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New Memories In The Rain
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But he hadn't forgotten about Tatsuki. Oh no, she was right up there on his list, second only after today's events. He still had some things to even up on.
…
He hadn't forgotten about her, but at that moment all he wanted to do, and did do, was stand in the rain. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as his wet clothes got even wetter and he let the rain continue to wash away his pain. Unlike Zangetsu, he wasn't able to keep his coat blowing in some nonexistent wind at all times, and with the added weight of the rain his entire physique was conformed to by his clothes.
And then he smiled. He smiled so brightly the flashes of lightning could be reflected from his pearly whites.
Then he started laughing.
It started small, like his body was getting used to the previously unused act, then it gradually got louder and more vibrant until the thunder itself seemed to pale in comparison to the rich mirth coming from the orange-haired savior. Finally, he was finally free. He had never felt so light, so unburdened; it was like a pep talk from Rukia that's high never ended. He couldn't get over how light he felt, and even as his clothes weighed down on him and his hair lost all its spikes to the rain, he felt like he could jump into the air and fly into space with just one bound.
Well, he could anyways, but that was a minor detail to him at the moment.
He fell over in his laughter and even on the cold wet concrete, all he could do was cover his eyes with his forearm to try and stop the tears falling from his eyes, out of relief or merriment he wasn't sure. It was getting hard to breathe, hard to see, hard to move, but he just couldn't stop. He could feel his reiatsu growing in the air, vibrating in tune to his laughter, just as light as he was. His soul was at peace, and in that peace it had found a freedom and power more frightening than even Ogihci. He was embracing his heart and his love, and for the time being his anger and hatred were a thing of the Past.
So he forgot to control his reiatsu a little. What's the worst that could happen?
The deep wail of a Menos broke through the thunder.
Then another.
And another.
And yet one more.
It came to the point that the resounding echoes of the Hollow's roars made it seem like an army of them had come in response to the incredible reiatsu. Ichigo stopped laughing, but his mouth widened into a sick smile from under his forearm, still held steadfastly over his eyes. Then the same chuckle started again. "I guess that week of fighting still didn't teach them. Heheh…I wonder if they'll ever learn. Oh well, this is perfect."
The light chuckle quickly grew into a bloodcurdling cackle as his other hand reached for his medallion.
And yellow light began emanating from under his forearm.
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Isshin, Yuzu, Karin, Rukia, Tatsuki, Chad, Uryuu, and Orihime were all enjoying the blessing that was a warm bowl of soup when they felt the reiatsu in the air change. They could practically
touch the laughter and lightheartedness radiating from the spiritual energy as it rippled over them. Even Yuzu—whose spiritual power had been the slowest to grow in the entire Kurosaki family, though it had finally advanced enough to be useful—could feel the difference in the air's aura. Every single person in the room basked in the loving glow the reiatsu exuded for as long as they could; and since they were so busy doing that, just like a frog that doesn't jump out of cold water because they don't realize it's gradually warming, they were unprepared for the Menos' cries in response to the happy reiatsu that had gained a frightening amount of volume over such a short time. That was Ichigo all right. No control whatsoever.
The Kurosaki's and Tatsuki were probably the only ones surprised when the happy reiatsu started burning with sadistic glee as the Hollow's roars grew; and when the blood-chilling laughter coursed into the guest house, Rukia, Tatsuki, Chad, Uryuu, and Orihime were up right away and running out the door. Karin followed out of morbid curiosity at the sounds she knew her brother had made, and Yuzu followed her because she had heard those sounds for the first time.
Only Isshin remained seated, calmly sipping his soup as the others ran out the door. "Sheesh, kids these days. Those kind of Hollows are child's play to someone like
my son."
And he went back to his coffee and soup like the calm, weird father he was.
…
The sight the seven were greeted with when they reached where all the reiatsu fluctuations were coming from was the stuff nightmares are made of, but in this case it seemed that the person that would be having the nightmare was
overjoyed. Ichigo stood calmly in the air above them, facing down six giant Menos Grande's around the size of decent skyscrapers. It was like a witness looking at a line-up of criminals, as all the giant Hollow's were standing in a semicircle-like line, seemingly trying to get up the nerve to attack the calm captain casually spinning his huge zanpakutou at his side by its hilt's cloth. They could practically
see the reiatsu waving in the rain around him and his sword as the face-off continued, but they all knew this reiatsu was different from his regular.
