IC: Karakura CI // A Bleach Game

Karakura CI / / A Bleach Game

OOC: This is just an opener with a bit of information on where the thread is headed. We’ll get some hollows and get into a storyline. I want to establish some relationships first. This is Literotica so yes this will be full of adventure violence and lots of mind-blowing sex! Yay

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IC: Karakura CI / / A Bleach Game

Yoruichi tilted her head, a tooth grin spread across her lips as she starred down the barrel of her gun. The automatic gasp of fear from her alarmed class made laugh harshly and pushed back the trigger, water sprouted out onto her desk and she dropped the flimsy thing. “Water gun class, water gun.”

She sat at her desk, crossing one slim leg, barely contained by her risqué, short black skirt and cradled her head with her hands. “See it’s very easy now to disguise guns. Toys look far too real. I want you all to make me a model of a toy gun with the supplies I’ve provided you with. Write me a three page essay on the usage and many faces of pistols today.” She ignored the annoyed moans as one by one they removed from their previous huddle.

This was certainly a change of pace for her. As it was for most from Soul Society. Her story was different she wasn’t here on assignment. Although she kept a close ear to it. There had been an irregular number of Hollows in the area. Not surprisingly. After all that had been going on this was certainly not out of the ordinary. A handful of Shinigami were scattered across Karakura and many of them were at this school.

She experienced multiple deja vu walking the halls, going through the motions and speaking to people, she hadn’t seen in over a hundred years. It had it’s pros and cons…she was still searching for more pros. What was even more awkward she having them for students. Too easily, they were slipping into the ordinary lives of a human being. Okay…they still had issues with such things as clothing, breaking out into random fights and cafeteria food, but they were adjusting. And Yoruichi didn’t mind rubbing her status in their face. They had to obey the teacher didn’t they? And she used that to put a few certain snobbish Shinigami in their places.

It was lunchtime. You could always tell when the time was fast approaching. Her students’ eyes would watch the clock willing it to move forward. Fingers sprawled over their growling stomach hoping to numb the hunger pain. She didn’t find it so amusing as her own stomach would normally join in with them. She had an appetite an insane one. And she didn’t mind pushing a few kids outta of her way in order to get her hunger satisfied.

Finding a quiet bench underneath the shade of some leafy green trees. Yoruichi sat her tray of goodies onto her lap and took a quick glance around. She had let her class out a few minutes early. She could sense something was going on, there was a presence in the air that didn’t feel right. A hollow. She wasn’t going to act until she heard from the others. She wanted to know what they were doing and how they intended to handle things before she intruded.

Yoruichi peeled the skin from a banana as she pondered to herself silently. She had spent so long away from a fight. She missed the thrill thoroughly. It was all coming back to her know…how pleasurable. Taking a small bit from the head, she watched the kids gather around the school, getting into their groups, teachers taking a smoke. It was too damn peaceful. She actually welcomed this hollow. She was a bit rusty, but not so much she couldn’t sense it’s presence. A wicked smile curled her lips…

Renji's eyes went wide at the sight of the gun leveling infront him, dammit how he hated sitting on the first row, he was always sitting in the back but today in was in late. "Pfft, it wasn't even his fault, that damn Ichigo, always the cocky little brat". Ichigo and Renji had once again clashed on the way to school over something totally irrelevant and when they had finally finished and made their way to school all the good spots in the back was taking, forcing the two combatants to sit up infront. Ichigo was going to pay for this.

Yoruichi's laugh brought Renji back to the present just in time for him to see her slim finger pull the trigger. He only had little time to protest before a spray of water slammed into his face and open mouth, sending him falling backwards off his chair, hitting the ground with a dull thud. After a moment of recovering he flew back up and nearly threw himself at Yoruichi in revenge but suddenly remembered where he was. He grumbled and looked up at her with a disgruntled look for the cheap trick she had just played on him and the others.

