Reflection

Chapter 3

Ichigo couldn’t stop shivering the moment he dared to allow his eyes to fall upon the naked sobbing Orihime who was still chained to the old bed with the stained mattress.

I knew something like this would happen. He had warned me.

His body was sickeningly sated, unlike the times he had been with Rukia. It all probably stemmed from the fact that his Hollow had permitted himself to enjoy sex this time. Many times in the last couple of weeks the albino had voiced his in-satisfaction and about wanting a ‘chick with a bigger rack’ rather than ‘shinigami skin and bones.’

The Hollow’s foul mouth always grated on his nerves. Nothing seemed to satisfy him. Adding more to this, the bastard was downright dirty minded, going as far as suggesting what he could do to other girls in his school, but the one that interested him the most was Inoue.

“Doesn’t that pretty face look ‘meant to be fucked’?” the Hollow had slyly said to him once during class.

That sick son of a bitch! It was no surprise that he was unusually quiet for once in his mind, as if knowing that he was in deep shit for kidnapping and sexually molesting Orihime. He hadn’t seen anything his Hollow had done, but he could guess.

When he had begun to awaken, his dick had been encased by a warm tight suction. His tongue was sore, proving that his Hollow had stretched it to lick at Inoue’s core vigorously. He could still taste her. It was a sweet slightly salty flavor, not unpleasant in the least. Even Ichigo hadn’t gone down on Rukia out of uncertainty in his inexperience but his Hollow evidently knew more about sex than him and took chances.

For a brief second he envied the damned albino that was probably lazily lounging on a sideways building in his inner world, smirking in confidence over his activities.

Being a guy was enough to let him admit that Orihime was gorgeous but that didn’t change how he felt about Rukia. As a hormonal teenaged boy, he may have eyed Inoue once or twice, yet in spite of finding her attractive he could never see her as more than a friend, classmate, and comrade or even a sister that always needed protection.

Vile rose up his throat once he stood up to see the Hollow’s handiwork on the pale skin of Orihime.

She hadn’t stopped crying. Her full grapefruit-sized breasts jiggled with every hiccupping sob and he almost fell on his ass at noticing how touchable they looked. They were perfectly round and firm with pale rosy nipples. He was surprised that even though her breasts were large, her nipples were small and cute with their pointy aroused tips of a slightly darker hue than their aureoles.

I’m as bad as he is.

A grimace crossed his face as his dick began to tighten and fill out, lengthening in alarming quickness. He had never hardened so fast before. Orihime chained to a bed and rosy from cumming at the mercy of his Hollow had turned him on; too damned erotic for someone who had lost his virginity just weeks earlier.

Just get her out of here and do it FAST.

Sucking in a couple of deep breaths to calm his raging hard on, he headed over to the bed, wincing at how his tool swung heavily side to side with every step.

I can’t let her see me like this.

Stopping at the bedside, he let his gaze drink her in again. It would be the last time he would see her like this. So bare and intimate. Her legs were still spread widely and even standing over her, he was able to see the sheen of wetness coating her trimmed pubic hair. Swallowing at the thought that his mouth had been there, he moved his gaze higher up her body.

He hurt her. He noted with growing anger that equaled his arousal.

Claw marks raked the center of her beautiful chest down to the top of her sex, disappearing over that brownish tuff of hair he had been shyly staring at.

“I’m so sorry… Kurosaki-kun…”, her whisper had him widening his eyes to her red face.

Her swollen lips trembled as a whimper escaped them and his lip curled in disgust and self-loathing when he saw a trail of cum that dribbled from the corner of her mouth and ran down her quivering jaw.

“Don’t apologize for something that was my fault, Inoue,” he said gravely and unable to stand the sight of cum marring her skin, he reached out to wipe it away with the pad of his thumb. Although the Hollow had done this to Orihime, the cum was his regardless of being infused with the albino’s warped reiatsu.

“B-but I-I let him-

“He chained you to a bed, Inoue!” he spat and then mentally kicked himself when she flinched. The conversation kept reminding him of what could have happened. What if when he had awakened, he had been surging inside Orihime’s…? No! He couldn’t bear to think about it anymore, because when he pictured it a dirty thought entered his mind…

I would have kept going.

Hating being so perverse and that his eyes were enjoying the sight of her, he knelt down to hide his aroused lower half from Orihime and finally began to remove the cloth from her eyes. The sadistic bastard had bound her eyes with the terry belt of her own robe, and unfortunately, he had yet to see where her clothes had been tossed off too.

I’ll have to give her my shirt if I don’t find it. I can’t take her back to her apartment naked.

Without the blindfold concealing her eyesight, he felt something pierce his heart. Her eyes were bloodshot and brimming with even more tears and they were staring right at him, not in fear but in shame and self-pity.

“Inoue…,” he said softly. He could tell easily by the look in those smoky dark orbs that she was blaming herself. “It’s not your fault.”

Something must have set the Hollow off. He didn’t know what it was, but during the day the damned albino had caught on to Inoue. Ichigo was well aware of her ‘crush’ on him, sensing how she sent furtive sad glances towards him and Rukia, but he doubted it had anything to do with that. She always did that when she believed that no one was looking and though he felt a bit of selfishness in keeping her that way, he couldn’t bear the thought of his Hollow having her. Of course he wished for his friend’s happiness with someone by her side…

But not with him.