That was confirmed when he turned his head down to look at all of them, and a masked face was welcomed into their view. Karin and Yuzu promptly froze on the spot, staring up at their Hollowized brother, whose glowing yellow eyes softened at the looks of terror and astonishment on their features. He wasn't about to be distracted for too long though, for his spinning blade seemed to be crying out for the purification of the monsters before him.
"
Eeny meeny minee moe, who's the freak that's first to go?" he parodied maniacally as he pointed down each Hollow individually before bringing the finger up to his masked chin to contemplate.
The largest, and by far most malicious, reiatsu lay right in front of the Hollows but the new arrivals held large stores of their own, and naturally the two youngest caught their attention easily. Yuzu particularly, because of her innocence. The Menos on the far right looked down greedily before lunging her, and unlike before, Yuzu could see the monster and grabbed onto her sister in fright. Not like Karin knew what to do any more than she did. She had tried to face one of these abominations before, and her soccer ball had absolutely no effect on the giant.
She forgot who she was surrounded by, but that didn't matter, for Ichigo's eyes followed every step of the monster trying to get to the buffet of spiritual power behind him.
A wall of wind and water seemed to rush over Karin and Yuzu as the monster's charge was ended, and they both opened their eyes cautiously to see what had happened. Lo and behold, their brother stood protectively in front of them, using only one hand between the monster's buggy yellow eyes to hold him off as his damp kimono stuck to his arm. Their stares of terror turned to ones of astonishment at their brother's strength, and this time Karin held no fear in her gaze when her brother's head turned to face her again.
"
Don't worry; it'll be a cold day in Hell before I allow anything to touch my little sisters." He looked over at Tatsuki momentarily.
"Hey, think fast." With that, the hand on the mask of the Menos moved faster than the eye could follow and threw something at his fiancé before it went back to where it had been before and held off any continued charge. Tatsuki barely got her hand up in time, but thankfully she did and she felt something land in her open palm. Looking down, she saw it was Ichigo's Substitute Medallion.
"
What are you waiting for lieutenant;you gonna help me or not?" Tatsuki's smile of understanding could have beat out the sun had it been out.
Thus, a stunned Karin and Yuzu looked on as Tatsuki slammed the medallion against her chest and her Soul Reaper form was pulled from her body. Not only that, but Chad summoned his power and his arms were encased in his strange Hollow-like armor just as Uryuu activated his bow and Rukia's gigai's personality was replaced with the one thing more terrifying and evil than any Hollow: Chappy. Orihime on the other hand took a defensive stance in front of the still shell-shocked Karin and Yuzu. She was no longer ashamed of her protective abilities, she could still attack if need be, but what she wanted to do more than anything in the world, was protect.
The Kurosaki sisters could only stare at them, these powerful creatures that seemed to be something other than human. The fact of the matter was that three of them
were something other than human, but that fact went unnoticed. It was also amusing to see how enamored Karin was by her older brother's new white jacket that covered his black shihakushou. She had met someone else with that before, and that meant one thing. Her older brother was a
captain. "
Oh, and by the way…" Ichigo began offhandedly as he turned back to the Menos still at the end of his left hand,
"…you, freak, just became number one." He tightened his grip on Zangetsu and easily slashed through the giant mask in front of him, while the blue crescent-shaped beam that was the Getsuga Tenshou ripped through the Hollow's entire body in one clear gash as it followed the blade's trajectory. Raindrops flew everywhere in the huge shockwave released by the torrent of energy, and the Menos' death wail went unheard as it evaporated on its way to Soul Society. By that time Tatsuki had already called her blade out into Shikai and was at her fiancé's side.
"What'd ya want me to do Ichigo?" she asked seriously as she stayed in her fighting stance just in case one of the other 'freaks' decided they wanted to try their luck.
She had never seen Ichigo take control of a situation before, but he evaluated the people around him and the enemies too with the calmness and experience of a veteran warrior, and she could feel the waves of his reiatsu like he was using it to fully gauge the situation. Suddenly he straightened.