Renji spent the rest of the lesson starring at Yoruichi with his disgruntled eyes, she took way too much pleasure in teasing them like this. Had it not been for all the students he would pounce her and make her regret her actions.

Before his mind could conjure up anymore thought on the subject Yoruichi let them out for lunch. Rushing out into the courtyard with the other students Renji looked around, at least the sun was shining and he would soon dry up. He shuddered slightly as the clothes began clinging to his body, ugh he hated these clothes. He hadn't had a chance to hear his Shinigami robe for quite some time now and he longed to get out of these stupid shirts. Like the rest of the Shinigami and Yoruichi aswell he had been sent here to help keep an eye on the unusual activity, so far there had not been much of unusual activity though, far too little in his oppinion.

He glanced around and found Yoruichi sitting over by a tree all on her own. The teachers usually gathered up somewhere away from the students but Yoruichi seemed to be all alone. He casually wondered over to her with his hands in his pockets approaching her from behind

"Hey hey Yoruichi-san, what are you doing all over here by yourself?" Before she had a chance to answer he dropped down next to her and look at her with a more serious face "you felt it too didn't you?" He casually reached over a grabbed a piece of fruit from her collection, didn't really think further about it, they were all freeloaders in this world and seeing as she knew him what harm could it be.

>>>>>> Inoue

“Youuuuuuuuuriiiiiiiiiiichiiiiiiiiii-Saaaaan!” Orihime Inoue burst out from the school’s back doors crossing it’s yard her arms wide open ready to embrace one of her beloved teachers. She had spent a few days away from school she had come down with some sort of stomach virus. She had eaten some silly arrangement of food and paid the price thoroughly for the last few days. But she was back and as chipper as ever.

She embraced her lovely dark-skinned teacher, squeezing her massive breasts into Yoruichi’s food stuffed face. Ah, it had felt like years being cooped up at home. She hated everyone worrying about her and she hated boredom even more. Being sick made her feel weak and that…

Orihime sighed, releasing Yoruichi and kicking a small pebble with the tip of her tennis shoes. Eyes focused on the ground and Renji’s feet. …Renji? “Oh! Hi Renji!” Orihime was slightly taken aback by the redhead’s appearance. She hadn’t noticed him there. Waving furiously she apologized, bowed and focused on the floor again, her arm clasped behind her back protruding her chest further.

“Have you felt them too Yoruichi-san?” She didn’t need to give further detail, they both knew very well what she had meant.

Did he just? Did he just touch her food? Fruit at that! Yoruichi snatched Renji’s hand and picked up her chopsticks, pinching the back of his hand hard. She was thinking about giving him a good whack on the ass but that would A) Get her fired B) Get her arrested for sex with a minor. Because it most certainly would lead, there with the way she’d been feeling lately. Lack of sex did bad things to her. Despite the fact that he really was no minor, that damn faux body of his said otherwise. Plus it would just be in poor taste on her part no?

Yoruichi looked forward when Renji became tense. Yeah, she was sure all the Shinigami’s had caught wind of this. It didn’t take much for an experienced shinigami, even a not so experienced shinigami to sense trouble. She didn’t like it. It set her teeth on edge. If this was just a hollow, there were many of them. Yoruichi opened her mouth to speak but as she did, she was covered in cloth, flesh…Orihime?!

Struggling to breathe and to keep her tray from toppling over on the floor. Yoruichi felt the very breath slip out of her. All she felt was softness and a grip that was too strong for a girl Orhime’s size. Goddess?! What was she eating? When she finally released her from the iron grip, Yoruichi coughed trying to catch her breath. The scene had caused some attention…mostly from males. It wouldn’t be safe to further discuss anything here and now.

Closing her eyes she sighed. “Well talk about this after classes.”

"That hurts, that hurts, that hurts!" he yelped out in quick succesion as her chopsticks closed around his skin causing him to yank his hand back. "You have all that fruit, at least you could share. I havn't had anything proper to eat since this morning at Uruhara's, this school food is uneatable". Letting his hand rub over the sore spot he looked up with with a disapointed expression as his lunch ended up back in Yoruichi's box.

