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Chapter 14
There were two things in life Inoue Orihime most direly regretted right now.
With wide, bulging eyes she sat on the marble floor and her hand-the right one- pressed further into the ground.
Perhaps regret wasn't the right word to use. For if she did in fact used that particular word, bearing that particular definition then it would be indicating that she, the captain of fourteenth division squad hated staring into the half lidded eyes of whirling chocolate and that in itself would be an offense.
After all weren't those eyes really, really, really, really similar to Ichigo's.
At the thought of him, even if just for a mere moment, she brightened, almost forgetting the fact that the top of her head ached but then reality had sunk and she was reminded cruelly that he was dead. Not for months. Not days but years.
A harsh swallow was needed to stop the sobbing throat and wetting eyes. Soon a deep breath came afterwards followed by a tight frown.
She didn't hate his eyes. Neither did she regret staring into them. It was just…just…why?
Her brows crunched.
Why did she have to lean into him!
Why did he have to feel so good, soft and-and cuddly?
Orihime plucked her lips tighter.
Why hadn't she realized as soon as she had yawned, blinking repetitively before rubbing at aching eyes that something out of the ordinary had existed behind her? Not realizing he was there sooner was the first regret but never his eyes and never any of what his physical attributes had to offer and speaking off physical attributes. She was reminded harshly at why her second regret had even existed in the first place.
His physical attributes! His look alike face. When she had peered over her shoulder, meeting his gaze, she had been sent ferociously back into the path of yet another memory.
A memory that almost made her giggle. In the house- Onni-chan's house, her house they played hide and seek. Giggles and laughs dominated the peaceful environment.
Every time Onni-chan was out to work, Ichi-kun though sad would always find something to do to make her happy. That day, she had hid in the unlikeliest of places. Or at least she thought it was unlikely but guessing since Ichi-kun had found her so easily hiding within the washing machine maybe that wasn't so unlikely after all and maybe as he had noted it wasn't very smart either.
She smiled.
That morning had been beautiful then the evening had come. Onni-chan had been declared dead. She broke but broke even more when it was declared that she was to be adopted by some family who lived far, far away from Karukura. Never to see her home. Never to see Ichigo and like always when something terrible was about to happen the rain had begun its descent. It crashed viciously against her skin.
There was a ferocious sensation of fear coiling across her spine, spreading from her heart and thrashing against her soul.
Next thing she knew was the image of a man forcing her into a car. There was no time to say anything to Ichigo who had been running towards the car. There was no time to cry, to break the lock and hug her friend, to apologize for their argument. There was no time to share secrets, to make confessions for already the car was speeding off.
Then. There was a flash. Thunder had rolled and before she could picture the doom that followed, she was back to staring within chocolate, shocked and breathless before it had hit her and she realized that she wasn't dead.
Unfortunately, realizations didn't come for free she gathered for Ichigo had begun extracting his reward in one of the most disturbing ways.
Kurosaki Ichigo had sexually assaulted her.
Again.
And here lies the second problem. Instead of punching him, grabbing her zanpakuto and slaying him down like what all good shinigamis did, all she could do in the mist of his stare was to acknowledge the strange pressure on her right breast with a blink.
The next thing she knew she was on the floor, wide awake, with wide, bulging eyes, wheeling through a bundle of emotions, suffering severely from a massive headache and reprimanding herself for not realizing anything sooner. Not attacking him there and then was the second regret. Being caught within his eyes was the first.
Mortification wasn't the right word to use. Then again maybe it was.
Yet even though she had fall, nothing could distort the pounding heart and heating flames that wafted around her, specifically spiraling across the flesh and prickling whatever freezing thing that might have existed beneath her. Soon she would realize just how high her temperature could really fly for when she had looked up, hand still grasping her aching head, she paused. Shocked. And-And-And.
It was decided. Orihime Inoue wanted to no needed to faint. No! Mentally, she shook her head roughly. What was needed was a restraining order! Had the man really not possess an ounce of knowledge on what the word privacy meant! And how could he not realize that invading her personal space, without so much as a shirt on was in direct violation of the law.
She took a deep breath. And she took another one when he regarded her in slight amusement. Incorrect, she lost her voice. The words to reprimand him was swallowed shrewdly by that speechless aroma. She was. How could one maybe soften the fact? She was speechless. Speechless, maybe in regret when everything had registered and her mouth was insanely dry so dry that even with a mere lick of the lips, moisture however still did not resurfaced and she gawked, wondering why Kurosaki-kun had to look so…so?
