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(Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters associated with the Anime or Manga Series. I am writing this short story just for fun and it should be taken as such.)
*My story is rated MA for mature audiences only due to graphic language, graphic violence, and some strong sexual situations to be presented in later chapters. Reader has been cautioned.* Enjoy! ^_^
Chapter One: Taken by Shadows
(POV: Renji)
Resting comfortably on a rooftop near the Karakura Town Shopping District, Renji remained huddled beneath the generous overhang of a neighboring building, patiently waiting out the passing storm. The air was damp and cool, the evening rain having all but stopped only moments prior, leaving the small town wrapped in a quiet hush. Droplets of water continued to stream down from the tiled rooftops, tapping softly against the stone walkway below. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear a passenger train as it crossed the edge of town with a low metallic sigh before disappearing into the mist-covered hills.
Shivering lightly to himself, Renji continued to let his gaze carefully comb over the area for any sort of disturbance, yet there didn’t seem to be any. There were no spikes in spiritual pressure, no roar from a newly formed Hollow. Just… silence. Even the narrow streets below had long since emptied, their residents safely tucked away in their homes for the night. “Man, I hope Rukia is having better luck than I am tonight,” he sighed gently to himself. "The evening is really shaping up to be a total bust."
Since having been dispatched to the World of the Living for their monthly rotation, both he and Rukia had noted a significant lull in Hollow activity. In fact, it had been days since either one of them had participated in any sort of battle.
Upon their arrival to Karakura Town, Rukia of course had chosen to stay with Ichigo, taking up residency inside his dank little closet. Renji had opted to stay with Kisuke Urahara at the shop. The only downside to staying at Urahara’s was the incessant taunting he received from both Ururu and Jinta. They were always teasing him about being a big, old moocher, especially when they sat down to share a meal together. Deep down, Renji knew that name calling and jeers at his expense were intended to be just for fun, yet it didn't mean that it didn’t hurt or make him feel guilty from time to time. So for the past few evenings, he had opted to grab a few handmade rice balls from one of the local shops in town before starting his shift.
Unpacking a second rice ball from the breast pocket of his uniform, Renji carefully bit the top, letting the seasoned rice roll across his tongue as he softly chewed. He smiled gently as he savored the wonderful flavor. Taking another bite he repeated the process again and again until it was completely gone. Renji quickly disposed of the plastic wrapper into a side pocket, before leaning back on his elbows.
“Boy, that Umeboshi rice ball was incredible,” he sighed, utterly stuffed. He would have to remember to stop back in at the same shop tomorrow evening prior to his shift in order to secure some of the other unique flavors they offered.
Letting a content little burp escape from his mouth, Renji continued to idly gaze out at the town before him. His meal was just starting to settle in his belly when suddenly he caught a whiff of something odd wafting through the air. Sitting up, Renji tried to pinpoint the origin of the intrusive scent. The harder he sniffed, the more pungent it was becoming. “Kami, what the hell is that smell?” Renji said as he plugged his nose, eyes now watering. If he didn’t know any better, he would have to say that the scent was sulfuric in nature.
Reluctant to release his nose, Renji slowly took in a small breath of air and much to his surprise, the smell had all but completely dissipated. "That was strange..." he mused softly to himself. Reaching out once more, Renji was unable to sense anything out of the norm, so he simply brushed the incident off as a minor inconvenience. Either way, now that the rain had finally stopped, it was probably a good time to get going anyway.
Coming to his feet, Renji made quick work of the front of his uniform, brushing off the last remaining specs of rice that had fallen during his dinner. Tightening his belt, he then secured Zabimaru at his side. “Perhaps I should just start making my way back to Urahara’s.” He said nonchalantly to himself as he casually walked up to the edge of the building. Glancing down, Renji could see that the alleyway below was still deserted. Without another thought, he stepped down off the ledge. Landing swiftly upon his feet with practiced ease, Renji continued to make his way through the damp alleyway, towards the main entrance.
Emerging into the courtyard that led to all of the shops and eateries, Renji soon found himself coming to a sudden halt just beyond the mouth of the alley. That weird smell was back, only this time it smelled like burning ash. Tightening his grip on the hilt of his Zanpakutō, something was definitely off.
Gradually the hair on the back of his neck began to rise up in warning as a sudden pulse of dark spiritual pressure filled the air. Renji’s eyes widened as he began to feel out the uninvited presence. The pressure was different somehow, neither of which belonged to a Shinigami nor a Hollow. No this was something darker, and more dangerous.
Turning around on the balls of his feet, Renji swiftly deciphered that the source of the disturbance was radiating from somewhere deep within the shadows of the alley behind him. Removing his Zanpakutō from his belt, Renji used his flash step to move backwards in order to put some space between himself and the entrance.
