Name: Jessica Fujiwara (french japanese)
Race: Shaman (human with high spiritual energy)
Appearance: Messy, not kept, medium length red hair and gold eyes. About the height of Rukia with the same body type (pic at end)
Personality: Nonchalant abs sarcastic. Really random and stupid at times. Loves to eat a lot but doesn't gain weight and loves playing sports.
~*start*~
You stared out the window, wishing this class was over. Math was your least favorite subject, and next was P.E. Finally the bell rang. You jumped out of your seat and ran out the door. Finally! P.E.! you thought happily. The girls were playing baseball today.
You stepped up to the plate, bat in hand. Tatsuki stood on the mound, ball ready. She kicked it as hard as she could. You reared and swung. The ball flew. You ran the bases tauntingly, easily getting a home run.
"Nice hit, Jessica!" Orihime said when you went back to the bench.
"Thanks, Ori!" you said. You had nicknames for everyone. Suddenly, you felt a strong spiritual pressure. "You feel that?" you asked her.
"Yeah. We should tell Ichigo," she said.
"No time," you said before running off.
You came to the location of the spirit pressure. It was an Arrancar. You had a lot of spirit pressure, but you've never felt one this strong. You were starting to doubt your powers, which is a bad sign. Thankfully, there was a fire near by.
You raised your arm towards the fire, pulling the flames to you. The fire swirled around your arms, but didn't burn you. You flung the fire directly at the Arrancar. He dodged it easily.
He came at you. You moved just in time. Damn, there's no fire around here anymore...you thought. You could control fire, but only when it was there.
The Arrancar slashed at you, cutting your arm. You were trying to back away from the fast approaching enemy. Your foot got caught in a pothole, and you fell on your back. He stood over you, grinning.
"What's wrong, little girl? Run out of fire?" he said mockingly.
You wanted nothing more than to stand up and punch him in the face, but you knew he would kill you before you had the chance. He lifted his sword above his head.
Then, he dropped it. His arm was falling with it, hand still gripping the hilt, but it was no longer attached.
"Back off," a male with orange hair threatened. A lump formed in your throat. Ichigo was the only person that made you lose your calm self. The Arrancar started yelling insults at him.
Ichigo cut him in half with a single swing. He bent down over you. "Are you alright, Jessica?" he asked.
"I-I'm fine," you responded. He smiled, until he noticed your bleeding arm.
"Holy crap! That looks really bad! Let's get you fixed up!" he said, picking you up bridal-style.
"Ish! I'm fine!" you said, blushing.
"No, you're not! And I told you not to call me Ish," he said, running with you.
"Where are you taking me, Ish?" you grinned.
He glared at you, then sighed. "To Urahara's. My family is home right now, and I can't take you there," he explained.
For several moments, you were both silent. Then, your arm started to burn. The pain was finally registering. You clutched at the gash, hoping Ichigo wouldn't notice.
"We're here," he said, rushing through the doorway. Urahara walked up to you two calmly.
"Ichigo, Jessica, what can I do for you?" He asked.
"I want you to bandage up Jess's arm," Ichigo ordered.
"Follow me," he said. You walked to a room and Ichigo layed you down on a makeshift bed.
"Ish, I'm fine," you repeated. He just gave you a warm smile and sat there while Urahara wrapped up your arm.
"There you are. I'm going to leave you two alone," he shot Ichigo a perverted smile.
"Come on, Suke, Ish is too innocent to do anything," you laughed.
Urahara chuckled, and left. "Too innocent?" Ichigo asked.
"Yes. Face it, Ish, you're completely innocent," you smiled up at him.
"I'm tired of people calling me innocent!" he yelled. You flinched. He was really close, and his voice was very loud.
"Then prove to them that you're not innocent," you smiled evilly at him.
"You want me to prove it, huh? Fine," he replied. He took off his sword and laid it down on the floor.
He sat on top of you, straddling you. "That's it?" you asked. Instead of answering, he kissed you gently, but passionately. His hands roamed all over your body. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him down closer to you. He nibbled and pulled on your bottom lip, pleading for entrance. But you wanted him to prove his un-innocence, so you denied him. He moved his hands to your breasts, massaging them. You moaned and he stuck his tongue inside your mouth. He played with your tongue and explored you.
He pulled away for air, then was at your neck. He found your soft spot and made you moan. "Am I still too innocent?" he whispered seductively in your ear.
"Heh, a five year old is less innocent than you," you replied. He grunted, then nibbled on your earlobe. He put his hands on your hips and started lifting off your shirt. You helped him get it off, then ripped his off. He reached behind you and undid your bra, throwing it aside.
You ran your fingers through his hair while he kissed you. He took his lips from yours and went lower. He ran his tongue over one of your breasts, causing you to moan loudly. You gripped his shoulder, pleasure running through your body. He went back to your lips and lustfully kissed you.
His hands went down to your legs. He rubbed the inside of your thigh. "Ichigo," you moaned. He smiled as you finally called him by his name. He ran his hand over your sensitive part. You shiver with pleasure. You never wanted him as much as you did right now. You started undoing his belt.
He instantly caught on and undid your belt in record time. He pulled off your jeans, so you were only wearing your panties. You didn't get a chance to take off his pants. He started grinding his hips against yours. The lump in his pants rubbed against the thin fabric of your panties. He kicked off his pants and continued grinding into you, bt harder. You moaned and clutched his shoulder tighter than before. Your body was begging him to rip off the last piece of clothing and make you feel pleasure like you never have. his hands played with the strap of your panties, teasing you.
"Ichigo, please," you pleaded. He smiled at you, kissing you lightly. He backed off you and pulled his pants back on.
"Are you serious?" you wanted to yell, but you couldn't make yourself.
"Well, I proved I wasn't innocent, right?" you glared at him.
"We'll finish this tonight, when my family goes out," he said, tossing you your clothes.
~*end*~You:
