Reflection

Warning: More Rukia angst (also some slight physical and psychological abuse) in this chap. Don’t like don’t read, otherwise enjoy!

Chapter 17

Shirosaki smirked against the abused reddened skin of Orihime’s neck the instant he sensed Rukia’s reiatsu coming closer. He didn’t like the shinigami but the mere thought of making her suffer made him go into a frenzy. That morning when he had heard that Tatsuki girl telling King about his lil’ hime’s crush on him, he had seen that he had to take drastic measures.

Ichigo was becoming far too interested in his Orihime while dragging his tiny girlfriend around. It was time for that shit to be taken care of. He found himself intolerant to everything that had to do with his King and Rukia. Their relationship, Ichigo’s confused emotions and his lil’ hime’s blasted infatuation with the sappy bastard had being drawing thin on him for a while now. It was his turn to take control over everything and though Ichigo’s emo behavior was irritating the shit out of him, he had to admit that if those disgusting little emotions hadn’t been wreaking havoc in his mind, he would have had a harder time possessing his body.

It was a small price to pay to have some delicious fun.

Liking how Orihime’s ass felt knocking against his pounding hips, he roughly palmed her sex to push her hips towards him so he could plunge deep enough to make her squeak. Even though they’d had sex three times, she was still as snug as a virgin; every time he pushed in and withdrew until his engorged tip was the only part of him within, her muscles clamped down on him as if desperate at the possible absence of his cock.

She had turned out to be quite a vixen. Regardless of how rough he had been with her, trying to frighten her with the threat of punishment for her dumb feelings towards King, she had gotten so damned wet before he had slammed into her. Every bite on the delicate skin of her neck and slicing of his nails over her gently rounded belly and toned lower back only made her wilder.

“You’re mine…!” he whispered harshly against the wet patch of skin he had been nipping at her neck, his smirk faltering as his balls and lower belly began to tense achingly.

Her reply to his words was a broken whimper and a wiggle of her hips.

‘STOP!’

Shirosaki snarled at the guttural mental shout and rammed himself harder into the willing female body, his cockhead colliding with her womb severely at how deep and hard he had gone. She screamed, but he continued to punch his sex violently, impaling her so completely in hopes that he could somehow keep the bastard King from interrupting him.

He was losing concentration in keeping him in the dark and how fucking annoying it was to have someone reprimanding him while he was so close to coming along with his lil’ hime.

‘DAMMIT! I THOUGH I TOLD YOU TO STOP! YOU’RE HURTING HER!’

Be quiet now, King… There’s no need to shout… His inner words were languid due to how close he was to releasing a promisingly large load into her. The speed he was using was fast, faster than that of a human male’s and at the rate he was going, both him and his hime wouldn’t last much longer.

So perfect… She’s molded for me. Everything about her body fitted him perfectly. Her full firm breasts in his hands, her tight little hole that could take all of him in… Yeah. She was just flawless.

‘GET AWAY FROM HER!’

SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY! YOU’RE SCREWING WITH MY GOOD MOOD, YA’ FRIGGIN’ SPAZ SHIT!, he bellowed back, his teeth clamping down hard on the skin he had been torturing on the back of her neck while his fist that was pulling her hair twisted.

Her body jerked violently at the pleasurable pain he was inflicting and he felt his dick throbbing in intense excitement as her wet sex quivered strongly around him. It almost saddened him that Ichigo had kept him from reaching orgasm at the same time as her, but at least she had gotten off. He didn’t like the thought of her not enjoying herself. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was quite arrogant over how good he gave it to her.

In spite of the voice of Ichigo shouting angrily, he was able to keep pounding into her shuddering body, practically banging her ass in anxiety to come before completely losing his hard on. For some reason his urgency was making the pleasure more intense and that had him panting excitedly through his teeth. His lil’ hime was going to climax again. He could tell from the way her hips writhed to speed him up, her muscles giving his surging cock firm tingling caresses. She was so damned responsive, sensitive to his every internal stroke, her body effortlessly fueling the scorching heat tightening his balls.

“Fuck, lil’ hime!” he rasped feeling the large flow of semen rising to his cock’s tip. Man it tingled like a bitch!

She gasped when he finally ejaculated, filling her like never before. His still hard organ kept twitching inside of her with each powerful wave of his orgasm. Such a strong release had him shout loudly, the sound of his yell resounding within the vacant gym’s walls.

Shit… I almost went blind. he mentally chuckled, his breathing coming out in loud huffs that echoed with hers after he emptied most of his balls. He was sure that he would be out of commission for a while after this little encounter with Orihime.

