Salvation

Warning: Full pervy Ichigo.

Chapter 3

Tatsuki looked at him in evident fright.

Shit! She's here!

His whole body was shuddering at the mere thought that Orihime was in the first floor as his fingers flexed nervously. He had yet to know if it was fear or anger that caused that physical reaction. There was a sensation of both defeat and relief at the interrupting shout that had come moments earlier.

"Get in the closet!" Tatsuki hissed, waving a frantic hand to signal the closed closet on the far wall of her bedroom.

Grinding his teeth, he didn't put up any arguments. He couldn't blame her in the least for wanting to keep him from seeing Orihime. Stiffly taking long strides over to the closet and opening it, he rolled his eyes to look at her once he saw what was inside.

"What?!" she spat anxiously, pressing her back against the door as if she could prevent anyone outside from entering.

Smiling wryly, he pointed a finger at the disaster of stacked cds and trophies nearly spilling out of the small confines she wanted him to huddle into,"You honestly think I can fit in there?"

Scowling, she gritted through her teeth, losing what little patience she had left, "So what if it's a mess?! Just get in there and don't breathe!"

"Okay! Okay!" raising his hands defensively, he messily stepped into the tight space, making plastic cases of cds and balled up clothing fall on the floor. Not only was he too tall, the closet was narrow and overcrowded making it hard for him to shoulder himself in. Broodily facing the wood panels of the cramped space inclining his head to the side in order to fit his height, he mentally cursed his predicament. He had hidden in closets before, but this was a different situation. Now he was trying to completely disappear in both sight and mind.

Inoue is going inside this room. She's going to be here... That was what made it all the more uncomfortable. Willing himself to pretend that it was normal like other times, his breathing evened.

Tatsuki's heavily running steps reached somewhere behind him and he clutched his eyes closed when the closet door slid harshly, locking him in darkness.

This really sucks.

Rubbing his teeth together in frustration, he told himself that the soft feminine voice hesitantly questioning moments later from just outside of the bedroom wasn't hers. Just standing there, avoiding moving a muscle was pure hell on him when all he wanted to do was burst out and yell at her. To hurt her fragile state of mind.

The sugary female voice came nearer accompanied by Tatsuki's calm tones that didn't have any betraying hint of nervousness

Calm down and just breathe. It'll be over soon. She's married now, so she can't stay all day, right?

Inhaling deeply through his nose, he waited, all of his muscles aching for staying so still while leaning his head at an odd angle. It was pretty obvious that his position inside Tatsuki's little closet would give him neck pains later on that day.

"So how's everything?" he heard Tatsuki ask from somewhere in the room; he guessed it was the bed they had once been sitting on.

Breathing in such a closed space was growing difficult for him, most of all when he heard Orihime's voice replying clearly as if he were completely in the room.

"Um... Well, I came here because... I just need to talk to somebody."

"Okay...," hesitant and slow Tatsuki then remained silent to listen to what her friend had to say.

"I've been feeling really sick lately and I... I don't don't know what's wrong with me."

"What do you mean 'you don't know'? If you're sick, you just go to the doctor and that's it," Tatsuki reasoned and Ichigo could almost picture her shrugging after her comment.

"That's just the thing, Tatsuki-chan! I've never felt like this before! It's not like a cold or anything. Ogichi has been nagging me about it because I've barely been eating for the last week-"

"If you're not eating, then you have to go to the doctor! I know you don't like doing it, but... geez, Orihime-chan! How long have you been feeling sick?!"

Some seconds elapsed before Orihime said meekly.

"I've been sick for three weeks, but the whole eating thing didn't start until a week ago..."

A huff of exasperation left Tatsuki.

"What other symptoms have you had?" It was evident in her strained tone that she was trying to keep from exploding in a nervous fit.

"Um, whenever I lay down on my stomach, it feels funny... and then if I eat something that's too sweet or smell my favorite foods I want to throw up..."

