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[fic] The Princess & The Protector
An important point before we start the chapter. The style in which this fic is written was inspired by the ever so amazing Tango’s “Filling in the Blanks”. One of my more favorite Buffy/Angel stories.
I am pleased, proud and a bit sad to announce that this is the first time I’ve managed tocompleted a fic. So I’m terribly pleased and proud of myself. But I’m sad because this was such a joy to write. But don't think that this is the last chapter! Cause it aint. This fic ends at Part VIII.
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Two more parts to go. Previous chapters: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV & Part V.
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Part VI
“Orihime, we’ll be back in a couple of hours so don’t wait up for us.”
Orihime nodded at the extremely cheerful strawberry blonde and the irate white haired boy standing next to her. Orihime wasn’t all too sure on the details but somehow Rangiku-san had managed to convince her Taichou to take her out shopping and sight seeing around the city. Hitsugaya-kun was obviously trying to figure out how he had gotten conned into being a travel companion for his Lieutenant.
He sighed in a resigned manner as he opened the front door, “Come on Matsomoto.” The sooner this starts, the sooner it’ll end, he told himself.
Rangiku-san happily chirped back, “Right behind you Taichou! Ara!”
They both looked in surprise at the lanky figure making its way towards them. Ichigo blinked in surprise at the pair, “Toushirou, Rangiku-san…Where are you going at this hour?”
“Its Hitsugaya-taichou for you.”
“Shopping and sight seeing!”
Ichigo seemed to ignore the first statement and focused on what Rangiku-san had said, “Sight seeing? Right now?” At the merry affirmative he couldn’t help but wonder why Soul Society didn’t have a mandatory training course for Shinigami who were coming down to the real world. They really ought to have better knowledge of the real world, especially regarding which behaviors was normal and which weren’t. And that especially applied to the mod souls. Honestly, whoever thought up that Chappy soul candy clearly didn’t have a clue…
All three gazes shifted back towards the doorway when Orihime loudly called out for the young captain. She stopped in surprise at seeing Ichigo standing in front of her but shook her head and moved forward towards Hitsugaya, holding out a jacket.
“You’d better take this with you Toshirou-kun. It gets a bit chilly at night.”
“Arigatou. Well, let’s go Matsomoto.”
As they started making their trek to the nearest shopping district, Hitsugaya spoke up, “After we’re done, we’ll drop our gigai off at Urahara’s before we do a sweep of the city.”
Matsomoto blinked in surprise. Now why would….ooooh. A grin made its way across her face as she hugged the young captain. “Taichou! I didn’t realize you were a closet romantic! That’s so adorable!”
Hitsugaya could feel the vein popping on his forehead and his anger starting to bubble to the surface. This woman….
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Ichigo stepped forward towards Orihime, greeting her with a soft kiss and a small smile.
“Sorry for stopping by so late. But I wanted to talk to you.”
“It’s alright. Come on in.”
As Orihime toddled around the kitchen making some green tea, Ichigo settled himself at the small table placed in the middle of the room. He placed both hands on top of the table and stared down at them. How should he go about this? Should he just be direct and ask her? No, that would be too blunt but it could get things done quicker. He didn’t really know how to beat about the bush anyways. It would be best to just tell her how he knew and then …
His train of thought was broken when Orihime placed a cup of tea in front of him and sat down next to him. She gave him a smile as he mumbled his thanks and took a sip of the tea. He noted that her smile lacked the sunshine brightness that it usually held.
“What was it that you wanted to talk to me about Ichi-kun?”
Ichigo placed the cup back on the table, staring down at the small tea stalk that was standing up in the liquid. He turned towards Orihime and took her hand in his, his eyes locked onto hers. He took a deep breath before starting.
“I heard about what Urahara asked you to do.”
Her smile faltered as his words, her expression becoming stricken as she stumbled over her words, “B-But, how did you…who, who told you?”
“The big guy, Hacchi”
I wish I could fly as angels can fly. I wish...
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“Inoue-san, she told me that she was asked to stay away from the battlefield this coming winter by Ureihana-san.”
“That’s Urahara. Why would he say that?! Her healing powers’ve saved my life and others more times than I can remember. Sure, she’s not suited for fighting but she can help in healing the injured.”
“Apparently she was told that she would not be needed and would be replaced by more superior people.”
“That bastard! Next time I see that sandal-and-hat wearing bastard he’s not going to live to see the next sunrise!”
“Er, don’t you think it would be best if Inoue-san stays out of battle?”
“I don’t want her anywhere near battle! If I had my way, I’d send Orihime out of town a few days before the fighting started. I just…I don’t want her getting hurt. But the point is that there were better ways to go about telling her! For being so smart, that guy sure can be dumb.”
“In any case, I thought it would be best that you should know.”
“Yeah…I appreciate it. Thanks.”
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“Oh. I see.”
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“You should have told me when Hiyori brought you to the factory.”
His soft reprimand had her lower lip quiver as she tried not to let tears form in her eyes. Her gaze darted up to meet his soft one before falling back down to her hands trapped between his, her words were soft, “I didn’t want to bother Ichi-kun. You were so focused on your training I didn’t think that I should distract you with my problems…” She blinked as a thought suddenly occurred to her and looked up at him, “How did you manage to leave?”
His expression shifted to one of annoyance, “I had to pester Hiyori to let me go for the night. Well actually I had asked for an hour or two but then Hacchi went and said something to her and she ended up saying that I got the night off. I gotta thank him when I see him tomorrow.”
He cupped her cheek with his hand and pressed his forehead against hers. His voice filled with gentle censure as he spoke to her, “You really should have told me.” His voice holding a slight hint of playfulness as he continued, “You can distract me any time of day.”
She smiled weakly at him. Her voice was meek as she disclosed, “I didn’t want to be a burden.”
Slight anger crept into his voice and in his eyes, “You will never be a burden to me! Don’t ever say that Hime! You are not a burden, you’ve never been that. Don’t go believing what Urahara said.”
She looked up at him, a sudden hope flowing into her. He would surely take her side and say that she could fight. He would ask her to stand by his side during the fighting or at the very least ask her to help the Fourth Squad with the injured. Instead, his next words had her heart plummeting like a shot bird through the sky. He ran a hand through his hair nervously, his gaze shifting to stare at the far wall as his voice lost its angry edge and became quiet once more.
“But I think he’s right on the point that you shouldn’t be on the battlefield. I know usually I wouldn’t give that much of a damn about what he says but…I agree with him on this.”
Her throat felt dry as she could feel tears building up. She could barely get the words out of her throat, “Why? I thought that you…of all people…would…”
“I don’t want you to get hurt. This’ll be much more different than any of our previous battles. This won’t be like the time when we went up against Soul Society. This is ten times worse than that because these Arrancar and Espada don’t even know the meaning of the word mercy.”
His fingers stroked the smooth skin of her hands as he continued, “I barely managed to make it through when Yammy injured you. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you. We were lucky that all he did was hit you once. It’s going to be an all-out war in winter. And people die in wars and God knows how many people may end up dying in the end. That’s why…”
His grip on her hands tightened, his gaze earnest. “That’s why I don’t want you there. It’s not because you’re a burden or that you’re not capable enough. Its because you are too important to me. I don’t want to lose you. It’s as simple as that. I just…I can’t loose you.”
He poured out his feelings as best as he could. Everyone around him knew that words were not exactly his forte. He was the kind of person who let his actions do the talking for him. But right here, right now, he knew that it was only through words he could reach her and try to make her understand. He could have kissed her, could have caressed her skin, given her pleasure but….that wouldn’t have made her comprehend his feelings.
I think I...I think I...I think I love her
He gazed into her clear grey eyes shimmering with unshed tears and it was then that he just knew. He had been questioning the depth of his feelings for many a week and right then as he gazed into those clear grey eyes, shimmering with unshed tears he had his answer. He raised both hands to her face and brushed his thumb pads gently against her cheeks. “Inoue Orihime…I love you. And I can’t loose you.”
