Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Drawn to the Rhythm (The Easiest Thing ) ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

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)

I am sorry for such a long wait. I've been busy with work and traveling. I hope to have more down time this week. Hopefully can compensate and get the next chapter out quicker. Though I made this chapter long to repent for my sins of delayed chapter posting.

Given that Orihime and thus Uryuu are stranded in their apartment until some sort of climatic point is reached; there isn't much I can do about action right now.

Also, please be mindful of the way this story unravels. Currently it is a short timeline with a lot of detail. By that I mean this will be chapter 11 which is just going onto Sunday morning, but when Orihime woke up and Uryuu's reiatsu flared it was only a few nights ago, Thursday night (chapter 2).

Thank you for supporting my Tatsuki X Chizuru pairing. I honestly didn't think it was a surprising pair. Either way it turns out I really enjoy them, and if I ever write another story it might be a sequel to this one, starring them. We'll see.

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Chapter Edit History

3/06/2008 Mild grammar and spelling changes.

I'm working on getting some betas.

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Chapter Summary

This chapter is mostly IshiHime fluffyness. Orihime lays awake all night thinking about everything that has been going on. With a little help from Uryuu she reaches a few conclusions about her true self. There is also little prep for the next chapter. Oh and Uryuu posses an unexpected question.

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CHAPTER 11

 

 

“Hai, don't you worry about a thing Shiori-san. I've got just the small army you need.” Urahara hung up the phone and let out an unrefined yawn as he stumbled to the bathroom to start his day.

 

 

`How interesting, she's moving in with him.' He splashed some cold water on his deceitfully young face and sighed at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Everyone has someone but you Kisuke. How sad, don't you think?” He laughed sarcastically at the handsome devil starring back at him. `That poor boy, tied down to one girl, and at such a young age. Tsk-tsk Uryuu.'

 

 

“Those real women can be more trouble than their worth! Oh well, I've got everything I need right here.” He turned a lecherous grin at the two worn out and sleeping womanly bodies in his bed that were pilled on top of a snoring Tessai. The women looked remarkably like Nanao and Rangiku. “Yup, give me a couple of gokongan soul candies and a few choice gigai, what more can an old man ask for!”

 

 

“It's time to wake up Tessai.” Urahara threw a toothbrush at the man's head with expert precision from clear across the room. “You, Jinta, Ururu, Renji, and the Bount mods will be moving Inoue Orihime's things from her apartment to Ishida Uryuu's today. It seems the happy new couple just couldn't wait to start playing house.” He yawned wildly and scratched his bare ass, “Tatsuki will meet you at Orihime's. She has a key and already knows her way around the girl's things.”

 

 

Tessai, an over grown romantic who adored Orihime and her cooking, jumped excitedly out of bed. You could practically see the large pink hearts cloud over his eyes as he wiggled around and danced on the spot. “Ohhh how cute, and so romantic! I know! I have the perfect housewarming present too.” He beamed proudly, “The Cotton Candy Maker! I saw it on TV.”

 

 

The overly large man felt the need to exuberantly reenact the infomercial. “Feel like a kid again. Make your own fresh carnival style cotton candy right from your very own home!”

 

 

“Tessai…” The blonde Shinigami interrupted the large man's cotton candy ramblings.

 

 

“Uh, yes boss?”

 

 

“Now-now big guy, you really are weird! You're large and weird! Must you buy everything you see on T.V.?” For once Urahara was relieved that his assistant was pushing some of his useless infomercial junk onto someone else other than him. “Now put away the gigai and get cleaned up.”

 

 

Dutifully Tessai threw on his clothes and apron. He popped the gokongan soul candies out of the Nanao and Rangiku gigai before carefully storing the perfect physical specimens of feminine beauty in the bedroom closet right next to his bosses other two favorite toy gigai, the 11th division's childlike pink haired lieutenant Yachiru and the boy prodigy, captain of the 10th division, Hitsugaya Tooshiroo.

 

 

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Renji lay still with his eyes closed. He hoped if he played possum long enough the loud mouthed midget slacker would go away and leave him alone. His resolve wore thinner with each unpleasant tap. `Some guys get to wake up to breakfast in bed; I get to wake up to this crap!'

 

 

The tattooed lieutenant woke up to the annoying and disturbingly familiar feeling of a bat being tapped against his head. “Oi you annoying little brat, get the fuck away from me I'm trying to sleep!” He waived one hand wildly in the air trying to yank Jinta's bat away.

 

 

“Awe, Freeloader's cranky this morning!” Jinta cracked his bat hard over Renji's head. Amusedly he watched the buff Shiniami grunt and cower in the aftermath. “Now get the hell up Freeloader, it's time to earn your keep. Boss says we gotta move all of Orihime's stuff from her place over to the geek's.”

 

 

“What?” the young Shinigami shouted as he jumped out of bed. “When did they get together? She was out cold just a few days ago.” He mused out loud to himself ignoring the menacing boy.

 

 

`Go Ishid! That Quincy moves fast!' “Pfft!” A sly smile crossed his face as he idly scratched the back of his head. `Guess the geek finally got the girl!' “Whoo hoo!” Renji cheered out loud! “Maybe Orihime will help get that super serious stick out of his tight ass.”

 

 

SMACK, right in the stomach. Renji bowled over more from the surprise of the impact that the pain. “Why you little brat! What the hell was that for? I got out of bed. STOP hitting me with that stupid bat.”