“Okay, you can come out already.” Renji growled sharply. “I know you’re there.”
For a moment, the alleyway remained quiet and unmoving.
Renji snickered to himself. “Look, I can sense your spiritual pressure asshole. There’s no use in trying to hide at this point.”
A few more seconds passed by when something finally caught his eye. Slowly, the shadows began to move as a tall, unnaturally thin demon emerged from the darkness. Gasping lightly to himself, Renji simply took in the strange new presence before him.
The demon’s long black hair hung down loosely around his pale face, his eyes so completely black that not a trace of white remained. His skin was adorned with soft jagged black markings that seemed to spider across his upper arms and down his bare chest. Their dark patterns stark against his skin. From just above his elbows down to the tips of his clawed fingers, his flesh faded into a deep ash-gray.
He wore loose black harem pants secured by a thick leather belt, from which several silver chains of varying lengths draped and clinked softly at his side. Heavy black combat boots gave his appearance a modern edge, their polished surfaces contrasting with the savage look of his claws. Around his neck rested a strange pendant Renji couldn’t recognize, it's dark metal catching the light. Maybe it’s some sort of talisman or perhaps a family crest-
Renji’s focus shifted as movement stirred from the building above. Two more figures dropped from the rooftop, landing hard against the rain-slick pavement with enough force to send shallow splashes across the ground. Unlike their master, these demons shared the same ghostly white hair and hollow black eyes, their expressions unnervingly empty as they stepped into place behind him. They stood motionless, almost disciplined, their gazes fixed entirely on Renji as though awaiting a single command to strike. Must be some kind of new demon hybrid… he concluded silently, tension tightening in his chest.
Renji's eyes narrowed cautiously as he studied the trio. “So you were the disturbance I felt on the rooftop earlier,” he snickered lightly. “Why are you following me?”
As the demon cracked a slow, wicked smile, Renji suddenly felt his skin start to crawl. “You are Lieutenant… Renji Abarai, are you not?” He growled out in a semi deep voice. “From the Sixth Division.”
Renji’s heart briefly skipped a beat at the familiarity as he lifted Zabimaru up onto his awaiting shoulder. “Tsk, it depends on who’s asking.” He said as his brow line hardened in response.
“You serve under Byakuya Kuchiki and the Kuchiki clan as well do you not?” The demon’s grin deepened even more.
Renji frowned. “Is that a problem?”
Without warning, the demon quickly vanished from Renji’s sight, only to reappear in front of him while issuing the first strike with an unusually long blackened bone dagger.
Gasping in surprise, Renji had just enough time to fend off the attack. Rolling his sword over, he was able to use it as a shield in order to save his chest from the potential sting of the demon’s blade. The creature’s second attack was just as powerful. The force from his swing had been enough to push Renji’s body backwards, his feet dragging sharply against the pavement below.
“Damn, he’s strong!” Renji observed as he finally came to a halt several yards back.
As the demon approached him again, Renji launched a counter strike of his own. Twisting around, he then sent Zabimaru screaming sideways through the air, only to have the demon shimmer out of the way before his blade could connect. Tsk, he’s fast too. Too fast.
Suddenly the demon appeared beside him, catching Renji off guard. Bringing up his leg, the demon was able to connect a ruthless roundhouse kick to the right side of Renji’s rib cage. Renji’s breath immediately fled his body as the impact of the strike sent him through the air, launching him directly through one the store front windows and into a long, wooden checkout counter. Glass and other debris exploded instantly all around him.
As he lay bloodied and sprawled across the floor behind the counter, Renji knew he needed to get up. He needed to fight through the pain because this battle was far from over.
Gritting his teeth, Renji rolled onto his back and forced himself upright. Using Zabimaru for support, he managed to pull himself up off the floor. Pain shot through his entire body instantly, his breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. A deep gash above his right brow sent a steady stream of blood over his eye and down his dirt-streaked cheek. At some point, his hair tie had been torn off, allowing his wild red hair to spill freely around his face and cascade over his shoulders.
Before Renji could fully recover, he felt the demon’s hand clamp onto his unruly hair, yanking him back hard.
“What the hell?!” Renji gasped, his Zanpakutō slipping from his grasp. A moment later, he was dragged back through the shattered window and hurled onto the ground below. Broken glass bit into his skin as he rolled onto his hands and knees, fresh cuts and scrapes tearing across his body.
Breathing heavily, Renji looked up at the demon towering before him.
“You… bastard.”
Snickering, “What seems to be the problem Lieutenant?" The demon baited, “are you having a hard time keeping up with me?”