Was it okay for her to swallow now? Could she blink?
Why did his chest have to-to-to?
Again, she swallowed. Harshly. Why did his chest, shoulders, everything about him have to look so, so, so. She struggled for the right words….So, so. A shivering breath escaped. So good?
Why did he have to be what did Rangiku-chan called it again? Fit and-and-and just muscley.
Tentatively, she blinked. Was muscley even a word? For a moment she pondered on it but was reminded when his drowsy gaze dropped further to that area below her chin that there were much higher things at state here besides blatantly admiring the hollow.
Once again, she couldn't help but flame at the thought of how long that hand had actually laid there, like that and on her no less. Was he there for a long time? She gulped. Did he do other things to her while she slept? Why was he in her room again!
Orihime blushed furiously when her eyes met his gaze and she allowed them to fall helplessly to the ground. "W-what," she stammered and snapped all at the same time and Ichigo merely closed his eyes, curling a single corner of his lip downwards. "Shinigami," he breathed and she admitted.
Instantly.
With that husky tone, her heart, despite her initial reluctance had skipped yet another beat before panicking. In thick layers her breath swirled. Her chest felt tight. Too tight, too frizzly.
"You're annoying," he stated and Orihime gaped at him, wondering if it was true.
She-she was annoying?
The red head frowned. Many times had her lieutenant regarded her as annoying but never in such a brutal manner unless-
As a matter of fact, now that she was on the line of annoying which ultimately meant he was referring to her as a fly, her lieutenant had given her a rather nasty look just yesterday before muttering, clarifying what she knew she wasn't the very funny fact that she was nothing more than an annoying pest. But he didn't outwardly state that she was a fly. Unfortunately enough, she knew him all too well. Off course Ulqui-kun was joking… Right? Or at least she thought he was. Since when did she care what he thought of her. Ulqui-kun always criticized her and wait a minute, since when did she even thought about what a perverted arrancar thought. Right now! She should be more concerned with the fact that he was invading her home!
He was… Orihime frowned. Deeply. Why did his eyes keep closing only to open a moment later just to linger on her chest before closing again? Was this some type of game? The captain stared at him harder while the espada remained indifferent, never regarding her as he kept his eyes shut and she could have sworn regardless of that innocent appearance that his lips had curled into the tiniest of s-smirks.
Then she realized. There was no time to be studying him. Right now, she should be reprimanding him. In fact, he shouldn't even be in her bed. This was wrong. Oh Kami-sama she had sinned. Again.
"W-Why are you in m-my b-bed?" Instead of the usual captain tone, the flustered tone of a high school girl was used and all that was met was a whisk of thick air.
No reply had been issued. All Orihime could do was to just stare blankly, furrowing auburn brows, biting plump lips and clenching the silky material of her night gown as she inhaled sharply.
Soon, ashen eyes slipped closed and when they reopened, her stare narrowed. Coldly and she muttered through clenched jaws, "Hollow."
Still there was no reply. Whether she wanted to attack him with her hands or to take hold of her zanpakuto was a hotly debated subject. Perhaps both should be done. Perhaps- Orihime paused after she realized he was doing it again. Staring with half lidded eyes, slightly curled lips and for some reason, under the scrutiny of that gaze she felt very, very naked. With deliberate, wicked delight his eyes strolled passed her lips, piercing her nose before landing solidly into her eyes then he closed them and a smile of victory seemed to adorn that darkly shaded face.
The next thing that came out of his mouth knocked her breath away.
"Shinigami." A pause. "You're horny?"
She couldn't breathe. Gray eyes bulged. Almost flying straight out. H-Horny? Now where had she heard the term before.
"Rangiku you're acting like a horny teenager over Gin!"
Tatsuki's voice was firm, hard and just plain disgusted.
"T-Tatsuki-chan, what's horny?" Maybe she shouldn't have asked but she just had to know. She had to know what exactly was being exchanged between both her partners. Blinking ridiculously wasn't something she enjoyed doing as she watched both women bicker. The words, the exclaims and why Rangiku was touching herself as Tatsuki had so said just a moment ago all didn't make sense to her. She just didn't understand. What was wrong with squeezing your breasts and making funny noises?
With a defeated sigh, Tatsuki had smacked one palm against her irritated face. "Why do I even bother with both of you?" she muttered before fixing Orihime her most impassive stare. "Listen Orihime." She pushed a finger out, wrinkling her face. "Horny is when you do like what Rangiku here is doing." A disgusted noise was snorted yet Orihime heeded it no mind, much more focus on the words being emitted from her best friends mouth. An ooing sound was made, urging for her partner to continue.
