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What Could Possibly Happen Next?
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No one can stop the flow of time, not even Orihime with all her Godlike powers, so inevitably, the next day came.
Tatsuki Arisawa stood gruffly with her arms crossed over her chest as she stared down the much-too-calm shopkeeper of the Urahara Shop, ex-captain of the 12th division, and founder of the Research Institute of Technology, Kisuke Urahara himself. The air was thick with power, both from the restless Tatsuki and the mysterious Kisuke.
There would be no-holds-barred in these next ten days. These days were specifically meant for her to get stronger, and looking at the freakishly powerful man she was going to go up against, there was no doubt in Tatsuki's mind that she
would get stronger. The silence in the underground training area was deafening, and she couldn't stand it. It was like some foreboding presence had blanketed itself over them and she couldn't determine whether or not that danger was for her new sensei, or for herself.
Judging by his obviously superior power however, the new Shinigami got the sickening sense that this feeling, this
danger, was meant for her.
"Are you ready, Arisawa-san?"
Urahara had put away his guise of flamboyance. He knew without a doubt that this girl he volunteered to train knew what was at stake. Her encounter with the Menos had engraved that in her. She knew that at her current level she was no match for the Hollows that had been created since Aizen's twisted scheme, the Hollows she would eventually have to face should she want to stay by Ichigo's side.
However, he also knew that she was going to be strong.
Freakishly strong at that, if Orihime and Chad were any indicator of what happened to people with prolonged exposure to Ichigo's reiatsu. Not only had she been around him the longest out of pretty much
anyone, but she had also gained her power
directly from him. The orange-haired young man had been, and still was, the strongest being he had ever seen in his lifetime, and any person fortunate enough to get their power from him—not to mention assimilate it as it was meant to be—was going to be formidable.
"Whenever you are," she replied off-handedly.
Without any further warning Urahara's cane lashed out and before Tatsuki could even react the base had pushed right through her head and shot her Soul Reaper form out of her body until she rolled to a stop many feet away.
"What the hell was that for!" She screamed as she jumped back to her feet. "You could have at least given me a bit of a heads-up!"
The shopkeeper smiled brightly. "Where's the fun in that?"
Growling angrily, Tatsuki whipped out her zanpakutou and prepared to charge at the man who would be her teacher. She should have anticipated what happened next, but her anger dulled that particular sense. Without doing so much as giving her a flinch, Urahara drew his sword from his cane at the last second and parried her blade away to the side, sending the completely off-balance body that held it along for the ride. As Tatsuki picked herself up, spitting out dirt embarrassedly and trying to keep the color from her cheeks, she glared at the smirking shopkeeper.
"Tsk tsk Arisawa-san. Lesson one: anger always dulls judgment. Anger can be used to fuel the body, but should never be used to power the mind."
She continued to glare, but nodded her head obediently like a good student who learned an important lesson. Even she wouldn't argue against sound logic, especially when it came to fighting.
"Now then, now that the formalities have passed," Urahara stated happily, but then contrasted that moments later by turning deathly serious, "…we're going to find out the name of your sword."
The normally fearless tomboy could feel the chill that entered the wind as he said that. Something told her she was in deep trouble.
Is he going to let me meditate and try to talk to my zanpakutou's spirit? She wondered, but her question was quickly answered when her teacher ran at her with his sword at the ready.
Oh crap! And that's how it went.
For three days and three-and-a-half nights, Tatsuki fought off the skilled ex-captain with all of her might, trying every method she knew to keep herself alive. No matter the situation that arose however, she received no voice from her sword. By the fourth night, Tatsuki was still fighting, but she was getting frustrated, beyond frustrated even. She was angry at herself, at her sword, and at the merciless sensei that was pushing her to the limits of her expertise. The only blessing she could count was the fact that Urahara had yet to call out his zanpakutou into Shikai, otherwise she knew she'd be in for a world of hurt.
That wasn't to say that she wasn't hurting though, far from it. Bruises and cuts adorned her body from the various blows she had been delivered and she had barely been able to touch him so far. In fact, the cleanest hits she had been able to get in had been when she hadn't even been using her sword at all. On the defensive for the umpteenth time, the irritated novice had deflected his oncoming sword with hers and with two quick kicks had not only rendered him weaponless, but also hammered aforementioned weapon into the ground many feet away.
Other people might have taken the opportunity to attack with their own blade, but not only was Tatsuki not one to break that unspoken code of conduct in fighting, the whole point of doing that in the first place had been so she as well could switch to hand-to-hand. She was far more skilled in that area and it showed. The instant she had let go of her sword she had landed five hits to his chest, and though the roundhouse kick she had aimed at his head would have been blocked by his arm, he hadn't been prepared for the
feint to be pulled away at the last second to allow her to continue spinning, thus allowing the
other foot that now had a good deal of momentum behind it to land straight and true in his gut. Doubled over momentarily he set himself up perfectly for one last punch to the face that knocked him back far enough for her to grab her sword and run away.
