Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fate ❯ memories: stirrings ( Chapter 9 )

 

Disclaimer: for the nth time, me no own bleach, just this story

 

 

 

A/N

 

I was finding a hard time coming up with the `morning after'. I was quite unsure how I'd like them to act after.

 

Anyway, I do hope you guys would like what I came up with.

 

Oh, BTW, just found out about the third bleach movie, it's title I can't remember, calling out your name or something, and its tag line…”sayonara Rukia”.

 

I know sounds bad, but I honestly don't think that they'll kill off rukia's character. She's the second most popular and wanted bleach character. The hell would they kill a star. But I have to admit it got me going gaga thinking about the third movie. I haven't even watched the second movie yet and here I am more interested with the third installment.

 

 

BTW, I have updated the first chap of this story. I would highly suggest that you guys re read it. I think it'll help you guys understand the story more. You'll see what I mean when you get to read it.

 

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Chapter 9

 

 

 

 

STIRRINGS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rukia stirred, half awake, half asleep. Her senses were trying to alert her to something, but her brain could not comprehend what it is. “mmm…” she said in reluctance and nestled further into her warm cocoon. Something was moving beside her, nuzzling her neck wide something akin to wide sloppy kisses. She almost giggled out loud when it hit her ticklish spot just behind her ears. She smiled at the familiar wake up greeting, and instinctively shifted and tried to fend it off. “Stop it Kon!” she said teasingly while her eyes remained shut. “Just a few more minutes”

 

Ichigo stilled immediately, his eyes crinkling in displeasure, his scowl becoming for pronounced, with an almost angry growl from deep within his throat. He had woken up to the most delicious sensations of having her spooned against him. Her soft butt firmly pressed against thighs, her supple body against his, with his hands around her waist, while the other was still clutching her breast. His body had immediately responded to her proximity, his hormones raging. He wanted to wake her and shower her with kisses, working his way from her neck downwards to where he knew she was most responsive. He wanted her first thoughts to be clouded with the intimate heat of his lovemaking. He wanted her first words to be moans of pleasure.

 

But he didn't expect her to say another guys name in the midst of his ministrations. It was unthinkable. It was unheard of. It was just not possible.

 

Rukia heard the low growl and tried to open her eyes. For Kon to be so worked up this early, then he could be really, really in dire need of his poop box. “Fine, fine, I'm up” she said as she struggled to get out of bed, while thinking of the nuisances that she has to suffer for Kon.

 

His hands tightened on her waist, another deep growl emitted from his throat. His body which was earlier raging with lust was now seething in anger.

 

How dare she, he thought. How could she think of another while in his arms? How could she even mistake his actions for someone else's?

 

She felt her body being held tighter and heard another growl from behind. She opened her eyes as the fog in her brain cleared. Memories of what has transpired last night flooded her mind and she immediately tensed up. She wasn't at home. And it wasn't Kon who was waking her up with kisses.

 

Oh god! She thought. She could feel her face heat up with the thought of what had transpired between them. She could still feel his hands and lips all over her body, as if his hands and lips were firmly imprinted there.

 

She felt him move and found herself pinned beneath him, him hands painfully digging in her shoulders. Something was wrong. She could feel the anger emanating form him. What could he be so angry about? Why was he angry? Did she do something wrong?

She opened her mouth to speak, to tell him to unhand her, but her words never got past her throat as Ichigo's mouth claimed hers in a ruthless and bruising kiss. She tried to fight it, twisting her head right and left trying to get out from his grasp. But he held her firmly, his teeth grating against her, nipping at her lips.

 

Why? She kept on asking her self why he was doing this. Was it because of last night? Was it because she didn't tell him that it was her first time? That he was her first? Was that it?

 

She tried to stop him, so that she could explain. But his lips were still insistent, intent on punishing her. Left with no other choice, she cupped his face him her hands and tried to kiss him back, opening her mouth to him, tenderly soothing her tongue over his, drawing him, coaxing him to lighten the punitive kiss. She wanted him to stop. She wanted to say sorry for whatever it is that she has done to upset him this much.

