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[...She belonged to no one else... only him...]
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The doorbell rang piercing the silence in the grand mansion. Footsteps thundering at the wooden floor as she skipped down the stairs. Hair flapping like a large parade of autumn colors and soft voice humming, she opened the grand oak door.
"Hello, hello~! Who is..it..."
She stopped and stared, wide eyes looking deep into dark molded chocolate ones that took her breath away. Fingers tightened around the knob and nails dug into the wood; she took in a breath. He was the last person she expected to see.
"Yo." A simple two-lettered word spoken casually, yet the breathless way he passed it made her knees and legs turn into a jello. His eyes darted behind her for a second, before coming to meet her silver eyes, "Is your father home?"
She slowly exhaled –a breath she didn't know she held– and brought her hand –the one resting on the wood – closer to her chest, mentally trying to calm her racing heart. Dark jeans, thin red hoodie, black jacket and converse wrapping around his tall built; he looked just like another teenager that passed the street. This though was not the case, because this man was by no means a simple teenager. Always scowling and frowning, his eyes piercing and calculating...
"N-No... he's not."
Kurosaki Ichigo was a man not to belittle.
Her fingers curled again, "He and onii-chan went to Tokyo for a meeting..." her knuckles turned white around the knob, "They'll be back next week." her hand brushed back her side bangs.
She watched as he took a breath. Then a step. She swallowed hard when he slowly licked his lip. His eyes felt as spears piercing her head, "Oh, I see..."
He took another step and as reflex she took one back, "That's good..." Eyes wide and heart speeding, she released the door and stumbled back, giving him way to move and enter.
"...that's so good..."
And he crushed his lips at hers.
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Her back was at the wall in a second, his body crushing her with its weight. She tried to resist and fight back, to push him away, because she knew that this was not right. Her body was betraying her though. His kisses, his lips, his tongue... his warmth made her mind fuzzy and her body go numb. She raised her hands and placed them at his chest -broad and hard beneath her palms. She tried to make them push and shove him away; the treacherous things though, lingered on his clothes and her fingers curled at his jacket, tugging and pulling him closer.
He opened his mouth and took her lips again, his tongue coming out to lick slowly her plush lips. As the tip began to slyly slip in, she jolted and tried to move away. The wall and his arms prevented her from doing so. One arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer, while a hand cupped her chin. He sucked and licked and took her every inch of her lips and the only thing she could do anymore was to cling from him, because he had turned her into a walking jello. A whimper was lost from her lips as he bit, teeth digging into her soft flesh as he slowly released her.
Breath heavy, she was desperate for a single shortened out thought. Her knees started to give out and if not for his arms she would be long splattered at the floor. Moist, blurred eyes were drowning into a dark brown sea, yet again as he kissed her. Powerful lips wrapped over hers as with a sharp thrust, his tongue was in her mouth. A soft moan escaped her as the hot pink organ curled inside, touching everything within its range and more and she couldn't help herself, really. Her arms moved and wrapped around his strong neck, her fingers toying with his skin and soft hair and he pressed her closer. His hard body pressed further into her soft curves; he could feel her full breasts crashing into his broad chest. He felt a smirk coming to his lips and quickly covered it by shoving his tongue harsher into her mouth.
He loved her taste; so sweet and refreshing, he wished he could taste it every fucking second of his life. And her body; small and soft beneath him, he wanted to touch her in every way he could, whenever he saw her. It was a first for him. First time in his whole life he wanted, craved something, someone this way. Flings, yes. One-night-stands, of course. But pure lust?
First time in his life. What really drove him insane with this woman was that she didn't know what she caused him; hair long and wavy of a beautiful color that remind him of autumn leaves; red, gold, amber and caramel mixing together to create perfect harmony. She had eyes of the clearest grey that became stormy and haunted when she felt sad or in rare cases angry... more like displeased though. He knew her almost his entire life, yet he really hadn't seen her being angry at almost anything. Her body was heavenly; curves everywhere that was needed to, long perfect legs with soft thighs that wrapped obediently around his midsection, thin waist supporting her full-grown bouncing breasts, soft and tender. And it wasn't just her body, her whole fucking being was what he wanted. Her personality was unique and her childish quirks one of a kind. She was by herself in her own class, away from any mortal being. She was everything he wanted...
And it was well-known that whatever Kurosaki Ichigo wanted, he got. Always...
With a fluent move, he lifted her off her feet; both hands digging into the curve of her ass, shoving her up and into the wall, her legs -those long things- dangling helplessly at his sides. Slowly, as if following a silent order, they wrapped around his slim waist and locked her ankles. Holding tight on him, never letting go. She was always like that. From the first time it happened till even now. She always resisted in the beginning. Sooner or later though, she always let go. Every restrain and thoughts that held her back and always gave in. And he knew it would happen again today. From the moment she opened the door, the moment he laid his eyes on her and the very second he kissed her he knew it.
She was his and his she will remain.
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"What happened?" the question was left dangling in the air as the young woman bit her lip. She locked her eyes with the raven haired woman, glazed hazel eyes piercing her through.
"I f-fell down t-the..s-stairs?" that only made her scowl more.
