Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Fear ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

The first time she asked him, he smirked in that irritatingly overconfident way and all but laughed the idea off.

The second time however , if took him at least five seconds to think the idea over, before he smirked again and continued on his way.

By the third time she could see the question was slowly beginning to have an effect on him as there was no smirking, only a slightly perturbed look thrown her way as he rolled out of bed and began searching for his clothes.

Another ten questions later, all at convenient times for her where he couldn’t escape quite so easily, and he finally caved.

Of course a man like Kurosaki Ichigo didn’t give in without a fight, and it had taken most of the remaining power in her body to be able to pin him to the bed, all the while praising the gods that put him in the same state she was - weak as a newborn child.

Thank you sex.

As soon as her mouth opened to ask the question again though, he somehow managed to gather enough energy to reverse their positions, crush her to the mattress and distract her with his tongue. How he knew she was going to ask him that particular question she did not know, but with his tongue doing marvellous things behind her ear, she certainly wasn’t going to bother arguing.

Damn you sex.

By now, there wasn’t a lot she could do but let him continue - You try resisting Kurosaki Ichigo’s tongue. Actually on second thought don’t, he‘s Rukia‘s and you can‘t have him - and it was some time before she could manage to voice the question, though part of the reason behind this was that even though they had finished a while ago, that talented tongue was still exploring her mouth.

Not that she was complaining.

Better yet when she asked he gave a rather impressive display of girlish squeaks, kissed her again to try and hide it, then attempted to escape. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist - something that she knew would stop him in his tracks - and asked him again, in that teasing high-pitched voice that pissed him off to no end.

He kissed her once more, trying to distract her, but she wouldn’t have any of it. A well placed punch to the shoulder made sure of that. He was still swearing when she untangled her arms from around his waist- how was it that they always ended up wound around him? - and while he was distracted by the teasing hand she ran along his thigh, she took advantage of the moment, pressed her lips against his briefly and asked him again.

This time it worked. He sighed heavily and allowed himself to drop to the mattress, narrowly avoiding crushing her in the process and cursing loudly as he almost rolled off the bed.

She needed to be serious here, but it took a large amount of self control not to laugh at the look on his face as he tried not to overbalance, clawing desperately at the sheets. She shook her head and offered him a hand. After an irritated glare accompanied by the famous Kurosaki scowl, he accepted the offer and allowed her to pull him away from the edge.

She let him slide his arms around her waist and kiss her neck briefly as he pulled her closer, but before he could do any more, she grabbed his chin, looked him in the eye and demanded an answer.

He tried to avert his eyes from her own as he mumbled something and she hit him again, demanding a proper response. This time the words were much more coherent - though laced with a curse here and there as he nursed his shoulder - but they were certainly not expected.

She gaped at him for a moment - she never thought he would actually admit it - and he blushed slightly and looked away with a muttered “What?”

Slowly she moved her hand around to the back of his neck and pulled him in. He resisted the kiss at first, still slightly embarrassed, but when her tongue slipped into his mouth he gradually relaxed and moved his hands along her sides. She broke if off as soon as she felt the tension leave his body, and couldn’t resist a small smirk at the resulting groan she drew from him as he buried his head in her shoulder.

They lay in silence for several moments as their breathing returned to normal, relishing in the feeling of their bodies pressed against each other. Ichigo would have been perfectly happy lying like this for the next hour or so but Rukia seemed to have decided that the silence needed to be broken.

“It’s okay, you know”

Ichigo reluctantly pulled his head out from the warm space between her neck and shoulder and met her gaze, slightly confused. “What’s okay?”

She thumped him on the shoulder for forgetting so soon and moved slightly away so she didn’t strain her neck looking at him from such an awkward angle. “Being afraid, idiot!”

He choked. “Don’t say it so loud, bitch! Do you want the whole of Seireitei to hear?”

She shrugged, desperately trying to hold back another bout of laughter at his spluttering, and decided the best way to avoid humiliating him further was just to ignore it. “Does it really matter? Everyone else is afraid too.”

He snorted in disgust and rolled over, reaching over the side and feeling around for his boxers. “Whatever”

She reached out to him, wincing as he twisted away from her hand and left the bed, moving around the room and pulling on his uniform, that trademark scowl set firmly in place. “Ichigo.”

“Just leave it.” He slung Zangetsu over his shoulder and opened the door, “I’ll see you later”



When he returned sometime after midnight - it had taken a good ten hours of constant fighting to help him cool off a bit - he wasn’t expecting her to still be there. And he certainly wasn’t expecting anything less than a cold reception. But this was Kuchiki Rukia, and she was full of surprises.

Somehow she managed to cover the distance between the bed and the door in less than an instant , yank him fully inside, slam said door shut so hard that he swore the beams quivered above their heads, and press her lips desperately to his before he even registered what was going on.

He turned away from her kiss, stubbornly keeping his eyes fixed on the roof even as she moved her hands under the band of his hakama and her lips to his neck.

“I’m sorry”

He grunted, gently placing his hands on her shoulders and pushing her away, ignoring her indignant glare. “It doesn’t matter”

"Like hell it doesn't matter! Here I am trying to apologise, and you're shutting me out! I‘m sorry for questioning your manhood, but stop being such a difficult bastard and get over it!" She pressed him back against the door, and attempted to glare him into submission. When that didn't work, she resorted to shoving her hands down his hakama again.

He resisted, grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands out of his boxers, “Does every apology have to involve sex?”

She shrugged. Sometimes this man was so incredibly stupid. “Yeah”

The ‘duh’ went unsaid.

He snorted, pushing her away again “You’re hopeless”

“This coming from the man that won’t admit he’s afraid” She shot back, her face softening slightly “It’s not that big of a deal you know. Even Renji’s pissing his pants at the thought of the war”

“That’s Renji. He’s allowed to be a limp dick.” He moved past her, lifting Zangetsu off his back before undoing his obi.

She watched him undress, silently fuming at the pain in the ass nature of this man and waited until he was underneath the covers before speaking again, “No one thinks any less of him for it though. And they wouldn’t think any less of you.”

When he didn’t respond she sighed heavily and moved into bed with him, carefully maintaining a distance between his body and hers. “If it helps, I don‘t think any less of you”

He turned to face her, and she almost laughed at the sick expression on his face. “I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse”

“Asshole” She punched him lightly on the arm and smiled as he overreacted, a classic sign of him being back to normal, “You over your hissy fit then?”

He stopped swearing and sighed, running his hand over the sheets “I guess I have to be, don’t I?” He looked up at her and smirked, moving his hand from the sheets to her waist, “Besides, you still owe me sex.”

He was incorrigible. Trust him to remember that even through his mood swings. Nevertheless she grinned, moving forward and running her tongue over the sensitive spot under his jaw, laughing as he groaned and tried to dip his head to return the favour. “On one condition”

He pulled away and glanced at her warily, then did that girlish squeaking thing as she flipped him onto his back, straddled him and pinned his hands above his head. “I’m on top”

He would have argued, but by the time he recovered from having her tongue in his mouth and her hips rocking against his for the briefest of moments, he had forgotten all about protesting and let her have her way.

Rukia smirked.

Thank you sex.
Fear
The first time she asked him, he smirked in that irritatingly overconfident way and all but laughed the idea off. Kurosaki Ichigo wasn't one to admit defeat - or weakness. IchiRuki