She hated that last part. For close to four days she had been doing nothing but guerilla-like hit-and-runs. She could only face him for moments at a time before she would be completely overpowered. She hated running. She felt weak, helpless. She was in enemy territory with a nameless weapon that she didn't even know how to use…and she was fighting an ex-
captain for crying out loud!
Still, she couldn't deny that her skill with the blade was rapidly improving. Those moments of fighting at the beginning had gradually turned into minutes, which then over time evolved into nearly an hour before she had to retreat. She was developing at a radical pace, but it wasn't good enough. Her blade wasn't helping her. She heard time and time again from Ichigo that the only way he had survived many of his battles was trusting in Zangetsu, and she didn't even know her zanpakutou's name, let alone have any trust from it!
Come on please! Tell me your name! She groaned as she breathed heavily to recover from her latest bout with her insane teacher. It was only a matter of time until he found her, and she wasn't looking forward to it.
Why did I agree to this again? If I hadn't, Ichigo and I could be doing so
many things right now… She allowed her thought to trail off into her imagination, which at the moment was steering into territory the tomboy hadn't allowed herself to venture into until recently. Even after the torture she had been put through so far, it was thoughts of her orange-headed boyfriend that kept her going.
She needed to be strong, not even necessarily for herself. She needed to be strong for
him. If she wanted to be with him, she needed to be able to hold her own by his side. Even if that wasn't the way he viewed it, it was the only way she would allow herself to get close to someone. She would
not be a burden. If she couldn't prove herself for him then she wasn't going to be with him. The current pain of her body couldn't even be compared to the pain that thought brought her heart.
It was those thoughts that kept her fighting.
Her fantasies were dispelled when a sword destroyed the rock she was hiding behind. She quickly stopped the next blow from coming with an innovative block while she rolled away before leaping up into her preferred sword stance.
Urahara sighed. He had expected it to take a while, but not this long. Her soul had inherited many things from its benefactor, that much was certain, but it wasn't all good. She absorbed fighting techniques like a sponge, she had advanced from barely knowing how to
hold a sword to being able to hold him off for hours at a time, but in three days he had yet to see a difference in her reiatsu. Like was natural, he had thought that endangering her would bring out her zanpakutou's spirit the fastest, but for once in his life he couldn't help but think that he may have made a mistake. He would give it more time though. If she had truly assimilated Ichigo's styles, there was bound to be an explosion sooner or later.
He could only hope it would be sooner rather than later.
Not like he was looking forward to the explosion though either, Ichigo's had very nearly taken off one of his arms.
"Arisawa-san, I'm afraid you've been missing the entire point of this lesson," he began condescendingly, impressively hiding his approval of her improvement. "Running away is no longer an option, if you don't fight me…" Benihime's crimson aura started glowing around him menacingly. "…I
will kill you.
"Awaken, Benihime."
Tatsuki's worst fears were confirmed when Urahara's blade warped and changed in response to its name, and an ornate sword with an oddly shaped hilt was soon pointed at her. The fight had just shifted from that of simple swordsmanship to that of otherworldly power, and she couldn't even use Shunpo, let alone her zanpakutou!
Even then, what came next she never could have expected. Her sensei charged at her and with a slash upwards, tried to slice her from hip to shoulder. Naturally, she dodged the move, but what she didn't see was the wind and reiatsu following the blade, typical of one of Benihime's signature attacks.
That was what cut her.
Pain unlike anything she had ever felt exploded through her body, and her vision swam hazily as breath became increasingly harder to get as shock settled into her mind. It was almost like she wasn't even in her body anymore, as if everything she was feeling could be sensed all at once without even focusing on it. She could feel the wetness of something steadily bathe down her body, sickened in the knowledge that it wasn't water. Her hearing felt muted and her tongue felt like lead, like cotton had been stuffed into her ears and the only thing her mouth could do was taste the copper floating up her throat.
Her pounding pulse drowned out any other sound she might have been able to hear as the deep crimson liquid flowed freely from the large gash in her torso, and she could only watch in twisted amusement the look on Urahara's shocked face while she slowly fell to her knees. She could feel herself losing blood, she could feel consciousness escaping her hold. It was almost comforting, the sensation that came over her as the adrenaline that had her blood pulsing faster only made it easier for her to succumb to the blood loss that in turn numbed the pain. It was strange, the agonizing pain was the only thing keeping her aware and all she wanted to do was flee from it, but she knew the unconsciousness which allowed her to escape from that pain was worse than the problem it solved.