"Oh, I didn't know floors loved leaving hickeys on you." the red haired woman only blushed deeply. There was a sign –not a normal one– and a groan, "Orihime..."
"I-It's not l-like that! I-I'm... Tatsuki-chan, we-"
"Save it, Orihime. It's not that I demand to know everything. This is your business and I trust you." Tatsuki raised her head and looked at the blushing red haired. Her eyes slipped at the woman's neck and hotly stared at the deep purple signs; her jaw clenched and her fist tightened on her jacket.
"I just want you to promise me something."
Orihime raised her still flushed face; eyes peaking through her thick laces, mouth and chin buried at her dark pink scarf, "What is it?"
Tatsuki sighed again and warm hazel eyes locked with bright silvers, "Please be careful." Orihime's eyes grew a bit, "I don't want you to get hurt."
She let a smile and the ashen eyed woman didn't hesitate to beam back, accepting, even though knowing it was futile; she was bound to get hurt eventually.
"Of course!"
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The doorbell rung again and she rushed to open the door; smoothing down her kimono she reached the handle, "Welcome, please do come in!" Her smile was radiant and it faltered only for a moment when the person in the front door crushed her in a hug.
"Oh! If it isn't Orihime-chan! You grew even more stunning since the last time I saw you, child!"
"Isshin, release the poor girl at once! You're suffocating her!" and that was the truth, though she would never admit such thing in front of the guests. Not only her mother would be displeased, but her father would frown upon her actions and words; and she did not want to displease her father.
"But Masaki~" the man pouted at his wife but one glare was enough to shut him up and release the girl. Still glaring at her husband, she stepped up and her hands reached Orihime's, "Good evening, Orihime-chan. How are you?"
Kurosaki Masaki was a woman Orihime always admired; kind and gentle, she had the air of superiority around her whenever the time was needed. She was adored by everyone and it was very hard for someone to hate her. Hair long and wavy, it reached her hips, tonight she opted to style it in a bun. The tresses of the rarest golden brown and orange color were pulled back, some strands left free to frame her lovely pale face and wide eyes; another beautiful trait of the older woman. Eyes big and wide that ate her face, a striking hazel color with golden tinting around the pupil.
All in all, Kurosaki Masaki was a woman of legendary grace and beauty. And Orihime couldn't but envy and admire her.
"I-I'm fine, Kurosaki-san. Thank you for asking." the smile fell slightly from her face and Orihime immediately cringed; she had gone and upset the woman again.
"Orihime-chan, I've told you countless times before. It's Masaki, no need to be so formal!"
"W-Well, I-"
"Excuse me, but I have to disagree on that Kurosaki-san." Smooth as always, his voice filled her ears as he came and stood beside her, "Orihime is still young and she needs to hold the formalities between the families."
Orihime turned to the man with a soft smile, while Masaki raised a brow and then smiled at the young man, "Sora-kun... I thought you were at Tokyo."
Sora stood straight in front of the Kurosakis and bowed lightly at the two, "Kurosaki-sama... Kurosaki-san..." While Isshin grinned at the boy, Masaki smiled kindly at the young man fully knowing that he wasn't going to comply with her request that easily, "Father wouldn't let me live it down, if I missed his birthday, Kurosaki-san. And besides..." his gaze went to his sister, a shy smile itched at her lips, "I couldn't abandon my sister for a meekly meeting. I'm her older brother; I have to be here for her as much as for father."
Orihime's blush was massive, causing all three adults to laugh. Masaki raised the lower parts of her kimono as Isshin took her hand, "Well if you excuse us" the head of the Kurosaki clan exclaimed, "I believe Sosouke wants to talk about business... again..." as the two stepped away, his wife's delicate laugh echoing in their ears, the beautiful woman turned around with a kind smile, "Ichigo, are you coming?"
From the shadows of the opened door his tall figure appeared and Orihime's heart lost a beat or two. Clad in black and white, Kurosaki Ichigo was standing in front of her, hair disheveled as always and lips at a forever scowl. The black and white cloth did nothing to conceal his muscular form; broad shoulders, firm chest and well-sculptured abs. He looked divine in his formal kimono.
His eyes moved and met with hers and she felt frozen in time; deep and endless his gaze was what rooted her at her feet and made her heart slam harder at its bony cage. She was spellbound to the man in front of her and she didn't know what to do beside sputter and do a messy bow. Sora frowned at the sight of his beloved sister's actions and soon his deep dark eyes fell upon the young Kurosaki. Eyes hard and ruthless he stepped forward, his hand moving protectively to Orihime's back. The action was rendered unseen by the young girl, yet for some reason he wished he knew, it caught the orange haired lad's gaze.
Cold hazel met with harsh brown in a humongous fight of hatred and rage, both men being able luckily to at least control their demonic needs for the other's blood.
"Kurosaki."
"Aizen."
And that was the only thing the two men exchanged after sometime. Orihime took notice of the sudden hostility in the air and decided to step forward, making the two back down from their sudden and unexplained attitude to one another, "A-Ano... Kurosaki-kun!" The man garbed in the traditional black kimono shed his eyes upon her and Orihime struggled yet again for a proper breath, "A-Ano..." she swallowed the lump at her throat, before taking a breath and slightly bowing again, "I-I hope y-you will e-enjoy tonight's e-event, K-Kurosaki-kun!"