 

 

“How much you making Freeloader? You know you could just pay to earn your keep around here now that you're a respectable business man.” Jinta never tired of baiting the crass Shinigami. He was the closest thing to a big brother he'd ever had.

 

 

Renji tried to keep one eye on the violent midget at all times, even now as he tied his hair back and gathered his clothes. He never knew when Jinta would feel the need for more batting practice. “What the hell are you talking about you little ankle biter? I ain't got no damn money and you know that!”

 

 

The hue of Jinta's face matched the color of his hair. The Shinigami knew just which buttons to push. “Don't call me an ankle biter you whorish teletubbie rubbing maggot.”

 

 

Renji cocked an eyebrow. `He's a creative little spawn of Satan, I'll give him that.'

 

 

Jinta threw three screenshots of from an online adult auction site at Renji's feet. “I saw how much people are bidding on your pathetic ass.”

 

 

Jinta watched in sheer devilish amusement as the Freeloader's face turned ghost white.

 

 

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!” Renji shouted at the top of his lungs as he stared speechless at three pictures of himself, or rather his gigai in less than respectable posses on top of several well known worldly monuments. Some crook had turned his gigai into the x-rated version of the famed world traveling garden gnome. And who ever it was, they were cashing in big!

 

 

`Who the fuck kidnapped my gigai!' The sexy Shinigami looked at the smutty photos of himself. `Wow!' His jaw hung open. `These things are selling for a lot! Whoever's behind his is cashing in big time.' He beamed proudly to himself. His ego had been more that sufficiently stroked. Still, the shocked red head scoured the screenshot looking for some clue, any clue, that would lead him to the one responsible.

 

 

His hunt was over. There it was, the name of Zabimaru's next kill. His eyes found the sellers account name, Utsukushiimaru. “YUMICHIKA!” A vein throbbed in Renji's head, “When I find that feather-headed narcissistic fairy boy I'm going to kill him!” Only another Shinigami on assignment in Karakura Town could have done this to Renji, and only one narcissistic Shinigami would give himself a username that meant Beautiful Perfection.

 

 

`Oh crap, what else did that freak do with my gigai?' The red head felt queasy just thinking about it. He searched through his memories and was extremely relieved that he couldn't ever recall a time when his ass hurt after putting on his gigai.

 

 

Renji's eye twitched in deranged annoyance while he watched Jinta roll around on the floor laughing his impish ass off. Through clenched teeth he hissed, “you, seed of chucky, you have ten seconds to get away from me before crush you like the cockroach you are.”

 

 

`Oh shit, he's pissed! This is so great!' Jinta ran from the room shouting back, “be at Orihime's in an hour Freeloader or I'll show those pictures to everyone.” His voice was laced thick with amusement as he hauled ass to safety.

 

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The hours of the night passed slowly. Orihime watched her precious boy sleep as her restless mind tried to rationalize the strange things that had happened to her recently. No tiny detail was too small to mull over in her attempt to desperately to make sense of her crux.

 

 

She idly twisted his draping bangs around her finger. She loved to watch him sleep. He was the most beautiful thing. She, the vessel, loved the boy with everything she was. She didn't know why, but she knew it had something to do with what she really was. She couldn't describe it, but she could feel it - undeniably. It was more than just the girl in her that chose him; more than just the girl in her that needed him.

 

 

The confusing duality of her faux mortal and supreme deific existences didn't matter all that much to her where he was concerned. She didn't care rather it was the finite vessel or the infinite Heart that craved him first, and it really didn't matter now. Even with her limited self awareness she knew that all of whom she was belonged to him. He was her everything. Blindly, she'd do anything for him, anything he asked of her.

 

 

The silence of the dark night was deafening. Orihime anchored her sanity on the warmth of her Quincy boy's body as Shiori's revelations invaded her mind. She wanted to scream or maybe cry. Perhaps both, it was all too much. All she wanted was to live a normal life with him, the lightly snoring boy, who even in his sleep managed to help tame her fears and keep her sane.

 

 

She wanted to go to back to school. She wanted to be outside. She wanted to see the next Saw movie. She wanted eat her way across Japan during summer break. She wanted to have a big beach party. She wanted to be an Iron Chef. Most of all, she wanted to marry her Ury-kun and spend every non-eating waking moment discovering new and wonderful ways to make an army of little violet-eyed Quincy babies. Really, she just wanted to be normal. To act and to feel as a normal girl would.

 

 

`I know everything Shiori-san said was true. I can feel it. So why did I do this to myself?' Silent tears fell. `I don't want to die.' It was daunting to try and comprehend that she was the reason all life existed, and that she could be the reason that all traces of life could disappear.

 

 

Her consciousness was too segregated to make any other-worldly connections by itself, but everything the Raien priestess said was intimately familiar to her. She felt like her life was a bad song that she swore she never heard but somehow she knew all of the words when it played on the radio. `I did this to myself on purpose!' Anger and a sense of foreboding helplessness replaced her fear and confusion. Her blood began to race.

 

 

Orihime rolled onto her back, she closed her eyes and she clenched her fists. She was pissed off and frustrated with herself. She knew she could fix everything if she could just remember.

 

 

The nagging stillness in the air forced her to dwell on the unpleasant circumstances of her life.

“WHYYY?”

 

 

Her voice was loud and shrill as it pierced the haunting silence that was suffocating her. She needed to make certain that all of who she was heard her pleading question. She hollered at the top of her lungs trying to break through and reach her greater self. She screamed until she felt two strong arms pull her against the warm body she loved so dearly.