She could feel her throat closing up at his softly spoken words. They were the words that she had yearned to hear for so, so long. But it was his eyes that made the tears fall. His eyes were unguarded, filled with love and tenderness. It was like she was peering into his very soul at that moment and she understood. And yet those gentle eyes were so different from the stubborn, determined, passion-filled ones that she was so used to seeing. These eyes, they made her heart ache with every thump and filled her with an entirely new feeling of warmth.
She kissed him, filled with joy and happiness like she had never known before. She raised a shaky hand up to his face. Trembling fingers tracing his features as she brokenly replied against his lips, “I’ve waited…so long to hear those words…Ichigo.” She took in a breath, trying to get some control over her breathing. Her next words were a whisper that brushed teasingly against his wet lips. “I love you too. I have for such a long time…”
She didn’t fight against the hard kiss he gave her, or when he pushed her down to the hard floor as his tongue clashed against hers in overwhelming joy. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer against her. Her thoughts were messed up, jumbled together in incoherent phrases as his hands reacquainted themselves with her body after a month’s absence. The only lucid thought floating around in her head, which he kept whispering into her skin, was that he loved her. The only coherent phrase that kept falling from her lips was that she loved him as well.
They barely noticed that in between kisses they had somehow shifted to her bedroom and were now standing beside her bed. Without breaking contact between their lips, she pushed his dark jacket off his shoulders, which was followed by his white button down shirt and black undershirt. His hands intertwined with hers as together they removed her short sleeved shirt and for a moment, they both stood there. Gazing at each other, knowing that they were standing at the brink of something new, that was both the known and the unknown.
Ichigo stared at the young woman he was holding in the circle of his arms and dimly noticed that they were inches away from her bed. The same bed on which they had, on many occasions, learnt from each other the finer aspects of sexual pleasures. Yet, right now, this felt like completely uncharted territory. He wanted to be with her, he wanted to make love to her but…did she really want to right now? Maybe the rough day that she had had was influencing her decision right now…
She wanted to be as close to him as was physically possible between a man and a woman. Life was short enough as it was without adding in the additional factors of Hollows, Espada’s and Aizen. She wanted this…She needed this. She could make out the slight reservation in his eyes. Orihime answered by taking his hand and placing it over her racing her heart. Her eyes held no uncertainty, only unadulterated love as she looked into his eyes, Make me yours, Ichigo.
Want to get myself back in again
The soft dive of oblivion
I want to taste the salt of your skin
The soft dive of oblivion, oblivion
He slowly raised his hand to her face, his fingers reverently caressing the stray strands of hair that had fallen out of the grip of her ever present hairpins. He twirled some of the hair around his finger and tugged her closer towards him. His thumb brushed over the silky tresses as he gave her a short, hard kiss that left her clinging to his shoulders for more. She let out a soft whine as he kept darting away from her further attempts to continue their kiss. He let out a husky chuckle that made her feel that her insides had suddenly melted, “Patience Hime.”
He shifted to stand behind her, his eyes locked on the clasp of her bra. He outlined the fabric with a light touch, his fingers lightly brushing over her soft skin. Her body shivered and she was about to turn towards him when he quickly grasped her hips and forced her to stay in front of him. He peppered kisses up and down her shoulder and neck, his fingers making quick work of the clasp and shifting upwards to rest on her shoulders. One hand came to the front and traced the small red strawberries etched on the cloth as he lowered his head. His voice was husky and his breath hot in her ear, “Very cute Hime.” She blushed slightly as she whispered back in a drowsy, low voice, “I bought them while thinking of you.”
His mouth attached itself to her lobe, gently suckling at the muscle as his fingers traced invisible patterns over her creamy skin, slowly slipping under the elastic straps and pulling them down her shoulders. She let her arms dangle, letting the white and red scrap of fabric drop to the floor, and then raised her arms to rest them at the back of his neck as he rested his head on her shoulder.
He gazed down at her torso and the inches of smooth, silky skin that reflected the faint light coming in from the window. Her slender neck was tilted slightly to the left, her full pale breasts with deep pink points that jutted out, pleaded for his attention and further down to her gently rounded stomach where his hands were currently resting peacefully. She was a vision. Not perfection but still pretty damn close to it.