She closed her eyes and tried many times over and over again not to think about her squealed-out words. She was acting like an idiot in front of him again and that was unacceptable as her father always said; learn to control your emotions, that ability of yours will come handy in the future.
Ichigo didn't answer her. He merely scowled and with a harsh look at Sora he moved towards his parents. Orihime bit her lip as she followed his back, her eyes merging in a frown. Why he acted like that, she always wondered. When they were little he always seemed so happy and carefree and full of smiles and then suddenly scowling was his first priority. His eyes had become wild and his demeanor serious and seemed unbreakable. And when they were together he didn't change much. The hidden ferocity, the possessiveness and something akin to rage was there always. It felt like she couldn't see him anymore.
"Orihime." She slowly turned to meet her brother, "More guests are coming. You should go and greet them."
Orihime nodded at her brother and slowly moved towards the next bunch of guests that approached. With a last look at the orange haired man's back, she turned smiling and greeted their guests.
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Her last action didn't go unnoticed by Ichigo. The young Kurosaki was watching her like a hawk since she first opened the door, taking in her appearance. A white layered kimono with red printed flowers close at her feet, the red obi tied around her midsection as the top of the kimono fell to her shoulders revealing the soft ivory flesh. Her long hair was tied in a loose bun with chopsticks holding it in place leaving her neck, shoulders and jaw line naked to the world. For him it was too much; too much skin, too many people ogling her, too much to handle… He'd be lucky if there'll be no casualties tonight.
He wondered how Sora had let her dress like that. He hated the guy with passion and the rivalry between the two was legendary. Personally he couldn't stand the guy. Why? Because he always was so close to her. Like when he touched her back caringly with a smile. Ichigo wanted to shove his fist to his face and beat him to a pulp. Brother or not, he didn't like when others touched her. It drove his mind in frenzy. The only thing he could think was mineminemineminemineminemineminemine...
It seemed like a sickening addiction but he coped with it. And then he was seeing her glances and her secret smiles and her soft eyes and her lips that grew to a smile and he wanted so much to just grab her and kiss her in front of everyone just to show them she belonged to him and no one was allowed to touch her…
"Ichigo?"
His mother looked at him worryingly and he gave her a reassuring smile, "Yeah?"
Masaki smiled gently at him, "Are you alright?" carefully she place her hand on his arm, "You went all serious again."
Ichigo scoffed, "I'm always serious, mom."
Masaki laughed, "Yes that is correct. But maybe you could loosen up for tonight." A sad look came over her, "You could have fun."
"Tch. Dad's ruining you."
A pout, "Am I not allowed to worry over you?"
A sigh, "I'm fine, mom."
Masaki didn't miss the sad glint in her son's eyes, nor the way they slid towards the door and back to her again, "Okay, sweetheart." And of course, her son's show down with Sora. Over the years she had passed it as a friendly rivalry but that dangerous ravenous glint in both pair of eyes… it was a friendly rivalry, right?
"Masaki?" Isshin's voice drew her gaze. He was scowling, "Are you alright?"
She gave him a smile, "Yes, dear. I'm alright. Just worrying about the twins."
Her husband gave her a handsome smirk, "Don't worry, Ururu-chan is there with them and I've put guards almost everywhere. Nothing is going to happen, okay?"
"I know, it's just–"
"Masaki." Isshin stroke her cheek, "I said nothing is going to happen. You haven't been out of the house two years now, so this night is also yours. Okay?"
She turned to the young girl greeting the oncoming guests, smiling and bowing politely with swiftness and grace. Then to her older brother who smiled and bowed yet his eyes held power in every glance. And last to her own son who was leaning on a column with eyes hard and calculating, drinking in their host's, her older cousin's, daughter.
"Okay."
Yet somehow, Isshin's promise seemed hollow all of a sudden.
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Ah, new story~ He-he-heee... And to ask your questions, nope! I'm not forgetting about my other unfinished ones. I'm just a little behind schedule because of my block. In You and Me it's rather serious as I've only written ONE SINGE PAGE, (like OMG WHY?!) and I'm not getting the plot going it seems. I know most of you wanted to see IchiHime interaction in the new chapter, so I'm sorry, but PLEASE! Stay uptooned because I'll upload the new chapter... soon... I hope.
So this. I hope you like this new dark theme. It's going to be rather violent as I got Sora and Ichigo ready to claw each others' eyeballs out already. And we have Masaki in! I love her deeply and pay attention she's gonna have a large part in this one. So some of you have guessed it already, but for the rest, this is going to be a Mafia/Yakuza story AU. I might play with the RomeoxJulliet theory (rest assure there won't be any suicide) but for the rest details, you'll have to keep reading.
I mostly uploaded this story just to tell you guys that I'm not dead, still up and kicking and that I'm hoping for a comeback to happen... I swear rejection can be quite hard/harsh on people...
So please review~
-Berry.