Название: Five Lifetimes
Автор: copperheadfightingninja
Язык: английский
Жанр: юмор, романс
Саммари: Он ненавидел вечеринки и обычно не посещал их, но по просьбе своей подруги, он согласился.
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He hated parties. Not because of the pink and purple streamers that stained the wall nor because of the colorful confetti that spread across the white carpet of the room. No, he hated parties because for some reason every time there was a special event, all the idiots showed up at the same time.
Opening his eyes, the ruckus around him growing louder, Ichigo wondered how the hell he got wrapped up in all of this. It had all started out with Rukia asking him how to host a party, and when he had asked her why she was interested, she had given him a dark look, told him it wasn't any of his business and then walked off.
Damn midget, Ichigo thought as the scowl on his lips deepened. It was always like her to leave him in the dark about her schemes and then when the plan went into action, he was always in the center of it. One day she's going to pay for all the shit she puts me through, he promised silently as he leaned the back of his head against the wall that his body was leaning against.
Sighing deeply, Ichigo tried to ignore the sound of breaking glass and the annoying laughter that was threatening to engulf his body. If he had known that the entire Soul Society had been invited, he wouldn't have dared to show up.
When he had first walked through the door of Urahara's shop, there had been only a few people. Minutes later after asking Rukia what this party was for, there had been a crash and as the shinigami had turned around to see who was intruding, the entire Soul Society, including all captains and lieutenants, invaded.
Opening his eyes slightly, Ichigo lifted his foot up from the ground, bending his knee before setting it back down and repeating the action with his other foot. His feet were sore from standing in the same place for hours and his body was begging him to leave.
Normally, he wouldn't give a flip about what was happening around him. Normally, he would tell all of them to screw themselves, turn around and march out, but this time... It wasn't that simple.
“Kurosaki-kun!”
Lifting his eyes up from the ground that he had been unknowingly staring at, his chocolate eyes locked with beautiful gray ones.
Pushing himself off of the wall just in time to witness his lovely girlfriend trip over her own feet, Ichigo's face fell as she squealed, falling to the ground.
“Inoue, are you alright?” Ichigo asked as he quickly made it to her side, kneeling down by her fallen form. “Inoue?” he repeated her name, concern reflecting across his face.
He should have known better than to hover above the cheerful healer. He had experiences with her hard head and before he could realize that he was in a dangerous spot, it was too late.
“I'm fine!” she cried out, bolting up from the floor to have her head connect with his jaw, sending Ichigo into a world of pain and to the floor. “Ah, Kurosaki-kun! Are you okay?!” she asked, realizing afterwards that she had injured her first love. “Kurosaki-kun?”
“I'm fine,” Ichigo muttered, his hand holding his throbbing jaw as he pushed himself off of the floor. He would never understand how something so small could cause a bigger man such pain. Looks were deceiving.
Glancing up at Orihime, he noticed that her face was flushed and she was smiling...like she had won something. “Inoue?” he asked, hoping to god that she wasn't what he thought she was.
“Heh... Sorry, Kurosaki-kun. I was running to you because Kuchiki-san said that the blue men were going to tie you up and take you away! I couldn't let them do that so I pulled out my...” her voice trailed off as her eyes darted around the room, her head jerking back and forth with a look of confusion stretching across her face.
“The blue men...” Ichigo repeated, wondering if his girlfriend was actually sane. He knew that she had a mind of a child and daydreamed a lot more than she should, but the things that she thought of were ridiculous. “What are you looking for, Inoue?” he asked, changing the subject.
“My powers. They left me,” Orihime blurted out, her eyes widening in horror. “They left me! Like butterflies!” she cried out, her hands waving dramatically in front of her.
“Butterflies,” he said. “I don't think anything left you. Your powers are your hairpins, remember?” he asked before extending a hand down towards his fallen girlfriend.
“Really?” she questioned, her eyes big with wonder and it made everything around him suddenly disappear. Those eyes were what he had fallen in love with. The innocence behind her beautiful smile and not so graceful body.
“Yes, really,” he told her, smiling softly as he squatted down in front of her, so that he was at eye level with her. “Inoue... you haven't been drink-” Ichigo was interrupted as a loud scream came out of nowhere, making the couple jerk their heads to see a woman running up to them. Her strawberry blond hair was flowing behind her gracefully as her beautiful assets were bouncing with every step she took.
Oh god, Ichigo thought as he tried to figure out how to get himself and Orihime away from the dangerous woman. No wonder Orihime was acting the way she was: the lieutenant from the tenth division had found her victim.
“Ichigo-kun, you're here! I haven't seen you in a long time!” Matsumoto said as she wrapped an arm around Ichigo's shoulders, pulling him into the air, much to his dissatisfaction.
“I've been here this entire time,” Ichigo said, flatly as he stared at the intoxicated shinigami. “You're just too drunk to see what's in front of you.”
“Aw, Ichigo-kun, don't be mean!” she cried out, making Ichigo cringe at the high pitch that had damaged his ears. “Have a drink!” she offered, sticking a cup in front of him.
“What? I don't want any,” Ichigo told her, pushing the cup away from him, a frown forming on his face. He couldn't believe that Rukia had invited her to the party. Of all people to put on the list, she had to put one of the worst alcoholics on it.
“Your loss,” Matsumoto said before pulling away from his and squatting down towards the silent Orihime. “You look dehydrated. Have some sake, honey!” she offered again, sticking the drink in front of the healer.
“What the hell are you doing?” Ichigo asked, pulling his girlfriend up in the air and away from the woman. “She's a minor! We're underage to drink!”
