Antipode was of course listening to her thoughts. This was amusing. She was struggling now in a way she hadn't before. Resisting more than she had been before. There was good reason to block her memories, and he'd quite enjoyed the way she'd simply... let herself enjoy it, in the absence of those painful things. If she was new to this, he imagined, if she'd have had an experience much more like what she had without the memories. Not the same, naturally, and she might even feel ashamed in time, just like now. But she wouldn't be so negative about it. It was interesting, and he quite enjoyed seeing the difference in her mindset.

However, it was time to goad her forward, wasn't it?

Oh, just tell him what you're thinking already. Laughter in her mind. Antipode was laughing at her! Well, he was certainly enjoying himself, if no one else. The monster causing this to be was manipulating events. And now he'd goad her even more. Tell him how bad you feel for hurting his feelings. How afraid you are that you'll screw things up with words. Tell him your thoughts, and the things you're avoiding with such worry. Or I might tell him things in my own way. You might not like the way I tell it.

He was being cruel to her, in a sense. But he was actually enjoying this. Why allow the two of them to keep being so weird around each other? Though it'd slow things down a bit, he really enjoyed their interactions. Why not spur them on?

Ichigo, however, knew nothing of this, and as he moved close to her, his hands on her shoulders, moving then to her arms, he watched her, closely. He was thinking, he was a bit angry, and he felt like he needed to just do it. He was almost not noticing her shyness, her blushing and her sudden strange looks.

You say you're ashamed. Because it was something outside of any real feelings. Because it was something with an alien. Am I an alien to you, Shai? Will you be ashamed of yourself for allowing yourself to yield to me here? Will you be letting yourself enjoy it? I saw, of course, though not by my choice, how you were then. Without your memories, without all that you recall, all that you hated, you found yourself enjoying yourself greatly. You were unguarded.

He began pulling her down then, to her knees, and he was on his knees in front of her, in a brief moment.

You were unguarded, and you're right, uninhibited. I get the thought... that without those terrible things you'd respond such. What you hold as naivete, perhaps, and what you hold now as wisdom, are merely a prejudice based on things other than this. I suppose I'm hurt.

Where was the cordial being that had been there before? Why had Antipode changed, and begun goading her in such a manner? Why had he started to become more vicious, more cruel in his manner? He actually wasn't doing it on purpose, if that could be believed. He was having fun. He wanted to see what happened! He was less conscious of her fears, her worries, because he was actually rather self-centered. His form of play was something she was now taking as a lie. As a "true nature" when, really, it was no more or less true than his being cordial.

Besides. He could afford to affront her slightly. After all, he no longer needed to do anything. Whatever else, there was a slight bond there between Ichigo and Shai, and he only needed to step back (in a manner of speaking) and watch them do as he would have willed, to begin with. Still, her nearly violent, visceral reaction to his goads struck him with alarm. he was pushing too far. He was not human, and his feelings were not human in nature. Though his understanding was improving, his 'great feat' in creating Ichigo was more a matter of blind copying, than deep understanding.

Oh, dear. It appears I've pushed you too far, haven't I, Shai? Thought it might not matter, I apologize... I did not realize you'd respond so negatively, and I did not intend such a thing. I got rather carried away.

It might sound hollow to her ears, but he sounded apologetic. There was a bit of concern in the voice he gave, even, a hint of embarrassment? She'd even feel it as he gave her an emotion of his. Clearly his, not to be confused for her own. It was... embarrassment, definitely. He was sorry, and hoped to convey that. Yes, he was a monster, but he wasn't really meaning to act quite that rudely.

Yet even at the same time, Ichigo was watching her, seemingly oblivious to Antipode's talking and talking. He looked at her quite intently, rather intensely. And he took a deep breath. He stood, then, and watched her. He really didn't know what she meant, obviously, if his next words were any indication.

I suppose that whatever is true, I am an alien to you. How could I be anything else, considering my creation? So be it. Let's just... stop now, since for either of us to continue talking will probably make things more difficult.

He still sounded upset. But it was changing slightly. He was going to take her, whether she really wanted it or not. Wasn't this rape anyway, whatever he did? Well, then let it be rape. He moved to her, then, and kissed her. It was aggressive in a way it hadn't been before. His hands were on her again, but this time they weren't leaving. If she wanted to speak of anything else, she'd have to push him away slightly.

As it was, Antipode found it interesting, how Ichigo responded. Since he was, essentially, a normal if intelligent human male, it was a good case study for human psychology. He really could be amoral sometimes... he was selfish. Terribly so, even if he wasn't actually malevolent.

Ichigo didn't really notice her fear at this point. If he had, he might have acted differently... but right now he was fairly aggressive. Much moreso than before. His kiss broke quickly, and he took a deep breath. He looked up a moment, and spoke out loud.

I'm going to need a bed, I think. Make one. He spoke it out loud, and they'd both hear Antipode's response. A kind of gasping laugh, really. Surprise at the ardor and intensity Ichigo was giving at the moment. He relented, and, inexplicably, the room possessed a bed, now. A real one, not a tentacular one. It made sense. If Antipode could create a full human, it made sense if he could bring forth a mere bed.