"Hmm." The spikey haired girl dragged a hand through her hair. Back was that irritated look yet this time however there was something more. A deep crimson of sorts colored her cheeks richly and her breathing accelerated and-and was-was Tatsuki-chan e-embarrassed?
"Listen Hime. H-h-horny i-in the most s-simplified terms is when one d-desires to basically just have s-s." Tatsuki squeezed her eyes shut, pinching her cheeks. "Sex!"
Distorted was the image as the rush of reality hit her and she stared before blinking consecutively. Then the red came, soaking her cheeks and drinking her neck. "H-H-Horny… I-I-I a-am h-horny?"
"Yeah, the gowns transparent Inoue. Your nipples printing."
"I-I'm c-cold!"
Thoughtlessly, he ignored her as he continued. "But then again after last night." His tone lowered. "Can't say I'm surprise."
The red head tilted a head, confused. "L-Last night?" Did something happen last night? She wrecked her brain for a plausible logical reason as to why the arrancar would state something like that but nothing came. Only a thick ache that spread throughout her forehead, thumping at the back left of her brain and her eyes grew when she realized that she couldn't remember anything.
Pink lips parted as she clenched her eyes shut.
S-She couldn't remember anything. Only a blur. Dropping of clothing. Splashes of water. The concrete ground. G-Garbage. And-And last night. What had happened last night before she had got home? H-How did she g-get home?!
Abruptly, a flash of a crowded sweaty room appeared. Loads of people cheered, swishing large mahogany cups of drinks. There was laughter. Fun, happiness and a-a celebration. Yes! That was it. Yesterday, her squad and the entire tenth squad along with a few others celebrated. And-And-And she was drinking so much. And-and Ulqui-kun was in the corner, sulking as always but he did speak to her a few times. Mainly on the matter of bringing shame to fourteenth squad when she begun to mumble words of idiotic lineage and stumble on her own two feet. Now that she thought about it she did fall a few times. But wasn't the party for her? How could she even bring shame to a party that was meant for her? She remembered entering the place with Rangiku, hoping to spend some time with her even if for an hour or less and then the big surprise had came and she couldn't discuss anything. About getting a boyfriend. About these feelings. Feelings?
Orihime's eyes widened. She remember leaving the place to get some fresh air. She remembered thinking about K-Kurosaki-kun and then she had all but collapsed into a pile of soft bags that reminded her oddly of expensive cushions. But if that was the last thing she remembered then how did she end up here.
There was a gasp.
Her gaze dropped to her clothing.
And in this.
Again her mouth opened yet no words could come as she was finally able to take in what she was actually wearing. This wasn't something that she would wear to sleep. The thing was thin, flimsy, transparently blue and s-short. Never would she wear this. A Christmas present that had been discarded almost instantaneously after the gift was unwrapped. Well not instantly. After all she did excuse herself and shoved the item into her wardrobe, without so much as a backward glance and with a very mortified, scorching pink face yet why was she wearing something she would have never wore in this century.
Ichigo narrowed his gaze. He looked like an annoyed kid. "Oi shinigami. Since we slept together, I'm expecting a kid from you. Preferably a boy."
What? She blinked and stared at him in shock. Next she gawked at him. S-S-S-Slept?
S-S-Slept?
Her chest burst.
"S-S-Slept t-together? L-Like w-w-we h-had." Her face burned and he finished for her. "Yes shinigami, sex."
"We-We-We." The red head swallowed harshly and Ichigo tilted a head as if in utter boredom.
"Unfortunately, you've still much to learn."
"H-Huh?"
"But it wasn't that bad. I'd say a D," he muttered thoughtfully as a knuckle pressed lazily against his cheek.
"S-Slept? B-Bad? P-P-Pregnant."
Ichigo snapped his eyes shut and sighed. The creases were beginning to show. Annoyance wasn't the right word to use.
"Yes shinigami now. I'm. Hungry."
Abruptly she stood up. Words not of this world followed afterwards.
Stumbling, Orihime walked shakily towards one of the wardrobe in the far off corner of the room. When the door to the item had been flung open, a long line of shinigami uniforms met his sight. All of which were the exact same. After taking hold of one single hanger, with a trembling hand, she closed the door, turned and begun staggering towards.
A brow arched.
The bathroom door and he frowned before muttering loudly, "Shinigami."
