Reflection

Chapter 13

The small storage in the ground floor was dark, which was no surprise to Orihime. There was always some kind of electrical problem in that little closet-sized room that made the light-bulb hanging overhead dim and sometimes flicker. It was just creepy being there for more than a couple of minutes, especially after so many people had spoken of ‘strange noises’ that came from inside when the school day was over.

Orihime shouldn’t have been scared of the narrow room. She could see spirits, and seeing none there should have kept her calm… But she still felt discomforted being alone in there. Maybe she should have let someone go with her.

In front of her metal shelves that were painted over in a sickening green color covered a wall from floor to ceiling, holding many bolts of cloth that varied in colors and designs. Behind her, an also metal desk that was probably decades old held some dusty cardboard boxes that had more supplies for the after-school club.

Take one of them and go!

Breathing in deeply through her mouth, to avoid inhaling through her nose due to all of the dust, she reached out for a bolt of red fabric. They hadn’t added plain red to the quilt yet, so she guessed that it would be no big deal to bring that particular color back to the classroom. All she knew was that she had to get out of there as soon as possible.

The fine hairs on the back of her neck rose as some invisible tingling electricity entered the air and her heart thundered inside her ribcage. Her pupils dilated in apprehension before finally her hand wrapped around the satiny roll of fabric to yank it clumsily off the shelf. Her jaw dropped at the force of her bad luck as rolls upon rolls of fabric fell to the floor at her hasty movement. She had to jump back to keep the things from hitting her feet.

Stupid me! Slapping the heel of her palm on her forehead, she immidietly went down on her knees to pick up the fallen supplies. Thanks to the round shape of rolls, she couldn’t pick a bunch of them at a time since they would keep rolling against each other and toppling to the ground.

Stuff like this always happens!, she mentally wailed, leaning forward to pick up a lime green one, accidently dropping the rolls she already had hooked under one arm.

“Ya’ know…? I think I like that position, lil’ hime. We haven’t tried it yet…”

Her heart skipped a beat as she slowly turned her head to the side to look at the owner of the familiar evil voice.

Crossing his arms the Hollow was leaning casually against the old desk, his head cocked to the side and that ever-present hungry smile curling his pale lips. He still had on the school uniform, meaning that he hadn’t even gone to the clinic to change and he was as pale and as inhuman as before. She blushed at realizing what he meant with ‘position’. With the way she was on all fours with her rear straight to him, she was practically offering herself to him.

And Kuchiki-san?!

His smile faded when she stood up with some effort and turned around to ask him just that.

“Where’s Kuchiki-san?” for once, her voice didn’t quiver nervously at his nearness, not that it took away the fact that she was still uncomfortable around him. She would probably never get accustomed to his dark cloaking presence even though she had learned to secretly enjoy it.

“What the hell kinda greeting is that, lil’ hime? I thought you missed me,” there was a sulkiness to his tone that made a reflexive tightening in her womb appear. Even his demonic voice and glowing eyes were a turn on. She hadn’t noticed how truly brilliant those diabolical orbs were until that moment. They were a glowing gold, more like two hot suns. Their piercing quality was more intense in the darkness and regardless of the abnormality, she thought they were simply…

Beautiful. She was delusional already in finding something so frightening attractive. It was his lack of humanity that made him a thrill to her. He may have bore a strong resemblance to Ichigo, but he was different in everything else, other than coloring. It was in his attitude, the way he moved, talked and how those eyes undressed her so slowly.

Her panties were becoming damp at recalling what they had done in her apartment and in an effort to keep him from knowing of his effect on her, she squeezed her thighs together awkwardly which in turn had his frowning face brighten into a smirk.

“You did miss me. I can already smell the lil’ leakage you have… Maybe I could fix that lil’ problem. Must be botherin’ you so much…” he moved away from the desk in that strange grace of his to approach her and in alarm she took a step back and held up a shaky hand to stop him.

“H-Hollow-san… I can’t! I mean we can’t!” she grimaced at the bittersweet twinge that erupted in her womb as she rejected him. Her body literally screamed in protest.

He stopped his approach and scowled at her. The malice in the glare of his eyes took her breath away and she knew at that instant that she had to very careful when around him.

“Remember the last time you disobeyed me, lil’ hime… I had to punish you,” his voice was low and soft, though his glare was sharp and dangerous, full of warning and physical threat.

Gulping, she took another step back, still holding her hand out in front of her, until her back hit the shelves of fabric bolts. He had scored her chest with his nails when chastising her for refusing him that night. It was a minor pain she could put up with again just so she could be free of pretending for a while, even though pushing his advances away was one of her many lies.