Yup, she thought dazedly,
definitely the strangest feeling ever. What she could also feel though, was the overwhelming dread that came over her as she realized this was one slumber she might never wake up from. She would never see Ichigo's scowling face again, and she would never feel the happiness that his rare smiles offered her. She would never feel the joy of being in his strong arms again, and she would never know the completeness that she could gain from becoming one with him. His kisses were so confident and loving, she could practically hear the words from his actions alone. She had wanted to spend the rest of her life getting to know everything there was to know about the Shinigami prodigy that had ended the war with Aizen, but now, all she could do was watch as her world faded away before her eyes. She wasn't going to be able to do any of those things anymore.
She was going…to die.
No…why like this? I wanted to do so much…I only wanted to be by his side…dammit why do I have to die like this! She wanted to cry, just to give one last testimony to her failed ambitions before her life faded, but no tears would come. Even in death, her pride kept her closed up.
Was it pride that made me wait for Ichigo for so long? Did I not want to let others see that I could love just as much as they could simply because my toughness wouldn't allow it? Damn it all… And as her world faded to black, a worse fate encroached.
Pff, I thought you were stronger than that. Time to let the master take over.
…
Urahara's eyes opened wide when Tatsuki's reiatsu flared to captain-like proportions and she brought her zanpakutou up unexpectedly, nearly cutting off his head had he not jumped away at the last moment available. She still managed to hit his hat though, and he looked mournfully down on the precious material as it fell to the ground in two halves.
He wasn't given long to do that however, because Tatsuki's form jumped up and went on the offensive with a repetitive, psychopathic laugh that chilled the calm shop-owner to the deepest depths of his bones. Parrying her blow was easy enough for someone like him, but the force behind it jarred up his arm from the block and caused him to gulp.
The reiatsu in the air…there's no mistaking it. Those thoughts were only confirmed when a shaken Kisuke Urahara witnessed white bone start oozing like liquid into solid form on Tatsuki's face.
She inherited more from Kurosaki-san than I thought! "
Let me guess…" the eerily echoed voice stated overconfidently as it tapped the flat of its blade against its shoulder.
"You're thinking about Ichigo right now?" The shopkeeper's eyes widened slightly at hearing the Hollow speak.
"Don't answer that, I know I'm right. Didn't you find it odd that her reiatsu tried to suck your Soul Reaper power right out of you? I'll admit I tried to do it to Ichigo too but at the time I was so desperate I was willing to take anyone's." His eyes narrowed calculatingly.
She couldn't mean… "
You didn't honestly think she walked away from that bone-headed lunk's soul-sucking attack unscathed did you? She nearly had half her soul drained away that day." She grinned at the shocked expression that suddenly overtook her opponent's face.
"That's right, I was born that day. With Ichigo in such close combat right beside us the emptiness where part of her soul once was took form. A Hollow born from hollowness; fitting, isn't it? But essentially... I was useless! I was a god inside a regular human soul! I could do nothing! Do you know how frustrating it is when the Queen can't do anything and the Horse can't even help!" The Tatsuki that was gradually gaining a mask sighed grumpily and let loose a Hollow's signature steam from its mouth. By now nearly half of her face was covered and Urahara was able to see that it was forming like a geisha's intricate mask, except that geisha's' masks didn't have a skull's teeth on them. One eye was completely Hollowized and the other was in typical Vizard form, as in the glowing yellow iris was a pupil and thankfully it had yet to be enveloped by the mask's white covering.
"
All she wanted to do was be with Ichigo, but you thought she'd train in exactly the same way, so you pushed her. News flash! She didn't fight in order to grow my power! She meditated! I couldn't even try and take over because of her, ugh…regularity." She spat the word like it was a curse.
"She may be physically strong but her soul was as regular as they come before I came along! But after, I was always there, growing more and more the longer she stayed in the void her soul had become. You were right though, she would have died if you hadn't gotten a zanpakutou to balance me out. Why do you think she can't hear its name? It's because I'm much more powerful than it'll ever be." The Hollow-Tatsuki looked over her sword lackadaisically and smiled a smile that seemed like it should have broken her mask with its width.
"Let me show you what it can do." With those last foreshadowing words, she tossed her sword into the air. Urahara couldn't believe that she would be stupid enough to do that kind of thing, but as it was falling back down the Inner Hollow caught it by slamming her knuckles onto either side of the blade.
"Prepare To Fight: Kouki." The sword glowed white and slowly melted onto the arms holding it, wrapping its radiant light around her fists and all the rest of her body up to her shoulders, until when the light faded, metal bracers made from sleek black material and marked with sporadic gold intricacies revealed themselves. They surrounded her shihakushou's sleeves and made them fit to the exact form of her arms under the transformed zanpakutou, giving her once baggy uniform a much tighter and extremely more appealing fit. In truth, they looked like an elongated pair of fighting gloves. Short blades extended from the knuckles but all in all what they were meant for seemed relatively simple.