Spitting out a clot of blood from his mouth Renji glared at the demon. “Fuck you.”
“How... colorful,” the demon replied, frowning.
With a single snap of his bony, clawed fingers, the other two demons finally sprang into action. Renji’s arms were violently yanked behind his back, forcing him upright onto his sore, bloodied knees. The hybrids quickly wrapped chains of dark energy around his wrists and arms, the restraints tightening painfully against his skin.
Renji cried out in frustration as the dark bindings burned his skin. His spiritual pressure burst outward in a violent surge as he fought like a cornered animal against the chains, struggling with everything he had.
The dark-haired demon calmly stepped forward, reaching out to seize Renji by the throat with a single, clawed hand. The grip instantly silenced him. Renji gagged and struggled for air as the demon tightened his hold, forcing him to look up.
“Don’t worry, Renji…” the demon said coldly. “You’ll remain conscious through the next part."
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(POV: Orihime)
Across town, Orihime suddenly bolted upright in bed, her breath coming in short, panicked bursts as her heart pounded in her chest.
“That… that spiritual pressure… It’s Renji’s,” she whispered. “And he’s in danger.” Another violent surge of spiritual pressure shook the air around her. Orihime’s eyes widened in horror as she felt Renji’s spiritual pressure begin to flicker erratically, like a dying flame on the verge of being extinguished.
Without another thought, Orihime threw aside her blanket and scrambled out of bed. The moment her bare feet hit the floorboards, she was already in motion. She snatched her flower-shaped hairpin from the nightstand and hurried toward the front door.
With no time to change, and still dressed in her Sakura-colored pajamas, which consisted of a camisole paired with thigh-high shorts, Orihime paused just long enough to grab her cream-colored Chappy the Rabbit hoodie from the nearby coat rack. A gift from Rukia and the other members of the Soul Reaper Women’s Association for her eighteenth birthday.
Effortlessly putting on her hoodie while sliding into her cream-colored sneakers, Orihime rushed out the door.
Making quick work of her apartment’s stairs, Orihime reached the ground floor just as another wave of spiritual pressure bit through the air. “Hold on Renji!” she said breathlessly as she shot out across the sidewalk and into the street.
Orihime sprinted through the streets as fast as she could, her sneakers slapping against the wet pavement. Her lungs burned as she struggled to steady her breathing, her legs tightening with the strain of her pace, yet she refused to slow. Houses and storefronts blurred past her in a haze as she pushed forward.
“Renji… he must be nearby,” she gasped, forcing the words between uneven breaths. “His spiritual pressure feels heavier the closer I get.”
Rounding the corner of the building, Orihime burst into the Karakura Town Shopping District courtyard. The moment Renji came into view a few store fronts away, she stopped short. With one glance, it became immediately clear that he was in no condition to stand on his own. Physically restrained, his body was suspended between two demonic-looking men as they forced him down onto a bed of shattered glass. The upper portion of Renji’s uniform had been torn away, leaving his upper body exposed to the damp night air. She could see a few steady streams of blood running freely down the front of his chest from various wounds and claw marks. His head hung forward as was straining to catch his breath.
“I… I have to do something!” Orihime cried, as she desperately reached for her hair pins in order to call forth her Shun Shun Rikka, but she was too late. The black-haired demon suddenly lunged forward, driving his blackened bone dagger straight into the center of Renji’s chest, right up to the hilt.
“RENJI!” Orihime’s throat tightened with anguish as she screamed out for him, her cry echoing his gut-wrenching scream.
With the dagger still buried deep within Renji’s chest cavity, the demon lowered his head as he began to chant in an old language. Dark energy pulsated through the air as it radiated around Renji’s body. His head suddenly snapped back as another guttural scream tore from the very depths of his soul. Continuing his chant, the demon slowly started to withdraw his blade, a thick black liquid spilled forth out of Renji’s newly opened wound.
Orihime watched helplessly as the blade slid free with a sickening wet sound from Renji’s chest, his head abruptly dipping forward, his body shuddering as a violent tremor ran through him. With one last gasp of air, his body finally stilled. “Renji, no!” Orihime screamed again, her entire body trembling.
A sudden growl suddenly drew her attention back to the black-haired demon hovering over Renji’s now motionless body. One moment, he was glancing back at her over his shoulder with cold, unreadable eyes. The next, he had vanished completely.
Orihime barely managed to suck in a single, terrified gasp before the demon lunged at her, his ash-colored claws clamping around her delicate throat with merciless force. She felt her feet briefly leave the pavement as she was violently slammed up against the stone wall of a nearby building. Pain exploded though her spine, bringing a strangled cry to her lips and tears to her eyes.