 

Ichigo was angry. No, he was beyond angry, he was livid. Never had he felt this humiliated in his life. His ego has never took a beating as decapitating is this. He wanted to punish her for even daring to think of another while in his arms. For saying somebody else's name in his presence. The moment he felt her hands lightly cupping his face, the moment he felt her acquiesce to the kiss, how she tenderly kissed him back, he found himself drawn into that sweetness. He didn't know when it started, but he found himself softening his kiss. His hands released their strong hold on her arms and started to lovingly caress her. He found himself being gentled by her.

 

He stopped and lifted his face from hers, his eyes shut tightly, trying to control the conflicting emotions that Rukia has aroused in him. He had always thought that he was the conqueror here. But the way she had turned the tables around, he knew it she who was doing the conquering.

 

He opened his eyes and looked straight into her questioning ones. Confusion and worry could be written in to their violet depths. And although he wanted to erase the worry reflected in her eyes, his ego would not let him brush the incident off that easily.

 

His eyes were staring angrily at hers. Those amber pools, darkened with ire. She doesn't know just what kind of hold she has on him. That thought, along with the other, quickly escalated his irate mood

 

“If you ever” he said very soflty “ever say another man's name…in my presence, ever again, I will drag you to bed and fuck you senseless until the only name that you will be saying and remembering is mine.” He ended so softly, enunciating every word slowly, that the effect was more menacing than having him rant and shout at her.

 

Before she could even comprehend what he meant, Ichigo got up and went directly inside the bathroom, not even bothering to put on some clothes. Leaving a silent Rukia looking bewildered on the bed.

 

Rukia flinched as she heard the bathroom door banged shut. She could not believe what had just happened. Nor could she understand what has just happened. She clutched the sheet tightly over her and stared at the ceiling, her mind going over the events that led to her present predicament.

 

Last night…last night was a momentary lapse of sanity on her part. She had succumbed to her body and feelings. She had succumbed to him. Despite all the self talk about a Kuchiki being a conqueror, she ended up being conquered instead. But for the life of her, she knew she wouldn't trade that experience with anything in her life.

 

Last night, Ichigo had been so sweet and gentle. His hands had been so soft and tender. As if each touch a silent promise. Every stroke and caress a benediction. And his moans where all praises to her being. She could feel her body responding at the thought of where his hands and mouth has been last night.

 

And the way he stopped and tenderly held her as she fought off the pain of losing her virginity, how he had wrapped his arms around her, as if trying to fend off the pain for her. Last night, he had been the perfect lover.

 

The loud sound of the bathroom door being slammed shut bought her back from her reverie. She threw the sheet over her head and curled under the covers. Listening intently for footsteps. Praying silently that he would leave her be. She waited tensely and agonizingly under the covers, but he never came. She took a peak and heaved a sigh of relief to find herself alone in the room.

 

The Ichigo from last night way miles off from the angry Ichigo that she met this morning. She had awoken to the feel of him holding her, kissing her. It felt so right. It felt so perfect. It felt so natural be in his arms that she momentarily thought that she was at home, waking up to another ordinary day in her life. It felt like she belonged to in his arms.

 

 

She smiled at the thought. She felt so at home that she mistook his kisses as Kon's big slurpy kisses. That was how natural it had been for her. That was how right it felt.

 

Her eyes opened wide as the pieces of the puzzle finally fit together, Kon! She said Kon's name in her sleepy frame of mind earlier. She threw herself under the covers once again, this time trying to muffle out the sounds of her laughter.

 

She finally knew what ticked Ichigo off.

 

And the thought made her feel really, really good.

 

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Rukia gently made her way down the spiral staircase. Each step and movement done slowly. It was now noon, she had stayed in bed almost all morning and stayed a good few hours under the shower, trying to sooth away the kinks and aches on her body with the warm water. She could remember how she almost hissed in both pain and relief when she sat inside a basin filled with warm water.

