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They went back years.
Knew each other since they were in diapers; his mother dragging him along, every time she went to visit his auntie Rangiku. He had always laughed with her, played with her. She was important to him. Even back then, when he was ten and she six, he knew. That's why he had to get away. But she was like a drug; he couldn't untangle himself for long. He had made enough progress all these years, getting away from her, to study. He had almost forgotten her; he had managed to push her memory away. Yet it took him one night to let all his hard work crumble.
One night.
He didn't know what she did in Tokyo or how the hell he had managed to find her. But he did; fine figure with long bright hair. It was hard to miss her even if she wanted to hide. His eyes had lingered more than he liked and he noticed a little late that she was circled. Five fuckers that closed on her like mosquitoes deprived of blood. A chuckle had left him and a dark look came upon his face. Five years later since he last saw her and she still had him wrapped on her little finger.
One of the deadbeats said something about her mouth. Those fucking lips that were plump and bright rosy that smiled and called his name. Those lips she was biting awkwardly and looked nervously around. The deadbeat took a step; that's when he moved.
Rage always slithered in his mind regardless the time and place. He was a ticking time-bomb as many have said. Violence and raw anger was in his blood. And when it came to her, it seems he was a raging storm. Everything was over in a blink; like he said deadbeats. He asked her if she was okay but she kept looking him dazed.
Like she didn't remember him.
He wouldn't tell a soul how that thought made him want to scream and punch the wall until he was bleeding. Instead he scowled and dragged her away from the pile of blood and dead bodies –he called an ambulance much later– and he didn't stop until they were behind the locked door in his dorm.
"The fuck you were doing there?" he tried once more. She was on his bed looking at him awkwardly with those big eyes and fucking hell stopbittingyourlips…. His eyes narrowed dangerously and she shifted.
"A-Ano…" his eyes met hers in a silent collision, "I-I'm sorry but…" he saw her brows merging and his eyes hardened, "B-But, where am I?"
"Away from home obviously." Ichigo shrugged off his jacket, "Why are you in Tokyo?"
He watched her shoulders hunch over her body in defensive, "I d-don't think I should t-tell you." He arced a brow at her innocent façade, "I-I don't k-know you after all…"
A moment passed and she continued looking at him, her lip finding its way back between her teeth; his eyes following every move. He snorted and a cruel smirk broke in his face. Her eyes ate her face as her fists curled around her dress. A very short dress, "Y-You saved me so t-thank you… but c-can I please go h-home now?"
She stood up, her boots clicking as she stepped towards the door. He moved without thinking and he grabbed her. She gasped as he shoved her back and in front of him, her hair flying behind her, "Ku–!"
He didn't know what else to do because she wanted to leave. He kissed her; his mouth conquered hers easily. He tangled his hands with those long copper locks; his fingers tingled at the touch. She was toxic, a drug. Her taste was unimaginable, sweet and sour together. He felt his tongue linger more on certain spots on her lips, before he forcefully plunged through. She gave a small gasp and his spine shuddered. He curled his fist on her hair and brought her closer. Her curves pressed against him and the feeling was enough to make his soul waver.
He needed air. His lungs burned with the need craving for a small gasp. He was afraid to do it, though. He feared she would vanish in thin air, like thin air. So he pressed further. One arm wrapped around her waist and slowly dragged his hand along her spine. He felt her shudder in his arms, her small hands slowly fisting his shirt, unconsciously tagging him closer. His skin burned like never before and his lungs were ready to burst. He didn't care; he could die right there in her arms without any care in his world.
She shifted and then those little fists that wanted him close had begun pushing him back. His mind screamed at him not to let her go, but he noted the possibility of her wanting to breathe. So he lets her. Slowly he pulls back, but not before his teeth leave their mark on the soft flesh of her lips.
She pants softly and her eyes, when they open, are dazed and unfocused. He's easily lost once more at her gaze. She swallows and licks her lips and vaguely he asks himself if she can taste him like he can, "W-Wh… Why d-did you…" Her gaze was too enticing, he was drowning. He kissed her again, full and hard.
"I know you remember me." He kissed her again and this time he moved until he felt her losing her balance. They both fell and when his palms touched the sheets, Ichigo knew there was no turning back. He looked deep to her eyes, the way emotions danced behind the glassy orbs, "And even if you didn't…" it wasn't hard for him to open her legs and settle between, "I'll spend all night reminding you."
