Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Two Sided Heart ❯ Chapter 2
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By: Kusara 
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.28.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.0K | Visits: 802 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.28.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.0K | Visits: 802 | Status: Completed
Here is the second installment of Two Sided Heart. Originally I was going to post the whole thing but decided to split it up instead. The last installment, which is very, very naughty towards the end, will be uploaded a few days later as I have to edit it some for this site. So enjoy fellow readers!
A/N: I own nothing related to Bleach or Shonen Jump. This is strictly for entertainment purposes and to satisfy those who enjoy the Ichigo/Orihime pairing with a little bit of Hichigo or Shirosaki on the side.
Chapter Two: Growing Desires
Orihime groaned at the attentions of the hollow, still shaking the intensity of release. The words he spoke making her body tingle and her heart, race. “Your… Queen?” she croaked in between panting breaths, eyes glazed and unfocused as she looked up at him.
Hichigo chuckled at her incredulity, pulling back to study her. “Why are you surprised at this? I said I’d make you mine and now you are.”
A crimson blush erupted along the girl’s cheeks and she buried her face in his shoulder, causing the hollow to frown. “Why are you hiding? You’re not ashamed of what we did are you?”
“No..” Orihime muffled against his shoulder. “It’s just.. I .. wanted it to be with Ichigo.. but now.. I .. I never felt..” She started then stopped, unable to form the words she wanted to say.
“Speechless, eh?” The hollow replied, features wolfish as he grinned then added, “A good fuck will do that to you.”
Her blush darkened and she looked at him in mild shock at his choice of words. “You..” She stammered then paused, brow furrowed in sudden realization. “I.. I don’t even know what to call you. What is your true name?”
“I have no name. I am Ichigo’s hollow. You can call me.. Hichigo.. or White Ichigo.. or Shirosaki, perhaps. Even H.I. would work.” The hollow answered then asked. “What do you think?”
“I think you are silly.”
Hichigo snorted. “Mad is more like it.” The gleam in his eyes faded suddenly and he looked off in the distance, features troubled.
Orihime pulled back, noticing his expression, a look of concern marring hers as she asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Seems the king has passed out.” The hollow answered, turning his gaze back on her.
The girl sat upright in an instant, forcing Hichigo to move off of her. “Ichigo is in trouble?”
“Oh, yeah. Big time..” He said with a grin, rising to his feet. “Seems you suffocated him with your breasts.”
Orihime stood up, blushing darkly. “I.. I.. did.. what?“ She stammered, looking around for her clothing and hastily slipping them on, turning around to face him, her gaze shifting downward then back up quickly, the blush still upon her cheeks as she took in his naked form. “Um.. I.. I think we should get out of here so we can help Ichigo.”
Hichigo watched her dress, admiring her curves and lovely backside, grinning at her darkened blush from the sight of him naked.. The fear and emotion in her voice didn’t cause any jealousy to spike in his heart. He was satisfied enough to be her first. “Absolutely.” The hollow replied, snapping his fingers, a grin still on his face as his clothing materialized instantly on his form, the girl’s look of surprise and awe making him chuckle.
“How did you..” She started then stopped, blinking in surprise as Hichigo snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her tight to him.
“Hold on.”
Orihime clung to him, stifling a scream in her throat as they zoomed upwards, the scenery blending into a swirl of colors, a bright light erupting causing the healer to clinch her eyes shut as they escaped her inner world and she woke up a second later, taking a deep inhale of breath.
She looked around, gauging that she was indeed in her own bed. Something was nestled between her breasts and she looked down, gasping as she saw Ichigo passed out against her. “Ichigo!” Orihime cried, bolting upright as she cradled his head and laid him down on the floor, she found a thready pulse but his breathing had stopped and the blue tone of his skin frightened her. Without hesitation she brought her lips down on his, breathing into him, pulling back and frowning when there was no response. “Ichigo.. come on.. please..” She pleaded, leaning back down to continue mouth to mouth.
Meanwhile, inside the soul reaper’s inner world, Hichigo stood to the side of his human counterpart. He could sense Orihime’s frantic emotions and fear and he grew angry at his king. Reaching out with a booted foot, he kicked the side of the boy’s butt, growling in impatience. “Oi! Wake up you lazy prick! You’re scaring the princess to death!”
Ichigo’s eyes snapped open at the kick, the pain jolting him awake and he jumped up, whipping Tetsuga out, the tip of the blade pointed directly at the hollow’s throat, his handsome features twisted in anger and indignation. “You pasty faced bastard! What the hell did you do to Inoue!”
The hollow didn’t even flinch, swatting the sword away as he replied, “The princess is fine. So quit yer bitching and wake up already.”
Ichigo glared at his hollow, dropping his sword as it was swiped away and reached out, grabbing Hichigo’s bankai jacket so tightly his knuckles were white. “Fine? Fine?!” He snarled, the veins in his temple throbbing as he shook his pale counterpart. “She was moaning and writhing and she seemed to be in pain. She suffocated me for Christ’s sake and you’re telling me she’s fine?! You did something to her! I know you did and you better fucking answer me before I really get pissed off!”
Hichigo flashed a grin, taunting his king, unconcerned with the boy’s anger and aggressive behavior towards him. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
Gritting his teeth, Ichigo released his hold, eyes full of contempt for his hollow. Reaching down, he swept up his sword, sliding it onto his back, his voice full of a savage fury that was barely contained. “If you’ve hurt her in anyway, I will make you pay for it, asshole. Got that?”
The hollow gave no answer, watching as his king closed his eyes and disappeared from view. “Likewise.. boy..” He murmured then yawned, withdrawing from the recesses of Ichigo’s inner world for a much needed nap.
Outside, in the real world, Orihime continued mouth to mouth, pulling back as Ichigo drew in a greedy breath and groaned.
The soul reaper’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze focusing on the features of Inoue that loomed above his own. “Inoue!” Ichigo cried, bolting upright, surprising the girl as his forehead cracked into hers, sending her back and onto her butt. “Shit! I’m sorry!” The boy winced, getting to his knees and crawling over to her, helping her up. “You okay, Inoue?“ He asked, cupping her face, looking for any signs of damage besides the red bump on her forehead. Notorious for his hard head, he feared at first that she was out cold, but the unfocused daze in the girl’s eyes slowly vanished, replace with a look of happiness.
“I’m.. okay, Kurosaki-kun.. I’m just glad you’re alright now.” His hands felt warm against her flushed features, her heart fluttering at the closeness of his face to hers.
Her words brought a smile to Ichigo’s face. Selfless and concerned for others. That’s my Orihime. He thought to himself, features flushing at his sudden and silent possessiveness. He felt an almost violent urge to pull her into his arms and hold her, kiss her, make her truly his yet he knew not how to go about it and it frustrated him to the point his body shook. Dropping his hands, he clenched the fabric of his pants, unable to speak.
