Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Drawn to the Rhythm (The Easiest Thing ) ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

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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?

Longer than normal chapter. So not the norm!

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Chapter Edit History

2/26/2008 This chapter has not yet been edited for grammar and spelling

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

Tatsuki has a history of taking care of herself and those around her. She's everyone's pillar of strength but refuses to be anyone's burden. There is only so much a person can keep inside, and so much has happened to her recently. This chapter is all Tatsuki and Chizuru. I know some of you don't like yuri or you just don't like this pairing, but they are here to stay and thus require character development.

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CHAPTER 10

 

 

`Please no! Not now! Damn this sucks.' Chizuru sighed in annoyance. `Why do I always have to pee when I'm in the middle a wicked hot dream? Maybe if I go real fast I can get back to the same dream.'

 

 

The groggy half-asleep red head didn't even realize she was alone in the bed. On auto pilot, she made a b-line to the bathroom in Tatsuki's room.

 

 

“You better not stink it up in here,” came a hidden voice in the darkness.

 

 

“Ahh! Crap Tatsuki you scared the… uh, crap out of me!” The girl giggled at herself. “Well not really, I just had to pee.” Chizuru heard the swishing of tub water. `Why is she taking a bath in the middle of the night and in the dark?' She flushed the toilet and walked to the sink, “what are you doing in here anyway babe? It's barely 4:00 AM.”

 

 

“I couldn't sleep. Sorry if I woke you.” Tatsuki had too much on her mind. She always had a lot on her mind, but her worries were usually rooted in the problems of other people. When Tatsuki did have problems of her own she always kept them to herself. She was a stubborn girl who was always willing to help but steadfastly refused to ever ask for anyone else's help. Arisawa Tatsuki would be no one's burden! But, tonight she really didn't want to be alone. “You want in here too, or are you going back to bed?” `If anyone can put me back to sleep it's Chizzy.'

 

 

Chizuru could tell something weighed heavily on her champs mind. The last time she saw her was during school on Friday afternoon and she seemed perfectly fine then, but tonight she was moodier and more distant than usual. `I hate that she always keeps everything so bottled up. I swear, one of these days she's going to snap and go on a karate chop killing spree!' She looked arduously at her lovers midnight silhouette. `I bet I can cheer her up! Ha! I'm sure as hell gonna try! She's always there for everyone else; she deserves to get as good as she gives.'

 

 

“Pssh! I was only going back to bed because I was in the middle of a kinky hot dream starring you. But hell, I'll take the real deal over a fantasy any time… Uhhh… so top or bottom?”

 

 

“Top” the dark haired girl replied while moving forward to give her companion room to settle in the tub behind her. She felt the water rise abruptly and a pair soft and tone girly legs wrap around her. Instantly she felt less alone. Tatsuki leaned back to rest comfortably against Chizuru's smooth stomach and cushy chest. `I'm glad she's here tonight.'

 

 

The green-eyed red-headed girl was in many ways a stark contrast to her hazel-eyed dark-haired bedmate. While one was entirely too serious, often violent, quick tempered, avidly athletic, distinctly boyish, and rather muscular from her years of dedicated physical training, the other was playful, rolled with the punches, was substantially less abated, somewhat lazy, undeniably 100 percent fru-fru girly-girl, and was soft and curvy in all the right places. Tatsuki had her mother and Chizuru had her wonderful, but mostly absentee father. Honshoo Sota loved his daughter very much, but he was always away on business.

 

 

“Ugh! I should have known.” Two hands reached around and clamped down on Tatsuki's breasts and immediately went hard to work fondling the plump and perfect handful sized mounds. “You're such a predictable little hentai!”

 

 

“Stop complaining, I know you like it.” The green-eyed girl pinched a nipple to stress her point. She was rewarded by a surprised girly moan. She felt Tatsuki's body begin to relax. Chizuru smiled victoriously when a head of wet black hair settled comfortably against her shoulder.

 

 

“Besides… and feel free to challenge me on this but you Arisawa are every bit the sexual degenerate I am! Just because you don't shamelessly pounce hotties in public doesn't make you a good little girl.” Several key memories raced through Chizuru's mind and brought a wicked smirk to her face. She dropped a quick kiss on the wet spikey head in front of her. “In fact, I'd be willing to say I know you better than anyone and I am absolutely positive that you could put a dirty horny old Japanese man to shame!”

 

 

She felt the tremors of Tatsuki's silent laughter vibrate against her.