"Rukia!" The woman in question turned to face him immediately. Without even waiting for her to say anything, like they had done this a million times before, he ordered,
"You take the one on the far left. Chad!" The same thing happened when his name was called.
"You take the large one in the middle." He turned to Orihime, who was still behind him, a last line of defense between the captain-class Vizard and his family.
"Orihime…please protect my sisters." The orange haired young woman nodded seriously.
"Uryuu…" He stopped and his smirk was visible from between his mask's teeth.
"Do whatever the hell you want to, Quincy, but I'd suggest you take the one closest to Orihime." Uryuu smirked back in response and he nodded as he righted his glasses on his face to try and hide the twitch of his lips from under his wet hair. He was as much a part of the group as any of the others, but still Ichigo respected him enough to treat him like he wanted to be treated, even if it was all an elaborate—albeit fun—game of taunts between the two of them.
"What about me Ichigo? What'dya want
me to do?" Tatsuki asked again. She was growing worried that Ichigo didn't want her to fight because of the injuries she had gotten the last times she had tried to fight real enemies.
Ichigo looked down to regard her gravely.
"You…you, fight the Arrancar behind them all." They all started in surprise as he pointed behind the giant Menos' and sure enough, standing in the air maybe fifty meters away was an Arrancar. It may have been a broken mask, but it was still more Hollow-like than humanoid. Tatsuki's prideful smile at her assignment didn't go unnoticed by Ichigo.
"Tatsuki, I'm not giving you this to test your abilities, I'm giving you this so you'll learn to use your abilities." She gave him a confused cock of her head, but this was quickly explained when Ichigo's already deadly eyes darkened further.
"ALL of them." Her eyes widened with understanding.
She nodded her head and prepared to run off into the distance for her battle when all the sudden Ichigo had grabbed her arm and pulled her back into his suddenly unmasked face to give her a searing kiss that reminded her so much of their first. He pulled away slowly as he suckled her bottom lip and licked his lips as he looked down on her heatedly. "Damn I've missed that," he confessed breathlessly. Tatsuki had a hard time convincing her body not to swoon, but she succeeded eventually. "Now, go give'im Hell."
Tatsuki smiled, gave him a wink, then turned back to her target and called out her mask. Her reiatsu burst forth just like her fiancé's always did when he called upon the power within, and she ran towards the Arrancar with typical Shinigami speed aided by a Hollow's power, which made it anything
but typical.
Karin and Yuzu were extremely surprised by the appearance of Tatsuki's mask, and since they had never seen it before, so were Chad and Uryuu. However, they had been given their 'orders,' and as such they didn't dwell on it and ran right ahead to their own battles. They had dealt with the Arrancar's Arrancar, in other words: the Espada, before and they knew these battles would be nothing. Still, Hollows were Hollows and any left alive in the Living World could mean death for some innocent soul.
Ichigo shielded his face from the onslaught of reiatsu and roars that suddenly assaulted the air in shockwaves as the battle commenced between his friends and the monsters he had been crowned King over. He looked behind him and was relieved when he saw the orange triangle of Orihime's barrier protecting herself and his sisters. Sensing their eyes on him, he saluted them sarcastically, but on the way down his hand pulled out his mask.
"Well, I'd better get going too." And he too sped off to the nearest Menos that was unattended.
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Karin and Yuzu had never seen anything like it.
These people were as at home at battle as they were at their actual home, and if they didn't know any better they would have thought they even
enjoyed it. Actually, they
did think that. With Chad and Uryuu it was hard to tell, but it was written in their movements that they were enjoying their fights. That was probably told the most in the fact that they had yet to destroy their enemies, instead only destroying limbs at a time, causing pain to the Menos' yet allowing them enough time for their Instant Regeneration trait to grow back aforementioned destroyed appendages. Arrows blasted hands and fingers as the enemy tried to squash the smaller opponent but to no avail, as Hirenkyaku flew him away from any attacks with time to spare to launch painful counterattacks.
It seemed Chad was enjoying sparring with his opponent too, as the idiotic Hollow kept trying to hit the large young man with fists unaided by spiritrons or even reiatsu, just plain brute force. Needless to say these were easily blocked by his famous right arm, and his destructive left arm obliterated or stopped the attacks with the same amount of ease. The blasts of reiatsu were felt even from behind Orihime's barrier and Karin was awed by the exponential increase in power by the giant from what she had first witnessed back when his power had first displayed itself.