Suddenly there was a flash of colors and a gush of wind making Renji freeze with a raize brow. It was Orihime tackling the sitting Yoruichi in a tight enbrace, he just sat there watching the two somewhat comical looking figures as one struggled to breathe and the other to maintain the grip.

Never letting his raised brow fall even the sligtest he greated Orihime as she noticed him "Good day Orihime" he looked down at the smothered Yoruichi "Everything okay down there?" A slight smirk emerged and he looked down at her thinking "that was actually quite a nice tackle"

OOC: Would have made this longer but I'm in a rush. Be back on later!

IC:

Yoruichi adjusted her blouse, while Inoue’s enthusiasm was encouraged. She had almost suffocated Yoruichi with those…things. She’d ignore Renji’s little rant for the time being. She hadn’t spot any shinigami since she’d come outside. It appeared as though they were the only ones outside. They could have been in the cafeteria. It was just too nice of a day to pass up.

Tossing a chocolate bar at Renji, he seemed hungry and in all honesty, he hadn’t had much to eat last night. Jinta saw too that. That little boy could be such a pain sometimes and personally, she wouldn’t have it any other way. Although the usage of the word “freeloader” was really getting to her.

“Are you hurt?” Yoruichi held a bowl of rice and her chopsticks, chewing her rice thoroughly. Her question was directed at Renji. “that spill you took in class was priceless.”

Renji's stomach growled just as he looked up and catched the chocolate bar with one hand, quickly unwrapping it and gulping it down in a few large bites calming his growling stomach some. He looked around for a trashcan for a few moments, finally spotting one over by the school building, with a heavy sigh and forgot about the trashcan and settled for his pocket, stuffing the chocolate bar paper down out of sight.

Muttering slightly he looked up at Yoruichi "Am i hurt... You did that on purpose! Don't think i didn't notice that!" looking over his shoulder he mumbled something inaudible about Youruichi being a punk before turning his head back to face her "But no... i'm fine, just a slight bump on the head and at least i got something in return" he said grinning and patted his stomach hinting at the chocolate bar.

Shifting his look to Orihime he wondered if she wasn't hungry seeing as she didn't have her lunch box out as Yoruichi "Something wrong Inoue?"

--- bumped for ya D

Kino Ardala sat quietly in the parking lot of one of the local schools in a convertible tuner, waiting for his little sister to get out of class. He was supposed to give her a ride to her part time job before he went to the Starscream, a local nightclub for those in their twenties and thirties. Most of the patrons were high school seniors and college kids, but he didn't mind. To him it was all about the music. Though he would have gotten his choice of most of the gals, he just wasn't interested in any of them. None of the girls he'd met so far had had the same passion about music, or the tolerance for his perfectionism or collection of swords. And of course, the collection wasn't just for show. He was skilled with most of them, though there were a few that still escaped his grasp. He just attributed that to not having practiced enough yet. As he sat there in the car, he saw a small group of what looked like students clustered around a bench outside. He raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. He started to turn his attention to something else, when he saw a young woman with a reddish tint to her hair. She was rather gorgeous, he thought, but he figured she was a student. At his age, that meant he'd better steer clear. Still, he watched her intently.

>>>> Inoue

Inoue blinked at the conversation going on between the two. She didn’t know the story behind but whatever it was Yoruichi-san had upset Renji somehow. Why was it that whenever she found the two they were arguing? She knew they didn’t hate each other though so it was okay. It was playful hatred. Yoruichi seemed to enjoy teasing just about everyone anyway; maybe that’s why she liked her so much. She so unlike other teachers here. It would be a shame when she left. Somehow, she knew this job wasn’t permanent, the same went for all the other shinigami that were here.