‘I hate you so fucking much!’ Ichigo’s voice growled venomously.

Too bad. I don’t really give a shit and ‘sides, she ain’t complaining! Does she look like she minded?, hearing no answer, he couldn’t help rubbing it in. Guess she knows whose the better one, huh? You could never do this with her because she only does it with me!, his mental voice was factual yet gleeful in stating that to him.

The King didn’t have any good comeback to that because he knew that it was true. Deep inside Ichigo couldn’t compete with him and Shirosaki had made that point clear in purposely loosing restraint. He had initially intended to just have the King watch, but the little shit had been able to talk during the sex. He’d have to be more careful in the future about that problem. He couldn’t have the asshole going all ape shit and botching his stolen moments every single fucking time.

It’s not like he can’t have his fucking body back.

Pulling himself out of the engulfing clasping wetness of his hime’s body, he then sighed tiredly, tugging her lifted skirt down to cover her inviting backside. She had yet to come out of her sexual high, her shoulders rising and falling in deep breaths.

“Wore ya’ out, didn’t I?” he smirked conceitedly, bending to grab his pants that were down to his ankles. Drawing them up to his nude hips and easily zipping them up, he casually glanced over at the closed double doors.

One, two, three…

The doors slammed open thunderously and Orihime yelped, pushing herself away from the wall, but his eyes weren’t on her as she hurriedly pulled up her panties that had been around her knees. No, his mockingly excited orbs were on the short figure stomping their way.

Orihime’s voice spoke out meekly once the girl stood a mere couple of feet from them, “Kuchiki-san-”

“SHUT UP!” Rukia held her hand out in a sign to stop talking while her furious bloodshot eyes were glued to his smirking visage.

Both of his brows had shot up at how the shinigami could yell, though his face showed immense amusement at her reaction. He had to give her credit for having one hell of a set of lungs for being so freaking tiny.

“How could you, Ichigo…?” she whispered, her tone trembling in what appeared to be another onslaught of tears. He could see that she had been crying quite fitfully outside. Her face was red and wet, raven hair sticking to her moist cheeks and her eyes were brimming in tears that hovered just over her large indigo pools.

He lifted a shoulder in reply, letting his smirk widen. Just all of the negativity gushing out of her aura was feeding him. Might as well keep getting some more. He didn’t like her reiatsu, but her rage was quite tasty.

“And you!” Orihime shriveled under the other girl’s hateful shimmering glare. Pointing a finger at her, Rukia’s voice hardened in spite. “You disgusting whore!”

“I-I…” Orihime trailed off helplessly, clasping both hands to her mouth as her body shook heralding her own verge of tears.

“I thought you wouldn’t have anything to say,” Rukia commented darkly, her face tense while her eyes literally spat fiery outrage at her. The girl’s somewhat composed attitude made him uneasy. It could turn out to be quite unpredictable from that moment on.

“Do either of you horny fucks have anything to say for yourselves?!” her eyes moved to both of their faces. Orihime’s stricken and dismayed as silent diamond-like drops seeped out of her eyes and Shirosaki simply staring at her boredly.

“WHAT DO YOU TWO HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THIS SHIT?! FUCKING ENLIGHTEN ME!” the force of her shout had her whole body stiffen and straighten like a rod, her face turning a mottled red.

Orihime removed her hands from her mouth and whispered beseechingly, “Please, Kuchiki-san, it-it’s not what you think-”

“IT ISN’T?!”

Shirosaki didn’t have time to block the shorter girl’s rushing form as she harshly slapped Orihime across the face. The loud vicious sound of flesh hitting flesh ricocheted inside the gym as his hime’s head whipped to the side.

His eyes widened in rage over what the little bitch had just done and not giving a shit that the shinigami was smaller and weaker than him, he grabbed her by the shoulders before she could strike Orihime again. Tossing her violently on the ground, her small body fell on the floor in a crumpled trembling heap with a loud thump.

“HOLLOW-SAN DON’T HURT HER!” Orihime screamed running towards the fallen sobbing girl on the ground, but he pulled at her elbow just as she was about to pass him.

“Don’t fuckin’ help that stupid bitch,” he growled, his furious eyes staring down at the broken Rukia.

“B-but she’s hurting-”

“Don’t tell me it’s wrong to treat her like shit!” he spat at her, making her flinch when his grip of her elbow tightened enough to bruise her. Returning his murderous glowing orbs to the girl, he had maniacal smile split his face. Ever since being born in Ichigo’s monotone sideways world, he had always thought that he was the king of fools… but it turns out that his girlfriend had just stolen the crown with that little stunt.