Concerned flashed across Orihime’s features as she felt his hands fall and saw his body shake. Reaching out, she placed her hands over his, whispering. “Is something wrong, Kurosaki-kun?”
Oh nothing. I just want to push you down and have my way with you. He winced, angry at his thoughts and selfishness. Orihime had been in trouble and pain and all he could think about was jumping her bones. It didn’t help matters that she was holding his hands now, a look of worry in her eyes that made his heart ache all over again. “I.. that is.. “ Ichigo started then stopped, brow furrowed as he fought between his desire and his reason. Dammit, Ichigo, focus! He snarled inwardly. His wants had muddled his thinking. Something was wrong and the soul reaper had to find out what happened. Drawing in a breath, Ichigo let it out slowly, his gaze lifting to meet hers as he asked in a softer voice than he intended. “Do you know why I’m here, Inoue?”
The girl blinked at his question. Tilting her head to the side, her features turned thoughtful and she smiled sheepishly. “Well.. I was hoping you would tell me, Kurosaki-kun.”
Ichigo fell to the side at her answer, studying her in incredulity as he sat back up. “You mean you don’t know?”
Orihime shook her head as she brought her hand up, tapping her lips with her index finger as she spoke softly. “Though I suppose it has something to do with the demon your hollow saved me from.”
The soul reaper’s eyes narrowed at the mention of a demon and his hollow. “What exactly happened, Inoue?”
The girl dropped her hand back into her lap, eyes downcast a bit as she answered. “Well.. I went to bed after watching a movie about knights and ladies in distress..” she started then stopped, chiding herself for going off on tangents. “Um.. anyway, as I was sleeping I felt this sudden pull and a bright light. I was in some strange kind of medieval village. There was no one there. No one except this strange looking creature who called himself Kuroujigoku.”
“What did this Kuroujigoku want?” Ichigo asked, studying her features. It was obviously an unpleasant memory for her but the shinigami had to know what happened.
“To kill me and take my soul.” Orihime replied, shuddering at the memory. “But your hollow came and killed the demon instead.”
“What did my hollow do after he killed this demon? You were writhing and crying out. Did my hollow hurt you in any way?” Ichigo asked, pain etched on his features at the thought of his dark half injuring the girl.
Orihime’s cheeks flushed at his description of her behavior. She had indeed writhed and cried out. But not for the reasons the soul reaper thought. The healer bit her lip, unsure how to answer the question. If she told him what really happened, he would not believe her or be angry with her. Instead she shook her head and replied. “No. He didn’t hurt me. He saved me. You saved me Kurosaki-kun and I am so very happy you did. I would be lost without you.”
So you did behave yourself after all. He thought in relief, grateful the hollow had not harmed her. He felt pride well in his heart at her words. He was still her protector and she, his princess. Clearing his throat, Ichigo spoke in a voice more gruff than he intended. “I am happy you’re alright, Inoue. I would do anything to keep you safe.”
Orihime felt a jolt of elation in her heart at the way he spoke to her, his tone stirring her body in the same way the hollow had with his touch and she hid her face to hide the sudden longing she felt. “Kurosaki-kun..”
Ichigo reached out, resting his hand over hers, unsure if it were proper to do so as he whispered softly, “That’s why I’ll be staying here tonight. To make sure nothing else happens to you.”
Inoue looked up, blinking in surprise at his words and his touch. “You want to.. stay the night?”
Nodding, the soul reaper rose, pulling Orihime up with him. “Yeah. I’ll sleep on the couch. That way if anything tries to hurt you again, I’ll be waiting for them.”
“But won’t your dad be upset that you are spending the night here?” Orihime asked, red staining her cheeks as Ichigo kept his hold on her hand and led her down the corridor and out into the living room.
He’d probably buy me a cigar and call me a man. Ichigo grumbled inwardly. His dad was not only always trying to violently surprise him with physical attacks, he was notorious for trying to get Ichigo to notice and date girls. “Nah.. Kon is in my body right now. So he shouldn’t be too worried.”
A sudden breeze blew into the room, and the pair looked to their right where the busted door sat on the floor.
“Um.. what happened to my door?” Orihime asked, blinking as Ichigo let go of her hand and raced over to the open space.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Inoue.” Ichigo said as he lifted the door and tried to set it back up. “I was worried and when you didn’t answer I got a bit carried away and kicked the door in.” Letting go, the soul reaper studied the door then turned around, flashing the healer a grin. “There, good as new!” He said proudly only to yip as the door fell back, knocking him to the floor and pinning him. “Hemph…” Ichigo muffled into the carpet, arms twitching from the sudden pain and surprising weight of the door.
“Ichigo!” Orihime cried, running over to him. Lifting the door up she leaned it against the door frame, her eyes full of concern as she kneeled down and pushed him gently onto his back. “You alright?”
Ichigo groaned, letting Orihime turn him over. His brown eyes a bit unfocused and he croaked out, “Yeah.. I’m fine. Just surprised is all..” With her help he stood up, straightening his clothes, glaring at the door. “I’ll fix it, Inoue, don’t worry.” He started towards the damaged frame, blinking in surprise as he felt Orihime’s hand take hold of his. Turning back towards her, the shinigami whispered. “Inoue?”
“It’s okay, Kurosaki-kun.” She began, blushing as she slowly let go of his hand. “Let it wait until the morning. I am feeling a bit tired.”
Ichigo’s features softened. “As you wish, Inoue.”
Orihime favored him with a smile then started, “Oh.. I should get you a pillow and blanket for you!”
Ichigo blinked as she took off, watching her return with a pillow and a yellow blanket.
Orihime sat them down on the sofa, looking up at the shinigami as he came over to her. “I hope this is okay.”
“It’ll work, Inoue. Thank you.” He replied, fluffing the pillow before laying down and pulling the covers over his body.
The healer watched him settle in, flashing him a soft smile as she whispered, “Goodnight, Kurosaki-kun.”
Ichigo looked up at her, giving her a smile of his own. “Goodnight, Inoue.” He murmured, closing his eyes as the girl headed down the hallway and back into her room.
A great silence filled the apartment as sleep called out to the two occupants and they answered, falling into the land of dreams undisturbed.
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Daylight came, the rays of the sun filtering through the window, trailing along the soul reaper’s features, the warmth stirring him to consciousness. His eyelids fluttered open and he yawned, throwing the blanket off as he sat upright and stretched, rubbing his eyes as his brain tried to process where he was and what he was doing.
“Good morning, Kurosaki-kun!”
“Ahh!” Ichigo cried, falling sideways at the sudden and cheerful voice of Orihime that called out from beside him.