"F-F-Food's downstairs. I-I-I n-n-need t-to b-b-buy p-p-pampers. Yes pampers. I'm gonna be a mummy! And I-I-I'm getting married. T-Tatsuki-chan will kill me. Rangiku-chan will be so happy." Orihime squealed. "And Ulqui-kun will be the flower girl. Hahahaha. And-"
Before the woman could finish her sentence, Ichigo had appeared in front of her right. This time, however, instead of his usual trademark smirk, a blank look hung dangerously across the face.
Brown eyes were narrowed darkly. Hands were locked deeply within his pockets and a single bare foot had been shot forward lazily.
Then it happened.
Orihime surprisingly yet not unexpectedly had tripped. Replacing the incoherent words were a loud squeal and her heart. Her poor heart had shuddered roughly, shaking her viciously. Pink lips parted, stunned. Disheveled hair rattled around her and it was virtually impossible for her eyes to grow any wider than this.
With a low sigh, Ichigo caught her back with a single hand. For a moment, the fall was halted and when it had registered that she hadn't just quite hit the ground just yet, she blinked repetitively.
Breathing it seemed had been quickly forgotten while trapped within brown eyes. Eyes that were. She held her breath and choked breathlessly, "K-Kurosaku-kun."
Each breath that was now emitted, instead of its usual flow, shivered and he replied sinisterly quiet, head lowering, being hidden behind multiple bangs of hair, "Good."
The espada cocked a head when he met her startled face as his lips spread maliciously. "Nice to see I've got your attention shinigami. Thought you'd become like yesterday." He frowned thoughtfully and Orihime's brows furrowed.
Y-Yesterday?
He drew her closer and her heart squeezed tighter, forgetting the strange statement before she flailed her hands around them. "K-Kurosaki-kun w-what are you doing?"
Strands of hair slipped into her lips. Ichigo's lips suddenly hovered above her own. "What's it look like?"
Orihime blinked, face vibrantly red just as a large hand cupped her chin, tilting her head. "Huh?"
"I'm gonna kiss you." And kissed her he did.
Raw. Rough. Harsh. Yet with something more. Something violent, evil yet inkling to that of an emotion. Something that made him want to both stop yet tear her clothes up all at the same time. The funny feeling of her confession it seemed had become unimportant. He didn't care about who killed the brat. He didn't bother to question her more. Anything and everything he was about to ask, to question had suddenly seemed lost, falling deeply within the space of darkness and being replaced viciously by something she always made him feel. Lust.
The hand resting on her back slipped into her hair, grasping her neck and tugging it so that her face was slanted harshly to the side. More access was gained and he took the opportunity of her dazzled state to plunge his tongue further into her mouth, smashing their bodies the more he took. Harder.
The feelings scattering all over her weren't new. It wasn't the first time she had felt like this but this feeling- it was just much more ferocious and then it hit her. For the first time ever, Inoue Orihime realized that she wasn't just feely weely but she was. She was.
She-She was h-horny. She wanted to do naughty things. She wanted.
She wanted more. Her privates ached. Her nipples had become solid and the thing below felt extremely, extremely, extremely, needy. A noise unexpectedly slid from her throat when Ichigo roughly bit into her bottom lip. It wasn't enough to hurt but it was enough to intensify that feeling. That desire. That impulse. That need. To touch. To be touch. His hand, the one that had been cupping her chin, trailed across her side. The sensation made her body curved more into him and she moaned within his throat, pulling desperately at his hair, begging for.
M-More? And-And- Her eyes widened. There it was again. The pressure on her right breast. The touching, the pulling, the squeezing of bare flesh. A-A bra. She-she wasn't wearing a-a-a bra. W-What-W-why? Everything finally registered. Not enough to heal her state but it was enough for her to momentarily be empowered with the ability to gather her thoughts.
Her hand slid slowly away from his hair, running along his neck until it rested against his naked chest. She was reminded oddly on the reason why he even looked muscley in the first place. His chest felt good, hard and so.
Orihime gasped loudly and pushed him as hard as she could away from her then she flee, running straight into the bathroom with a panic speed like no other.
"W-What's going on?" she exclaimed from the other end of the locked room. "Why am I wearing these clothes? Where's my-my-my." She couldn't say it. Her hands grasped her face tighter. This was embarrassing. What had gotten into her? What was she doing? What had just happened? Orihime, realized, she had lost her mind. Oh no, what would Tatsuki-chan say.
She was doing bad things! The woman dropped to the ground, horrified. On the other hand, from outside, the espada simply folded his arms behind his head, unfazed as he regarded the bathroom with that returned look of boredom. "Shinigami that wasn't very amusing just now," he muttered, closing the distance between him and the door.