A cool breeze blew across the yard, automatically her nipples puckered to life. Ignoring that, she tucked a strand of orange hair behind her ear and looked around for any sign of familiar faces…mostly Ichigo’s. She spotted someone out by the parking lot. It wasn’t anyone she knew but the person’s eyes were piercing her own. She shivered slightly and an uncomfortable feeling swelled in her belly. Crossing her arms protectively around herself, she looked right back at him. She didn’t like being watched like that…she wanted the ground to break out underneath her and swallow her whole.

How is he?

Kino watched the young redhead for several moments, until her eyes met his. She seemed to search his eyes for long moments, almost seeming uncomfortable. He realized she'd spotted him, and looked away, turning his attention to his car stereo. He sat there, thinking calmly. He still saw no sign of his sister, and that worried him a little. Still, all he could do is wait. Too bad he didn't have company, he thought. Someone to talk to would have been nice. His mind automatically filled in the 'especially that redhead' that he was trying to push out of his thoughts.

Joyce carried her lunch in an ordinary brown paper bag, outside and sat down underneith a tree so she could be alone, at least from the living. As she sat down she heard the familier voice of the spirit of her father.

"Aw brown bagging your lunch again? Why aren't in you the caffiteria with the others."

"And feel the embessesment of having no where to sit cause no one wants to sit with the new kid. It's hard enough making new friends, but making new friends in a new country thats almost impossible."

"Oh buck up sweetie, it takes time to get to know people. Looks like you're not the only one who decided to enjoy their meal in the nice fresh air. Why don't you go over and introduce yourself?"

Mr. Trinton points over to where Orihime, Renji and Yoruichi were sitting.

"Well I don't know, Miss Shihouin seems to have an odd method of teaching, in fact she pulled out a water gun and squirted the kid with bright red hair over there in the face. Then she said something about making our own, kind of hard to understand her yet, still haven't mastered Japanese yet."

"Now see you can go over and ask her more about the assignment.

Then all of a sudden Joyces hands started to glow signaling presence of a hollow. Gasping at the sight of this Joyce starts to worry.

"No not here, not now."

"Now don't worry, I'll go have a look around and tell you where exactly the beast is but for now, finish you lunch, you'll need your strength."

Mr. Trinton takes off inserach of the hallow leaving Joyce to worry about it and hoping no she is far enough from the group that they don't notice her hands.

“Bang, Bang!”

Ichigo dropped to the floor, rolling around in the soft grass, holding his sides. The look on Renji’s face back in that classroom was priceless and when he fell backwards on his ass, it had been too much. Ichigo practically broke a rib trying to contain his laughter. Normally he wouldn’t have given a damn and he would have laughed, smirked and mocked the annoying bastard. But he and Yoruichi were on thin ice, she had threatened him once before about his rivalry with Renji in her class and when she threatened you took notice.

Not only that but she had threatened to give him a reenactment of her revealing herself as not just human but not male. All woman. All jiggly, soft and curyy woman. Curse her!

Picking himself up off the flow, Ichigo’s thick eyebrows furrowed together. Almost everyone was here. Inoue was starring off into space – not surprising. Yoruichi was licking her lips clean of a meal and Renji was probably plotting his death. Dusting off his uniform his dark eyes darted from one person to the other.

“What?” He asked, raising a curious brow.

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note: It's short. It's crap. And I know. I got called in to work a surprise shift...again. So I didn't have time to make a better entrance. I'll make up for it.

Yoruichi

“What?”

Yoruichi frowned. “What do you mean what?” He couldn’t possibly not sense it. Even Inoue had managed too, though she still looked off into space, or the space that occupied a certain unknown young man. Seriously, if looks could kill…

Yoruichi glanced up at Ichigo her golden eyes narrowed. She was about to go into teacher mode and scold the boy. “The fluctuations in spirit particles? A hollow Ichigo. I’d be more prepared if I were you.” Yoruichi treated the orange-haired troublemaker with a razor-sharp smile.

“I was telling the others that we should meet at Urahara’s shop later today. We’ll be able to discuss things better there. Perhaps with the other Shinigami.”

