Spider-chan: Believe it or not, this fic actually was conjured up in my mind while obsessively listening to Rhianna's "Disturbia". Odd. And I am a typical IchiRuki gal, but I'm not very faithful to it, seeing as I also love KaiRuki, AshiRuki, and now obviously HichiRuki (even though it resembles IchiRuki a lot..). End of rant.

I don't own Bleach. (But how do I wash my whites, you ask? I'll never tell!)

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They had been happening a lot more as of late. These dreams, or one should say, nightmares, had been plaguing Rukia for what seemed to her as weeks at a time. Their patterns had started out slow, the first had begun months ago and only occurred once every so often, then, they began to haunt her much more rapidly. From every few weeks to every night, images flooded her subconscious, making her dread sleeping with each passing day.

In the beginning, they were hard to decipher. They had started out as slow-paced blurs, none of which Rukia could recall afterwards; and yet, she always remembered waking up in that cold perspiration.

As they began to take place more often, Rukia had found that the events in her dreams had become more and more vivid. She discovered that the contents of these dreams had been dark and lustful, filling her mind with sinister desires and taunting her weakness of giving in to their dirty demands.

They all began the same. It would be pitch black all around except for a demonic air that writhed about and sent chills down her spine while a shrouded, demonic creature appeared in the form of a man. Somehow, someway, she never fought back against the man's aggressions. She would recollect the feeling of being held in his arms tightly, possessively, whilst he would place trails of heated kisses down the length of her neck, leading to her chest. He would handle her fragile body, rubbing his hands across her hips and the curves of her sides, stroking his thumbs against the hardened nubs that protruded from her breasts, simultaneously whispering in a gruff voice things along the lines of her belonging only to him and that deep down, he recognized that she loved him. Though she gave no objections to such statements, she didn't believe them to be entirely true.

Eventually, he would end up inside of her, their bodies interlocking in a hot, twisted sort of passion. He would move inside of her, make her moan in deep pleasure; all the while nipping at her neck and making bruises that marked his 'territory' that was her body. As far as the rest went, it was all distorted memories of sinful attraction towards this stranger. However, there was one thing that she could always make out about this corrupt creature, man, whatever he was. He looked exactly like Ichigo…

Yes, that much was certain. He resembled Ichigo in such a frightening way, that many times after she awoke from her dreams, the very sight of Ichigo made her body quiver. He had piercing, golden eyes, ashen skin, spiky, white hair, and a very chilling voice. Actually, when thought about, the stranger was a big contradiction to what Ichigo was actually like. But still, there was a resemblance…

Rukia shook her head back and forth, ridding herself of her musings as she hesitantly laid down to rest. Maybe she would get lucky and tonight would be a rift in the nightly pattern…

I certainly hope so… She thought as she adjusted her head on her pillow. Just before she closed her eyes, as if it would offer her some sort of protection, she checked to make sure that Ichigo's closet door has been shut all the way. It was.

Somehow, it still doesn't help. She allowed her eyes to droop close before silently praying to herself that tonight wouldn't be another fretful, sleepless night.

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Spider-chan: Wells, that's it for now. I'll write the next chapter with Rukia's nightmare and such if people actually like this…