 

 

Chizuru was on a mission, a mission to exercise the gloomy demon from her sexy spikey haired teenage warrior goddess. “Aside from that, a girl like you with a body like this, it just can't be helped. I have to molest you! You're the best jungle-gym ever!” Climbing all over the athletic girl was indeed the lazy girl's favorite past time, and her most prominent source of exercise.

 

 

“At least I don't quite have your excessive fetish for biting.” Chizuru nipped at Tatsuki's neck. It seemed to blend appropriately with the conversation. “You know I have like 6 sets of black and blue teeth marks on my thighs alone from your attempts to `territorially mark me as your victory prize' last week in Osaka after you won the damn tournament.”

 

 

Chizuru went to all of her tomboy's tournaments. She liked how excited Tatsuki got during a fight, and watching the beautiful hellion kick everyone's ass was a total turn-on. Besides, Tatsuki took pride in her martial arts training so Chizuru wanted to be there to support her. All of the tournaments were great, but the out of town tournaments were the best. They'd split a hotel room, situated away from the rest of the team, and they would enjoy their time together without the threat of being seen by someone they knew.

 

 

The troubled girl yawned deeply. Even though she would never admit it Chizuru's intimate presence in the tub was relaxing and the red head's soft fondling of her body was always wanted. She liked how handsy and uninhibited the girl was. Her hentai girl's lips and hands were pure magic. They always made Tatsuki feel good, and it was all starting to slowly lull her back to sleep.

 

 

`What? Wait a minute. What does she mean my -attempts- to mark and claim her?' “What the hell do you mean attempt to? I'm pretty sure I succeeded. I'd say you're pretty damn marked and I do recall claiming you quite a few times that night.” Tatsuki sprung an evil and triumphant grin. “And yeah, totally, last weekend was great!”

 

 

Tatsuki remembered scaring Chizuru half to death that weekend in their hotel room. The freshly victorious, adrenaline pumped, and highly frisky three year running tri-regional karate champion snuck into the hotel bathroom after the tournament and tried to pounce her prey while she was oblivious - all soaped up and in mid-shower. Chizuru jump naked out of the shower to escape her sexy gi donning attacker and was relentlessly pursued over, under, and around the tables, beds, and chairs in their hotel room by a very playful and hormonally crazed spikey haired hell cat.

 

 

“It's impossible to catch you when you're naked, wet, and soaped up slippery! But damn, it was sure fun watching you run from me! The naked part made it even better.” Tatsuki let out an audible laugh. Her wicked grin got wider. “And even more fun when you finally dried off and I caught you.” The memory caused a sudden rush of heat to pool between both their legs. That was a very fun weekend!

 

 

Mocking her lover's earlier words, “besides… and feel free to challenge me on this Pervy-chan but didn't you want me to mark you up even more? If it weren't for my aching jaw I would have. Geez, between the kissing you, the eating you, and the biting you my jaw hurt so bad I had to take aspirin! But damn it was so worth it!”

 

 

“Yeah yeah yeah, and who knew you'd find so many uses for your karate belt.” Chizuru let out a few fake sniffles and wiped a false tear from her eye, “I'm just so proud of you.” *sniff sniff* “I've instructed you well in the fine arts of perversion. You're just so damn trainable!” The cocky red head felt short nails burrow into her thigh.

 

 

Tatsuki hated being called trainable. Well not really, but she pretended to hate it, therefore Chizuru called her that every chance she got.

 

 

“Ouch! Ohhhhh, do that again baby girl, it's so cute when you try and punish me with your little nails.” It really did amuse Chizuru. While she had full length and perfectly manicured she devil claws, Tatsuki, the chronic nail biter, had hardly anything at all. `Hmph! Just because I like girls doesn't mean I can't have nails, you just gotta know how to use them!'

 

 

`Damn finger nail thing again. She's obsessed with her nails.' The dark haired girl concluded, `must be a fru-fru girly thing.' The red head's finger nails scared the karate champ at first, but the hentai never once hurt her. In fact, it was safe to say Tatsuki would be very unhappy if Chizuru did ever end up cutting her nails.

 

 

Behind rested eyelids Tatsuki rolled her eyes in passive defeat, too tired to fight back and defend her distinct lack of nailness. Instead she continued to melt comfortably into the one person she could just be herself around, her Chiz, her sweet, soft, and silly Pervy-chan. The wonderful girl she so selfishly kept hidden from the rest of the world because of her own insecurities and her own inability to totally commit.

