Hello everybody, thank you for reading my fanfic! A few things first: This story takes place in an AU, i.e. modern day. Also, as you will see shortly, the main character's personality is pretty drastically different from normal. I tried to keep a few things the same, but for the sake of this fanfiction, he's going to be acting different.
If you recognize the title, that's because this is based off of the song SPICE! by Kagamine Len. Go Google it, if you don't know it. There are going to be some similarities between this fanfic and the song. However, there will be differences (of course). I'm sure plenty of other people have done fanfic based off of the song, but I assure you that I have not read any of them. If there are similarities betewen my fanfic and other stories, they are purely coincidental.
This is rated M for cursing, sexual content, and possible lemon in later chapters. Ye have been warned.
Chapter I; Cross My Heart
Ring, ring, ring.
That was the sound that regretfully dragged me from the clutches of sleep.
Ring, ring, ring.
I reached out blindly towards the source of the noise, finally grabbing the offending object. Slowly sitting up, I let the cell phone ring once more, an amused smile playing on my lips as I read the caller ID. Finally flipping it open, I brought it to my ear, keeping my voice as smooth as silk when I spoke. "You do know that at 4 A.M., most people are sleeping, right?"
"Shut up, you bastard. Where the hell are you? Are with another woman?" Her words were sharp and accusatory, leaving no room for any games. Hah. I could have laughed at how indignant she sounded.
"Of course not, Rangiku. Some new evidence was discovered, so they called me to take a look. The sight was an hour away, so I'm crashing at a friend's house for the night."
There was a pause on the other end as Rangiku apparently debated on whether or not to believe me. "Which friend?" she asked hesitantly.
"Do you remember Abarai Renji? He's the detective on the case. We frequently work together."
There was another pause, and before she could say anything else I added, "You know, you're the only woman for me."
"Really?"
"Of course," I said easily. "I love you and you alone."
She breathed out a sigh of relief, clearly at ease. "I love you too, Byakuya. I'm sorry I doubted you. Don't work yourself too hard, I don't want you to be too tired for me," she purred.
"I'll never be too tired to spend time with you." Immediately after saying this, I moved the phone away from my ear, anticipating the high-pitched giggle on the other end. After a moment, I put the phone back to my ear just in time to hear her say, "-you get some rest! Good night, Byakuya. Sweet dreams."
"Only if they're filled with you. Good night, Rangiku."
I hurriedly disconnected the call after, just as the sheets beside me began moving. Quietly, I put the phone back down on the desk just as the woman beside me slowly swam into consciousness.
"Were you talking to somebody?" she asked groggily.
Her hair spilled across the bed sheets, the city lights casting an interesting glow on its purple color. I couldn't help but reach out and lightly grasp a lock of her hair, twirling it lightly between my fingers. The lock slid out of my reach as she sat up beside me, her hands keeping the blanket at her chest.
"Are you going to answer my question or not?"
I shrugged simply. "It was work related."
One corner of her lips began curving upward in a smile. This was odd – she always did that when she was amused.
She must have seen my scowl because she laughed that carefree laugh at me, throwing her head back as she did so. "You really think I'm that stupid?"
Again, I frowned. "What, you think I'm lying to you?"
A wicked grin appeared on her face. "Byakuya Kuchiki, I know how you are. How you really are. You don't have to play games with me – I know you have other lovers. I also know that you were talking to one of them on the phone."
Before I could even open my mouth to protest, she placed one of her long, delicate fingers on my lips, silencing me.
"Please Byakuya, that obnoxious ring tone of yours probably woke up the people in the next room."
She removed her finger and crossed arms, still managing to keep that sheet covering herself. For a few seconds, all I could do was stare at her as she continued to smile that wicked grin at me, waiting for my response.
Instead, I grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and brought her forward where my lips crashed into hers. She responded accordingly, and when we finally pulled away, I couldn't help the victorious smile that spread across my lips. Her hands had left the sheet that she had been clutching to her chest, which left her breasts uncovered for my gaze.
Realizing that I was staring, she boldly put her hands on her waist and stuck out her chest even further. "Like what you see, Byakuya?" A little wiggle accompanied this question.
I couldn't help but throw back my head as a roar of laughter ripped through me. Any other woman would have thought that I was laughing at them, but instead her laugh soon accompanied mine when a snort suddenly broke through her laughter.
I raised my hands to my mouth in a mock gasp. "Yoruichi, that was very unladylike of you," I chided.
She flipped her purple hair at me, the motion causing her breasts to move in a delightful fashion. "Oh, please. As if you care, Byakuya. Now if you're done ogling my boobs, can I go back to sleep?" She must have noticed the look I gave her, because she rolled her eyes and began settling back down into bed. "And by sleep, I mean without your greedy hands all over me. Besides, you really do need to get some rest. Now sleep already before I have to make you sleep."
Wasn't I lucky to have her? That was my Yoruichi Shihoin, a woman who didn't give a damn what anybody thought of her. This fact was immediately made evident from the very moment you laid yours eyes on her – her purple hair and gold-colored eyes, that is. I don't even know why I tried to hide my other lovers from her - she didn't care who else I slept with. Hell, she probably had other lovers beside myself as well and I was perfectly fine with that. But still, she was so willful and independent that it was almost a wonder why she even slept with me.
'Almost' being the keyword in that sentence.
I couldn't help myself when I leaned forward and placed a light kiss on her forehead.
"Good night, Yoruichi."
She rolled away from my touch, but not before I saw the smile on her face. Satisfied, I slid down in the protection of the blankets and basked in the warmth of my lover's body.