“Please, Hollow-san… I can’t do this anymore. Everyone will know…” she whispered brokenly, her eyes beseeching him.

A wide smile spread his lips, though his eyes had that glow of warning. “You really need to stop giving a shit about what others think, lil’ hime. I know you don’t care anymore…”

He was saying it. The truth she denied confessing to herself. That she didn’t care who she had to hurt in order to seek out some… pleasure. He freely offered that in exchange for the things she already desired; therefore becoming an unlikely source of comfort because of his lustful needy attention and total disregard of her childish sensibilities.

She really needed him. It was almost hard to breathe at the thought of not having him again. Her body thirsted for the guilt of sinning and getting away with it. She only wanted him. Ichigo completely disappeared from her mind when his Hollow came after her.

“You want me to fuck you again, don’t you?” he studied her upset features slowly, his gaze feeling more like a tongue running over her skin. It was odd how he could do that just by looking at her. “You need to feel me. If I leave right now, your whole lil’ perfect world is going to crash n’ burn,” amusement entered his voice and soon to her dismay, he neared her.

In spite of her back already pressing against the hard metal shelves on the wall, she flattened herself and held stiffly, waiting for him to haul her towards him at any second.

“No, I don’t need you…” she lied and clutched her eyes closed when his strong body heat started to burn her exposed skin when he came closer.

“You liiiiie,” the word ‘lie’ came out melodiously, sung out like in a child’s taunt. “Your pussy is begging for me. See how you tremble? Yeah, you want me so damn much that if it weren’t for those shelves holding you up, you would be on the floor… maybe guzzling up my cock like a cum hungry slut. I’ve noticed how you like to swallow it all up.”

A whimper shook her body at his words. He was telling the truth so vulgarly and the more those crude words left that devilishly smiling mouth, the more she wanted him.

“You’re fighting a battle not worth winning, lil’ hime. Is it worth it?” she opened her eyes to look at him in confusion. Seeing that he had her attention, he scoffed, “You don’t even know why you refuse me anymore, stupid girl.”

“I-I don’t want my friends to suffer…”

His lip curled in a snarl and his brows shot up.

“Friends? Suffering? So you’d let that pussy weep just because your friends don’t like the thought of you getting some?” she shivered. What he was saying was evil. She couldn’t just give in like that! He made it sound like her body was more important than the emotions of the people she cared for most.

“You don’t understand, Hollow-san-!”

“I don’t see the need to understand stupid shit that would just drag me down. To be honest, talking about it now makes me want to vomit. What a bunch of bullshit!” he spat, making an immaturely petulant face.

“I’m sorry…”, she lowered her gaze to the bolts of fabric on the floor.

“So… Do you want to continue boring the shit out of me with this whole ‘it’s so wrong’ crap, or do you want to fuck?”

Shocked by his casual attitude, Orihime gasped sharply and snapped her eyes to his bored ones. “How could you-?!”

“I say something like that?!” he imitated a high-pitched feminine tone to complete her question. Snorting as she gaped at his scornful impersonation, he added, “You’re cute I’ll give you that much, but you sure can be annoying with this whole friendship nonsense. Give it up would ya’!”

“You’re… you’re so cruel!” she breathed as if realizing it for the first time and he just grinned.

“Get used to it. I ain’t gonna change, but that’s what you like so much, right? You like it rough and I give it you just because I’m cruel enough to do it unlike those coddling friends of yours. ‘Sides,” he lifted a shoulder in a shrug, “we don’t have much time for chitchat. That Kuchiki bitch is waiting for King to go back to act like her lil’ lapdog.”

Kuchiki-san is waiting for him?

“Lil’ Hime… You are startin’ to annoy me again. I could think of so many ways to hurt you… Hell! I could think of a bunch of ways of making you be a good girl! So… Make… Your... Choice…,” he grounded out the last words slowly, taking a step with each one until he was mere inches from her.

Fear and lust. What a strange combination. The Hollow owned her and her traitorous body, especially her excited core that was fully aware of his ownership. No one could ever equal him in her eyes.

I can’t keep doing this! It was almost physically painful to deny him. Her stomach kept clenching tightly by just having the heat emanating from his body brushing her skin without really touching it.

“Just give up…” he whispered and her legs buckled underneath her when he finally pressed his body gently on hers. When she almost succumbed to gravity, he pressed his chest harder against her breasts, rubbing them on contact.

