Goddamnit. I was nearly done with the bit I wrote, and then somehow I fucked it up and lost the whole damn post. Damn damn damn.
Well, I'm rewriting it as best I can now. Still stuck on the next Orihime session (what it will entail), so here's something different that will serve as a prelude to the lemon-version Hinamori Special.
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"Class, I've got to go take care of something, so please enjoy a study hall session while I'm gone!"
Ichigo's homeroom teacher skipped out, unable to hide the wide smile on her face. Mizuru in the seat behind him stealthily excused himself and went out the other door.
"Bathroom break," he said with a slight smirk.
Ichigo didn't even bother to roll his eyes. Nobody in the class (except Keigo) had any illusions about what their teacher and Mizuru got up to during the frequent "study hall sessions". Ichigo, at first, felt less than impressed with his friend's lecherous pursuits. The guy enjoyed older women in general, and more often than not he went for married ones (who went for him right back).
When he started his... Current profession, he began to have a little more appreciation for Mizuru.
Right now though... Between the stares he'd been getting from Tatsuki, and Orihime and Rukia's behavor...
"Oh, Ichigo, I brought some extra lunch today and I thought you might enjoy some," Orihime told him happily, sliding into the desk next to him with a bright smile. Ichigo coughed and fought down a blush. He could have hot monkey sex with Yoruichi and not flush now, but Orihime smiling at him after what had happened?
Okay, it's all right... You can do this... Just focus on the fact that uh... It's nothing personal.
Crap. Even in his own mind his lies sucked.
"Um, Orihime..."
"Orihime, I actually have to talk to Ichigo concerning some homework we need to be doing," Rukia spoke, sitting in the desk on Ichigo's other side. She reached out her hand to rest on Ichigo's knee. Ichigo stared at her brazenness, but she kept her face perfectly composed... Save for the mild blush on her cheeks.
"Er, Rukia..."
Orihime, however, was not to be daunted, and slid a hand of her own onto his other knee. She kept smiling at Rukia in a friendly way.
"Oh, but I'm sure you can do it right here, and we can do homework after a brief snack break. After all, we're all still growing girls and boys-We need a lot of nourishment!"
Rukia's smile became angry. Her eyebrow twitched. Oh yes, Ichigo knew that look all too well.
"Ichigo has had plenty of nourishment," Rukia stated with a purr. Orihime, blinked, then shrugged innocently.
"He could always use more. So could you?" She offered. Rukia growled. Orihime fought to keep her smile friendly. Ichigo prayed to every deity he could think of for some kind of escape. He liked being in denial about the feelings these two women had for him. And his feelings for them. It made his job easier.
It also made his life expectancy a higher number.
"Excuse me," a girl who stepped in front of them said. Rukia and Orihime looked up at the newcomer. Ichigo was shocked to see them both glare. Rukia's glare he was familiar with-She could curdle milk. Orihime's glare though, was surprisingly intimidating.
Ichigo looked up at the glare... And felt the urge to both sigh in relief and groan in despair.
While the gigai had apparently given her a... More developed body, and she was wearing a standard high school uniform, there was no mistaking Hinamori Momo, who was blushing.
"H-Hello, Kurosaki-san," she said shyly. "We, um... We were going to meet for that art project, remember?"
Her special, Ichigo realized. He nodded and carefully moved out of his desk and the clutches of Rukia and Orihime.
"Oh, right! Sorry, I kind of forgot..."
"That's okay," Hinamori said with a broad smile. "We have lots of time still to do it!" She nodded politely to Rukia and Orihime. "We'll see you both later." She took Ichigo's hand and led him out of the classroom. Rukia and Orihime watched him go.
"I er... Have to... Check something," Tatsuki said, getting up and heading out after them. Rukia and Orihime looked at eachother, and then their other friends.
Ishida was knitting something, but he looked bemused, as did Chad. Keigo was playing his Gameboy and moaning when he was defeated. The two women looked back at each other, and their eyes narrowed.
"Orihime, I would like to make this clear," Rukia said flatly. "I love Ichigo, and he's going to be mine. And while I do care about you... No hard feelings when I get him, all right?"
"Of course Rukia," Orihime said cheerfully. "I care about you too. And no hard feelings from when I get him too!"
Rukia blinked... And scowled. Orihime smiled serenely.
"Orihime... He's going to be mine."
"I know."
"... So you won't interfere?"
"No..."
"So what do you mean he's going to be yours too?!"
