Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Seeds of Destruction ❯ Midnight Mayhem ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: BDP

3. Prelude to Dawn - Midnight Mayhem

“Guess again, Orihime-chan!”

Out of instincts, Orihime reached for her hairpins and jumped back, hoping to create enough distance between him and her. “Santen Kesshun!”

Her protective shield appeared in front of her, just in time to receive the first blow his white Zangetsu dealt.

“Clever…” The Hollow whispered, watching her through the yellow barrier of the Santen Kesshun with a predatory glint in his eyes.

“But you forgot something.”

Orihime gasped as she suddenly felt him behind her.

“I can move faster than your eyes could ever detect.”

He kicked her down on the floor and pointed the tip of his blade on her throat. “Now,” he said with a grin, “I made a promise to you, didn't I…?”

With a horrified gasp Orihime watched how the first button of her white shirt flew in the air after he cut it off with his Zangetsu.

He licked his teeth at the sight of her heaving chest and cocked his head to the side. “Shall I go on and ruin your shirt, or do I hand you the honours?”

“Rukia! I thought that by defeating Aizen, the Menos wouldn't dare to show their face again in the living world!” Ichigo shouted, trying to overtop the wind that whistled in their ears as they sped off in the direction of the Tsubakidai Park on the other side of town.

“It is strange that they even dared to! I don't know what's going on either!” Rukia yelled back as they jumped over another roof. A large group of trees could now be seen ahead of them and they quickened their pace.

Finally arrived inside the park, they could now see the large rip that began to form itself in the nocturnal sky.

“Here it comes!” Rukia released her Zanpakuto and jumped up into the trees to have a clearer view of the enemy ahead. “Ichigo!”

“Got it!”

Grabbing his Zanpakuto from behind his back and taking in a battle stance, Ichigo concentrated on his reiatsu, placed his left hand on his right arm while holding the blade forward and closed his eyes. “BAN-KAI!”

Rukia continued to approach the growing rip in the sky and witnessed how the first Menos stepped out of Hueco Mundo. She knew she needed to give Ichigo a little more time, although she was certain that her own attacks would be efficient enough against an opponent like this one.

“Sode no Shirayuki,” she whispered, gracefully swinging her snow-white Zanpakuto around herself. “Opening Dance: Tsukishiro.”

A white circle of light appeared underneath the first Menos' feet and small glittering shards of ice began to rise up into the sky until they became a wall of solid whiteness as tall as the Menos itself, enclosing it into the pale circle.

Rukia jumped down on the ground and watched how the wall of ice crackled at first and then shattered into a million pieces, leaving no trace of the Menos.

“GETSUGA TENSHOU!”

A black crescent suddenly hit the second Menos even before it had fully stepped out, destroying it in an instant.

Sheathing her Zanpakuto back in its holder, Rukia turned around to see where her partner was. “Well, that was quick.”

She received no answer whatsoever, but found Ichigo lying on the floor a whole way back, face down.

“Ichigo?” she cried, breaking into a run. “ICHIGO?!”

Urahara spread his mouth wide open and yawned, sitting himself on the steps of his porch while he contemplated the full moon.

“Apparently it was but small fry; it seems like Ichigo took care of it already. But why would 2 Menos attack now? It doesn't make any sense now that Aizen has been defeated.”

Urahara nodded, agreeing with the golden-eyed woman that sat himself next to him now. “We know that Aizen is not in a position of sending in retaliating troops; his army of Arrancars has been decimated. Therefore we shouldn't be surprised to see regular Menos appear, they're probably attracted by the high concentration of reiatsu in this city. But I wouldn't worry. Not with Kurosaki-san around. The kid has an incredible amount of power that still needs to be tapped into. A Menos Grande isn't even a challenge anymore.”

“Aren't you worried about the changes that have occurred in him lately?” Yoruichi asked, looking at him questioningly. “You must've felt it earlier; his reiatsu has completely changed.”

“No,” Urahara said, bringing his hand up to his chin, “his reiatsu hasn't changed. It's more like a part of it was suddenly suppressed…”

“A part of it was suppressed?”

The blond man looked up at the skies again. His eyes, that went hidden underneath his bucket hat, had a calculating glint in them. “If we depart from the fact that Kurosaki-san's reiatsu is made out of three different components; the power of his Zanpakuto, his own power and the power of the Hollow that houses within him, then we could conclude that one of those components has disappeared.”

Yoruichi gave him an alarmed look. “Are you talking about…?”