“Bah, you're no fun, Ichigo-kun! What's fun about following the rules?” Matsumoto demanded before taking a drink and giggling afterwards. “Listen, if you don't bend the rules, then it's not life! Life is to mess up, and then fix things so you can mess them up again! Stop being like an old man! Have some fun!”
“Listen here, you-” Ichigo was interrupted as hands took the cup from Rangiku and to his horror, it met with Orihime's lips before she gulped down the alcohol. “Hey! No drinking!” he told her before taking the cup away from her. “You've already drank enough, don't you think?”
“There's never enou-- Captain! You made it!” Matsumoto yelled, turning around to see the child prodigy walking through the door with a scowl on his face. “Captain! Over here!” she cried out, waving her hand in the air before running to his side, while he in return looked around the room for any kind of escape.
Inhaling deeply through the mouth, Ichigo glanced down at his girlfriend, wondering how much she had actually drunk. If she had been with Matsumoto, she was more than just intoxicated.
“Ichigo, buddy! You're here,” a voice broke through Ichigo's thoughts as a hand clamped down on his shoulder, making the shinigami turn to see Renji grinning madly at him.
“Buddy?” Ichigo repeated, his eyebrow raising. Was he the only person here that wasn't drunk?
“Hey, Inoue! You're here too,” Renji said, peering over Ichigo's shoulder to see his comrade. “You don't look so good. Need something to drink?”
“I think she's just fine,” Ichigo spat as he shoved Renji away from the drunk Orihime. “What the hell do you think you're doing... Giving alcohol to her?”
“What the hell went and bit your ass?” Renji demanded, a frown forming on his lips.
“Nothing,” Ichigo said. “Go play with your bunny.”
“Maybe you should go play with your bunny,” Renji suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. “Maybe it's time that you got laid-” he was interrupted as Ichigo yelled “RENJI!” and before the shinigami knew it, he was on the ground with Ichigo on top, strangling him.
“D-don't fight, guys!” Orihime cried out, trying to stop her boyfriend and his friend. “You're gonna upset the llamas!” she yelled as she grabbed Ichigo's sleeve trying to pull him off.
“The what?” Ichigo and Renji asked in confusion.
“What the hell are llamas?” Renji asked as Orihime pointed her index finger in the air, taking a deep breath before she could start her long explanation about the furry animals but Ichigo was too fast.
His hand covered her mouth quickly, silencing her words as he glared down at Renji. “Don't ask stupid questions,” Ichigo told him before getting up and focusing on Orihime.
“Inoue, why don't we-” he was interrupted again as something hard went underneath his crotch and a loud yell escaped Ichigo's mouth as he fell to his knees, his hands right on his member.
“Serves you right,” a familiar voice said and as Ichigo weakly looked up, murder was already the top number on his list.
“You bitch,” Ichigo said as he locked eyes with a pair of violet ones. “What the hell did you do that for?”
“I don't know,” Rukia admitted, grinning wickedly. “It just felt like the right thing to do at the moment.”
“Why you-” Ichigo was cut off as Rukia turned to Orihime, her smile softening.
“How do you like the party, Inoue?” Rukia asked, taking a drink of the cup that was in her hands.
“It's awesome, Kuchiki-san!” Orihime said, smiling beautifully.
“It sucks,” Ichigo said as Orihime gasped when Rukia gave him a dark look. “What the hell are you freaking celebrating?”
“Huh? Nothing, why?” Rukia asked, confusion stretching across her face. “I've nothing to celebrate.”
“What the hell?” Ichigo asked, his voice growing louder. “You have a party to friggin' celebrate something, you dumbass!”
“Who says?” Rukia yelled back, her free hand curling into a fist, ready to knock out her friend.
“Says... It just says so!” Ichigo yelled, his patience wearing thin. He was at a party for no particular reason, his girlfriend was beyond drunk, and his feet were killing him. “I've been at this thing for three hours for no reason?!”
“Stop being dramatic. You remind me of a girl,” Rukia told him, waving him off which made the string that Ichigo had for patience break.
“I”ll show you dramatic, you little piece of-” he was stopped in mid-sentence when a loud crash was heard and all four of the teenagers turned around to see a huge hole in the wall with a very large man in front of it.
“Ichigo,” the invader said, his grin widening as a sword leaned over his shoulder. “It's been a long time.”
Oh shit, Ichigo thought in horror as he realized who it was. The captain of the eleventh division and one of the most bloodthirsty fighters on the planet.
“Why the hell did you invite him?” Ichigo demanded, jerking his eyes towards Rukia. “Are you trying to kill me?!”
“Huh? We didn't invite him,” Renji said, scratching the back of his head, but the answer came a little too late as Ichigo screamed when Kenpachi charged towards him, sword already heading his way. A loud crash sounded through the shop as smoke engulfed the room.
As the smoke started to clear, Kenpachi was disappointed to see that Ichigo was no longer in the spot that he had been in, but a few feet away, running out of the room.
“Kurosaki!”
—
Humming softly, Orihime laid across the ground, her feet kicking in the air as her finger drew invisible pictures on the carpet floor.
“Inoue, what are you doing?”
“Hm?” Orihime asked, looking up to see a large man hovering above her with dark hair hiding one of his eyes. He was built extremely well and was very big compared to her small form. “Ah, Sado-kun! I'm drawing.”
Looking around the room at the drunk shinigamis, Chad wondered how in the world Orihime got dragged in all of this. Rukia had told him of a party she was planning and when he asked what the reason was, she had told him that there was none. She had wanted to have a party just to have one.