As the demon’s grip tightened around her throat, Orihime’s body jerked violently in panic. Her hands clawed desperately at the creature’s hold while ragged, choking gasps struggled to escape her lips. She tried everything she could think of in order to try and dislodge herself from his grasp, but it was no use. His hand simply wouldn’t budge.
“Let me go!” she gasped out.
When he didn’t respond to her plea, Orihime swallowed hard, forcing herself to look up at him. He just stood there staring down at her with those hollow, black eyes.
“Please… let me go,” she begged again.
The demon tilted his head slightly, as if considering her. Then he stepped in closer.
Orihime’s breath caught in her throat as he leaned in, drawing a slow, deliberate breath, almost as though he were memorizing her scent.
For a brief moment, Orihime tore her gaze away as the demon continued to sniff the air around her. Her eyes flicked past his shoulder and back toward Renji’s motionless form. What she saw however, instantly ripped a terrified scream from her soft, pink lips.
Renji… he was staring back at her. Although his eyes… his eyes made her blood run cold. The warmth from his brown eyes was completely gone, swallowed by an endless blackness. There was no emotion in his face, no recognition at all. Just the same inhuman darkness that coursed through the demon’s gaze. She also noticed that his skin had gone deathly pale, drained of color as if all of warmth had been stripped away. Across his arms and upper body, jagged black markings began to surface and spread.
Renji suddenly let out a deep, guttural growl that seemed to ripple through the air like a shockwave. Orihime’s eyes snapped wide open, as a fresh wave of terror washed over her.
The demon took the opportunity to extinguish the final distance between them, his slender, searing-hot form pressing into Orihime with an oppressive closeness that stole the breath from her lungs. She stiffened, unable to retreat, as his cheek brushed against hers. He inhaled slowly again, as though savoring the very essence of her soul.
“Yes… that’s it,” he whispered into her ear, his voice soft and unnervingly calm. “That fear of yours… it is intoxicatingly exquisite.”
“What…” she tailed off as she felt him smile against her cheek.
“You don’t mind if I have a little taste for myself do you?” he growled softly.
Orihime gasped as an invisible force suddenly tightened beneath her ribs, like unseen fingers gripping the core of her being. She felt him begin to pull slowly, drawing her life away in trembling slices. Each breath became harder to take than the last as the demon drank in her fear like fine wine. With every shuddering inhale, the pulls intensified. Weakness spread rapidly through her limbs, her knees buckling beneath her.
“Why… why are you doing this?” she managed to breathe, forcing the words past her fear. “Why did you hurt Renji?”
“Why?” the demon barked, squeezing his hand a little tighter around her neck. “For revenge.”
“Re… revenge?” She said desperately trying to take a deeper breath.
The demon stepped back slightly, his expression darkening as he stopped feeding on her energy. “That’s right,” he hissed. “The Kuchiki Clan hunted my bloodline to the brink of extinction… and they nearly succeeded.” His eyes narrowed, burning with centuries of hatred. “From the ashes of that massacre... from the ruin they left behind… I was born.” His voice now seething. “Forged into existence with a single purpose, to eradicate the Kuchiki Clan completely from this world… as well as the next.”
Orihime shivered as the demon pressed on, his voice turning colder, more inhuman.
“Mark my words, I will stop at nothing to ensure that pain and suffering is brought forth upon the clan,” he said, “starting with those closest to the current head of the Kuchiki Clan, Byakuya Kuchiki.” A faint, cruel edge crept into his tone. “And what better place to begin than his trusted second-in-command… Lieutenant Renji Abarai.”
Orihime gently closed her eyes, anguish tightening in her chest as his words settled over her. If Renji was already marked, then that meant that Rukia was not far behind. She knew deep down that if anything were to happen to Rukia, it would utterly shatter her older brother’s soul.
When she finally opened her eyes again, a sob caught in her throat. “Please don’t do this…” she whispered as a single tear slipped free, tracing a trembling path down her cheek.
Using his free hand, the demon slowly reached toward her, his fingers slightly curved as though he feared disturbing the fragile moment hanging in the air. She watched silently as his palm hovered beneath her face, just as a single tear slipped farther down the curve of her cheek. Then, with surprising gentleness, the demon caught the falling drop on the tip of his finger before it could descend any farther. Bringing the single tear up to meet his lips, the demon carefully sucked it in, letting the saltiness of her sorrow wash over his face.
The moment didn’t last long before his eyes widened in surprise and his body jerked back as though struck by an unseen force. His grip around Orihime’s neck loosened slightly as he studied her more closely. “Well now…” he murmured, a slow smile curling across his lips. “It seems you’ve been keeping something from me.”
