1 one-shot: Bleach (Rangiku/Orihime)
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amorphousTitle: The News
Words: circa 1000
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Characters/Pairings: Rangiku/Orihime (mention of Rukia/Ichigo with a cameo from Rukia)
Warnings: femmeslash, spoilers for The Arrancar arc
Prompt: "news/letter" table
Summary: Rukia comes back from the human world with news for Rangiku.
Rangiku heard the news when she was in the Soul Society. Rukia was sitting in chair by the door, leaning back and looking comfortable. She had just come back from one of her patrols in Karakura Town. "Rangiku-san, I think there's something you need to hear," the dark-haired shinigami said solemnly.
"Something from the human world that I need to hear?" Rangiku repeated, her eyebrows rising in interest and confusion. She had pretty much cut all ties with the human world and even from the people she had met from there.
"Well, you met and forged friendships with quite a few people there like Inoue Orihime." Rukia tried to read Rangiku's expression, but she schooled her features they were unreadable. "I think the girl misses you more than you know."
Rangiku tried to block out the memories that came rushing into her head. She didn't want to relive her experience there. It was too much. She had ceased communication with Orihime for a reason. Orihime was a human spiritual power, and Rangiku was a shinigami. They were different. No one was going to make this… whatever they had that is work.
It was impossible. But she still thought of the girl… and what they had shared.
"Don't leave!" Orihime cried, tears were pouring out her dark eyes. Rangiku wanted to reach out and take the girl in her arms and comfort her. But she couldn't. It would be fair to Orihime. The girl needed a clean break. She needed a proper goodbye.
"I have to go back home," Rangiku explained again, dropping her eyes. The girl's large breasts were heaving as she cried softly. Rangiku could remember their heavy feeling in her hands when she held her. She could almost feel the texture of her nipples as they hardened beneath Rangiku's fingertips as they ached for her touch, her mouth. "I don't belong here."
"But you belong with me!" Orihime argued sincerely. She didn't seem to notice that the older woman's eyes were training in her breast. It was something she was used to, or perhaps just something she liked when it came to Rangiku.
Rangiku shook her head. "Orihime, I don't. I'm not from here. You are. We are too different to 'belong' with each other."
"That's not true!" the girl actually yelled, unable to hold back anymore. She ran to Rangiku, throwing her arms around her. "Please, don't leave me too."
Immediately, Rangiku realized that she was referring to her brother. She knew that Orihime missed her brother, and wore her hairpins in memory of him. But she couldn't see how she could be compared to Sora. Sora was her brother, her caregiver. She was merely the woman who had coerced her into bed and taught her the ways of women.
"I'm not leaving you per say," Rangiku said slowly, wanting to comfort the girl. Being in Orihime's arms was nice. No, it was more than nice. It was perfect. Her breasts were soft and warm and crushing against Rangiku's. The older woman's body cried out for the girl's touch, for her mouth, for her warmth, and for her attention, but Rangiku refused to give in. She was an adult. She had self-control. She knew this decision was right. "My world waits for me, Orihime. You belong here. I belong in the Soul Society. My shinigami duties are calling me, too. My friends, my comrades, my… life."
Rangiku didn't want to say the truth. She didn't want Orihime to know that she had become Rangiku's life. She knew, in her heart, she'd never forget the girl. She'd never want to, but she had to go. She had to let Orihime live her life. Orihime was now awakened to her true feelings. She had a chance at happiness only if Rangiku left her now. But she didn't want to break the girl's heart.
It was inevitable. A goodbye would break both their hearts.
"I have to go," Rangiku whispered as she pulled away and turned around. Her own eyes were filling up with shameful tears. She didn't want Orihime to see how much she was hurting, too. It would only make matters worse. Orihime was such a giving person. She would want to comfort Rangiku, which was impossible. Rangiku would find comfort in the familiar setting of the Soul Society and immersing herself in training. "Goodbye, Orihime-chan."
Rangiku closed her eyes, pushing away the memory. It was so ironic that the memory she would first recall would be their goodbye. She knew she had broken Orihime's heart. Forgetting that day was impossible, but she didn't want to forget the feel of the girl in her arms, the feel of the girl's mouth on hers, and the texture and heaviness of her breast. She didn't want to forget that girl.
"Orihime mentioned you," Rukia told her. She was gauging her response, but Rangiku kept her face expressionless. "She wanted to know how you were."
"What did you tell her?" the strawberry blond inquired gently.
"I told the truth. I told her you weren't the same anymore. You were lonely. Working so hard that I feel you were only doing it to escape something."
Rangiku looked at Rukia, her mouth gaping. "What?"
Rukia smiled knowingly. "Oh, I'm lying. I told her that you were fine. But you know, seeing your reaction, I wish I would have told her the other. The truth I mean. You miss her, don't you?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Rangiku said, turning away so Rukia wouldn't detect the lie.
"Speaking from… experience with Ichigo—" Rukia started, but the other shinigami cut her off.
"Ichigo-kun is a shinigami, too."
"Who livings in the human world. Who's home is the human world," Rukia added her tone serious and slightly annoyed. "You know, speaking from my experience with Ichigo, it can work. Just make it."
With that Rukia left Rangiku alone. The news that Orihime still thought of her and missed left the shinigami with a lot to think about and left her feeling lonelier than she had since coming back to the Soul Society. Rangiku still remember the feel of Orihime's lips pressed against hers in one of their many deep kisses. The memory was never going to disappear.
