She blinked slowly as her eyes fully opened and adjusted to her surroundings. Where was she? She sat up slowly. She was a little light headed but the last thing she remembered was lying down in her bed to go to sleep. As she looked around, she started to panic. She was sitting on the side of a building, expecting to fall any moment.
Her heartbeat raced. Nothing was logical so far in her mind. She should be at home, sleeping in her own bed so that she could go to school in the morning. Not sitting on the side of a building waiting to fall. The more she looked around, the more she began to realize that nothing made sense. The whole world was sideways.
She stood carefully, still afraid of falling to her impending doom. Her breathing grew heavy. It was difficult to breathe now that she thought about it. And her body felt heavy. What was this? It wasn't right. She figured she would explore for a bit and try to find a means of getting back home. Though her chances didn't seem likely.
He watched with a devious smirk as the woman who had decided to just drop in started to wander. He didn't know how she got there, but so long as she was there he'd have some fun. A small breeze blew, making his white kimono quiver. It wasn't often he had visitors, and especially not any women. With black eyes he watched as she tried to reach the next building. Oh yes, he would have much fun.
She reached as far as she could to try and grab the next building. It wasn't working out very well. When she almost lost her balance she pulled back and sat down. If she couldn't get off of the building she was on, how was she supposed to get home? She sighed and tried thinking over her situation over again. Everything defied logic.
"Finally give up...?" She gasped and looked around. She couldn't see anyone, but she could very well hear them. She began to panic. Who else was in this place? She swallowed and looked around some more. Eventually she dismissed it and put her guard up. If she couldn't see anyone then they couldn't possibly be there, right?
She stood and dusted herself off, ready to try for the next building again. She was starting to get an eerie feeling about the place. As she brushed her hands over her legs she felt someone behind her. "You never answered me woman..." She gasped, turning around so fast that she fell over again. Now she got a good look of the person that was whispering in her ear.
He was tall, wearing a white kimono lined in black. His hair, his skin, everything about him seemed white. All except his eyes. They were a vicious black. A large sword was slung over his shoulder, giving him a very intimidating look in her mind. He was smirking devilishly. Where had he come from all of a sudden? He wasn't there when she had looked around...
He smirked even further at her frightened and confused look. He smirked more as he looked the woman over carefully. She was in her pyjamas he presumed. A revealing spaghetti strap and close-to-being-too-short shorts. She had long legs, spread out in front of her from when she fell. He was disappointed that she wasn't busty, it would have finished her look perfectly.
As he leaned down she pulled herself back. He wondered if it was another side to his pathetic host, his feminine side. If it was he was even more disappointed. He brought Zangetsu from his shoulder and stabbed it into the ground beside him. She seemed even more frightened by it. Licking his lips slowly he let go of the zanpakutou and took a step forward. "Why so afraid?"
He began thinking over the situation. 'His majesty' must not know of the girl's presence, surely he would have shown his ugly face if he had. His stomach growled, begging him to devour the soul in front of him. No, he wouldn't yet. He was curious who she was and why she was here.
'Why so afraid'? She didn't really understand why she was. The man had put his sword down before advancing. It must have meant he had no intention of harming her. Yet she felt a need to keep away from him. He felt dangerous, hazardous to her. As he took another step forward she gathered her courage and tried to stand fast enough to bolt in another direction.
She barely stood before she felt him behind her again, holding her by the stomach to keep her in place. "Oh come now, I haven't even introduced myself and you're already running away?" Her heartbeat sped up in panic as he ran his long tongue across her neck and up to her cheek. She winced as it almost crossed her eye before he pulled it back. Now she was positive that he was dangerous.
"L-let me go!" She pushed and pulled on his single arm to try and break free to no such luck. He only grinned evilly at her failed attempts. Holding her tighter he pulled her back against him. "Please! Let go!" He watched her panic in amusement before he leaned close to her ear. Opening his mouth he exhaled slowly, letting a hauntingly terrifying snicker pass his lips.