She blinked up at him in confusion. “I… I don’t know what you mean.”
“Come now,” the demon purred, his voice laced with amusement. “You’re carrying the heir of the Kuchiki bloodline within you are you not?”
As the words left his mouth, Orihime’s world came to a sudden halt. Her breath caught in her throat as the memory of that night crashed over her in a relentless wave.
In fact, she could still recall the seemingly endless flow of warm sake being poured, bottle after bottle as the Soul Society had held a grand celebration after Aizen's defeat. Laughter echoed through the barracks, music drifted across the courtyards, and the air itself seemed heavy with relief and victory.
When Orihime first arrived at the celebration, she looked almost ethereal beneath the lantern glow. A soft blush-pink dress clung gently to her figure, its delicate satin bodice shimmering faintly whenever she moved. Layers of airy chiffon fell just above her knees, swaying gracefully with each step and lending her an elegance that was both refined and unmistakably sweet. The warm lights caught in her long auburn hair, giving her a radiant softness that drew more than a few lingering glances from the crowd.
As the night progressed, the party had begun to grow even less formal. Captains who normally carried themselves to a certain standard had let their barrier down completely. Laughing openly, while sitting shoulder to shoulder with fellow officers and their new found friends from the World of the Living. Even Byakuya Kuchiki had accepted a few more cups of sake than usual.
Sitting at a table directly next to his, Orihime uncharacteristically let her gaze linger over Byakuya Kuchiki’s more masculine features as the soft glow of paper lanterns overhead bathed him in a warm, golden light. She admired how his dark hair fell in sleek strands around his face, impossibly neat despite the late hour, while the white kenseikan woven into it only made him appear even more distinguished. But it was his eyes that always seemed to unravel her composure. Orihime couldn’t quite seem to pin-point what it was about the Captain that affected her so deeply. Perhaps it was the quiet elegance he carried so effortlessly, or the calm strength hidden beneath his cold exterior. Whatever the reason, every glance from him made her heart race embarrassingly fast, while his mere presence left her feeling strangely breathless.
For a fleeting moment, Orihime recalled having similar feelings for another at one point in time. Even then, deep down, Orihime had known those feelings would never truly be returned as Ichigo’s heart had always belonged to one person, and one person only. Rukia Kuchiki.
Of course, it had taken Orihime time to accept that bitter truth. For a while, she had held onto a quiet hope, convincing herself that maybe the feelings in her heart weren’t entirely one-sided. But everything became painfully clear after they journeyed to the Soul Society to rescue Rukia. The way Ichigo looked at her, the lengths he was willing to go for her, the unshakable bond between them... Orihime had seen it all with her own eyes.
And in that moment, she understood. No matter how much she cared for him, the relationship between herself and Ichigo would remain what it had always been, just friends. Surprisingly, accepting that truth had hurt less with time. Eventually, Orihime let those feelings for Ichigo go and allowed herself to move forward.
The sudden clatter of Rangiku’s cup hitting the table was enough to snap Orihime out of her daydream and pull her back into the lively party around her.
Her gaze immediately drifted back out across the table before settling on Byakuya Kuchiki once more. Tired of admiring him from afar, Orihime decided it was high time to accept her feelings for the eldest Kuchiki and simply go talk to him.
Before she could second-guess her decision, Orihime quickly rose up from her seat, letting out a quiet, almost amused breath. For the first time that evening, she felt a flicker of confidence as she took a step forward. Byakuya had noticed her approach almost immediately, glancing up at her from the corner of his eye as she drew closer.
Stopping beside him, Orihime tilted her head slightly, as an amused smile graced her lips. “You seem to be thoroughly enjoying yourself this evening, Captain Kuchiki,” she said lightly, her tone warm with quiet teasing.
The corner of his mouth raised just a fraction at her words. “I am merely celebrating responsibly.” Byakuya countered as he regarded the little white cup in his grasp with complete seriousness.
Orihime was taken back by his words. She couldn’t believe it! He had cracked a very small joke. She quickly broke into a soft laughter.
For perhaps the first time ever, Byakuya looked mildly embarrassed which made him all the more attractive. “My apologies Captain Kuchiki, it’s just that your small joke caught me by surprise is all.” She smiled sweetly at him once more. “May… I join you?” She politely asked.
When Byakuya finally nodded his head in approval, she pulled out the heavy wooden chair, sitting down right next to him. Orihime shifted her chair a little closer to the table, only for her knee to accidentally brush up against his. The contact was brief, but it sent a sudden rush of heat through both of them, catching them off guard in equal measure.
