Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fate ❯ Memories: her green eyed monster ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter 5

 

 

 

Oh Kami! Help me, help me please! Rukia silently pleaded. She was standing in the balcony, head turned upward, eyes closed. It has been a two weeks. Fourteen days since she woke up in his house and met him. And twelve stressful, agonizing days of yearning. Her sense of control was wearing thin. How long? Till how long can she last? Damn Ichigo! He was purposefully baiting her. Making her stay close, flaunting his gorgeous body, looking at her as if he wants to devour her, and then those touches. His hands always seem to wander over to her, to her hands, her shoulders, her arms, her waist, trailing over her back and sides. And those soft fleeting caresses on her nape. Damn! Damn! Damn!

 

I have to focus, she thought, while exercising her right arm which has come off of the bandages just yesterday morning. Focus on other things. Focus on Kaien. Kaien. A look of guilt flashed on her face. Since that kiss, she has not once thought about him. What kind of girl is she to let another man touch her, and kiss her like that when she already has a boyfriend? Let alone enjoy it and hunger for more.

 

Somehow the feelings that Kaien elicited from her were far, very far from what Ichigo arouses in her. Kaien and Ichigo. Kaien, dependable, understanding, sweet. He was the stuff girls' dreams about in their boyfriends and fiancées. While Ichigo is…is…brash, demanding, obstinate. Yet I find him irresistible, she thought.

 

Two weeks, and yet I still don't know anything about him. Other than the things he said to her during breakfast almost two weeks ago. And vice versa. He still doesn't know anything about her. Other than what she told him that same day. Since then, both have successfully tried to forget their pasts. It seemed like an unspoken agreement that neither would ask about each others lives. But both also seemed comfortable with the situation.

 

The following days after, they fell into a pattern. Breakfast if you want pancakes, is usually done by Ichigo. They take turns doing lunch and dinner. In the mornings, Ichigo usually jogs around and exercises. While Rukia secretly watches. The afternoons were spent either reading or watching the television. And after dinner, Rukia immediately hogs the bathroom and goes straight to bed, careful to put bolster pillows in the middle delineating his and her side. Though for the life of her, she still ends up in his arms every morning.

 

“Oi!” the voice broke her musings. Looking down towards where the voice originated she saw the object of her thoughts, who is once again, shirtless, carrying an axe. “Come down and help me chop some wood”

 

I will not, I repeat, I will not succumb. I am a Kuchiki. I do not lose control. She played the same mantra over and over again as she headed out to where her biggest temptation is.

 

“Why do we need firewood anyway?” Adopting a pissed manner.

 

Chuckling “Coz weather report says there'll be a sort of snow storm tonight hitting this area. And no I did not just invent that” he added upon seeing disbelief in her face “the reporter announced it as another whim of mother nature”

 

“And what do you propose I do? Chop the wood for you?”

 

Setting the bladed part of the axe down while leaning both hands and chin on the handle “Well, you could gush at my gorgeous body as I sweat it out cutting firewood and maybe wipe the sweat off my face and neck, or” he was smiling languidly, enjoying the shocked look that she has. Any minute now, he thought. “You could pick up the chopped pieces of wood and put them in the shed.”

 

The nerve! “No wonder Mother Nature decided to pick this area, you and your inflated sense of ego needs some cooling off! Actually a hale storm would have to be more apt since maybe it could also knock some sense into you!”

 

“Well, your choice” he bent down and took one big block of wood “your loss” he added, and started to chop it into smaller pieces.

 

She couldn't help it, she told herself not to look, to keep her eyes on the pieces of wood, yet her vision kept on straying at his broad back. Muscles rippled and moved with every swing. His arm muscles bunch up and contracted with the movement of the axe. It was as is if she was watching an ad in the TV about the perfect male specie.

 

“Your drooling Rukia chan” he said in a singsong voice. Quickly closing her mouth and turning sideways, she was about to retort back when a slightly wet handkerchief went smacking her in the face.

 

“Wipe that drool down Rukia”

 

“For your information I wasn't drooling! I don't need your smelly hanky! Gross!” throwing the said hanky back to him and turning around “I'm going inside, I'll see what I can do about lunch” She never thought that sweat could smell so…so…male. God I'm turning into a perv!

 

He watched her retreating back and smiled wider. God! He seems to be smiling every time he is in her company. If Renji could see him now, he would be shocked. The almost always permanent scowl that he wears seems to be turning upside down into a smile. The earlier he can have her the earlier he could return back into his normal self. This is all for the chase, he reminder himself. The exciting chase.

 

A few minutes later she emerged back, a look of worry written all over her face. He dropped the axe and headed towards her.

 

“We don't have any food left” she said.

 

He stopped in his tracks and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt his pulse returning to normal. Inwardly berating himself for such stupid reaction. “Well I guess we have to go and buy some food” He said while wiping his sweaty chest with a hanky. Looking up he found her staring at his chest.

