It's been a long time since I wrote something, but re-reading this story, I felt it needed to be rewritten, my skills are much more improved now. It was my first fanfiction, so I have a special affection for it. I hope past readers will find a better development for the story, and I hope new readers will find it amusing. Mature content, swearing, violence, hints of non-con. Please, enjoy it :)


After all, she had to admit it. She was lost in Las Noches. There was no trace of friends or foes... She was all alone, going through the long corridors, staggering.

The black haired Shinigami had been fighting the Novena Espada and almost died in battle, but she managed to survive and keep searching for her friends. She was wounded, tired and felt sick, but she had to find them, to find and rescue Inoue, to face Aizen, to save the Soul Society...

The petite Shinigami was so absentmindedly to feel that huge reiatsu on time... It was too late to hide. She was in no condition to fight, but she couldn't help but to confront the owner of that strangely familiar reiatsu.

Surprise filled her violet eyes when a tall and well-formed man with blue spiky hair appeared, wearing a big smile, staring at her intensely. He walked towards her. Rukia stepped back instinctively, her hand searching for her Zanpakutou.

She had a bad feeling... a very bad feeling about this...

'Why the hell are you staring at me like that?' Rukia's eyes were full of hatred, trying to recall what that Arrancar had done to her recently. While in a mission with Kurosaki Ichigo, that man had attacked her twice and she couldn't defend herself in either one or another. Kuchiki Rukia could barely remember it, as it happened all of sudden.

'Well, well, lil' Shinigami' Grimmjow teased her, getting closer to Rukia, who was stepping back as he approached her. 'So we meet again' A huge smirk crossed his face, making him look much more dangerous and sadistic.

Rukia stopped as her back hit the wall. She lifted her sword then, trying to keep that blue-haired man away from her.
Grimmjow chuckled, enjoying her fear... Surely she was feeling his power... and she'd feel so weak... The Shinigami was all bruised, yet she looked strangely beautiful, with her messy hair, her torn clothes, and her deep violet-blue eyes piercing him like daggers.

'Shit, bitch, you look so fucking hot, did cha know that?' The Sexta Espada said, licking his lips viciously. 'You know I've been thinkin' 'bout ya since the day I stabbed you with my bare hand!' he confessed, getting dangerously close to the Shinigami.

'Don't move, hollow' Rukia warned him, raising her sword until it touched Grimmjow's jaw.

Suddenly, he was so infuriated that his reiatsu greatly increased. Instinctively, Rukia covered her face, protecting it against the wind, full of sand and pebbles.

'Don't you dare to call me hollow again, bitch, or you'll regret it...' The Espada threatened her, attempting to take her Zanpakutou by the edge with his bare hands.

Rukia reacted immediately.

'Tsugi no mai. Hakuren!'

Grimmjow was caught off guard and couldn't dodge the icy attack.

'Tsk, stupid hollow' Rukia changed her position to start another dance with Sode No Shirayuki. She was going to make sure this Espada wouldn't bother anyone else with his sadistic ways of fun...

'I've told you not to CALL ME HOLLOW FUCKIN' BITCH!' The Espada bawled with all his might. The ice that imprisoned him broke into thousand pieces. Rukia's eyes were wide in shock. She wasn't expecting he'd get out that easily. 'Too bad' stated the man with deep blue eyes, grabbing her head with steel fingers, soon feeling her blood coming out, leaking his hand.

Before she could react, Rukia was brutally thrown away. She heard how Grimmjow guffawed while flying across the aisle. Her head was about to being crushed against the wall, but the blue haired man held her ankle at the very last second, and then slammed her against the floor.

'Aaaaah...' she didn't want to show any sign of pain, but failed when Grimmjow lifted her and tossed her against a broken wall, which completely fell down after the crash. Grimmjow was grabbing her hakama's collar, so she didn't fall down like the wall did. But she was about to pass out, feeling all dizzy, warm blood covering her head and her back... Where the hell had ended her Zanpakutou?

'It's useless, bitch. You're totally defeated... I can do wha'eva I want to ya'. Grimmjow was truly enjoying the sensation of subduing the proud, beautiful and fragile-looking Shinigami. He admitted to himself she was awakening his most sadistic and vicious side... He could barely control himself... he just wanted to grab her neck, rip her clothes and fuck her wildly until she was passed out.

Rukia looked up and met his gaze... Determination of not to show fear was printed in her cold eyes. Grimmjow noticed it, and he had to admit that she was a hard nut, despite her appearance.

Well, that was good, he thought, if so, she would endure all he had for her...

'Little Shinigami' he said, almost softly. 'We are goin' to have so much fun, aren't we?'

'M-my n-name is K-Kuchiki Rukia, Arrancar, not little S-Shinigami' she stammered, fighting to stay conscious. Her dizziness was increasing, making her sleepy and confused. 'It's cold', she thought, 'don't close your fucking eyes Kuchiki Rukia, keep stand...'

'Cool, Rukia' he pronounced her name with lust. 'I'm Grimmjow Jaeggerjaques. Nice to meet ya, I guess'. He blinked an eye playfully.

Rukia was about to respond him sarcastically, but he suddenly gave her a rough kiss, almost not allowing her to breathe, invading her cavity with his long tongue, still holding her hakama's collar, so she wouldn't fell backwards.

That was too much for the Kuchiki girl.

She recovered some of her strength for a moment and slapped him across the face violently, making his head turn to the left.
He was astonished, not expecting her reaction, yet his cheek was paining, so she had used a lot of strength to hit him like that.
So Lady Shinigami was unpredictable... Funny thing, he thought grinning.

Rukia was about to escape now that he was dumbfounded. Unfortunately her strength had reached the highest level she could endure due to her physical condition. Rukia faded in slowly motion, rolling on the floor unconscious. She left blood prints in the place she'd fallen. The scene was disturbing, and the blue haired man standing quietly, watching how she blacked out, was making all darker and disheartening.

Fortunately no one had witnessed the scene... Or so they thought. In Las Noches, everything was recorded by its CCTVs. A silver-haired observer, with a disturbing smile, was enjoying a lot, watching that pure an untainted bitch he hated so much, suffering like hell...