 

 

“Orihime?” soothingly Uryuu rocked back and forth as he cradled her against his chest. Wiping away her tears, “what's wrong?”

 

 

His voice was wrought with concern, and his body trembled slightly beneath her. She buried her face in his shoulder. She wanted to crawl inside of him. Just be with him and hide from everything else. “I'm sorry Ury-kun. I didn't mean to scare you.”

 

 

He gently massaged the back of her neck. He could feel her tension. Even the energy around her was knotted in angry tendrils.

 

 

“I can't fix this. I can't help. I can never help!” Orihime cried against him. “I'm useless Ury-kun. Always useless!” Her small fist hammered into his chest, frustrated with her own forsaken defeat.

 

 

“She's right you know. Shiori-san is right about everything.” Her tear strained eyes locked onto his soft violet ones, “I'm not meant to know who I really am. She said… Shiori-san said, that she thought the vessel's lack of knowledge was intentional. How can I help if I'm not supposed to remember how to fix it?” She said between sniffles and sobs. “Why would I do something like that to myself Ury-kun?”

 

 

He reached out and tenderly cleaned her face with his thumb and the backs of his fingers. He smoothed her hair and held her tight. Uryuu wanted to take all of her pain away. He'd gladly bare the sole brute force of all of her burdens if it meant her happiness. “Orihime…”

 

 

“Wait.” She interrupted him. She knew what he was going to do. He was going to do something wonderful and make her feel better. She didn't want to feel better. She needed to finish thinking this through. “Ury-kun, I've been thinking about this all night.”

 

 

His alert and attentive presence gave her the strength and focus she'd been lacking. She needed someone to bounce her thoughts off of. “What do people who have everything that they need always seem to want?” She looked to him for an answer.

 

 

His eyes squinted in thought. “I guess if they already have everything they need, then they only want what they don't already have.”

 

 

It was the same conclusion she'd reached earlier. “And how does anyone get what they don't have?”

 

 

He didn't understand where she was going with any of this, but he played the part she gave him. “I guess that depends on what it is they don't have, but regardless no one will ever get what they don't have if they don't at least try and go after it.”

 

 

She felt on the brink of unraveling a mystery. “So why would something as powerful and omnipotent as The Heart choose to become something as limited as I am? Why have a mortal shell, why conceal my power, and why would I block off my own memories?”

 

 

She watched his eyes light up as he slowly caught up with her train of thought.

 

 

“Are you saying that you, The Heart, chose to be this way in an attempt to go after something you didn't already have, something you were missing?” He watched her nod. He had to admit that as simplistic as her logic was, it was sound, and reasonable.

 

 

“So what does The Heart not already have? What does it want that it can get by taking the form a beautiful girl?” Opps. It just slipped out. He smiled sheepishly.

 

 

She couldn't help but smile adoringly back at him. “I love you my Quincy boy.” She stretched up and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. `I swear if I ever need to just be in a bad mood I need to stay far-far away from him!'

 

 

She pouted sourly and poked him with a commanding finger, “now stop making me feel better and help me figure this out. I'm almost there I can feel it.”

 

 

He bit his lip fighting back the desire to lean over and kiss the top of her head. He didn't want to get poked again for being a… uh, good boyfriend. Instead he did as she commanded. “Hm, so if you're older than time, the sole architect of the cosmos, and the source of all its energy and power what could you possibly want? Isn't that everything?”

 

 

Orihime sighed wistfully and placed her head back on his chest, “when you put it that way it sounds so lonely and boring.”

 

 

She never really considered herself a lonely person. But now she supposed she felt that way only because she didn't know any better. That was until this past weekend when she found him. Now that she had her Quincy boy she couldn't imagine ever being alone again.

 

 

There was one thing Orihime had always known for certain, she absolutely hated to be bored. Ever since she was a child she would try to find ways to combat boredom. Sometimes she'd have elaborate day dreams like he ones she often had in school and sometimes she'd try her best to forget everything she knew so that she could experience everything all over again as if it were the first time. Even now, when no one was around to see her, she'd literally go blue in the face trying to will herself to forget everything she knew about her favorite foods and her favorite movies so that she could fall in love with them all over again. Tatsuki once told her that she should stop trying. That she was going to give herself an aneurysm Tatsuki also said that aside from getting hit on the head or getting lobotomized, it wasn't going to happen. She told her that you just can't will something like that to happen, but Orihime never believed it.

 

 

Then, without warning it happened, another classic and severely bipolar occurrence of the infamous Hime-revelation!

 

 

Uryuu watched his girlfriend spring up into the air. When she came back down one foot landed solidly on the bed while the other lodged itself securely in his chest. She had effectively knocked the wind right out of him as she unknowingly pinned him to the bed. `Damn it I forgot how ridiculously strong she was!' He gasped for air. `I can deal with the Heart of the Universe stuff, but her Hime-strength is just unnatural!'

 

He presumed it was safe to say that she was no longer distraught when he watched her raise her fists triumphantly into the air and shout, “Victory is mine!”

 

 

The trapped Quincy was about to laugh, she was just too adorable! `How can anyone not fall in love with you Orihime?' Well, he was about to laugh. That was until the oblivious girl above him began jumping up and down on their tiny twin bed causing her foot to, on more than one bounce, threaten the life of the Little Quincy they both so ardently treasured.