The silence was tangible. It was long enough to have Orihime worriedly questioning.

"Tatsuki-chan...?"

"I know this is personal stuff, but... you and Ogichi have never used any protection have you?"

A familiar pain began to spear his stomach at what Tatsuki was hinting it. It was the last thing he wanted to overhear. Orihime couldn't be...

"No... not really. Why?! Do you think that has something to do with it?!" Orihime asked alarmed.

"Ah..."

"Please, Tatsuki-chan!"

"When was the last time you had your period?!" Tatsuki exclaimed in a rush, nearly jumbling her words together. She was embarassed by the subject at hand.

"Um, to tell you the truth..." Orihime trailed off in thought. "I've always been pretty irregular, so I don't really keep track of it... Maybe about two to three months."

"AND YOU HAVEN'T GONE TO A DOCTOR OR GOTTEN A PREGNANCY TEST?!" thundering at her friend, Tatsuki obviously rose from the bed. Ichigo could already hear her begin pacing back and forth.

"Me? Pregnant...?" her voice was so soft in disbelief, until a dismissive little giggle escaped her. "Oh, Tatsuki-chan! You say some of the funniest things-!"

"What?! This is serious, Orihime-chan! How could just sit there acting like this is a joke?! You need to go to a doctor, get that apartment of yours prepared for the baby-!"

"But I can't be pregnant! This whole time...! I don't understand! I mean, we've been trying and nothing happened! It's been almost a year already!" Orihime sounded trully confused and helpless.

Sighing loudly, the sound of Tatsuki slumping on her bed reached his aching ears. He really wished to disappear at that moment. Hearing about Orihime's possible pregnancy was like stabbing him in the chest.

"Didn't you tell me that Urahara said he would take some time to fully adapt to his gigai?" the question was low, holding none of the aggresiveness from before.

"Yeah..."

"Maybe that was what kept him from impregnating you this whole time. He couldn't have done it unless his body was ready... at least that's what I think."

"Oh... That makes more sense, but... I'm still having a hard time. I mean! I thought that it was parasites, or something I ate! Maybe even a brain tumor-!"

"I doubt that brain tumors could make you throw up and feel funny when laying down on your stomach."

"We-well it could have been kidney stones or some exotic intestinal disease!"

"Orihime-chan... We're going to the farmacy and getting you some tests. No arguments."

"Bu-but I just-!"

"You're scared of knowing, aren't you?"

"Is it that easy to tell?... When I talked to him about wanting a baby he said that it was fine as long as I was happy, but now... I'm just so s-scared!" a loud sob ended her broken words. "I don't even know how to react!" her voice was muffled and sad.

"If this is what you wanted, then you should be happy! There's nothing wrong! You're married already so no one could bother you guys-!"

"It's not that! I just remember how it was when I was little before nii-san rescued me and I don't want... I don't want my baby to ever go through something like what my parents...!" her voice faltered before she steered the painful subject away quickly, "Tatsuki-chan, what if I'm not a good mother?!"

"Honestly, you worry too much! You'll be a good mother because I know you! You practically mother everybody and care for even strangers! You're... mother material," Tatsuki chuckled only to let out a surprised cry as the other girl apparently jumped on her.

"I'm ready now!" the sadness had vanished from Orihime's voice and was replaced with a more upbeat tone. "I don't know how I'll do it, but I'll handle it!"

"Ah, Orihime-chan...," Tatsuki croaked breathlessly,"my ribs are starting... to hurt."

"Oh! Sorry about that!" Laughing nervously, Orihime did indeed sound trully happy and without any worries.

He closed his eyes tightly, hoping that it would all soon end. Even the pain of his neck had gone to the back of his mind over what he had just learned.

Inoue... Pregnant by my inner Hollow.

His fists were so tight at his sides that his knuckles began to lose sensation. There was an irresistable need to yell and yet burrow deep into himself to shelter away from the sharp angry jealousy he always felt when thinking of them.

