Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Chapter 7

Ichigo watched Rukia with hooded eyes. She was standing with Ran, naked as the day she was born and not a bit shy about it-and Ichigo was still nearly as hard as when she was running her tongue up and down his shaft. Fuck, he thought, what the hell is wrong with me? Ichigo was definitely concerned about his odd reaction to Rukia. Why did I lose it like that? Yoruichi taught Ichigo to never mark a client unless they asked for it and he never broke that rule until tonight-it seemed like this was the night for a lot of firsts. Ichigo was slightly embarrassed about how vocal he’d been…he hadn’t expressed such raw sounds of pleasure since his first few times with Yoruichi. He had never even come close to losing control like this before and it was really messing with his mind. And while he was thinking about it, she didn’t exactly act like a regular customer either. Who knows what was going through the mind of the destructive force that was Rukia. He had many clients who became possessive of him but none of them had ever behaved the way Rukia just did. While her anger and strength were surprising, it was also sexy as hell. None of this made any sense and it was giving him a damned headache to match his aching erection.

Get hold of yourself, dumbass! He tried to force the unwelcome feelings away so that he could regain some control over his recalcitrant body. Clothes seemed like a good starting point. Ichigo’s attempt to put on a shirt was met with resistance now that his pleasure was abating and the pain in his back was returning full force. While he was able to slip the white shirt on, the ability to button it was beyond him at the moment. Ichigo looked again toward the beautifully nude woman before him and decided that he would never get control of himself with her like that. He took a soft yukata from his closet and walked silently toward Rukia’s back to drape it around her shoulders. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold,” he said smoothly.

Rukia looked up with a slightly startled expression, “Thank you, Ichigo.”

“You are most welcome, aijin.” He gave a slight bow before retreating to the settee to give the women some privacy.

“Damn Rukia, you really owe me for that one, “Ran said with a chuckle as she watched Ichigo’s retreating form.

“Matsumoto…” Rukia gritted out, “Tell me what was so damnably important that you had to bust in here and interrupt me.”

“Uhhh…yeah, sorry ’bout that, Ruki-chan. It was for good reason though!” She cleared her throat and announced with melodramatic flair, “I have received word that your illustrious clan leader requires the honor of your presence immediately.”

“Otousama? Does he know I’m here?” Rukia asked quickly. Of all the blood demon clans, the Kuchiki brethren were known for their legendary control and ultimate discretion. Ran and Rukia had a long-standing joke that there is no way in hell Rangiku could be a member of the Kuchiki clan considering her outlandish tendencies. However, Ran was the one person the soudaishou allowed to act out like that…maybe because he knows it’s a lost cause or maybe she just amuses him. Either way, it was pretty damned funny to both women.

“No, Ruki-chan, I don’t think he knows you’re here. He sent a messenger here because he knows this is one of my haunts. He thought I might know your whereabouts.”

Rukia let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding, “Good. Did the messenger say why otousama wished to see me?”

Ran looked contemplative for a moment, “He didn’t say exactly…well, he didn’t say at all, but judging by how anxious he was, it must be important.”

Rukia tapped her chin for a few seconds before finally speaking, “Alright, you go ahead and leave. Just tell the messenger that you might know where I am and will bring me straight away. Once you get rid of him, I’ll leave here and meet you at the cemetery on the way to my otousama’s house in…about 30 minutes.”

“That sounds good, Rukia, but is 30 minutes really enough time to finish up with that hot piece of …”

Rukia interrupted with a screech, “Rangiku! Get. Out. Now!”

“Sheesh. . .I’m going, I’m going,” Ran chuckled as she walked out of Ichigo’s room.

If Kuchiki Byakuya knew that Rukia was in a place such as Seireitei, there would be hell to pay. It’s not that he doesn’t know about her active sex life-every blood demon is highly sexual-it’s just that he has always required that she be extremely discreet regarding her assignations. As the chosen daughter of the Kuchiki soudaishou, Rukia was held to very high standards. There are two ways to become a blood demon: one could either be borne to demon parents or a human could be turned after participating in the blood rites. Rukia, of course, fell into the latter category. Not long after Rukia was attacked by that hideous man at the brothel, she came into contact with some very different monsters-monsters that would soon become her family.