She froze almost immediately. She seemed truly afraid of him. Then again she probably had reason to be. At least he thought so. "So, little girl, what are you doing here?" She bowed her head and shook it. Well that wasn't an answer at all. That wouldn't do any good. "That's not an answer." He jerked her to try to provoke an answer out of her.
"I-I don't know!" She could feel her legs shaking. What had she done to come across such a person? If it was some cruel dream she wanted to wake up as soon as possible. Her lip quivered and her breaths became shaky. "Please let me go..." She was finding it harder and harder to breathe. She tried gently pulling at his arm to try and pry it away.
He laughed at her attempts to make him let go. She was gasping for breath and getting more and more desperate to get away. He stopped laughing and frowned when he looked down and watched as her legs began to fade away. "Leaving so soon?" He licked along her cheek again as her soul was taken from his grip and disappeared entirely. She was delectable for a woman, and disappointed though he was, he was sure she'd be back soon.
She took a deep breath in and jumped up in her bed. 'A...bad dream?' Her body was shaking and was covered in a cold sweat. Rubbing her face to try and rid herself of the dream, she froze. The side of her cheek was distinctly wet, and freshly so. It wasn't sweat, it was much thicker. She panicked and ran into the bathroom down the hall to wash it off. How could it be, that what had happened in her dream seemed so real, and even now felt real?
She came back to her room just as her alarm went off. She turned off the noisy contraption and prepared for a long day at school. She was still horribly shaken by the night's events, but dreams were always a one time thing for her. She was sure she wouldn't have it again, that she could forget about it.
Dressed in her school uniform, hair brushed, and teeth brushed she left for her walk to school. The morning was normal, and slowly she began to forget that she had even had a dream the previous night. For lunch she walked out to the front of the school to sit with her friends under a small sakura tree. She smiled, laughed, and everything else a normal teenager should do.
Ichigo sat up on the roof with his normal group of friends, eating lunch peacefully. He didn't know why, but for some reason a group of girls under a sakura tree happened to catch his attention. "Ah, looking at the hotties are we Ichigo!" His friend Keigo ran up beside him, noisy as ever. Yes, he was looking at them, but he wasn't checking them out like his friend had thought.
When his gaze came to one of the girls he cried out and grabbed his eye painfully. He sat for a minute, trying to calm the pain behind his eye. Without any luck he stood and started running for the boy's bathroom. "I got something in my eye, I'll be right back!" He dashed down the hallways, trying desperately to quell the voice in his head. Finally he came to the bathroom. He was lucky it was empty.
He ran up to a mirror, taking away his hand and observing the black abyss that started to consume his eye. "What do you want?!" He growled as he tried to suppress the dark hollow within him. Why was he acting up all of a sudden? He had worked hard to suppress him, why act up now? 'That girl... bring me that girl!'
He growled and covered his eye again as he leaned over the sink in pain. "Why!?" What was so special about this girl all of a sudden? Surely Ichigo had come across her before. He was growing angry that the hollow decided to suddenly take an interest in his school mates. 'I want her... Bring me that girl!' He was certainly being awful demanding for someone who was inhabiting someone else's body.
Ichigo growled again, growing frustrated with being unable to subdue the rambunctious dark half. "Leave her alone!" He gasped as he stood straight, the pain gone and his eye back to normal. He was worried, he wasn't losing control of the hollow, he was sure of it. But where had he seen the girl before that suddenly had him so anxious to get to her?
Ichigo watched the girl as she left the school gates and turned to go home. Still he could hear the hollow distantly moaning for him to bring her to him. He narrowed his eyes and wondered if he should follow her home. He hadn't a clue who she was. Not a name, phone number, or address. From what he could tell she had very little spiritual power, basically none at all. But if his hollow knew her, he had reason to worry.
She walked home slowly. Throughout the day she had managed to distract herself enough to forget her dream, but now she was remembering. She was distantly afraid of having the same dream again, but at the same time she was confident she wouldn't. Instead of worrying herself over it she walked through the door of her two-story home and looked for something to eat. Typically her parents weren't home. They were 'reliving their honeymoon' as they said.