“Where is Ichigo?” the Mexican asked and a bright smile appeared on Orihime's face. “Zaraki-kun came flying through a hole and ran after Kurosaki-kun! Hee hee...”
“Hee hee?” Chad questioned, raising an eyebrow. The way she was giggling, the way her cheeks were flushed... His friend was obviously wasted.
“What all have you had to drink, Inoue?” he asked and Orihime looked up at the ceiling in response before turning around and laying flat on her back.
Putting her fingers in the air, she counted. “Let's see... I had two bottles of this stuff with Rangiku-san and then this man with a large hat and flowered kimono offered me more! Then Kuchiki-san...” as she continued her story, Chad looked away from her, grateful that he had just gotten here and was not a part of this mess.
—
Taking a sip of his sake, Byakuya Kuchiki stood silently by a wall, trying to tune out the loud noise that was around him. He had been invited to this event by his younger sister but to think such ridiculous people were also invited... It was a disgrace to stay here.
Looking down at his sake, he moved the cup around so that the liquid swirled within the cup. When he had first gotten here, it had been him and a few other captains such as Ukitake, Shunsui and Unohana. Then for some reason, the lieutenant of the tenth division had shown up... along with Shuuhei and Kira.
Now, the bloodthirsty killer known as Zaraki Kenpachi was chasing after the Kurosaki boy who was trying to escape.
This would be the reason as to why he did not associate himself with the lower class.
—
Breathing heavily, Ichigo leaned against the wall, his eyes closed. He didn't know how long he had been running but he finally had gotten away.
Taking a deep breath, Ichigo opened his eyes, wondering what he could do next. That psychopath would find him again, and Ichigo needed to escape before that happened. Even after they had defeated Aizen and peace had reigned over both of their worlds, the shinigami was still after to fight him. What happened to an alliance? Comrades were not supposed to fight against each other!
Scratching the back of his head, he needed to get Orihime out and take her home, then he could head home himself. The next time someone ever invited him to a party, he would refuse. He would deny them and he would tell them that they could go screw themselves for even thinking about inviting him and Orihime.
Moving across the room, he opened the door to see that he was back in the room that he had ran out of. Looking at the other side of the room, he was horrified to see Orihime on the floor, her hands pulling up her shirt while his best friend was trying to keep it down, a crimson blush staining his dark cheeks.
Holy mother of... Ichigo thought as he quickly made it to them, calling out her name which made her stop from removing her attire to smile up at him.
“Hi, Kurosaki-kun!”
“Don't you 'hi' me, Inoue,” Ichigo scolded as he knelt down by her and grabbed the hem of her shirt before pulling it back down to where it belonged. “We're going home. Now.”
“But why-” she was interrupted as her face became incredibly pale and she covered her mouth quickly, her eyes widening.
“What's wrong? Inoue?” Ichigo asked in alarm but then she shook her head quickly, her hand pulling itself away from her mouth before she let out a sigh.
“My tummy tried to escape me,” she told him, and Ichigo knew that he needed to get her out before she took in any more alcohol.
“Chad... what are you doing here?” Ichigo asked as he moved his hands to where they were underneath the petite girl's arms and lifted her up from the ground.
“...I came to check it out. Rukia told me about it, a couple weeks ago and told me that I could come,” he confessed.
“You actually came to this?” Ichigo asked before shaking his head, more worried about the condition that his girlfriend was in. “Inoue had told me that it was some special event and begged me to come with her... So I did...” his voice trailed off arms wrapped around his waist, a face snuggling in the middle of his chest. “Either way, I'm going to take her home,” Ichigo told Chad as he looked up from Orihime.
Chad nodded in agreement as Ichigo wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders before helping her out of the house, knowing that a long night was ahead of him.
—
“Hey, Kurosaki-kun?” her voice made Ichigo look down at her as they walked down the street towards her house, his arm still wrapped around her shoulders as one of hers was wrapped securely around his waist.
“What?” he asked as he stared down at her. Even if she was intoxicated, she was beautiful. The way her auburn hair fell down her shoulders gracefully and how some of her bangs escaped the set of hairpins that she wore, falling in her eyes.
“I want to have a party,” she said, looking up at him with her eyes shining in excitement.
“No.”
“Eh?” Orihime asked, blinking in confusion. “What do you mean, Kurosaki-kun?”
“I mean no,” he told her before looking up at the moon that was in the sky. “No more parties for you.”
“B-but-” she was interrupted as she felt her stomach lurch and in response, she buried her face into his chest.
“No buts,” he told her softly, worried about the way she was going to feel.
“Fine,” she agreed in defeat as she pulled her face away to look up at him. “Kurosaki-kun?”
[♥]“Yes?” Ichigo asked, wondering what her next question was going to be like. He was never going to let her drink again; especially with idiots like the people that he had been forced to socialize with for the last three hours, even if she was the correct age.
Orihime opened her mouth to reply but instead, she released her grip on Ichigo and started to run ahead of him.
“O-oi!” Ichigo yelled, reaching his hand out to stop her. “What the heck are you doing, Inoue?”
“Running!” she said, turning around to twirl. “It's fun!”
“It's fun she says...” he grumbled before following her. “You're going to get sick a lot faster if you...spin,” Ichigo told her.
“Wha-” she was interrupted as she tripped on her own footing when she started to run backwards and Ichigo's face dropped at the sight of her falling.
“Inoue, are you alright?” Ichigo asked, running towards her and squatting down to search her fragile body for any injuries. “Stop falling, dammit.” [/♥]
“Eh, I don't know why I fell. I got dizzy,” Orihime said, a smile still on her face. “I think the blue men tried tripping me!”