 

Oh how he loved her face. Every expression and thought could be clearly read in her expressive face.

 

Slowly walking up to her, he stopped right in front “Hey” he said huskily. Rukia only moved her eyes a few inches above and landed on his lips. “Or maybe it isn't food that you are craving for” Leaning down, his face a few centimeters away from her. His breath fanning her cheek “I told you all you have to do is say so.” Smirking to himself “I am a very obliging person”

 

All Rukia wanted was to turn and run away, away from his presence. Well, the sensible Rukia does. But one part of her kept her rooted to her place. She can't even seem to drag her eyes off his finely chiseled chest. And when she did, her eyes only ended up to his lips. She was so close, so close to grabbing his neck and crushing his lips to hers.

 

Got to have control. Think of Kaien. Damn! Closing her eyes and trying valiantly to control her own impulses, she counted up to three. Opening her eyes, she found out that she was all alone in the shed and that Ichigo has already gone inside. Taking big gulps of air, she leaned back on the wall and tried to calm herself. Damn that perverted gaki!

 

Minutes after, Ichigo found Rukia in the sofa, reading a magazine. He silently crept up behind her and whispered “I thought you were hungry?” he asked while kneading her shoulders. He felt her muscles stiffen. And she hastily got up and out of the sofa, particularly keeping a distance between them.

 

“I, no, not…Where are you going?” Noticing that he was dressed in black rugged jeans, white shirt over a black leather jacket. Damn! He looks too good!

 

“We are going out”

 

“”What?” her eyes snapping back to his face. “I can't…ah...” regaining composure “what I mean to say is that I would rather stay. You could go and buy us stuff to eat. I'll just wait for you here” I can't go out. For sure Nii-san has his guards stationed in every possible town just to find me.

 

“What are you afraid of?” walking towards her.

 

“Who says I'm afraid? I just don't feel like going out today”

 

“Well, you did mention that you would be needing undergarments, I guess I could pick them out for you instead” With a devious grin “What size are you anyway? Something flimsy and transparent…and knickers with laces…what ab-”

 

Damn! She forgot about those! Trust pervy Ichigo to remember such stuff. So far she had been using the undergarments she found in one of the closet drawers. They looked new but she still felt like a thief for using those without the owners consent. Not to mention totally unhygienic. Plus she needs personal supplies too. Tampons for one. Ugh! At times like this she almost hates to be a girl. Weighing everything “Fine, I'll go. I'll just change”

 

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“You are joking right?” How in the world she never noticed his bike in the shed she did not know.

 

“Na-uh, What did you think? That we are going to walk to the nearest possible town?” Holding a thick, big helmet, he placed it on her, making sure his hands stayed a tiny bit longer on her chin and nape. “And now we are all set” Adjusting his own helmet and straddling the motorcycle, he started the engine.

 

She has not moved an inch. It wasn't the actual ride that worries her, she has ridden in motors before, but this was totally different. She was riding with Ichigo. Meaning that she'll have to stay close and hold him throughout the drive. And the thought both unsettles and excites her.

 

“You coming or what?" We haven't got all day.” Seeing that she still haven't made a move “Don't tell me you don't know how? You just put your left foot here, level yourself and lift your right le-“

 

“I know how to ride moron!” She straddled up behind him, very careful to put as much distance as she could muster in the small confines of the bike.

 

“You have to hold on to me tight” with that he sped of, catching her off guard. The sudden thrust of the bike had her almost careening backwards, and by instinct she grabbed into Ichigo, wrapping her hands around his waist and holding on for dear life.

 

She has to admit, this was a pretty fast way to get to the town. Not to mention that the big helmet she was wearing made sure that she wouldn't be recognized that easily while on the drive. Add to the fact that she has her arms around him, well, she couldn't complain.

 

“Hey Ichigo!” she shouted “We are going the wrong way!”

 

“Just shut up!” he shouted over when she started squirming in her seat.

 

They stopped in front of a small, rather old looking wooden store. Which was located in the back alleys of a town called Rukongai, which is basically some pretty good miles away from their cottage. Getting off the bike and lifting her helmet “Just where the hell are we? I thought we were buying stuff and food?”

 

“We are” parking his bike in the side.

 

“But thi-“

 

“Just shut the fuck up!” and pulled her inside the old shop.

 

“Urahara!” Ichigo called out

 

“Ah Ichigo, took you a while didn't you?” A blond man, wearing clogs, and a green pinstriped hat, holding a closed fan greeted them. “Ah, and you have brought a friend!” Opening the fan and fanning half of his face “Yare yare, when the boss said R&R you really took it to heart huh?”

