Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fate ❯ memories 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2

Memories part 2

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She willed herself to wake up. She wanted to open her eyes, but her body seems to have a mind of their own. Everything feels fuzzy. Her own world is fuzzy and hazy. Something was not right. She was aching all over. The throbbing pain in her shoulder was the only indicator that she was indeed awake and not dreaming. And she couldn't seem to move. Her body just won't obey her minds command. It's as if something was holding her still. Something is definitely not right.

She started to squirm in earnest. Her breaths were erratic, her heart hammering in her chest. She couldn't grasp what exactly was wrong with her. And the pain was terrible. It feels as if her arm was being pulled and burned at the same time. She wanted to wake up.

Taking a deep breath, she ordered herself to relax. Everything would be fine, she told herself. Gathering up all of her will power, she willed herself to awaken. Slowly opening her eyes she tried to focus on her surroundings. The room was kept in dark. The heavy curtains were pulled over the windows, blocking off any light that may come from outside. She couldn't even tell what time it was. She let her eyes roam around. There was a cabinet at one side, and a door on the other. This is definitely not her room. And definitely not the room in the inn that she had rented. Her heart thumped in her chest, believing the worst. For a moment she thought that maybe her brother's cronies have gotten hold of her. All that trouble for nothing. So much for running away huh?

She knew her brother would find her sooner or later. But she had anticipated it to be the latter than the former. Closing her eyes she recounted past 48 hours that has brought her in this predicament.

It had been raining that day. Big dark clouds gathered in the sky, blocking any ray of sunshine. It gave of a feeling of gloom. Everybody was hunch up in their thick jackets, hurriedly walking to get home.She somehow felt that something bad was going to happen, as if the bad weather was an omen of sorts. But she ignored the feeling. She went on and maneuvered her mini into the small sub urban part of town where the notably rich and affluent people reside.

She didn't think that she'd be spending the day back in her old home.True she and her brother has never seen eye to eye. But he is still her brother and she does love him as such. And knowing him, he definitely would not remember his own birthday.

She parked her car in the driveway. Took a look of the forbidding mansion that she used to call home, before she found out the truth. It'sbeen years since she last set foot in this house. And now she's back for a visit. Taking a deep breath she got out of her car, her other hand holding her gift. She took out her spare keys and opened the door. It's quite strange seeing that no one was up and about. The place was usually busy with servant's activities.

She went straight to the place where she knew her brother would be, his study. Nearing it she saw that the door was slightly ajar. That was strange. She knew her brother was very meticulous about such things.

The nagging sense of foreboding was there was again, still she pushed it aside and stepped closer. Before she could take a peek, she heard voices…

“told you it would be easy to infiltrate them” one of then said. He sounded brash and bragging. There was a grate in his voice that made her flinch. “so now for my price” the voice continued on. “I want her.”

Still her brother did not respond. Who was the `her' the ugly grating voice was referring to anyway? She decided to take a peek and saw her brother sitting behind the desk his hands clasped together his face stoic of any emotion, his eyes glinting dangerously over the younger man in front of him. The younger guy with light blue hair was smiling maniacally at his brother. Just seeing him brought chills down her spine. While his brothers right hand man, Ulquiorra was standing in the corner of the room, observing and waiting patiently.

“We made a deal Byakuya, I have fulfilled my part now it's your turn to give me anything that I wanted. And I say I want your sister.”

She gasped, her gift dropping from her hands…

“Who's there?” Bayakuya's voice rang out.

Trembling from anger and disbelief she stepped directly in his line of view.

“Rukia!” Byakuya said surprised.

“Well, seems like my price is here.” He started to get up when he felt Ulquiorra's restraining hand on his shoulder. “I wouldn't do that if I were you Grimmjaw.” He said

Byakuya went directly to her sister.

“Don't you dare come near me! How could you nii-sama?!” she spat at him

“Rukia it's not wha …” but she never let him finish. She started running out of the house, tears streaming down her face.

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“nii-sama” she softly said, sighing, tears running downs her cheeks. For a while she just cried there quietly, until sleep claimed her once again.

Ichigo was quite taken with her reactions. He had been watching her face closely the whole time. He was awake when she woke up. He saw her face register surprise, shock then sadness. Too bad he still couldn't see her eyes. He was quite afraid to move in fear that he might disturb her. So he just stared at her the whole time.

