Bleach Porn Story: Mine – Chapter 32

Bleach Porn Story: Mine – Chapter 32

Chapter 32

For the first time in her life, Matsumoto Rangiku was at a complete loss for words. After Ichigo walked out, Rukia just shut down and the busty blonde didn’t know what to do for her. If she hadn’t just heard her speak to Ichigo, she’d be convinced that the man had permanently damaged Rukia’s windpipe. Maybe if she’d scream or curse, Ran could help her vent, but this? How could she help Rukia when she seemed so…broken.

She could smell the sex-it was all over this room-and the curiosity was slowly killing her. Rangiku could only imagine what went down here today, but she wasn’t so insensitive as to hound her friend for details when she was clearly in such pain. She may be dying to know what happened, but Ran wouldn’t say a word…not until Rukia was ready to talk about it. What she did know was that it must have been hellish indeed to make Ichigo react so violently and to make Rukia let him go.

Desperate to do something, Rangiku just started talking. She thought she might have done some good with all her inane chatter when her friend actually moved…well, that was until she ran out like the hounds of hell were after her.

“Rukia!” Rangiku shouted but did not follow. It seemed as though her friend had a change of heart and was hurrying to stop Ichigo before he left. Ran smiled to herself…who was she to get in the way of their passionate reunion?

xxx(Broken-Seether)xxx

Demons don’t care. We don’t think about the future and we certainly don’t regret the past.

It isn’t in our nature.

We are creatures who exist only in the present. We live for the moment, nothing more…and that’s how we like it. That’s the way it’s always been and that’s how it will always be. It has to be this way. To do or think anything else would only succeed in driving us insane.

I knew this, yet…I could not help myself.

He was everything I never knew I needed. Most assuredly, he was all I’ve ever wanted. Perfection. No other word could describe him so well. Everything about him appealed to me and for the first time in my long and miserable life, I actually felt something. Something that went deeper than physical attraction…deeper than anything I’ve ever known.

None of this was his fault. Not one, single thing. No, I take full responsibility for what happened here today…for everything that’s happened since we met. All of the pain, anger, and sadness we’ve felt was because of me.

I knew better.

It doesn’t matter what he was when I met him or what he did before he knew me. He would always be too innocent for something like me to touch…too fucking innocent.

I should have left him alone.

But I didn’t. I couldn’t. From the first moment I saw him, there was no going back. There never would be.

Why couldn’t I just love him? That’s all he ever wanted.

What did I do, instead? I clawed at his chest until it was raw and bleeding. I used my anger, jealousy, and thrice-damned lust to try and rip out his beautiful heart. I dug so deep inside of him-deeper than anyone else could ever touch-but when I didn’t succeed, what did he do?

He just smiled and gave it to me-trusting that I would do it no harm. I held his heart in my hand for awhile, as if I might keep it safe…but I didn’t. I crushed it. I destroyed it.

I destroyed him.

All the things I should’ve said that I never said…all the things I should have done that I never did…all the things I should’ve given but I didn’t.

If only I had those moments back…

Rukia walked lifelessly away from the door, stopped in the middle of the room and sank to the floor. She drew her knees up to her chest and rocked herself while Ran prattled on about anything and everything except what happened.

She stared at the settee he’d so beautifully occupied. If she closed her eyes, she could still see him there…but he wasn’t there. He was gone.

She wanted to get up off this floor and run to him. She wanted to beg him to come back, to forgive her…but she couldn’t. She’d already done too much and hurt him too badly.

Rukia was so lost in thought that at first, she didn’t notice the aroma slowly wafting into the room. When she did, it seemed very familiar, so she took a few deep breaths to try and place the tantalizing scent. When she finally recognized it, terror gripped her within its icy claws.

Blood. But not just anyone’s…it was his.

“No…” Was all she could force from her lungs as the smell became overpowering.

Rukia ripped the door from its hinges and ran to him.

