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It Began With A Kiss…
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They had to wait until after school to finally be on their way to the Urahara shop, but that was only after a very,
very, persuasive argument on Tatsuki's part to their teacher that she didn't need to go to the hospital. It's not often someone collapses in class, and even less likely that that person was actually near death, so the teacher, for once, had made a big deal of it.
Really, of all the times for her to pay attention to the rules, why did she have to start then? Ichigo thought sourly. If she hadn't, he could have easily made the excuse he needed to escort her home and instead taken her to Urahara's right away.
There was something nagging at the back of his mind though, some thought that shouldn't be ignored but for some reason he just couldn't get a grasp on it. It infuriated him. He knew it was important but there was something blocking his memory.
Gah, fine! I'll just wait 'till later. I'm bound to remember sometime. He hazarded a glance over at the young woman walking beside him. Outwardly she seemed fine, but he could tell by her reiatsu alone that she was growing more and more uneasy as they neared the ex-captain's shop. That, or she was getting nervous because he hadn't said anything to her since they left.
Truthfully, there was a reason why he hadn't. He had no idea what to say to her. The reiatsu he felt in the classroom was incredible, and the way it had tried to latch onto his had not been entirely…innocent. He hadn't thought it possible for reiatsu to convey sexual desire but there was no mistaking what he had felt. He doubted she remembered it, she hadn't been able to recall anything so far, or at least she hadn't told him if she had, but it was that sense of innocence that really threw him off of bringing it up again. His hormones had reacted instantly to the aura trying to suck his reiatsu dry, but at the time he had been more concerned about Tatsuki's life to allow anything—first and foremost: his arousal—to affect his body.
Ever since then he couldn't stop the way he found his eyes roaming her body. There was the scowl on her face that was so like his, but unlike his it made her lower lip pout cutely as she appeared deep in thought. If that weren't enough, there were her lean muscles honed through endless hours of Karate practice. Something he hadn't noticed until recently however though, was the way her chest jutted out just enough for all moisture to evaporate from his mouth but not enough so that she looked like an over-endowed airhead.
Not that he had anything against over-endowed airheads of course. In fact, he was quite fond of one. Albeit she had saved his life more than once and he had risked life and limb for hers, the fact remained that her most endearing trait was the airheadedness that allowed her to take everything in stride—a trait Uryuu had since been cultivating in her again since her abysmal term of depression during her confinement at the hands of that bastard Sousuke Aizen.
But Tatsuki, there was simply no way to correctly define her. 'Tomboy' would be what everyone else would say, but there was something about her that successfully thwarted any attempt he made to fit her into a given description. Everything about her was so…different, yet in a way, he knew it better than he knew anything else. It was so similar to the façade
he usually used. He found himself wanting to bury into the depths of her mind, he found himself wanting to do anything that could get him under that exterior of hers and see what the
real Tatsuki Arisawa was like. Not that he was one to talk though, and he knew that. He could count the number of people that had seen him drop his mask of indifference on one hand.
Still, if this was what her
exterior looked like… he wanted, really
wanted, to see what she was like on the inside.
God, she's gorgeous…. Something occurred to him then.
What the hell am I thinking! This is Tatsuki for crying out loud! She'd kill me if she knew I was thinking about her like that! Still…her reiatsu did
suggest otherwise for a little while there…. He shook his head furiously. Those thoughts weren't helping him any.
"What's wrong Ichigo?" Tatsuki asked.
Finally back to the Present, he looked over dumbly. "Huh?"
"You were shaking your head really hard. Something up?"
"No!" He replied, maybe a little
too energetically because her eyebrow arched suspiciously.
"You're lying," she stated seriously.
"No, really!" He was getting nervous now. He was always a babbling mess whenever it came to women, especially beautiful women, all except Rukia and Orihime. He could still remember his first encounter with Yoruichi's true form…and the way his head had nearly burst from embarrassment.
A hand shot out and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling the daydreaming body it was attached to harshly until he was right in front of her. "You're. Lying," she repeated, much more lowly than before. Had it not been for her hand on his collar, he would have gladly wanted her to continue talking like that. It was so low and seductive, but at the same time it was dangerous and promised pain to non-compliance.
It was the sexiest thing he had ever heard.
As the case was however, he found himself reacting to her violence without thinking the actions over beforehand. His body recognized it was being threatened, and it responded accordingly. Before the full impact of her words hit him he had grabbed her wrist and twisted it enough to make her grip loosen, then he twisted and brought the arm over his shoulder, promptly making her body follow. She yelped as she was flung over his shoulder but thanks to her own training she managed to twist in mid-air to land on her feet with both of her hands holding the one that had been on her wrist. Still in a state of simple action-reaction, she twisted his arm as a result and tried to make him twirl around so she would be able to complete her half-nelson.
But something happened to go terribly wrong.
Or perhaps one could say terribly
right. At the time, neither of them had really been in a proper state of mind to think properly.
All they knew at the time was, whatever had happened.
Happened. Instead of twisting one way, so his back was facing her, he somehow managed to spin himself the other way to try and fend off the attack while launching one of his own. The momentum-gaining move ended him face-to-face with her in a sudden jolt…
…with his lips on hers.