"I always say just what I mean, Rukia," Orihime said.
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Well, I'm rewriting it as best I can now. Still stuck on the next Orihime session (what it will entail), so here's something different that will serve as a prelude to the lemon-version Hinamori Special.
- - - - - - -
"Class, I've got to go take care of something, so please enjoy a study hall session while I'm gone!"
Ichigo's homeroom teacher skipped out, unable to hide the wide smile on her face. Mizuru in the seat behind him stealthily excused himself and went out the other door.
"Bathroom break," he said with a slight smirk.
Ichigo didn't even bother to roll his eyes. Nobody in the class (except Keigo) had any illusions about what their teacher and Mizuru got up to during the frequent "study hall sessions". Ichigo, at first, felt less than impressed with his friend's lecherous pursuits. The guy enjoyed older women in general, and more often than not he went for married ones (who went for him right back).
When he started his... Current profession, he began to have a little more appreciation for Mizuru.
Right now though... Between the stares he'd been getting from Tatsuki, and Orihime and Rukia's behavor...
"Oh, Ichigo, I brought some extra lunch today and I thought you might enjoy some," Orihime told him happily, sliding into the desk next to him with a bright smile. Ichigo coughed and fought down a blush. He could have hot monkey sex with Yoruichi and not flush now, but Orihime smiling at him after what had happened?
Okay, it's all right... You can do this... Just focus on the fact that uh... It's nothing personal.
Crap. Even in his own mind his lies sucked.
"Um, Orihime..."
"Orihime, I actually have to talk to Ichigo concerning some homework we need to be doing," Rukia spoke, sitting in the desk on Ichigo's other side. She reached out her hand to rest on Ichigo's knee. Ichigo stared at her brazenness, but she kept her face perfectly composed... Save for the mild blush on her cheeks.
"Er, Rukia..."
Orihime, however, was not to be daunted, and slid a hand of her own onto his other knee. She kept smiling at Rukia in a friendly way.
"Oh, but I'm sure you can do it right here, and we can do homework after a brief snack break. After all, we're all still growing girls and boys-We need a lot of nourishment!"
Rukia's smile became angry. Her eyebrow twitched. Oh yes, Ichigo knew that look all too well.
"Ichigo has had plenty of nourishment," Rukia stated with a purr. Orihime, blinked, then shrugged innocently.
"He could always use more. So could you?" She offered. Rukia growled. Orihime fought to keep her smile friendly. Ichigo prayed to every deity he could think of for some kind of escape. He liked being in denial about the feelings these two women had for him. And his feelings for them. It made his job easier.
It also made his life expectancy a higher number.
"Excuse me," a girl who stepped in front of them said. Rukia and Orihime looked up at the newcomer. Ichigo was shocked to see them both glare. Rukia's glare he was familiar with-She could curdle milk. Orihime's glare though, was surprisingly intimidating.
Ichigo looked up at the glare... And felt the urge to both sigh in relief and groan in despair.
While the gigai had apparently given her a... More developed body, and she was wearing a standard high school uniform, there was no mistaking Hinamori Momo, who was blushing.
"H-Hello, Kurosaki-san," she said shyly. "We, um... We were going to meet for that art project, remember?"
Her special, Ichigo realized. He nodded and carefully moved out of his desk and the clutches of Rukia and Orihime.
"Oh, right! Sorry, I kind of forgot..."
"That's okay," Hinamori said with a broad smile. "We have lots of time still to do it!" She nodded politely to Rukia and Orihime. "We'll see you both later." She took Ichigo's hand and led him out of the classroom. Rukia and Orihime watched him go.
"I er... Have to... Check something," Tatsuki said, getting up and heading out after them. Rukia and Orihime looked at eachother, and then their other friends.
Ishida was knitting something, but he looked bemused, as did Chad. Keigo was playing his Gameboy and moaning when he was defeated. The two women looked back at each other, and their eyes narrowed.
"Orihime, I would like to make this clear," Rukia said flatly. "I love Ichigo, and he's going to be mine. And while I do care about you... No hard feelings when I get him, all right?"
"Of course Rukia," Orihime said cheerfully. "I care about you too. And no hard feelings from when I get him too!"
Rukia blinked... And scowled. Orihime smiled serenely.
"Orihime... He's going to be mine."
"I know."
"... So you won't interfere?"
"No..."
"So what do you mean he's going to be yours too?!"
"I always say just what I mean, Rukia," Orihime said.
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