Orihime silently giggled at his reaction, finding the sight of him adorable. Going over to his side, she pulled him upright, dropping down to sit on the couch beside the soul reaper. “Sorry I startled you, Kurosaki-kun.”
Ichigo looked over at her, noting how close she was to him and his cheeks flushed. These new feelings he had for the girl were confusing and delightful at the same time. “Um.. it’s alright.. Inoue…” He stammered, frowning at how stupid he sounded.
Orihime turned her gaze on him, noticing his heated cheeks and asked, “Are you alright, Kurosaki-kun? Your face is all red.”
“Yes. I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” He replied quickly, blinking when the girl reached out and placed her hand on his forehead.
“You seem a bit hot, Kurosaki-kun. Are you sure you’re alright?”
Her touch was gentle, her skin soft and Ichigo felt his body reacting. Come on stupid, get it together! He snarled at himself. “I am fine, Inoue, I promise.”
Orihime studied him. Are you really alright, Ichigo? She wondered, removing her hand from his forehead. “Okay.” She replied then smiled brightly. “Would you like something to eat before you go home? I don’t mind cooking.”
The color left his face at her offer. The girl was an expert healer but her cooking was just too bizarre for his tastes. “No, no! That’s okay. I don’t want you to go through all that trouble…”
“It’s no trouble.” Orihime interjected with that same bright smile of hers as she stood up and ran out to the kitchen. “It’ll only take me a few minutes!” She called out over her shoulder as the sounds of pots and pans erupted in the small space.
Ichigo dropped his head and sighed, wondering what dreadful concoction Orihime would make. His stomach growled at the smell of eggs and he was surprised to find the aroma mouthwatering. Rising up, he went to go check on her, surprised as the girl came around the corner with two plates. “Here you go, Kurosaki-kun! A mushroom and cheese omelet just for you!”
Ichigo felt his insides flutter at the happy smile Orihime favored him with. She was just too beautiful to say no to. Taking the plate, he followed her back to the table in the living room. Sitting on the floor opposite of her, blinking as the girl rose up suddenly.
“Oh! I almost forgot!”
The shinigami waited, curious to see what else she was getting and smiled as she came back with two glasses. “Can’t have an omelet without some OJ!” She beamed, handing him a glass before settling down on the floor on the other side of the table.
Ichigo smiled, eyeing the plate of food before him then up at the healer. He saw the expectant look in her eyes and he took his fork, digging into the omelet then lifted it up and into his mouth. He chewed carefully, surprised at how good it tasted. “This is really good, Inoue!”
Orihime saw the look of surprise on his face and pride filled her at his words. “Thank you Kurosaki-kun! I’m so happy you like it!” She dug into her omelet with relish, mimicking the shinigami only to stop at the sudden knock on the door and it’s subsequent crash, causing both of them to jump then freeze.
“What the hell?!” The voice of Tatsuki Arisawa roared in the now open doorway. Her gaze shifted from her best friend to Ichigo, growling as she pointed at him, unfazed by his shinigami form. “This is your doing isn’t it!”
Ichigo came out of his stupor first. “Why are you accusing me?!” He growled, bristling at the accusation, even if it were true.
“Because you always charge in without thinking!” Tatsuki growled back, stalking over to him and slapping him upside the head.
“Oww!” Ichigo growled, glaring daggers at her over his shoulder as he rubbed the back of his head. “What the fuck was that for?!”
“For breaking her door down, stupid!”
Lowering his hand, the shinigami turned around. “I’ll fix it, alright!” He yelled, crossing his arms and grumbling. “Not like I wasn’t going to anyway…”
“What was that?!”
Ichigo was about to make a nasty retort when Orihime’s gentle voice interrupted the verbal sparring.
“Um.. Tatsuki.. it was my fault. I was.. having some trouble and Ichigo came to help. He was worried about me and got a bit.. brash about it. He told me he would fix it today.”
Some of the rage went out of the dark haired girl and she sighed. “Are you alright? What happened?”
“It.. It’s.. complicated..” Orihime replied, biting her lip, definitely not ready to tell her best friend what really had happened. “But I am alright now, thanks to Kurosaki-kun.” She added, looking over at Ichigo with a soft smile.
The boy saw something in those lovely gray pools of hers that made his heart jump and he flashed her the same smile, dropping it at Tatsuki’s voice.
“Yeah, I bet.”
“Hey now.. it’s the truth!” Ichigo growled.
Tatsuki ignored him, turning her gaze over to Orihime. “Anyway, I came to make sure you were up for work. Seeing as you are, I’ll be heading to the dojo. I’ll call you later.” She paused and pointed at Ichigo. “And you! Inoue’s door better be fixed by the time she gets home!”
“Yeah, yeah..” Ichigo growled, flashing daggers at Tatsuki when she swatted his arm. “Dammit, will you stop that! I’m not your punching bag!”
Tatsuki snorted, watching the boy rub his arm. “Big baby..” She grumbled, rolling her eyes when he stuck his tongue out at her. “Boys..” She sighed, shaking her head. “Talk to you later, Inoue.” With a wave, Tatsuki headed out the way she came, giving Ichigo one last look of disapproval before leaving.
“Bye, Tatsuki.” Orihime said, returning the wave, lowering her hand as she turned her attention back to the shinigami. “Sorry about that, Kurosaki-kun. She’s just protective of me, that’s all.”
“Yeah, I know.” He replied, still rubbing his sore arm. Doesn’t mean she should be a wench to me. He grumbled silently as he lowered his hand back to his side. “I will fix that door, Inoue, as soon as I go home and collect my body.”
Orihime smiled at him, rising and taking their plates. “I know you will, Kurosaki-kun.”
Ichigo rose. “Let me help you.”
“It’s okay. I need to get ready for work anyway.” She paused, turning back to Ichigo. “We are still on for dinner tonight, right?”
The soul reaper blinked then nodded, grinning as he remembered. “You bet! I’ll come by and get you around 5. Is that alright?”
“Of course! I love coming over to your house. Your sisters are so cute and your father is so funny!”
Yeah right. Ichigo thought. His dad was many things, but never funny. At least not to him. “Good! Now then, I better head home before Kon takes off with my body and gets me in more trouble.” Sliding his sword on his back, he gave one last look at Orihime, features softening. “I’ll see you tonight, Inoue. Please be careful, alright? I don’t want you hurt.”
The healer blushed darkly at his look and his words. Did he have any idea just what he did to her? “I promise, Kurosaki-kun. You be careful as well.”
He flashed her a devilish grin. “Hey, it’s me we’re talking about here. I’m always careful.” With that he left, using flash step to make he was home. Jumping up to his open window, he expected to find Kon still asleep. But his body was missing. Going through the window, Ichigo scooped up the stuffed animal that usually housed his mod soul and headed back out. It didn’t take him long to find Kon, already harassing a group of girls.