“No, your feet did and if you're dizzy, why are you walking?” Ichigo asked as he tried to help her up. “Do I need to carry you home?”
“N-no!” she said, a bit loudly and it made silence stretch over them. “I-I mean... I'm fine, Kurosaki-kun.”
“Why are you still calling me Kurosaki-kun?” Ichigo whispered.
“Hm? Oh... I don't...know,” Orihime said, nibbling down on her lower lip. “You still call me-” she was interrupted as Ichigo cupped her face with his hands, pulling her face upwards.
“Stop that,” he told her softly as his thumb ran along her lower lip that she had been biting down against. “Stop biting on your lip.”
“K-Kurosaki-kun-” she whispered, the blush staining her cheeks growing more crimson.
“Ichigo,” he breathed as his fingers traveled upwards and tangled themselves in her silk tresses. “Call me Ichigo... Orihime,” he ordered before claiming her lips with his.
The way her lips felt against his... He would never be able to describe it. It was something that he always enjoyed doing. Her lips were soft like silk and warm like the sun. The way her hair felt against his fingers made him want to deepen the kiss more. He wanted more. He always wanted more.
As he felt her kiss him back, he pulled away, grinning as she started to whine.
“Let's get you home, Orihime,” he told her as he placed a hand on her back and she squeaked out in surprise when his other arm went underneath her knees, lifting her up in the air and in his arms.
“K-Kuro...” his name faded as he gave her a stern look and she immediately corrected herself. “Ichigo.”
—
Resuming his walk to her house, he felt Orihime lean her head against his chest, her fingers traveling across the front of his shirt, making the resistance that he had start to wither away.
He didn't know how it had started but the first thing that came to mind was her lips on his neck. Then her fingers had somehow made it through the gaps between his buttons on the shirt that he was wearing and he had leaned down, placing his lips on hers. He couldn't remember much after that.
Kicking her door closed, Ichigo kept his lips on hers as his arms snaked their way around her waist, his hands quickly pulling her shirt up so he could feel the warm skin underneath. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers in his hair as he walked her backwards to wherever his feet led them to.
He chuckled against her lips as she lost her balance and his hands quickly pulled her against him, securing her fall.
“Ichigo,” Orihime murmured against his lips as she pulled on his hair. “Ichigo,” she repeated as she kissed him back, her tongue moving against his, sending shocks of pleasure running up his spine.
Moving across the room, her hands traveled down his shirt, unbuttoning the material as her lips moved along his in a passionate kiss. Finally, after what seemed like a long time, she had finished and his shirt slipped off of his broad shoulders, down his arms and fell to the floor.
Pulling his mouth away from hers, Ichigo pulled her shirt up over her head before throwing it down to the floor where his top clothing was.
Claiming her lips once again, his hands rubbed across the soft skin of her waist up to where the fabric of her bra was. Sticking his fingers under the material, Ichigo heard a moan escape her.
“Ichi-” she was interrupted as his hands traveled down to her bottom, cupping it roughly before pulling her up in the air, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
He didn't know how he did it. Perhaps his body knew exactly where her bed was or his sense of direction had just gotten better but before Ichigo knew it, he had tripped on something and had fallen straight onto her bed.
There was a giggle as Orihime fell on top of him, her ample chest bouncing against his bare one as their make out session grew deeper.
“What are you giggling about?” he asked, pulling away from her but she shook her head in response before pressing her lips against his.
As her hands glided down his chest and to his jeans, realization hit Ichigo. They had never gotten this far before and he didn't know what the hell to do at this point. She was obviously drunk and he had never thought that their first time would be like this. He knew that she wanted to wait until marriage but at the rate of where they were going, she wasn't going to be pure much longer.
“Hime,” Ichigo croaked as she found the button of his jeans and quickly she undid it, zipping the zipper down. “Orihime,” he said a bit louder and it made her look up at him, her eyes wide with confusion.
“What's wrong, Ichigo?” she whispered as her hands rubbed up his arms, sending every thought that he had been thinking out of his head.
Ichigo cupped her face gently, his lips touching hers once more as their legs tangled with each other. Just feeling her against him made everything perfect. He knew that she was the woman he loved... the woman that he wanted to be with forever.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ichigo asked, pulling away from her as his eyes searched hers.
“Mm-hmm,” she agreed as she pressed her lips against his shoulder before pushing him back against the bed, crawling up over him. “Hee hee,” she giggled as she stared down at him.
“Hee hee-” Ichigo was interrupted as she kissed him again deeply and he closed his eyes, his arms wrapping around her naked waist, pulling her closer.
Orihime, Ichigo thought but his thoughts broke as he realized that the girl was no longer kissing him back.
Opening his eyes slightly, his eyes widened in shock to see that her eyes were closed and she was slowly moving away from his lips, her face falling into his shoulder.
“Hime?” he asked as he glanced down at her with concern but instead of hearing a response from her, a light snore came from her mouth, making him groan inwardly. “She's asleep...” he said, realizing that the alcohol had finally taken over. “She's freaking asleep,” he complained before sighing loudly.
Moving her, he laid her sleeping form on the pillow before wrapping an arm around her so he could bury his face into her hair. It smelt of strawberries and that made him smile in amusement.
“I love you,” he whispered as he kissed her hair before letting sleep overpower him and as it did, words echoed through his head.
“I wish I could have five lives. Then I could have been born in five different towns, and eaten five lifetime’s worth of food, and had five different careers, and… fallen in love with the same person, five times.”