Words: circa 1000
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Characters/Pairings: Rangiku/Orihime (mention of Rukia/Ichigo with a cameo from Rukia)
Warnings: femmeslash, spoilers for The Arrancar arc
Prompt: "news/letter" table
Summary: Rukia comes back from the human world with news for Rangiku.
Rangiku heard the news when she was in the Soul Society. Rukia was sitting in chair by the door, leaning back and looking comfortable. She had just come back from one of her patrols in Karakura Town. "Rangiku-san, I think there's something you need to hear," the dark-haired shinigami said solemnly.
"Something from the human world that I need to hear?" Rangiku repeated, her eyebrows rising in interest and confusion. She had pretty much cut all ties with the human world and even from the people she had met from there.
"Well, you met and forged friendships with quite a few people there like Inoue Orihime." Rukia tried to read Rangiku's expression, but she schooled her features they were unreadable. "I think the girl misses you more than you know."
Rangiku tried to block out the memories that came rushing into her head. She didn't want to relive her experience there. It was too much. She had ceased communication with Orihime for a reason. Orihime was a human spiritual power, and Rangiku was a shinigami. They were different. No one was going to make this… whatever they had that is work.
It was impossible. But she still thought of the girl… and what they had shared.
"Don't leave!" Orihime cried, tears were pouring out her dark eyes. Rangiku wanted to reach out and take the girl in her arms and comfort her. But she couldn't. It would be fair to Orihime. The girl needed a clean break. She needed a proper goodbye.
"I have to go back home," Rangiku explained again, dropping her eyes. The girl's large breasts were heaving as she cried softly. Rangiku could remember their heavy feeling in her hands when she held her. She could almost feel the texture of her nipples as they hardened beneath Rangiku's fingertips as they ached for her touch, her mouth. "I don't belong here."
"But you belong with me!" Orihime argued sincerely. She didn't seem to notice that the older woman's eyes were training in her breast. It was something she was used to, or perhaps just something she liked when it came to Rangiku.
Rangiku shook her head. "Orihime, I don't. I'm not from here. You are. We are too different to 'belong' with each other."
"That's not true!" the girl actually yelled, unable to hold back anymore. She ran to Rangiku, throwing her arms around her. "Please, don't leave me too."
Immediately, Rangiku realized that she was referring to her brother. She knew that Orihime missed her brother, and wore her hairpins in memory of him. But she couldn't see how she could be compared to Sora. Sora was her brother, her caregiver. She was merely the woman who had coerced her into bed and taught her the ways of women.
"I'm not leaving you per say," Rangiku said slowly, wanting to comfort the girl. Being in Orihime's arms was nice. No, it was more than nice. It was perfect. Her breasts were soft and warm and crushing against Rangiku's. The older woman's body cried out for the girl's touch, for her mouth, for her warmth, and for her attention, but Rangiku refused to give in. She was an adult. She had self-control. She knew this decision was right. "My world waits for me, Orihime. You belong here. I belong in the Soul Society. My shinigami duties are calling me, too. My friends, my comrades, my… life."
Rangiku didn't want to say the truth. She didn't want Orihime to know that she had become Rangiku's life. She knew, in her heart, she'd never forget the girl. She'd never want to, but she had to go. She had to let Orihime live her life. Orihime was now awakened to her true feelings. She had a chance at happiness only if Rangiku left her now. But she didn't want to break the girl's heart.
It was inevitable. A goodbye would break both their hearts.
"I have to go," Rangiku whispered as she pulled away and turned around. Her own eyes were filling up with shameful tears. She didn't want Orihime to see how much she was hurting, too. It would only make matters worse. Orihime was such a giving person. She would want to comfort Rangiku, which was impossible. Rangiku would find comfort in the familiar setting of the Soul Society and immersing herself in training. "Goodbye, Orihime-chan."
Rangiku closed her eyes, pushing away the memory. It was so ironic that the memory she would first recall would be their goodbye. She knew she had broken Orihime's heart. Forgetting that day was impossible, but she didn't want to forget the feel of the girl in her arms, the feel of the girl's mouth on hers, and the texture and heaviness of her breast. She didn't want to forget that girl.
"Orihime mentioned you," Rukia told her. She was gauging her response, but Rangiku kept her face expressionless. "She wanted to know how you were."
"What did you tell her?" the strawberry blond inquired gently.
"I told the truth. I told her you weren't the same anymore. You were lonely. Working so hard that I feel you were only doing it to escape something."
Rangiku looked at Rukia, her mouth gaping. "What?"
Rukia smiled knowingly. "Oh, I'm lying. I told her that you were fine. But you know, seeing your reaction, I wish I would have told her the other. The truth I mean. You miss her, don't you?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Rangiku said, turning away so Rukia wouldn't detect the lie.
"Speaking from… experience with Ichigo—" Rukia started, but the other shinigami cut her off.
"Ichigo-kun is a shinigami, too."
"Who livings in the human world. Who's home is the human world," Rukia added her tone serious and slightly annoyed. "You know, speaking from my experience with Ichigo, it can work. Just make it."
With that Rukia left Rangiku alone. The news that Orihime still thought of her and missed left the shinigami with a lot to think about and left her feeling lonelier than she had since coming back to the Soul Society. Rangiku still remember the feel of Orihime's lips pressed against hers in one of their many deep kisses. The memory was never going to disappear.
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Date: 2008-05-23 09:42 am (UTC)Unlike her, Orihime will grow older...
Poor angsty Ranchan |xxxxxx
Nice piece of writing, anyway^^