Was he even jealous because he wanted Orihime? He hadn't thought lustful things or any of the like, but had suffered the dulled pain of loss, like when someone recalled something that had hurt them in the far away past.

It still pained him like hell though.

"Tatsuki-chan? Why are you so pale all of the sudden? I didn't hurt you too much did I?!"

His lids slowly lifted over his now flat emotionless eyes.

"Tatsuki-chan! What's wrong?! Why do you keep looking at the closet like that?!"

The beating in his chest almost ceased at that.

Please don't tell her I'm here!

He forced himself to listen to at least know if there were any signs of her giving his location away.

"Actually, Orihime-chan... I have to get dressed and take care of something before going to the drug store... Could you go down stairs with mom?"

Orihime, probably finding something odd about her request, hesitated before saying, "Ah, okay, Tatsuki-chan."

It wasn't long before he heard their voices moving about the room and the door opening and closing. A couple of minutes passed before Tatsuki's steps headed towards the closet.

She's going to beat the shit out of me for what I was doing earlier. He had known what he had been doing and to tell the truth, he hadn't been able to help it. As soon as he was alone with her, that needing to numb himself had come. At the moment he had begun to discreetly insinuate himself, he hadn't been thinking about how Tatsuki was his best childhood friend and that she wasn't like the other girls back in Tokyo.

Now he was reminded of what a desperate pervert he had become.

The sliding door of her closet was finally opened, letting in the minimal light of the day from her room enter it.

"You can come out now," her tired voice informed.

Relieved to leave that tiny place that was starting to make him claustraphobic, he let out a pent up breath and stepped back, straightening his neck.

Crap!

Rubbing the hurting area, he turned around and faced her.

Oh, yeah. She's pissed alright.

It wasn't that she was glowering at him. She was wearing a solemn expression that somehow held a hint of confusion.

"You heard everything." It wasn't a question. She was just stating the obvious.

Smiling brightly, he shrugged while still massaging the side of his neck. "It's no big deal!" the lie came out so easily that he had almost begun to believe it himself.

Her eyes narrowed, seeing through his words the moment they left his smiling lips. "Don't bullshit me, Ichigo. I know that listening to all of that was killing you."

Damn it! Why can't she just let it go?! There's nothing wrong with me! Honest!

"I can handle it!" his smile faltered yet still held. "I thought it would hurt more, but after a while I just kinda' forgot about it and thought about other stuff!"

Studying him hard, she eventually nodded, her eyes sharp in suspicion.

"I might be going to the drug store with Orihime-chan, but I still have to talk to you about some things," he stiffened, knowing what she meant.

"Oh, really...?"

"Yeah," her face contorted into a scowl, "like that shit you were trying to pull off earlier."

In spite of his smile stubbornly lingering, he felt his face blanching. He should have known that Tatsuki wasn't going to forget that.

"I don't... I don't really know what you're talking about, Tatsuki."

"You think?" her eyes flashed. "I know that everything that happened might have been traumatic enough to change some parts of you and what you were doing earlier was a sign."

Oh, great! Now she thinks I'm crazy! His inner thoughts were probably written on his face because her brows raised slightly.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

"No, you're not," his voice came out harder than he had intentioned.

"No matter what you say, something is wrong with you," not intimidated by how his faux happy demeanor had disappeared, she turned around and headed over to her drawers across the room. Once there, he heard her mutter more to herself, "And don't think that I'm going to just back off."

Inwardly swearing, he kept himself from saying anything as she pulled some clothes out. Finished picking out what she was going to wear, she glanced his way.

"I'm changing in the bathroom and you can leave when we're gone. I doubt that mom is even going to notice with all of the junk she has bought."

Nodding, he clenched his jaw watching her as she left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

I have to be more careful... Tatsuki has begun to notice. He had almost made a very stupid mistake in nearly showing his true colors to someone as observant as her.