 

 

Uryuu smiled up at his silly girl and reached to grab her wrists. `She's just like a kid sometimes.' He pulled her down to straddle his waist. “Do you plan on letting me in on this little secret of yours?” He rolled over and pinned her to the bed. `She's so beautiful!' Everything just seemed so right when his Hime-chan smiled that big.

 

 

Her mind was racing a mile a minute. It didn't help that he was on top of her. “We're the same Ury-kun. At least I think we are. It makes sense anyway, especially since we really are the same.” Orihime reeled herself back in. She felt a fit of Hime-speak coming on. She took a deep breath to try and let go of the excited frenzy she'd worked herself into. Calmly and with a great big self satisfied smile, Orihime spoke. “I mean I know why I can't remember anything.” She could see his interest had piqued.

 

 

“I knew too much. I got bored!” She said it as if those words alone explained everything as she watched him hover over.

 

 

`Err he's gorgeous. Must not touch, must not touch, must not touch.' She briefly considered burning all of his shirts so he'd be forced to walk around bare chested all the time. She might have considered burning all of his clothes so he'd walk around naked but his butt was just too cute to share and the Little Quincy was her special toy! No one else was allowed near him.

 

 

Orihime even made Uryuu swear to consult with her before he touched himself. She wanted 24/7 dibs on taking care of both her Quincies. Originally it was an all or nothing request but he insisted that he be allowed to touch himself to bathe and go to the bathroom. Eventually Orihime conceded to those demands, but only after Uryuu agreed to pay the bargaining toll. Orihime demanded to learn how boys went to the bathroom standing up.

 

 

“But Ury-kun,” she pouted, “what happens if you go off to fight and you loose both of your arms? I'd have to do everything for you.” She stomped her foot lightly. “So there, you have to teach me!”

 

 

They both ignored the fact that even in her current state Orihime was powerful enough to make sure that he never actually went armless. As for the actual lesson which involved them both standing in front of the toilet with Orihime's cushy chest pressed against his back while she wrapped her arms to around his waist to get to the Little Quincy, well it was without a doubt the most difficult and completely bazaar hour and a half of Uryuu's life. The lesson failed miserably. The Little Quincy steadfastly refused to cooperate, the Big Quincy was in a permanent state of embarrassed arousal, and Orihime kept insisting the little guy would relax and behave if she just pet him.

 

 

Starring up at her undercover god caused Orihime to momentarily forget what they were talking about. She shook her head to try and clear her mind. `Ok, so never be near him when I want to be in a bad mood, and never-ever be under him and expect to think straight. Got it.' She tucked that bit of knowledge away for later.

 

 

“I don't understand Orihime. What do you mean you knew too much, you got bored?” `Damn it! Flipping her into this position was a bad idea!' He stared at his beautiful girl and did his best to try to continue the role of supportive boy friend despite the fact that the longer he looked down on her the more the blood flow to his brain lessened.

 

 

She clamped her eyes tightly shut so she couldn't see him. `Grrrr!' Images of her undercover god had apparently been burned into the backs of her eyelids. `Arghhh! I can't escape sexy Ury-kun! He's everywhere!'

 

 

She kept her eyes shut and took another deep breath. `Ok, I can't touch him till he gets it.' Orihime thought that a conditional and self imposed embargo against her boy might motivate her to stay focused. `So, how do I explain this…' She really wanted to touch him! “…and explain it fast? Damn good thing he's a smart sexy god.' Then she remembered that Don Kanonji's Bura-Rei was his favorite T.V. show. `That should work. He's obsessed with that show.'

 

 

After summoning all of her anti-Uryuu-pouncing powers she opened her grey eyes and latched on to his violent ones. “Well do you think you'd love watching Bura-Rei so much if you were the one and only person who wrote, produced, and directed it?”

 

 

Uryuu focused intently on the patch of bed right above Orihime's shoulder. If he didn't look at her, maybe he could hold out a little longer. “Probably not, I imagine being that closely tied to the show would most likely take all of the fun out of it. Plus nothing about the show would be a surprise if I already knew it inside and out.” But still, what does that have to do with you being smart and bored?

 

 

`Why is he looking at the bed?' “Hello, Ury-kun.” She waived her hand in front of his face. “What do you mean what does that have to do with me being bored? It's an analogy. You know, The Heart is to the universe as the multitalented Bura-Rei guy is to the Bura-Rei show. Both know too much, they're too closely tied to their own works of art to be able to enjoy them the way everyone else does.

 

 

He still had a glassy look in his eyes. “What's wrong with you silly boy?” `I wonder if that's what I look like when I space out.' She reached up and lightly scratched up and down the length of the backs of his nicely defined upper arms until she could see that she had his attention again and continued to spell out what she now considered obvious.

 

 

“The Heart… err, me, I think that I got bored. I think maybe I made this whole fantastic universe but I knew so much about everything that all the wonder and enjoyment had been sucked out of it. I couldn't enjoy any of it. So I'm thinking maybe this is like my vacation or something. Its weird Ury-kun,” he looked right into her eyes, he could tell she was quite serious. “I can tell I'm whole, I feel like I'm just intentionally hiding from myself from um… myself. I guess it all sounds silly, but it really is something I would actually do, even now if I could.” Oddly, it really did sound like something his Orihime would do.