“Oops, sorry about that,” she said quickly, a nervous laugh slipping through her words as she straightened.
Byakuya didn’t react outwardly at first. His gaze remained lowered to his cup. “That’s quite alright,” he said quietly, his cheeks glazed in a soft pink hue. “No damage done.”
She simply smiled at him in return.
Later, as the night wore on, and even more bottles of sake had been emptied, the celebration in the Seiretei had softened into a warm, lingering murmur that drifted through the lantern-lit room. Small groups still lingered, their conversations slower now, touched by exhaustion and drink, while attendants quietly moved through the barracks clearing away the remnants of the evening. It was then that Orihime and Byakuya quietly excused themselves, slipping away from the fading celebration unnoticed as they left the warmth and noise of the party behind.
Outside, the cool night air brushed gently against her skin, easing the warmth the sake had left lingering beneath it. Orihime walked beside Byakuya in a calm, unhurried silence, their footsteps muted against the stone path that led to the gardens of the Kuchiki Manor. Moonlight spilled silver across the polished stones, filtering softly through the swaying branches overhead, while the faint fragrance of night-blooming flowers drifted through the breeze. Above them, the sky stretched endlessly, scattered with stars that shimmered like silver verses written across the darkness. For a moment, the stillness of the night wrapped around them completely, serene and intimate in a way words could not quite capture.
Distracted by the quiet beauty of the night, Orihime failed to notice the uneven edge of the next stepping stone. Her sandal caught against it, and she stumbled forward with a soft, breathless gasp. Before she could lose her balance completely, Byakuya stepped forward and caught up her arm, steadying her with practiced ease.
“You seem to be quite unsteady,” he observed calmly.
“Yes, I suppose I am,” she lightly giggled. “Though I suspect that you are probably seeing double the amount of lanterns at this point, aren’t you Captain?” She candidly retorted.
A brief silence settled between them. “… Quite possibly,” he confirmed. They both shared in a bit of laughter before finally reaching the gate to his garden.
"Let me," he said softly. Reaching out in front of her, Byakuya released the latch. As he pushed the small wooden door open, Orihime’s breath caught. The scene that sprawled out before her was absolutely stunning, and definitely reflected his noble status.
From where she stood she could see several smooth stone walking paths that winded around several carefully trimmed shrubs and flower bushes. The path continued seamlessly through several, unusually tall Cherry Blossom trees that were scattered about within the landscape of the garden. Pink petals floated carelessly through the light breeze, filling the air with an exquisitely sweet fragrance. Her gaze then lingered over to Byakuya’s private wooden veranda. Next to it sat a mildly large koi pond. The top of the pond was still, reflecting only the moon off of its mirror like surface. It was all quite magical. “Wow, it’s… it’s so lovely,” she said smiling.
Orihime felt him move in next to her as he looked upon his space with a sense of pride. “I do spend a lot of time out here.” He openly confessed.
“I can see why,” Orihime said softly, as she wandered farther into the garden towards the small group of trees.
Beneath the sweeping branches of one of the Cherry Blossom trees, Orihime found a quiet place to rest, lowering herself onto the cool grass below. With a weary sigh of relief, she reached down and slipped the straps of her sandals from her tired feet, setting them neatly beside her. Petals drifted lazily through the night air around them, catching in the folds of her light pink dress as the breeze stirred the branches overhead.
It wasn’t long before Byakuya joined her beneath the tree. To Orihime’s surprise, he settled beside her far closer than she had expected. The warmth of his presence drifted towards her, drawing a gentle smile to her lips as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
The sake had surely softened the edges of his usual restraint.
As both a Captain of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads and head of one of the Four Great Noble Families, Byakuya lived under constant expectation. Duty, discipline, and perfect composure were demanded of him at all times, leaving little space for vulnerability. Orihime wondered if he was ever truly allowed to let his guard down. Still, if there was ever a time to find out, it felt like now was the perfect time to do so.
Folding her hands together in front of her, Orihime worked up the courage to speak candidly to him. “I… I need to thank you, Captain Kuchiki, for letting me spend the evening with you,” she said quietly, as she glanced up at him. “I know you probably think that it was nothing special, but it… it really meant a lot to me.”
“Oh?” He said as he met her gaze.
A small nervous laugh escaped her. “You see, the truth is… when I am around you, everything feels calmer somehow.” Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her pink dress, her nerves almost got the better of her, yet she pressed on. “I think… somewhere along the way, you became someone very important to me.”
For a brief moment, Byakuya said nothing as his eyes widened at her confession.