“His Hollow? Yes, it's the part of him that is more likely to rebel…” Urahara said thoughtfully. “Although, I wonder how it could ever manifest itself in the real world without the help of Kurosaki-san…”

Yoruichi shifted uneasily. “But then, if it disappeared from Kurosaki's soul, where did it go?”

Urahara sighed silently and looked ahead of him with a pensive expression on his face.

“We need to find out what happened to Kurosaki-san in the first place for his reiatsu to have changed like this.”

With a smack Orihime was pushed against a wall, her left cheek pressed against the cold surface as the Hollow pushed her head to it.

Her white shirt lay with her torn up jeans on a pile next to the kitchen's door.

She could now feel how the cold blade slid against her back to cut through the small stroke of fabric that kept her bra together. A small whimper escaped her as the fabric tore apart and he pushed off the straps from her shoulders.

“Turn around now,” Hollow Ichigo commanded with a lusty grin.

Orihime shivered and closed her eyes, shakily bringing her arms up her chest as she turned to face him, wearing nothing but her panties now.

“I suggest you remove those arms if you plan on keeping them, Orihime-chan!” he cackled, pointing his white Zangetsu on her again. “There's no reason for such bashfulness; I've already seen what an impressive pair you have.”

Hot tears of shame rolled down her cheeks now as she slowly lowered her arms, facing away from him with her eyes closed.

The Hollow smirked and licked his lips, approaching his prey with a maniacal chuckle. With his right hand he reached out for one breast and toyed with it for a moment, enjoying the pained sounds the girl made.

“Seriously… How a wimpy-ass like Ichigo ever managed to get a chick this fine is beyond me…” He looked at her and brought his face closer to hers, taking in the soft scent of her creamy white skin. “Don't tell me, you don't like this, Orihime-chan… I know you do. I can smell it.” His left hand then disappeared underneath the hem of her panties and he laughed at her vain attempt of holding him back. “So wet… so excited… all this, just for me?”

“Onegai…” Orihime sobbed in disgust of his tongue licking her in her throat and his finger that rubbed against her most sensitive spot. “Yamete… !”

He ignored her and slid his finger inside. “Better?”

“Ah!” She whispered, blushing even more now despite herself. “S-Stop—”

He captured her lips with his in a rough, deep kiss and added a second finger within her that made her cry into the forced kiss. He then let her go to look at the broken expression on her face with a satisfied sneer and thrust inside of her a couple of times more.

Her breasts were calmly bouncing up and down with every stroke of his fingers and the Hollow could see that she liked it by the way she desperately tried to hold back her moans by biting down on her lower lip to the point of bleeding.

“Did he ever touch you like this?” He whispered mockingly in her ear, licking the lobe. “Has he ever procured you this much pleasure?” He then bent down a little and captured one of her nipples between his teeth, teasingly squeezing the bud between them before lapping his tongue over it and suckling gently.

Before she could hold it back, she gave a loud, trembling moan and thrust back against the fingers that were still within her.

“That's it… just give into it…” He softly said, taking her mouth hostage again and pinning her left hand against the wall as she had wanted to push him away with it. She soon whimpered again as he quickened the pace of his fingers once more and her right hand dug itself into his right shoulder at the boiling sensation that began to build in her lower belly.

The Hollow suddenly let go of her and removed his fingers, leaving her trembling from her approaching orgasm and the tears she still shed.

Orihime breathed in soft gasps now while she watched how he brought his right hand fingers to his lips and tasted her, an approving grin on his lips. She felt like she had been given a drug, her entire body was on fire and her vision was blurry. Her mind barely registered it when he tore off her panties and placed her on the floor before climbing on top of her. His slithering tongue swirled around one of her nipples and she emitted a choked moan, bucking slightly when it travelled its way southwards on her body until it reached the apex of her thighs, where it licked its way in and out of her.

She came almost immediately, having lost control over her body completely now. Her pleasure filled voice echoed against the walls and she wished that she could die right there and then.

Gomen nasai, Ichigo…

The Hollow now positioned himself over her, taking advantage of her drowsy state. “I always win, Orihime-chan,” he whispered with a chuckle and pushed inside of her with a hard thrust that made her cry out at the excruciating pain that shot up her spine.

“Ichi… Ichigo…” she whispered with trembling lips, her eyes looking defiantly into his cold yellow ones, “Ichigo will destroy you.”

His face contracted in anger at that and he pushed in harder, making her scream again. “I'll be the one to destroy him!” he shouted, looking at her tears of pain with growing excitement. “Me! You hear me, slut?”