Tatsuki was a hand-to-hand fighter. Apparently her zanpakutou followed that line of thinking.
Urahara almost breathed a sigh of relief, that was until she pulled back one of her fists and punched the open air. His eyes widened when a blast of reiatsu shot the air in front of her fist at him at a tremendous speed, and he was just barely able to make it out of the way in time before the concussive blast cracked the rock face behind him.
Force impacts! It was almost like Ichigo's blade's ability, except much harder to avoid. He shuddered when he thought of what it could do if it hit flesh instead of air. That zanpakutou was not to be underestimated.
Yet another Vizard. Even with this power, it won't be long until her body collapses. He hoped.
He retook his stance and prepared to fight the still-transforming Tatsuki, and he was fully ready to strike back when she jumped at him, but he was
not prepared for Ichigo to appear right before his eyes and stab Tensa Zangetsu's handle right into her half-formed mask as she did so. The bone covering crumbled before their eyes and the black sclera slowly bled back to normal, but that was only one half of the problem solved.
She looked around confusedly, the state of her body mercifully forgotten for the moment. "I-Ichigo? What are you doing here?" She was lucky she got to finish her sentence, because soon after she fell to the ground completely comatose, suffering from mental, physical, and even spiritual strain. Her zanpakutou resealed itself in response to her unconsciousness, and Ichigo picked up both her and the blade before putting it in its sheath. Holding her bridal style lest he aggravate her wound, he turned back to the surprised Urahara.
"I thought I sensed something wrong with her reiatsu," the young man hissed, trying valiantly to hold his anger in check. The ex-captain raised his finger to try and make a point but Ichigo cut him off. "I don't really care what you have to say right now, you aren't the person she needs to help her now that this has happened. I'll bring her back after we've sorted this through. I'm sorry Urahara-san…but if you
ever do something like this to Tatsuki again…"
The barely-restrained fury broke momentarily and Ichigo's abruptly black-laced eyes glared at his old teacher.
"…
I will kill you." With that, his form flickered and was gone from sight.
Kisuke Urahara sighed heavily. "Sheesh, kids these days. No patience whatsoever."
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Sensing reiatsu had long become child's play to the super-powered Vizard, and hardly thirty seconds after he had left his old master's shop Ichigo reappeared in front of a hand-holding Orihime and Uryuu. Said girl looked truly stunned when the Soul Reaper—complete with Bankai release no less—appeared before her but even more so when she noticed the precious, bloody bundle he was carrying in his arms.
"Tatsuki!" She cried instantly and ran out of Uryuu's hold, much to his dismay, though he knew it was trivial in the face of what was before them.
The orange-haired Shinigami cut her off before she started in one of her usual rants. "Listen Orihime, I don't have the time to explain but I need you to heal her right now. We have some really important things to do and if she's not at full strength it won't do much good."
Orihime listened with rapt attention and quickly activated her Shun Shun Rikka's Souten Kishun ability. Every cut and bruise, and most importantly the possibly fatal gash going up her chest, was healed instantly and Ichigo let loose the breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"Thanks Orihime. We'll explain all about her Soul Reaper looks in a few days. I really am sorry but we have to go."
Once again, with the turbocharged Shunpo his Bankai gave him, Ichigo disappeared from sight with Tatsuki in his arms.
Uryuu rearranged his glasses carefully and held out his hand to help Orihime up. "Whenever he says something like that I always get a bit worried."
Orihime gave one of her old warmhearted chuckles. "Tatsuki's alright and Ichigo's going to help her! That's fine with me for now!"
Uryuu smiled discreetly so only she would see it. "Only you would think something like that Orihime, only you."
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Ichigo sat beside Tatsuki's bed where she lay sleeping. He had left Bankai for obvious reasons, but both of them were still in their Soul Reaper bodies, invisible to the rest of the normal world. He had removed her socks and sandals as to not dirty the bed and he had done the same as he sat in the chair beside her, and thankfully Orihime's ability had already removed the blood from her body and restored it inside her.
He put his head in his hands miserably. "I should have known!" He whispered to himself angrily. "I should have known this might have been possible when I gave her my powers! Stupid stupid stupid stupid!"
A hand suddenly reached out and touched his knee and he looked up in surprise. "You weren't stupid Ichigo," Tatsuki said quietly. "This thing isn't your fault. Apparently I've had it since that thing with those Arrancar freaks." Her voice was weak but still held the confidence that defined her, and suddenly Ichigo had her hand clasped in both of his. He hadn't realized how much he had missed hearing her voice over the past few days, and now they had to meet prematurely because of something that was beyond their control.
"Damn it," he all but sobbed. This was not a time for him to start crying, and he fought it with all that he had, but he just couldn't stop it all. "No one else was supposed to have this burden. I destroyed the damn Hougyoku with my own sword! I didn't want anyone else to have to deal with this!"