“Aww.. come on ladies. There’s plenty of me to go around. Let’s go have some fun, eh?” Kon grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at the girls who giggled but shook their heads. He sighed, turning, blinking at the sight of the soul reaper. Flashing Ichigo a grin he called out to him. “Hey yah, Ichigo! I was.. just taking a walk..”
“Don’t want to hear it.” Ichigo growled, extracting the mod soul and forcing him back into the stuffed animal in a blink of the eye. The yellow creature came to life, growling in indignation.
“What the hell did you do that for! I was just having some fun!”
The soul reaper returned to his body, grabbing Kon by the head, bringing him up to his face. “I told you not to go outside when I’m working!”
Kon squirmed, flailing his arms. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Just put me down, alright?”
Ichigo frowned and let Kon go. Stuffing his hands into his jean pockets, he headed back home, Kon following.
“So, uh, Ichigo.. what kind of work did you that kept you out all night? Some girl perhaps?” Kon asked, leering up at the boy.
“I was with Inoue last night.”
Kon’s mouth gaped open. “You were.. you were what?”
Ichigo stopped at the front door of his house, ignoring Kon’s response, distracted by thoughts of tonight. He wanted Orihime to enjoy the experience and his company as much he wanted to enjoy hers. Maybe, if I’m brave enough I will tell her how I feel. Opening the door, he stepped inside, removing his shoes, suddenly gasping for breath as a strong arm wrapped around his neck and held him in a choke hold.
“Aha! Gotcha!”
The triumphant voice of his father rang in his ears and he growled, flipping the larger man over and onto his back. Standing up, the younger Kurosaki rubbed his neck, croaking out. “Christ, dad, what are you trying to do, kill me?!”
Isshin groaned, looking up at his son then jumped up, pointing at him. “You were out all night!”
Ichigo looked around then at his father. “Yeah.. well, let me explain..” He blinked, stumbling a bit as Isshin put an arm around his shoulder. “I was.. kinda with a girl last night.”
“That’s my boy!” The elder Kurosaki cheered with a grin. “So tell me, what’s her name? Do I know her?”
The shinigami sighed, knocking his dad’s arm away. “It isn’t like you think. Inoue was in trouble so I helped her out.”
Isshin studied his son for a moment then grinned. “I bet you did. No really, tell me, where were you last night?”
“I was at Inoue’s house last night. She was in trouble so I watched over her. Happy?”
The elder man tilted his head. “You’re serious aren’t you?”
Ichigo nodded, sighing as his dad pulled him into a headlock and gave him a noogie. “Hell yes, I’m happy then! My boy has become a man!”
“Dad! We didn’t… I mean. I..” The younger man frowned, breaking out of his dad hold. “I like her but we didn’t do anything.. like you’re implying. We just.. talked..”
Isshin sighed, dropping his head, disapproval in his voice. “A girl like that and all you did was talk? Talk?!”
The younger man’s features flushed, voice flustered. “Look, dad! Inoue is my friend, my friend! I’m not.. I mean.. I shouldn’t..”
“I can’t believe how thick headed you are!” His father replied, smacking his forehead. “How can you not notice how beautiful she is!”
“Of course I notice!” Ichigo roared, clenching his fists in frustration. “I like her a lot, okay! I want to be with her but I.. I don’t know..” he paused, shoulders dropping as he sighed, “I don’t know how to go about doing that..”
Isshin blinked then studied his son for a moment before replying, “I thought I had this talk with you before.”
“Talk?”
“Yeah.. you know men and women.. sex..”
“Ack! Dad stop!” Ichigo growled, covering his ears. He didn’t need another lecture on what to do to a girl you liked. The visuals from Isshin’s stories about what his dad did with his mom about scarred him for life the first time around.
Isshin was nonplussed. “What? You need to know these things if you’re going to starting practicing them on Inoue.” He grinned, giving him the thumbs up like the dorky dad he was.
“She’s not a blow up doll, dad!” Ichigo growled. “She’s a living being and I want to have more than just have mindless sex with her!”
“You’re no fun!” Isshin pouted then nodded. “This is a good thing. It means you must love her.”
“Yes I do!” The younger Kurosaki snarled. “And I’m not going to fuck up our friendship by jumping her bones like you seem to want me to do!”
The older man’s features grew serious. Looking hard and directly at his boy, Isshin spoke. “Then you treat her like a lady, Ichigo. If you’re serious about this, I don’t want you tossing her aside when you get bored, got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now then, what did you two talk about?”
Ichigo cleared his throat. “That’s private but I did invite her over for dinner tonight, if that’s alright.”
“Oh hoh, is that so?” Isshin replied with a grin, rubbing his hands in glee.
Ichigo’s eyes narrowed. “What are you up to, dad?”
The elder man began to whistle, moving quickly towards the front door of the house. “Oh.. nothing..” He called over his shoulder than took off, an angry Ichigo fast behind.
“Hey! Get back here! Don’t you make any plans to screw this up!”
Isshin waved his hand over his shoulder, calling out as he reached the door and opened it. “I‘ll make sure it‘s a memorable dinner for the both of you!”
“That’s what I’m afraid of!” Ichigo yelled, crashing into the door just as his father slammed it shut. Falling back, the younger man fell on his butt, cupping his face, his cry of pain muffled in his hands. “God! That fucking hurts!” He really wasn’t doing well when it came to doors. Wait.. doors.. shit! I have to go fix Inoue’s door! Scrambling to his feet, the soul reaper heading into the storage area, rooting around until he found a power drill with several different bits and screws. But how am I going to fix this door all by myself? He needed someone to hold the door while he put the screws back in. Thinking, he grabbed the phone and dialed, responding to the one who answered it.
“Hey Chad, It’s Ichigo. Yeah, good to talk to you too. Listen, I have a bit of a problem and I was wondering if you could help me. Yeah, just meet me at Inoue’s in about 20 minutes and I’ll tell you then. Thanks, man, see you there.” Hanging up the phone, Ichigo left, heading for Orihime’s apartment.
“There, that’s the last one!” Ichigo said, smiling in satisfaction as he moved away from the door, Chad coming back out into the entryway as he let the door go, shutting it behind him.
“Seems to be pretty sturdy, Ichigo.” The tall, dark haired boy said with a nod of approval.
Ichigo tested it, agreeing with the larger man’s assessment. “Looks good. Thanks for the help, Chad.”
“It’s no problem, Ichigo. Just try to knock next time and Inoue’s door will remain intact.”
Ichigo grinned sheepishly, nodding. “I’ll make sure to remember to do that.”