 

She immediately sat in the dinner chair when she reached the dining room. It doesn't relieve the aches, specially not the soreness in her inguinals and private area, but at least it dulls the throbbing a bit.

 

She looked around, trying to see where the orange head idiot was. She has had this urge to clunk him after what he did earlier. But her sore body prevented her from doing so. He wasn't inside the cottage. But she did see the food that was set on the table. She smiled as she started to help herself with the ramen. It was a bit cold, but she didn't mind. Ichigo had cooked it for her. Despite being angry and hurt, he still cared enough to cook for her.

She couldn't wait to see his face when he hears the truth.

 

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Ichigo stopped tinkering with his motor's engine when he heard her coming down the stairs. He listened to the sounds that she made while moving and smirked as he pictured her moving gingerly about. He knew she would be stiff and sore this morning. He wanted to be there beside her, assisting her. But the incident earlier had him seething in ire, avoiding her.

 

His hands automatically tightened it's grip on the screwdriver he was holding when he thought of the name she muttered. Kon, she said. She even said it smilingly and teasingly. Fuck! He swore silently, as his brain conjured up images of him pummeling the said `Kon' guy into a pulp.

 

He took a deep breath and consciously let go of the screwdriver. He needed to get back in focus. So what if she was living with someone else? So what if that bastard was her boyfriend? Obviously he wasn't much of a boyfriend to begin with if he had left her untouched like that. Obviously their relationship has not progressed that much, not to the point of having sex.

 

Well, too bad for him, he thought.

 

Because he was the only one who got to have her, to taste and feel her and know how responsive Rukia was. He smiled. No matter who she's lived with before. No matter who her boyfriend is before. No matter who that bastard Kon was. He was and will always be her first lover.

 

Ichigo suddenly frowned as he caught where his thoughts were leading to. It unnerved him to realize how possessive his thoughts of Rukia were turning to. He scowled even deeper when he remembered how she had made him submit to her with just one kiss. He had wanted her to submit to him, yet it was he who lost and yielded.

 

How come this small, and petite woman, one whom he barely knows, could affect him so? How could she turn him into a tender fool, then an extremely pissed idiot, and then to a gentle lamb with just a word, a touch, a kiss?

 

And God! He thought as he rubbed his hands to his face. He had hurt her. He deliberately tried to hurt her earlier. Dammit! He has never lost control like that before. He wanted to undo it, if he could he would. But apologizing for it was out of the question. He had already been humbled earlier. He was not prepared to do it again.

 

He sighed and rubbed his fingers into his now throbbing temples. Maybe it was just the proximity. Maybe it is just the effect of being too close to her 24/7. He knew some psychology books and expert would vouch for that. Or maybe it was the stress of his situation just getting to him.

 

Or maybe it was just his ego at stake here. Heck, any guy would be infuriated to hear another name coming from their woman's lips in the midst on an intimate act. Hell, that truly is a blow to ones pride. Surely anyone would react just the way he did.

 

 

He stood up and decided to work instead. Thinking about Rukia and the things she makes him feel is confusing to say the least. He'd rather not go down that alley yet. The big questions and doubts were there, brimming at the surface and he was sure he wouldn't like the answers. He'd leave it be for now.

 

It`s just stress, he knew it was.

 

 

He went in and went directly upstairs. Doing research and working, trying to find out what SS was planning might just be what he needed to get his mind off the damn annoying midget.

 

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Rukia slowly trudged up the stairs, making sure to move gently as possible to help lessen the aches on her body. She would have wanted to let Ichigo carry her upstairs, but the idiot had deliberately ignored her as he moved past her towards the stairs.

 

Damn stupid strawberry!

 

She found him hunched over his notebook in one side of the room. He was busy browsing something in the internet. Maybe she could ask him to let her use it for a while later, just to mail some friends and colleagues whom she knew were worried about her. And maybe tell her neighbor to keep Kon for a little longer.