Автор: copperheadfightingninja
Язык: английский
Жанр: юмор, романс
Саммари: Он ненавидел вечеринки и обычно не посещал их, но по просьбе своей подруги, он согласился.
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He hated parties. Not because of the pink and purple streamers that stained the wall nor because of the colorful confetti that spread across the white carpet of the room. No, he hated parties because for some reason every time there was a special event, all the idiots showed up at the same time.
Opening his eyes, the ruckus around him growing louder, Ichigo wondered how the hell he got wrapped up in all of this. It had all started out with Rukia asking him how to host a party, and when he had asked her why she was interested, she had given him a dark look, told him it wasn't any of his business and then walked off.
Damn midget, Ichigo thought as the scowl on his lips deepened. It was always like her to leave him in the dark about her schemes and then when the plan went into action, he was always in the center of it. One day she's going to pay for all the shit she puts me through, he promised silently as he leaned the back of his head against the wall that his body was leaning against.
Sighing deeply, Ichigo tried to ignore the sound of breaking glass and the annoying laughter that was threatening to engulf his body. If he had known that the entire Soul Society had been invited, he wouldn't have dared to show up.
When he had first walked through the door of Urahara's shop, there had been only a few people. Minutes later after asking Rukia what this party was for, there had been a crash and as the shinigami had turned around to see who was intruding, the entire Soul Society, including all captains and lieutenants, invaded.
Opening his eyes slightly, Ichigo lifted his foot up from the ground, bending his knee before setting it back down and repeating the action with his other foot. His feet were sore from standing in the same place for hours and his body was begging him to leave.
Normally, he wouldn't give a flip about what was happening around him. Normally, he would tell all of them to screw themselves, turn around and march out, but this time... It wasn't that simple.
“Kurosaki-kun!”
Lifting his eyes up from the ground that he had been unknowingly staring at, his chocolate eyes locked with beautiful gray ones.
Pushing himself off of the wall just in time to witness his lovely girlfriend trip over her own feet, Ichigo's face fell as she squealed, falling to the ground.
“Inoue, are you alright?” Ichigo asked as he quickly made it to her side, kneeling down by her fallen form. “Inoue?” he repeated her name, concern reflecting across his face.
He should have known better than to hover above the cheerful healer. He had experiences with her hard head and before he could realize that he was in a dangerous spot, it was too late.
“I'm fine!” she cried out, bolting up from the floor to have her head connect with his jaw, sending Ichigo into a world of pain and to the floor. “Ah, Kurosaki-kun! Are you okay?!” she asked, realizing afterwards that she had injured her first love. “Kurosaki-kun?”
“I'm fine,” Ichigo muttered, his hand holding his throbbing jaw as he pushed himself off of the floor. He would never understand how something so small could cause a bigger man such pain. Looks were deceiving.
Glancing up at Orihime, he noticed that her face was flushed and she was smiling...like she had won something. “Inoue?” he asked, hoping to god that she wasn't what he thought she was.
“Heh... Sorry, Kurosaki-kun. I was running to you because Kuchiki-san said that the blue men were going to tie you up and take you away! I couldn't let them do that so I pulled out my...” her voice trailed off as her eyes darted around the room, her head jerking back and forth with a look of confusion stretching across her face.
“The blue men...” Ichigo repeated, wondering if his girlfriend was actually sane. He knew that she had a mind of a child and daydreamed a lot more than she should, but the things that she thought of were ridiculous. “What are you looking for, Inoue?” he asked, changing the subject.
“My powers. They left me,” Orihime blurted out, her eyes widening in horror. “They left me! Like butterflies!” she cried out, her hands waving dramatically in front of her.
“Butterflies,” he said. “I don't think anything left you. Your powers are your hairpins, remember?” he asked before extending a hand down towards his fallen girlfriend.
“Really?” she questioned, her eyes big with wonder and it made everything around him suddenly disappear. Those eyes were what he had fallen in love with. The innocence behind her beautiful smile and not so graceful body.
“Yes, really,” he told her, smiling softly as he squatted down in front of her, so that he was at eye level with her. “Inoue... you haven't been drink-” Ichigo was interrupted as a loud scream came out of nowhere, making the couple jerk their heads to see a woman running up to them. Her strawberry blond hair was flowing behind her gracefully as her beautiful assets were bouncing with every step she took.
Oh god, Ichigo thought as he tried to figure out how to get himself and Orihime away from the dangerous woman. No wonder Orihime was acting the way she was: the lieutenant from the tenth division had found her victim.
“Ichigo-kun, you're here! I haven't seen you in a long time!” Matsumoto said as she wrapped an arm around Ichigo's shoulders, pulling him into the air, much to his dissatisfaction.
“I've been here this entire time,” Ichigo said, flatly as he stared at the intoxicated shinigami. “You're just too drunk to see what's in front of you.”
“Aw, Ichigo-kun, don't be mean!” she cried out, making Ichigo cringe at the high pitch that had damaged his ears. “Have a drink!” she offered, sticking a cup in front of him.
“What? I don't want any,” Ichigo told her, pushing the cup away from him, a frown forming on his face. He couldn't believe that Rukia had invited her to the party. Of all people to put on the list, she had to put one of the worst alcoholics on it.
“Your loss,” Matsumoto said before pulling away from his and squatting down towards the silent Orihime. “You look dehydrated. Have some sake, honey!” she offered again, sticking the drink in front of the healer.
“What the hell are you doing?” Ichigo asked, pulling his girlfriend up in the air and away from the woman. “She's a minor! We're underage to drink!”