The two boys parted ways, Orihime ruling Ichigo’s thoughts as he made his way back home. I’ll make sure it’s a night she’ll never forget, he vowed, his heart racing at the images that formed in his mind. A few made him blush but he shook them off, berating his dive into naughtiness as he made it back to his house and raced up the stairs, stripping out of his clothes and taking a shower to cool the desire within him.
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A/N: I own nothing related to Bleach or Shonen Jump. This is strictly for entertainment purposes and to satisfy those who enjoy the Ichigo/Orihime pairing with a little bit of Hichigo or Shirosaki on the side.
Chapter Two: Growing Desires
Orihime groaned at the attentions of the hollow, still shaking the intensity of release. The words he spoke making her body tingle and her heart, race. “Your… Queen?” she croaked in between panting breaths, eyes glazed and unfocused as she looked up at him.
Hichigo chuckled at her incredulity, pulling back to study her. “Why are you surprised at this? I said I’d make you mine and now you are.”
A crimson blush erupted along the girl’s cheeks and she buried her face in his shoulder, causing the hollow to frown. “Why are you hiding? You’re not ashamed of what we did are you?”
“No..” Orihime muffled against his shoulder. “It’s just.. I .. wanted it to be with Ichigo.. but now.. I .. I never felt..” She started then stopped, unable to form the words she wanted to say.
“Speechless, eh?” The hollow replied, features wolfish as he grinned then added, “A good fuck will do that to you.”
Her blush darkened and she looked at him in mild shock at his choice of words. “You..” She stammered then paused, brow furrowed in sudden realization. “I.. I don’t even know what to call you. What is your true name?”
“I have no name. I am Ichigo’s hollow. You can call me.. Hichigo.. or White Ichigo.. or Shirosaki, perhaps. Even H.I. would work.” The hollow answered then asked. “What do you think?”
“I think you are silly.”
Hichigo snorted. “Mad is more like it.” The gleam in his eyes faded suddenly and he looked off in the distance, features troubled.
Orihime pulled back, noticing his expression, a look of concern marring hers as she asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Seems the king has passed out.” The hollow answered, turning his gaze back on her.
The girl sat upright in an instant, forcing Hichigo to move off of her. “Ichigo is in trouble?”
“Oh, yeah. Big time..” He said with a grin, rising to his feet. “Seems you suffocated him with your breasts.”
Orihime stood up, blushing darkly. “I.. I.. did.. what?“ She stammered, looking around for her clothing and hastily slipping them on, turning around to face him, her gaze shifting downward then back up quickly, the blush still upon her cheeks as she took in his naked form. “Um.. I.. I think we should get out of here so we can help Ichigo.”
Hichigo watched her dress, admiring her curves and lovely backside, grinning at her darkened blush from the sight of him naked.. The fear and emotion in her voice didn’t cause any jealousy to spike in his heart. He was satisfied enough to be her first. “Absolutely.” The hollow replied, snapping his fingers, a grin still on his face as his clothing materialized instantly on his form, the girl’s look of surprise and awe making him chuckle.
“How did you..” She started then stopped, blinking in surprise as Hichigo snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her tight to him.
“Hold on.”
Orihime clung to him, stifling a scream in her throat as they zoomed upwards, the scenery blending into a swirl of colors, a bright light erupting causing the healer to clinch her eyes shut as they escaped her inner world and she woke up a second later, taking a deep inhale of breath.
She looked around, gauging that she was indeed in her own bed. Something was nestled between her breasts and she looked down, gasping as she saw Ichigo passed out against her. “Ichigo!” Orihime cried, bolting upright as she cradled his head and laid him down on the floor, she found a thready pulse but his breathing had stopped and the blue tone of his skin frightened her. Without hesitation she brought her lips down on his, breathing into him, pulling back and frowning when there was no response. “Ichigo.. come on.. please..” She pleaded, leaning back down to continue mouth to mouth.
Meanwhile, inside the soul reaper’s inner world, Hichigo stood to the side of his human counterpart. He could sense Orihime’s frantic emotions and fear and he grew angry at his king. Reaching out with a booted foot, he kicked the side of the boy’s butt, growling in impatience. “Oi! Wake up you lazy prick! You’re scaring the princess to death!”
Ichigo’s eyes snapped open at the kick, the pain jolting him awake and he jumped up, whipping Tetsuga out, the tip of the blade pointed directly at the hollow’s throat, his handsome features twisted in anger and indignation. “You pasty faced bastard! What the hell did you do to Inoue!”
The hollow didn’t even flinch, swatting the sword away as he replied, “The princess is fine. So quit yer bitching and wake up already.”
Ichigo glared at his hollow, dropping his sword as it was swiped away and reached out, grabbing Hichigo’s bankai jacket so tightly his knuckles were white. “Fine? Fine?!” He snarled, the veins in his temple throbbing as he shook his pale counterpart. “She was moaning and writhing and she seemed to be in pain. She suffocated me for Christ’s sake and you’re telling me she’s fine?! You did something to her! I know you did and you better fucking answer me before I really get pissed off!”
Hichigo flashed a grin, taunting his king, unconcerned with the boy’s anger and aggressive behavior towards him. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
Gritting his teeth, Ichigo released his hold, eyes full of contempt for his hollow. Reaching down, he swept up his sword, sliding it onto his back, his voice full of a savage fury that was barely contained. “If you’ve hurt her in anyway, I will make you pay for it, asshole. Got that?”
The hollow gave no answer, watching as his king closed his eyes and disappeared from view. “Likewise.. boy..” He murmured then yawned, withdrawing from the recesses of Ichigo’s inner world for a much needed nap.
Outside, in the real world, Orihime continued mouth to mouth, pulling back as Ichigo drew in a greedy breath and groaned.
The soul reaper’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze focusing on the features of Inoue that loomed above his own. “Inoue!” Ichigo cried, bolting upright, surprising the girl as his forehead cracked into hers, sending her back and onto her butt. “Shit! I’m sorry!” The boy winced, getting to his knees and crawling over to her, helping her up. “You okay, Inoue?“ He asked, cupping her face, looking for any signs of damage besides the red bump on her forehead. Notorious for his hard head, he feared at first that she was out cold, but the unfocused daze in the girl’s eyes slowly vanished, replace with a look of happiness.
“I’m.. okay, Kurosaki-kun.. I’m just glad you’re alright now.” His hands felt warm against her flushed features, her heart fluttering at the closeness of his face to hers.
Her words brought a smile to Ichigo’s face. Selfless and concerned for others. That’s my Orihime. He thought to himself, features flushing at his sudden and silent possessiveness. He felt an almost violent urge to pull her into his arms and hold her, kiss her, make her truly his yet he knew not how to go about it and it frustrated him to the point his body shook. Dropping his hands, he clenched the fabric of his pants, unable to speak.
Concerned flashed across Orihime’s features as she felt his hands fall and saw his body shake. Reaching out, she placed her hands over his, whispering. “Is something wrong, Kurosaki-kun?”