She shivered at the thought and grabbed instant ramen from the cupboard. She'd eat, do some homework, maybe talk on the phone for a while and then get ready for bed. She was tired from such a restless sleep. She was thinking about going to bed early for the sake of catching up on lost hours of sleep from school. She sighed and began eating. Yes, she'd go to bed earlier tonight.
Hair still wet from her shower she dropped down on her bed in the same pyjamas she had worn the night before. Her bed was nice and warm, making her snuggle into the blankets immediately. It was only too soon that she fell asleep and no longer felt warm. She opened her eyes slowly then quickly. She was sitting on a similar building as her former dream.
He grew excited when he felt the presence of her soul reappear in his little world. He started searching around, looking for the tasty woman who had stupidly stumbled across his domain again. Soon enough he found her, looking for some way off of the building she was on. She was wearing the same thing she was the last time. Didn't she have any variety?
He could feel himself grow more and more anxious as he watched her from a distance. She was on all fours, trying to reach over to the next building again. His muscles trembled as he took in her new details. Her hair was wet and messy, he could distinctly tell her legs were freshly shaven, and he had a clear view of her ass from her position. He stabbed Zangetsu into the ground again and swooped up to her, stalking her quietly.
He bent over her, moving swiftly so she wouldn't notice. He leaned close to her ear, hissing when he felt she couldn't possibly get away. She yelped and rolled to the side only to hit his arm and fall on her back beneath him. He found her so alluring and attractive with the look of terror plastered on her face. His position gave him so many perverse thoughts and he smirked. If Ichigo wasn't suspecting him of something, he just might have acted on them.
She shivered from fear. She had hoped so dearly that she wouldn't come back. If it was only a dream, why did it feel so real? She still found it hard to breathe here. "W-what do you want?" She tried to push herself back but he moved his one arm above her shoulder to prevent her going far. From his position she was half expecting the clich answer, 'you.'
And he was so tempted to answer in that way. To cause more fear on her features. Instead he snickered evilly and leaned down close to her. "Back already?" He stretched his tongue out and licked along her temple. Oh how already he was dying to have a taste of her flesh. Ever since he spotted her on the school grounds. He groaned and held himself back from devouring her soul. No, Ichigo would know it was him if she didn't show up the next day. And he'd be watching to make sure she was there.
"I-I guess so..." She grew concerned that he had groaned over licking her temple. He was clearly much stronger than she, and she worried what he really wanted. "H-how have you been?" She hoped small talk might get his mind off of whatever he was thinking of. If it didn't, she didn't know what she would do. She didn't even know what he wanted from her.
"Anxious..." He bent down and started to examine the skin above her chest closely. Bending his head up he smirked at her. "I've been waiting for you." He licked her collarbone and made her cringe again. He didn't know why she would cringe, it couldn't possibly be hurting her. He was only savouring the taste of her soul. Oh how he wanted to kill and gorge himself on her. But that was only one of the thoughts running through his head.
"Oh, y-you have?" She squirmed a little, not liking what he was doing at all. A lot of girls at her school would call him an erotic fantasy, but not after what she had seen of him the night before. She wouldn't come close to calling him that at the moment. "Why's that?" She didn't know whether she was doing a better job distracting him, or distracting herself.
He leaned down further still, removing his hands from any restraining position above her shoulders. He brought one hand up and raised her shirt ever so slightly. He laughed at his next thought. "You're just so delectable..." He leaned down close so he didn't have to stretch his tongue anymore and licked the line of her shorts. She blushed horribly, not understanding what he meant at all. He wasn't thinking the same thing she was.
She swallowed hard. 'Delectable'? As in attractive? She didn't know what to think of him anymore. "What makes you say that?" He reached his head back and grazed his teeth along her leg before licking that too. She hadn't a clue what he was doing, but she didn't appreciate it much. He sighed against her knee and closed his eyes. He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself.
He didn't answer her. She looked around and noticed that he had left his sword some feet away from her again. So if he had left it there, he didn't mean her harm, right? She squealed and backed up as fast as she could when she felt his tongue trail up her leg and close to her shorts. Soon enough he pounced on her again, furrowing his eyebrows and sneering in contempt.