With Rukia, emotion in general was hard to decipher because of her admittedly impressive acting skills; however with any chance of death or injury all but completely gone, she was smiling as she fought. It was strange to see such a small woman fight such a gigantic monster, but with Sode No Shirayuki in her hands the Hollow was as good as dead from the start. She didn't finish it off either, just like Chad or Uryuu, instead all she did was inflict major cases of frostbite to her enemy, which in other words meant completely encasing limbs and-or areas in ice.
Then there was their brother. His wet haori had nearly become transparent against his black kimono in the rain, but it was as if that was ignored entirely. He was smirking and laughing through the mask that split with his mouth's movements, giving the same second-mouth effect all Hollow's showed in the darkness behind their masks. His voice was the same eerie echo of himself and the laughs were that of overjoyed bloodlust as Zangetsu twirled through the air in Ogihci's patented fighting style. The giant blade flew through parts of his enemy like a hypodermic needle and disemboweled whole areas at a time when it was pulled back through the hole it had created. The Hollows tried to land an attack in any way possible, but all means of attack, or defense for that matter, were instantly destroyed when the slightest muscle movement indicated any sort of technique. It was almost too cruel to watch, but the pain only made the enemies madder and that blocked any sense of pity that might have been felt for the monsters by the two girls.
They hadn't forgotten the other major player in this little production, for they could see the blasts of concussed air being fired from the quickly moving hands of the shihakushou-clad woman off in the distance. The Arrancar opponent, though more Hollow-like and therefore more bestial than intelligent, was still a formidable foe. He was dodging the reiatsu blasts that forced the air at him in cutting waves, but he too was having trouble landing an attack on the young woman who may, or most likely may
not, know that she was using Shunpo. Ichigo unwittingly used, then mastered, the skill when he was facing off against his Soul Slayer, and apparently Tatsuki was following the same kind of unknowing training regiment. Her reflexes were to the point that her body reacted without her mind being consciously aware of it anymore, and as such it was reflexively using her reiatsu to help her move at the pace it needed to avoid the strikes. All she was focused on was attacking, as her fists flew at her opponent with ever-increasing speed. Torso, arms, legs, even anything as he was running away to avoid a strike; she would take whatever opening was given to her yet landing a critical blow had evaded her skill.
The Arrancar looked like some kind of slim Sasquatch with an equally unappealing face and bone-like spikes sticking out like blades from his wrists, which made parrying a blow from his zanpakutou particularly dangerous. Eventually Tatsuki had to stop to catch her breath as the beast did the same and they panted practically in unison as they leaned on their swords.
"Pssh, another Soul Reaper pretending to be a Hollow! You're pathetic, woman! You disgust me! You're as bad as the man the Espada crowned King, the moronic Soul Reaper garbage he is! I don't care if you have the same kind of reiatsu as us Arrancars, you're a phony piece of trash compared to us!" Tatsuki's glowing yellow eyes narrowed towards her opponent and she gave him a glare that had even the ugly Arrancar taken aback.
"
You can attack my ideals, mock my fighting style, hell, you could even insult my life! But if there's one thing I won't let you mock it'd be my future husband, you disgusting ape!" She screamed maliciously and the Arrancar's eyes widened in fright at her words.
He may not be the brightest of the bunch, but he knew enough to be able to put two and two together. If he had insulted her future husband, and the only man he had mentioned in his rant was the King of Hueco Mundo…
…that meant she was the future Queen.
He didn't expect her to punch her knuckles together, or for the resonance between the now joined blades that extended from her knuckles to make an airy orb of wind and reiatsu around her fists. He wasn't too shocked not to move though, and that was probably a good thing, considering Tatsuki shot her hands out towards him soon after and a beam-shaped shockwave of highly-destructive, reiatsu-hardened wind went flying at him. He dodged—barely—by diving out of the way and flipping back onto his feet, but the skid the blast had created was horrifying, and anything in its path had been ground to dust by the twirling blender of sound and wind.
