He walked and walked. The trees and the greenery around him grew thicker and thicker, larger and more deeper as he progressed. The air grew heavy with the scent of perfume. Ichigo looked about as he continued walking; flowers of all kinds had bloomed about him. Their odor was intoxicating. He stopped. In the silence of the forest Ichigo noticed that it was completely different. The trees were so thick and large that it rose toward the skies in unbelievable heights. The darkened atmosphere colored a dark green, things that appeared to be floating trials of pollen glided about him. There was a strange mysterious presence that hung all around.
"Where, am I?" he asked.
He dared to walk further deeper and deeper. Soon enough he started to hear it. The heavy beating of a heart. The silence echoed with the rhythmic beating. The pulse grew stronger with each step that Ichigo took. Pushing pass bushes and branches he entered a clearing
Before him stood a great enormous tree in full bloom. Large violet flowers fell like tiny spiraling umbrellas swirling in circles. The intake of air filled his nose with it's scent. An odor that caused his vision to swerve and cause everything to move slowly, blurred as if he was staring into a dream. He looked up higher, the number of flowers were numerous impossible to count like the stars in the sky. Ichigo was at loss; his mind could no longer recognize and began to readily wonder if it wasn't a dream…
On the lowest branch hung a chrysalis; a butterfly's cocoon. But it wasn't any ordinary one—it was large, huge. And the source of the pulsing heart. He stepped closer still looking up, his eyes glued to it. The flowers continued to fall and swirl around him filling the air with it's mysterious violet color.
This is not real.
Suddenly, the beating stopped and Ichigo took a step back. A tiny hand broke out of the chrysalis. A pale milky white color. A clear glazed slime covered over it. The shape of the chrysalis changed as the creature inside it shifted.
"Oh shit," he breathed sharply.
The hand grabbed and began to tear down the sides. A small leg pierced the bottom. Ichigo saw the little toes and the other arm that broke off on the other side.
"It's… human," he whispered.
The bottom surface of the chrysalis was weakening.
Should I turn back? Should I—
"Shit, it's going to fall," he voiced out as he ran under it.
The body fell out and Ichigo caught it. He collapsed from the sudden catch, with the creature landing safely on top of his chest.
The body of the purest white, with hair that dove deeper than the most sinister nights. Her small hands trembled as she tried to pull herself up.
Ichigo saw her face; the lips that curled and filled rosy red, the eyes that opened were pure violet; violet that colored the flowers of that great tree. Behind her were great folded wings that looked wrinkled and wet and soaked in that slime. It covered her entire body; heavy with the scent of that perfume. Shuddering, shaking shocked from contact with air and wind. His eyes trailed down to the exposed breast, small and tender; the sharp curve of her small waist.
This is all a dream right?
The girl looked at Ichigo. The first thing she's ever seen since the tree birthed her. Ichigo stared into her face, and after her vision focused more, she reached and rested her fingers to his lips.
His face flourished a crimson red. Realizing that he actually felt that touch that all this was real and not a dream?
"Wa—," he tried to speak but he didn't dare to move. Her index finger trialed across his bottom lip and she leaned closer. His eyes drooped drugged by her presence.
"Waa…" she repeated in a breath right in front of her face.
She shifted her spinly legs as she tried to get a hold of the ground. She failed and collapsed on top of him again, her face landing against his; her cheek brushing against his. As their faces moved, their lips met and they kissed. He dove his fingers through her wet hair. Ravenously he tasted her, confused on why he was acting this way, perhaps it was the flowers. They kissed and kissed, his tongue playing with hers. She bit his lip and her small hands rubbed against his chest furiously applying pressure grasping at the cloth.
Minutes flew and time passed like a blur. There on the unnaturally green grass they made love, entering into that ecstasy diving in that world. The flower petals fell, burying them. Both their voices rang out; moans that stretched out echoing in the scene in that deep deep forest. Wind blew lifting the leaves and the petals:
The name that rang clear in his ears. The name that her voice dragged in that tone at his ear.
Was the strange beautiful creature that trembled with every thrust he gave, going deeper and faster.
The voice that called out his name over and over and over and over again. As it all rose higher and higher, more deeper more harder.
The wings dried with the wind and now opened wide displaying it's design. The haunting sable spread as she rested on top of him. Hues of dark blue and violet highlighted different areas. That small fragile frame formed the middle accenting the wings. Ichigo gasped catching his breath. She looked down at him in so much wonder.
This is all a dream…
It must be…
Author notes: Yes, the end folks I'm sorry. I was really stuck when I finished... I had several possible senarios after this scene happens... But some time I might just make this into a chapter story but I have to finish some of the others that I have...