 

The contemplative girl could tell her sweet boy was still listening. Despite how spacey he still seemed. So she pinched his nipple. Hell it was just sitting there starring right at her anyway.

 

 

She watched his half glazed face. She could clearly see when his brain caught up with her simple self-realization. A shiver ran up her spine. `He's just too cute!' She couldn't help herself. Orihime wiggled around beneath him to tease the poor boy. “You know for geek you're pretty slow.” She smiled innocently at him.

 

 

Uryuu heard everything Orihime had said, and he understood it perfectly. He just couldn't articulate well. At the moment they had no way to prove her theory but it did seem a rather likely one, and he was quite impressed with her deductions. This new information certainly would not fix any of the problems they faced, but it still helped to try and understand everything that was going on.

 

 

He loved Orihime and he knew she loved him, but he couldn't help but wonder where he fit into the whole Heart of the Universe scenario. He even wondered at times how genuine his wonderful girl really was. Was everything about her planned and fabricated, or did he fall in love with the real thing? Uryuu was relieved when Orihime emphatically claimed that they, The Heart, the vessel, and the girl were all one-in-the-same. He surmised from her explanation that the girl and the deity were most likely just varying degrees of awareness of the same individual. If that was in-fact true it would certainly make trying to figure out the mysteries that surrounded this whole situation a lot easier. It might even help to explain why Orihime seemed vastly more connected to her true powers when she zone out. After all, she did resurrect the dead with less effort than it took to wiggle a finger.

 

 

“What! No… no I mean yes. Sure I am cute, if you say so.” Like a dork he winked and nodded coolly before flashing what Orihime would consider a dead sexy grin. “But no I am not slow! If I'm stupid right now it's your fault.” His voice was playfully scolding and accusatory. “You know, it's kind of hard to put two and two together when.... Well, we will just have to see how sharp you are sometime when the flow of blood to your brain has been cut off.” He shifted to a more comfortable position on top of her.

 

 

As soon as he shifted his body weight Orihime could feel the full length of her very happy Little Quincy press firmly into the top of her lower thigh. She giggled and seductively teased the already suffering and poor boy. “Awe… Ury-kun wants me.” Orihime scrunched her nose and poked her tongue out at her boy.

 

 

“You enjoy my suffering do you? You think it's cute, huh?” He watched as she nodded affirmatively while batting her eye lashes and donning her cutest most innocent look. Uryuu surprised her by growling loudly in teasing frustration before his head took a surprising nose dive underneath her t-shirt and started aggressively nibbling at her milky skin.

 

 

She clasped onto the bed and giggled wildly. “That tickles!”

 

 

He ignored her squirms and her pleas. They just made him want her more. She just tasted so good. She smelled so good. He covered every inch of her stomach with soft kisses and teasing nips before he freed his arms from the burden of hovering over the feminine body beneath him. He blindly reached up and laced his fingers with hers. A small rush coursed through him when the full weight of his chest settled between her legs which elicited a soft moan from the girl he feasted on. He welcomed the restrictive confines of her shirt which kept him buried in her soft skin.

 

 

Using his feet against the bed as leverage he thrust himself further up. His mouth settled on the valley between her breasts. Uryuu was drunk with Orihime. Such a thing wasn't hard. She was his goddess. He worshipped her and the small patch of her flesh between her magnificent breats with his tongue. That was his valley, and off to his East and to his West those were his divine mountains.

 

 

He pulled the tasty skin of her valley into his mouth and massaged it aggressively with his unrelenting teeth. He soothed it with his velvety tongue. He taunted the sensual girl beneath him, the girl sweet enough to eat as he buried his face in and suckled on every last inch of her breasts, every inch but the one that mattered most.

 

 

“Uryuu…” `he feels so good.' Orihime had long since closed her eyes. She was beneath him and he held her hands, she was at his mercy. It was easy to surrender to him. Her body craved him, anything to have him. His mouth was warm and wet. With every lick, nip, and bite she felt him silently confess `I love you Orihime. Only you.'

 

 

She arched her back to force herself deeper into him when she felt his warm tongue bathe her areola and his soft wet lips claim her nipple. She pressed against his hands, she wanted to run her palms over his body but he held her steady. She couldn't move unless it was his desire.

 

 

He suckled her like a hungry baby. She let out a loud wanton moan. She wanted to feed the hungry mouth that demanded she be a woman. `Someday…'

 

 

She smiled contently when she felt him instinctively seek his own release by sliding his hips up and down to massage the Little Quincy against her leg. He was using her. She liked being used by him. She dug the foot of the prostitute leg into the bed to make it more stable for him. Instantly she felt him rub harder against her; anything for his pleasure.

 

 

He was beyond rational thought; the only thing he knew was girl - specifically, his girl, the girl, the only one he would ever love - his precious Orihime. Whatever she commanded he would obey. Whatever she needed he would comply. He was hers.

 

He felt her right hand squeeze his left. “Let go.” He heard her pleadingly rasp. “I want to touch you too.” Uryuu was an obedient boy, his mistress commanded and he answered. He freed her right hand, and immediately he felt her whole body bend over to her right. She pressed her hand against his shoulder and let it slide suggestively over the contours of the side of his body. It stopped when it reached the elastic band of his boxers. He felt her eager little fingers wiggle their way into his shorts. She was trying to reach her lovable Little Quincy.