They stood like that in shock, their eyes staring unblinkingly at each other as their lips stayed locked for the longest time. They didn't know what to do, didn't know what say, heck, they didn't even know what to
think. All they could do was
feel. When their nerves, still frozen from shock, thawed enough for sensation to flow through them again, their minds were assaulted with the silky-soft presence that was the extra set of lips where there should only be one. It was like jagged arcs of electricity were dancing on their flesh as their skin exploded into shivers of delight and their souls recognized what was happening and decided to add their own little flair.
As if their minds and bodies came to the same conclusion at the same time, they both relaxed simultaneously. Before conscious thought actually began to make itself known Ichigo had pushed her to the fence of the back alley they were in with him close behind. Pinning her to the fence, he attacked her lips with a vengeance and she reciprocated just as aggressively while she grabbed his head and ran her hands through his silky hair. The air around them exploded into a fireworks display of reiatsu from the two bodies, but they remained blissfully oblivious to it as they continued with mindless abandon.
Each kiss was like an oasis to a desert-roaming traveler, a release to the pent-up emotion that had been building steadily in them both even though the tension had started at different times. The childhood friends attacked each other so viciously it was like they had kissed a million times before.
Tatsuki was going into sensation overload. She couldn't believe this was happening. Not to her. It couldn't happen to her.
Why on earth am I kissing someone! She thought, but soon gave up as the amnesiac effect of their kisses released the memory to oblivion, as well as the name of the person kissing her. She didn't know why, but it was like she had wanted this man forever. Their kisses were so fervent and passionate she briefly wondered if they had done this before, but it was her first kiss so that couldn't be the case. When she felt her mouth be prodded apart by a warm appendage of flesh she was dumbstruck at the move.
Not only was this her first kiss, it was her first
French kiss. And, from the feel of things, it was his too. Not that she was complaining. This was earth-shattering gratification even through the blatant clumsiness behind it. Who cared? Certainly not her. It was firsts all around and it was more than she could have ever hoped for. She wasn't experienced at all so she had no way to compare their performance to another, but if anything else made her feel like this did than she would die a happy woman. Which, not surprisingly, brought back to mind the matter at hand: the delicious sensation in her mouth.
Not completely sure what to do—especially with the state of mind they were both in—she did what came naturally, she wrestled with it. The sensitive nerves of her tongue tasted his saliva and felt the wonderful pressure of his slightly larger counterpart with the same enthusiasm she took to Karate. Something was building in her, a need for
something, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out what it was.
She wanted
more.
So did he.
It was only when a voice called out to them cheerily did they realize what they were doing, and who they were doing it with. Both teens nearly died of embarrassment right there, but they thought maybe if they didn't move then nothing could be seen.
Tatsuki was taking the brief moment to gather herself.
I…was kissing
Ichigo! I…was KISSING
…Ichigo Kurosaki! She felt herself start to swoon, but thankfully the fence was still solidly behind her and kept her in place. Not like she had anywhere to fall to. The fence was behind her, and now that she was able to think properly, she realized the hard body of her friend was still right in front of her. If his breathing was anything to go by, he hadn't been able to get the events seconds earlier out of his body. She hadn't either. Her arousal was still firmly in place and she wanted nothing more than to grab that head that had been kissing her so fiercely just moments before and invite it to an encore. Judging from the way his eyes seemed to burn into her soul with their longing intensity, she made a pretty safe assumption that he was thinking the same.
Sadly, present company made that irresistibly tempting idea impossible.
"Kurosaki-sa~~n! What a surprise!" Urahara called out in his usual sing-song voice. He seemed to freeze when he saw there was a girl hiding behind Ichigo's body, a body that was still facing the fence in a desperate attempt to
keep her hidden, and a slow grin warped the unshaven face visible under his hat. "Ah! And Arisawa-san too! My, your reiatsu sure has grown!" He praised, silently wondering whether or not her intense blush was from his compliment… or something else.
"H-How much did you see!" Tatsuki yelled indignantly as her anger quickly overrode her embarrassment. Her lust…that it hadn't been able to overcome yet, but it was that lust that made her all the angrier. It wanted to punch the hat-wearing Shopkeeper into next week so it could continue those wonderful, gloriously wicked, things with the rapidly coloring Ichigo.
Kisuke took out his fan and held it happily in front of his face, as if he had no idea what she was talking about. "I don't know what you're implying. Did you come to visit me at my humble candy store?"
Ichigo's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. The shopkeeper
still thought he could get away with that façade even though he was instrumental in his journey to both Soul Society
and Hueco Mundo. The question was valid though and it brought his slightly clouded mind back to the Present. "Oh right. Hat-and-Clogs, we have some questions we need to ask you."
Urahara stopped waving his fan at himself and looked them over curiously, even though there wasn't a doubt in Ichigo's mind he already knew what he was going to ask. "Ah, then let's go in shall we? It's much more comfortable indoors!"
Tatsuki felt her annoyance rising with the flamboyant store owner.
Does he ever
talk normally? Nevertheless, she followed Ichigo as he walked behind Urahara into the store she realized they were surprisingly close to when they had their…incident.
The door closed and all seemed well for the time being.
"Oh, and Kurosaki-san! Next time you want to practice your hanky-panky outside, try not to let your reiatsu flare so much!" Urahara's voice could be heard saying.
The echo of an elbow hitting the shopkeeper's face resounded throughout the alley.
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Author's Notes: Same as last time. Nice to do editing though.