His Hollow would crush her soul, if he hadn’t already done so in forcing her to pleasure him so degenerately. Ichigo wouldn’t have dared to do that Rukia out of respect… The Hollow didn’t know a thing about respect and only knew how to take from others. Orihime was just his unlucky victim.

How did he manage to take over like that?

The last thing he remembered was being in his room with Rukia going over some notes for a exam at school the next day. They had been working in silence, occasionally saying a remark here and there; nothing out of the ordinary, except for Rukia voicing worry about Orihime’s state of mind. It was just a brief comment that he had decided to not talk about since such things discomforted him. Rukia cared deeply for Orihime, like a sister, well more like a little sister that needed encouragement, so it wasn’t strange for her to show worry for her obvious sadness in school.

He had just smiled and said, “She’ll be okay.”

Rukia had given him a sideways glance while biting at the cap of her Chappy pen. The look in those lovely large indigo eyes had been accusatory, practically shouting “How dare you pretend that everything is okay, you damn insensitive jerk?!”

That was when his vision faded to blackness and he could vaguely hear Rukia’s alarmed voice rising in volume, yet echoing as if she was moving away from him.

And now I’m here, naked, with a nasty hard on thanks to that Hollow scum trying to have his way with none other than Inoue.

Never in his life had he felt so physically repulsive. The dirty feeling had become stronger because he was angry at not knowing or experiencing what his Hollow had done with his body. Kami knew how much sick shit the albino had done during the few times he had blacked out after becoming a Vizard.

The girl in front of him sniffled loudly back in the present as she adverted her eyes. It didn’t take a genius to know that she was embarrassed of being seeing in that state.

The chains! I’m such an idiot! The chains must be hurting her!

Slapping a palm on his forehead at his own stupidity, he stood up, forgetting about his erection and began to unravel the long linked metal wrapped around the rusted headboard. The Hollow had used chains that were usually employed for towing cars. Thick ringed ones that were probably heavy and painful to have tied around fragile skin.

Wincing in sympathetic pain for his friend that was staring blankly at a dirty wall, he was able to untie them quickly. They were so knotted that his fingers were getting sore in untangling them.

Did he plan on keeping her here forever?!

The sound of the metal rubbing against metal was deafening and had his ears ringing. He couldn’t begin to imagine how Orihime was faring, seeing that her head was closer to that irritating clinking noise. Once the chain was loose off the headboard, he started to work of her wrists and cringed at how the metal links had dug into her pale skin, bruising it till it was a mottled ugly dark purple. Grinding his teeth, thinking of how much she must have pulled at those uncomfortable bindings, tugging so hard that if she had done it any harder her wrists would have fractured, he unconsciously rubbed a thumb over the dark circular spots with a dumb notion that it would make it go away.

She gasped harshly and he released her immediately, mumbling a “Sorry.”

She didn’t say anything back, continuing to stare emptily at the wall. He should have been grateful that she had yet to look his way since even though his arousal had disappeared completely he was as naked as her. The last thing the girl needed was seeing his sex hanging out so closely after being practically raped. He wouldn’t blame her if she hated him.

“Um,” he began awkwardly and her shapely body tensed. “I… could give you my shirt.”

Her head slightly turned, but she had yet to look at him.

“I-I promise I won’t look!” he tried a light tone and a small gasp of what could be considered a laugh came from her, shaking her chest.

Idiot. As if I hadn’t seen all of her already.

“Thank you, Kurosaki-kun…” her voice was small, none of that customary ‘Orihime-Cheeriness’ was in it. Just sadness combined with tiredness.

Knowing that it was his cue to make himself sparse, he quickly walked across the nearly empty space of the abandoned building, embarrassed as hell that he was still naked. He should have at least have put his pants on before untying her, but he hadn’t thought about it at the time. All he had thought about was getting her off that dirty bed as soon as possible.

Staring at the shadows once he found a descent spot far away from her, he wondered just how the heck did the Hollow even know about that place. It was strangely familiar with its skeletal beams that proved that it was an unfinished building. Looking up, he saw that the place didn’t have a ceiling while some near inaudible rustling sounds came from behind him. His Hollow had been smart and fucked up enough to not only put all of his clothes in one spot, but to also quite mockingly fold them neatly by his shoes.

Like a slap in the face.

“It’s okay! I’m decent now!” her voice exclaimed, almost sounding like the Orihime he knew. It was a forced liveliness but close.

He turned half way to see that she had put on his shirt and inwardly cursed at his habit of picking clothes that were tight. The red shirt barely reached her mid-thighs and was too tight across her full breasts.

She’s might as well be naked all over again.

“Er, hi Kurosaki-kun!” she waved him back to reality laughing nervously. “Shouldn’t you-you put your c-clothes on?” That last part was added with a furious blush.

“You have to turn around too.”

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Oh!” and without further instruction, she swirled around, both hands covering her face childishly. That fucking shirt! When she had done that, he could practically see the lower curves of her ass peeking from under its hem tauntingly.

