her mother try and be a mother to two kids who had lived without parental guidance for years now. And to top it off, she knew Japan would run out of fish before her best friend and her Quincy pillow would part. They couldn't keep their hands off of one another.

 

 

Uryuu finally got his blush under control. “Shiori-san, playing the mother card won't get you anywhere. I already told you our personal relationship is of no concern to you. As such, your opinions on the matter should be kept to yourself.”

 

 

“No, I don't think so! You two are too young to play house and have sex! It's just not proper.” The mother in her wouldn't back down.

 

 

“What? We aren't having sex Shiori-san. We just sleep and shower together. Ury-kun won't let me have sex with him.” Orihime's sex-deprived pout was overdrawn, animated, and entirely comical. At least it was to Tatsuki who couldn't help but roll on the floor in laughter.

 

 

There was no safe place to hide from the embarrassment. Uryuu looked like a red crayon who'd been bitch slapped with a wet fish. `Oh Orihime, I was so very-very wrong. This is so much more embarrassing than finding out you were listening to me have a conversation with my dick and masturbate.'

 

 

Shiori, who also looked like she'd been bitch slapped with a wet fish, buried her face in her hands to keep her head from exploding.  `Oh kami help me!'  She always thought Orihime's knack for saying innocently inappropriate things was adorable, until now.  `I can't believe she just said that.'

 

 

Tatsuki loved every minute of it. Disneyland Tokyo couldn't hold a candle to this. Finally she decided it was a good time to get out before her mother recovered from this latest bout of top notch Hime-ness. “Come Mom, trust me they will be ok by themselves. I'll explain everything on the way home.” She forced her shell-shocked mother to her feet and dragged her out the door.” On her way out the door she heard Uryuu call for her. Still trying to keep her mother at bay she stuck her head back through the front door. “What-now shower boy?”

 

 

“Make no mistakes Arisawa Tatsuki; I will get you for that!” He scowled.

 

 

`God I hope Orihime doesn't kill me.  This is too perfect.  I'd come back from the dead to pick on him with ammunition like this.'  She thought as she rolled her eyes.  "Yeah sure.  Whatever soapy-stud-sama.  What did you want anyway, I can't hold her back forever you know?" 

 

 

If he knew he could get away with it and not hurt Orihime, he'd kill his boorish twin! She had a point though, he needed to get to the point before Shiori-san came back in to lecture them some more. He couldn't bear further embarrassment, and he didn't want Tatsuki to have the opportunity to gather any more embarrassing ammo than she already had. “Fine!” He grit his teeth. “Orihime and I need a favor. Can you and your mom work out some way to move all of her stuff over here and close out her lease?”

 

 

“Wow, so she really is moving in with you?” The huge smile on Orihime's face was all the answer she needed. “Sure thing Prince Charming, I'll pick up some extra soap too.” She gave her brattiest smile before sticking her tongue out and slamming the door shut.

 

 

Orihime was entirely amused. `If I concentrate hard enough I can see steam shooting out of Ury-kun's ears.' Orihime knew the difference between playful picking as a show of endearment and affection and the hurtful kind that came from a mean places. There was a big difference. Tatsuki used to make fun of her Ury-kun because she didn't think very highly of him and that is something she would never allow. Ishida Uryuu was great and wonderful, and only people who knew that could pick on him. Low blows excluded.

 

 

“Argh!” Uryuu roared in frustration and looked at the amused girl in his lap. “Are you going to let her get away with that?”

 

 

All hopes of salvation were lost when she nodded, her sparkling eyes said, "you bet buster!"

 

 

“I see.” He took his glasses off and set them on the low table before throwing the blanket aside. By the time Orihime knew what hit her she was happily pinned and squirming seductively beneath her sexy undercover god. He straddled her waist, kept her legs pinned down with his own, and held crossed wrists above her head with one hand. The other hand tickled her mercilessly. It was a fitting punishment.

 

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“Finally!” Tatsuki was tired. She dragged herself to her bedroom, she was happy to be home. `This new life is a pain-in-my-ass, but it's kind of cool.' She half expected her mother to walk in and tell her that Hello Kitty was really her childhood pet, that anime didn't really promote bestiality and robot sex, and that Orihime's half robot-half brain eating zombies were distant relatives that lived on Mars who invented the microwave.

 

 

“Kami I'm tired.” She sighed out loud while she stumbled across her pitch black room leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind her as she slide into her inviting bed.

 

 

“AHHH!” Tatsuki screamed while applying a few knee-jerk punches at the unsuspecting warm body in her bed.

 

 

A second voice perked up defensively. “What the fuck, cut that out. You know I love it when you beat me senseless, but damn I was asleep!”

 

 

Shiori came running when she heard her daughter scream, she tried to run into her room but the door was locked. She was frantic! “Tatsuki, Tatsuki are you ok? Let me in. What happened?”

 

 

Even though it was pointless under the pitch black cover of night, Tatsuki glared at the body in her bed. She whispered, “this is all your fault,” before she cracked open her bedroom door. “I'm sorry Mom, everything's ok. I didn't mean to scare you. I just stepped on a tack. It's all good. Get some sleep. We have to move all of Orihime's stuff tomorrow. That's going to suck.”