Rukongai, Spring 1493, Muromachi period

Unohana Retsu had first seen the girl early this morning in a room over the town’s brothel. Retsu was absolutely shocked at the girl’s appearance…if she wasn’t so beaten up, she would be a dead ringer for her clan leader’s wife. The child was in dire straights due to great amount of blood lost, however Retsu was able to heal her injuries fairly quickly. Being a pureblood with a thousand years worth of experience in the demon arts sometimes had its perks. When the girl, Rukia, was well enough to leave the room, Retsu offered to follow her to make sure she stayed safe. Rukia mumbled her thanks and walked blindly into an even worse part of town. They walked to a building that was filthy and dilapidated and her room was, of course, no better off. Rukia immediately went to her pallet and collapsed from exhaustion.

The healer looked down at the small woman resting fitfully on the dirty mat and sighed. Sometimes, humans could be a thousand times more vicious than blood demons which often made her wonder who the monsters really were. It took several hundred years for Retsu to finally accept the race she was born into but she had never embraced their violent nature. It’s not that she was blessed with the absence of these sinful traits; it was simply that her wish to become more than a mindless supplicant to her desires overrode her basic instincts. As she watched the young girl crying in her sleep, she couldn’t stop the pity from welling up within her. Retsu knelt on the floor next to the beautiful girl, gently stroked her hair and whispered, “I’m here, little one. No one can touch you now.”

Retsu stayed with Rukia until she awoke late the next morning. When Rukia was informed that she would be moving in with Retsu, she didn’t protest at all. Rukia was so tired of living the harsh life of a Rukongai orphan and was thankful to accept any help Retsu would offer her. The two women became very good friends and toward the end of the summer, Rukia accidentally found out her new friend’s dark secret.

While Retsu had perfect control over her demonic nature, she could not stop the physiological necessities that were inherent to her race. When the need would surface, there were a few human males in the area that were amenable to her drinking from them. One day, when Rukia was supposed to be gone the entire day shopping at the market, Retsu made plans for one of the men to visit her. As it happens, Rukia decided to cut her trip short and returned home just as her friend was finishing her meal. The man had fainted from blood loss and Rukia saw Retsu’s face, fangs and all, covered in blood. She promptly joined the man on the floor.

When Rukia regained consciousness, Retsu calmly explained who and what she was and offered Rukia the chance to stay or go. Rukia chose to accept her and continue living with her friend. She was very curious about blood demons and seemed excited by all of the possibilities that came with immortality. When Rukia finally asked to be turned, Retsu wasn’t the least bit surprised, however she could not grant her request. The only legal way a human was allowed to become a blood demon was with the express permission of a clan leader and Retsu was merely a healer. She did offer to petition her soudaishou, Kuchiki Byakuya, for Rukia’s entrance into their clan. Kuchiki-sama was a very dangerous man who was careful to show no emotion. Winning the approval of such a man was nearly impossible…unless one knew his only weakness. Only brethren that have been alive since the soudaishou was young know of his all-encompassing love for his gentle wife. Kuchiki Hisana was a delicate and beautiful woman whose pacifistic nature rivaled Retsu’s own. Luckily for Rukia, Hisana and Retsu had been friends for centuries.

Kyoto, Winter 1493

When the day finally arrived for their audience with Kuchiki Byakuya, Rukia was so nervous she was trembling. Retsu held her hand and they entered the inner sanctum of the Kuchiki clan. When those inside the goten saw Rukia’s face, the shock was palpable. While Rukia was nearly identical in looks to her, Hisana-sama was taller and possessed an air of maturity that the young human lacked. As predicted, no emotion graced the aristocratic visage of the Kuchiki lord, however Hisana-sama was another story entirely. It was easy to discern her delight in seeing someone who so closely mirrored her own appearance. She immediately requested that this formal audience be ended and suggested that the two women could make their request over tea. The three women spoke quite easily with one another while Byakuya looked on in silence. Hisana was as delighted with Rukia as Retsu was, therefore, when Retsu announced the reason for their visit, tears began running down Hisana’s face. She asked to speak to her husband alone and when the two women returned to the sitting room, Hisana wore a very serene expression.

