Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Your Memory is My Revenge ❯ The Union ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any Bleach affilates.

 

(A/N: To my readers: Seriously, did you think I'd let you go without a proper ending? From now one I will be placing a “The End” at the end of my stories, if you don't see the “The End” just wait patiently for the next chapter.

 

This chapter also contains a lemon—not one of my best but hey, what can ya do?—so I hope you enjoy this last and final chapter.

 

Please continue to read and review.

 

Merci et au revoir: Tituba.)

 

Chapter 8

 

Ichigo and Rukia came back to The Two Sisters after jumping into Hiromi's window and placing her gently on her bed, they chose not to alert the girl's mother, who was sitting at the kitchen table, looking ghostly and stricken.

 

“She'll get a surprise when she wakes up.” Ichigo had muttered as he brushed the girl's wet bangs from her face.

 

“At least her daughter is alive,” Rukia murmured and Ichigo's arms clutched her tighter. He was still carrying her, even though she wasn't complaining, she felt uncomfortable—not physically, of course, but her heart was aching.

 

Hisana's words were echoing in her mind, they swirled around until she almost felt she was drowning in them. She was supposed to be happy, Kami knew she deserved it. She had been through more pain in her life than most families would know in through entire generations. A runt in Rukongai, an outcast at a prestigious school, a stranger in a noble family, the killer of her mentor, and the catalyst that began a revolt in the Soul Society—she had experienced all of these, and all of these were memories she wished she could change.

 

You can't change the past, Rukia. She told herself bitterly.

 

Ichigo leaped forward and rushed towards The Two Sisters, cradling Rukia close to him. Through their Shinigami clothing, Rukia could feel the hard beating of his heart and the shifting of his powerful muscles. She shuddered and gripped her hands tighter in his robes.

 

Yes, she could be happy.

 

Rukia lowered her face into his chest and inhaled sharply. Slowly, she felt small tears form in her eyes and flow slowly down her face, he didn't seem to notice so she tried her hardest to remain quiet.

 

Ichigo brought her in through the window to her room, jumping silently through the window. They met with Pyon, who had dumped Ichigo's body onto the floor and was finding ways to tie braids into his hair.

 

Ichigo didn't even seem to notice (even though Pyon was now shouting at him to look at the “pwetty bwaids”) and simply went over to the bed and set Rukia down on top. The soft blankets encircled her. Quickly, Rukia avoided Ichigo's gaze while he went over to his body, she turned her head and dried her eyes on her sleeves while calling Pyon over so she might have her gigai back.

 

Pyon bounded over to her and crouched on the bed, “The old lady is sleeping now!” She said softly, “She was not feeling good so she go to bed.”

 

Rukia nodded and reentered her gigai, her sopping clothes disappeared and her dress-clad form reawakened.

 

Ichigo stared at Rukia as she leaned up from the bed; he drew in a breath and sat on the window edge.

 

“You okay?” He asked quietly, staring out at the raining night.

 

Rukia nodded and bit her lip, “I got to see her, at least. I've always wanted to.”

 

Ichigo nodded, “I don't know what I would have done if I had never known Karin or Yuzu… my sisters a part of me that I just can't get rid of… even if I wanted to.” He ended dryly.

 

Rukia closed her eyes and leaned her head against the backboard of the bed frame. “I can see why Byakuya loved her so much, she was quite a woman.”

 

“Yeah,” Ichigo said quietly, he eyed her again. “Are you sure you're going to be okay?”

 

Rukia jerked her head up and glared at him, “Why? Do you have somewhere you need to be? Do you have someone need to see?” Her seething stare could cut steel and she quickly averted her eyes, not wanting him to see the hurt in them. “If so then please leave.”

 

“What? What are you talking about?” He scoffed angrily. “I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to run off again, you stupid girl, you nearly drove me to an early grave with all the worrying I did over you.”

 

“Yes,” Rukia sneered, “I'm sure you had lots of time to worry, that is, if you weren't sticking your tongue down Orihime's throat.” Instantly she bit her tongue, that wasn't supposed to come out like that.

 

“What the—” he drew in a sharp breath and shot out, “I thought you were smarter than that Rukia, why in the world would I have kissed you if I had Orihime?”

 

“What did you just say?” Rukia growled, her voice teetering on the edge of lethal.

 

Ichigo placed a hand to his head and rubbed his temples, “That came out wrong, listen, Rukia; you just need to give me a minute to tell you—”

 

“You know what Ichigo,” Rukia said looking down at the blanket, “I don't think I want to hear it. This day has already been bad enough and I don't need to hear anything about you and Orihime as a couple, so just do me a favor and—”

 

The ending to her vehement sentence was short lived, before she could finish speaking Ichigo was before her, sitting on the side of the bed. Roughly and with no pretense, he grabbed the sides of her face and pressed her into a long, hard, and unyielding kiss.

 

Rukia whimpered slightly and tried to push him away, her feeble attempt was immediately squashed as his hand slid towards the back of her neck while the other slipped around her waist and tightened.