 

 

“So uh, babe when's your next out of town tournament?” Chizuru couldn't wait to return the favors from last weekend. `Payback's a bitch!' “Babe?” The handsy girl slowed her ministrations and smiled sweetly when she thought the girl resting between her legs in the rapidly cooling tub had fallen asleep. She kissed the girl's temple and was surprisingly imparted with an uneasy sigh from her ward.

 

 

“I thought you fell asleep. What's wrong Suki-chan?” Apparently the gloomy demon wasn't fully exercised. `She's starting to worry me.' Chizuru nuzzled her cheek slowly against the side of her champ's damp, wild, and soft black hair. A small effort to try and soothe them both.

 

 

Tatsuki sighed, much more audibly this time. `Damn, even if I could tell you Chizzy, where the hell would I start?' She felt like a bad person for keeping Chizuru in the dark about anything. Tatsuki never felt the need to share herself with anyone but lately she found herself wanting to share everything with Chiz. It was an odd new feeling for Tatsuki, the want-the desire to share. She wanted Chiz to know everything that happened to her, everyday; especially everything that had happened lately.

 

 

The red head really was too sweet and especially good to her. The other girl never demanded anything from Tatsuki. She never tried to change her. She never tried to manipulate, trick, or guilt trip her into anything. Chiz never pressed any issues and when she wanted to, she had the patience of a saint. And strangely enough, Tatsuki had beens getting better grades, somehow Chiz always found a creative way to get her to study and do her homework. “I'm sorry Chiz, I can't tell you. I wish I could, but I can't. Most of it's about other people, so it's not really my place to talk.”

 

 

The karate champ felt a pair of soft warm lips on her ear and rolled her head to give the sweet hentai of a girl better access. “Uhmmm, you feel wonderful…” a soft moan escaped. She could feel Chizuru's lips tighten against her ear into smug smile. The girl always seemed proud to bring her tomboy pleasure. Tatsuki had to wonder why the pretty green-eyed girl was so good to her. `I keep our relationship hidden, I know I'm hard to deal with sometimes, and I always keep her way more than an arms length away. Hell, I don't even think I've told her that I like having her around all the time. She probably really does think she's just a fuck buddy.' Tatsuki certainly didn't feel like she deserved such apprized attention.

 

 

Between deep intakes of breath and faintly exhaled moans she managed to get a thought out. “Chiz, I know I make your life a whole lot more complicated. You deserve someone way better than me, someone who won't hide you. Why do stick around?”

 

 

Chizuru was happy Tatsuki couldn't see her shocked face. Never in the two years that they'd been sleeping together did the karate champ show any interest in understanding their relationship. She knew they were certainly much more than just fuck buddies, but she didn't know anything past that. Every time Chizuru would try to say something Tatsuki just seemed to sink down into her own thoughts without acknowledging anything the red head said.

 

 

Tatsuki's question was out of left field. Chizuru was in no way prepared to answer. “You know the more you want me to talk the less I can worship you with my mouth.” She re-engaged her assault on the troubled girl's ear.

 

 

Tatsuki couldn't help but laugh quietly. `Hrm, but she does make a damn good point... still.' “Just answer the damn question Pervy-chan.”

 

 

Chizuru was slightly disappointed that her yummy ear feast had been cut short, but she couldn't pass up this opportunity to talk about whatever it was that was going on between them. Besides, even if her mouth wasn't molesting the gorgeous girl in her lap her hands were still hard at work.

 

 

“Let's see, why do I stick around?” Feigning deep thought Chiz tapped her fingers on the other girl's chest. “It's simple really. I mean have you seen you? You're fucking hot Arisawa Tatsuki. On a scale of one to totally fuckable in every way, you rank totally fuckable 10 times a day in every way. There… happy now?” She reclaimed the delicious looking ear. `What the hell! I'm nervous? Nothing makes me nervous! Crap, this could ruin my reputation.'

 

 

“Now you're just being a dumbass.” Still, Tatsuki couldn't help but feel good about herself after an appraisal of such magnitude from the leading teenage-female connoisseur of perversion. “You know that's not the kind of information I was looking for.” She pinched the girl's thigh.

 

 

“Tatsuki love, one way or another I'm getting mouth-on-you time tonight! If I don't do it now, you won't be able to stop me later. If you want to waste precious mouth time by talking you must be prepared to enter into a contractual agreement. I need a guarantee that I'm going to get what I want.” All Chizuru could do was stall. `How the hell do I answer her question?'

 

 

The karate champ cocked and eyebrow.

