Sanctuary

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, so please no suing involved. I’m just a fan who loved the show so much and incidentally found a little bit of an opening and ripped it open. 

“What the hell was she thinking?!?” Ichigo dropped his bag and flopped onto his bed recalling his afternoon.

“ICHIGO!” The girl on the curb stood up. Ichigo stared blindly at the girl, or more like right staring at her state of dress. Then his eyes fell onto the redhead doll she had in her hands and at once he felt his face, and gut drop.
“Oh no…”
“ICHIGO!!!” She suddenly came charging at him, like perhaps a violent, far too loving female from some shoujo manga. His barely could brace himself when she jumped and had her arms wrapped around his neck and down they both went, him of course taking the bulk of the hit.
“Ayame, why are you here?” He groaned when she got off him to dust her dress and put bows back into place.
Ichigo had barely stood up when the girl, moving at possibly flash step speed and began inspecting him. Lifting his arm unnecessarily, poking him in the ribs, pressing her ear to his chest and listening to his heart, anything else that might deem her odd. She’d manage to climb on his back and touched his hair before she finally stepped back satisfied with whatever she had been up to.
“I got so lonely without Grams I came to Karakura town. I saw your papa earlier and he started crying on about how it’s totally unfair that he hadn’t gotten the tablets sooner.” Her left hand held her doll by the arm leaving it to dangle beneath her breastbone as her right elbow rested on her left wrist; Her right index finger touched her chin as she recalled the previous conversation with Ichigo’s father. “Then he went on something about ungrateful sons and then I started ignoring him because he was rambling. Ah! And I got your school name out of him. So here I am…HI!” Ayame stopped rambling and turned on Orihime.
“Uh… Hi!” Inoue jumped to attention realizing she was being spoken to.
“I’m Ayame, pleasure meeting you! Please be kind to me!” Ayame bowed.
“Inoue Orihime!” Inoue bowed back. “Please be kind to me as well!” Both girl stood and looked at each other Ayame then took to staring at the young lady. In no time Inoue had grown very self-conscious under the young lady’s scrutiny. Then at once Ayame had shoved her doll at Ichigo and hugged Inoue from behind placing her arms under the girls rack and lifted. Inoue gasped in shock and could do no more, honestly the move had Chizuru written all over it then Ayame took her doll back from the orange haired male and smiled.
“Sorry, I just wanted to know if they were real…” The girl then sighed immediately depressed. “I had wanted to do that the other day but you were with that guy. Man, how come she gets blessed with a rack like that?!?” Ayame then in turn started crying in that weird waterfall way that Isshin had done earlier that morning. In that Instant Ichigo had to wonder if Ayame was the man’s child and Ichigo had been mistakenly placed there. Before Ichigo could think the girl was in his face with a coy smile. “Well at least I know why you’ve been distant from the family. You lose yourself in those breasts everyday don’t you?” Ichigo’s eyes widened as he looked at his cousin feeling his face flush from his neck up.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” He stamped his foot. “Inoue is my friend!!”
“With benefits?” Ayame looked at him her face ever so innocent, and our hero? Well, flustered would be far too kind to explain the look on his face. “OH!!! How romantic!” Ayame turned her back on her cousin and spun in a circle happily. “Two teenagers, schoolmates shyly staring at one another everyday, secretly trying to send messages of love to one another, in the end secret rendezvous on the school roof. The awkwardness took its toll and he kissed her. Her too shy to say I love it, but too worried about losing this chance to say stop let it go…”
“Where did you get that from?!?!” Ichigo yelled at his cousin.
“Your face.” She looked at him in all seriousness. “You are in love with this girl and you want to get into her panties and soon.” Ichigo suddenly grew furious with embarrassment and Ayame laughed after a moment. “Forgive me Inoue-San. I shouldn’t say such things. I wouldn’t want you to fall in love with Ichigo because I am being so cruel to him.” Inoue then began to wave her hands nervously at how right on this Ayame was. “Anyway, what I had really wanted to do was invite you for dinner this Friday night.” Ayame looked at Ichigo, and his prior frenzy forgotten with the girl’s sincerity. “Please say you’ll come!! I want to catch up with my favorite cousin.” She hugged her doll to her chest.
“Friday?” Ichigo looked up at the sky and sighed looking at her hopeful face. “Alright.”
“Yay!” She jumped up and down like the ten year old she looks like. “I have to finish unpacking! I’ll see you. Nice meeting you Inoue-san!” Ayame then turned to run down the street. “Oh and Ichigo, She’s really soft and bouncy too!” She cackled running down the street. Ichigo on the meanwhile was red once more and finally had a vein popping in his forehead muttering something about how girls shouldn’t be so lewd, and perverse like she is.
“Kurosaki-Kun…?” Inoue looked up at him and he just looked back at her before his eyes drifted to her chest momentarily, thoughts of softness crossed his mine, and then he turned away quickly from his longtime crush vowing to kill Ayame.


Even now he could feel the blush burning his cheeks. Sure he had imagined a time or two the softness, the smooth of her flesh, and the way they bounce…he didn’t need his family to point that out to him!!!! But... Inoue was different. She isn't like that. That much Ichigo knew. Inoue; a kind loving young lady with the passion to help and tries to take care of everyone with all of her might. Sure she ate weird things... maybe that’s why her breasts were huge... no, no off track Ichigo... sure she ate weird things but that was her unique nature. But the one thing he would change about her.... was her feeling for that nerdy- annoying-high-and-mighty-waiting to get his ass kicked-dress making-he just HAS to be gay QUINCY!
"DAMN ISHIDA!" Ichigo growled.