He turned her around slowly and relished the feeling of her skin against his. A month had been far too long a time to spend away from her. He committed to memory the feel of her round curves against his sharp angles as she pushed him down to the bed and straddled his lap, pressing up against him as though he was fire and she was seeking refuge from the cold. Her skin felt like fine silk brushing over him, except no silk in the world could make his head spin with lust and desire.
He wrapped his arms around her as he fell back fully on the bed, her hair falling around their heads like a curtain of silk that separated them from the rest of the world. He cracked open his eyes slightly, taking in the sight of his love as she kissed him over and over again. She really was a goddess. His goddess. His. That thought sent a shot of possessiveness through him and his grip on her tightened, crashing her hips down against his. She broke off away from his lips to let out a heady moan, her head falling forward onto his shoulder as they rubbed against each other. He nibbled at her earlobe, earning himself a sound that sounded a mix between a giggle and a gasp before moving lower to her neck and bit down on her pulse point.
His hands were drifting in circles around her coral buds, not cupping her full bosom and not pressing against her straining nipples. She let out a sigh when he finally cupped both breasts in his hands and his thumb pads brushed over her hardened jewels. She whimpered into his touch, “Ichigo….”
Her hands tangled in his hair as his head ducked down, her breath short with anticipation as his lips hovered above her peaks. He softly blew a short breath over one of the nipples and watched her breasts heave with her whimper. She let out a drawn out moan when the warmth of his lips and tongue finally connected with one of her pleasure points. She ran her hand through his short spiky hair, her eyes glazed over with desire. He opened his eyes and gazed right up into hers.
She was watching him. His hand gave the second peak a firm roll between his fingers that had her closing her eyes and grind against his arousal with a moan. With a quick economy of motion, he had her lying on the bed with his lips worshipping her breasts while she clutched tightly at his head. With slight regret he shifted downwards, leaving the twin points wet with his saliva and her aching for more. He placed gentle kisses over her stomach, smiling as she giggled at the ticklish feeling. His fingers came across the drawstring of her sweatpants and slowly he unknotted them and drew the material off her long legs. He stared at her underwear with slight amusement. Her panties also had small red strawberries printed on them.
She’s a natural law, and she leaves me in awe
She deserves the applause, I surrender because
she used to look good to me, but now I find her simply irresistible
He let his fingers slide underneath the elastic teasingly as he kissed her, their tongues raking against each other with an undercurrent of eagerness. A small string of saliva connected their lips as they broke apart and Orihime wiped it away with a quick swipe of her tongue before she dropped her gaze downwards of his covered hips. He moved back slightly, giving her room to move her hands down to his white pants. There was one thing Ichigo had realized in the previous months of growing intimacy with Orihime. She loved to tease him much in the same manner as he liked to tease her.
Just like she was doing right now. She traced his erection through the material, her touch light and fleeting before drifting down slightly to stroke at his inner thigh. He groaned slightly, “Orihime….” She gave him a smile filled with innocent carnality, if such a thing were possible as her hand pressed fully against him. He barely kept a low hiss of pleasure at bay as she slid the zipper of his pants down, her hands brushing against his need in teasing touches that he wasn’t sure were intentional or not. Her lips were busy lavishing wet kisses up and down his neck while her hands tried to push the barrier of his pants away. He chucked the pants off quickly and helped her to take his boxers off, leaving him completely bare before her.
While they had seen each other nude before and were comfortable with seeing each other in that manner, this time there was a different kind of nervousness flowing through them. Yet he never felt more comfortable in his life. His eyes almost rolled back at the feeling of her soft fingers curling around his girth. A month really had been too much time spent away from her, he thought to him as her small hand moved up and down his shaft with a firm grip and a slow, steady pace. She knew just what to drive him mad. He had his eyes closed against the assault of pleasure, his hips thrusting into her hand and his mouth pressed against her hot one. She gave his cock a firm squeeze that had him groaning into her mouth and placing a hand over hers, stopping her motions. She pulled away to look at him quizzically before letting out a surprised moan as he pushed his bare hips against her, his length pressing fully against her heat through the wet cotton.
