Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Complements ❯ The Pupil ( Chapter 10 )

 

The Pupil

 

The bottle hit me squarely in the navel and, caught in surprise, slid backwards on the wet floor. I caught myself on the wall as the bottle slid past me like a figure skater. Water sprayed all over my face and, through the wet lenses of my glasses I could make out the watercolor splotch of Ichigo before me.

 

I surprised myself by letting a soft laugh issue from my lips. “Ah, Ichigo, won't you give me a chance?”

 

Ichigo took my words as insult and took his frustration out on me. “What do you mean, give you a chance? I've been sitting around, waiting for you to show a little something, for you to prove that I'm more than some kind of-“ he faltered, “-some kind of toy. But every time I get in the shower, you just jump in and fuck with me. What am I supposed to think, Ishida?”

 

Of course, he was right. So I said nothing.

 

His face was so despairing that it pained me to look at him. But inside there was something still fueling him. And so he continued. “I know what you're going to say, so you might as well not say it. `I don't want your weak emotions, Kurosaki.' All you want is a good fuck, right? A good fuck, then I've overstayed my welcome.”

 

“That's not right, Kurosaki,” I countered lamely.

 

“Yes it is and you know it is!” His voice was harsh within the close walls of the bathroom.

 

“Then how can I make up for it?” I said, my eyes trying to make out the blur of Ichigo's face.

 

The water sliding down my arms dripped quietly from my fingertips. The shower seemed deafening in the silence between us. Somehow, anything seemed weak when compared to Ichigo, though he wouldn't admit that himself. What had begun as a lust for sex had turned into something more. It was a desire to see the inside of Ichigo, to explore the mechanisms. Most of all, it was to feel the spirit power beneath my hands, around my body, inside my mouth. But the power of Kurosaki wasn't anything that I could take or steal or even trick out of him. It was much simpler than that.

 

My hands felt down the slick tile wall to the faucet knobs. I twisted them to the left, shutting off the flow of water. The pipes gurgled harmoniously and spilled their fill of water over my ankles before silencing.

 

“I know I'm doing this all wrong, Ichigo,” I spoke into the hush. “You could say that I don't know how to do it right. But if you want to show me, Ichigo…” I said, fitting my mouth around his name. “If you want to show me, Ichigo, then I'd be happy to learn.”