I Continue To Disgust Myself

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As I go back and look at these I really start to wonder how the hell the mother fic even got as many views and votes as it did. This is honestly terribly old. Like two years+ old. The moldy cheese old. The kind of old that you really didn't remember existing.

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Ichigo lay quietly on Orihime's bed as she slept. He felt uneasy at the moments peace due to its rarity as of late. The night's weather did little to help. While Orihime slept soundly in the presence of her lover, Ichigo was on high alert having sensed a disturbance in the Garganta Rift. He could feel it faltering on the brink of collapse. Most would find it strange that of all people the King of Hueco Mundo was unsettled by a simple fault in a Garganta Rift. But Ichigo had a good reason: the woman that currently lay in his arms, the woman that he would love for five life times and more, and the princess of the Soul Kingdom, would be in danger if any hollow stronger than a Menos were to pass through the unstable rift. He cared much to deeply for her to be a pathetic school boy and freak out and leave her unguarded. He caressed cheek and set aside a lock of hair out of her face, and admired her beauty in the moonlight. Ichigo thanked whoever happened to be up there watching over things that he could spend some time with his princess, even if the originally unbreakable law of no hollow being with a soul reaper or human did not allow it.

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