It was an amazingly thrilling feeling, the feel of his sex pressing intimately against hers. A small part of Orihime felt proud that it was because of her he was so aroused and another part of her couldn’t still believe that this was happened. This feeling of light headedness, these overwhelming feelings of pleasure coursing through her…it felt more like a dream than a reality and she was afraid that any moment now her eyes would open and she would be staring up at the ceiling just minutes before her alarm clock would go off. But that didn’t happen.
Ichigo let his hand drift downward, the full length of his palm cupping her center through the damp material. Her hips arched off the bed and further into his hands with a whine. The fabric was soaked through with her juices and he could smell her heady scent all the way up. His fingers found her hidden nub through the fabric and gently pressed against it. Her mouth fell open but no sound came out as he continued his tender assault of her nether regions. Her hips moved against his hand, the center panel of her panties became wetter and the air around them was now heavy with her scent. She was chanting his name like a prayer, over and over again in her melodious voice as she cried out her pleasure to the heavens.
Desire was running rampant throughout his system, making his breathing difficult and his ability to formulate coherent thought was almost nearly gone. He pulled off the last barrier of clothing between them and suddenly, a shot of nervousness went through him. He knew that what would happen next was going to hurt her and there was no way to avoid that. But still….he wanted to keep the pain minimum for her. He wanted to please her. He wanted to make her experience such pleasure that she would forget everything but him. He wanted to make sure that she felt as little pain as possible. He wanted her to scream his name to the high heavens until her voice failed her.
He shifted himself in between her thighs and her body shivered in the expectation of his touch. A tremor raced through her when he parted her outer lips and then she cried out at the feel of his tongue against her most sensitive skin. She writhed underneath his lips and fingers, her hips arching off the bed and into his face as she moaned with every tender ministration he inflicted on her sex. His tongue was lapping up her escaping juices like he was a man dying of thirst who had come across an oasis. Her hands were clutching painfully hard at his shoulders as he lovingly flicked his tongue on her clit before suckling on it. Her head was tossing and turning on the dark sheets beneath her as he took her round the bend, her body shaking due to the force of her release.
As her shivering subsided, he moved to her entrance, positioning himself at the base of her heat and he waited. She opened her eyes lazily, raising her hands to caress his face as they gazed at each other for a long, electric moment. It was like she was breathing through a thick fog and she was very aware of the feeling of her heart beating away underneath her skin. One hand drifted down to rest over his and she could feel his heart, pumping away hard and fast in a beat similar to her own.
Never have I ever made love before. Never have I wanted to till now.
Lover, can't you see I want you more and more. Take me baby, yeah...I’m yours.
Her fingers traced his eyebrows, the slight upturn of his lips and his angular nose. His brown eyes were infinitely gentle as they gazed down at her. Are you sure?
She opened herself further, pressing herself lightly against him. I am.
Her hands clenched the sheets tightly as inch by excruciating inch he slid into her. Pleasure and pain warred in her as his clever fingers teased her clit, trying to distract her from the pain. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. She had known that it would hurt, the feeling of her virgin walls being stretched ached and burned at the same time. She arched up into him as he slipped his fingers against her hidden nub, moving forward the final inch to be fully seated in her.
He girt his teeth, his face buried in the curve of her shoulder as he savored the feeling of her scorching heat surrounding him. He couldn’t help but let out a groan against her skin as her inner muscles fluttered around him and fought the urge to just pound away into her. She felt so fucking good. He suddenly felt a trail of wetness against his cheek and raised his head to look at her. Panic hit him like a truck when he saw the tear trails running down her face.
“Hime…”
He was settled fully into her. She had taken in all of him and they were now one. He was much as a part of her as she was of him. Unbidden, tears sprang up behind her eye lids and fell down as she relished the feeling of him being so close to her. She opened her eyes and looked at him when he anxiously called her name. Her eyes filled unabashed love as she choked out, “I love you Ichigo.”