 

 

Uryuu was a Quincy and a gentleman first. Always an overachieving and perpetually prepared teenage boy who avidly studied up on ways to please a woman… with the help of the World Wide Web. Though he seriously feared he'd never have the chance to employ his second hand knowledge. He most certainly never thought, even in his wildest dreams, that Inoue Orihime would be his, that her delectable body would squirm around beneath his own, or that she'd ever beg him and be so desperately starving for anything he had to deliver.

 

 

`Ladies first Hime-chan, always!' He wasn't sure where he found the courage or the mental faculties, especially since he wanted nothing more than to be touched by the girl he loved, but even with a mouthful of Hime-nipple he found the resolve to slap her eager hand away from her most prized possession.

 

 

He slipped his head out from under the tight confines of the t-shirt she wore, his t-shirt, and trapped both of her hands at the wrist and held them above her head. He didn't want to hold her down; he wanted his hands to be free to explore his princess. “Stay!” It was his only command. He was pleased when she obediently complied and held her own wrists above her head.

 

 

One hand traced idle patterns on her silky smooth and taut stomach while the other brushed her bangs away from her beautiful face. “I love you Orihime.” He leaned in to kiss her. He wanted everything he felt for her to pour from his lips and saturate her soul.

 

 

As the kiss lingered on his own eager fingers wandered south from her stomach and wiggled past the waist band of her commandeered Quincy boxers. He thought she was sexy in his underwear and that she could only be sexier if she wore her own little boy transformer under-roos. It was undeniable; he loved this girl completely, just the way she came.

 

 

His fingers scratched at and mingled with the silky fine hairs of her soft furry patch. He liked the way she felt against his calloused archers fingers, so much so that he forced a deep pleasure filled moan into her mouth. With eyes closed she returned his moan with one of her own, it filled his mouth and sent tremors through his passion inebriated body.

 

 

He felt her body tense and arch yearningly against his when he slipped his middle finger between her warm wet folds and briskly ran it tauntingly up and down the full length of the canyon, occasionally indulging in a torturous and fleeting poke into the core of her womanly cavern. His cherished princess rewarded him handsomely for his efforts with her deep successive feminine moans, sharp intakes of breath, and the slow desperate movements of her hips against his devoted hand.

 

 

His nimble fingers continued to explore every nuance of her sensitive blood surged nether lips as he parted her mouth to gaze on the beauty beneath him. His perfect girl, the girl who only wanted his touch and no one elses. An overwhelming sense of male bravado and all consuming love filled his chest. The girl and her body belonged to him. She was his to do with as he pleased, and all he desired was to make her understand how much he adored her.

 

 

`My Hime-chan. So beautiful, so sweet, so sensual.' He watched her face tense. He smiled proudly to himself as he surveyed her inviting lips while they desperately tried and failed to piece words together.

 

 

He wanted to give her a present, something she'd never had before. He wanted her to desire the pleasure she felt. He wanted her to feel the intimate rapture without the degrading shame she was used to. He wanted her to know that this was now her life, that she held all of the power, and everything he was hinged on her whim. He wanted to watch her face as she climaxed under his lovingly devote supervision.

 

 

Uryuu positioned two fingers at her entrance and pushed them slowly in. He wriggled and gyrated the digits abrasively against the highly sensitive and easily aroused flesh that paved the way inside of her. He felt the girl beneath him exhale in relief.

 

 

“Uryuu… don't… don't stop… more.” Orihime panted heavily. When his fingers began to press past her opening all the air was expelled from her body in aching relief and yearning anticipation. For more than two days she'd been dying for her perfect boy to have his way with her; to touch her in anyway, and to touch her anywhere he pleased.

 

 

She felt his two fingers finally press past her entrance. They naively explored their strange new territory. An all consuming sense of elation racked her body. She was his first and she'd be his last - his only. He was just for her. She spread her legs wider; beckoning his virgin fingers to explore what belonged to them.

 

 

Nothing had ever felt like this. It felt so right, so good for any part of him to be inside of her. She was his home, his castle. He belonged there.

 

 

She felt his skilled and strong archer's fingers tickle the roof of her cavern. He was searching. “There!” she breathlessly let out. He found what she knew he was looking for.

 

 

Uryuu couldn't believe how wonderful she was. `She knows what I'm trying to do, and she's helping me!' He was grateful for the help; he only wanted to please his Orihime.

 

 

Once his precious girl confirmed that he'd found the spot he was looking for he pressed in an upward motion abrasively against her and continued to deeply massage the erogenous patch by wriggling his two fingers in a `come hither' motion.

 

 

“Yes… Ury-kun… don't stop. Please… please… more.” It felt wonderful. She could feel an intense heat slowly build inside of her. She could tell he knew what he was doing, and if she weren't on the brink of orgasm she'd probably tease him for being a pervy geek and studying this technique through a book or online. But damn! He was sooo very good at it! Perfect!

 

 

“More Ury-kun… please don't stop. Don't ever stop finger fucking me!” Orihime grabbed a handful of bed in each palm as she arched her back and rocked her hips against his wonderful fingers in perfect tandem with the rhythm of his strokes. He felt so good inside her, she fought against her body. She didn't want to come yet, she wanted more.

 

 

Her words brought him to a new pinnacle of arousal. He wanted her to keep talking. He fed off the sensuality she spewed forth. His lust driven haze wasn't far from hers. “Say that again Hime-chan. Tell me what to do.”