Oh nothing. I just want to push you down and have my way with you. He winced, angry at his thoughts and selfishness. Orihime had been in trouble and pain and all he could think about was jumping her bones. It didn’t help matters that she was holding his hands now, a look of worry in her eyes that made his heart ache all over again. “I.. that is.. “ Ichigo started then stopped, brow furrowed as he fought between his desire and his reason. Dammit, Ichigo, focus! He snarled inwardly. His wants had muddled his thinking. Something was wrong and the soul reaper had to find out what happened. Drawing in a breath, Ichigo let it out slowly, his gaze lifting to meet hers as he asked in a softer voice than he intended. “Do you know why I’m here, Inoue?”
The girl blinked at his question. Tilting her head to the side, her features turned thoughtful and she smiled sheepishly. “Well.. I was hoping you would tell me, Kurosaki-kun.”
Ichigo fell to the side at her answer, studying her in incredulity as he sat back up. “You mean you don’t know?”
Orihime shook her head as she brought her hand up, tapping her lips with her index finger as she spoke softly. “Though I suppose it has something to do with the demon your hollow saved me from.”
The soul reaper’s eyes narrowed at the mention of a demon and his hollow. “What exactly happened, Inoue?”
The girl dropped her hand back into her lap, eyes downcast a bit as she answered. “Well.. I went to bed after watching a movie about knights and ladies in distress..” she started then stopped, chiding herself for going off on tangents. “Um.. anyway, as I was sleeping I felt this sudden pull and a bright light. I was in some strange kind of medieval village. There was no one there. No one except this strange looking creature who called himself Kuroujigoku.”
“What did this Kuroujigoku want?” Ichigo asked, studying her features. It was obviously an unpleasant memory for her but the shinigami had to know what happened.
“To kill me and take my soul.” Orihime replied, shuddering at the memory. “But your hollow came and killed the demon instead.”
“What did my hollow do after he killed this demon? You were writhing and crying out. Did my hollow hurt you in any way?” Ichigo asked, pain etched on his features at the thought of his dark half injuring the girl.
Orihime’s cheeks flushed at his description of her behavior. She had indeed writhed and cried out. But not for the reasons the soul reaper thought. The healer bit her lip, unsure how to answer the question. If she told him what really happened, he would not believe her or be angry with her. Instead she shook her head and replied. “No. He didn’t hurt me. He saved me. You saved me Kurosaki-kun and I am so very happy you did. I would be lost without you.”
So you did behave yourself after all. He thought in relief, grateful the hollow had not harmed her. He felt pride well in his heart at her words. He was still her protector and she, his princess. Clearing his throat, Ichigo spoke in a voice more gruff than he intended. “I am happy you’re alright, Inoue. I would do anything to keep you safe.”
Orihime felt a jolt of elation in her heart at the way he spoke to her, his tone stirring her body in the same way the hollow had with his touch and she hid her face to hide the sudden longing she felt. “Kurosaki-kun..”
Ichigo reached out, resting his hand over hers, unsure if it were proper to do so as he whispered softly, “That’s why I’ll be staying here tonight. To make sure nothing else happens to you.”
Inoue looked up, blinking in surprise at his words and his touch. “You want to.. stay the night?”
Nodding, the soul reaper rose, pulling Orihime up with him. “Yeah. I’ll sleep on the couch. That way if anything tries to hurt you again, I’ll be waiting for them.”
“But won’t your dad be upset that you are spending the night here?” Orihime asked, red staining her cheeks as Ichigo kept his hold on her hand and led her down the corridor and out into the living room.
He’d probably buy me a cigar and call me a man. Ichigo grumbled inwardly. His dad was not only always trying to violently surprise him with physical attacks, he was notorious for trying to get Ichigo to notice and date girls. “Nah.. Kon is in my body right now. So he shouldn’t be too worried.”
A sudden breeze blew into the room, and the pair looked to their right where the busted door sat on the floor.
“Um.. what happened to my door?” Orihime asked, blinking as Ichigo let go of her hand and raced over to the open space.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Inoue.” Ichigo said as he lifted the door and tried to set it back up. “I was worried and when you didn’t answer I got a bit carried away and kicked the door in.” Letting go, the soul reaper studied the door then turned around, flashing the healer a grin. “There, good as new!” He said proudly only to yip as the door fell back, knocking him to the floor and pinning him. “Hemph…” Ichigo muffled into the carpet, arms twitching from the sudden pain and surprising weight of the door.
“Ichigo!” Orihime cried, running over to him. Lifting the door up she leaned it against the door frame, her eyes full of concern as she kneeled down and pushed him gently onto his back. “You alright?”
Ichigo groaned, letting Orihime turn him over. His brown eyes a bit unfocused and he croaked out, “Yeah.. I’m fine. Just surprised is all..” With her help he stood up, straightening his clothes, glaring at the door. “I’ll fix it, Inoue, don’t worry.” He started towards the damaged frame, blinking in surprise as he felt Orihime’s hand take hold of his. Turning back towards her, the shinigami whispered. “Inoue?”
“It’s okay, Kurosaki-kun.” She began, blushing as she slowly let go of his hand. “Let it wait until the morning. I am feeling a bit tired.”
Ichigo’s features softened. “As you wish, Inoue.”
Orihime favored him with a smile then started, “Oh.. I should get you a pillow and blanket for you!”
Ichigo blinked as she took off, watching her return with a pillow and a yellow blanket.
Orihime sat them down on the sofa, looking up at the shinigami as he came over to her. “I hope this is okay.”
“It’ll work, Inoue. Thank you.” He replied, fluffing the pillow before laying down and pulling the covers over his body.
The healer watched him settle in, flashing him a soft smile as she whispered, “Goodnight, Kurosaki-kun.”
Ichigo looked up at her, giving her a smile of his own. “Goodnight, Inoue.” He murmured, closing his eyes as the girl headed down the hallway and back into her room.
A great silence filled the apartment as sleep called out to the two occupants and they answered, falling into the land of dreams undisturbed.
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Daylight came, the rays of the sun filtering through the window, trailing along the soul reaper’s features, the warmth stirring him to consciousness. His eyelids fluttered open and he yawned, throwing the blanket off as he sat upright and stretched, rubbing his eyes as his brain tried to process where he was and what he was doing.
“Good morning, Kurosaki-kun!”
“Ahh!” Ichigo cried, falling sideways at the sudden and cheerful voice of Orihime that called out from beside him.
Orihime silently giggled at his reaction, finding the sight of him adorable. Going over to his side, she pulled him upright, dropping down to sit on the couch beside the soul reaper. “Sorry I startled you, Kurosaki-kun.”