“Bah, you're no fun, Ichigo-kun! What's fun about following the rules?” Matsumoto demanded before taking a drink and giggling afterwards. “Listen, if you don't bend the rules, then it's not life! Life is to mess up, and then fix things so you can mess them up again! Stop being like an old man! Have some fun!”
“Listen here, you-” Ichigo was interrupted as hands took the cup from Rangiku and to his horror, it met with Orihime's lips before she gulped down the alcohol. “Hey! No drinking!” he told her before taking the cup away from her. “You've already drank enough, don't you think?”
“There's never enou-- Captain! You made it!” Matsumoto yelled, turning around to see the child prodigy walking through the door with a scowl on his face. “Captain! Over here!” she cried out, waving her hand in the air before running to his side, while he in return looked around the room for any kind of escape.
Inhaling deeply through the mouth, Ichigo glanced down at his girlfriend, wondering how much she had actually drunk. If she had been with Matsumoto, she was more than just intoxicated.
“Ichigo, buddy! You're here,” a voice broke through Ichigo's thoughts as a hand clamped down on his shoulder, making the shinigami turn to see Renji grinning madly at him.
“Buddy?” Ichigo repeated, his eyebrow raising. Was he the only person here that wasn't drunk?
“Hey, Inoue! You're here too,” Renji said, peering over Ichigo's shoulder to see his comrade. “You don't look so good. Need something to drink?”
“I think she's just fine,” Ichigo spat as he shoved Renji away from the drunk Orihime. “What the hell do you think you're doing... Giving alcohol to her?”
“What the hell went and bit your ass?” Renji demanded, a frown forming on his lips.
“Nothing,” Ichigo said. “Go play with your bunny.”
“Maybe you should go play with your bunny,” Renji suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. “Maybe it's time that you got laid-” he was interrupted as Ichigo yelled “RENJI!” and before the shinigami knew it, he was on the ground with Ichigo on top, strangling him.
“D-don't fight, guys!” Orihime cried out, trying to stop her boyfriend and his friend. “You're gonna upset the llamas!” she yelled as she grabbed Ichigo's sleeve trying to pull him off.
“The what?” Ichigo and Renji asked in confusion.
“What the hell are llamas?” Renji asked as Orihime pointed her index finger in the air, taking a deep breath before she could start her long explanation about the furry animals but Ichigo was too fast.
His hand covered her mouth quickly, silencing her words as he glared down at Renji. “Don't ask stupid questions,” Ichigo told him before getting up and focusing on Orihime.
“Inoue, why don't we-” he was interrupted again as something hard went underneath his crotch and a loud yell escaped Ichigo's mouth as he fell to his knees, his hands right on his member.
“Serves you right,” a familiar voice said and as Ichigo weakly looked up, murder was already the top number on his list.
“You bitch,” Ichigo said as he locked eyes with a pair of violet ones. “What the hell did you do that for?”
“I don't know,” Rukia admitted, grinning wickedly. “It just felt like the right thing to do at the moment.”
“Why you-” Ichigo was cut off as Rukia turned to Orihime, her smile softening.
“How do you like the party, Inoue?” Rukia asked, taking a drink of the cup that was in her hands.
“It's awesome, Kuchiki-san!” Orihime said, smiling beautifully.
“It sucks,” Ichigo said as Orihime gasped when Rukia gave him a dark look. “What the hell are you freaking celebrating?”
“Huh? Nothing, why?” Rukia asked, confusion stretching across her face. “I've nothing to celebrate.”
“What the hell?” Ichigo asked, his voice growing louder. “You have a party to friggin' celebrate something, you dumbass!”
“Who says?” Rukia yelled back, her free hand curling into a fist, ready to knock out her friend.
“Says... It just says so!” Ichigo yelled, his patience wearing thin. He was at a party for no particular reason, his girlfriend was beyond drunk, and his feet were killing him. “I've been at this thing for three hours for no reason?!”
“Stop being dramatic. You remind me of a girl,” Rukia told him, waving him off which made the string that Ichigo had for patience break.
“I”ll show you dramatic, you little piece of-” he was stopped in mid-sentence when a loud crash was heard and all four of the teenagers turned around to see a huge hole in the wall with a very large man in front of it.
“Ichigo,” the invader said, his grin widening as a sword leaned over his shoulder. “It's been a long time.”
Oh shit, Ichigo thought in horror as he realized who it was. The captain of the eleventh division and one of the most bloodthirsty fighters on the planet.
“Why the hell did you invite him?” Ichigo demanded, jerking his eyes towards Rukia. “Are you trying to kill me?!”
“Huh? We didn't invite him,” Renji said, scratching the back of his head, but the answer came a little too late as Ichigo screamed when Kenpachi charged towards him, sword already heading his way. A loud crash sounded through the shop as smoke engulfed the room.
As the smoke started to clear, Kenpachi was disappointed to see that Ichigo was no longer in the spot that he had been in, but a few feet away, running out of the room.
“Kurosaki!”
—
Humming softly, Orihime laid across the ground, her feet kicking in the air as her finger drew invisible pictures on the carpet floor.
“Inoue, what are you doing?”
“Hm?” Orihime asked, looking up to see a large man hovering above her with dark hair hiding one of his eyes. He was built extremely well and was very big compared to her small form. “Ah, Sado-kun! I'm drawing.”
Looking around the room at the drunk shinigamis, Chad wondered how in the world Orihime got dragged in all of this. Rukia had told him of a party she was planning and when he asked what the reason was, she had told him that there was none. She had wanted to have a party just to have one.
