Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Jealousy ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 3

 

“Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.”

Erica Jong

 

“I reject!” She had shouted, and the room filled with light. A single person awoke on the bed, the person gasped as they felt warm blood spill over their hands.

 

The person rose in the bed in horror, staring at the small beam of light that was now being extracted from the dead person's chest.

 

The person held its hand up to its face, their eyes growing wide with horror as they noticed the blood smeared and dripping from them.

 

“Wha—how—no!” The person cried.

 

Orihime called Tsubaki back, looked at the couple in the bed, one of them completely drenched in blood, the other with a hole in their chest…

 

And she smiled.

 

Orihime jolted upwards in her bed.

 

Sweat covered her brow and her chest. Her thin night shirt clung to her soaked breasts as though it were holding on for dear life.

 

She shivered as she moved her blanket from her. She was shaking again from the dream. It was the second one she had had tonight. The first one hadn't been as intense, but it had still been strong enough to wake her once.

 

Orihime got up from her futon and made her way to the kitchen. She reached into the cupboard and took out a glass, scientifically observing her shaking fingers. Slowly, she filled the glass with water and took sip after small sip.

 

Placing the glass in the drying rack she turned towards her window. With a twinge inside of her mind she peered outside.

 

There. There in the distance she could see it, feel it. It was a Hollow, and large one. Orihime gasped when she felt a familiar spirit energy crowd her senses.

 

Kurosaki-kun! She gasped.

 

Rushing to her room she grasped her bathrobe and threw it over her shoulders, she dug into her closet and retrieved her slippers, cramming them onto her feet she moved out of her room. With decisive movements she threw open the door and ran out into the dark night.

 

Twisting and turning until she could feel the concentration of spirit energy growing considerably, Orihime found her way and slid to a halt as she neared a corner.

 

Here! She thought desperately, she peered over the side, her fingers poised near her hairpins, ready if need be.

 

“Sode no Shirayuki!”

 

“Zangetsu!”

 

“Let's go Ichigo!”

 

“I got it from the front! Cover me!”

 

“Got it!”

 

Orihime watched as the beautiful white Zanpakuto slashed at the monstrous Hollow from behind as a dark black one cut it from the front.

 

Orihime watched as the Hollow fell with a large moaning sound accompanying those of the dying.

 

Orihime watched, hidden behind a corner as the two Shinigami came to the earth.

 

Orihime watched as they stood for a minute in silence, gazing as the remnants of the Hollow lifted into the sky.

 

Orihime watched as their real bodies approached and their souls reconnected. Ichigo waved Kon away, who gladly went grumbling home, while Rukia placed her soul candy into her shirt pocket.

 

Orihime watched as Ichigo made sure Kon was away and the alley was silent, before he turned around and caught Rukia in his arms.

 

Orihime watched as he whispered things to her, murmured into her ear, muttered into her neck. She moaned in response and brought her mouth up to kiss him. Ichigo responded by devouring her mouth with his.

 

Orihime watched as Ichigo pressed Rukia against the wall and tore off her shirt. He brought his mouth down and hungrily kissed her uncovered breasts and suckled on her taunt nipples.

 

Orihime watched as Ichigo's hands disappeared underneath her skirt and ripped off her panties. Rukia gasped in response to his toying fingers and dug her hands into his belt, yanking his pants open.

 

Orihime watched as Ichigo's erection entered her and Rukia cried out in pleasure as he began to move. He placed his hand behind her back and wretched her along with him. He was groaning and touching her. The hand that was not supporting her bent down to touch her clit and she groaned even more.

 

Orihime watched as he pleasured her, and she him. Their movements in the shadows were seductive, moving back and forth and back and forth, lurching in endless waves of passion. The sounds they made grew louder and louder as they reached their climaxes.

 

Orihime watched as the two screamed their breaks to the silent night. Rukia slumped against Ichigo and against the wall as her orgasm came to an end. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck, laving it with her tongue.

 

Orihime watched as Ichigo nuzzled his own nose against her neck and smiled contentedly. He licked her neck in response and gave her a deep, soul-shattering kiss.

 

Orihime watched as the two of them disentangled, fixed themselves, and began to walk away.

 

Orihime watched as their fingers linked intimately and they began their sensual journey back home.

 

Orihime stayed where she was for a few moments before turning to leave. Orihime stared blankly at the ground and stumbled home, her mind fuzzily turning back to what she had seen.

 

She didn't really notice, either, the way her vision turned red.

 

A deep, blood red.