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ANTHOLOGY

Higaisha – Victim

I

Written by Dragenruler

It was nebulous night. The bitterness stung his cheeks as the howling of the wind commenced, the darkness only surged against each other, there were no several of beautiful colours to entice him. He adored nights such as these, when not even one star dared to flicker or gleam. The bleak sky made him tremble with excitement.

Nights such as these were rare in Karakura; another scarce anomaly was what he was doing in Karakura Town… It was another tedious day of work here, the sharp and merciless winter made everything worse. He could not comprehend anything as he pushed harshly against the almost invisible brick-wall.

His black, sleek and skin-tight clothes could usually shelter him from his enemies, obscuring him from any onlookers. It was an idiotic, simple mission that was pathetic and below his standards but he needed to stay entertained…

He was one of the top thirteen, the best of his abilities! It was just supposed to be another foolish mission that his flimsy subordinates could accomplish without strife, but he, their leader could not! It was unacceptable! He would not allow such a thing and refused to meet back with his business partners cloaked in muck!

He grimaced, his features screeched of disgust. His arm fell limply against his body, droplets of blood cascaded down his open sinews, beading at the tips of his fingers before gracefully dripping onto the stony path of a forsaken alley. Everywhere he gazed upon his physique was concealed with blood and mud.

The target was easier than he expected, he was dead before Byakuya could even reveal his katana, but he underestimated that lowlifes bodyguards… He could feel the hilt of his katana pinching against his hip. Byakuya needed to move, desperately. The position made him stiff, his muscles coiled in pain as he tried to move his body, the open wounds bled profoundly.

A soft sigh escaped from him, they were still searching for him, the useless bodyguards, but he was in no condition to move. It would be malignant on his body if he tried to move hastily, or even just move. It could be a deadly situation if they caught up to him, or if they simply saw him. He would not be able to escape.

The streetlights above the abandoned alley flickered along with the rows of lights that roamed along the streets; the gleaming light wavered before letting the darkness consume it. Byakuya was now completely concealed in the bitterness of the night. A gentle sound of footfalls echoed throughout the hopefully empty streets.

A sly grin appeared across his enchanting features, someone was finally coming. The gentle footfalls easily told him it was a woman, someone he could overpower without any type of a struggle. He had the advantage even with his wounds… She was close, he could sense her presence, and it would be a swift move on his part.

It would be unacceptable if he allowed his damaged body to slow him. If Byakuya wanted to flee from the situation and most probably death, he needed to bolt. He swiftly curled his hand underneath his sleek shirt, his robust hand quickly clutched onto a small tantō. Byakuya gracefully and swiftly tugged it out of his shirt, placing it firmly against his leg as he waited.

He wanted to scoff arrogantly at how effortless it was going to be. It was the reason why he never chose women as targets, it would be obnoxiously easy. The Kuchiki Byakuya could not waste his precious time on something so idiotic! He was simply too valuable to do such mundane things, the mission would be terminated before it could be initiated.

Byakuya smiled lustfully, he adored what he did… It was why he was at the top of his job. His gaze narrowed when the thin and petite shadow that could only belong to a woman. His grip on the tantō tightened as the shadow moved closer towards the alley.

He moved swiftly, gracefully as the shadow moved. Byakuya was invisible, concealed by the night and the bitterness that his black clothes provided. He did not dare glance at the woman; she would soon notice him. His grin grew, the shadow lingered as the streetlights flickered again as the frail woman peeked into the alley, pondering.

Byakuya wanted to laugh at how easy she made it. If only this foolish girl knew what she was going to happen, she would've hastened away. He needed to move desperately, while she was stood gazing at him. His movements were swift as he shifted against the bitterness of the weather and the brick wall.

Byakuya curled his arm around her waists, rapidly tugging her against him and into the darkness. His robust hand was placed firmly against her stomach, forcing her to stay in place. He placed her flush against him as he pressed the tantō securely against her neck as he shifted his head against her ear, his breath coming out in pants across her ear.

"Anata ga himeiwoageru baai, watashi wa anata no nodo o kirudeshou…" Byakuya loved it when they trembled…

It was a bulky and knotty thing, pieces of rags that were poorly held together. It was a scandal for someone as wellborn as him to be witnessed in such a limited and ignoble dwelling… The apartment was dingy, obscure with sombre colours as a lonesome train droned pass the distorted and broken window, forcing the small room to rattle with vibrations.

He knew he was embellishing the state of the woman's edifice. The kitchen, it was foul looking with mottled grime that concealed the counter, a small-portable stove was displayed onto what he probably thought was their dinner table. The fridge seemed broken. Everything was covered in muck.