(***)

She was a nervous wreck. Watching Tatsuki as she laid out stacks of now empty boxes on the counter of her bathroom, she continued to fidget with her hands, not really knowing what to do to keep them still. What her friend had said couldn't be true, right? As she had told her over at her house, she couldn't be pregnant after trying for a year. Both her and Ogichi were overly active and to have something of this magnitude suddenly spring up on them.

She only hoped that he would be happy with the news. To be honest, she didn't know if she was going to pass out or jump in joy at finding out what the six tests Tatsuki had made her buy at the drug store had to say.

"Okay... This test...," Tatsuki paused to pick up a small box to read the back, "this one turns blue if it's positive."

"Does-does it say anything yet?" she stammered out from her seat a top the lowered toilet lid, wringing her hands together.

"Nope! The only thing these tests have in common other than being for pregnancy is that they take about five minutes to give results."

"Oh," a bit disappointed at having to wait, she forced herself to relax by flattening her sweaty palms on her lap.

"This other one is supposed to show two pink lines..."

If it weren't for her friend being there keeping her calm, she would have run out of the apartment screaming at how long the tests were taking. As soon as they had both reached her new bigger apartment, she had gone off to the bathroom and did what was required to get the test results started while Tatsuki had waitied for her. She had been so anxious that as soon as she was finished, she had begged her friend to be with her once the tests were done.

"This one shows a purple plus sign..."

Just how many kinds of pregnancy tests were there?! Orihime had been shocked to see that a whole isle in the farmacy was dedicated to just that. One side were ovulating tests to tell a woman when she was fertile and the other side was just for pregnancy. She had been trembling and so jumpy that Tatsuki had just rolled her eyes and picked tests that had special seals to be 99.9% effective in giving correct results.

I'm defenitely going to pass out if they all come out positive! Her heart literally wanted to leap out of her chest. Even though it made her feel bad, she was glad that Ogichi wasn't home yet because if he had seen her so close to a nervous breakdown he would have gone into one of his fits.

"How much time has passed?"

"Huh?!" jumping at Tatsuki's question, she blinked then raised her wrist to look at her watch. "Um... Three minutes."

"Okay, then we'll know for sure in a little bit."

Only two minutes left? She felt like it had been an eternity since she had taken those tests! How long was it going to take? Now she understood that when anxiety took hold time just took a snail-like pace.

Leaning her hips against the counter with her arms crossed, Tatsuki smirked. "You need to calm down. You look like you're about to have a heart attack."

"Sorry, I'm just...," blushing, she looked down at her hands that had started to grip the cloth of her long skirt desperately.

"It's okay... You know you have a lot of people that will help you through this."

Her confident words brought comfort because they were true. There was only one thing dampening her normal enthudiasm lately.

Ichigo's disappearance. For a year they hadn't heard a word from him and she was certain that her and Ogichi had everything to do with it. If things had been fine... she wouldn't have minded having him there with her other best friend, the one that was like a protective sister, supporting her.

She no longer loved him like in the past. In fact she knew that hadn't even been love. More like gratitude and admiration mingling with the need to connect with someone unreachable. Ogichi had been the one that had surprisingly filled that void and made her happy just by always being there unconditionally. He was still rough around the edges, but he had somehow adapted to society's rules just to be able to stay with her.

What she wished was for Ichigo to not still be suffering for his sacrifice. Everyone had seen the emptiness in his eyes and in her guilt she had tried to help him and Rukia get back together again.

It had all been a complete and utter failure, time after time. Both of them would be too awkward and wouldn't even look at each other directly in the eyes. After a couple of weeks, she had unwillingly given up on fixing what was left of their relationship.

What she really wanted for Ichigo was for him to fill the void in himself. She had forgiven him long ago and it hurt her that the flatness in his eyes was all too recognizeable to her. He was feeling what she had once and that to her was painful. She couldn't stand the thought of him going through that torture. He was her dear friend...

"I think enough time has passed," Tatsuki murmured.