 

 

The tone of the red head's voice went rigid and formal, and she held her right hand up in the air. “If so, please raise your hand and repeat after me - I hereby promise to let my most stunningly beautiful, totally fabulous, and especially cherished Pervy-chan eat me sometime before I get dressed.”

 

 

Tatsuki shook her head and rolled her eyes at the silliness. Still, it was uncanny how easily the red head could always make her feel better. `She always finds a way to make me laugh. Course, I usually end up screaming her name later. Hell, that's a Win-Win for me!' “Ok fine.” She raised her right hand, “I hereby promise to let uhhhhhhh… my most stunningly beautiful, totally fabulous, and especially cherished Pervy-chan eat me sometime before I get dressed. Happy now?”

 

 

Chizuru bounced joyously. She really was looking forward to fulfilling that oath.

 

 

Tatsuki mused, `Orihime is also prone to bouncy fits. It must be another fru-fru girly-girl thing.' It seemed good knowledge for a tomboy to file away.

 

 

“Hai, very happy! Now, we'll commence with the talking so we can get to the eating. Let me make sure I have this right. For some strange reason you seem to have come to the conclusion that there are other reasons why I stay with you apart from your extreme fuckability factor, is that correct?” Chizuru watched a very relaxed Tatsuki nod.

 

 

The red head ceased fondling the girl in front of her. `I don't really know if this is a good idea, but it's what she says wants. Besides, something's really eating at her. She should know how great she is! Even if she kicks me out, she deserves an honest answer. I won't lie. How can I ever get her to trust me if I lie?'

 

 

Chizuru reached around and laced their hands together while setting her chin on the shoulder of the pensive girl. “Hm, well first Arisawa, you definitely aren't perfect. You can be moody. You're a total closet case. You keep stealing my panties and doing god knows what with them, which by the way is starting to cost a lot of money. Those things aren't cheap you know!” She poked the girl with an accusatory finger. “ Anyway, you can't cook. You sure as hell can't clean. You're stubborn as hell. Oh and it's rather disconcerting that when you fart at school you blame it on me, which you really need to stop doing!”

 

 

This isn't exactly the way Tatsuki saw this going. “Uh babe? …”

 

 

“Oh yeah I forgot to mention, you interrupt people way too much when they talk!” Chizuru could feel Tatsuki's eyes roll. “Can I continue now?”

 

 

The moody girl grunted.

 

 

Chizuru saw that coming a mile away. Sometimes the moody champ was just too predictable. “But despite all that crap and in addition to how incredible you look and how insanely hot you are in bed, you're the most wonderful girl I know,” suddenly her voice squeaked, “and it's so cute that your hair is just as stubborn as you are.” It really was true. Chizuru had convinced Tatsuki on many occasions to let her try and fix her wild hair. No matter what she tried or how many pounds of hair product she used, her tomboy's spikey hair couldn't be tamed. Always, within and hour and without fail, her wild hair stuck up in every direction.

 

 

The red head placed a chaste kiss on her partner's cheek and tightened her embrace. “You're the most honorable and trustworthy girl I've ever met Arisawa Tatsuki. You're the shoulder everyone cries on. You always put yourself last, and you never expect anything in return.” Chizuru felt her heart swell. Tatsuki really was the kind of girl anyone could be proud of! “You have a strong sense of right and wrong. You always try to be fair even though it might take you some time to figure out what's right. You aren't afraid to admit when you're wrong. And even though you interrupt people, even though you're stubborn, cranky, and moody, and even though you blame your farts on me, I wouldn't trade any of it. I like it all because I'm the one who knows more about you than anyone else. I'm the person you hide from the least. It makes me feel special and needed that you let me see what you hide from everyone else. Like when you bottom or even this side of you.” Chizuru lightly poked and tickled the girl's sides. “You're so cute when you're all soft and girly vulnerable.”

 

 

Tatsuki squirmed, she hated to be tickled. She needed to keep Chizuru from doing that again. Her plan was flawless; she placed the sweet girl's hands back on her chest and ordered her to continue massaging.

 

 

“Woot!” Chizuru barked happily before she continued. “Yeah, you're a bit secretive but I know you're not doing anything wrong, you're just protecting all the people who turn to you for help. You do whatever is necessary to protect anyone you believe is worthy and in need of protection. How can honor like that not be totally sexy? Seriously Suki-chan? And with the exception of your being a closet case, you just are who you are and if other people don't like it you have no problems telling them to fuck off.” Chizuru paused for a moment and took a deep breath.