Ichigo looked over at her, noting how close she was to him and his cheeks flushed. These new feelings he had for the girl were confusing and delightful at the same time. “Um.. it’s alright.. Inoue…” He stammered, frowning at how stupid he sounded.
Orihime turned her gaze on him, noticing his heated cheeks and asked, “Are you alright, Kurosaki-kun? Your face is all red.”
“Yes. I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” He replied quickly, blinking when the girl reached out and placed her hand on his forehead.
“You seem a bit hot, Kurosaki-kun. Are you sure you’re alright?”
Her touch was gentle, her skin soft and Ichigo felt his body reacting. Come on stupid, get it together! He snarled at himself. “I am fine, Inoue, I promise.”
Orihime studied him. Are you really alright, Ichigo? She wondered, removing her hand from his forehead. “Okay.” She replied then smiled brightly. “Would you like something to eat before you go home? I don’t mind cooking.”
The color left his face at her offer. The girl was an expert healer but her cooking was just too bizarre for his tastes. “No, no! That’s okay. I don’t want you to go through all that trouble…”
“It’s no trouble.” Orihime interjected with that same bright smile of hers as she stood up and ran out to the kitchen. “It’ll only take me a few minutes!” She called out over her shoulder as the sounds of pots and pans erupted in the small space.
Ichigo dropped his head and sighed, wondering what dreadful concoction Orihime would make. His stomach growled at the smell of eggs and he was surprised to find the aroma mouthwatering. Rising up, he went to go check on her, surprised as the girl came around the corner with two plates. “Here you go, Kurosaki-kun! A mushroom and cheese omelet just for you!”
Ichigo felt his insides flutter at the happy smile Orihime favored him with. She was just too beautiful to say no to. Taking the plate, he followed her back to the table in the living room. Sitting on the floor opposite of her, blinking as the girl rose up suddenly.
“Oh! I almost forgot!”
The shinigami waited, curious to see what else she was getting and smiled as she came back with two glasses. “Can’t have an omelet without some OJ!” She beamed, handing him a glass before settling down on the floor on the other side of the table.
Ichigo smiled, eyeing the plate of food before him then up at the healer. He saw the expectant look in her eyes and he took his fork, digging into the omelet then lifted it up and into his mouth. He chewed carefully, surprised at how good it tasted. “This is really good, Inoue!”
Orihime saw the look of surprise on his face and pride filled her at his words. “Thank you Kurosaki-kun! I’m so happy you like it!” She dug into her omelet with relish, mimicking the shinigami only to stop at the sudden knock on the door and it’s subsequent crash, causing both of them to jump then freeze.
“What the hell?!” The voice of Tatsuki Arisawa roared in the now open doorway. Her gaze shifted from her best friend to Ichigo, growling as she pointed at him, unfazed by his shinigami form. “This is your doing isn’t it!”
Ichigo came out of his stupor first. “Why are you accusing me?!” He growled, bristling at the accusation, even if it were true.
“Because you always charge in without thinking!” Tatsuki growled back, stalking over to him and slapping him upside the head.
“Oww!” Ichigo growled, glaring daggers at her over his shoulder as he rubbed the back of his head. “What the fuck was that for?!”
“For breaking her door down, stupid!”
Lowering his hand, the shinigami turned around. “I’ll fix it, alright!” He yelled, crossing his arms and grumbling. “Not like I wasn’t going to anyway…”
“What was that?!”
Ichigo was about to make a nasty retort when Orihime’s gentle voice interrupted the verbal sparring.
“Um.. Tatsuki.. it was my fault. I was.. having some trouble and Ichigo came to help. He was worried about me and got a bit.. brash about it. He told me he would fix it today.”
Some of the rage went out of the dark haired girl and she sighed. “Are you alright? What happened?”
“It.. It’s.. complicated..” Orihime replied, biting her lip, definitely not ready to tell her best friend what really had happened. “But I am alright now, thanks to Kurosaki-kun.” She added, looking over at Ichigo with a soft smile.
The boy saw something in those lovely gray pools of hers that made his heart jump and he flashed her the same smile, dropping it at Tatsuki’s voice.
“Yeah, I bet.”
“Hey now.. it’s the truth!” Ichigo growled.
Tatsuki ignored him, turning her gaze over to Orihime. “Anyway, I came to make sure you were up for work. Seeing as you are, I’ll be heading to the dojo. I’ll call you later.” She paused and pointed at Ichigo. “And you! Inoue’s door better be fixed by the time she gets home!”
“Yeah, yeah..” Ichigo growled, flashing daggers at Tatsuki when she swatted his arm. “Dammit, will you stop that! I’m not your punching bag!”
Tatsuki snorted, watching the boy rub his arm. “Big baby..” She grumbled, rolling her eyes when he stuck his tongue out at her. “Boys..” She sighed, shaking her head. “Talk to you later, Inoue.” With a wave, Tatsuki headed out the way she came, giving Ichigo one last look of disapproval before leaving.
“Bye, Tatsuki.” Orihime said, returning the wave, lowering her hand as she turned her attention back to the shinigami. “Sorry about that, Kurosaki-kun. She’s just protective of me, that’s all.”
“Yeah, I know.” He replied, still rubbing his sore arm. Doesn’t mean she should be a wench to me. He grumbled silently as he lowered his hand back to his side. “I will fix that door, Inoue, as soon as I go home and collect my body.”
Orihime smiled at him, rising and taking their plates. “I know you will, Kurosaki-kun.”
Ichigo rose. “Let me help you.”
“It’s okay. I need to get ready for work anyway.” She paused, turning back to Ichigo. “We are still on for dinner tonight, right?”
The soul reaper blinked then nodded, grinning as he remembered. “You bet! I’ll come by and get you around 5. Is that alright?”
“Of course! I love coming over to your house. Your sisters are so cute and your father is so funny!”
Yeah right. Ichigo thought. His dad was many things, but never funny. At least not to him. “Good! Now then, I better head home before Kon takes off with my body and gets me in more trouble.” Sliding his sword on his back, he gave one last look at Orihime, features softening. “I’ll see you tonight, Inoue. Please be careful, alright? I don’t want you hurt.”
The healer blushed darkly at his look and his words. Did he have any idea just what he did to her? “I promise, Kurosaki-kun. You be careful as well.”
He flashed her a devilish grin. “Hey, it’s me we’re talking about here. I’m always careful.” With that he left, using flash step to make he was home. Jumping up to his open window, he expected to find Kon still asleep. But his body was missing. Going through the window, Ichigo scooped up the stuffed animal that usually housed his mod soul and headed back out. It didn’t take him long to find Kon, already harassing a group of girls.