Gulping, she checked her wristwatch again and saw that indeed the five minutes were up.

"Do you want to check or do you want me to do it?" understanding, her friend didn't look like she would judge her for being too cowardly to look.

"Um, could you look for me?" she winced apologeticaly and Tatsuki just smiled.

"I'll do it, but you try not to pass out now. Promise?"

"Promise!" giving a single nod, she straightened her back ready for anything.

Seeing her friend turn to the tests lined up on the white counter, she started to tremble in excitement. She didn't want to pass out because she had promised, but she knew that one thing was certain...

If all of the tests were positive, she would scream at the top of her lungs and run around her building just telling everyone she ran into.

"Ready for the first result?"

"Yup!" she nodded eagerly though her friend was looking at the tests and not her.

"Positive."

Oh, Kami-sama! To keep from squealing in delight, she moved her energetic hands to the sides of the toilet lid and held on for dear life.

"Here's the second one... Positive."

Her breathing quickened.

Tatsuki kept calling out the results. One after another had the same answer... positive. By the time she had told her the last confirming result, Orihime was already hyper-ventilating.

I'm-I'M PREGNANT!

"Congrats, Orihime-chan!" Tatsuki grinned at her and then widened her eyes comically when Orihime jumped from the toiled seat and gave out a long high-pitched scream of happiness. Jumping up and down in excitement, she could already feel tears tingling in the back of her eyes when she then nearly knocked Tatsuki over in a fierce hug.

"THANK YOU! THANK YOU, TATSUKI-CHAN!" she tearfully shouted wearing a smile that was so wide that it hurt her cheeks.

"Urm! Who you need to thank is that horny creep you have as a husband! He's the one that made that baby!"

A giggle escaped her since that was only something Tatsuki would say. She was just so happy that she had someone like a sister there with her to share the good news. It made the news all the more special and real to her.

And then just like that, her over-excitement made her feel vaguely light-headed.

Oh, no!

Luckily, her friend had a firm hold of her when her body slackened in her arms and her mind entered blissful unconsciousness.

"Darn it, Orihime-chan! You promised to not pass out!" Tatsuki laughingly said, not surprised in the least.

(***)

The loud squeaky moans were hurting his eardrums, but he continued to surge violently into the willing cloaking warmth of the woman beneath him. Nails dug into the muscles of his forearms as he drilled her harder into the backseat of the car, her cries getting louder as her muscles shuddered around him.

He knew that she was close to coming and that thought sent him into a frenzy that had her placing one of her hands on the closed car door to keep her head from bumping hard into its cushioning. Sweat was soaking into his shirt, sticking it to his chest, but he felt nothing. The woman underneath him with her legs raised so high that her high-heeled shoes scraped against the roof of the car was a nobody. Just a vessel for him to get off on.

"Ah...! Kurosaki!" she gasped, arching her back, her medium-sized breasts raising as her face reddened.

Her muscles clamped down on him in her release and he then knew that it was time for him to let go. His ejaculation wasn't as thrilling as he would have liked. Just some tingling warm spurting liquid that ejected out of his cock to just be restrained into a condom.

At least he always took care of himself whenever getting his 'fix'. There was no way of knowing if the women he had sex with had 'something' that could stupidly endanger his life. He used them even he already knew the woman, just like he knew the female limply panting underneath him.

"That... was amazing..."

He didn't bother replying, slowly removing his mostly clothed body off hers. Seeing her there with her short mini-skirt around her hips, her legs shameless spread and how both her shirt and bra had been pushed up to her chin to free her breasts, he felt slightly nauseated.

Just another symtom of how low he had fallen.

Closing his eyes, he carefully pinched the elastic ring of the condom still attached to his rapidly softening cock and pulled it off slowly to not spill it's contents.

Finishing that shameful task, he opened his eyes to put the used condom somewhere on the dark grey carpeted flooring of the car before lifting up his pants that had been down to his mid-thighs.