The living room was an en suite to the rest of the dwelling. That place looked filthier than the kitchen. An isolated couch sat in a corner, trying desperately to bring more life the already gloomy atmosphere. It was failing deplorably. Electronics were scarce throughout the tiny apartment. He only saw two closed doors, one which mostly led to the bathroom and the other, probably another room?

Analysing and scrutinizing his environment in a facile ease, it was an example of one of his specialities. His gaze drifted across the room inelegantly. A nebulous and maladroit atmosphere sheathed across the room, immersing him as he felt trembling hands pushing against his marred abdomen. He instantly become rigid, his grip on the small tantō tightened.

Byakuya would not allow himself to be such an easy target. His wounds could easily become fatal if she kept pressing onto his robust abdomen. His hand rapidly snaked towards her, tightly grasping her slender wrist as his fingers curled around it. He would not allow it to happen; he could not be killed by such a feeble woman.

"Sawaranaide." His voice was icy, bitter and made the woman stiffen in fear as she ogled at him. Byakuya peered at her through his long lashes, tresses of ebony-coloured hair drooped across his face. She was fair looking, not enchantingly beautiful and not horridly-appalling.

Her visage was modest, meek and extremely frail. He could easily consume and break her. She had billowy lips, kissable lips that had an elegant curve with high cheekbones and a celestial nose; the small nose sloped upwards at the tip, enhancing her cheeks. The most alluring feature was her eyes; they were a seductive amethyst-colour that shone throughout the dingy room.

Those eyes overwhelmed him, and made him pause in unspoken words as he ogled at her visage. "Do not touch me. I am not going to ask again." His sonorous voice echoed throughout the small room, as his grip on her fragile wrist tightened. "I can easily kill you, have you forgotten such a simple fact?" Byakuya cringed at the tormenting twinge in his arm as he tried to move it.

She swallowed harshly, sighing before she opened her billowy mouth. "I have not forgotten such a fact." Her gaze roamed across the room, before focusing onto the pulchritudinous tantō. "I am aware of the danger, and that I am a hostage…" She mumbled, twiddling with her fingers as she moved closer towards the stranger. "I am a nurse and wanted to check the state of your wounds. I was trying to help."

Byakuya grimaced, growling softly as he shifted the weight of his arm letting it slump off of the small bed. "Smart little girl." He whispered mockingly, "Trying to lower my defences. I need to trust you if you want to touch me, and you're not worthy of my trust." He mumbled his forceful grip on her wrist loosened as his body went slack.

"Your wounds need to be tended to! Blood loss and infection is a high risk, and with your wounds…" Her delicate voice was barely a whisper as her gaze roamed across his body, inspecting his marred body in worry. "I do not want something to happen to you! No one deserves the physical torment you must be going through. Let me help…"

She was a soft-spoken person, gentle and wanting to help everyone, such an easy thing to corrupt. "I do not need it." He grunted in anger and pain, he could feel the effects his mission had on his body and the exhaustion was absorbing him, forcing his body to become paralyzed. "Your effort is useless."

He could feel himself become heavy with sleep, it was refreshing. It felt like he was being absorbed into the bulky mattress. The smell of oldness and the filth of the place did not bother him anymore, and he could not help but ponder about the strange woman in front of him. She was innocent, helpful and kind.

He could not have chosen a more perfect target.

"No need to worry… No, everything is alright."

A meek voice echoed throughout the nebulous darkness. Various auras surged throughout the blinding darkness, before merging together gracefully forming the dreary tenebrosity. It was an astral atmosphere, the blinding specks of aura's flickered like stars as the darkness consumed everything in sight.

"Just stay for a while longer at the Kurosaki's… Rukia, please!"

The frail voice spoke again, softer and overly kind. The shadows of the darkness shifted violently as the specks of light began to flourish. It was an engrossing experience to witness as the light completely absorbed the darkness, forcing Byakuya to flex his fingers in anticipation. He sluggishly stirred his acute muscles.

"There is just a situation going on and I need you to stay away from the apartment. I am certain Kurosaki-san would love to have you there longer!"

The gentle lights turned uneven behind his closed eyes as he twisted himself away from the blinding auras. The dullness that consumed his body was slowly dissolving as he arduously opened his foggy eyes. A flashing light was meretricious as it shone through the dirty curtains, poorly concealing the light of day.

"No, Rukia, everything is fine! No need to worry! I do not want you mixed up with this!"

His fatigue immediately diminished when he acknowledged her tender voice echoing throughout the small dump. Was the girl an imbecile? Did she truly have a death wish? Did she think that he would hesitate to kill her if it was necessary?

"Listen to what you're told, just for once! Trust me, Rukia. I am your older sister, I know best!"