Darkness began to fall around Orihime and soon, she fell through the surface of awareness to find her self slipping into a welcome state of unconsciousness…

“Ichigo, oi!”

The orange haired Shinigami blinked his eyes open and focused on the familiar face that hovered above him. “Rukia…”

“What the hell happened?” She wondered, helping him to sit up.

“I can't feel him there anymore…” Ichigo whispered. “He's gone…”

“What are you talking about, Ichigo?” Rukia was looking at him worriedly. “Who's not where anymore?”

Ichigo was holding on to his head, feeling like it was about to burst from the pain. “Rukia… I need to—”

Gomen nasai, Ichigo…

“Hime?” He whispered, his eyes spread wide.

Rukia was at total loss now. “Inoue?”

A sinking feeling was now beginning to take over within Ichigo and he crawled up on his feet. “Something's wrong… I need—”

Rukia rushed to support him as she saw him fall over and felt how he was trembling violently. “Ichigo, you need to rest.” She did not understand how it was possible for him to get that beaten after a simple Bankai transformation and a Getsuga Tenshou, but she was probably overlooking a few things she did not know of.

“No… Hime… She needs me…” He whispered, releasing himself from her hold and stumbling on his legs, breathing heavily.

Rukia hurried to his side again and helped him as they rushed back into town.

The full moon was shining through the open curtains and into the small apartment chamber, casting a large stroke of silver on the body that lay in the middle of room.

“Inoue!” Rukia exclaimed as she landed on the balcony with Ichigo leaning on her.

He lifted his head up to look into the room as well and saw her on her side, lying motionlessly on the floor. “Hime!” he called, wincing at the pain that shot through his body, but moving to open the window nonetheless. He entered and noticed that she was naked and bleeding from several cut wounds all over her body and from between her legs. “Orihime!” He whispered and looked around himself to find something to cover her up with.

Rukia kneeled next to him and handed him the TV-blanket that Orihime usually kept on the sofa behind them. “What the hell happened?” She whispered, watching with growing worry how Ichigo took her in his arms, wrapped safely in the blanket. “Ichigo…”

“Rukia… Please,” he whispered, brushing back a strand of Orihime's hair. “Could you go and get Urahara-san…?”

“Ichigo…” she whispered. He laid her on the sofa and fell next to her on the floor with an exhausted, yet worried look on his features. Rukia knew he wouldn't be able to make the travel to Urahara the same way he came to Orihime's apartment.

What on earth is going on tonight?

She quickly made her way out the window and disappeared into the night.

“Orihime…” Ichigo whispered, feeling the sinking feeling from earlier get worse as he suddenly noticed the fine cut she had on her left cheek. He touched it and felt a boiling anger rise up within him. That reiatsu…

He had known it all along.

His Hollow within. It was here!

“Naze, Orihime?” he then whispered, realizing now why she had wanted to distance herself from him.

I would only be putting you in more danger if we stayed together.

“You knew… and yet… `Kuso…” he gritted his teeth, “you wanted to protect me… Hime… And you paid the price…”

“Ichigo…”

His head shot up and he looked at her. “Orihime?”

She turned her face to his and smiled a pained smile. “Gomen nasai, Ichigo… I'm so sorry…”

He shook his head. “Don't apologize…”

“I thought I did well by distancing myself from you… I thought that that way he wouldn't get you through me…” she whispered, a tear rolling out of one of her eyes, “I weaken you and therefore make you more vulnerable to enemies' attacks…”

“Hime, what are you talking about?” Ichigo whispered back, caressing her head soothingly. “You make me feel stronger, not otherwise! Don't you know that by now?”

“He said…” she whispered, her voice trembling, “he said that he has planted the seed to your destruction.”

“The seed to my destruction?” Ichigo echoed with a frown.

“Ichigo…” she sobbed now, “It's in me…”

Ichigo froze.

“I'm pregnant…” she whimpered, closing her eyes and looking away.

“He's put it in me!”

Japanese Vocabulary List

-Gomen (nasai): I'm sorry

-(chi)Kuso: Damn it

-Naze: Why

-Onegai: Please

-Reiatsu: Spirit Pressure

-Sodeno Shirayuki: The name of Rukia's Zanpakuto, translated in English as being the `Sleeve of the White Snow'

-Tsukishiro: The first attack of Rukia's Zanpakuto, `Pale Moon'

-Yamete: Stop

Next Week: 4.Blurred Reflections - On the Precipice of Darkness

To Be Continued…

-BDP-