“H-Hollow-san?” Rukia stuttered out, wheezing slightly.

His eyes brightened.

“’Bout time you figured it out, Kuchiki,” the girl’s mouth opened in a disbelieving gape.

“Y-you’re the H-Hollow? Ichigo’s Hollow…”, her terrified eyes shot to Orihime who shivered beside him. “You and Inoue…?”

“Yeah…,” he sighed in delight, loving how everything was turning out. Now everything he had been plotting behind his King’s back was coming to fruition. “Though King helped quite a bit in wanting my lil’ hime.”

“What?!” she breathed, her chest heaving in growing anger once more. The girl’s current emotional state made her very easy to manipulate. Shaking her head, refusing to believe, she said as if trying to convince herself, “No! No! You are just making that up so that I won’t be mad at you! You probably told Inoue to follow along! YOU’RE LYING!”

“Whatever. Fuck it. It’s not like I really care if you believe me or not.” If it were up to him he would be stomping on her face until turning it to mush, but his King wouldn’t be too happy about that.

“Kuchiki-san… He’s telling you the truth… Kurosaki-kun has never betrayed you-”

“Don’t!” she snapped. “Don’t cover it up, Inoue! I know how you been after Ichigo from the very start, so don’t pretend that he’s something he’s not!” Sitting up and sloppily wiping her tears, she continued her sharp words while nailing the Orihime with her glare, “You did this because I took him away from you”. Orihime frantically shook her head no, but in spite of this Rukia continued heatedly, “You’ve been moping and crying over him, just waiting for the shit to hit the fan so you could step in and hand your pussy over TO TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!” she finished in a gritty outraged yell.

“NO! IT’S NOT LIKE THAT!” Orihime looked over at him desperately, obviously begging for assistance in explaining things to the shinigami. He ‘tss-ed’ through his teeth seeing the angry handprint on the side of her pretty face.

Too damned nice for her own good.

The girl at his side was close to having a nervous breakdown and her emotions were practically piercing his skin like an acidic burn. Funny how her sadness seemed to give him an allergic reaction. Finding that he didn’t like that particular kind of feeling rippling out of her, he turned his eyes to the fuming Rukia.

I’m really getting tired of this dumbass fuss.

Releasing her elbow, he bent down in a crouch to level his eyes with Rukia’s wide surprised ones.

“Are you really that fuckin’ stupid or does it come naturally? Honestly, your attitude is starting to make me wonder if my King’s idiocy is contagious. Makes me worry sometimes,” he cocked his head to side as her eyes narrowed on his face.

“Ichigo-”

“STOP CALLING ME ICHIGO!” he bellowed and she jumped in shock, her face paling quickly at his toothy sadistic grin. “Why do you insist on calling me that fool’s name?! Do you see Ichigo right now?! TELL ME! Is he in my voice, my eyes?!”

She swallowed loudly as her trembling stare scrutinized his features.

“You’re… You’re not him,” she finally admitted, though she was still radiating hostile energy.

“You still don’t believe me,” his lids lowered halfway over his eyes. “Your small mind can’t process it. Could it be that you don’t like the that I was able to take over because he started wanting my hime?” the girl sniffled wetly at his whispered words. “Yeah…,” he nodded slowly, widening his eyes at her as if she were stupid, which in his mind she was. “He started wanting to fuck her after I had already lain claim on her.” a snarl of loathing towards Ichigo curled his lips. “If ya’ wanna talk about betrayal; how do you think I feel having to watch every fucking one of you living out their lives while I’m stuck like a loser inside that pathetic boyfriend of yours?!”

His voice was starting to rise in volume as he began to let out his own brand of frustrated untold truth.

“H-how?” her cracked voice questioned before she gulped. “How did you take… over?”

He scoffed. “Hah! Easy! He started doubting himself and I stepped in! As simple as that! He has some hardcore inferiority issues which I know how to exploit and with every time I played with my lil’ hime, the more twisted and puzzling his emotions became! He actually did me a favor in being so weak for once! I even started passing some of my thoughts and memories to him to prick at his soul until his grasp on me weakened enough for me to get out, though I hate the fact that not only has he become weaker but his stupid obsession for her grows now even as we speak!”

Her eyes widened in realization, but her next words proved that she was still in denial over half the truth.

“So… You made him want Inoue?”

Orihime gasped behind him and his expression became shuttered in dislike over the question.

