Cursed

Many thanks to my beta WarriorNun for this chapter.

Warnings for a small bit of Yuri in this chapter.

Review Replies- Kera-Izaki: I was busy this week so I didn’t update as quickly this time, but I do try not to go over a week without updating.
Usmorgan: Yes, the first transformation will definitely be…intense.
XoXgaaraXoX: Urahara is a pervert so I just HAVE to put him in =D
Lynzee: Haha, come to the gay side Ichi, we have cookies and lemonade!
Queen_Celestia: I’m not say that it’s NOT someone…you’ll just have to see!
Nusku: If Ichigo ever hugged Urahara the perv would probably take the opportunity to molest him.
VioletEyes: Urahara is the perfect side character…perverted yet ‘wise.’
MasterAkira: I like aggressive Grimmjow too…he and Ichigo are similar enough that they could get along if they wanted too, but different enough to have real chemistry I think.

Cursed: Chapter 6

Ichigo stared at Urahara for a few seconds. Sure, it wasn’t anything that he hadn’t hypothesized himself, but to hear somebody else say it…

“I’m a werewolf.”

“Yep!” Urahara grinned broadly like it was something somebody found out everyday. “And on the full moon you will fully transform into one of them.”

“But…will I be, like, a wolf forever?”

Urahara laughed. “You really don’t know anything about werewolves, do you?”

Ichigo shook his had dumbly, scowling when Urahara laughed again. “How about I educate you? Tessai, tend the front, would you?” A large man appeared out of nowhere and bowed, glancing at Ichigo. “Thank you, Tessai.”

Urahara yanked Ichigo to the back of the store and into a kitchen area. “Would you like something to drink?”

“No thanks…” He just wanted to get this over with.

“Well now.” Urahara started as they both settled down into seats. “Werewolves have been around for a very long time…”

Ichigo sighed, he had the feeling he would be learning more than he ever wished to know about werewolves. And he did. Most of it went in one ear and out the other, but he picked up on the important stuff. For instance, the only thing that could kill a werewolf is by having the spinal cord separated or if silvers stays in the blood stream for too long. And that a silver bullet isn’t fatal if it is removed immediately.

The first full moon is always the worst for a werewolf because they can’t control their transformation yet. After that though, a werewolf can transform at will and doesn’t have ears and tails popping out without them wanting it.

And then the worst news yet…apparently some werewolves, but not all, have a pheromone they produce which makes males or females lust after them. And Ichigo, of course, just happened to be the type that produced it.

“But what am I supposed to do!” Ichigo said in aggravation, burying his head in his hands.

“Well unless you want to be raped, stay away from others until you can control it.”

Ichigo growled, thinking back to Grimmjow attacking him at the school. So that was what this was about. For some reason, he felt a little hurt and disappointed that the bully and rival didn’t really want him and that it was just the pheromones.

“Isn’t there a way to cure this?” Ichigo asked, but Urahara didn’t seem to be paying attention. Instead his eyes had a slightly glazed look as he leaned forward.

“You can get somebody to help with your need…” Urahara trailed off, his hand resting on Ichigo’s knee. With a glare Ichigo knocked it off.

“I’m leaving.”

“Sorry, sorry! Won’t happen again!”

“Fucking pervert…” Ichigo muttered as he stormed out of the store, stumbling as he ran into someone. “Oh, sorry…Renji!”

The red head grinned as he caught sight of Ichigo. “Hey Ichi, I was wondering where you were skipping off to!”

“Oh yeah, I was just…” He trailed off, trying to think of an excuse of why he would be in the store.

“Buying weed, were you?” Renji said with a laugh. “Ichigo, you naughty boy, I should punish you.”

Ichigo coughed awkwardly and blushed. “Right…well I was just going to head home so…”

“Don’t be stupid, and then your dad would know you’ve been skipping! C’mon, let’s go get some pizza or something, like a date!”