Harumi

God! If there was a more boring person in existence. It was Mr. Kukkarin. No one could ever make her favorite subject so boring but him. History was supposed to be exciting. Full of events that molded and changed the world as we know it. Instead, the man’s depressing voice droned on and on…and on. She was finally free, for lunch anyway. Her bro was supposed to pick her up and she knew she wasn’t going to hear the end of it. No matter she’d shove her foot down his throat if he complained. She had a life and it didn’t revolve around his schedule. Even if he had the car. Temporarily. She had a bit of a…accident with her own and was banned from driving for two months.

She itched in this bloody uniform. The skirts were far too long, the shirts far too lose. At least she had freedom over her hair. The red and black spikes were a severe no no. So her hair was just died red with random streaks. She held it back in a two ponytails today with skull and bones earrings dangling from her ears. Her full lips were painted black as were her finger and toenails. And her eyes were circled in thick black eyeliner a striking contrast to her hazel (contacts) eyes.

She walked gingerly toward the parking lot, hearing music blasting a few kids breakdancing at the school exit. Yup, he was here.

“Hey meathead! I’m here!” She called out, running over to his car.

Kino blinked, hearing the unmistakable voice of his sister. He shook his head, then sighed. "You're late, twerp." He turned to look back towards the hot redhead, and watched her for a few moments. Then he turned to look at his sister, seeing her gaze following his. He shook his head again. "What? What are you looking at? Get in the car." He stretched, and turned on the stereo to his type of music. "Did you pass out those flyers to the seniors and younger teachers?"

Harumi

Kino was a transparent little motherfucker. If he was trying to go unnoticed it wasn’t working. His eyes were glued to the busty Orihime. The girl gained a lot of attention but she wouldn’t know it. Her head was too busy in the clouds and on Ichigo. Something else besides her brother’s lust that was terribly painful. “You’re such a pervert. You know you could get kicked outta here just for that!” She whacked him over the back of his head with her hand and folded her arms.

“Besides she’s waaaay out of league. I think she prefers good-looking guys. And yeah I passed them out.” She had to admit, he drew a good crowd. Even the music his car blasted had gained approval. The breakers she passed were proof of that.

Kino glared at her, then shook his head. "Get in the car, little girl, or I'll leave you here." He pulled on his seatbelt and adjusted his seat. "Besides, there's nothing wrong with looking. And it's not like she's a freshman, right? Besides, I saw the way you were looking at that guy the other day." He started the engine, adjusting his stereo again, and smiled teasingly. "Get in the car. I have to be at the club in an hour, so we have to hurry."

Harumi

Harumi’s pale face turned a deep scarlet. She clenched her fists and arched her back. “I wasn’t looking at any guy you lying son of a bitch!” She hissed out a few more nasty words before straightening her back out. The nerve of that guy…if he wasn’t family she’d be dancing on his grave.

“Yeah yeah, a few teachers said they’d go. Well only one that teacher that doesn’t like being called a teacher. Um…Yorucichi I think that’s her name. Heeey. She knows Miss Boobalicious. Maybe she will bring her along. See wet dreams really do come true!”

Kino glared at her, then sighed. "You're impossible, you know that right? Get in the car. You have work to do, right?" He waited for her to get in the car and fasten her seatbelt, then put the car in gear, and headed out of the parking lot. The trip to her workplace took about ten minutes, which were silent, thankfully. When he pulled up to her workplace, he let the car idle. "Dad's going to pick you up from work. I'll be at the club most of the night. Try to stay out of trouble?"

Harumi

“I always do.” Harumi replied, resting her head against his car window. She didn’t look for trouble, they were just attached at the hip. She was dreading work. She would have rather watch her brother try to contain and not scare off Orihime with the tent in his pants. That was going to be so brutal. She could always get someone to fill in for her and check things out. She entitled to a little fun.

"You know what? I think I may just have to drop on by the club. You know...give you some support!"