He didn't even have time to react when her form flickered and disappeared from view before she was right in front of him, and a punch so fast it couldn't be seen had been landed to his right shoulder. In a spray of blood and a cry of pain, Kouki's shockwave blew the limb from his body and annihilated the remnants, destroying the chance of ever having a right arm again for the arrogant Broken Mask. It howled in outrage as it held the bleeding stump that once was his right arm, then with a sadistic gleam to his eyes, held his zanpakutou in front of him.
"Disembowel, T—!" He was shut up by Tatsuki's sudden movement, and the frozen Arrancar watched the fist come towards his face in slow motion. Clarity the likes of which can only be gained when watching death approach was gained; able to see the reiatsu gathering at the ends of her gloves near her shoulders, watch it flow down the intricate designs of gold that lead to the short blades on her knuckles. There was naught a moment's wait before that reiatsu sent each one into vibrations that resonated with the other three on each hand; and with that completed they forced the air in front of them outwards by using the unheard soundwaves created from that process. Straight at him.
He knew this was where his life was to be ended. And it did.
The headless husk of the Arrancar fell to the ground before dissolving in purification after Tatsuki's killing blow. It was like that was a sign for the others to end too, because Karin and Yuzu soon witnessed Chad use his left arm's full strength, which obliterated the Hollow in one gigantic blast. Uryuu and Rukia had since joined forces in their fun, and Uryuu scared the two Menos' into close quarters with his arrows and before the foolish creatures knew what they had been suckered into, Sode No Shirayuki's First Dance had them trapped in its frozen domain: the White Moon.
They quite literally, fell to pieces.
Ichigo smirked at the two he was fighting. With no visible prompting he threw Zangetsu squarely into the chest of the first Menos, then with his hand still wrapped securely around his blade's cloth, he said the two words that signaled the end:
"Getsuga Tenshou." The explosion the blade made from being imbedded in the chest of its enemy when its only technique was released was extraordinary. Raindrops and reiatsu blew out from the epicenter with the force of an atom bomb as it spread out in a circular wave of water and air. The second Menos, blinded by the explosion of blue light that was the destruction of his comrade, had no way of seeing the blade still swirling at the end of its cloth that was sent right through his neck, decapitating him in one fell strike.
Just like that, the battles were over.
Swords were sheathed, powers and bows were deactivated, and barriers were dropped as the teens—and a super-old Soul Reaper—relaxed after their fights. It hadn't been a challenge for them, they were just messing around with their opponents. Tatsuki had had some real trouble though, but they all knew it would get easier with experience. They had gone through Hell to get to the level they were at, and that meant she could get better too, it would just take time.
And right now, they had all the time in the world.
Ichigo was back to normal; well, as normal as one can be when they're sopping wet, and he was smiling smugly as Tatsuki walked her way back to the group now
all thoroughly soaked. She too was smiling, though she was cut in a few places and had more than her fair share of scrapes, her enemy had been defeated and that was all the mattered. Actually that wasn't true, in Ichigo's mind all that mattered was that she came back to him alive.
Her zanpakutou was already disengaged and sheathed behind her so Ichigo had no trouble hugging her passionately before giving her an equally passionate kiss in full view of everyone, including his sisters. Karin was close to passing out at seeing the display, but Yuzu was still all starry-eyed over the romance that had been kindled between the childhood friends. When he pulled away, Tatsuki licked her lips slowly, like she was savoring the taste he had left on her lips.
"Damn, if I get that every time I beat a Hollow, you're gonna have some serious competition," she murmured lowly to her fiancé, and the familiar tingle jolted down to her nether-regions when his eyes darkened with lust and understanding. She was suddenly painfully aware of the amount of time they had spent without any physical attention but her mind kept berating her with the memory that today was still the day his mother died.
"If that's all the motivation you need, I'll be happy to oblige with that competition," he whispered back tauntingly.
The others were having a hard time hearing the murmurs of the engaged couple, but when Tatsuki suddenly reached up and pulled the head of their 'captain' down to meet hers unexpectedly—and heatedly for that matter, they were feeling a bit too much like voyeurs watching the incredibly passionate scene that practically radiated sexual tension—it was pretty obvious what their conversation must have been about. There was one amusing aspect however, because the Kurosaki sisters had never seen their brother shocked to the extent that he seemed to be trapped in a memory before, and after Tatsuki pulled away he was glassy-eyed and all but openly slack-jawed.