"W-What's going on! Why are you in my room? You're-you're." What did Tatsuk-chan called it again. "You're a pervert!"
"Tch, says the chick that basically begged to be fucked yesterday."
"F-F. I-I?" She couldn't think anymore.
"Last night you made me a promise." He grinned. "That I could kiss you anywhere. Even confessed some pretty interesting things too."
"L-Last night?" Her head pounded as loud as her heart. L-Last night. What did she do? What did he do? Her head continue to pound. Minutes passed by with her forcing her mind to remember. To flash her memories on what had happened but nothing came, except the few flashes of water, his annoyed face and she was close to him. So close that she could almost smell him even though physically he wasn't there, just represented merely by a vague memory. Her arms were wrapped around him. She felt vulnerable and-and-and. She-she-she had been drunk. He-He-He had found her.
Her eyes grew and grew and grew and grew until the vicious flashing of jumble memories finally became no more and the pound intensified.
Terrified, mortified, horrified.
Orihime realized she really, really, really needed to die right now. Her temperature was blazing hot, skin, from cheeks to toes were flushing pink. The hand squeezing her face tightened and she heard him, on the other side of the room. Practically could she see his movements, the wickedness, the resurface teasing and he said, making her more mortified than that of before,
"Now answer me honestly Shinigami."
Thump.
"Do you think that I'm hot?"
Orihime gasped.
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Rukia stared, watching happily as this um Ichigo look alike-if he could be called that-was, no that was wrong. This kid wasn't anything like Ichigo. For one he was sweet and-and. Her eyes sparkled and she puffed her cheeks out in wicked delight. Ka-Kawai. The child was too cute.
Quickly, her eyes flickered towards the child besides her. His eyes were wide, his mouth was full and the rice cake-her precious rice cake was almost finished. The rumor, in regards to her cooking could finally be abolished.
Ichigo, for once was wrong. His instincts were wrong and the famous saying 'don't judge a book by its cover' had prevailed.
"Rukia-sama where did you get these cakes?" The boy took another happy bite.
"Um I…" Embarrassed, she blushed. "Well, I-I found it. Well I stole it in the human world. But only the ingredients and I did steal a few stuff to add to my kitchen but but they were mostly trash um…listen kid it doesn't matter where I get it all you need to know is that your Rukia-sama did it for you." Nodding her head as if reassuring herself on the validity of her sentence, she crossed her arms, snapping her eyes shut and smiling in victory.
Little Ichigo merely stared at her curiously, obviously not comprehending what she was trying to say before deciding it best not to question her motives. After all he was hungry. He hadn't eaten since he and Orihime-chan had decided to leave Karukura. Not to mention he needed to find Orihime-chan and his eyes widened, realizing that Orihime-chan would be all alone. She could be hurt. Quickly, he hopped to both his little feet whereas Rukia-sama followed, alert.
"I-Ichigo-chan?"
With a carefully concealed face, he murmured, "O-Orihime-chan. I need to find her. She could be hurt, scared. You told me I needed my energy Rukia-sama. Well I'm full and ready to fight off anyone who dares hurt Orihime-chan." His fists tightened. Rukia wondered if it was scientifically possible for a child to possess such intense emotions. He was scowling. Her frown deepened. Like Ichigo. Straight lips, tight jaws, clenched fists. "Ichigo."
Rukia took a deep breath and smiled. Reaching a hand outwards, she rested it gently onto his head, smiling fondly when he met her stare.
"Listen Ichigo. I brought you hear from the desert because this Orihime-chan isn't going to be there."
At the statement, Ichigo wrinkled his face, remembering when he had to hide within the dirty cloth under Rukia's armpits as she travelled towards a place where they were suppose to devise a plot to save Orihime-chan and for him to regain his sustenance. But he was full. Now...now he really wanted to find her. He could sense her. Though small, warm and everything that was Orihime-chan, he could sense this lightness. Just a bit more and he could make out something golden and-and embarrassed. She didn't seemed frightened but that didn't mean she wasn't hurt and-and why couldn't he tell where exactly was she. Why was Orihime-chan even embarrassed? He was always good at picking up her feelings but it felt really strange.
Little Ichigo took a deep breath as he struggled to not panic. He believed in Orihime-chan. She was okay. She was probably looking for him. The child brightened and Rukia watched in amazement at the abrupt change.