Get the pants, yank them on, drag her back to her apartment, and go home for a cold shower. Maybe even piss Rukia off enough to beat the living shit out of me while at it.

‘You better not be lookin’ at what’s mine, you bastard.’

His back stiffened at the dark threatening voice of the Hollow.

‘She’s not yours or anybody’s!’

A condescending scoff broke out of the Hollow followed by a muttered, “We’ll see about that.” before he felt comfortable silence. The nasty creep would stay put for the rest of the night, or at least that was what he hoped and surmised.

Turning around completely, he took fast jerky steps towards the folded jeans that just had to be besides Orihime’s bare feet. Not wanting to gawk at her anymore, he didn’t bother to look at her as he snatched the pants off the floor and took them with him a couple of feet away to quickly put them on.

Finishing the task of re-buckling his belt, he called out to the girl who was faithfully keeping her back turned, “I’m dressed! You can turn around now, Inoue!”

Her shoulders sagged in relief at his words, concluding the theory that his nudity would have traumatized her further. Turning to face him, smoothing her hands down the front of the shirt to make it cover her crotch better, she wore a bright albeit tentative smile.

How could she even bear looking at me and acting so… like Orihime? He hadn’t noticed that before. The girl didn’t have a vicious bone in her body and didn’t look like the type to hold a grudge or even form one. Some people might have thought she was weak, but that was actually her strength. He and much less a Hollow could compare themselves to the power of her unconditional forgiveness.

This makes me and that little shit look more like scum. She shouldn’t trust me so much after all the nasty things I was thinking about…

The awkwardness had his face twitching in discomfort as he scratched the back of his head. “We should… uh, go.” He didn’t have any idea where they were, but leaving was the only option. Being alone with Orihime only wearing his shirt was turning him on again.

“Alright, Kurosaki-kun,” she gave a single nod and smiled gently, making him marvel once more at her ability to push aside the events that had transpired. Or was it that she was pretending that nothing had happened to maintain her fragile state of mind intact?

Cringing at the thought that she was more scarred than he had guessed, he forced a soft smile before turning to the wide open exit that was probably for carrier trucks to pass through. He could hear her walk behind him and once they were both out of that dark place, he saw that they weren’t as far away from her apartment as he had thought at first. In fact, the place his Hollow had chosen was just two to three blocks away.

I remember this place… It had been during the Bounto attack. He had faced off with Koga, trying to save Keigo. It was no wonder that his Hollow would remember that location, due to him coming out to fight against Koga’s doll Dot.

That son of a bitch is more observant than I give him credit for.

Since it was early morning hours, barely anyone was outside. Orihime probably wishing to be safe out of shame or self-preservation was a couple of feet behind him. He would have carried her back to her apartment to pick up more speed, but her state of undress would have made the girl feel molested again. If he had been in her place, he wouldn’t want to be touched by the person that had rapaciously jumped and took him from the comfort of his own home.

What if Rukia finds out about this? What then? His girlfriend would probably slay him on the spot, not just because he had been weak in letting his Hollow take over his physical body, but because Orihime’s feelings had been dragged into it. What had happened would surely have the girl rethink of her infatuation with him… He didn’t know what to think of that yet. Orihime falling out of love with him should be a good thing, right? It would at least prevent her feelings from getting hurt in school whenever he was with Rukia.

I shouldn’t care. She deserves someone that will be only hers. I love Rukia and nothing can change that. Just wanting Orihime’s body would be using her.

“Kurosaki-kun?” he halted his inner musings to glance over his shoulder at the shy Inoue. “We’re at my building.”

“Oh!” looking at the small apartment complex that was completely shrouded in darkness, he felt stupid. He had been so far into himself that he hadn’t realized that they had reached her place. His legs had literally been on autopilot.

“I’ll-I’ll just go upstairs to put something on and give back your shirt!” she said in a unusually chipper tone, flying past him to the steps of the building.

“Wait!” she stopped and turned around to look at him in confusion while standing on the first step.

“You don’t have to do that, Inoue…”

“But I have to, Kurosaki-kun! Rukia must be worried about you and I-I…,” her voice faded and cracked as her chin lowered to her chest meekly, auburn locks covering her downcast face. “I don’t want her to know.”

She might as well have read his mind and it made him an even bigger asshole to be relieved that she would want that.

Taking a deep breath of the cool night air, he assured her quietly, “You can stay with the shirt. If you really want to return it, give it to me tomorrow during homeroom and we… forget about this.”

Looking up from her fall of hair, she smiled faintly.

“Alright, Kurosaki-kun. See you at school tomorrow!” as if the girl had an on/off switch, her smile brightened as she spun on her foot and rushed up to her apartment, leaving him to stare dumbly at the spot she had once occupied.

This is bad… Really bad. Any other guy would have been ‘Oh, good! Now I could keep my girlfriend when I had been practically drooling over my naked pretty classmate like a horny pig!’, but in reality he hated himself for wanting things to appear ‘normal’. He even despised the term ‘normal’.

Because nothing would be normal ever again after that night.

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