The hand in his tightened, and when he looked over he could see the tears starting to form in young woman's eyes. Tatsuki rarely cried, but here she was, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. "Ichigo…I felt her take over back there…. I'm…I'm scared."
It was supposed to be a cold day in Hell the day Tatsuki Arisawa ever admitted she was scared, but Ichigo knew why she was. He knew all too well.
Ichigo pressed his forehead to hers and nearly choked on a bitter chuckle. "I know, you wouldn't believe me if I told you how much
I was scared about mine too. We'll get through this…together."
That was all Tatsuki Arisawa wanted to hear,
needed to hear. Thanks to Orihime she was healed, and she made good use of her healed body to grab the back of Ichigo's head and push his face the little way to hers. They could both taste the salt of their mingling tears as their lips joined but the mind-numbing sense of comfort the act gave them wiped all but the taste from their minds.
An already passionate kiss increased in fervor as their bodies reacted to the glorious sensations rushing through them and the terrors of the past lay all but forgotten as Ichigo kissed his way down her neck then back up to trace her jaw with his mouth. His warm lips and cool tongue switching places sporadically had Tatsuki's skin tightening in anticipation of the surprise temperature it would be assaulted with next, and suddenly the ordeal she had just been through was the last thing on her mind.
She wanted more, and her shihakushou was far more constricting than she thought it would be for such baggy material. Her skin felt like it was on fire, and that fire was all pooling at the one region Ichigo hadn't dared to go yet. This was more than an act of comfort: this was an act of love. For some reason even the circumstances seemed right to her. They both needed the reassurance, and they both needed the love the other could offer.
Put simply: this was what they needed, and she couldn't be surer about anything else in her life.
She didn't need to tell him this, mostly because her body could barely form the moans of delight coming from her throat at his ministrations, let alone words. She did what she could, and that was to shrug the loose shirt of his shihakushou from his shoulders so she could drag her fingers down the wonderfully carved flesh that resided underneath. Ichigo's breath hitched at her actions and she soon felt a decidedly harder piece of anatomy push into her from under his pants. The knowledge of what that was made her moan anew.
Using her actions as initiative, Ichigo mimicked what she had done and carefully removed the mended fabric of her shirt to the side, and for once in his life he was thankful for a sword's cut, because thanks to the once large wound in her chest the bindings covering her breasts had already been cut away. He wasted no time once the pale flesh of her perfectly healed chest was revealed, and gradually he started kissing his way down from her neck to her well-formed breasts, which were much larger than most people gave her credit for.
The sounds she made when he gave a hesitant first lick to one of her erect nipples made him even harder, if such a thing was possible at that point.
I have to hear that again. And he did. Over and over he heard those angelic sounds as he continued to experiment, and massage, and basically do everything in his power to have her writhe with pleasure. He was going to find every spot on her body that made her cry out, he was going to enjoy the long hours he was going to put into learning her body like the back of his hand. Oh he was going to enjoy it very much.
The hand that had been gently massaging the breast his mouth was not on at the moment trailed down her sweaty flesh, over the slim muscles of her abdomen that showed how much work she put into her body, and down to the obi on the bottom half of the uniform still on her body. She giggled slightly when he deftly undid the piece of cloth and tickled her waist while doing so, and this brought a near-evil grin to his face.
So she's ticklish there? I'll have to remember that. He removed himself from her chest and fixed his eyes on her hakama as he softly pulled them down and she raised her hips to make the action easier. His breath caught in his throat when her sculpted legs rising to her flawlessly tapered hips came into view. Some men might think that muscles were unsightly on women, but he could only gape in awe. They seemed to complete her, make her body into something other than human. She was, in a word: beautiful. There was only one last article of clothing keeping him from his goal, and soon it was a forgotten memory as they too were flung away. What surprised him was he wasn't the one to have done it.
She did.
"You're overdressed Ichigo," she purred sensually, and he bucked forward on impulse when that was combined with her finger grazing over his jaw-line and back down his chest to the belt of his Soul Reaper garments. Her nimble fingers made short work of his hakama and the underwear underneath, until she too was struck breathless by the magnificent work of art that was his nude body above hers. There was simply no way to describe the powerful physique that had been revealed to her that would do it justice. Everything about him was chiseled and hard, most noticeably the erection pointing proudly into the air above her thighs. She gulped nervously. She had never thought he would be
that big, and even with her practically nonexistent knowledge of the subject she knew that.
Not that she ever had any doubts about this particular line of thought, but the answer to whether or not his hair color was natural was answered with an overpowering yes. The tuft or orange pubic hair above his throbbing organ proved that much.
She was stunned out of her stare when Ichigo renewed his journey down her body with his mouth, and once again she was gripping the sheets in a white-knuckled hold to keep her body from convulsing under his touch. The magma that had been coursing through her was reaching unbearable temperatures, and when his cool tongue made its first trail over her dripping sex, that fire exploded.