 

 

Tatsuki could feel the other girl tremble beneath her; she could tell Chizuru was nervous. It was cute and amusing really. After all of the silly bullshit the red headed girl had pulled over the years, after all of the perverse things she had willingly chosen to involve both of them in, it was this talking that was making her nervous. She'd never seen her nervous before. Tatsuki thought nothing could make the courageous and shameless Chizuru fluster, but knowing that made what the girl had to say that much more relevant.

 

 

She spoke softly into her champ's ear. “The biggest reason though, when we're alone, like this, I swear you're the best thing that's ever happened to me Suki-chan because you just let me be who I am, and there's nothing more important than feeling like its ok to just be who you are with someone else.”

 

 

Tatsuki's heart swelled in her chest. The girl behind her couldn't see the tears that threatened to seep from her closed eyes. `I really don't deserve you Chizzy. I don't! You deserve someone who can give you everything they are. You deserve someone who'll sacrifice themselves before they'd even consider denying you. I'm not that girl.'

 

 

It was a recurring internal battle that increased in both intensity and frequency the closer she got to the sweet girly-girl. Though, lately, Tatsuki really couldn't imagine life without Chizuru. She couldn't pin point when it happened but it did, she had fallen for the girl. She loved her but she wasn't sure she could be everything Chizuru deserved, and she cared too much for her bath buddy to give her false hopes.

 

 

Despite what Chizuru believed, Tatsuki hid their relationship for her lovers benefit, not her own. The spikey haired girl could care less what other people said or thought about her.

 

 

The unlikely pair had actually known one another since pre-school. Tatsuki had always heard everything people would say about Chizuru behind the girl's back. It was horrible, disgusting, and unbelievably cruel. From afar she watched the pretty red headed girl fearlessly weather it all as it rained endlessly down upon her, year after year, in brave solitary. Tatsuki was in awe of how strong the shunned and exiled girl was, how self assured she seemed, and how nice she was to everyone despite how they treated her. She thought it was amazing. Then when they became lovers she found out just how badly marred her sweet and kind hearted hentai of a girl really was by everything she had to endure from their shallow peers, and all just for being true to her own feelings. It was the second time Tatsuki ever felt fully enraged, truly livid! She couldn't remember having such a supreme urge to hurt people for being assholes since that incident with Orihime's hair.

 

 

Chizuru didn't know this, but long before they ever started going out Tatsuki would feed off the other girl's valiancy. The ostracized girl was literally Tatsuki's paragon of courage, her eidolon of inner strength. Tatsuki learned how to be brave, be happy with who she was, and follow the beat of her own drum by emulating Chizuru. Whenever something ate at her she would think of Chizuru and try to be just as brave and courageous.

 

 

The girl's words rattled in the athlete's head. `You just are who you are and if other people don't like it you have no problems telling them to fuck off.' She thought, `if I am really that way it's because I learned it from watching you.'

 

 

The thought of ever really hurting Chizuru was enough to break Tatsuki's heart, but the thought of hurting her and having everything put on display for the amusement of others would be too much. Tatsuki refused to give people more ammunition to talk trash at Chizuru's expense. If hiding their relationship was what she needed in order to protect her hormonally crazed sweet girl from more hurtful harassment, then that's what Tatsuki would do. Especially since the dark haired girl was certain she would eventually end up hurting her wonderful red head.

 

 

Tatsuki didn't want the trash talk and malicious snickering that always came with personal affairs turned public to make things worse. It would be a different story entirely if the karate champ was willing to commit to a relationship, then they could weather anything together. But since that's not how it was, Tatsuki refused to create a situation that might once again place the pretty green-eyed girl alone and at the mercy of petty bullshit and cruel gossip.

 

 

The karate champ couldn't give her courageous hentai her whole heart because even though Chizuru was the most wonderful part of it, she wasn't the only girl Tatsuki carried there. And truthfully, she wasn't certain she was the only girl in her Pervy-chan's heart either. Still, Chizuru deserved better, she deserved everything.

 

 

Chizuru was getting a little nervous. `Dammit say something woman! I just told you that you're the best thing that's ever happened to me! Talk-talk-talk!' Telepathy was never a talent of hers. `Well fuck it, if she's going to kick me out I better get a last lick in. Remember how sweet her skin tastes.' Slowly, sensually, savoring every touch - every feeling of tenderness Chizuru had for the girl in her arms spilled from her soft lips and off her velvety tongue onto the sensitive pulse point of her lover's highly coveted neck. It was easy for the green-eyed beauty to get drunk off the delicious taste of her mistress. A soft low moan escaped her occupied lips in a passing moment of rhapsody. She felt the object of her desire turn to expose more skin for her grazing pleasure.