He kissed her again. His hand moving up her calf to her thigh, pushing the pale white skirt up, his fingers burning as he touched soft skin. Orihime didn't stop him. And all night with her moans and his groans, he was pleased to hear his name more than once.
Ichigo-kun.
And it never sounded more beautiful.
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"The fuck's wrong with ya?"
The man bore a smile as he approached him and Sora held back a frown, "Grimmjaw." He took a swig from his scotch and slid his eyes back to his sister.
"Heh, careful ther'. Yar gonna get drunk yer ass." He leaned at the wall next to him, eyes predatory glinting at the crowd in front of him.
"Why are you here? Aren't you on guard tonight?" Sora saw the tall man steal a glass of champagne from a scowling maid.
"Be a pain in m'ass, will ya?" scowling he took a swig, "Everythin' is under control. Ulquiorra is takin' a look at the cameras."
"Then shouldn't you be helping him? It seems unfair for him to work while you party."
"The hell's up wit' ya tonight?" Grimmjaw snarled and Sora took another swig. Frowning he followed Sora's line of sight; narrowing his eyes he saw it glaring right back. Lazily leaning on the wall, eyes dark glaring with a menacing scowl and hair messy; it only made Grimmjaw grin like crazy, "This is what got's ya panties in a twist? Fuckin' Kurosaki?"
He saw Sora's eyes narrow and his fingers tightening around the thick glass. For all he knew, Grimmjaw had never seen his boss's son angry. Ticked off or displeased hell yeah, but pure anger or hatred? Grimmjaw wasn't even sure if the man could feel that. And that's when Kurosaki came in. He didn't know how it started or when. Grimmjaw wasn't one who stuck his nose in other's business –that was more fucking Sciffer's job– so he had assumed it was always there.
His line of vision blurred and came to rest on a bright smile, bright hair and bright all. The young miss of the house hopped from one company to another, making small talk with the guests while maintaining the bright atmosphere in the room. Honestly, Grimmjaw had never seen happiest person alive in all his fucked up life. The young miss was like a sun, attracting everything around her either that be good or trouble. And judging by the fleeting looks Kurosaki threw her, it seems she was right in the middle of everything again.
"He aint tryin' anything tonight. House's cabled everywhere an' Ulquiorra is Hime's personal guard, aint he?" Grimmjaw shoved a hand to his teal hair, "The guy's a leech. He aint allowing Kurosaki an inch close to 'er."
"I'm not worried about that anymore." Sora drank the last of his drink and whipped his cell phone out, "After tonight, he won't be touching her again."
And with a last look to the blue haired bodyguard, Aizen Sora was off.
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For all that was worth it, Kurosaki Masaki was having the time of her life. The party was so far great, the guests laughing and drinking. She took another sip from her wine and turned her attention back to her longtime friend, Juushiro. He was holding quite well with his pristine suit and his long white hair in a low ponytail. His face was pale as ever but that was because of the incurable disease that has been bothering him since he was a child.
"You shouldn't be drinking so much, Masaki-san." A smile graced his features making the woman giggle.
"Oh, please, Juu-chan. I can handle some wine." She took another ship, "Besides it's a party, what you expect?"
"I suppose so." Smiling he glanced around, "But the birthday boy is absent as usual."
Masaki barely managed not to spit the wine as she tried to stop giggling, "Mou, Juu-chan! You know if So-chan heard you, he'd be having a feat!" She watched with gleaming eyes as Juushiro shook his head and drunk his wine. With a small smile she glanced around the room drinking in the lights, the space and the people. She recognized most of them, it seemed every man and woman of importance had gathered here tonight for the event.
All but four; Isshin… where are you…
Then the music stopped and everything turned dark. Masaki felt her heart constrict as the guests started murmuring around her. Her hands tightened around her glass and her legs almost gave out on her. She saw Juushiro looking at her strangely and managed to give him a shaky smile. Her eyes fleetingly scanned the room but darkness was all over her. She couldn't see a thing.
Then images invaded her mind. There was a gun, a shout, too many tears and yells and screams and so much blood and Isshin!