Ichigo…

Rukia ran faster than she’d ever run before, but every step felt heavy and slow. It was like she was barely moving no matter how hard she tried. When she did finally reach the door to her room, she hesitated to open it. The smell was so strong and she was so afraid…

Rukia finally gathered her nerve and raised one shaking hand to the smooth wood, took a deep breath and pushed…

In that moment, the world stopped spinning and time stood still. Her mind felt as numb as her heart and Rukia didn’t know how she was still breathing.

He was on his back, face angled toward the door, long lashes resting lightly against cheeks that were much too pale. Even in repose, this man was flawless…his beauty unmarred by the blade that jutted obscenely from his chest.

When she saw that, Rukia made an unconscious sound of distress and felt her knees buckle. She gripped the doorway in an effort to stay upright, but the wood splintered under the pressure and the small woman fell to her knees.

He’s not moving. Why isn’t he moving? Get up, Ichigo…get up, love.

She tried to speak-to call out to him-but could not force the words from her lips. She had to get to him. On shaky arms and legs, Rukia forced her frozen body to move toward her fallen lover.

When she finally made it, Rukia hesitated to touch him. He was so still-so peaceful-that she almost hated to disturb him. She slowly, carefully placed a trembling hand against his face, but pulled it quickly back as a chill ran through her body.

He is so cold.

Rukia immediately felt guilty about pulling away from him and kissed his forehead in apology. She gently lifted his head and laid it in her lap. As she stroked his silky hair, Rukia’s mind began to shatter. She rocked back and forth like a child as she waited for him to awaken.

I’m so sorry, my angel. I did this to you…I hurt you so badly. But you’re going to be alright. I promise. You are an angel, you know. You are so good and kind. There has never been another like you-demon or human. When you love, it is with your whole heart-and you loved me. I was the luckiest woman alive because of that. You loved me and I threw it away. I threw you away. Not because I didn’t want you. Not because I didn’t love you. Not because you weren’t my soul. You are. You are everything to me, Ichigo and I want you more than I want to breathe. I love you…I love you more than I love my life. You are my only reason for living. Without you, there is no me. I can’t wait to tell you that. I have so many things to tell you. I should have trusted you from the beginning. I should have told you everything. You deserved to know it all…you deserve so much more than that. But as soon as you wake up, my sweet one, I’ll make it right. I swear to you…I’ll tell you everything, but for now, just rest. I know you’re so tired…So very tired. I put you through too much today and now, you need to rest.

She kissed his icy lips and shivered.

You are so cold, my love.

Don’t worry…I will make you warm again.

I will hold you forever.

I’ll never let you go.

I swear.

xxx

“I don’t like the way he looked, Nel.” The pair had just stepped out of the girls’ quarters and walked to the stable to prepare the horses.

“He seemed okay to me, Grimm. He just looked…tired, I guess.”

“No,” Grimm shook his blue mane. “It was more than that. He wasn’t right.” He stared at the ground and hesitated before continuing, “Do you mind if I go check on him?”

Nel stopped and turned toward him, “Grimm, why would I mind?”

He steadfastly avoided her eyes, “Because I…” He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation, “Because of what I did…not with that bitch but, what I almost did.”

She took his face in her hands and forced him to look at her, “I know how you feel about him, Grimm…I’ve always known.” He closed his guilty eyes and tried to pull free from her but she wouldn’t allow it. “It doesn’t matter to me. Do you hear me? It doesn’t fucking matter! Do you think it changes how I feel about you…or Ichigo?” When he didn’t answer, Nel continued, “I still love you both and that will never change. None of what happened today was your fault. I don’t blame you…either of you.”

Before Grimm could reply, the wind picked up and Nel quickly released him. Her head rose sharply and the green-haired beauty inhaled deeply.

When she finally looked at him, Grimmjow saw apprehension in her eyes. A strong sense of foreboding assaulted him and his entire body tensed, “What’s wrong?” When she didn’t answer him, Grimm started to panic. “What the fuck is it, Nel? Just tell me!”

“I smell blood.”

“Okay…what’s the big deal about that? You smell blood all the time. You’re a fucking blood demon.” She shook her head and said the one thing guaranteed to make his world fall apart.

Ichigo’s blood.”

He stumbled backwards as if she’d knocked the air from his body. “No.” He shook his head in denial, “No!”

“Grimm, don’t…we shouldn’t jump to conclusions. I just need to go check on him.” When he acted like he wanted to go with her, she stopped him. “Stay here, Grimm. I’ll be right back, I promise.” Nel didn’t wait for his response before disappearing. With her sonido, she moved faster than he could follow, but Grimm didn’t need her to track down Ichigo.

He would always find him.

The fear was crippling, but somehow, Grimmjow forced his legs to move. With every step he took, the young man did something he always swore he’d never do…

He prayed.

xxx(My Immortal-Evanescence)xxx

Nel ran harder and faster than she’d ever run before. She shook her head, trying to clear it of ominous thoughts, but it wasn’t working. At first, she thought maybe he’d cut himself again, but to be this strong, there had to be a lot of blood. Much more than cutting could produce. In fact, Nel didn’t even want to think about the damage he’d have to do to produce that much. The closer she got to him, the stronger his scent became and Nel fought down her rising panic.

No, Nel…don’t jump to conclusions. He might be okay…

When she was close to the source of that bittersweet scent, Nel slowed considerably. Her trepidation was mounting with every step and she didn’t want to confirm her worst suspicions. She didn’t want to be the one to tell Grimm that his best friend…was…

No amount of mental preparation could have readied Nel for the sight that greeted her. Ichigo-her poor, beautiful Ichigo-was lying motionless in a pool of blood with his own weapon lodged deep within his body. Rukia was there, his limp body held firmly within her small arms. Even though she hated the woman, Rukia was clearly distraught. It was obvious by her dry eyes and vacant expression that Rukia had retreated to someplace deep inside. She didn’t even know anyone else was in the room.

“Ichigo!” Rangiku’s horrified gasp startled Nel as it echoed throughout the deathly quiet room. She hadn’t even heard the other woman’s arrival, but that didn’t matter. The lovely blonde had tears running down her face as she tried to get through to Rukia. She wasn’t having any luck, but Nel couldn’t spare a moment to help her. Ichigo was all that mattered right now. Nel didn’t interfere with them, she simply set to work on the task at hand…she had to know if he lived.

Nel didn’t want to look at the deadly steel protruding from his bare chest, but she had no choice. It was the focal point of her vision. It was all she could see. She paid no mind to the blood that he rested in-that covered all three of them-instead, she focused on trying to find some sign of life in the friend she loved so deeply.

Sweet Kami, he is so cold, so still, so pale. There’s so much blood…

Nel could not feel or hear his heart beating, but she refused to give up. She switched to kidou and searched for something-anything-that might give them some hope. Her tears fell unchecked as she fought to retain control of her emotions.

She was going to have to tell Grimm that his best friend was gone. She had to be strong for him. He was going to need all her strength to get through this. She only hoped that he listened to her and stayed outside…he didn’t need to see this.

Nel knew her hopes were in vain when she heard someone running up the stairs. Stubborn bastard. She stiffened as his footsteps got closer and shifted slightly to keep his view obscured.

His voice was stoic, face composed as he spoke to Nel, “Is he…Is he okay?”

How could she tell him this? How could she tell him that his best friend was gone forever? She couldn’t…not yet. She hadn’t even had a chance to process it herself. She didn’t know what to do or say, so Nel stayed silent.

xxx

He knew.

The second he walked into that miserable, fucking room, Grimmjow knew…he just refused to accept it.

The whole way up, he tried to be optimistic. He knew Ichigo was messed up, but he’d been through worse than this, right? He’d be okay. He wouldn’t…no, he wouldn’t do that. Ichigo could never be that selfish-he’d never leave his family like that.

He couldn’t see much of him with Nel blocking his body, but he could see his face… His eyes were closed and he wasn’t moving. He wasn’t fucking moving. But it was the blood that made him feel sick to his stomach. No one, be they human or demon, could survive that kind of blood loss.

It was impossible, but even then, he still had hope. It was only a tiny speck hovering at the edge of his otherwise fucked up mind, but it was the only reason he was still standing. So with that deceptive bit of optimism firmly in hand, Grimm asked if his friend was okay and then he waited.

She simply sat there for a few seconds, saying nothing. Nel finally turned toward her anxious lover, and in doing so, unintentionally exposed him to the most damning thing of all…the katana.

Grimm’s eyes widened at the grisly scene. The spark of hope he’d clung to so tightly was gone-extinguished by grief so profound that it seemed nothing good would ever exist for him again.

He walked slowly toward Ichigo, shock and despair numbing him to all but the face of his fallen friend. Nel shot to her feet and tried to comfort Grimm, but it was like he never saw her and kept walking. She backed off, worried for him…worried for all of them.

He knelt next to Ichigo and bowed his head. He spoke in hushed tones, but the demons heard him. “I prayed, you know. I prayed to those useless bastards and now you’re… Fuck them…and fuck you, you selfish prick. How could you do this?” His voice broke as the tears finally came, “How could you leave us? How could you leave me?”

Nel and Ran looked at each other, helpless in the face of such pain. They were both caught by surprise when Rukia looked up at the human and held one finger to her lips, “Shhhh…Ichigo’s sleeping.” She looked back down at his bloodless face and sighed, “I was too hard on him today and now, he needs to rest, so please keep your voice down.” She went back to running her fingers through his hair and Grimmjow stiffened dangerously.

Nel saw the change in his posture and when Grimm raised his head, she saw the murderous look in his eyes. She flew to intercept him before he could engage the demon and caught him just as he lunged at Rukia. However, she couldn’t stop the hatred that rolled off his tongue, “He’s not sleeping, you crazy slut! HE’S DEAD! Do you hear me? He’s fucking dead because of you! Look at him…fucking look at him!” Rukia’s once calm eyes faltered at his words and she looked at Ichigo with confusion. Grimm never paused in his diatribe, “You killed him, you sick bitch. You and all your fucking games killed my only family and if it’s the last thing I ever do, I swear that you will pay for it!”

As her sanity began to return, horror dawned on Rukia’s face. She took in his cold, pale skin and blood-soaked body as her tears finally broke free with a gut-wrenching sob, “Noooo!”

Grimmjow smiled sadistically. His eyes were merciless as he sneered at her, “That’s right, bitch…feel it.” He reached out suddenly to grip Zangetsu right above Ichigo’s chest and didn’t so much as flinch when the unforgiving steel bit into his skin. Grimmjow’s voice thundered, “I want you to remember him just like this…with this fucking sword deep inside him, because you put it there. It’s your fault, Rukia. Ichigo is dead because of you.”

He was right and she knew it. Rukia dropped her head as pain and shame suffused her ragged mind. Her tears, now silent, ran unchecked down her face and onto Ichigo’s.

As Grimm’s blood flowed down and mixed with Ichigo’s, the strangest thing happened. The kidou Nel had been using to monitor Ichigo, flared up unexpectedly. She stiffened and released Grimm, startling the fierce male. Her face went white as a sheet and all eyes were on her as she gasped loudly, “I feel…h-he’s…” Fearful that the feeling was manufactured by her own intense desire and desperation, Nel waited…until she felt it again. It was extremely weak and irregular, but it was there

Ichigo’s heart was beating.

This time, the sob that wracked Nel’s body was one of pure relief. A beautiful smile lit her face as joy swelled in her battered heart. The other three looked at her like she’d lost her mind, but that’s because they couldn’t feel it. They didn’t know. She had to tell them.

Almost too afraid to say it out loud, Nel settled on a whisper and her words shocked them all.

“He’s…alive.”

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