 

 

“Hnnnnn…mmmmm. Oh dear god Chiz how are you so good at that?” It always amazed Tatsuki how every nerve ending on her body would instantly react to Chizuru's touches. Her body just knew when the red head was playing and when she wasn't. Right now, the highly sensuous girl on her neck was very serious, she was all business. `I have to stop this. The force is strong in that one!'

 

 

She felt her blood race and her heart pound. Tatsuki's body craved this girl, her body was limp. She was powerless to resist and near unwilling to try. “Chizzzzz….y…” Teeth nipped and grazed skillfully, lustfully against her burning neck.

 

 

“You're mine Arisawa, you belong to me.” The red head spoke in a soft heady tone.

 

 

It wasn't a question, it was truth. The girl's warm breath and arrogant claim of possession was intoxicating. “Hai… just for you.”

 

 

With those four words the red head's pent up tension dispersed - relief. `Oh thank god! She still wants me. She's not kicking me out!' She held the girl as tight as she could. `If I let go, will you leave me?' Her heart threatened to beat right through her chest.

 

 

The poor girl honestly had no idea what Tatsuki actually thought of her. Chizuru couldn't ever tell if Tatsuki's words in the heat of passion were sincere or if her dark haired champion was just lost in the seductive power of the moment. She didn't know if this fling meant anything to her at all beyond the sex and having a warm body to cuddle up against. She really hoped she fit into tomboy's heart somewhere, anywhere; even if it was just a dark little corner. “You're beautiful Tatsuki. I worship you.” Chizuru eyes clouded in desire, a pure want to delve deeply inside and violate what she would claim was hers. “You are mine to invade.”

 

 

“Damnit Chiz!” The captive girl fought her budding titillation. It wouldn't be so bad if her body didn't react so strongly to the gifted assailant. The most arousing sound Tatsuki knew was the delicately commanding voice of her Chizuru consumed with feral lust. `I swear if she keeps talking this will be over before she even touches me.'

 

 

Chizuru purred against her captive's ear. She begrudgingly freed one breast and provocatively raked her claws along her prisoner's silken inner thigh, aggressively massaging its full length. “Tatsuki I -love these.” The girl stared hungrily at her lover's thighs. Those thighs, those deliciously strong appendages that had so often clamped forcefully down on Chizuru's head when the wonderful girl to whom they belonged rode countless blissful waves of orgasm.

 

 

Tatsuki grit her teeth, this was just mean! Chizuru on a lust induced power trip, `god I want her! But not like this.' “Damn it Chizzy please.” `I can't believe I'm saying this.' “Stop! Frog!” She whined. What Tatsuki really wanted to say was “please… please fuck me!” The dark haired girl was desperate for her partners blazing touch, and she'd have it - just later.

 

 

A caring and obedient partner, Chizuru stopped everything when she heard their safe word. It was a silly word really, but that was the point. Frog, it was one simple easy to utter single syllable word that clearly stood out regardless of how ensnared in the throws of passion either participant was. Frog and intimacy just didn't mesh.

 

 

Tatsuki knew her wonderful girl would immediately assume that she'd done something wrong. In an effort to calm the girl she reached out with both her hands to guide and place the palms of her hentai's own hands against her lips. “It's not you, I promise. Your only problem is that you're too unimaginable wonderful. It's me, I swear on the desecration of my entire collection of first place trophies, you weren't the reason I made you stop.”

 

 

Chizuru needed more reassurance than that. “Kiss me?”

 

 

It was a question and a command. The champion answered them both. Tatsuki guided the other girls head and pulled their lips together.

 

 

Chizuru welcomed the sweet invasion in her mouth. There was nothing more precious to her than her ill tempered and grand-hearted warrior. She'd spent countless hours over the span of two years kissing the girl in her lap; she could read the nuances of her champion's tongue better than she could the faintest creases in her face. The red head considered herself a savant on both subject matters. She would be able to tell if Tatsuki was lying to her, though she couldn't actually ever recall a time that Tatsuki had lied to her.

 

 

She couldn't deny it, Tatsuki that is. When she kissed her soft and curvy girly-girl nothing else mattered, but would it be the same if she kissed her princess - the other girl that held her heart? She didn't know. She'd never kissed Orihime before, and with her brother driving solidly and in complete command of The Heart's helm Tatsuki wondered if she'd ever know who her heart truly belonged to. `Will I ever be set free?'