“You should both know that I am agreeing to your request…in part,” Byakuya began, “however I cannot allow Unohana-san to administer your blood rites. I will be the one to do so.” Both women’s eyes widened as Byakuya continued, “My wife and I have tried for many years to conceive a child of our own and were never blessed with such. It is my beloved wife’s fervent wish that Rukia-san should agree to become our daughter in name as well as blood.” Rukia’s shocked gaze latched onto his and in the face of his composure, she felt the need to find her own. “Before you agree, you must understand what it means to become a Kuchiki.”

“Retsu-san has explained the risks and benefits of becoming a blood demon, so I think I’m well aware of…”

Byakuya interrupted her, “You are well aware of nothing. Becoming a blood demon and becoming a Kuchiki are two separate things. We are, essentially, a breed apart from common demon rabble. Not only will you be dealing with the adjustments from human to demon life, but by becoming our daughter, you would become heir to the Kuchiki clan. You would have to become quite skilled in combat and strategy-you will have to train daily until you become a master. You must live your life to a higher standard than lesser demons as ours is a very noble lineage-you will not be allowed to live the same care-free life that many other demons enjoy-your discretion will be required at all times. If you agree to all of this, you will become the first human-born demon ever allowed such privilege and influence.”

Hisana stood quickly and walked to Rukia’s chair. When she knelt down in front of the girl and took her hands within her own, Byakuya’s eyebrows went up but he didn’t say a word. “Rukia-chan, my husband is not the most…optimistic…of people. Many times, he sees only the potential pitfalls of a situation and not its strengths; therefore it is my job to inform you of all you will gain by becoming my daughter. First of all, I can see that you’ve been hurt in your life-the marks of pain are clear upon your aura. As my daughter, if anyone tried to hurt you, I would rip their heads from their shoulders.” At this statement, Byakuya and Retsu looked at each other in surprise. Hisana’s attachment to Rukia was much more intense than either of them had first believed. “Your needs will be met before you can think them and if you are in want of something, you have but to ask and it will be made yours. You will live forever-I’ll see to that-and you will learn all that you wish to learn in this world. I will teach you everything I know and we will learn the rest together. Byakuya and I will be the very best parents we can be and I know you will be a wonderful daughter. If we make mistakes, we will fix them together-we will be a family, Rukia.”

When Hisana finished, Rukia’s tears were flowing freely down her face. She joined her future mother on her knees and looked deep into her eyes so that she might feel Rukia’s sincerity, “How could anyone not wish to be your daughter, Hisana-sama? I accept with my whole heart.” Byakuya gave a small smile and a nod while Hisana embraced her wholeheartedly.

“Well,” Retsu said with a small smile, “This couldn’t have worked out better if I’d planned it myself. Congratulations to all three of you. I guess this means you won’t be returning with me to Rukongai, Rukia?”

Byakuya answered for her, “Rukia must stay here to complete her transformation. I am more capable of dealing with a newborn demon than you are, Unohana-san.”

At Rukia’s pained expression, Hisana chimed in happily, “But of course Retsu is welcome to visit any time she wants to-she is my dearest friend after all!”

Rukia gave her a small smile, “Thank you, Hisana-sama.”

Following the initial conversation, Byakuya and Hisana proceeded to explain what the blood rites entailed and what Rukia would be going through after her conversion. She was apprehensive and a bit frightened, but she trusted Retsu and her soon-to-be parents and they began the process later that evening.

The years following Rukia’s transformation were quite difficult for her. The rage and the lust were stronger in her than they usually were in other newborns, therefore Byakuya trained with her everyday. He taught her to control her impulses as well as how she could appropriately yield to her desires. It was during this time that Rukia was introduced to Rangiku. Ran had been a clan member for about 100 years and Hisana thought that she might be a good companion for Rukia. Byakuya, of course, did not approve, however he acquiesced to his wife’s request with minimal resistance-she was the girl’s mother now, after all. It was the best thing that could have happened to Rukia. She gained a new perspective from her association with Rangiku. She began discovering all of the good things that come from being a blood demon-and she loved it. About 50 years after the women met, Byakuya deemed Rukia to be strong enough to live on her own, and the two had lived together ever since. Byakuya let the girls have their fun, he did however require her to be as circumspect as possible regarding killing and having sex. Surprisingly, Byakuya had no wish to curb Rukia’s violent tendencies…he said they were inherent to all demons and should be cultivated for maximum expression.