“Ichigo…” A voice growled. They both turned around to see a pissed off Grimmjow glowering at the two, or more specifically, Renji’s arm around Ichigo’s shoulder.

“Ha ha, look at the time, got to go!” Ichigo took off before either of them could say anything.

“Oi, Ichigo! Damn it!” Renji cursed and turned around to glare at Grimmjow. “What the fuck do you want with my Ichigo?”

“I didn’t see your name on him when I was touching his dick in the gym.” Grimmjow snarled back.

Renji glared even harder. “Like fuck you did! Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. Ichigo.” The red head said one last time before turning around and storming off in the direction of the school.

“Tch, like hell…” The blue haired man muttered to himself and glanced at the shop they were next to before making a face and walking off as well.

…

Orihime Inoue gnawed at her bottom lip as she waited in one of the old storage sheds for her girlfriend. Something grabbed her from behind and she yelped, turning around and sighing with relief when she saw it was just Rukia. “You scared me!”

“Sorry.” Rukia said, and slid her arms around Orihime’s waist. “I’ve been waiting to touch you all day.

“Here?” Orihime asked shyly as she looked around the storage shed. “What if someone comes?”

“School is long over and no clubs are practicing today.” Rukia gave her girlfriend a reassuring smile and stood on the tips of her toes to kiss her. “Besides, you know how Nii-sama is; we can’t do it at my house.”

“I know.” Orihime whispered back, looking down and blushing faintly. Rukia grinned at her shyness and couldn’t help but kiss her again.

“You’re so beautiful…”

“You’re the one that is beautiful.” Orihime said with a giggle and moved her hand to cup her girlfriend’s breast. “So small…”

“I like them big myself.” The dark haired woman gave the large boobs a squeeze for emphasis.

They made out, Rukia slowly guiding Orihime back to the mat and kneeling down on it while they undressed each other. Rukia let her eyes flutter shut as Orihime’s curious fingers stroked her hip then dipped down to gently rub her clitoris. “Hime…” She moaned in pleasure and nudged the other girl down onto her back. “Let me feel you…”

Orihime moaned as Rukia’s dainty fingers slid across her flat stomach and the dark haired woman pressed a soft kiss to her bellybutton. Swirling her tongue softly, Rukia was about to go down further when something scraped against the door. Both of them froze bodies tense as they waited to see if it was someone. A low growl was all the warning they got before there was a loud crack as a heavy body smashed against the door.

Both of the girls let out a shrill cry and raced to throw on their clothes as though it would protect them from whatever was coming through. There was another loud crack and the sound of splintering wood and something dark and large came barreling in. Orihime grabbed a baseball bat and swung it at the animal but it easily caught the bat in its mouth and crunched down, breaking it in half.

Orihime let out a shriek and ran into the back of the shed with her girlfriend, cowering down with their arms around each other. “G-get back!” Rukia yelled, but it was no use. The werewolf lunged for Orihime first; latching its mouth around her throat and chomping down with the same ease it did the wood. Blood spurted and her neck cracked while the teeth gnawed down mercilessly while Rukia screamed.

With one final cracking noise, Orihime’s head was separated from her body and rolled on the floor towards Rukia who just sat there screaming and staring, blood splashed over her face and clothes from her girlfriend’s death. The werewolf turned toward the screaming girl, licking his bloody maw in a horrible grin. Rukia screamed again, a high pitched shrieking sound. The werewolf lunged forward, burying his muzzle into her stomach and biting through the skin to chew at her intestines and lap her hot blood.

The dark haired girl made a gurgling noise and fell over, her arm outstretched and curling around her girlfriend’s head. There was a tearing sound and Rukia jerked a few times while the beast ripped out her guts and began to feast. And then there was only peace for her. The beast fed, gorging himself on the human flesh until he was content once more. Licking his lips, the werewolf trotted out, leaving large, bloody paw prints in his wake.

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I know, I killed them. But this is a gory, bloody story. I’m sorry!