“Where is Ichigo?” the Mexican asked and a bright smile appeared on Orihime's face. “Zaraki-kun came flying through a hole and ran after Kurosaki-kun! Hee hee...”
“Hee hee?” Chad questioned, raising an eyebrow. The way she was giggling, the way her cheeks were flushed... His friend was obviously wasted.
“What all have you had to drink, Inoue?” he asked and Orihime looked up at the ceiling in response before turning around and laying flat on her back.
Putting her fingers in the air, she counted. “Let's see... I had two bottles of this stuff with Rangiku-san and then this man with a large hat and flowered kimono offered me more! Then Kuchiki-san...” as she continued her story, Chad looked away from her, grateful that he had just gotten here and was not a part of this mess.
—
Taking a sip of his sake, Byakuya Kuchiki stood silently by a wall, trying to tune out the loud noise that was around him. He had been invited to this event by his younger sister but to think such ridiculous people were also invited... It was a disgrace to stay here.
Looking down at his sake, he moved the cup around so that the liquid swirled within the cup. When he had first gotten here, it had been him and a few other captains such as Ukitake, Shunsui and Unohana. Then for some reason, the lieutenant of the tenth division had shown up... along with Shuuhei and Kira.
Now, the bloodthirsty killer known as Zaraki Kenpachi was chasing after the Kurosaki boy who was trying to escape.
This would be the reason as to why he did not associate himself with the lower class.
—
Breathing heavily, Ichigo leaned against the wall, his eyes closed. He didn't know how long he had been running but he finally had gotten away.
Taking a deep breath, Ichigo opened his eyes, wondering what he could do next. That psychopath would find him again, and Ichigo needed to escape before that happened. Even after they had defeated Aizen and peace had reigned over both of their worlds, the shinigami was still after to fight him. What happened to an alliance? Comrades were not supposed to fight against each other!
Scratching the back of his head, he needed to get Orihime out and take her home, then he could head home himself. The next time someone ever invited him to a party, he would refuse. He would deny them and he would tell them that they could go screw themselves for even thinking about inviting him and Orihime.
Moving across the room, he opened the door to see that he was back in the room that he had ran out of. Looking at the other side of the room, he was horrified to see Orihime on the floor, her hands pulling up her shirt while his best friend was trying to keep it down, a crimson blush staining his dark cheeks.
Holy mother of... Ichigo thought as he quickly made it to them, calling out her name which made her stop from removing her attire to smile up at him.
“Hi, Kurosaki-kun!”
“Don't you 'hi' me, Inoue,” Ichigo scolded as he knelt down by her and grabbed the hem of her shirt before pulling it back down to where it belonged. “We're going home. Now.”
“But why-” she was interrupted as her face became incredibly pale and she covered her mouth quickly, her eyes widening.
“What's wrong? Inoue?” Ichigo asked in alarm but then she shook her head quickly, her hand pulling itself away from her mouth before she let out a sigh.
“My tummy tried to escape me,” she told him, and Ichigo knew that he needed to get her out before she took in any more alcohol.
“Chad... what are you doing here?” Ichigo asked as he moved his hands to where they were underneath the petite girl's arms and lifted her up from the ground.
“...I came to check it out. Rukia told me about it, a couple weeks ago and told me that I could come,” he confessed.
“You actually came to this?” Ichigo asked before shaking his head, more worried about the condition that his girlfriend was in. “Inoue had told me that it was some special event and begged me to come with her... So I did...” his voice trailed off arms wrapped around his waist, a face snuggling in the middle of his chest. “Either way, I'm going to take her home,” Ichigo told Chad as he looked up from Orihime.
Chad nodded in agreement as Ichigo wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders before helping her out of the house, knowing that a long night was ahead of him.
—
“Hey, Kurosaki-kun?” her voice made Ichigo look down at her as they walked down the street towards her house, his arm still wrapped around her shoulders as one of hers was wrapped securely around his waist.
“What?” he asked as he stared down at her. Even if she was intoxicated, she was beautiful. The way her auburn hair fell down her shoulders gracefully and how some of her bangs escaped the set of hairpins that she wore, falling in her eyes.
“I want to have a party,” she said, looking up at him with her eyes shining in excitement.
“No.”
“Eh?” Orihime asked, blinking in confusion. “What do you mean, Kurosaki-kun?”
“I mean no,” he told her before looking up at the moon that was in the sky. “No more parties for you.”
“B-but-” she was interrupted as she felt her stomach lurch and in response, she buried her face into his chest.
“No buts,” he told her softly, worried about the way she was going to feel.
“Fine,” she agreed in defeat as she pulled her face away to look up at him. “Kurosaki-kun?”
[♥]“Yes?” Ichigo asked, wondering what her next question was going to be like. He was never going to let her drink again; especially with idiots like the people that he had been forced to socialize with for the last three hours, even if she was the correct age.
Orihime opened her mouth to reply but instead, she released her grip on Ichigo and started to run ahead of him.
“O-oi!” Ichigo yelled, reaching his hand out to stop her. “What the heck are you doing, Inoue?”
“Running!” she said, turning around to twirl. “It's fun!”
“It's fun she says...” he grumbled before following her. “You're going to get sick a lot faster if you...spin,” Ichigo told her.
“Wha-” she was interrupted as she tripped on her own footing when she started to run backwards and Ichigo's face dropped at the sight of her falling.
“Inoue, are you alright?” Ichigo asked, running towards her and squatting down to search her fragile body for any injuries. “Stop falling, dammit.” [/♥]
“Eh, I don't know why I fell. I got dizzy,” Orihime said, a smile still on her face. “I think the blue men tried tripping me!”