Turning his head away a little as if to collect himself, he finally spoke. "You know... when you were abducted and then taken to Hueco Mundo by Sōsuke Aizen,” he began quietly, “I told myself that you would endure it, as you have always possessed more strength than others tend to realize.” A faint breeze stirred his scarf as his gaze lowered slightly.
“Even so… the truth is, I found myself worrying.” The admission was almost gentle in its softness. “More than I should have allowed myself to.” He glanced toward her then, his normally guarded expression touched by something warm and vulnerable. “Every time news arrived concerning the Espada, I found myself listening only for your name.” His voice became quieter still.
"You... you were worried about me?" Orihime’s face lit up in surprise.
“Yes.” The certainty of his answer was immediate, his expression just as restrained as it normally was, yet something beneath it had shifted. Byakuya’s gaze lowered briefly once more as though he were choosing his next words carefully. “I cannot put into words this feeling that has come over me,” he admitted at last. “I just know that your absence had become… rather difficult to disregard.”
Her breath caught at the confession. “So… does that mean that you feel something for me as well?” She asked gently as though saying it aloud might scare him off.
“Your presence… Orihime has also begun to matter to me in a way I had not anticipated.” He confirmed.
She couldn’t believe it, not only did he confess to having feelings for her, but he had also used her name. Not willing to let the moment pass by any further, Orihime instinctively reached out for Byakuya’s hand. Her soft fingers curled around his as she glanced up into his eyes. She watched his reaction closely. Byakuya looked down upon their joined hands for a long moment before lifting her knuckles up slowly to meet his warm soft lips. Her body was instantly set ablaze the moment he pressed his lips against the skin on her hand.
In that tiny gesture, whatever restraint that had remained between them completely shattered.
The flurry of kisses that soon followed were warm and reckless, yet way past due. Orihime melted against him with a soft giggle that quickly disappeared into his mouth. Layers of silk loosened beneath trembling fingers. Quiet laughter gave way to soft passionate breaths and whispered names. The cool night air wrapped around their bare heated skin as Cherry Blossom petals drifted all around them. And for one rare night, after all the war, death and grief, they allowed themselves to forget everything else but each other.
The demon’s masculine voice suddenly cut through the haze of her mind, dragging her attention back to the present. “You’re carrying the heir of the Kuchiki bloodline within you are you not?”
“…I'm?” Orihime whispered, her hand instinctively moving to her abdomen. Pregnant? Tears welled up in her eyes. The exhaustion, the dizzy spells, and the strange warmth she’d been feeling over the past few weeks suddenly made sense.
“Judging by the stunned look on your face, I’d venture to guess you didn’t know,” he said with another smile.
"No," Orihime said absently. “I didn’t… know.”
"How lucky for me,” the demon laughed to himself. “In light of this new information, this changes everything.”
Orihime’s gaze suddenly snapped up, her heart starting to pound wildly in her chest. “What… what do you mean this changes things?”
“It means that I will now be taking both you and the lieutenant back home with me.”
“What!? No!” She screamed out. “Please, you can’t do this!”
“As you will soon find out my dear, I will do whatever is necessary to ensure the pain and suffering of the Kuchiki Clan.”
Before panic could get the best of her, Orihime felt a sudden surge of Spiritual Pressure headed their way. That Spiritual Pressure belongs to Ichigo and Rukia. She thought to herself as a small spark of hope filled her senses. They’re coming for us!
The demon must have also sensed their approach as he briefly looked away from her and towards the direction in which the pressures were radiating from.
Taking advantage of the small distraction, there was no time to waste. Now's my chance. With a sudden battle cry, Orihime pressed her back up against the stone wall of the building as hard as she could while bringing up both of her legs. Planting her feet squarely against the demon’s chest, Orihime pushed her legs out with all the strength she could muster.
Catching him by surprise, the sudden force of her attack was enough to hurl the demon backwards, his sharp claws unconsciously dragged across the sides of her throat as he unwillingly stumbled away. Orihime gasped sharply as she felt the sudden gush of warm blood spilling down her neck, staining her cream-colored hoodie below. Ignoring the pain, Orihime turned and made a break for it.
“Ichigo!” She hollered out as she saw them racing towards her along the rooftops. "Rukia!"
“Orihime!” Ichigo called out to her in return.
As Orihime stretched her fingertips out towards them, the demon suddenly appeared behind her. In one swift motion, his arm snaked around her waist, jerking her backwards. Orihime felt her body slam up against the demon’s chest as her feet kicked out helplessly. "Let go of me!" She screamed, struggling against him.
Tightening his hold, Orihime felt the sudden coolness of the demon’s blade against her throat. She stilled instantly. “Nice move. Even I have to admit that your little act of rebellion back there caught me off guard,” he hissed into her ear as he added a little more pressure to his blade.