 

 

Shiori breathed a sigh of relief, kissed her daughter good night, and headed back to bed.

 

 

Tatsuki yawned and headed back toward her bed. Before she could crawl in an outstretched leg uncomfortably logged its foot in her taut stomach. “What the hell?”

 

 

“You have too many clothes on. You can't get in.” The voice was curt and to the point.

 

 

“You're the worst damn hentai I ever met, really. What's wrong with boxers and a sports bra?” Tatsuki put up a good false front. It was all show.

 

 

An annoyed yawn was heard through the dark. “We had this conversation already. You can't sleep next to me if you have clothes on. And no, I'm not leaving. Now be a good little tomboy and loose the threads.”

 

The sleepy spikey haired girl complied. “Honestly, you can't see me, what's the point.” She pulled back the covers and wrapped face to face around a wonderfully warm and delicious smelling pervert of a pain-in-the-ass.

 

 

“I can feel you. Besides if you decide to fuck me tonight, I don't want to deal with clothes.”

 

 

Tatsuki rolled her eyes. “If I decide to fuck you? Doesn't it work the other way around?”

 

 

“Nope, I keep a tally. I'll show you in the morning; it's about 3 to 1. I may be a pervert Tatsuki-love, but you're a closeted basket case who is way more of a hentai than I am. So what's this about Orihime?”

 

 

“Hey we aren't supposed to talk about Orihime. What do you mean a tally? You keep track of every time we have sex? All two years of it?” Tatsuki really wanted to see this supposed tally.

 

 

“Oh come on. Just spit it out or you can take your mouth of my neck and remove your fingers from between my legs Miss 3-to-1.”

 

 

“I hate you. You can be a real bitch sometimes.” Tatsuki shoved two fingers up into the already dripping girl that snuck into her room, yet again. She was rewarded by a soft pleasure filled moan.

 

 

“That was deliciously mean, but you're getting soft. Too gentle! Now what's this about Orihime? Tell me or I swear I'll buy a chastity belt to drive you insane.”

 

 

“Whatever Chizuru, I may be in the closest, but we both know that pussy's all mine!” She bit down hard on the other girl's breast. “See babe. That'll leave a nice mark for you. Mine!”

 

 

“You call me a hentai. Two can play at this Tatsuki.” A warm hand slide up Tatsuki's leg. “So, Orihime?”

 

 

The karate champs resolve was weakening. She just wanted to get laid, cuddle, and sleep. Chizuru's hands knew all the right spots to hit. The girl could read her body like a book. “She moved in with her boyfriend.”

 

 

“WHAT?” The red head quickly clamped both hands over her mouth for being too loud.

 

 

Tatsuki sighed in disappointment when the girl yanked her hand away.

 

 

“When did Orihime get a boyfriend? And where the hell has she been for like the past month? Who's the lucky guy that gets to bang that body?” Chizuru quickly found herself trapped uncomfortably beneath a pissed of tomboy.

 

 

“Let's get this straight right now Chiz, you go near Orihime, you touch her, you look at her funny, or you say one more derogatory thing about her ever again and not having a fuck buddy will be the least of your problems. You have no idea what's she's been through or who she is.” She eased up her grip on the frightened girl. “And her boyfriend is Ishida Uryuu, he'll take good care of her, and one wise crack about him from you or anyone else and there will be a very big problem. Got it?”

 

 

The bewildered read head nodded. The girl on top of her fell back at her side. “I'm gonna go Tatsuki. I don't think you want my company tonight.” Chizuru had no idea what was going on. She knew Tatsuki was a closet case and a bit rough around the edges, but she liked her just the way she was. She even liked to angsty teasing. `She's never threatened me before.' The red head rolled out of bed and started to gather up her clothes.

 

 

Tatsuki reached out and pulled the girl back into bed. She really didn't want her to leave, she liked being with her it was just hard to say sometimes. “Please don't go Chizzy. I'm sorry that I scared you. I have so much going on right now, I wish I could tell you but I truly honestly can't.” You could hear the begging plea in her voice. “Please Chiz, you're the only thing I have right now that hasn't been turned inside out. Don't go.”

 

 

Chizuru had never known Tatsuki to be so vulnerable. There was no way she'd be able to leave her alone tonight. The red head tangled herself in her karate girl and ran her thumb softly over her lover's eyebrow, petting her in smooth even strokes. This always seemed to calm Tatsuki down when she was upset.

 

Tatsuki felt her boiling blood calm under Chizuru's practiced touch. She whispered softly to her Secret Solacer, “I'm sorry I called you a fuck buddy, I know you hate that. You're more to me than that Chizzy, I just don't know what though. Please don't hate me.”

 

That's what she wanted to hear, she didn't want to be Tatsuki's little lesbian experience or fuck buddy. Chizuru leaned in and left a sweet kiss on the troubled girl's lips. “I don't hate you Suki-chan. Go to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up.”

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END OF CHAPTER, not the end of the story

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Story updates won't always be as fast as they have been. My life's getting busy again.

 

Thanks to those who continue reading. Please review.I hope you enjoyed.

 

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