 

Thinking about Kon, Rukia smiled and started to get her plan into action. She sat at the edge of the bed, easing her painful body in its soft cushions. She knew he knew that she was there. “Hey Ichigo!” she said without preamble in her high girly voice.

 

Ichigo almost pushed the delete button instead of the save button on his screen. He knew the moment she stepped foot in the bedroom but decided to ignore her still. He was saving the documents he saw about the social gatherings and the socialite pages of every newspapaer in the country. There is always something about the three noble clans being said there.

 

“Oi berry boy!” she said, followed by a loud girly laugh. A vein in Ichigo's head started to twitch. He hated her oh so fake girly voice. And he detests the nickname. “What do you want Rukia” he said in the most uninteresting tone that he could muster. Well, two can play that game, he thought.

 

“Want me to tell you a story? Its ab…”

 

“No” he said cutting her off.

 

“But I think you'll love this one” she said, insisting as ever. She paused to check if she has his attention . When she was sure she did, she lied down the bed, her eyes staring straight into the ceiling, but she could still see Ichigo thru her peripheral vision. “You see, when I was in high school, I lived all alone in this little apartment.” Well, it wasn't exactly a little apartment, more like a huge townhouse, but he didn't need to know that “I had previously refused the nanny my brother sent me. Saying that I didn't need a keeper. That I could definitely make it on my own. I was quite adamant at that.” She chuckled as she thought of the heated argument they had and how un-Byakuya like he was acting while asking her to reconsider.

 

Despite his best efforts, Ichigo smiled at the thought of a younger Rukia facing off her brother to get what she wants. Stubborness, it seems, is a trait ingrained in her. And he knew he wouldn't want her any other way.

 

Rukia knew she had his attention, so she continued on “the first few months were fine. I did what I wanted to without any restrictions. But after a few months, it got kinda lonely” her voice had taken a melancholy note, remembering how her classmates would ignore her, being the freak genius that she is. Or simply because they found out where she lived and were all in awe of her wealth.

 

Ichigo heard the sadness in her voice and understood what she wasn't saying. He knew the feeling all too well. His heart contorted and he felt her pain. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, to comfort her, but settled with just staying put and listening.

 

“Well, anyway, one day as I was walking home, I saw this brown ugly and dirty looking puppy lying and bleeding on the road. He was whimpering and crying, while trying to get up. I didn't know why but I just found myself bracing the traffic to get to the puppy. I wrapped him in my school jacket and ran across the town trying to find a vet.” She paused and then scoffed “would you even believe that the whole time I was running around holding him, I was also crying along with him? I didn't know who was crying more loudly, me or him!” and then she laughed.

 

It was her real laugh. Her laugh that came naturally, from her heart and automatically touched the hearts of those hearing it that they would laugh along with her. He smiled despite of him self, the data on his computer screen lay forgotten as he thought about her, a young girl, crying while running around holding an injured puppy. His heart leapt up with her laughter. She sounded so endearing talking like that while trying to laugh at her own foolishness.

 

“I had scoured the whole town but only came across one veterinary clinic, which happens to be closed that time. At this time I was quite desperate, I started talking to him. I told him I would take care of him. I told him that I wouldn't fail him as I did my parents.”

 

This time Ichigo heard a catch on her voice. He felt the undercurrents of pain in there. He could feel his chest tighten at the sorrow he heard in her voice. He was about to stand up, go to her and comfort her when she started again, this time, her voice catching that mischievous tone she usually has.

 

“then I came across this small clinic, it was just in front of a house. Of course it wasn't a clinic for animals, but I didn't care, I barged inside and thrust the now quiet puppy in my arms to this man. `please mister' I said in between sniffs `please make him well again' I said.” She laughed once again, her words slightly muffled by her laughter. “I imagine it was quite a shock to that doctor to see a senior high school student bawling out like that while holding a very hurt puppy. It was so undignified!” she said once again, trying to laugh at her self.

 

Ichigo was now glad that he had his back to her. Or she would have seen him grinning like an idiot at the picture that she had painted in his head. No, he wanted to tell her, that she wasn't being silly or undignified at all. She was just being her usual warmhearted self. She had such a big heart for others that he felt that it could, it just could also fit him inside it.