Panic subsiding, he kissed away the tear trails. “I love you too, Orihime.”
Slowly he began to move inside of her, trying to keep his passion in check. He was melting in her heat, his body trembling with every movement as he reveled in the feeling of her love that surrounded them like a warm blanket. Her shapely body shifted and contracted around him, stretching to accommodate his girth. Pain gave way to pleasure soon enough and she was clinging to his back, her hips moving back against his. She raked her nails down her back with a moan and he grunted softly at the mixed pleasure and pain.
Ichigo could sense the beginning of her orgasm as small tremors started to run throughout her body and he increased his pace, eager to approach the end with her. A fine sheen of sweat covered their bodies as their rhythm increased. She clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist, to be even closer to him and granting him a better angle to push into her. She had turned his name into broken moans of ecstasy as he urged her to climax with him, around him.
“Ichi...go…Oh God…Ich-Ichi..go…”
He could feel his own release speeding towards him. He pressed his forehead against hers and groaned, “Orihime!”
She shattered in release and he followed, both of them crying out their pleasure. Their love expressed, their passion realized, the feelings that had been building for the past months finally released in one moment of perfect bliss. His arms were trembling as he hovered over her, their ragged breaths intermingling as they remained locked, unwilling to let go of each other.
His arms finally gave way and he tumbled into her soft warmth, his lips tasting the salty sweat that covered her body. Her fingers were tangled almost painfully in his hair as he lay over her and listened to her fast beating heart. Slowly, the beat slowed down to normal and he realized that the sound was lulling him to sleep. He pulled out from and rolled them over in a bid to get into a more comfortable sleeping position. She settled herself against his side, resting her head on his shoulder as his arm pressed her against him.
She pressed a kiss against his neck, too tired to raise herself any further. His hand stroked the soft skin of her waist in reply, both of them smiling. He watched her as her breathing slowed and she drifted off to sleep. And lulled by the sound of her gentle breathing, he followed her.
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
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Note: Seeing a tea stalk upright in your tea is supposed to be a good sign.
I love the last lyrics 'Here's to the Night' by Eve9 and I put them in the end because i think they most accurately reflect just whats happened and whats gonna happen next.
Well there you have it….after five chapters of beating about the bush, I give you the actual act. I’m surprised I was able to do that! To drag it out that much I mean...
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Ugh I ought to have explained more clearly. Man im bad when it comes to explainin. There are still two more chapters to go. I couldnt possibly do a fic and not cover Orihime's capture. And when I wrote that I couldnt not do her rescue, however brief.
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Psst.... It's "lose" not "loose"... "loose" it like a rubber band that's been stretched too wide XP
Also, I LOVED the imagery of her hair falling around them like a curtain... dang, I want to draw that so badly.... I'll have to keep it in my arsenal for when I start drawing serious Orihime. I've just been doodling lately. :P
Now... it's not ending? or it is? o.o
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Drat it all! Some typos always manage to get past me! *fixes quickly*
I'm rather in love with that imagery as well. I find it sexy and loving at the same time :D
Oh no its not the ending yet. Gotta do her capture after all :) And then the subsequent happy ending!
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Gosh... I gotta' do some fanart T_T
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Glad to know that this is not the end!! Great job, and the capture is one of the essentials of IchiHime!!! Anticipating your next chapter!
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It just didnt feel right ending it here. I wanted to write Inoue's capture.
Capture the essentials of IchiHime? Care to elaborate please?
Next chapter shall be on tomorrow!
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No words to describe this. You always find the perfect words to use, and the scenes were incredibly real to me. Alive. There's nothing kinky about it, but just the way you write out Ichigo and Orihime together is really erotic.
I can't waaait for the next chapterrrr x]]]
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Really? Wow thanks! :D Y' think so? Damn! I feel damned good about myself now! Niow im really tempted to write more IchiHime!
Next chapater tomorrow!
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:DDD!!!
I can't waiiit.
You should always feel damned good about yourself, you amazing person you x]