Her back arched and she cried out as the unexpected, molten pleasure shot through her body like a bullet, and Ichigo eagerly continued his voyage over her slit with even more vigorous attempts, prolonging the resplendently unbearable bliss that was keeping her legs locked around his head.
Her taste was not what he had expected, but it was certainly not detestable in any sense of the word. It was interesting combination of musk, bitterness, sweetness, and an indisputable taste that was all Tatsuki. God he couldn't get enough.
Eventually her tense body collapsed onto the bed and her legs went slack from around his head, allowing him to smile up at the body panting and nearly crying in her joyous laughs while her fine sheen of sweat made her body glow in the dimming light of the room. She had never thought anything could feel that good, and she could only laugh in her joy at being proven so wrong.
With her muscles still trembling in the aftershocks of her orgasm, her new lover trailed his way back up her warm flesh until he was kissing her once more. She could taste the remnants of herself on his lips and she knew without a doubt that he wasn't disgusted by any part of her. He accepted her; her Soul Reaper part, her Hollow part, and most importantly, her part as a woman.
He proved time and again that his Hollow was what made it possible for him to save so many people. It was a part to be feared to be sure, but he was in control of it. His Hollow was the strongest thing she had ever known of, and he kept it in check. If he could, so could she. He was proving to her that by loving her without restraint, she had nothing to be afraid of. He was going to be there for her no matter what.
She felt the heated head of his cock press against her womanhood and moaned lowly as she looked at him with half-lidded eyes. "It's okay, I want this," she breathed out in response to his unasked question and saw his magnificent amber-brown eyes deepen with emotion as he leaned forward and kissed her before she felt herself be penetrated for the first time.
Nothing in her vocabulary could describe the feeling. He was hard, throbbing, and each beat of his heart was echoed in her body from the place they were joined. A flash of pain had bolted through her when he tore the proof of her innocence, but now all she felt was full. Complete. Her muscles were being stretched by his girth and it felt wonderful. When he moved unintentionally she threw her head back into the bed at the myriad of nerves that had ignited with the simple friction such a move caused.
Meanwhile Ichigo was faring no better. He couldn't describe what it felt like to be inside the woman below him. It felt like the most sensitive part of his body had been covered in tight, wet, heat. These muscles didn't stay immobile either, they contracted and shivered in unknowable sequences and that alone was driving him mad. In a move to try and alleviate the pressure that was building, he moved slightly and his back tensed instantly at the reactions that evoked in their joined sexes.
Oh GOD! They both thought simultaneously. Those thoughts didn't stay within the boundaries of their heads either, and the words escaped their lips in strangled cries.
"I love you," Tatsuki said instantly, bidden by some unknown instinct. She had to tell him, that was all she knew.
Ichigo's throat closed up. Staring into the dark eyes of the most ferocious woman he had ever known while pleasure shot through his body as a direct result of her, the act of love and trust they were performing was given a whole new meaning. They weren't having sex, they weren't comforting each other; they were making
love.
"I…love you too." It was all he could say. It was the complete and honest truth, anything less would have been lying not only to her, but to himself as well.
With those words they dissolved into a frenzy of kisses, and what had started off at a slow pace was driven faster and faster by the furious movements of Tatsuki's hips. She was no longer lying down and simply receiving the pleasure, she was reciprocating it as hard as her body would allow.
With them both still in their Soul Reaper forms, it was a force to be reckoned with.
Nerves ignited and died down, flesh met with flesh, and hands tangled with hair as they both strained for the sweet release that they could both feel building in their bodies.
Their souls felt at peace. They felt alive and invigorated. Something was happening inside of them as that peace seemed to take over all functions of their bodies.
They were one.
Ichigo slammed into her harder as she commanded, and the buzz behind his ears got louder and louder as they continued to ravage each other in the throes of passion. She was no longer stationary, she was as much of a part of this as he was and it was driving him mad with desire. He had wanted her writhing and screaming beneath him, and he was getting all that and more. He smashed his lips against hers forcefully as he felt his restraint snap and he exploded into her with a spastic movement of his hips as they covered each other's screams of release with their mouths. He felt her muscles contract harsher than they ever had in response and his own release was made all the sweeter with the joining of hers.
He collapsed next to her and the two sweaty bodies lay recovering as they held each other in the warm glow of their post-coital haze.
…
It is said that when a man and a woman join their bodies, they become one person, one entity. One
soul.
It appeared that that saying was correct.
Ogihci looked around the strange world he had suddenly been thrown into. It was like an amalgamation of his world of gravitationally-skewed blue skyscrapers and someone else's inner existence. Needless to say it felt strange, but he felt no fear. He didn't even know what the meaning of the word
fear was, unless it applied to his enemies. His black shihakushou had remained unchanged since the King had taken over, and it clashed marvelously with the new surroundings to his chagrin. Then he noticed one other thing that was different.