Achoo!
"You're not coming down with a cold are Ishida-Kun?" Inoue looked at Ishida in the mirror's reflection as he continued to fit the dress he had begun making for her not so long ago.
"I don't think so." He muttered kneeling before her working on the hem of her dress.
"Ishida-kun..." She stared at his back in the mirror further. She could just imagine the look on his face at the moment. his eyebrows knitted together showing the anger he was holding on the inside since the previous afternoon. "About Kurosaki-Kun...." She watched his spine straighten
"Turn for me..." He pulled back long enough to have her turn on the pedestal he had her standing on.
"He was just worried that’s all."
"Inoue-San, I'm sorry, but I don't want to talk about Kurosaki and his mood swings." Silence followed and he immediately realized his tone was very harsh.
"I saw that girl again." Inoue decided to change the subject. "the one with the doll, you know it’s really funny the way she dresses, just like her dolls. I wonder if she buys her clothes or does she make them herself. Oh! Maybe you and her could work together on a dress or something.... To bad she's so young though, maybe I would see if she could be your high school girlfriend." He paused looking up at her.
'We're not talking about this again..." He went back to pinning the hem.
"I think you should find yourself a girlfriend Ishida-Kun."
“And of course I will when I find her.”
“Ishida-Kun…” She murmured.
“Okay we’re finished for the night here.” He sat back and cracked his neck.
“Okay” She stepped off the pedestal and made her way to the bathroom to change into her clothing once more.
Once she was gone Ishida looked at the pedestal and sighed to himself. Why couldn’t he just let her go? It was horribly obvious to everyone but Kurosaki that the girl was head over heels, crazy in love with him. But somewhere between the murky depths of his teenaged hormones and Inoue’s chest, and probably her quirkiness he had begun caring deeply for her. But no… she had to love someone like Kurosaki… that asshole.
Kurosaki…. Who did he think he was trying to tell Ishida off about that stupid fight. He had things under control!! Really he had… no, no he didn’t. Who was Ishida kidding, he didn’t have things under control. Inoue would’ve died and he would’ve been stuck in the midst of some daze.
That girl… Why was she at their school anyway? She wasn’t a student as far as he was concerned… So why was she there. And even more convenient, she had been noticed before the hallow attack and gone by the time they were gone. Has she been around longer than that day with her pink suitcase? Was he just now only noticing her because she’s playing games? Is she somehow behind the hallow attacks?!?
“Okay.” Inoue returned wearing sweatpants and a pink floral shirt. In her hands was the dress he was making for her, on its proper hanger ready for him to finish making it. “See you tomorrow Ishida-kun?” Her voice was softer than normal, something was bothering her.
“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” He took the dress and walked her to the door bidding her a goodnight. Once more he was left to his own devices in the small apartment near his father’s place of occupation.
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“Kaya….” He beckoned her forward as she made her first few steps into his chamber. He was in his throne one of his servants on her knees before him mouth wrapped around his cock. Kaya turned her eyes to the floor uneasy.
“I see you couldn’t wait for my return…” Her eyes flickered to the young servants who was making slurping noises
“You’d never do this…” A slow smile crossed his devilish features. Eyes of black, hair of a red, perhaps bordering orange lay messy in its own sexy tousled way brushing past his shoulders, lips of a gentle pink… all of these put together to bring the handsome man she desired before her.
“Says who?” She turned her head, now infuriated that he hadn’t ordered the servant to stop yet.
“Did you find it?” He asked her, his hands gripping the arm rests on the throne as the servant release his shaft and moved to suck on his balls.
“She had given the power to someone else.” She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, even more so when soft grunts emitted from the back of his throat. “She didn’t take her role as guardian with her, she’d passed it off already to one of her relatives, no doubt.”
“I thought so.” He paused. “She wasn’t foolish enough to hold onto the power when she realized her outh escaped her.”
“You knew?” Kaya still refused to look at him. “You knew and sent us anyway?”
“As if you would set Ayak free.” He groaned once more.
“Doesn’t matter… She didn’t have the key, and the gate wasn’t around either.”
“Kaya, look at me.” His voice softened.
“No.” She glanced at the mirror on the wall where Ayak was glaring at the servant before him, possibly thinking the same thing Kaya was thinking.
“Look. At. Me.”
“Not until you get that whore off your dick!”
“I wasn’t aware you’re the jealous type Kaya…” He laughed at her.
“I’m not!!” She stamped her foot looking at him to see him dismissing the servant girl who backed up and stood off to the side.
“Kaya…” He raised his hand and beckoned her forward with his index finger. She walked to him slowly looking between him and that erection.
“I’m not putting my mouth on it now…” She stood before him giving him her best intimidating look. He paid no heed to the look and grabbed her pulling her down to kiss her roughly while his other hand stroked himself slowly.
“I’m ready to cum, Kaya. You sure you don’t want it…” He whispered his eyebrows furrowed a bit. Her eyes traveled down to his cock , fingers delving in the pre-cum that surfaced.
“And of my own needs…”
“Will be tended to…” He watched her lick her lips.
“Fine.”
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