 

 

“Don't… don't stop Ury-kun… more please.” She knew what he wanted to hear. It only heightened her own arousal. “You feel so good inside me Ury-kun, don't stop. I need you.” Small spasms began to quake within her, she couldn't hold on much longer. Between breathless pants and intoxicatingly rich moans Orihime gave her final command. “Dear god Uryuu, don't ever stop finger fucking me!”

 

 

With infused vigor he pressed deeper into her sensitive spot and set his fingers to double time. He doubted there was anything more magnificent than the way she looked at this moment. He felt her walls begin to spasm around his fingers as he maintained his aggressive ministrations. Her whole body tensed, her back arched high and her neck thrashed back into the bed. She dug the heals of her feet into the mattress and grit her teeth between loud wanton moans of intense pleasure.

 

 

“Uryuu… Uryuu… Uryuu…” His name was so easy to say! “Oh URYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!” Her release burst forth with a flooding of warm liquid that bathed his hand and a scream that seemed loud enough to wake the building.

 

 

His ego soared. He pulled his dripping fingers out of her and freed his hand from the boxers she wore. Uryuu licked himself clean. He discovered he liked the way her arousal tasted. It made him feel primal and protective. Never once did he take his eyes off his perfect girl as he smoothed away the sweaty hair from her face and softly pet her lips and her rosy cheeks. He idly rubbed the Little Quincy against her thigh as he watched her bask in her afterglow. He would remember everything about this night for the rest of his life.

 

 

Several silent minutes passed before Uryuu heard the relaxed and fully sated voice of his angel.

 

 

Orihime reached up to pet his face. “I love you Ury-kun. That was amazing!” She'd never felt anything so wonderful in her life.

 

 

He smiled sweetly and leaned in to taste her lips, then he just smiled big. Uryuu was a happy boy. Now that he knew how incredible things could be, now that he was certain she wouldn't cower from his touch, he would gladly cater to her body's needs any time.

 

 

Orihime draped her arms around her Quincy boys neck and stared at his cocky and self satisfied smirk. `He definitely earned bragging rights on that front. I never thought I could come so hard from just two fingers inside of me. I have to thank the author Ury-kun got his study material from!' She liked when he was a cocky and pompous bastard, it just looked so damn good on him!

 

 

Orihime pulled her legs back and used her toes to securely latch onto the hem of Uryuu's boxers. In one swift and extremely unexpected move she straightened her legs out and effectively yanked his underwear down to his ankles. “You're turn!”

 

 

Uryuu loved the feeling of her arms draped loosely around his neck. He would have been happy just being close to his Hime-chan for the rest of the night. Apparently she had other ideas.

 

 

He knew where her hands were, so they weren't the guilty party. “What the… how did you do that?” He turned his head in disbelief. When he saw his bare ass and his boxers hanging loosely at his feet he knew he wasn't imagining things. He looked back at the amused girl beneath him. “Seriously, how did you do that?” He briefly wondered if covertly disrobing him was one of her special celestial powers. If not, he wanted to know how to do that trick too!

 

 

Orihime refused to answer. “I said, you're turn. I took off your boxers Ury-kun, now you get mine.” She had effectively wiped the cockiness right off of his beautiful face. She fought back the urge to roll her eyes and laugh when she heard his timid reply.

 

 

“What? Why? What are we going to do?” It was cute how quickly she could make him go from a two fingered lust crazed sex samurai back into a scared little boy.

 

 

“Please Ury-kun.” Her eyes silently begged as she hooked his hanging bangs behind his ears. “Don't stop now. I want the rest of you inside of me too. Like your fingers were.” She let her arms fall and hoisted herself up onto her elbows to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “I promise Ury-kun, everything will be ok, just like it was a few minutes ago.”

 

 

“But uh… we don't have any condoms.” He shook his head at himself. `I must be the only guy in the world to push back on a beautiful girl begging for intercourse.'

 

 

“We don't need them, ever. It's my decision to get pregnant.” She beamed happily, “so you can come inside me every time.” She wanted to feel the warm flood of his release swim inside her womb. Orihime saw he confusion etched in his beautiful face. She was hoping she wouldn't have to say anything further.

 

 

She turned her face away from his; she didn't want to see the look in his eyes. “I figured out how to do it in Las Noches. Otherwise I would be pregnant now.”

 

 

Uryuu felt a strong urge to avenge his wonderful girl. Everything about her time in Las Noches disgusted him. This was just another reminder, among many, that she had been raped. He knew she wanted to replace the vile memories with good ones. He also knew he was the only one who could do that.

 

 

He took a deep breath. He knew he was being stupid, and his stupidity was hurting her. Being the source of any of her pain and suffering was the one thing that was truly unbearable.

 

 

He'd always considered himself a traditionalist. He thought he'd be married before having sex, but then again there was absolutely nothing ordinary about the woman he loved or their relationship. He wanted to do whatever he could to make a proper traditional Japanese woman out of Orihime. He knew that's what she wanted. He supposed so much was out of the ordinary already, one more thing didn't matter that much.

 

 

Orihime felt the weight on the bed shift. When she looked back over at her beautiful boy she noticed that he'd freed his ankles from the restraint of his boxers. He was sitting naked on his knees with his eyes closed in the center of the bed between her legs with a Little Quincy staring avidly at his chin. He looked like he was meditating.

 

 

In silence she watched him and studied the way his body moved with his even breathing. He was a work of art. Sculpted, disciplined, and his energy was always in perfect harmony with his surroundings. When his eyes finally opened he just smiled lovingly at her and slowly freed her from her boxers before he freed her from her t-shirt.