"Eeek, Bya-nii! Help me!"
"What? What's wrong!"
"Bya-nii! Bya-nii! Hurry!"
"Oh, you silly girl, it's just a spider."
"But it's scary!"
"You don't have to worry, because as long as I'm here, nothing will be able to harm you."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Cross your heart?"
"I cross my heart and hope to die."
I jolted upright in bed, confusion running rampant through me. The faint silhouette of a girl lingered in my vision as the feeling of a fresh breeze flowed over my body. This sensation lasted all of a heart beat before the sound of my phone ringing completely tore the image out of my mind. Irritated, my hand snapped toward the cell phone, quickly turning off the alarm. It was 6:00 A.M. I only had two hours of sleep after my phone call with Rangiku, although it only felt like it had been 30 seconds since I had that dream…
What the hell did I dream about anyway?
Stumbling out of bed, I threw a pillow in Yoruichi's direction to wake her up as I lumbered toward the bathroom. Normally, I would have invited her into the shower with me, but I just wasn't in the mood this morning.
Shocking, I know.
But for some reason, that dream bothered me. Why couldn't I just remember already?
As I soaked away under the relaxing jets of wonderfully warm water, I decided to forget about it. It was just a dream, after all. Sure, dreams were supposed to be messages from your subconscious or whatever, but what was the point if I couldn't even remember them?
"Hurry up already! Jeez Byakuya, you shower longer than most women!"
Although she wouldn't be able to see it, I couldn't help the smug grin on my face. "Then why don't you come and join and me?"
"Hell no! Then I'll definitely be late for work!"
Laughing audibly, I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist as I grabbed another one for my hair. As soon as I opened the bathroom door, Yoruichi shoved me outside and rushed in, slamming the door behind her. Was she really that late for work?
Lingering for a moment, the sound of the toilet seat being slammed open answered my question. "Aw, Yoruichi, I thought you were better than lying to me? If I knew you had to make a number one, I would have gladly let you in the bathroom while I showered," I teased, stifling my laughter.
"Shut up! What kind of sick-o listens to people while they piss anyway! You fucking creep, go away!"
Laughing as I walked off, I casually tossed the towel around my waist to the ground, knowing that I had enough time to change before Yoruichi got out of the bathroom. My suit case was carefully packed with my work clothes for that day: a cream colored suit with a sky blue dress shirt, and with a nice tie and some expensive shoes, I was good to go.
Well, except for my hair. It was times like these (i.e. every morning) that I almost wished I listened to everybody else and got a haircut. My hair rivaled those of most women, seeing as it reached past my shoulders and my bangs neared my chin. But my pride and stubbornness kept me from cutting my hair, despite all the criticism I received for it. If it wasn't for the talent I had for my job, no company would have even let me past their lobby after one look at me.
But, I did have talent. A shitload of it, actually. And besides, it was only on a professional level that people were bothered by my hair. The ladies absolutely loved it.
As if on cue, Yoruichi waltzed out of the bathroom and buzzed right by me. The towel she had wrapped around her body looked as if it was about to fall any moment, unable to contain the bundles on her chest. Resisting the impulse to slip her towel off (she wouldn't have minded anyway – actually, she might have thanked me for helping her out so she could change faster), I considered drying my hair with the hairdryer and decided against it. It would dry just fine on the car ride back home.
"See ya later," Yoruichi called as I was leaving.
"Sure."
I had already paid for the room and Yoruichi would check out once she left,sd so I left the hotel in no rush with plenty of time to get back home. On the phone earlier, I had told Rangiku that I was an hour away from home.
That was a blatant lie.
The hotel I had gotten wasn't too expensive (at least, not on my salary) with a beautiful view of the New York City lights at night. It was also a mere ten minute walk back to my place.
It was still too early for any heavy traffic so I was able to make it back home without having to fight through crowds of people or cut across streets filled with taxis bumper to bumper, although I'm not always this lucky.
As I entered the building, the receptionist at the lobby greeted me with familiarity and I gave him a curt nod in return. In the elevator, I inserted my key into a little slot and pushed the button that would take me to the top floor. To my penthouse.
If anything, the life of a talented lawyer is a damn good one.
Getting off the elevator, I let out a sigh of relief at the fact that the lights were still off. That was good. Walking silently through my home, I gave everything a quick look around just to make sure things looked ok and that I hadn't been robbed while I was away, but everything looked fine. I walked up the stairs and paused at the front of a door, listening. As quietly as I could, I turned the knob and opened the door a crack, peeping inside. A moment later I was inside the room, gazing at the figure that was sleeping soundly on the bed.
On the desk adjacent to the bed were several pictures, most of them containing myself along with her, both of us smiling happily and significantly younger. I picked one up and stared at the image of a younger-me giving her a piggy-back ride. Even though this picture had been taken several years ago, I could still remember the very moment when this picture was taken. She was wearing a new white sundress – one that I had bought for her – and even though I said she shouldn't ride on my back while she was wearing it, she insisted anyway.
I put the picture back down on the desk and leaned over the girl in the bed. Gently, I brushed away a strand oh hair away from her face. Nowadays, it was only when she was asleep that she looked so peaceful. Recognition suddenly sprang to life in my mind, as the memory of my dream earlier brought itself into the light.
"Cross my heart and hope to die? Yeah, right. I couldn't even protect you."
I leaned forward and kissed her forehead lightly, as if she would break any moment. My words were barely audible, even to myself.
"Will you ever forgive me, Rukia?"
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