Uryuu readjusted his glasses and cleared his throat politely to try and bring back a normal atmosphere to the group, and luckily it had the desired effect and knocked Ichigo out of the dreamland he had been in for the past few moments. Said person looked around at everyone giving him looks of mischievousness and appraisal and coughed embarrassedly. "Well, I guess we should probably get back now…"
"Indeed," the soaked Quincy stated in his usual high-and-mighty tone.
Without further ado he had jumped back into his body—one that had been carried a safe distance from the battleground—and seeing what he did, Tatsuki quickly did the same. She winced when all the cuts and bruises from her battle formed on her real body but that was soon a forgotten memory, because Orihime wasn't about to let her best friend in the whole world have injuries marring her flesh when she had the ability to heal them. The two teens that had been friends forever looked at each other and an unspoken thanks was somehow given through the eye contact, as Orihime nodded and smiled back to the gesture of gratitude.
There had been one thing Ichigo hadn't counted on when he dressed this morning, and that was that even though he knew it was going to rain, for some reason he still wore a white muscle shirt. Thanks to previous activities and mental distractions no one had noticed it so far, but when he walked up beside his fiancé and put an arm around her shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world as they started walking back to the guest house, her eyes were drawn to him.
And what should she see but all the compact muscle and scar tissue that made up his torso covered by a weak transparent barrier that shimmered with the amount of moisture that had been absorbed into it.
Once again Tatsuki had to force herself to remember that this was still a painful day for him, no matter if he had come to some sense of closure or not.
But come on! His shirt's see-through! One part of her herself—the part that wanted him a lot closer than what he was right then—goaded lustfully.
She had to physically restrain herself from smacking herself in the head.
Damn Hollow, she thought irately. Those were pretty much the only words she had to describe the thing. It was just annoying. Powerful, but annoying.
It didn't help that the damn thing wanted exactly what she did.
His natural body heat was seeping into her body from the am around her shoulders and she couldn't help but bask in its warmth. The rain wasn't cold, in fact it was the opposite, quite warm, but this heat had a completely different meaning to it than the atmosphere around her and that was what made it special. She tried to keep her head forward and look ahead passively to try with ever fiber of her being to hold off the instincts and desires running rampant within her, but just when she thought she had it under control she took a look at the man still walking calmly with his arm around her shoulders.
And bye-bye went that hard-earned control.
Before she knew it the rain wasn't hitting her anymore and she was warmer than before, and only then did she notice that they were all back inside the guest house. She nearly blushed; she had been so enraptured by her emotions that she had lost track of the goings-on around her.
With Isshin back in the group, conversation quickly started again and the house was filled with the noises of voices while the rain poured itself out outside.
However, for two people, there were some voices that only they could hear.
…
Tatsuki was glad she had brought more than one change of clothes when she had snuck into her fiancé's room the night before, because when they got back to his house after their excursion she was sure even her
bones were wet. The rain hadn't been unwelcome, but it was still—just like her Hollow—annoying. Her clothes were cold and clammy by the time they were all finally home after saying goodbye to everyone that had shared in the emotional experience that had occurred at the gravesite, and she was all too happy to throw them off the second she was inside the bathroom.
She looked at what should have been her nude form in the mirror, but instead she nearly screamed when she saw her inverted half just as nude as she was looking back at her from the mirror's reflection.
Damn, we look good don't we? The Queen stated appreciatively as she posed herself in the frame of the mirror and put her hands behind her head seductively, which made her pale breasts jut out from her well-defined chest.
Tatsuki couldn't really refute her, because that would essentially be insulting herself, but her other half did have a good point. She had been noticing it more as she grew older, but she was certainly not a boy, or even a good imitator of one anymore. Her chest size actually
had increased—much to her embarrassment—over the past year and a half and her hips had continued to grow and taper, giving her more womanly curves that were kept in near perfect condition thanks to her already habitual practice of Karate.
And now thanks to Ichigo, the previously ignored desires that came with that womanhood were taking great joy in assaulting her with more vigor than they ever had before. They were making her want more and more of what she had had with him at ever-decreasing intervals. She could feel her sex throb and she groaned unwittingly. She was supposed to be a tomboy, not a nymphomaniac!
Her Hollow wasn't so easy to convince.