The whole time that she was crying, though no actual sound came out for her, he felt a tug, as if something or someone was wringing his heart. She was the only woman alive that could cry as quietly as that. He usually hated crying women. It does hurt his ears. But this girls tears were enough to make him want to kill whoever did that to her. He wanted to make her tears stop.

Who are you his mind asked the sleeping girl beside him. He knew he had to get up and fix them something to eat. It was already nearing noon. But he felt so cozy with her in the same bed. And his arm that was draped on her waist did not want to move at all. Damn, what is she doing to me he asked himself.

When she woke up again she tried to focus where she really was. There were still those aches and pains all over her body but it was her shoulder that was really throbbing. She tried to touch it only to find her left hand fully bandaged. Looking further she also saw her right arm was in a sling. No wonder I couldn't move earlier. She tried to move up by using her elbows as leverage but she almost cried in pain from just merely moving. Then she suddenly noticed the arm draped on her waist. Too stunned to speak she slowly traveled her eyes up to the shoulder then to the face who owns the arm.

“Well hello there. Glad to see you join the land of the living” Ichigo said casually while moving from his prone position to side lying his head supported by his right arm, all the while he's still not removing his other arm around her waist. He liked it there.

He saw her eyes widen into big orbs. So her eyes were not brown or black as he thought it was. It was somewhere between blue and violet. Beautiful he thought.

Then she screamed

He clamped his hand on her mouth to stop the awful sound. “Shut up bitch!” he said angrily.

She tried to twist free but every movement sent pain shooting down her injured shoulder.

“If I remove my hand on your mouth will you please not shout again? It's breaking my sensitive ear drums and I do kinda need them undamaged you know.” He asked.

She nodded. Slowly he released his hand. She was trembling, from pain or fear he wasn't sure. But her eyes were still defying him. He knew she was in pain, but she wouldn't let him see it. Amazing he thought.

“Who are you? Did nii-sama send you to track me down and bring me back?” she asked with traces of anger in her voice.

Who the hell is her brother anyway? Just earlier she was calling out to him and now he was sure there was anger in her voice at the thought of her brother.

He looked really intrigued now. His amber eyes seemed confused and intrigued. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he wasn't one of her brother's henchmen.

He was about to lie and tell her yes in hopes that he would learn more from her that way. He don't know why but he opted not to.

“No I'm not one of your brothers' men whoever he may be.” He said still staring directly in her eyes. She really does have beautiful eyes he thought again. He saw her bite her lower lip. Beads of sweat were forming in her forehead. Oh shit! He forgot to give her pain killers earlier.

He quickly moved out of the bed and reached for a bottle of medicine in the nightstand and poured her a glass of water.

“Here, drink this.” He said trying to put the pills in her mouth. She kept her mouth closed eyeing him and the pills suspiciously.

“It's just pain killers you know. Or would you rather be in pain for the rest of the day?”

She was about to answer back when he shoved the pills in her mouth the moment she opened it and forced the water in her throat.

“B-ba-ba-bastard!” she sputtered in between fits of coughing

“Hey, that is not the way you should talk to your savior you know. In fact you should be thanking me and kissing my hand.”

“What the…”

“No? W ell, I can think of a much better way of thanking me you know.” He whispered suggestively in her ear. His body leaning down near hers. He had the pleasure of seeing her face flame up.

“Owwww…” he said rubbing his nose the one she just slammed her head in.

“You are so perverted. What makes you think I would want you anyway? I do have taste in men you know!”

He suddenly laughed out. “Don't worry midget, so do I”

He suddenly turned and headed to the stairs still chuckling.

“Wait!” She said. “Who are you?”

He stopped, thinking just what to tell her. How much of the truth he should tell her. Looking back at her, he decided to tell her a small part of the truth.

“My name's Ichigo.” He said quietly, then retreated down the stairs. He can't seem to lie to her. Shaking his head, he started for the kitchen. It was way past noon and neither he or she had eaten anything since last night.

Ichigo huh? Well, at least he doesn't seem like a bad guy. He took care of her wounds. And he said that he wasn't one of nii-sama's men. And truth be told, she believed him when he said that. She does know that she mustn't, but she does. Just a bit perverted though. But he does have a good laugh. The way his eyes crinkled. She liked the sound of his laugh.

The smell of food cooking made her mouth water. Come to think of it she hadn't eaten since that night. She does hope her brother won't be able to track her back here.