 

Rukia felt her lips go slack; Ichigo sensed her will weakening and slipped his tongue into her mouth, sweeping back and forth, tasting every inch of her.

 

Oh… no… Rukia thought weakly, her own arms curling—almost unwillingly—around him.

 

Suddenly, Ichigo pulled back and pushed her onto the bed; Rukia flopped down and stared in horror as he slowly crawled over her. She saw the way his muscles moved underneath his wet tee shirt; it stuck like a second skin and was so thin she could see his graceful tan.

 

“What are you—what are you doing?” She stuttered, her arms moving to stop him.

 

Ichigo smiled cockily and grabbed both of her hands with his, pinning them on the sheets above her head. If it was possibly, Rukia's eyes grew even wider.

 

“I'll use a binding spell on you,” she threatened, “I swear to Kami I will.”

 

“We wouldn't want to do that, now would we?” He said, smiling arrogantly. “Because you need to listen.”

 

“Not if you can't talk,” she hissed and took a breath, “Kido numb-”

 

Ichigo swept down and kissed her again. Damn him, Rukia thought weakly as her knees began to weaken and her skin began to tingle.

 

There was also this persistent tugging in the very center of her legs… a tugging she wanted relieved.

 

Ichigo released her and grinned once again. “Number one, if you keep using threatening to use kido, I'll simply kiss you until you're a puddle of jello.” His laughing mouth descended once again and he began to kiss her neck. “Number two, the kiss with Orihime didn't mean a damn thing.”

 

That snapped Rukia out of her passion-hazed mindset.

 

“What do you… you mean… it didn't mean any-anything? I saw you with… with hands… the tongue… and your arms… in, in hers…” She mentally cursed herself; Ichigo's mouth was on her pulse, his teeth were nipping and then his tongue swept across.

 

“Oh, well, she didn't tell you, and you probably didn't notice she was trying to tell you anything, seeing how you've been avoiding her.” Ichigo said mildly.

 

Damn him and his coherent thoughts… while she was quickly losing her mind.

 

“Orihime was in love with me for the longest time,” Ichigo started.

 

“That makes me feel a lot better!” Rukia snapped and Ichigo silenced her with another kiss.

 

“Hush, my turn to talk,” he said breathlessly, returning to the ministrations on her neck. “Slowly but surely, Orihime's affections turned towards Ishida, as all of us predicted. She came to me and asked me to kiss her, just to make sure she was completely out of love with me and in love with Ishida.” He raised his head and smiled at her wide-eyed and bemused expression. “Actually, I think Ishida was the one who thought of the idea.”

 

“W-What?” Rukia gasped opening her mouth in complete surprise. “I—I didn't… I didn't know that…” she trailed off, her cheeks burning in embarrassment.

 

Ichigo smiled once again and gave her a brash stare, “Of course you didn't, you kept running off.”

 

“But-”

 

“This time, however,” he said softly, slowly releasing her wrists, running them down her arms and her sides, causing her to shiver with excitement. “You're not going to run away, because I'm going to show you what I've wanted to show you since the day you came into my room for the very first time.”

 

Rukia's eyes widened again, “Show me what, exactly?” She whispered.

 

Ichigo's smile changed from one of conceit to one of kindness. “I'm going to show you, Kuchiki Rukia, just how much I love you.”

 

Rukia gasped as Ichigo closed his mouth over hers.

 

I want you to be happy.

 

Hisana, Rukia thought blissfully, I couldn't be happier than I am right now.

 

Rukia did not wait to move, immediately, her hands were beginning to roam, now that they were free of Ichigo's fingers. His muscles were so tightly wound and so strong, she could feel them beneath the shirt he wore; she slowly ran her fingers down his chest, feeling the tight sinew and the rippling skin.

 

He was still kissing her; his mouth was so hot it was almost feverish. She wanted that mouth; she wanted it all over her, kissing every part of her skin until she burned as hot as his.

 

Her fingers found the ending of his shirt, with an urgency she hardly realized, she tugged it upwards, the shirt came off his back and his shoulders until she was ready to yank it off his head. Ichigo felt his shirt coming off of his body and briefly broke the searing kiss. Rukia tore his shirt off his head and tossed it wetly onto the ground beside them. A moment later, Ichigo was devouring her once more.

 

Her hands were everywhere now, on his back, on his shoulders, on his chest, pinching his nipples sharply, and running her slender fingers down his abdomen.

 

Ichigo groaned at the sensations she was evoking, and only with her hands! Kami, if she could do this to him he had to give something back to her…

 

After all, it was only fair.

 

Hardly a second later, Ichigo released her mouth and brought his arms from aside her head to her hips, gently, he dug into the fabric and yanked it upward. Soon her thighs were bare to his touch but he wanted more, he wanted to see her completely bare.

 

“Rukia,” he panted, bringing his head up so he could look at her passion fazed face, her face was red and her eyes were clouded, “Do you want this?” He asked her, bringing his forehead down so it would rest against hers.

 

She nodded quickly, not trusting her throat with words. Damn that Ichigo and his coherency. She thought wildly. “Kiss me again,” at least that she managed.