Deny it all you want, girly. It's not a crime to want that chiseled body above you again, making you scream and moan and… Enough! Enough already, I get the picture! Tatsuki shouted mentally as she closed her eyes and covered her ears, even though that would do nothing to affect the noises the thing within made. Hurriedly she turned on the shower and as much as a cold one felt like the perfect solution to her problem, she had spent most of the day in cold and wet clothes and so she allowed the water to warm to the perfect temperature before she got in. Groaning in relief as the warm water cascaded over her sculpted body, she could practically feel the tension from the previous cold melting out of her system. Lazily deciding to wash her hair and naturally, her body, she let her hands borrow some of her future family's shampoo and conditioner before her hands started trailing down her body to clean that as well.
She was nearly done too, when her hands brushed over her still eagerly anticipating slit. There was a gasp when she felt the moisture that definitely wasn't water that had gathered there, and especially from the jolt of pleasure that had shot up her body when the contact had occurred. She held her fingers in front of her face like they were foreign objects, and gulped as she contemplated what she had just done.
She knew what it was, but frankly she had never thought she would need it before. After all, she was the infamous tomboy with a demonic temper and a steel will, she didn't need to resort to such a petty thing as self-pleasure to find release. Still, her fingers wandered their way back down again and this time her imagination instantly input Ichigo's hand into her mind's eye, and not her own.
That stimulus was definitely enough to keep her going. Closing her eyes to allow herself to continue fantasizing; it was Ichigo running his fingers over her womanhood, him hesitantly sticking one in and reveling in the shock that crept up her body at the action, him who soaked in her whimpered cries and pleas like they were fine wine as he continued to torture her on the road to climax.
Her juices were flowing readily by now, grateful for the attention even though it wasn't what it had wanted. After two weeks of withdrawal it was like coming back into the sun from utter darkness as her self-inflicted pleasure grew more and more even as the fantasies pushing those actions grew with them. Her muscles were trembling and tightening as she neared that peak, and she was trying as hard as she could to keep herself quiet while the bliss took great joy in playing havoc with her system. To her mind's eye it wasn't her doing this to herself, it was her future husband, the man who she had been forced away from for an excruciating amount of time.
"Hmmmm, Ichigo…don't stop…" she whispered huskily.
She nearly fell when she felt a larger hand place itself over the one between her legs as a chest molded itself to her back and pressed the body it was attached to to hers sensually.
"Gladly," the voice she recognized instantly as Ichigo's whispered in a murderously low tone, so deep and ravaged by lust it was almost a growl.
She could feel his hard erection pressing against her backside, but it was his hand that sent her eyes rolling back into her head when the larger digits started teasing and fondling the tender flesh between her legs. She had been so close before, but the surprise of his arrival had deterred that pace but with his ministrations that was definitely not a fantasy, she was sent rushing towards that edge once again.
"Do you know what it was like Tatsuki? To come in here and hear you whimpering my name as you caressed yourself?" he asked lowly as he bit the back of her neck gently and sent her body into small tremors from the touch. "Your small hand teasing what only I had been allowed to see as you imagined yourself with me and I could see
everything? God damn Tatsuki it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life. You are so beautiful, and watching that…God Tatsuki you really don't know what you do to me."
His words were like liquid lust, pouring themselves into her body and mind and setting them on fire even as his hand explored her soaking nether-regions as the warm water fell over them. She whimpered in loss when his hand pulled away, but soon his smooth manhood had replaced it and was stroking in frictionless swipes between her wet legs, rubbing the place that wanted their completion so badly. Unconsciously she widened her legs to try and give him better access and her tiny cries continued to be ignored as she braced her hands on the wall in front of her. He had never spoken to her like this before, and she found the act of his storytelling highly erotic even though his actions were just that and more.
"I couldn't help it…" she moaned. "It feels like forever since we've last—ahh!" Her sentence turned to a coo as his hand returned, this time to one of her breasts, and gave the nipple a gentle tweak before it started to knead the ample flesh that had become supersensitive to his touch. Its partner wasn't left alone for long, because his free hand snaked over her back and collarbone with teasing strokes on the wet skin before it trailed down her front to the neglected breast, where it started mimicking what his other hand was doing. She was being teased, pleasured, and tortured all at the same time, and right then she would have begged for him to complete what she had started.