Ichigo put the food in a tray and carried it up to the bedroom. He knew she would be hungry.

Rukia eyed the food hungrily. Man! She was really hungry. She tried to hold the spoon, but her bandaged hand prevented her from doing so. And she couldn't really use her right arm coz it still hurt every time she moves it. She tried every angle and every trick she knew but she still couldn't hold the spoon. She was starting to get really pissed when she felt the bed shift and found Ichigo sitting beside her taking the spoon and started to feed her.

“Don't argue”

After feeding her he took out his first aid kit again and started to undress her right hand.

“I'm just going to clean it then replace the bandage.”

“Could you um… well… leave my fingers free so that I could you know at least eat.”

“Yeah, we'll see” he said without looking up.

He was kinda cute Rukia thought. Well except for the hair. The color does suit him though. Fiery like him.

“What?” He asked without even looking up. He could feel her staring.

She could feel heat rising up her face. How the hell did he know that I was staring at him?

“I was just wondering if… well… if your, um… your hair is dyed or not.” She stammered.

“Here you go” Giving back her hand and totally ignoring her question.

Her palm and wrists were still bandaged but he left out her fingers. “Thank you. My name is Rukia.” She offered.

“The bathroom's in through that door. There are towels in the second to the last drawer. I'm going out.” He said then he left. Her stare though he didn't see was quite unnerving him. Have to get out he thought.

“Baka! Just who does he think he is? Here I am being nice and finally thanking him and what does this baka do? How dare he ignore me?” she said as she stood up and took the towels and went straight to the bathroom.

“Damn!” She can't remove her shirt! How the hell am I supposed to clean myself if I can't remove this damn shirt? I'm wearing this shirt for 2 days now. I have to bathe.

“Hey, you ok in there? Ichigo asked. She has been inside the bathroom cursing out loud for more than 30 minutes.

“Leave me alone! Go away!” “Can't you just let a girl bathe in peace?”

“Fine!” he took two steps…

“Wait!” the bathroom door opened slightly, her head peeking through the opening.

He could see her flushed face. “Could you, um, help me?”

“Eh!?!?” He could not believe his own ears! Is she implying what I think she is implying? He smiled. He can't help it if girls find him attractive. She is really straightforward though. His smile turning into a big grin.

A bar of soap landed heavily on his head. “Ouch!”

“Not like that you pervert! I just need your help in getting this shirt off. I…can't… you see… the sling… dirty…want to bathe…it hurts…. “ Man! This is really embarrassing.

Oh, so that was it. For a moment there I really thought…. Why am I happy and a bit disappointed though? He just grabbed the hem of her shirt and was about to pull it up..

“Wait! Close your eyes.”

“How the hell do you suppose I can get that shirt off you without looking at what I'm doing? Look, I'm not going to do anything you wouldn't like. And phuuleeez, you are definitely not my type. Believe me, heck that body of yours wouldn't be able to temp even the horniest guy alive. An…Ouch!”

Rukia has just kicked his shin. “Fine just be quick with it” she said. As she felt the shirt being lifted from her abdomen she closed her eyes. This is really so embarrassing she thought.

She did not see Ichigo's eyes go round at the sight of her bra clad chest. Nor did she see the drool that was dripping from the sides of his mouth as he lifted the shirt first from her unaffected arm then her head then carefully off the arm in the sling. Nor did she see the beads of perspiration forming in his brows from trying very, very hard to concentrate on the task at hand.

Fuck! Why the hell am I trembling?

Before she could open her eyes she felt the towel being draped on her body.

“Thank you” she said, finally looking at him. Then in one swift motion he also unclasped her bra, pushed her inside the bathroom and closed the door firmly.

Kami, help me he pleaded in his mind. I need a cold shower. Shit! The bathroom's taken. A walk, I need a walk!

Ichigo was still out when Rukia finished her shower. She rummaged through his drawers. These will do I think, holding a boxer short and large polo and started to dress her self. She realized that buttoning up a shirt is quite a task with just one hand. She was tired. Oh well, she thought, I guess this would do. She climbed on the bed eyes closing out of her own volition. The pain killers must be taking effect now. Wonder where is my orange haired savior is? It was the last thought in her mind before drifting off to sleep.

[A/N

yay! Made some grammar checks.

If I happen to left out a few, well, sowwweee, it's late and I'm sleepy so, just holler if there's some left.

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