 

 

He knew what the answers to his questions would be. “Orihime, do you want children?”

 

 

The question caught her off guard, but she nodded. “Yes, someday.”

 

 

“With me?” he asked.

 

 

This time she smiled at him. “Only you Ury-kun. No one else.”

 

 

“Then someday, when we're ready, will you marry me Inoue Orihime?” He watched her shocked expression and sharp in take of breath. “I can only offer you myself in return, but I'll give you everything that I am. I swear on the pride of the Quincy and my love for you that nothing will ever be more important to me than your safety and your happiness.” He watched silent tears streak down her beautiful face.

 

 

“Orihime, will you give me the chance to give you the life you want. Will you be my wife and the mother of my children?”

 

 

Tears flowed freely down her face. Orihime knew that he'd propose someday, but just not so soon. `That's why he wouldn't sleep with me? He wanted to wait for marriage?'

 

 

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Uryuu positioned himself on top of his bride to be. He fumbled around as he tried to place the Little Quincy at her entrance. He was grateful when he felt Orihime's hand reach down to properly position him.

 

 

He rested between her legs, propped up on his elbows. He watched her beautiful face as she watched him. Slowly he pushed forward, not really sure what to expect. Uryuu felt Orihime's legs wrap loosely around his, and he smiled to himself when he saw her eyes flutter. He could tell she liked the feeling of him sliding into her just as much as he did. It was the most incredible sensation. Her hungry warmth and wetness wrapped tightly around him, hugging him, softly milking him. He kept slowly pressing forward till he felt a barrier press back against him. “Orihime is that…”

 

 

Orihime cut him off. “…Yes. I know it's strange after everything I've been through, but you'll have to break it.” It was an odd circumstance indeed. Orihime had lost count of how many times she'd been penetrated, and yet the one boy she wanted inside of her was actually was pressed up against her fully intact maiden barrier.

 

 

“When I self healed I fixed everything. It's what Aizen-sama.” She stopped and caught herself. It was habit. It just slipped. She didn't mean to address him with such honor. “I mean, it's what Aizen wanted.” She shrugged. “I guess he likes raping virgins. And Grimmjow just liked the feel of tearing flesh.” Orihime was used to these ideas, but she felt the shivers run down her precious Quincy's spine. She could feel the loathing and disgust drip off him like a rich molasses.

 

 

“Ury-kun, please, don't think of them. Push through.” She raked her nails soothingly through his soft hair, and smiled reassuringly at him. “You're the only one that matters. It should have been you that broke through in the first place.” She bit her bottom lip for a moment. “Besides sexy Quincy boy, I'm glad I can still give this to you. Please, be the last one to claim me. Make me what I want to be - yours.”

 

 

It was beyond him how anyone could ever hurt someone as sweet and amazing as his Hime-chan. The very thought seemed as unnatural to him as pink grass or a zebra stripped moon. “Anything for you Orihime, always.”

 

 

He leaned in to kiss her with his eyes wide open before he buried his entire length deep inside her in one quick thrust. He heard her wince lightly into his mouth and he watched her face contort slightly at the all too familiar pain.

 

 

When he felt her smile against his lips he pulled his head back and gazed at the most beautiful site. She smiled up at him. Tears rolled down the sides of her face. She was happy. He made her happy.

 

 

“Thank you Ury-kun.” Tears welled up as she felt his love fill her deep inside where only disgust and shame had festered. Only he could make her feel like a thing of beauty once again.

 

 

There was so much love in his eyes. She watched him wipe her tears away. Such careful tenderness in his touch. `He loves me so much.' She studied his violet eyes and watched the fireworks of her own power burst behind them. It comforted her to know that she found a way to bury herself deep inside him, just as he had buried himself inside of her.

 

 

With both hands she pulled his face forward and kissed him hard. Desire and a feral need to be taken by him filled her voice. “Don't stop now Ury-kun, please don't stop. You're right where you're supposed to be.” She pushed deeper onto him. “Do whatever you want with me. I promise I can take it. I want to feel you move inside of me.” He had lifted her veil of darkness. She couldn't wait to spend the rest of her life showing him how grateful she was.

 

 

Orihime ran her hands vigorously up and down his chest. “My body is for your pleasure and yours alone.”

 

 

She smirked sinisterly at her shocked Quincy boy. Even if she didn't feel him grow even bigger inside of her, she could clearly tell her profligate behavior aroused him greatly. She reached up and twisted one of his nipples, she knew he liked that. “As the future Mrs. Ishida and the mother of your army of little violet eyed Quincy babies I demand you use me for your pleasure because you won't be getting it anywhere else, buddy… ever! Now, come inside of me!”

 

 

He cocked a curious eyebrow. The idea of having an army of little violet eyed Quincy babies with the most perfect and precious girl ever created enticed him. `Anything for you Orihime.'

 

 

Yet, he scoffed playfully. “Oh really? So I suppose you're it for me then huh?” Her impatience and her cute little glare were adorable. Ishida Uryuu was the happiest boy alive. `JACKPOT!'

 

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Updates seem to be running at 1-2 weeks these days. - I'd rather write this story though. Seriously, don't get used to the long chapters. But this was a special chapter. (smiles contently, Uryuu's a VERY lucky boy!)

 

I'm tired now… nap time.

 

Thanks to those who continue reading. Please review.

 

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