 

“ The funny thing is, this doctor, started crying too! So here I was crying and holding out a puppy to this guy, and the guy automatically started crying also while he took the puppy in his care and in a booming voice he said” Rukia coughed a little then tweaked her voice to sound like him “ he said `have no fear my third daughter daddy is here to save the day!' and immediately I stopped crying”

 

She laughed again and Ichigo felt like the air was being punch out of him. Firstly her laughter has just that effect on him. Plus the fact that the guy Rukia was referring to sounded impossibly like his crazy old father. He didn't know what actually hit him. But the thought that she could have been there at his home was something he never would have expected.

 

“of course I stopped crying, I was thinking that maybe he was a patient, that I stumbled into a mental facility or something!”

 

This time Ichigo was now silently laughing with her. He was trying hard to keep his shoulders still and rigid so that she wouldn't notice.

 

“I was having doubts, mind you. But after three hours of waiting, he wheeled in a small table towards me, whose top was covered in cloth, where my little puppy was resting. H e had numerous bandages on his trunk, head and two hind legs and an IV in one leg. But otherwise, he was ok”

 

He could hear the happiness in her voice. And his grin just got even bigger. He felt his heart swell with pride. She had done something that most people would not. Courage. She had that I abundance. She is just truly amazing.

 

“You know, I never did find out the name of that doctor. He didn't want me calling him anything other than father. And he asked me if I could be his third daughter! I felt that he wouldn't let go of me I didn't agree, thinking nothing of it, I just nodded, then he started jumping up and down, doing this crazy dance, talking to this big poster in the wall, saying that he just got his son engaged! Now that, that freaked me out.”

 

Ichigo couldn't breathe. It couldn't be. It couldn't possibly be. He could remember his dad calling him long distance during his first year at Todai just to tell him that he just got him engaged. That he had found his perfect third daughter. He remembered hanging up on him, thinking nothing of it. Oh my god! If he did just went home that weekend, then, maybe…maybe…argh! If he could just get his hands on his father right now, he'd give him one of the worst beatings he could possibly give him. He was so caught up with his thoughts that he didn't realize that Rukia had resumed her story.

 

“Anyway the puppy never left my side since that day. He even protected me from a group of thieves who wanted to rob my house days after. Imagine a small puppy, with bandages all over his body chasing the robbers away with just his loud bark.”

 

“that incident led to my moving out of town. Because of that, I never did get to see the doctor's son. Sometimes I imagine what would have been like if I did meet him. Not that nii-sama would have approved, but still….”

 

Ichigo couldn't move. So it was really her. He was now gripping the edge of the table tightly, thinking of the what might have been.

 

Rukia was sure that Ichigo heard every word she said. For one thing he had stopped typing and clicking the moment she started her story. And she could definitely see how his shoulders would tense up then relax at different times during her story. She could also see him trying very hard to hide his laughter.

 

She smiled and continued on “Up to this day, well, before I got here that is, the puppy has been with me. He's grown into this big furry brown but still quite ugly looking dog, who's favorite hobby is licking my face and neck every morning to wake me up. He does it at the exact and precise time everyday too! Oh yeah, I named him Kon. Don't why I though.” She chuckled “well, I think I'll leave you to your work now, strawberry” she said as she slid towards the center of the bed.

 

Ichigo's thoughts were still swirling inside his head. She was the third daughter that his father has been yapping about years ago. He was still wrapped up in it when some of her words penetrated his brain, puppy…hobby…licking her face…puppy named Kon….

 

This time Ichigo's mind really did stop working all together. Kon was her dog. It was her fucking dog! He felt a great weight being lifted off his shoulders. It wasn't an ex boyfriend or anything. It was just a stupid fucking dog!

 

Damned stupid evil midgets! He just spent the whole morning feeling so bad just because of a stupid dog! He stood up and tackled her on the bed. Rukia squealed in delight as she found herself being wrapped up in his arms, lying above him, her face a few inches from his, his arms holding her securely.