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When Rangiku closed the door, Rukia turned toward Ichigo, “I’m sorry but I have to go…there is a family matter that I need to attend to…oh, how is your back?”

He walked over until he was standing in front of her, “It doesn’t hurt a bit,” he lied, “you made me feel much better…plus, I’ve always been an incredibly fast healer so, don’t worry about it,” he said with a sexy grin. Ichigo trailed the back of his fingers along her jaw before cradling her neck in his large hand. “I enjoyed our time together, aijin. Touching you and having you touch me in return was…well…I don’t really have words to describe how great it felt.” Almost against his will, Ichigo pulled Rukia flush against him again. His body was paying no heed to his wishes as he bent down to take her mouth yet again.

Rukia shivered in response and stepped out of his reach, “Sorry, but I can’t let you touch me right now and you certainly cannot kiss me…I only wish I didn’t have to go. You are much too…” At that, Ichigo’s grin grew wider, “I only wish I could.” Rukia muttered as she began gathering her clothes from the floor, “I’ve got to get dressed and be on my way.” When Rukia saw the state of disrepair that her gown was in, she nearly panicked, “Ahhh! I forgot that my gown is ruined! I don’t have time to go home and change.”

“Well, Yoruichi’s room is up here and I could go find you something from her closet. I don’t think she’d mind.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…not only is Yoruichi’s not too thrilled with me right now, but I don’t think she’ll have anything to fit me.”

Ichigo thought about that a moment, “Wait here…I think I know of something that will fit you…and she won’t mind-she’s always giving clothes away-I think just so she can have new ones made,” he said with a grin. Ichigo left his room and went to the only other room on the third floor. Rukia hesitated for a moment before following him. She really did not like the fact that the purple-haired bitch kept Ichigo in such close proximity to her but there really wasn’t much she could do about it short of killing the whore.

Ichigo knocked on the door and called out, “Yoruichi? Are you here?” When he received no reply, the pair entered quietly. Yoruichi’s theme of gold did not extend to her own quarters. Everything in here was simple but the quality of the furnishings was apparent. Yoruichi’s furniture was stained black of all colors and the plush bed linens were a beautiful scarlet. There were no paintings or wall-hangings of any sort, only chains on the bedposts and a mirror-much like the one in Ichigo’s room- that hung opposite the bed. Then Rukia noticed the huge gilded mirror above the bed. Seeing the direction of her gaze, Ichigo explained, “She had that put up not long after I came here. I thought it was kind of overkill but she said….” Ichigo remembered Rukia’s odd reaction to Rangiku and decided not to finish.

“She said what, exactly?” Rukia prodded suspiciously.

“Well, ummm, she said that she liked seeing my tattoo when we were fu…ahhh” He didn’t finish that statement either when he saw Rukia’s eyes narrow. He quickly stepped into a room that Rukia assumed was the closet. “Okay, here this should do.” Ichigo came out with a plain black kimono. “She never wears anything that doesn’t fully showcase her…assets-so she’ll never miss this.”

“This will be fine.” They made their way out of Yoruichi’s den of iniquity and back into Ichigo’s room only to find the object of Rukia’s ire waiting there for them.

“Well where have you two been?” Yoruichi asked with a smirk. When she noticed the black kimono in Rukia’s hands, she raised a questioning eyebrow at the pair.

“I sort of ruined Rukia’s clothes and I didn’t think you’d mind if she took this to wear home. I’m sorry if I overstepped my boundaries, Yoruichi-san.” He practically purred the last and Yoruichi let a slow smile spread over her face, “Ichigo, you know I don’t mind giving clothes away…and you’re always welcome in my boudoir.” At that, Rukia visibly stiffened and shot her a glare.

“I heard some crashes and came to investigate. I passed Rangiku-san on her way out and I came to make sure everything was ok. So, Rukia-san, where are you going? You paid for the whole night and I assumed you would make use of it. Is there another problem?” Yoruichi asked.

“No, Yoruichi,” she snapped, “There is no problem. There is however, a family matter that I must attend to.” Rukia swallowed her distaste for Yoruichi, “Yoruichi-san, could you wait outside for me to get dressed? I’ll only be a moment.”