Kino raised an eyebrow. "Support? What's that supposed to mean?" He shrugged, then looked at his watch. "If you're going to go to the club with me, you'd better hurry. I have to stop by the mall to pick up some new CDs for mixing." He still didn't understand what she was talking about, but he figured that was probably a good thing. He leaned back in his seat, and his mind drifted over the look in the girl's eyes. He smiled, then shook his head as he remembered what his sister had called the girl. 'Miss Boobalicious.'

Renji's rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh as Ichigo approached them befory grunting out "First you make me late for "class" and now you can't even sense a simple hollow? You're still the cocky brat you've always been!"

Deep down Renji held a deep respect for Ichigo for the way he so quickly had manage to reach so high a level of power and the honest truth was that in an all out fight with Ichigo he'd probably lose, Ichigo's reiatsu was insane. The kid still wasn't able to hide it very well, if he could hide it at all, it just leaked out from him.

This respect wasn't shown unless in combat however, Renji was hot tempered, always had and always will be, and Ichigo and him just always got on each others nerves. Youruichi was infact the only thing that kept them from a constant fight, and seeing as Renji was becoming more and more fond of her company he didn't want to act up too much, sometimes Ichigo just became too much for him to ignore though and well... honestly sometimes he started the fights aswell.

Looking back up at Ichigo he couldn't help it "If you don't sharpen those senses of yours you'll end up being ambushed by some lowlife hollow and killed before you can even get out of that body of yours" He shifted at the word body remembering his own faux body, gah he hated these things.

Inoue - Ms New Boobie

When the mysterious person left, after the assault from whom Orihime guessed was either a furious girlfriend or a furious sibling she reached into her blouse and pulled out a folded piece of paper. She unfolded the flyer and waved it in front of her friend’s faces.

“I think we should go!” She was prepared to hear outstanding NOs and exaggerated excuses but she knew they had nothing planned. Ichigo would go home do homework, eat and sleep. Renji…well she supposed he would just eat. According to him, he had to sneak around Tessai to get food now. She always offered him to join her for dinner but he declined. He was just shy she figured.

“It would give us a reason to…to…relax. I think we all deserve it. Yoruichi-san. I know you want to go! Tell them they have to go or…or…” She wasn’t sure how to finish her sentence. What threat could she use that would lure the two into the dance club. She just really wanted to go, release some tension and enjoy themselves!

Ichigo

Was that guy for real? Who the fuck just stands there starring at chicks. He resembled a pedophile rather than a player. Maybe pimp? Whoever he was he’d gained Orihime’s attention. And that rubbed him the wrong way. It wasn’t jealousy. Not the lovely dovey kind. He was more concerned than anything else. It just seemed…weird. It wasn’u until a girl that Ichigo immediately recognized as Harumi, she was a grade down from them that he realized the guy was her brother. Wasn’t he the owner or worked at the club, Orihime just advertised?

Hmm…maybe they should go. Ichigo hadn’t had a good fight in a few days and knocking that dudes teeth out would be quench his boredom.

Sure, the guy could be nice. Or he could be playing nice. He was sure Orihime would fall head over heels for whatever lines the guy decided to pull. She was like that, very trusting to the point where it was just pathetic. Meh. They just had to keep an eye on her and make sure no mistakes would be made.

That and that only was the only reason he was doing this. He didn’t dance. Period!

Ichigo stretched his limbs, bringing his hands behind his head, his elbows up. “Yeah…yeah…we’ll be there. You goin Renji? Loved to see you tearin’ up the dance floor.” Ichigo burst into a fit of laughter that was hushed by Renji’s earlier criticism. He’d been so consumed in playing

WHOSETHEWEIRDGUYBURNINGAHOLETHROUGHORIHIMESFLESH

That Renji’s insulting words hadn’t sunk in. “Worry about your own ass you little shit!” Ichigo rested his hands on his lap. Of course, he sensed it. He had been for days. He was just biding his time until something happened. For some reason he could sense the hollows but none of them were making any appearances. That disturbed him a little but he didn’t want to dwell on it. Not yet.