“No, your feet did and if you're dizzy, why are you walking?” Ichigo asked as he tried to help her up. “Do I need to carry you home?”
“N-no!” she said, a bit loudly and it made silence stretch over them. “I-I mean... I'm fine, Kurosaki-kun.”
“Why are you still calling me Kurosaki-kun?” Ichigo whispered.
“Hm? Oh... I don't...know,” Orihime said, nibbling down on her lower lip. “You still call me-” she was interrupted as Ichigo cupped her face with his hands, pulling her face upwards.
“Stop that,” he told her softly as his thumb ran along her lower lip that she had been biting down against. “Stop biting on your lip.”
“K-Kurosaki-kun-” she whispered, the blush staining her cheeks growing more crimson.
“Ichigo,” he breathed as his fingers traveled upwards and tangled themselves in her silk tresses. “Call me Ichigo... Orihime,” he ordered before claiming her lips with his.
The way her lips felt against his... He would never be able to describe it. It was something that he always enjoyed doing. Her lips were soft like silk and warm like the sun. The way her hair felt against his fingers made him want to deepen the kiss more. He wanted more. He always wanted more.
As he felt her kiss him back, he pulled away, grinning as she started to whine.
“Let's get you home, Orihime,” he told her as he placed a hand on her back and she squeaked out in surprise when his other arm went underneath her knees, lifting her up in the air and in his arms.
“K-Kuro...” his name faded as he gave her a stern look and she immediately corrected herself. “Ichigo.”
—
Resuming his walk to her house, he felt Orihime lean her head against his chest, her fingers traveling across the front of his shirt, making the resistance that he had start to wither away.
He didn't know how it had started but the first thing that came to mind was her lips on his neck. Then her fingers had somehow made it through the gaps between his buttons on the shirt that he was wearing and he had leaned down, placing his lips on hers. He couldn't remember much after that.
Kicking her door closed, Ichigo kept his lips on hers as his arms snaked their way around her waist, his hands quickly pulling her shirt up so he could feel the warm skin underneath. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers in his hair as he walked her backwards to wherever his feet led them to.
He chuckled against her lips as she lost her balance and his hands quickly pulled her against him, securing her fall.
“Ichigo,” Orihime murmured against his lips as she pulled on his hair. “Ichigo,” she repeated as she kissed him back, her tongue moving against his, sending shocks of pleasure running up his spine.
Moving across the room, her hands traveled down his shirt, unbuttoning the material as her lips moved along his in a passionate kiss. Finally, after what seemed like a long time, she had finished and his shirt slipped off of his broad shoulders, down his arms and fell to the floor.
Pulling his mouth away from hers, Ichigo pulled her shirt up over her head before throwing it down to the floor where his top clothing was.
Claiming her lips once again, his hands rubbed across the soft skin of her waist up to where the fabric of her bra was. Sticking his fingers under the material, Ichigo heard a moan escape her.
“Ichi-” she was interrupted as his hands traveled down to her bottom, cupping it roughly before pulling her up in the air, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
He didn't know how he did it. Perhaps his body knew exactly where her bed was or his sense of direction had just gotten better but before Ichigo knew it, he had tripped on something and had fallen straight onto her bed.
There was a giggle as Orihime fell on top of him, her ample chest bouncing against his bare one as their make out session grew deeper.
“What are you giggling about?” he asked, pulling away from her but she shook her head in response before pressing her lips against his.
As her hands glided down his chest and to his jeans, realization hit Ichigo. They had never gotten this far before and he didn't know what the hell to do at this point. She was obviously drunk and he had never thought that their first time would be like this. He knew that she wanted to wait until marriage but at the rate of where they were going, she wasn't going to be pure much longer.
“Hime,” Ichigo croaked as she found the button of his jeans and quickly she undid it, zipping the zipper down. “Orihime,” he said a bit louder and it made her look up at him, her eyes wide with confusion.
“What's wrong, Ichigo?” she whispered as her hands rubbed up his arms, sending every thought that he had been thinking out of his head.
Ichigo cupped her face gently, his lips touching hers once more as their legs tangled with each other. Just feeling her against him made everything perfect. He knew that she was the woman he loved... the woman that he wanted to be with forever.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ichigo asked, pulling away from her as his eyes searched hers.
“Mm-hmm,” she agreed as she pressed her lips against his shoulder before pushing him back against the bed, crawling up over him. “Hee hee,” she giggled as she stared down at him.
“Hee hee-” Ichigo was interrupted as she kissed him again deeply and he closed his eyes, his arms wrapping around her naked waist, pulling her closer.
Orihime, Ichigo thought but his thoughts broke as he realized that the girl was no longer kissing him back.
Opening his eyes slightly, his eyes widened in shock to see that her eyes were closed and she was slowly moving away from his lips, her face falling into his shoulder.
“Hime?” he asked as he glanced down at her with concern but instead of hearing a response from her, a light snore came from her mouth, making him groan inwardly. “She's asleep...” he said, realizing that the alcohol had finally taken over. “She's freaking asleep,” he complained before sighing loudly.
Moving her, he laid her sleeping form on the pillow before wrapping an arm around her so he could bury his face into her hair. It smelt of strawberries and that made him smile in amusement.
“I love you,” he whispered as he kissed her hair before letting sleep overpower him and as it did, words echoed through his head.
“I wish I could have five lives. Then I could have been born in five different towns, and eaten five lifetime’s worth of food, and had five different careers, and… fallen in love with the same person, five times.”