Orihime cried out as the blade bit into her skin, nicking the front of her throat. A few small drops of blood began to seep out of the newly opened wound. “Just remember, no good deed goes unpunished," he said sternly.
“Bastard!” Ichigo snarled as he skidded across the ground, stopping several yards away. Dust swirled around him as he ripped his Zanpakutō free from its sheath in one swift motion. The massive blade gleamed under the dim light as he leveled Zangetsu directly at them.
“Release her,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. Spiritual pressure erupted around him, heavy enough to crack the earth beneath his feet. “Now.”
"Tsk.” The demon scuffed. “I have no business with you boy.”
"See, that’s where you're wrong." Ichigo said, his voice low. "You just made it my business when you made her bleed."
A sudden sharp gust split the air as Rukia flash-stepped beside Ichigo, her black robes snapping violently in the wake of her arrival. Her eyes narrowed as she drew her sword alongside his.
“Ah, Rukia Kuchiki... you're a tad bit early to the party," the demon growled. "But it doesn't matter."
Orihime noticed Rukia stiffen at the creature’s familiarity with her name. Confusion flickered across her face.
“I’m sorry,” Rukia said cautiously, “do I know you?”
“Not formally, no,” the demon said with a low chuckle. “But you will soon enough.” His gaze darkened. “Tell that brother of yours that I’ll be coming for him, as well as the rest of the Kuchiki Clan.” His grip around Orihime tightened possessively, drawing a pained wince from her. “Especially now that I am in possession of his heir.”
Confusion immediately washed over Rukia’s face. “What do you mean, his heir? Byakuya doesn’t have a…” Rukia’s words caught in her throat, her eyes widening as his words had started to skin in. “Heir…” she repeated softly, meeting Orihime’s tearful gaze.
"I see." Rukia said, as she lowered her blade a little.
"Rukia, I..." Orihime’s words dying in her throat as a sudden force yanked her backwards again. Her cream-colored shoes scraped helplessly against the pavement as she was dragged away.
“No!” She cried, reaching forward desperately for her friends. “Wait!”
With their weapons still drawn, Ichigo and Rukia followed closely behind them.
“Orihime!” Rukia called out.
“Ah, so Orihime is it?” the demon snickered, dragging her backward until they stood flush against Renji’s still-bound form. A monstrous howl tore from Renji’s throat as he bared his fangs at the two approaching Soul Reapers.
Only then did Rukia finally see him. “Renji!” she screamed, his name ripping painfully from deep within her throat.
Another growl rolled through the air, low and unmistakably feral. Renji’s head lifted slowly towards them. His crimson hair hung in wild strands across his face, shadowing eyes that no longer looked human. The dark chains binding his body groaned as his muscles tensed beneath them.
Rukia froze. “Renji…?” she whispered, horror creeping into her voice. But whatever looked back at her was no longer entirely the man she knew.
Another snarl escaped him, deeper this time, vibrating like the warning of some caged beast.
Orihime’s chest tightened with grief as she watched Rukia collapse to her knees. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks, and her Zanpakutō slipped uselessly from her grasp, clattering against the ground beside her.
“What the hell did you monsters do to Renji?” Ichigo roared.
The demon’s lips twisted into a sickening grin. “I’m afraid that the time for questions has officially come to an end.”
“The hell it has!” Ichigo exploded forward, the ground shattering beneath him.
Orihime heard Rukia’s voice screaming behind him. “Ichigo, stop! Don’t! It’s too dangerous!”
But Ichigo never slowed.
As one of the hybrids suddenly shimmered in front of Ichigo with his weapon drawn, all it took was one clean slash across the front of Ichigo’s chest to stop him in his tracks. “What… why can’t I move my body?” Ichigo gasped before collapsing onto his side like a sack of potatoes.
Reaching out to him instinctively, the demon quickly pulled Orihime’s body back against his chest once more. “It’s time to go.”
“NO!” Ichigo and Rukia both hollered out at the same time.
But the demon said nothing more. He stood perfectly still as an intense heat began to ripple and crack around them, warping the air. Beneath their feet, the stone split open, releasing thin streams of black fire that snaked around their legs and curled upward. The smell of sulfur filled Orihime’s nose instantly. Black ash drifted upward as the dark flames spread across their bodies, climbing from their legs to their chests until they were completely engulfed. Their silhouettes blurred within the blaze.
Then, without warning, the fire collapsed inward. Orihime screamed, and Renji let out a horrific roar as the flames imploded in a violent rush of air, vanishing in an instant.
Only scattered black ash remained on the stone walkway, and a few smoldering footprints that slowly faded to black.
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