 

His eyes were alight with happiness. He captured her lips in a kiss, his hands working its way to her nape and hair. It wasn't anything like their kiss that morning, this was full of passion and Rukia could not help but meet his kiss with as much want and need as she can muster.

 

“Took you long enough strawberry” she said teasingly

 

“Well you could have explained earlier that Kon was a fucking dog!” he said irately, still holding her close.

 

Rukia smiled and leaned her head in his chest “And miss seeing you jealous? No way berry head”

 

The hand that has been stroking her hair stilled in midair for a second, then continued its leisurely journey on her silky locks. In a serious tone “I wasn't jealous” Of course he wasn't. Being jealous meant that he has deeper feelings for the little fireball that he has in his hands. And of course, he doesn't. Just because he craves for her body doesn't mean that he feels something deeper for her more than lust and friendship.

 

“ahhh, if you are not jealous, then it only means that you accept the fact that you kiss just like a dog” she said while her hear was still cradled in his chest.

 

In a second she found herself being crushed under Ichigo. “I do not kiss like a dog!” he said indignantly.

 

“Well, could have fooled me.” And found her self once again in a fierce kiss before she could even say another word.

 

He kissed her long and hard, trying to tell her with his actions how sorry and stupid he felt. He gently nicked at her bottom lip, while his tongue soothed the nicks away. He slanted his lips and lapped her lips with his tongue, asking entrance, coaxing her to open her lips to his kiss. There was no urgency in his actions, just a sweet slow hunger that left her wanting, longing.

 

Finally stopping for air, Ichigo burrowed his face at the crook of her neck, “sorry” he said softly and then placed a string of kisses along her neck. He trailed kisses along her jawline, running up to her cheeks and nose. When they were eye to eye, Ichigo looked solemnly at Rukia, his eyes furrowed with sadness, “I'm sorry” he said again.

 

Rukia knew and understood what he meant. He was trying to atone for what he did to her earlier. She looked straight at his amber orbs, her eyes crinkling with happiness. He could be the gentlest, most caring and affectionate guy at times.

 

Ichigo saw the understanding there, in the way she looked at him and the way her eyes had alighted with joy. She need not say anything, he knew.

 

He once again wrapped his arms around her and settled her spooned beside him, her head pillowed in his shoulder while his arm would up around her and was rubbing up and down her arm.

 

Rukia waited, but was surprised when Ichigo didn't even dared his hands to go further than her waist and arms. She turned around and faced him, her eyes mirroring the confusion she felt.

 

Ichigo knew what she was asking for and chuckled, he traced one finger from the crease between her brows down to the tip of her nose. “Don't look at me like that” he said. He kissed the top of her head and enveloped her in a tight embraced, with her head pressed on his chest. “If you keep looking at me like that I wouldn't be able to help my self”

 

“Why?” she asked while her hands were busy running down the hard planes of his stomach and chest.

 

A deep grumble came from Ichigo's chest as he captured her wandering hands in his “because I know that you are still too sore” He knew he was right when he felt her freeze. “I wasn't exactly very gentle with you last night”

 

 

“Im sorry” she said through his chest. She knew he was referring to her virginity and guilt plagued her conscience. She knew she should have told him.

 

He chuckled “Baka!” he said. He lifted her face up and looked straight into her eyes “It would always be my honor and pleasure to be your first” He said honestly “now, can you just shut up and rest?”

 

She elbowed him in the gut but settled herself against his and wrapped her arms around him. She felt content. Ichigo was truly and amazing guy she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A/N

What do you guys think? Too much fluff? To OOC?

 

I just wanted to focus on their relationship at this point. Or the development of it. Lets just say it is the calm before a storm or something.

 

Honestly, I have been having doubts about this story. I love this story, but I don't think my readers feel the same. I am afraid that I might be doing something wrong with this fic. The number of reviews just depresses me.

 

So please, please review and tell me what you think.