"Yes, it has," he growled sensually. "Too long."
He almost didn't know why he was doing all this, but the answer would always hit him a moment later. He was doing this for her, even though he wanted to plunge himself into her and pound her into the wall he couldn't forget about her. She was the reason he had been put into the predicament after all. It was all her beautiful body, her indomitable spirit, her understanding mind, and her loving heart.
All her.
She was the one responsible for making his body rebel against him, for making him feel love again, for making him need her else his sanity be lost to the sands of time. She was the one that was making each nerve ending feel like it had been soaked in lightning and each breath come in shorter and shorter pants. She was so responsive to his touch, and the added stimulus of the water was strangely erotic to him as the moisture made all motions slick and smooth.
He knew she was almost to that point, and so with that in mind he allowed himself to stop rubbing against her and slowly, teasingly, inserted himself into her tight heat. She cried out as the foreplay ended and she was finally given what she craved, and her body nearly wept in joy at the completeness that came with it, snapping in orgasmic rapture with the onset of the welcome intrusion. It was just as hard for him after waiting so long for what they were finally doing, his own release was much closer than he would have liked. It was relief in the basest term of the word, and at last the withdrawal had finally been ended. Her cries became louder and her attempts to muffle them became more vigorous as she covered her mouth with one of her hands that had been on the wall as he pounded into her from behind. Even with all the added moisture of the shower and the sensitivity of her core, he was still a tight fit and from this position she felt each and every movement he made. Combined with the fact that his hands had yet to stop massaging her chest just the way he knew she liked it, she was losing all semblance of rationality.
She had missed this, she had missed this oh so very much.
He had missed this, he had missed this oh so very much.
This wasn't enough for him though, and before Tatsuki could do so much as muffle a protest he had pulled completely out of her and spun her around to face him as he pinned her to the side wall and sheathed himself in her again, causing any anger from his previous actions to disappear in an instant. Her feet were no longer supporting her body on the tub floor, instead they were in the air and supported by her fiancé's strong arms as he restarted his motions into her relentlessly. She couldn't do much to reciprocate in this position, but she did what she could, biting her lip almost to the point of bleeding to stop her cries as her actions coupled with his ministrations pushed her over the edge again. Her vision was blurring from both the water and her own mental state—one that was somewhere along the lines of scrambled eggs—and she slumped against him as her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as he continued to thrust into her, letting her backside rub against the slick tile wall as she was moved continually with the force of his thrusts.
She had almost forgotten how good this felt, but Ichigo was making sure she remembered.
Ichigo too was losing focus, all but the feel of his hardened flesh trapped inside the sporadically trembling heat that was his lover and fiancé. He didn't even know how he was carrying them both anymore, as he had lost the feeling in his legs some time ago, and now all of his animal—or more logically: Hollow—instincts were pushing him towards the edge of oblivion with mindless abandon as he tried to bring them both to release simultaneously. He would never get enough, could never get enough of the woman cooing and moaning in his grip and the past two weeks apart had been nothing but pure torment. However all of that was a forgotten memory to his present mind, and right now that mind was telling him his body wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.
He pushed their heads together and this she responded to with as much force as she could and it was that that sparked their orgasms as those cries were swallowed by their joined mouths.
He stood there for a while after that, simply letting the warm water fall over him as he held his bride in his arms as they stayed joined happily. Their panting bodies met in each motion and kept any arousal from being lost, and as she locked her ankles behind his waist to keep herself up she tensed at the spark that ignited within her nerves at the movement. It had been far too long, but for now they were content to stay in each other's embrace while under the spray of the warm shower.
After a short while of simply enjoying each other's company and closeness, Ichigo spoke. "Thank you for today Tatsuki, and for last night. Sometimes I can't get over how much I love you." He could feel her smile in the flesh of his shoulder.
"I think you said thank you in a much better way already," she said sedately as she smiled contently. Satisfied didn't even
begin to describe it. "And I know what you mean. I never thought I'd be…touching myself…because I needed you so badly. God I love you."
His self-satisfied smile didn't even need to be seen, it could be
felt. "I guess we need another shower, eh?"
She didn't even bother to answer him.
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Author's Notes: :) Thanks for reading.