He was having such a nice time, why did she have to go and ruin it? The look of fear on her face again calmed his anger and he smirked again. He was starting to like this look on her. He noticed her hair had started to dry. How long had she been there? He glared. There was no way of keeping track of time. He didn't even know how much time he had before she left again.
His thoughts started plaguing him again. Some were so perverse he made criminals look like innocents, and others were of devouring her soul slowly and listening to her scream. He laid down slowly so that his lower half was flat against her and his elbows were propping him up. He leaned slowly towards her ear again. "Do you know... all the things I could do to you?"
Oh she knew of some, but she didn't want to know any more. He seemed content to stay where he was for the time being, breathing slowly on her ear and neck. She kept from answering him. Surely if he was waiting for an answer he wouldn't do anything. She felt relieved when she could hear her alarm blaring distantly in her head and she felt herself waking up.
Ichigo woke up, grabbing his eye and yelling in pain. 'Bring her back!!! Bring her to me!' He growled. This was not the kind of wake up he wanted. His hollow seemed to be throwing a temper tantrum for some reason. 'Bring her to me!!!' He could hear him yelling, pounding on his inner world. He sounded like a kid brat who didn't get an ice cream. He glared, how long was this going to go on?
All through school he couldn't concentrate. The hollow was still moaning about that girl he had seen. Ichigo hadn't heard him in his head this long for a while now. He wasn't gaining any control, he knew that. He wondered why he was throwing such a fit. He had more important matters to worry about, like the arrancar and Aizen. He didn't have time to investigate his hollow's sudden actions.
At lunch when he saw the girl again he acted up even more. Screaming for him to deliver her to him. He had asked Urahara about the hollow and its whining. He said himself it may or may not be a love interest. It could have been some kind of lust, since hollows acted on pure instinct. It could be that he wanted to devour her. Ichigo finally decided to ask him. The only answer he got... 'I want her! Bring her to me!!' It answered nothing.
Night after night she returned to the same place. She didn't know how she avoided disaster so far, but small talk with the man while he busied himself with some part of her body seemed to work fine. She had grown used to him, how he'd run his tongue along different parts of her body each time she found herself there. How he'd grow angry if she pulled away.
Even now, he sighed against her hand as he licked at it. She thought he was almost like a kid with a sucker, trying hard not to bite into it. To savour it longer. She didn't know how close she was to being right. She tried to keep up the small talk, but she was running out of things to say. She was afraid to talk about her personal life in case he was an actual person.
He was growing tired. He had officially run out of 'appropriate' areas that he could taste her skin. She wouldn't let him in some areas. It was annoying, but either way he had to find a new spot. She was sitting beside him, asking a question here and there. He looked over her body for some untouched spot. Eventually he got up to her face, lips forming a smirk as he found one.
She turned her head to look at him when he placed her hand down and found him smirking. Quickly he jumped forward, making her yelp in surprise and part fear. He knocked her onto the ground and her eyes widened as he smashed his lips onto hers. Slowly he slid his tongue into her mouth, making her gasp and wriggle around. He hastily grabbed her wrists and held them still as his breaths turned into heavy pants.
His muscles shuddered as he brought his mouth back, holding it open to breathe and letting his tongue still wander around her own. He could barely hold back from biting her. Somewhere, anywhere, he didn't care, his desire to devour her had grown exponentially. He pulled one leg over her, using it to pull her closer so he could feel her. He rubbed slowly against her, growing more and more anxious the more he did it.
He pushed her over suddenly, grabbing her shoulders and holding her in place. His breaths still came in heavy pants as he loomed over her, taking her in. His legs shook with anticipation as he leaned down and invaded her mouth with his long tongue again. He grew even more anxious as she let him pull her shorts down. Finally he'd get something worth his wait.
Ichigo stood, stunned at what he saw. He didn't know whether to turn and run, cover his eyes, or yell in some kind of embarrassed rage. He had finally found out why his hollow was whining, bugging him to bring him the girl he had seen. As he started to undress her he turned away, ready to get back to the real world. He was sure that if the hollow hadn't killed her yet he could trust him not to. But now it was late and he needed sleep for school in the morning. He only hoped he could get to sleep.