A pair of arms closed around her and she almost let out a scream if it weren't for that strong spicy smell and his hot breath on her ear, "Relax, Masaki. Everything is alright." Masaki leaned to his embrace and choked down a sob. A pale hand came to rest on Isshin's strong forearm, trembling.
"Y-You're late."
"Sorry. Sosuke wouldn't shut up." He kissed her temple, "Are you okay?"
She leaned back and graced him with a smile and Isshin sensed her heartbeat slow down, "With you here, I'm always okay."
Isshin nodded slightly but made no other move to release his wife. Instead his eyes searched around and found his son. He was scowling right back at him, his eyes –those deep brown eyes he got from Masaki– flicked only once to the woman in his arms. The head of the Kurosaki clan got the message clearly, he could imagine the sharp tone of his son; the fuck happened. Isshin shook his head and nodded to his son, making the said boy to relax only a little, reassured now that his mother won't be having another panic attack.
Still the boy remained alert, but he was not any different. It's been three years since that incident; he wouldn't expect Masaki to be ready and about just yet.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." Isshin's attention went to the top of the grand staircase of dark mahogany and red and his face contorted in a grimace. Tch, leave it to Sosuke to make an entrance. In his arms, he felt Masaki quiver. Her eyes shot to his in hidden glee as she tried to hold in her laughter. He gave her a grin and together the Kurosaki couple glanced at the newcomers.
They looked like royalty together, sharp elegance and lethal beauty wrapped in two perfect bodies. Together the descended the stairs, the man leading the way for the woman to follow him obediently. But that was far from reality, Masaki noted. Just like Aizen Sosuke, silent and elegant could be quite the mastermind, Matsumoto Rangiku, her dear cousin, was by far obedient. Dressed in a royal red kimono, her strawberry blond curls in a low ponytail over her naked shoulder, she walked with the grace on a peacock. A beautiful, sassy and very lethal (in many ways) peacock.
"And thank you for coming tonight, on the 29th of May, to celebrate along with me and my beautiful family my day of birth." There was a loud uproar of claps and with a smile Sosuke waited for it to pass, "But of course, tonight is not only for me. With us is an old friend of mine that most of you might know. Please welcome Shiba Kuukaku."
Masaki blinked curiously at her husband, "Why is Kuukaku-san here?" she whispered as Isshin scowled when his sister grinned at the crowd, her sharp eyes finding his almost immediately, "Did something happen?"
"Nah." Isshin's eyes never broke from his stare down with his sister. Masaki bit her lip; it seems she still hadn't forgiven him, "Just business."
"And of course." Sosuke's voice boomed, "Her two sons, Ginjo and Shu." He gestured to two men who both had the trademark black hair and sharp brown eyes of the Shiba family. Ginjo, the eldest, was shorter and more muscular from Shu, who was tall and lean; the first holding a smirk while the second a polite smile. She had met the two only once when Ginjo was six and Shu still a baby. Kuukaku hadn't been the best hostess then and Isshin had been forced to take her and baby Ichigo and leave.
Masaki swallowed a lump and managed a smile; she only hoped Kuukaku would be civil enough now after all these years.
"But there is another thing I would like to share with you, my dear friends." Sosuke's smile grew, "A union." There was a slight murmur and Masaki saw her cousin look curiously at her husband. Her pale blue eyes glinted at him in his pristine white suit and red tie and maybe her hands tightened on his forearm.
"A union." He said again, "Between Shiba Shu and my beautiful daughter, Orihime."
And just then Masaki saw two hearts stop.
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So another update. Phew~ It took a while, but that was mostly because I'm with no laptop (ugh, I'll have to work my ass off to get another one…)
Anyway, many things happen here! We saw a glimpse from their past (gah~ that kisssss *squealll*), Grimmjaw made an entrance (please refrain from drooling at you pc) and the Aizen couple had a grand opening for Aizen's birthday (which I researched and 29 May is in fact true…). And yes, you saw right, Rangiku is his wife but before you release any of that nuclear stuff you're holding right now, let me tell you that there's more in their story. Also, we saw something going on in the Kurosaki family but that's a tale for later chapters. And oh-em-gi, Orihime is being married off! To TSUKISHIMA! ...I wonder how our favorite strawberry will take that... hmm...
I know there wasn't much of IchiHime here and you probably hate me and Aizen right now. So I'll tell you from now. Be prepared for next chapter. *evil glint* and that's all.
–Berry.