Finally it dawned to her that perhaps adult Ichigo had mated with some chick. There was no other logical reason that could explain why his miniature could possess such a happy face. Struggling to not unleash a string of questions, her teeth roughly bit into her lip.
As far as she was concern he didn't know anything. Not how got there. Not why he was here? Nothing but a past that couldn't really help her help him. The only significant thing was a name in which he had offered her.
Orihime-chan.
Hmm, Wasn't Ichigo interested in that woman and wasn't her name Orihime or Rihime or something along the lines. The raven head grinned smugly. So the look alike also shared the same taste in women. Definitely father and son.
Silently, she nodded her head in approval.
"So kid who's your father? He looks just like you right?"
Ichigo frowned, tilting a head curiously as he eyed her strangely. "Otou-san had black hair. He tried to save me but hmmm."His brows furrowed. "The last time I saw otou-san and okaa-san was when I hmm died I think. Orihime-chan died I think two days ago. We were planning to leave Karukura together. I don't remember much after that but otou-san doesn't look like me. Mom's cloggy hat friend says I look just like mom." And he grined.
So pretty. And adorable. Then her eyes bulged as realization registered.
A single bead of sweat trailed leisurely across her face. Suddenly everything had become disdainfully quiet.
"You're- You're dead," she choked out and just when the boy was about to release more information the door slammed opened, startling the both of them as they turned in shocked.
Ichigo wasn't too sure in which he should be surprised at. Perhaps he should be surprised at her bold audacity in breaking and entering his fucking room once again or maybe, just this maybe he should be shocked at the very fact that she was actually capable with the ability to dine with some little brat no less. For fuck's sake this was one more thing he did not need to add to his infuriating day for the morning. First, after the woman had escaped his grasp, escaped sex, he had been thinking about it then as he drew nearer to Hueco Mundo something had pricked against his skin. A shiver of sorts. He felt odd. His head ached slightly as he remembered what she had said last night. Someone had killed the brat and that someone was the kid's father. Ichigo knew he shouldn't be feeling this way. After all he didn't know the kid. Heck he wasn't even the kid. He didn't have a family neither did he care about such trivial things but it was just what she had said. Why had it stung? Why had it felt almost like betrayal? And why –his eyes widened- the fuck was some child doing in his room with orange hair, a scowling face, brown eyes and what the-
Dangerously his eyes lowered. His arms crossed and he pinned the boy with a cold glare.
"What the fuck is going on here?" he growled lowly and nervous, tiny Rukia simply scratched her head, truly at a loss for words.
"S-S-So nice of you to join us." Rukia coughed. "Ichigo."
Little Ichigo's eyes widened.
The raven head patted the kid's head. "Well there's no easy way to say this Ichigo but I think this is your well…son."
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"Ahhh sorry Isshin-san, Masaki-san."
The mysterious blonde man behind the shadows of the building who had just appeared tipped his hat. His clothes clanked as did his staff in response to the gesture. "I'm a little late."
The woman with long golden hair smiled while the man remained indifferent as his arms laid crossed against the other. "Urahara," was his only acknowledgement and the man bowed his head.
"It seems we have a problem."
Urahara stepped to the side and a man with long brown hair and shades that didn't match the night appeared. Besides that man stepped another man. His movements were slow and lazy as the gleam of the moon leisurely shadowed his pale skin. Gold eyes glittered against the color of darkness. The white kimono shook at the gentle touch of the wind and he eyed the two before him sleepily as if he didn't want to be there and their eyes widened- Both Masaki and Isshin.
"This is-"
"Yes Isshin-san." Urahara lowered his head. "This is Zangetsu-san and Hichigo-san."
A bead of sweat bristle against the side of his face and his hands clenched. Isshin gritted his teeth, gazing at the two impassively. "What is the meaning of this? Neither of them should be here!"
Urahara took the time out to pause, allowing a sickening silence to take residence across the darkened skies before finally he sighed. "As I said we have a problem. A very big problem."
To be continued.
Sorry guys! Your zodious-chan is extremely late in this update and this chappie is more like a filler typey thingXD I'm really busy and stuff and blah blah. I'm working, a third year at university and oh my frikken gosh I am over loaded with work so there's basically no time to write but I'm trying my best to get the chapter written but unfortunately I can't promise any quick updates but I won't ever as long as I can help it leave this story longer than two months:D But I'm nervous about this chappie. I have mixed feelings but nevertheless I hope you liked my hard work. I really did work hard on it but even so I am still nervous. *sighs*
Notes: May need some editing. Will edit it up later, I'm too tired but thanks for taking the time to read you awesome people!