Ichigo grasped the girl's hand, and guided her to that bed. It was a few yards away, and so he carefully, but insistently, moved her onto it. And he leaned over her, kissing her again. He watched her carefully, still clearly angry, still clearly aggressive.

But though she might fear what would happen, what did happen next might be a little less... upsetting. Maybe. His kiss moved from her face to her neck. He kissed her neck carefully, aggressively. Nibbled on it rather intently. He might even give her a hicky, by the time this was done. He didn't make her lay back. She could still be sitting up. But his hands were on her hands, now, holding them tight as his nibbling continued. It seemed, to be honest, that he was acting on this.

Ichigo didn't ignore her responses. She kept pulling away, tensing, reacting so negatively. This was how she really felt, it seemed. She distrusted him and disliked him. The rapport they'd gained before was gone entirely, and he had no belief that it'd come back. To tell the truth, he was really quite angry at the moment, and was going through this aggressively, not in the hope of doing anything to improve her mood ,but merely to do what he was to do. He was going to enjoy it, too.

He stopped toying with her neck. He noticed she was getting aroused again too. She might dislike him, but she could enjoy herself when it wasn't as terrible as it probably was in the past. He moved lower, then. He noticed how her legs were put together, her knees trying to hide her wetness. He smiled to himself grimly, and began to part her legs. It wasn't even very long after she did it. But he opened her legs, and for the first time, took a good look at her body.

I hope you understand if I don't do a lot of foreplay this time. I doubt you'd want to waste your time with it anyway. But even so, he began kissing her thigh. He started right above her knee, and began slowly kissing farther and farther up, towards her very center.

It was slow going, but he moved farther and farther. And as he reached the more sensitive parts of her inner thigh, he began nibbling again. As intently as he had done her neck. He was nibbling, his tongue moved against it. He was sucking and kissing against her. He had a feeling she was wet now, and as he moved a little closer he could taste her. It was pleasant, and he had to keep himself of thinking of the fact that he'd prefer to taste her again in the future. He actually would rather not.

Now, I was rude before, trying to get you to tell your thoughts. But you're really not going to, are you? It's irritating to watch you two, you know. I suppose I'll leave you two alone, though. Both of you. I'm off to another engagement anyway. Ichigo will take care of you, I'm sure.

Antipode was gone. And he wouldn't respond to either of them, because he literally wasn't there. He wasn't paying attention, he wasn't listening in. He wasn't reading either of their minds, or messing with either of them. Even Ichigo noticed, and stopped his teasing just when he was about to move forward. He looked up, a little concerned.

What? We're alone. He's gone... He frowned a little bit. He'd done this before, but never quite so much in the midst of things! He looked at Shai, watching her carefully, and took a deep breath. He began kissing her thighs again... starting over from the beginning, as it were. He spoke once more, before he went back, however.

If you have anything else to say, now's the time... I don't think you'll be able to say much at all after this. And so he started again from her other leg. Right above her leg it started... and the very process would go on from the beginning. And as he approached, he listened carefully. Any words? Any last things to say before he really began teasing her? He was curious, and was listening closely.

Ichigo was silent. Well, what did he expect, anyway? He looked up at her for a bit, and smiled, politely. But a little cooly. A little coldly, he regarded her. And he nodded, and spoke, rather quietly. But it took awhile, and he didn't talk for a little while. It was obvious, of course.

I realize. I never should have suggested you regain your memories. I think I regret it terribly now. And with that, before anything else could be said, he started over. Back to that first leg, he started kissing... and after a few kisses, looked over to her. Then moved forward. He was done teasing her. She might be saying things, but he'd listen to her body instead. He figured that would be a better signifier of her thoughts... or at least for the moment.

He kissed at her wet outer lips lightly, and quickly his tongue moved out. It began tracing agilely up and down her soft flesh, tasting of her cooling sex juices as his tongue moved. His head was now clearly between her legs, between her thighs, and she could feel his breathing on her clit, his tongue rubbing a little farther, a little deeper, every little while. Talk was done, and it seemed he was simply going to pleasure her for awhile.

Of course his tongue moved at a human speed. In fact, he had literally no abilities that a regular human didn't have. However... he used them very well. He'd been given knowledge, and that was the important thing, wasn't it? Experience. Ichigo didn't know the girl well, and had no clue as to her memories, but he figured she'd never been with a man quite like this... or at least not with such a skilled one.

His tongue was rubbing against her quickly, and was quickly roaming more and more... he wasn't nearly as meticulous, slow or teasing as he normally was, however. He was direct, his tongue moving quickly, skillfully, but directly. That tongue was quickly coming to focus on her clit, rubbing against it as well as he could. Her voice, as she so easily gave in, was curious. Her gasp was pleasant. He almost felt annoyed. She was giving in so easily even though she'd said such things? What was up with this girl? Still, most of them gave in, especially after what Antipode had put her through already, but it was usually a little less... immediate than this. Especially with all the recent hostility.

His hands moved higher after awhile. They trailed up her body, and he had to admit... he liked her body, whatever else was a fact. In fact... he had an inkling of what he'd like to do to it. Especially later. But for now, he was eating her out rapidly, toying with her as his hands moved up and found her breasts. Maybe he wasn't quite as good at touching her as she herself was, but the tongue more than made up for it, certainly.