 

Rukia's eyes were twitching. She soooo do not like this guy. Insinuating such a thing! “Why you…” but quickly shut up when she felt his hands clamp down on her waist, effectively pulling her close to his body, her thighs against his. She automatically braced her hands in front, which ended up in his chest. Oh Kami! she thought. She could feel his body heat radiating, engulfing her. The sudden closeness sent a warm tingling feeling inside her. Creating ripples of longing through her veins.

 

Ichigo knew that holding her close would shut her up. The last thing he needs is for Rukia to insult Kisuke and have his crazy ever zealous mind cooking up ways to torture them. No, insulting this mad man is definitely not a good idea. Though he never thought that his tactic would work this well! He could see her shocked expression. Her big blue eyes rounding, orbs becoming as big as saucers. He could feel her heart beating erratically. How he would love to swoop down and taste those lips. For a moment even he forgot about everything and anything. Lost in the sudden rush of feelings.

 

Lifting her chin with his forefinger, his lips a few centimeters away “No need to be shy my sweet, nothing to be ashamed with something that satisfies us both you now” Seeing some semblance of sanity coming back to her eyes. “Just go and look for everything that we need, I'll be back in a minute” and with that brushed his lips to hers, then let go.

 

Rukia could not, for the life of her, use her brain. Her mind went blank the moment he put his hand around her. And those lips! She couldn't tear her eyes from those lips! Every word uttered with those lips… God! All she could see was those lips locking with hers. The moment he leaned down her eyes voluntarily closed and her face turned, waiting expectantly for the kiss, her mouth opening in their own volition. The instant his lips touched hers, she opened her mouth more trying to deepen the kiss. Even tried to recapture his lips the moment it lifted off from hers. Ichigo had the mind to just continue kissing her there senseless, but a slight chuckle from Urahara made him remember where they were. Reluctantly releasing Rukia from his grasp “Don't miss me too much Rukia” and strode inside another room with Urahara, still chuckling behind him.

 

“Quit it old man. So what's the update?” Reverting back to his old scowling face.

 

“Oh touchy!” Smiling wider, Urahara led the way to the secret basement of the shop. Before opening the door, “What was that by the way?” The laughter never leaving his eyes

 

“What was what?” Hands forming into fists. How he would love to punch that smile off his face!

 

“Oh you know!” His own hands wrapping over himself, his eyes losing, his lips puckering, as if smooching someone.

 

“Cut the crap Urahara. That was nothing”

 

“Oh”

 

“Just a diversion if you want to call it like that” crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Now, could we just please get on with it? I need updates.”

 

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Rukia just stood there eyes still half closed, unaware of everything except the feel of his lips on hers. Or rather, still waiting for another. His last parting words echoing in her brain. `Don't miss me' he said, hmmm, miss me…. What the Fuck??????? Finally regaining control of her senses, she was painfully brought back to reality with a loud thud. Damn, damn, damn! What ever possessed her to acquiesce to Ichigo she was not sure. But that fleetingly light kiss, god how she would love to feel it again. Her hands going over her own lips.

 

“His kiss is that dreamy huh?”

 

Rukia whirled around to see a dark skinned, violet haired woman wearing a bright tangerine blouse over a skimpy black leggings. She was leaning in one of the open doors, smiling wickedly at her. “Uh…what…NO!” Fuck! Did she just see everything? Damn! When I see that no good, manipulative, crazy, good kisser! Oh shit! Her face becoming a fiery red color.

 

“Oh posh! Don't worry about it. We both know what a delicious piece of meat Ichigo is!” Her hands gripping Rukia's shoulder. “Mmmmm…yeah, mouth watering he is!” Her tongue sliding over her lips emphasizing her point. “I'm Yoruichi by the way”

 

“Ah, Rukia” Kami! the way she talks about Ichigo. Oh I'm surely will kill him! Bringing me here with his ex girlfriend! After everything he has been doing to me! That two timing low life! Scum! God how she hates Ichigo at this very precise moment! And this woman! How dare she talk about Ichigo like that!

 

Yoruichi came behind Rukia, her hand still resting on her elbow. “So, come on.”

 

“What?” Oh if she only knew what thoughts are going through my mind, she wouldn't be so friendly!

 

“Well, you came here to shop right? Come on”

 

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Rukia used to love shopping. Plus the fact that the small old wooden store that she thought earlier could not even contain a single decent food item was quite big inside and houses everything from fresh vegetables, cold cuts, to clothes, undergarments, household items and more. It even has the latest gadgets and electronic supplies! If only her guide was not this graceful goddess who keeps on talking about Ichigo in such an intimate way. She almost wanted to stuff a round, big green cabbage in her mouth!

 

Everything that she had bought was now wrapped and boxed. Three boxes! God, she must have been really pissed off1 The only times she shops like crazy is when is feeling down or really stressed and pissed. Oh well, it would be Ichigo who's going to shoulder the bills. And the personal items of clothing that she bought… a small smile crept up her face. Oh payback would be so good!

 

 

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