“Don’t get your hopes up, Kuchiki…,” he drawled smoothly, his face relaxed though his eyes were flashing in barely contained ire. “He wants her for himself,” the girl shivered, “but I can’t put up with that. This shit has been going on for too long and the thought of him sniffing around what’s mine pisses me off!” the last words came out in a snakelike hiss. “You can’t honestly expect King to be faithful to your image in both body and mind! Did you know that he tried to jump my hime in her apartment and that his thoughts screamed that he would let you go if she so much as fucked him?!” Rukia’s face twisted in pain. “You obviously have been lax in keeping him satisfied to have him so eagerly looking elsewhere!” he snapped accusingly, inwardly blaming her for not doing a good job in keeping his King’s body satiated. What a sorry excuse of a woman.

“Why…?” she looked over at the silently sobbing Orihime before looking at him, “Why didn’t anyone tell me this?!”

“Kurosaki-kun really cares about you, Kuchiki-san…,” Orihime whispered. “I knew he wouldn’t want you to know because you would react this way…”

Rukia’s became cold. “Is that so? He let this happen because…”

Shirosaki snorted, rolling his eyes as he rose to his full height to tower over the girl that had yet to rise off the floor.

‘WHAT HAVE YOU FUCKING DONE?!’

What I should have done a long time ago. I’m sick of being in the background, King, its time for me to start-, his explanation was cut short as a splitting sensation speared his brain.

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!, both girls looked at him strangely when he grasped his head, his face in a agonized grimace. He staggered back as a spasm that was similar to claws wringing inside of his skull began to blur his vision of them.

‘You’ve been out for too long!

FUCK YOU! IT WAS TIME!

“Hollow-san…?” he felt Orihime’s cautious approach and at that he stiffened to growl at her. The girl blanched and came to an immediate stop.

“DON’T TOUCH ME! I DON’T WANT YOU TOUCHING HIM WHEN HE COMES BACK!” he spat, his face and voice turning demonic enough to have both girls flinch.

The pain was unbelievable and not wanting to be so vulnerable around anyone, he turned around with some effort and forced his feet to walk over the polished wooden floor. He didn’t even know where to go. His vision and possession of Ichigo’s body that hung by such a thin and fragile thread was being cut off hatefully by its true owner.

FUCKER!

His feet dragged as they started numbing.

Shit… It’s fucking cold as hell.

Still holding his head, his fingers digging into his scalp, he fell to the ground, his body twitching in the torture of having so many needlelike pricks splitting him from the inside out. The King was making it intentionally painful. This by far was the most painful rejection he had ever gone through.

Somewhere off in a distance he could hear the girls arguing, their feminine shouts rising and countering one another’s. Their screaming and wailing was making his anxiety spike.

Fuck!, he could barely move, his body scrunching into a fetal position on the hard ground, the cold and pricking inside of him increasing until all he could think about was the pain and cold. His sight of the grey walls of the gym were fading, being eaten by blackness that then turned to a familiar brightness. He could even smell the coming of rain as his soul was being torn to shreds into tiny pieces to reform once again, far away from other corporeal beings.

A earsplitting howl escaped him, the sound coming out pained and pitiful to his ears as he was finally subdued, his dark soul’s essence being dragged screaming and kicking back into that sunlit sideways world he had grown to hate so much.

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Author’s Note: Sorry how short this chap came out, but I like to have chaps fit their titles. *winces* I estimate that there will be at least six to seven chapters more before this fic is finished; sorry if people like it too much to end! =( But worry not! The chapters will probably be longer than usual. On another note… *mysterious low music playing* if anyone is wondering about the somewhat sequel to this fic and it’s pairing (I HAVE TO SAY IT! IT’S SO FUCKING SEXY!) it’s… drum roll please! ULQUIORRA/TATSUKI!!! (gotta love crack pairings!) Oh… all of the shit I have planned for those two *rubs hands together while drooling* Due to this idea burning a huge hole in my brain, I am in a hurry to finish this fic! I can’t wait to release all of the sexual tension and deviancy out to the masses! I have a VERY corroded mind! AHHHHH!!! (I literally had multiple orgasms when the idea popped up) Thanks Boogermeister, Valmasy03, and bleachfan7 for the reviews. At bleachfan7, you’re so right about you said (I laughed at how you pointed out Ichigo being dense as poop, because in the anime he does come off as clueless when it comes to girls). At Valmasy03, Hahahahahah… Rukia on a pike! As soon as I read that I actually visualized her like that! LOL (can’t help but feel sorry for her though… I wasn’t too harsh on her, was I? She’s one of my fave characters, as long as she isn’t being always being paired up with Ichigo. Honestly, I think people need to give crack-pairings a whirl, you know… There’s so many ways to explore one’s creativity by doing it.)