"When can I see you again?"

Never.

Smirking at her now, he said, "Maybe some other day."

She smiled back, lifting half her body on her elbows to study him as he dragged both hands over his sweat dampened hair distractedly. When he had left Tatsuki's house he had ran into Ito Misuki, some random girl that had been a senior when he had been a freshman. She had been considered the prettiest girl in school and when he had seen her, he had instantly began to reel her in.

He had been very surprised at how willing she was. If Keigo ever found out that he had just made the most popular stuck-up girl in their school scream, he would probably drown in a pool of jealousy... Too bad that Ichigo hadn't really cared one wit for having sex with someone as unattainable as her. He hadn't even thought of it when he had done it.

He had just thought about coming and undergoing that temporary euphoria that came with orgasm.

That girl and all of the others he'd had over the past year were nothing to him, though he never treated them rudely even when he was rough and most of the time distracted. He didn't see them when they fucked. To tell the truth, he didn't need to see them. All he had to do was the required movements that brought him to climax.

It was the exact thing he had been planning on doing to Tatsuki back at her house... He grimaced mentally at the truth. When he had been alone with her, he had started to have those thoughts of inferiorioty that always pushed him for an outlet to find numbness.

Sex numbed it.

Sick! Twisted! Nasty son of a bitch! How could he have thought of using her for something so meaningless?! She would have killed him if she found out what he had wanted from her. Tatsuki wasn't like the easy girls in Tokyo or even Karakura like Ito Misuki had turned out to be. She was his friend for shit's sakes! He would have fucked up big time if he had dared to push things further!

He even had to admit that she wasn't his type, if he even had a type. Usually the girls he picked were femininity personafied. The kind of girls that acted like ladies in the street but were true sluts were it counted. Those were easier for him to handle. Tatsuki on the other hand would have castrated him without batting an eyelash. She wouldn't have tolerated that shit from him or any other guy. He couldn't even remember if she'd had a boyfriend or even liked boys for that matter. She wasn't exactly into the same things normal girls were into which was why he had been friends with her for so long.

Tatsuki wasn't as sensitive and gullible as the women he targetted. He could have shattered their friendship that was already hanging by a delicate thread if he had continued insinuating himself...

I need to control this shit!

***

Geez, that Ogichi is a complete nut-job!

It had taken longer time for Tatsuki to actually leave Orihime's apartment than initially thought. Just five minutes after she had lain Orihime down on her living-room couch Ogichi had appeared and went into one of his high-strung tantrums over why his 'lil 'hime' was knocked out like a log. She hadn't wanted to tell him the news since that was up to Orihime. It would have just spoiled it.

Spending over ten minutes explaining to him that she had just suffered from shock over learning something, he started spitting out questions. He eventually found the boxes in the bathroom and started trying to figure out exactly what those boxes meant. He hadn't stopped bugging her about them and when she had stated that it was Orihime's place to tell him, he then started trying to gently rouse her up.

It had been comical to her seeing how the albino had leaned over her friend, saying his nickname for her in a sing-song voice while clutching an empty pregnancy test to his chest. Unfortunately when she woke up and told him the news, Tatsuki then knew she'd be forced to stay longer to 'celebrate'.

Ogichi had taken the news better than she imagined. At first, he had scoffed and thought they were 'shittin' him, but after he saw how solemn she was and Orihime who was bouncing up and down on the couch, he finally blew up by saying 'Bout fuckin' time!' and bursting out laughing afterwards before hugging her over-excited friend that positively glowed at his reaction.

She couldn't help but feel like a third wheel in their joy, but Orihime had insisted. During the whole time her friend had told her of her plans for the baby, her mind kept going back to Ichigo's odd behavior back at her house.

Something told her that he had done something stupid to push the news out of his mind. He had smiled, but the wounded expression in his eyes had spoke volumes of how Orihime's startling news had affected him.