Yoruichi cocked her head to the side and considered her request, “Certainly, Rukia-san. I’ll be right outside.”

Rukia dressed with Ichigo’s hot gaze on her the whole time. If she wasn’t in such a hurry, she would have teased the hell out of him. As it was, she hurried to get dressed before he decided to try and kiss her again. When she was dressed, she looked toward the exquisite male and drank in his perfect form. “I will be back, Ichigo-as soon as possible-and then I’ll finish what I started.” Ichigo’s cock grew again in anticipation as he watched the small woman hurry from his room. Damn, he thought, I could become addicted to that woman.

When Rukia stepped outside, Yoruichi was waiting as promised. “Thank you for waiting. You mentioned before that you knew I was a Kuchiki,” Yoruichi nodded, “Then you understand that my father is very strict about what I can and cannot do, correct?” She nodded once more. “He does not like it when I visit places like this as he wishes me to be discreet in all things.” Rukia took a deep breath before continuing, “I want to know how much it will take to have exclusive use of Ichigo in my own home?”

Yoruichi stood straight up and narrowed her eyes on the small demon before her. “I will not let Ichigo leave here. He belongs to me and I will not be selling his contract.”

Rukia stared right back at the taller woman, “I am not asking you to sell his contract, I am simply asking to purchase his services like anyone else would only I would be his only customer. Surely you can see how lucrative this could be for you. I am a very wealthy woman and I am willing to pay pretty much anything to have him at my disposal.”

Yoruichi thought over her proposal for a moment before answering, “I will agree to this but it’s definitely going to cost you. For every day you have use of him, you will pay me 100 kobans,” Rukia’s eyes widened at the amount but she didn’t protest, “He will stay here tonight and tomorrow you can bring the first 500 kobans and he’ll be yours for five days. If you decide you want him longer, then you can bring me more gold.”

Rukia nodded her head, “It’s a deal, Yoruichi. I’ll be back for him as soon as I can.”

The women shook hands to seal the deal and Rukia left Seireitei.

Yoruichi watched Rukia descend the stairs and turned toward Ichigo’s door. Watching Rukia with Ichigo tonight reignited her desire for the beautiful young man and she was torn as to what she should do. She wanted nothing more than to spend the night with the one who set her very blood to boiling. Kisuke wouldn’t be back for another week and Ichigo wouldn’t even be in residence when he got back, so he should be safe. Yoruichi made her mind up and she went back inside Ichigo’s room.

He was standing next to the window again, looking out onto the beautiful night. He looked up when he heard her enter. “What do you need, Yorui-san?”

“How is your back, Ichigo?” When he shrugged, she saw the flash of pain cross his features, “I am sorry…I did not wish to hurt you like that.”

“I know, megami, I don’t blame you for what you had to do. I knew the rules and I’m the one who caused her to be unhappy. If you don’t need anything else though, Yorui-san, I am tired and I think I’d like to go to sleep now.” Ichigo assumed Yoruichi would leave as he turned away to strip the sheets from his bed. When he finished, he looked up and gave her a quizzical look when he saw her still there. “Yoruichi…?”

Yoruichi stalked slowly toward the fiery haired god and stopped just short of touching him, “I’m tired of not being able to touch you, Ichigo. Kisuke is gone for the week and I want you in my bed.” As she finished speaking, Yoruichi pushed aside his shirt and placed both hands on his hard, smooth chest. “Come back to my room with me, my okiniiri, I have need of you.”

Ichigo closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself. He did not want to have sex with Yoruichi tonight when all he could think about was Rukia, but he knew that he had no choice in the matter. Ichigo took a deep breath and when he opened his eyes again, all she saw in their depths was a sex god ready and willing to fuck her senseless. Yoruichi rubbed her legs together in anticipation as she led him to her room.

The cat-like goddess was panting for him like a bitch in heat and he knew just what she needed. They hadn’t been intimate for three years but he still knew her very well. For instance, he knew that right now, she wanted him to be the one in control. Ichigo ignored the nagging pain in his back and decided the rougher the better. Once the door to her room shut, he grabbed Yoruichi and slammed her against it. He pushed his body against hers as they kissed each other with wild abandon. He gripped her breasts with his large hands as he assaulted her mouth with his tongue. When he ground his erection against her core, Yoruichi could feel herself dripping in response. Ichigo knew just how to push her buttons and he was pushing them all right now…hard. He stepped back from her completely and Yoruichi leaned heavily against the door.