 

 

Even if she had to live a hellish lifetime wallowing in the angst of unrequited love, the boyish warrior would gladly devote everything she was to the one woman bold enough, sweet enough, wonderful enough, and strong enough to trap her. Her tongue danced in tandem rapture with her special hentai. Tatsuki begged the powers that be to help her find a way to know, to choose, to be happy `please, please great gods of Orihime's universe, I need to know!'

 

 

When their lips parted Chizuru was convinced that she wasn't the reason her Suki-chan had called frog. Something else was bothering her. Languidly she let her fingers wander over the bare skin of her lover's upper body. When her hand grazed her partner's left wrist the streamline motion of the feather light caresses was rudely interrupted. “What is this?” She asked as her fingers investigated the alien object around her companion's wrist. `She never wears jewelry.'

 

 

It felt wrong to hold back. Tatsuki's whole world had just been turned inside out, for the first time she desperately needed someone to be there just for her. Besides, it was her family's history so it was her secret to tell. She decided she didn't need to hide it, not from Chizuru. “It's a family heirloom. I got it earlier tonight.”

 

 

Minutes passed in silence. Chizuru watched her normally grounded companion; the troubled girl was lost in her own thoughts. She held her wild haired treasure tighter and rocked slightly back and forth. She watched quietly as the girl in her lap absently fidgeted with her new bracelet. `She's so withdrawn. I've never seen her like this before.' It scared the red head. She thought that maybe someone had hurt her. Tatsuki was supposed to be the strong one. “Tatsuki-love, you're scaring me. What's wrong?”

 

 

She could hear the concern in Chiz's voice. Hell, even if she weren't a Quincy she could probably feel the fearful energy pouring out of her. Tatsuki turned to meet gentle eyes, “You can't tell Chiz, not anyone. If I tell you I mean. It's my story to tell which means you can't repeat it.” Relying on someone else was a hard thing for Tatsuki; she'd never done it before. Tatsuki had always been self contained, and it wasn't until she started to fall for Chizuru that she realized how lonely that kind of emotional independence really was.

 

 

A wonderful pair of arms and legs embraced the boyish girl. All four limbs wanted to comfort the girl they coveted vehemently. “You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to.” She nipped at the worried girl's lower lip. “But I want to know everything about you Tatsuki-love. I'll always do what's best for you. So if you tell me someone hurt you I might not be able to keep that to myself.”

 

 

The soft girl smiled adoringly at the worried face that studied her. “Besides, I'll tell you a secret.” Chizuru paused; she couldn't resist Tatsuki's lips when they were that close to her own. She covered the short distance and kissed her so hard it took her breath away and all her tension right along with it.

 

 

`Damn, how does she always do that?' A relaxed and contented moan escaped Tatsuki's mouth. `I swear she was built just to kiss me!' “Uh… y..y..you were gonnn... GRR! Damnit, Chiz do you have to kiss me so hard I stutter?”

 

 

The red head beamed proudly. “Uh, hell yeah!” She waggled her eyebrows playfully.

 

 

The champ took a deep breath to shake the remaining aftershocks of the unsuspecting and potent kiss, “you were gonna tell me a secret?”

 

 

“Oh yeah.” Chizuru thought for a moment. “I've always admired your integrity, how honorable and trustworthy you are. It's a rare thing these days. Until I started spending so much time with you I thought it was impossible to ever really trust someone. People flock to you and immediately feel they can trust you with anything. And you never falter. It's really kind of amazing to watch from the outside looking in.”

 

 

Chizuru pressed her forehead against the other girl's and rubbed noses. “You, Arisawa Tatsuki are my paragon of integrity, and everyday I try and make my self a better person through your example. That's it, that's my secret. I want to be like you. I want you to trust me the way I trust you, but that's your choice to make. So I'll take from you what I can get, and maybe someday you'll let me do for you what you do for everyone else.”

 

 

That was all that was left to hear. `I hope I'm doing the right thing. I think I am. I mean it's Chizzy. She's just a crazy hentai. She's never given me a reason to not trust her, and I've never heard her talk about people behind their backs. She knows how wrong it is to talk about other people. She'd never do to someone else the same crappy things people have done to her.'

 

 

Chizuru sat patiently, she'd go along with whatever Tatsuki decided, but more than anything she wanted to know what was bothering the other girl. She wanted to be there for her and help her with everything, always, but if the champ just wanted a warm body, a bed mate, and an occasional sounding board, Chizuru was ready to take that post up too. She'd be whatever Tatsuki would let her be, although she hoped that someday her spikey haired hell cat would love her as much as the loved her best friend.