I can’t fight him. I don’t think I will ever be able to… I…

Her face growing hot with something other than shame, she raised her arms and cupped his pale smiling face in her small hands. His eyes twinkled in triumph at her obvious actions, and she didn’t care. She was going to be the one to make the first move this time.

Yanking his face to hers, she crushed her lips on the smirking pale ones. His teeth bruised them, but when he got used to her mouth on his, he opened up for her. Moaning at getting some reaction out of the arrogant Hollow, she snaked her tongue inside and licked at the roof of his mouth. Anxious to get some relief for her soaked sex, she lifted one of her legs to wrap around his hips, hungry to feel that long column of flesh that had fit so perfectly inside her.

A chuckle rumbled in his throat as one of his hands caressed the skin under the thigh of her raised leg. His skimming fingertips were feathery light, which made her pulsating inner walls flex fiercely in frustration.

He’s doing it because he doesn’t take me seriously. The Hollow was barely participating, letting her take the lead and his lack of aggressive response irked her.

Giving into the frustration he was creating, she suddenly lowered her leg and pushed his face away. His abnormal eyes looked down at her, puzzled.

“Don’t tell me that was it,” he whispered disappointedly and for a moment she noticed how open he was. The Hollow didn’t hide things from her. He wasn’t that different from her. In public, he was ‘Ichigo’, but with her, he was crystal clear. Transparent. How could she not have seen that? It was strange to know that now. The differences between him and Ichigo were more pronounced. Ichigo tried to shield his emotions by falsely acting tough or uncaring when he was cowering inside, but his Hollow… didn’t do any of those things because he simply didn’t care.

“No…,” she bit her lip shyly, “that’s not it…”

The smirk that was growing on her returned to his face and that was what did her in. That cursed blatantly sexual smile. It spoke of intense anticipation that contorted his sharp features to be easy to read. It was so raw.

I don’t care anymore!

Standing on the tips of her feet, she kissed him again, harder and more desperately. He laughed against her moist probing lips, wrapping his arms around her, his bold hands lifting the back of her skirt to cup her panty-covered bottom. He kneaded her flesh harshly, jerking her body flush to his, pulling her weight slightly to lift her straining tiptoed feet off the floor.

His tongue brushed hers playfully as he boosted her shorter frame higher and on instinct, she wrapped both of her legs around his hips, that promising erection pressing on her sex more firmly. It still wasn’t enough for her and she whined against his mouth, rubbing herself on that hardness. The hands squeezing her bottom then rose slightly to push the panties down, but being enclosed by her strong legs kept them from lowering the thin cloth too much.

A growl of annoyance passed from his mouth to hers as he spun them around to where the table was.

Part of her mind was rather worried about the supply boxes and the sturdiness of the ancient table as he removed one of his hands from her behind to knock things off. She held onto him fiercely and blindly, not once losing hold of him when he leaned over to harshly clear the table for them. A moment of fear had her cry out when her back hit the hard metal of the table and he tore his lips away from her hungry ones.

“I like it, but if you don’t loosen up, I will have to rip those clothes off,” he whispered breathlessly and she blushed at how desperately horny she had been acting.

“Sorry…”, she always apologized for something and a flash of annoyance glinted in his eyes as her legs slackened enough to allow him room to remove her panties.

“You’re too submissive sometimes. I won’t kill you if you get a little wild,” he said, his fingers going under her skirt to tug at the waistband of her underwear. Lifting her hips up a couple of centimeters off the cool metal, she helped him in taking off the cloth. Once he pulled it away from her ankles, he dropped it somewhere on the floor.

“Unbutton that damn shirt. I like seeing them,” his brutal honesty was almost comical, but she was careful not to laugh as she began to open up her school blouse, loosening her little red tie and baring her lace covered mounds to him.

“Damn shame we don’t have much time. Good thing you’re wet enough though.”

It is a shame…

His tall frame covered her smaller form and those thin lips crushed hers once more, probably to keep her from screaming too loudly. One of his hands cupped her breast, a forefinger rubbing back and forth over the soft cloth, hardening the nipple underneath. Needing more, she pushed her chest up higher to encourage him to rub harder.

Please! Please just do it!

Her sex was on fire and he refused to push himself in. She hoped that her whimpers and the way she thrust her hips searching for his was enough of a way to tell him that she was ready for him.

Anxiety to be impaled had her hips writhing futilely, like a feline seeking petting and eventually he gave in, his free hand moving to the front of his pants. She could hear the popping of his zipper and the rustling of cloth as he took himself out. She didn’t need to see him to know that he was positioning himself at her entrance.

Yes!, she cried in her mind when the hot rubbery cockhead brushed her moist pubic hair. Finally, her insides would be stretched as they became one violently moving being.