Another form was standing off in the distance. Another body. Another
person.
He smiled maniacally. At last, someone else was in his world. It perplexed him that it was another person
other than his host, but that was quickly explained when he walked closer and the form was defined into that of a female.
Ah, so the King finally found a Queen did he? Hehe, how interesting. In an instant he was in front of the woman and she responded by immediately sending a punch at his head. He dodged it easily but his opinion was quickly rising.
Heh, and a feisty one at that. That was when he noticed one very important thing: she was wearing a mask. A full Hollowized geisha mask covered her pale face. Her hair was a vibrant white exactly like his and her skin was just as light. She was sinuous and strong, that much was obvious, and her beauty was only hindered by the mask that covered her face.
He could feel it now, a deep resonance in his bones that responded to the woman in front of him. His host was engaged in some very serious actions with this person's host, and it was leaking over into him. He was instinct incarnate, and that instinct was not reserved to just anger and fighting. It was basic instinct in every living thing that procreation was the most important thing that could be done in this world, and suddenly his lust was shining through his usually
blood-lustful smile.
"
Who are you?" She asked with confusion somehow shown through her mask. She was dressed suspiciously like the Espada beings that he and his host had fought in the past, but the white garments tugged at her figure and made each and every sensual curve jut out on the all-too-regular body hidden only by the elaborate tear-drop marked mask.
Ogihci's smile widened. Even her voice was strong. She was perfect.
"
I don't have a name, but if you want to call me something you can call me Ogihci," he responded snidely, then proceeded to pin her against one of the walls of the nearby skyscraper. She struggled against him, but he could already see the effects of her host's lust on the strange Hollow in front of him. She was struggling against not only him but her own urges as well. She still had something hindering her basic instinct. He wanted to ravage the lips behind that mask with all of his completely instinctual soul, but something was blocking that.
Something he was going to rectify, and quickly.
He pinned her arms above her head as he stared into the fully-Hollow eyes of the woman.
"You feel it too don't you? The urge. I can make you more powerful than you ever imagined, do you want it?" The yellow eyes behind the mask widened.
"What do you mean?" Ogihci's lustful smile widened dangerously.
"The King and I destroyed the Hougyoku with our own blade because that idiotic girl couldn't summon the gall to destroy the only chance the King had at controlling me for longer than eleven seconds! Noble moron he is, the King decided to use our power to destroy it ourselves! Haha! It was simple really with power like ours, but it had an unexpected side-effect, one incredibly irritating. We became the Hougyoku! The stupid King gained full control and I've been stuck in here ever since, but I'm sure I can do something to help you with your little problem." With that, he tenderly—which was more than a miracle for the usually rough being—took hold of the chin of her mask before carelessly tossing the entire thing off into the distance, revealing the ivory skin in an exact replica of Tatsuki's face underneath. Her yellow eyes now blessed with pupils eyed him cautiously before her body shuddered and shook in his grip as her newfound reiatsu burst out of her unmasked body.
Ogihci smiled eerily.
Yes, she's perfect now. She will be mine.
…
Tatsuki's eyes shot open and bled black in the instant her Hollow had been unmasked and she shook violently in Ichigo's tender grip for all of two seconds as he was thrusting into her while her reiatsu reached unheard-of proportions. It was nowhere near Ichigo's but it more than outmatched any captain-class Soul Reaper. She clamped down on him in response and drove them both to another heated climax before they both fell to the bed in a panting heap.
Then, as quickly as it had come, she returned to normal.
"What the hell…was that?" Ichigo asked through his panting breaths.
"I…don't know. God it felt… good though," she responded in the same way with a sexy grin.
Invigorated by the sudden burst—which Ichigo felt at the same time as a malicious explosion of lust that felt suspiciously like Ogihci—she flipped them over and drove herself down onto his still steel-hard sex.
"Yesss," she hissed in pleasure. Ichigo could only throw his head back and muffle his equally pleased hiss.
…
The unmasked woman's eyes suddenly trained themselves on Ogihci and in response he simply grinned wider. There was nothing holding her back now. He was going to make her his.
He was still holding her, but the instant he let go of her arms they started scratching at his clothes and he was more than happy to oblige her. They tore off each other's attire as they meshed their lips together and he pinned her to the wall again as he ground himself against her. Their hands were everywhere at once, grabbing, groping, shaking. She was unused to the power and base instinct running through her, and Ogihci took full advantage of that.
He thrust his pale fingers into her dripping sex and watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and her head fell to the side, giving him full access to the white skin covering her graceful neck. He took the invitation immediately and started kissing and biting the flesh offered him until it was bruised and swollen, but the only sounds she ever made were ones of undiluted pleasure. He was going to mark her, claim her, make her his.