“What is it, Ichigo? Why have you stopped?” she asked with a confused frown.

I haven’t stopped, megami, I just want you to strip for me. It’s been so long since we’ve been together and I want to see you. Yoruichi smiled and slowly peeled her skin tight clothes from her voluptuous body. She truly was beautiful and Ichigo didn’t have to force his body to respond to her. Yoruichi made her way to Ichigo and peeled the shirt from his magnificent torso and ran her hands all over him. “It truly is amazing how much you’ve grown since we were last together. I’ve seen you everyday but until now, I have tried not to think of this body you’ve developed. It does make me wonder how the rest of you has matured.”

Ichigo smirked as he guided her nimble hands to cup him through his pants, “No time like the present to find out, Yorui-san.” With that, she grabbed the waist of his pants and slid them over his lean hips. What she saw made her mouth water, “Ichigo…” Yoruichi wanted to taste him so badly that she ached with it and as she took his head into her mouth, she wrapped both hands around his shaft.

Ichigo was definitely enjoying the attention, however it was nowhere near as intense as when Rukia was the one doing it. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as Yoruichi teased him with her tongue. The moment his eyes closed, images of Rukia began filtering into his mind. Thinking about his cock filling Rukia’s petite mouth right before Ran busted in made his erection pulse in response. Yoruichi moaned her approval and worked him harder. Ichigo had finally had enough. He was nearly mad with wanting when he grabbed Yoruichi and slammed her against the wall. He gave no thought to her comfort as he lifted her up by her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waste. He didn’t take any time preparing her for his size, he simply rammed into her full force until he was buried to the hilt. Yoruichi was so hot for him that she came from the force of his entry. When he felt her wetness coating him and her muscle clenching around him, he gripped her hips hard and slammed into her over and over. That still wasn’t enough for Ichigo. He carried her to her bed and threw her face down on it. When she came up to her knees, he entered her again and pounded her flesh relentlessly. This time, he came forcefully and gripped her hips so hard he was sure they would bruise.

When he was finished, he rolled off of her and tried to catch his breath. Yoruichi turned to him and trailed kisses along his chest before staring up at him. He opened his eyes and saw his reflection in the mirror above her bed and was disgusted with himself. Tonight he had sunk to a new low-now he was truly a whore. What kind of man fantasizes about one woman while he’s fucking another? Not only that, but he had effectively brutalized Yoruichi in the process. As he examined her body, he could already see the bruises forming and he was shamed by them. “Yoruichi…I’m so sorry. I was way too rough with you.”

Yoruichi laughed throatily, “Ichigo, you have nothing to be sorry about. I loved every second of it! You were absolutely magnificent.”

“But, I bruised you. What if Kisuke sees them?” He said guiltily.

“No worries, love, I heal even faster than you do!” She said with a sly grin. Yoruichi could not believe this was the same boy she trained four years ago. He was always talented but this surpassed even her expectations. He had never been this raw…even as an untried youth. Luckily, Yoruichi was a masochist because when he entered her the first time, she felt a sharp, tearing pain and now she was bleeding. Lurking in the back of her mind was the thought that none of this had been for her.

“Ichigo, I thought you might like to know that your living situation will be changing tomorrow. Rukia-san has asked that you accompany her to her home for an…extended visit.” Ichigo’s brow furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean, Yorui-san? She bought my contract from you?”

“No, no…nothing like that. She is simply paying me a lot of money for you to please her in her own home. Her family is very…conservative and she doesn’t want them finding out she visited Seireitei. After tonight though, I’m not so sure I can let you go…at least not for too long. But all of this talk can wait – you’ve worn me out, my okiniiri, let’s go to sleep and we’ll talk about the details in the morning, ne?”

Ichigo smiled at her but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. As Yoruichi snuggled in his strong arms, his mind wandered to tomorrow. He would be going to Rukia’s house – he would be with her tomorrow and he was pretty sure that she would somehow know he’d been with Yoruichi tonight. Considering his profession, that thought shouldn’t bother him but as he drifted off to sleep, he was haunted by angry, sapphire eyes.