《Rebellious》

Chapter 2: 《Trapped》

**IYOOOO! CHAPTER 2 TO THE <<Rebellious>> STORY IS HERE!~~~♡♡♡♡ PLEASE ENJOY AND THE RATING FOR THIS IS PG 13 :P. Sorry no steamy stuffs right now!**

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Short Description: Ichigo has just been left a warning after Inoue having been attacked by his inner hollow. Inoue has many decisions to make and only hopes she approaches this correctly. She has the choice to confront "him" once more, will she overcome her fears?

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Orihime laid dazed in her bed, the restraints having been removed due to the Hollow wondering if she had the strength to even set foot off the bed. Just how strong was this girl that she gave Ichigo the strength to always send Hichigo away with practically his tail between his legs?

"That"ll teach the pathetic weak girl..." He sneered as he sat along the side of the rooftop, his eyes watching King approaching the apartment his Queen was settled in. "Don't fail me now, Woman."

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Orihime crawled out of bed and called for her pixie like companion to heal her bruising as much as humanly possibly with the short amount of time she had before Ichigo arrived. She watched the clock nervously, frantically rushing as much as her buckling knees like this of a new born feet would carry her. She tore the bed sheets off and quickly shoved them into the laundry room, the vibrator that had been left on the floor was carefully stored away and the restraints were trashed carefully so that they wouldn't be spotted by Ichigo's keen eye.

The traumatized female quickly pulled up her hair and jumped in the shower to wash away the evidence that indicated any type of sexual harassment that had just occurred. Once she finished, she wiped down her gentle skin with a bright yellow towel, slowly dragging it across every single curve of her body, staring at every bruise or marking left on her delicate body. She began to use whatever makeup she could conjure up from her slightly trashed studio to hide the bruising around her neck, arms and legs. Her hand moved with finesse, agility not being something hindering her ability to precisely conceal the marks left to her body. With this, she dresses how she would normally dress: a long, flowing skirt with a well-fitted blouse decorated with sewn on flowers just above the breasts.

She drew up a convincing smile when she heard the doorbell ring, one important question running through her mind: "Should I tell Kurosaki-kun?"

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Ichigo had felt something odd going on with his inner consciousness the entire boring day, almost as if something had gone missing. "If only you knew what was truly the matter, King!~" The Hollow chuckled as he watched the confused and clueless shinigami ring the door bell, seeing that the woman had made her choice in trying to dismiss the torture he just put her through.

"You can try to hide it, it will only make my game that much more special!~ Once King finds out, it'll be music to my ears!" He cooed eagerly, however, the patience the Hollow had was inexplicable.

Ichigo gave Orihime an eager grin and Orihime genuinely returned it seeing he was unharmed. "I brought cake! I-I hope you're okay with that." He averted his gaze as he shyly rubbed behind his neck.

"O-Oh! You didn't have to, but I'm hungry just thinking about it!~" She cooed, holding her arm before opening the door, quickly taking a glance around to try to search for the bastard hollow. "Come in!" She chirped, making sure she locked the door behind him.

"I'll grab some plates. Would you like anything to drink Kurosaki-kun?" Inoue asked politely, urging herself not to breakdown in from of the man she loved, the one she could love in every single lifetime she had or would have undoubtedly loved without a second thought.

"A water would be nice, but I can grab it. Don't worry!" He assured her, his voice seeming warm and safe unlike the Hollow he had. How could those two be one in the same? Ichigo got up and walked over to the fridge while Inoue went to the cupboard to grab the glass chinaware she had saved from her childhood.

"So how was your day Kurosaki-kun? Anything new or interesting happen? ^^" She asked hoping that at the very least his day was better than hers.

"Not really..." He began, the next line leaving his lips sending chills through Inoue's fragile frame, "But I can help feeling I'm missing something within me." His expression turned serious as she dropped the treasured glass plates, Ichigo quickly placing the water bottles down and heading over to help her. "Inoue-san, are you alright? Is something wrong?" He could have sworn her features were completely wrapped up in terror right now, her frame tremble for the slightest moment. "Inoue-san?"

"Huh? Oh my goodness! I'll clean it up." She stuttered before getting on her knees and picking up the glass carefully, tossing it into the trash next to her. "I'm so clumsy! Gomene Kurosaki-kun." She tried to explain as her heart raced from fear he would find out and more importantly that she was breaking down. She had to be strong. For Ichigo.

A tear slipped through the cracks and fell down her cheek, Inoue quickly catching it and wiping her face making it seem as if she had wiped away sweat instead.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Hai ^^ My hand just slipped! I'm sorry if I startled you Kurosaki-kun..."

"No worries. You aren't hurt, are you?" He reached for her delicate hand and she quickly pulled away from it. He watched her, slightly amazed at her swift reflex to his touch. She hadn't done that before...

"I-I'm okay! I promise ^^ Please do not worry about me." Inoue had begun to feel trapped within her own home. The memories pouring in. The Hollow's menacing smirk ingrained in her memory as she had desperately wanted to cower in fear. Suddenly her thoughts had been broken when a warm hand wiped away another sneaky tear from her face. Her frightened gaze was met by soft and worried eyes, Ichigo caressing her cheek as she pulled her into a firm and tender embrace.

"Inoue. I don't want you to fear anything. I will protect you... I will slay any demon that dares try to hurt you. I will push away your nightmares and be your shoulder to cry on... But in order for me to be your hero, you have to tell me what's wrong." He tightened his strong arms around her slender frame, her head tucked away underneath his cheek right at the crook of his neck. "Don't try to be strong by yourself. We're a team. Depend on me just like I depend on you, Inoue-san."

Inoue's eyes pooled with tears and soon the flood gates were released as she gripped Ichigo's shirt, her face burried into his chest as she drew up the courage to explain the incident from earlier that evening.

"He is free." She cried desperately as she trembled in Ichigo's arms.

"Who, Orihime?"

"Hichigo."

<<To Be Continued>>

((I know ish short, but I like building the story this way ;3 People just wonder what will happen next and it's lol mental torture X3 Tis why I admin a Hichigo page, too😘😘💖!~))