Ichigo wasn't alright with it. Far from it. How he had been trying to touch her in her room, told her that there was something strange that he was doing. Something that he didn't want others to find out. When she had confronted him before leaving to dress to accompany Orihime to the drug store, he had been trying to lamely hide his discomfort at having that brought up.

What is wrong with him?

Walking now under the waning evening sunlight, she headed over to the bus stop that was a block's distance from Orihime's apartment, her mind distracted by her inner questions.

The bus stop was set right in front of a parking lot meant for people who left their vehicles to later uses buses for out of town destinations. Going to stand under the half-roof of the station, her ears picked up a sound that she wouldn't have expected to hear in such a public place.

Moans and the unmistakeable noise of a car shaking under tremendous force.

One of her brows shot up and her face turned an immediate shade of red, but she refused to turn to the obvious sound of two freaks fucking in a car so damned close to the fencing off area of the parking lot.

Horny perverts.

Crossing her arms, she waited with barely hidden impatience for the cursed bus meant to take her back to her house to show up. She really hated being around people that disgusting and knowing herself, she would probably walk up to the car and tell them off if she didn't leave fast.

"Ah...! Kurosaki!"

SAY WHAT?!

Not believing that it could be Ichigo doing something that sick in public, she abruptly turned around, her eyes finding the white car that conspicuously moved. It was one of the ones closest to the bus stop.

"You've gotta' be fucking kidding me," she whispered, her eyes so wide that it was a miracle they didn't spill out of their sockets

The car was so close that she could even make out the moving shadow of a thrusting male figure.

Her jaw dropped in shock when the car finally stopped bouncing and the figure sat up. Unable to look away, she watched for a couple of more seconds as the suspicious male stepped out, rearranging his clothes and running hands through his very recognizable orange hair.

"Fuck no!" the shout was loud enough to make him jerk and look at her in frightened amazement. The look on his face said it all. She was the last person he had wanted to see at that moment.

Ichigo!

His stunned expression mirrored hers.

Still in shock, her face not losing it's traumatized appearance, she breathed loudly,"You raunchy sick asshole!"

He visibly stiffened and then quickly looked at the car just as a female wearing close to nothing leaped at him from its insides. She watched as the girl wrapped her slender arms around his neck, holding herself to give him a harsh kiss in spite of him being tense and not responding.

This wasn't the Ichigo she knew... That Ichigo was gone. She realized it when he gently pushed the girl away, prying her arms off him while wearing a seductive little smirk that didn't reach his eyes.

Discreetly his emotionless eyes met hers again as he spoke a couple of words with the somehow familiar girl.

So this is what he had been doing this whole time?! Being a womanizing prick?! He sure hadn't wasted time in making 'friends' after just recently returning to Karakura. She had seen how he had been with those other two girls in Tokyo...

Shaking her head, she decided that she no longer wanted to use that bus stop to get home. Just discovering Ichigo's new side had made her want to leave the whole street altogether and find another one to go home. She knew that if she stayed, he would try to talk to her as soon as his, ahem, 'friend' left.

After seeing that, she wasn't sure if she was willing to listen to him...

Shoving her hands in her jean pockets, she stiffly walked away and though he didn't call out her name, she did feel the heat of his eyes following her.

It still gave off that skin blistering sensation of being both hot and cold.

***

A/N: HIME IS PREGGY!!! And PERVY Ichigo traumatized poor Tatsuki! OMGWTF??!! LOL). Believe me, his prob is purely psychologica! Look up CSB (compulsive sexual behavior) on the net! I originally started writing this chap listening to HIM-Killing Loneliness and then I put on Sirenia, Rammstein and Atreyu which made the chap have a bunch of different emotions in it. Hope people still liked! To anyone wondering about Uryuu's GF Don't kill me! EEEE!!! I made her so she could fit several descriptions, but know this she's either, Rukia, Yuzu, Nemu, or Nanao. It won't be known until waaaaaaaaay later on in the story.

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