And she wanted it.
She had never known anything more powerful than her except Ichigo and this inverted form of her host's lover was even more powerful than him. He was dominating her, sending her careening towards the edge of bliss without hesitation. He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it from her. He didn't need to though, for she eagerly ground herself against his hand to reach that peak. She recognized his power as what it was: larger than hers. She wanted him and he wanted her.
No other inhibitions hindered the likes of the instinctual beings they were.
She was so close to the edge but before she fell, she felt Ogihci take his hand away. She glared at him full-force and grabbed his hand to put it back but he only smirked and in one quick movement, embedded himself deep inside her. She screamed when his large size impaled her all at once but it was a cry of absolute pleasure. Her skin scraped against the wall of the building but the only thing on her mind was the fullness between her legs.
She thrust her hips down to meet his thrusts and he renewed his grip on her hands to pull them above her head once again. He held her there as he continually and savagely pulled out and pushed into her, grunting in gratification every time as she struggled to get her hands free. He could tell she wanted to grab hold of him, to touch him. She was getting desperate for release and he made it his mission to fulfill her unasked request. But she had to submit. He wasn't going to give it to her until she did that.
"
Come on, you can do it! Give it to me! Give your control to me!" He gave her a particularly hard thrust and clamped his mouth over one of her nipples, pushing her even closer to the point of no return.
"
Oh God!" She cried passionately and Ogihci reveled in her cries of bliss. She was going to be his.
"
Yes, I'm your god! You have to give your control to this girl! I can't come out of my host so you sure as Hell can't come out of yours! You're going to give control to this girl and you're going to give it to me! Every time they join I'll be waiting for you, so you had better keep your host alive so you can meet me or so help me I'll pull your sorry ass from Hell and kill you myself!" With each word he pushed into her harder, driving his full length into her accepting body with exponential force.
"
I will! I swear I will!" She pleaded at last.
Ogihci grinned widely and he pushed into her one last time, harder than he ever had before.
"Good girl." He let go of her hands and just as he thought, they instantly clamped to the sides of his head as she forced their heads together with enough force to bruise their lips.
Finally, she threw her head back and let out an earth-shattering wail that destroyed buildings in the distance as her orgasm ripped through her like a zanpakutou's blade. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, but that was the ultimate aphrodisiac to the creatures that thrived on it.
When that happened, the white clothes of the Espada she had been wearing—the ones that had been discarded somewhere by Ogihci—were suddenly enveloped by black, the true testimony that she had given up control. He felt this happen as sure as she did.
As she slumped against him he smirked proudly. He was nowhere near done yet. She sensed that apparently, because in the next second she had pulled herself back up and wrapped her legs around his pale waist as she leisurely folded her fingers together behind his neck. Of course, she was more than happy to remind him she was still impaled on his hard erection. Anxious for what was to come, but unable to deny the haze clouding her senses, she smiled sedately at him like she had just been given the largest dose of pure satisfaction possible.
Another proud grin easily formed on his lips.
"So, what's your name?" The inverted form of Tatsuki thought about that for a second.
"I don't have a name either. If you want, you can call me Ikustat, but I'd like it much more if you called me Queen." That brought an even larger smile to his face.
"Very well my Queen. Your King isn't done with you yet." An identical smile came over her.
"
I was hoping you'd say that."
…
As Tatsuki laid on top of Ichigo with them still joined together, she felt the change in her and whatever fatigue had taken over her was forgotten in an instant.
"Ichigo," she whispered happily as tears started falling down her face. Ichigo was confused as to the reason she was crying, but he knew it couldn't be bad because he could see the happiness written all over her face.
"What is it? Are you okay?" He whispered back worriedly.
She could only nod her head and smile. "It's gone. I can still feel her power but I can't hear her anymore."
Shock crossed Ichigo's face. When a battle for dominance is held the body always became a Hollow until it was beaten.
What the hell happened? He wondered. He could still feel Ogihci, but the Hollow inside him couldn't do anything anymore. Not unless he allowed it.
Wait a minute…. A full-fledged grin broke over his face and Tatsuki looked at him confusedly.
"Tatsuki, put your hand over your face, think about your Hollow, and pull it down," he commanded gently. She did so and his smile widened when a complete Hollow mask formed over her face as her eyes transformed likewise. Her surprise dispelled it almost instantly, but he had seen it. "Looks like my Hollow found something he liked in yours."
Tatsuki grinned as what he was implying dawned on her. "You gave me control…" She was almost crying again, so he quickly leaned up and kissed away whatever tears were going to start to fall. She quickly redirected his lips to hers and he gladly complied. When they broke apart they could only look into each other's eyes lovingly.
Then Ichigo said two words.
"Marry me."
…
Author's Notes: Same as last time...again. Hope you enjoyed it!
