Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Ginger Snaps ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

A/N - If anyone likes this pairing, you should check out "Apperception" by Brendabond, it gave me the push I needed to FINALLY publish the first chapter of this pervy smutfest since it had been sitting on my desktop for sometime. Apperception also has 98% more plot than this story. Homegirl has a vision.

I do not own Bleach, if I did - They would straight up say that Hisana was poisoned by the Kuchiki elders, due to the fact that not only was she was a commoner, but she wasn't going to produce any heirs since she did not love Byakuya in that way (her words).

Warning: A bummed out Shunsui and a "mild lime" or whatever you kids call it.

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Captain Kyoraku sat with his arm around Orihime, and the only thing that kept him from visibly shuddering at her too bright smile was countless years of intense training. He recognized that look, he knew it well since he has seen it in the mirror most of his life. It was the look of someone who was dying inside.

In his long life, he had witnessed the deaths of hundreds of subordinates, comrades, friends, and lovers. Each death was unbelievably painful, even more agonizing when you couldn't let go of the guilt over it. And every time without fail, he thought about what he could have done differently to prevent the inevitable.

When he was 603 years old, Shunsui came to the realization that he was not going to die easily or anytime soon. He had massive stores of reiatsu, a powerful zanpakuto, and he was damn near indestructible. As much as he would like to, he was unable to fall in battle. If he did, there would be no one else to protect those who were weaker and there was too many lives riding on his victories. It would have been nice if Aizen had gotten in one lucky shot before Ichigo ran him through though.

He sighed inaudibly. Since he wasn't going to die in battle, and he had no great shame to atone for in order to commit seppuku, he came up with the plan to kill himself slowly. At least, that's what he had been trying to do for the past few centuries. He had Retsu to thank for messing with his brilliant idea, because every time he got wounded and wound up in the Fourth, he swore she flushed out his liver just to spite him. So he began getting lazier in battle, flaring his massive reiatsu and trying to convince the enemy to just give up. If that strategy worked once out of every 20 times, that was a baby step closer. The more he thought on it, the more his great "plan" seemed to suck. Well, he never was a master strategist.

He also suspected Nanao was on to him too, but she never mentioned anything directly. Instead opting to hunt him down, bury him in paperwork and hit him with various objects when he seemed too introspective. A stinging crack to the back of his neck snapped him back to the present. Speak of the devil…

Shunsui turned slowly and looked into the sharp blue eyes of his lieutenant. Gods he loved the fire behind her eyes.

"You've been drinking for 48 hours!" she pulled off his hat and stared at his face, "Have you even slept?" a sniff, "Or bathed? Gods, let go of poor Orihime, her eyes are probably watering from your sake breath. I'm taking you back to the 8th, and I'll throw you in the onsen personally if I have to."

"Oh my sweet Nanao! Is that a promise? Will you have clothes on? If not, will you join me?" Shunsui released Orihime, turned sideways in his chair, hugged Nanao and threw in an ass grope for good measure.

That earned him a full sake bottle to the skull. The room tilted and he grinned to himself. Yes, Nanao was definitely on to him, but he found that he really didn't mind.

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Orihime sat eyes wide and mouth hanging open as she watched Nanao beat Captain Kyoraku with a sake bottle then drag him out of the bar by fisting the back of his kimono and haori in one hand and carrying his hat in the other. Who knew she was that strong? And judging by the drool and stupid grin on his face, she would say that Kyoraku rather enjoyed being beaten up by Nanao.

After witnessing the public display of, well…whatever that was…she reached over mechanically and poured herself a cup of sake while fighting the blush that was threatening to splash across her face. Unfortunately for her they didn't serve food at this bar, so the bean paste waffles were out. Her stomach grumbled, they sounded so good too!

"Helloooooo! Earth to Orihimaaay" A drunk Rangiku was grinning waving her hand spastically in front of Orihime's face. "Where did you disappear to last night? You missed Yumichika's striptease on our table; my poor Captain's eye was twitching so much I thought he was having a stroke." She snorted, "Yumi had forgotten he came to the party commando! It was amazing!"

Orihime's blush was beginning to deepen and creep down her neck, she wasn't sure if it was the idea of Yumichika's floppy bits, or who she had disappeared with. Probably the latter. "I just had some business to attend to. It was nothing important so I just went back to my room."

Rangiku leaned closer and looked like the cat that ate the canary. "Would that business be with Captain Ukitake?" she whispered and smirked, "I saw you follow him out the back door, and when I went looking for you, it seemed that you guys were getting awful familiar with each other. Actually, I'm glad. He needs to date." She finished with a knowing grin.