“Aww.. come on ladies. There’s plenty of me to go around. Let’s go have some fun, eh?” Kon grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at the girls who giggled but shook their heads. He sighed, turning, blinking at the sight of the soul reaper. Flashing Ichigo a grin he called out to him. “Hey yah, Ichigo! I was.. just taking a walk..”
“Don’t want to hear it.” Ichigo growled, extracting the mod soul and forcing him back into the stuffed animal in a blink of the eye. The yellow creature came to life, growling in indignation.
“What the hell did you do that for! I was just having some fun!”
The soul reaper returned to his body, grabbing Kon by the head, bringing him up to his face. “I told you not to go outside when I’m working!”
Kon squirmed, flailing his arms. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Just put me down, alright?”
Ichigo frowned and let Kon go. Stuffing his hands into his jean pockets, he headed back home, Kon following.
“So, uh, Ichigo.. what kind of work did you that kept you out all night? Some girl perhaps?” Kon asked, leering up at the boy.
“I was with Inoue last night.”
Kon’s mouth gaped open. “You were.. you were what?”
Ichigo stopped at the front door of his house, ignoring Kon’s response, distracted by thoughts of tonight. He wanted Orihime to enjoy the experience and his company as much he wanted to enjoy hers. Maybe, if I’m brave enough I will tell her how I feel. Opening the door, he stepped inside, removing his shoes, suddenly gasping for breath as a strong arm wrapped around his neck and held him in a choke hold.
“Aha! Gotcha!”
The triumphant voice of his father rang in his ears and he growled, flipping the larger man over and onto his back. Standing up, the younger Kurosaki rubbed his neck, croaking out. “Christ, dad, what are you trying to do, kill me?!”
Isshin groaned, looking up at his son then jumped up, pointing at him. “You were out all night!”
Ichigo looked around then at his father. “Yeah.. well, let me explain..” He blinked, stumbling a bit as Isshin put an arm around his shoulder. “I was.. kinda with a girl last night.”
“That’s my boy!” The elder Kurosaki cheered with a grin. “So tell me, what’s her name? Do I know her?”
The shinigami sighed, knocking his dad’s arm away. “It isn’t like you think. Inoue was in trouble so I helped her out.”
Isshin studied his son for a moment then grinned. “I bet you did. No really, tell me, where were you last night?”
“I was at Inoue’s house last night. She was in trouble so I watched over her. Happy?”
The elder man tilted his head. “You’re serious aren’t you?”
Ichigo nodded, sighing as his dad pulled him into a headlock and gave him a noogie. “Hell yes, I’m happy then! My boy has become a man!”
“Dad! We didn’t… I mean. I..” The younger man frowned, breaking out of his dad hold. “I like her but we didn’t do anything.. like you’re implying. We just.. talked..”
Isshin sighed, dropping his head, disapproval in his voice. “A girl like that and all you did was talk? Talk?!”
The younger man’s features flushed, voice flustered. “Look, dad! Inoue is my friend, my friend! I’m not.. I mean.. I shouldn’t..”
“I can’t believe how thick headed you are!” His father replied, smacking his forehead. “How can you not notice how beautiful she is!”
“Of course I notice!” Ichigo roared, clenching his fists in frustration. “I like her a lot, okay! I want to be with her but I.. I don’t know..” he paused, shoulders dropping as he sighed, “I don’t know how to go about doing that..”
Isshin blinked then studied his son for a moment before replying, “I thought I had this talk with you before.”
“Talk?”
“Yeah.. you know men and women.. sex..”
“Ack! Dad stop!” Ichigo growled, covering his ears. He didn’t need another lecture on what to do to a girl you liked. The visuals from Isshin’s stories about what his dad did with his mom about scarred him for life the first time around.
Isshin was nonplussed. “What? You need to know these things if you’re going to starting practicing them on Inoue.” He grinned, giving him the thumbs up like the dorky dad he was.
“She’s not a blow up doll, dad!” Ichigo growled. “She’s a living being and I want to have more than just have mindless sex with her!”
“You’re no fun!” Isshin pouted then nodded. “This is a good thing. It means you must love her.”
“Yes I do!” The younger Kurosaki snarled. “And I’m not going to fuck up our friendship by jumping her bones like you seem to want me to do!”
The older man’s features grew serious. Looking hard and directly at his boy, Isshin spoke. “Then you treat her like a lady, Ichigo. If you’re serious about this, I don’t want you tossing her aside when you get bored, got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now then, what did you two talk about?”
Ichigo cleared his throat. “That’s private but I did invite her over for dinner tonight, if that’s alright.”
“Oh hoh, is that so?” Isshin replied with a grin, rubbing his hands in glee.
Ichigo’s eyes narrowed. “What are you up to, dad?”
The elder man began to whistle, moving quickly towards the front door of the house. “Oh.. nothing..” He called over his shoulder than took off, an angry Ichigo fast behind.
“Hey! Get back here! Don’t you make any plans to screw this up!”
Isshin waved his hand over his shoulder, calling out as he reached the door and opened it. “I‘ll make sure it‘s a memorable dinner for the both of you!”
“That’s what I’m afraid of!” Ichigo yelled, crashing into the door just as his father slammed it shut. Falling back, the younger man fell on his butt, cupping his face, his cry of pain muffled in his hands. “God! That fucking hurts!” He really wasn’t doing well when it came to doors. Wait.. doors.. shit! I have to go fix Inoue’s door! Scrambling to his feet, the soul reaper heading into the storage area, rooting around until he found a power drill with several different bits and screws. But how am I going to fix this door all by myself? He needed someone to hold the door while he put the screws back in. Thinking, he grabbed the phone and dialed, responding to the one who answered it.
“Hey Chad, It’s Ichigo. Yeah, good to talk to you too. Listen, I have a bit of a problem and I was wondering if you could help me. Yeah, just meet me at Inoue’s in about 20 minutes and I’ll tell you then. Thanks, man, see you there.” Hanging up the phone, Ichigo left, heading for Orihime’s apartment.
“There, that’s the last one!” Ichigo said, smiling in satisfaction as he moved away from the door, Chad coming back out into the entryway as he let the door go, shutting it behind him.
“Seems to be pretty sturdy, Ichigo.” The tall, dark haired boy said with a nod of approval.
Ichigo tested it, agreeing with the larger man’s assessment. “Looks good. Thanks for the help, Chad.”
“It’s no problem, Ichigo. Just try to knock next time and Inoue’s door will remain intact.”
Ichigo grinned sheepishly, nodding. “I’ll make sure to remember to do that.”
The two boys parted ways, Orihime ruling Ichigo’s thoughts as he made his way back home. I’ll make sure it’s a night she’ll never forget, he vowed, his heart racing at the images that formed in his mind. A few made him blush but he shook them off, berating his dive into naughtiness as he made it back to his house and raced up the stairs, stripping out of his clothes and taking a shower to cool the desire within him.
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