 

Eagerly, he complied, kissing her until the room began to spin and the air around her was thick.

 

He broke the kiss and looked her in the eye, “Do you want me to kiss you in other places?”

 

Rukia nodded and suddenly shifted, Ichigo took the hint and gathered the bottom of her dress, pulling it slowly up her body. Her arched form was panting, her chest was going in and out, her breasts rising and falling. Simply the sight of her, breathless and aroused, made all of the blood flowing through his veins redirect south and concentrate into one very hard entity.

 

The dress came over her head and was tossed on the floor, Ichigo swallowed hard at the sight of her flushed body, scantily covered in a pair of panties and a flimsy bra.

 

Rukia remembered thinking the air was rather cold… that was, until Ichigo bent his head and began to suckle her taunt nipple through the thin lace of her bra. Rukia arched against him, her hands tangling in his hair, calling for him, begging him to continue.

 

Ichigo's hands were not idle either, one hand went to her neglected breast, palming it and kneading it while he tugged and tasted the other. His second hand padded his calloused fingers over her soft stomach.

 

And lower.

 

That hand went lower and lower and lower until it was brushing her very core through the thin silk of her panties.

 

The sudden sensation sent Rukia reeling, she jerked her hips upward and felt them collide with Ichigo's. It was then that she felt the very foreign, yet very desired, presence that was pressing so persistently against the front of Ichigo's pants.

 

Her hands came forward and palmed the hardness. Ichigo groaned as her fingers worked, testing, touching, squeezing. It was almost too much for him.

 

His mouth released one of her breasts and reached for the other while his hand skimmed down once more to the front of Rukia's panties. His fingers stroked again, this time with more power. He could feel her through the fabric, she was hot and wet and ready.

 

Rukia was completely numb under the assault of Ichigo's skilled fingers. Each brush would send shockwaves ricocheting inside of her body until she could feel a pressure building inside of her.

 

“Ichigo,” she moaned as she moved her hands from the front of his pants to the zipper, hell, if she was so exposed… well, quid pro quo.

 

She tugged at the button until it loosened and then ripped the zipper down. Rising slightly, she pushed his pants down his long and limber legs. Ichigo took the hint and raised his head from her breasts, within seconds his pants joined his shirt and her dress on the pile on the floor.

 

Almost bursting with impatience, Rukia's hand found the waistband in Ichigo's boxers, she tugged them insistently and he chuckled, he took her hands and removed them from his waist, Rukia was about to protest when Ichigo took her hands and kissed each one of her fingertips.

 

Rukia was quickly becoming a puddle; she let her head fall back onto the bed and moaned for him to continue, to stop, to do something that would relieve the pressure building inside of her.

 

Rukia turned her head once again and hazily watched as Ichigo tugged her bra from her breasts and then slowly slid her panties off her bottom.

 

When her undergarments were successfully removed, Ichigo propped himself onto his knees and looked at Rukia, lying flushed and fevered on the bed, quivering with passion and excitement. Her breathing was labored and her sex was glistening with welcome.

 

“Rukia,” he breathed, softly, drawing his last piece of clothing from his body, “You're so beautiful.”

 

“So are you,” Rukia murmured, appraising his strong body and full length. She smiled at him and whispered, “I'm ready.”

 

Dry mouthed, Ichigo nodded and bent down, positioning himself at her entrance. In one swift move, he was inside of her, deep and delicious; Ichigo hissed at the tight feeling around him and silently thanked the gods for sending him this woman.

 

It only took Rukia a moment to demand more, while Ichigo reveled in her tight passage, she impatiently jerked her hips upward, calling for him to move. The movement startled Ichigo but he complied eagerly nonetheless. Slowly, he slid out of her, and then with a sharp thrust entered her, hitting a singular spot inside of her that made her mouth gape and her eyes grow wide.

 

Ichigo repeated the action, relishing the little sounds that came out of her throat each and every time he pushed back in. A moan, a sigh, broken versions of his name, they were all music to Ichigo's ears.

 

Suddenly she cried out his name and Ichigo felt her inner walls tightening with an incredible force, the tight heat was the push he needed to fall over the edge into the dark abyss. With a cry to equal her own, Ichigo reached his climax and spurted himself into her.

 

A few more thrusts and it was finished. Ichigo collapsed on top of Rukia, he could feel the erratic beating of her heart and her unsteady breathing, they matched his own only too well.

 

“Ichigo,” Rukia breathed, her voice coming in sharp gasps. “I'm in love with you.”

 

Using his last ounce of strength, Ichigo rolled to the side and drew Rukia into his arms, quietly, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and breathlessly murmured, “I'm in love with you too, Rukia.”

 

And together they rested drowsily on the bed, listening to the constant patter of the wind and rain outside their window.

 

There was a whirring sound outside, “I want you to be happy; I want you to smile at any chance you get.”

 

Rukia lifted her head from Ichigo's chest and frowned… who had…?

 

Shaking her head, she laid back down on the bed and wrapped her arms around her sleeping lover.

 

Smiling, Rukia fell asleep.

 

 

THE END.