It was official; Orihime's face just invented a new shade of red. She glanced around the table breathing a sigh of relief when it was apparent no one was paying attention to the two of them. It seemed that Renji and Ichigo were loudly arguing over whose bankai outfit was cooler for some reason. "I'm sorry Rangiku, but Captain Ukitake and I are not um, dating. And I really don't want to talk about it right now. Can we talk later, maybe when you are sober? I really need to speak to you about my time in Hueco Mundo."

Rangiku's eyes softened. "Of course hon, how does tomorrow night sound? We can make chocolate dipped jalapenos with sweet sauce and have a girls night in"

Orihime smiled, "That sounds perfect!"

The rest of the day flew by, and she went to dinner with Rukia and Ichigo for old times sake. They discussed what Urahara was speaking to Ichigo about the night before, and Orihime's guess that the conversation included "Super Robot Hollow Bankai" wasn't that far off. Urahara believed that because of the insane strength of Ichigo's hollow, he could obtain a third release called Sankai. No one else has ever been able to obtain a third release, but she knew that if anyone could, it would definitely be Ichigo.

When she finally got back to the Forth, it was late in the evening and with the warm sake in her belly, she couldn't help but think back to her few precious minutes with Captain Ukitake in the dim hallway.

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His mouth covered hers, his lips were warm and soft but his nose felt cool due to the chilly air coming in the open back door to the 1st. Her mind almost shut down in disbelief, Captain Ukitake was kissing her! Why was he kissing her? What was he thinking? And why is she asking herself these questions when a smoking hot Captain is kissing her? His kisses apparently made her stupid. Yes, that must be the problem.

He licked the seam of her lips and then nipped at her lightly to gain entrance to her mouth. His tongue slipped slowly over her teeth before exploring the rest of her oral cavity. She could hear him groan softly, a small almost animalistic sound of need that caused her to reach up into his hair and pull him tighter against her. He stepped forward, backing her up against the wall and pressing his body flush against her. She was correct; he did have a slightly bitter taste from the herbal tea he was drinking at the party. She could also taste something sweet as well, chocolate probably. He always did seem to have candy lying around.

At first there was no urgency to the kiss, but when he tore his lips away and his hot mouth started to nip and lick moist trails down her neck - things changed. She whimpered when he nipped her pulse point and he groaned when she sucked on his earlobe. The heat that was beginning to pool in her nether region demanded that she rub herself on the thigh situated between her legs, and he in turn began a slow grind against the left side of her stomach. He worked his way back up to her mouth and Orihime pulled his hair harder while meeting each stroke of his tongue eagerly. The kiss was becoming scorching and more urgent.

She pulled his hair especially hard ripping his mouth away from hers, he groaned and gave a hard grind to her stomach while she began attacking his throat with her tongue and teeth. She bit into his lower neck almost hard enough to draw blood and he whimpered. Then suddenly he was on the other side of the hallway, stammering something about training recruits in the morning with a large tent in his pants. Then he just vanished, shunpoed the hell away from the freaky biting bitch.

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Orihime was very disappointed with herself for getting so rough with Ukitake. She tried to reason that he DID kiss her stupid, so therefore it wasn't her fault. But those excuses rang hollow, and thinking about the whole incident just further reminded her how messed up she was. She bit the most revered captain in Soul Society. Hard.

Back in Hueco Mundo with Ulquiorra, she was the dominate in the relationship. Hair pulling, biting and drawing blood was normal since he needed to be hurt and bleeding just to feel anything - sexual or otherwise. She would almost feel drunk each time she could pull some kind of expression out of him, no matter how small. A twitch here, a caught breath there, she lived for it - because it was all she had.

And the only reason she was still a virgin is because Ulquiorra firmly believed that making her bleed, even down there, was a direct violation of his precious Lord Aizen's orders not to let any harm come to her. It was ridiculous. She tried to lash out at him in rage, to hurt him more, trying to create scars to make him regret not taking her virginity, but he relished every second of her anger. He never left her unsatisfied, far from it - but she didn't want to die a virgin. Aizen was going to eventually kill her anyway. Really, it was the principal of the whole thing.

Tears began to collect behind her eyes again and just before she broke out into sobs, Orihime resolved to speak to Captain Unohana in the morning to see if she could assign some kind of counselor.

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Next up: Orihime discusses her time Hueco Mundo, Ukitake has self esteem issues, and Unohana explains it all.

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