 

 

Chizuru had convinced herself long ago that Orihime was first in Tatsuki's heart. If she had to be sloppy seconds she would. Tatsuki would never have Orihime, Chizuru knew that. The red head also knew that all she wanted was to be with Tatsuki. The rest of it wasn't really up to her.

 

 

Hesitant hazel-eyes locked onto undemanding green ones. “Don't laugh ok. It's all really weird, totally true, but really weird.” `If I tell her this stuff we definitely won't be just fuck buddies anymore. Everything will change.'

 

 

“My brother gave this to me. It's a special bracelet.” Tatsuki flicked with intense fascination at the Quincy cross that dangled from her wrist. “I can see and feel you Chizzy. I see you in a way you could never possibly imagine.”

 

 

As soon as she began to talk, everything about the past couple of weeks that Tatsuki had tucked away in the back of her mind in an effort to keep her own sanity, everything that seemed completely surreal up to this point now suddenly felt like a ton of very real bricks. Tatsuki had a brother, she had two brothers, and she had a father and a grandfather. She felt her eyes flood, she refused to blink. If she didn't blink there wouldn't be any tears, right?

 

 

`Brother?' “I thought you were an only child Tatsuki-love.” She reached out to explore as much of the little trinket as she could in the dark. “This looks like…” She was cut off.

 

 

“… the same thing Ishida Uryuu wears. Is that what you were going to say?” Tatsuki felt the head that rested on her shoulder nod. “He's my brother Chizzy. We both just found out.” Tatsuki dangled the Quincy cross in the air, mesmerized, “my twin brother.” She heard the red head gasp against her ear.

 

 

Tatsuki kicked the stopper that kept the water in the tub and settled back into a wonderful and caring embrace. She was comfortable in the emptying tub, nestled safely in her eidolon's arms, she didn't want to move. It felt good to finally lean on someone. It felt right for that person to be Chizuru. With each freed word the fear of letting someone in lessened.

 

 

Chizuru listened attentively to Tatsuki's unique and almost unbelievable story. She heard about the lies her mother told her as a child and then the truths behind those lies. Her Suki-chan had a whole family, and they'd all been living in the same town, right under her nose, her whole life. The red head adjusted easily to her lover's new vocabulary once the basics behind the odd new words like Quincy, Raien, The Heart, High Priestess, pure energy, Shinigami, Hollow, Vizard and reiatsu were explained. Everything was explained to the best of Tatsuki's limited knowledge. The fledgling Quincy only left out the things that were not hers to tell.

 

 

With the exception of her older deceased brother, the one she shared with Orihime, the identities of anyone blood related to Tatsuki were freely surrendered. Chizzy learned that Arisawa Shiori was the Raien High Priestess and that Ishida Uryuu and Ishida Ryuuken were Quincy. Though neither girl had a clear understanding of what that really meant. The red head understood the concepts of Shinigami, Hollow, and Vizard but not once did her lover give up any names. It was all amazing, too amazing. The awe struck girl understood the concept and religious pretext of the The Heart and why The Heart was important to the Raien, but never, not once did Orihime's name come up.

 

 

Tatsuki was finally liberated from her own self-induced solitary. She finally understood why everyone always wanted to unload on her. It was purely cathartic. Tatsuki met her ablution wrapped in the arms of a silly, laid back, fun loving, easy going and beautiful hentai girl. She was the bravest person Tatsuki knew. All of her silly and sometimes odd playfulness aside, Chizuru had led a difficult life. As a result Chizzy was more emotionally mature and self aware than most. She didn't hide herself or deceive others; she was simply at peace with who she was, more so than anyone Tatsuki had ever met.

 

 

Tatsuki thought is was a sad thing that people could be so small minded and utterly short sighted. Only morons are ignorant enough to claim they know the true value and message of a book after only reading the jacket cover. For their ignorance they paid the price, it was their loss. Chizuru was a diamond stuck in a pile of coal.

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Yeah I laid it on thick. Based on the reviews and emails I got from those reading this story here and on another FacFic site (where this story is also posted) I couldn't help myself. Heh heh

 

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.And YAY to Bastion, again, who writes the BEST feedback emails. I thank you sir and hope to become a better writer as a result of your selfless time and effort.

 

The reviews really do help me. I wonder what people like and do not like about the story.