He thrust harshly into her and her pulse quickened in the joy of it. That thickness widened her snug hole that practically gripped and eagerly sucked his tool deeper inside. He gasped at how she jerked her hips up, those muscles still clenching naturally around him.

Growing bolder, she dared to touch his broad shoulders that were similar to stone. He punched his length into her again, knocking the wind out of her. He wasn’t joking about there not being any time, so in attempt to speed things up, she lowered her hands to grab his bare buttocks. Normally she would have been too shy to pull something like that off, but they were going to be moving really fast. Scratching her nails across the smooth skin, she thrust again and he pushed back, grinding them together roughly.

She was lucky that he was smothering her cries, otherwise the whole school would have been there trying to rescue her.

With a rotation of his hips that had his tool hit sensitive never touched points within her, he then began to pound into her in earnest, almost drilling her hips to the metal table. It was hard to bother keeping up with him, which led her to raise her legs higher so her feet were in the air, giving him a better angle to deepen his relentless piston-like hammering. It was a miracle that the table wasn’t breaking under the force he was using.

Her eyes widened as he began to hit one particular spot within her. With every punch of his organ, he hit and pressed it, making her wetter, and closer to orgasm. She was sure that she wasn’t that far away from coming if he continued on that way. Whatever the spot he had found so much interest on was too easily stimulated.

Bracing his upper weight on his arms, he pulled his chest back so his eyes could take in her lusty expression before looking down at how her breasts bounced at his violent tempo. She had to grind her molars to prevent any screams from escaping her at how sexual he looked. From the angle she had taken, she could see how her skirt had bunched up to her waist and his pale hips were thrusting in quick deep strokes between her bare thighs. Though he had most of his clothes on, seeing him so frantic to reach orgasm was quickly pushing her over the edge.

She arched her back off the table, curling her spine when she shuddered wildly at the incredible release of her wound up muscles. The screams she was forcing down came out her clenched teeth in hissing cries. He punched into her a couple more times, one of his hands taking hold of one of her breasts to grip it punishingly as if to force down the need to shout. All the sound he gave of relief was a grunt as her insides were coated with his semen. She could even feel some of it escaping her stretched and filled sex, dripping out down to the crevice of her bottom, and covering the outside of the small untouched hole there with warmth.

It wasn’t long before she felt him slip himself out and pull away, the euphoria of pleasure gone passed crushing down on her as the heat of his body abandoned her.

“Sorry… lil’ hime. Someday we’ll have more time.”

With her legs still spread and her swollen folds leaking both of their combined fluids, she closed her eyes at their reality. He could never be completely hers. He was a part of Ichigo, meaning that he also in some bizarre way belonged to Rukia.

Why do I keep torturing myself and everyone else?

Sometimes the happiness of one person meant the heartbreak of another.

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Author’s Note: I bet a lot of people are wondering : When the fuck will Rukia find out?? Hehehehe… Don’t worry, she will find out in a couple of chapters, but it’ll be DRAMATIC. Yes, I plan on making it very traumatizing for her. There’s certain issues regarding her relationship with Ichigo that I think you guys saw in the chapter labeled ‘Rukia’. Like the fact that she had obsessively pursued Ichigo KNOWING that Inoue had feelings for him. So yeah, there will be a ‘lesson’ for her in this story, as well for Ichigo. A bunch of people will be like: HOLYFUCK that was MEAN! when they read what I have planned, but it… *sniffles* has to be done.Just in case, I just wanted to tell you guys that this fic is actually kinda of a prelude to other fics and odd pairings. Thanks to Boogermeister for the review! =) (loved seeing FemIchi being served in ‘turns’ LOL. Soooo lucky and with those two pervs no less!) At bleachfan7 thanks for pointing that out! But I like to make it a lesson for everyone surrounding Orihime as well. Hichigo pushes her into being the exact opposite of what others expect her to be, into giving into the darkness she refuses, so he’s both traumatizing and helping her in some way. A lot of emotions will be played in here and to tell the truth Ichigo is probably the most clueless one, since he’s really bad at reading people and seeing things he doesn’t want to see. Probably out of all of her friends, he’s the least understanding one. I hope you continue liking the fic! On another note this chappie was written since I felt that Hichigo needed a ‘quickie’. He seems like the ‘I need to let out some frustration’ type. (kinda sucky lemon. I think. I’m not used to writing quickies. I probably made a bunch of mistakes; I just really wanted to capture their desperation.) At brainfear hope you like chapter! Hehehehe