Byakuya quickly shifted away from the bed, scrambling away from the rotten rags that covered his body. When he quickly glanced towards his body, he froze… Now Byakuya was certain that she was a moron! He was concealed in bandages, neatly wrapped and the stench of disinfectant infiltrated the atmosphere as he stood calmly in the room…

She touched him!

"Rukia stop it! Do as you are told! Sayōnara…"

That little girl actually had the nerve to touch him! Byakuya was livid, that little girl actually dared to touch him without his permission! It was fucking unacceptable! Who did she think she was? He warned her, twice, and she still touched him… She was going to regret what she had done; he did not care if she tried to clean his wounds.

His grey-coloured orb like eyes rapidly roamed across the dingy room, his hand snaked towards his hip only to grab onto air. Byakuya almost grinned impishly at how brave this woman thought herself to be! He would force her into a tormenting death, filled with torture and cruelty… Was she such a moron that she truly thought that he would allow her to escape from what she had done? She reaped his weapons from him!

His body moved before he could command it. He was beyond comprehending what his mind was ordering his body to accomplish, truthfully he did not care. She could not hold him accountable for his actions, she brought it upon herself. That was why he never chose women targets, they were easy and always thought they were innocent with their actions.

Byakuya slipped smoothly and noiselessly though the room, slowly haunting towards the idiotic young woman. He could easily distinguish her physique when he twisted around the corner; a sly smirk formed at his thin lips. Byakuya quickly seized her, making the young girl shriek in shock as he twisted her body, quickly curling his hand around her neck. The phone slowly fell to the floor.

"I told you not to touch me…" He growled lowly, glaring as the girl trashed around nervously. Her hands quickly fled towards the hand constricting around her throat as she desperately tried to kick him. He lifted her higher, bringing his face closer as he whispered. "Do you honestly think that I would not squeeze the life out of you right here?"

He adored how her amethyst-coloured eyes widened in realization, clawing violently at his hand but he refused to let her breathe. It was a luxury she did not deserve; she took his weapons and could have easily maimed him. He would not allow such a thing to happen again… "Where are my weapons, idiot girl?"

Byakuya loosened his grip on her throat, making her choke out a sob as tears cascaded across her inflamed cheeks. He brutally threw her against the floor, forcing her head to hit against the dirty floor as she coughed viciously. She sucked in as much air as she could before he shifted her onto her back, firmly placing his body over hers as he grasped onto her wrists, securing them above her head.

"I'll only ask once more, little girl, where did you put my weapons?" He murmured across her face, his glare never ceased as he stared at the frightened girl. Byakuya abruptly shifted his whole weight onto the tiny girl, crushing her into the floor as his breath ruffled against her ear. "Do not make me choke you again…"

"I am extremely so-!" He grabbed onto her cheek bluntly, forcing her to gaze into his bitter eyes as he moved himself closer and whispered dangerously. "That is not what I asked of you…" Byakuya sluggishly roamed his nose across her face, smelling her fear as he enjoyed the soft sobs that she tried to hide.

Her body trembled vigorously against his as she desperately tried to tug her wrists free. His grip on her wrists only tightened at her futile attempts for freedom. "Stop struggling!" Byakuya growled, seething at her disobedience. His face twisted in fury. He quickly placed his face against her earlobe, his lips gently caressing her ear.

"Do you ever obey?" Byakuya harshly tugged at her ear, painfully biting the earlobe making her shriek in distress as she fiercely tried to escape his robust grip. "It… It's in the bathroom…" She stuttered, her crying got louder as his clutch loosened. "I was trying to clean it for you… You were already dirty and hurt, I… I just wanted to do you a favour…"

"A useless sentiment…" He growled, hastily pushing himself away from the trembling body. Byakuya gracefully stood; refusing to meet the frightened gaze of the young girl as he strode towards what he thought was the bathroom. She had hopefully learned her place because now he had to wash his mouth out…

"Do not disobey me again."

"Your tea…" Her tender voice echoed throughout the tiny apartment, forcing him to gaze upon her tenebrous, beautiful glass like eyes. The teacup shook violently in her quivering hands as she tried to gracefully place the small cup before his judging eyes. He could hear her harsh swallowing as she clumsily settled the cup in front of him.

The young girl eagerly shifted away from him, forcing him to frown… It was an unknown emotion, and he instantly loathed it. She was not the most beautiful, but gazing at her frightened face she deserved to be able to smile freely. It was a shame, and he suddenly got the urge to try and make her smile. What a pathetic notion!

She took a seat on the icy floor as the flicker of lights shone across her head, trying to keep a distance from him. The girl bowed her head, knowing it would be improper to gaze upon him. "I must apologize…" She mumbled, almost incoherently. Byakuya took the cup, harmoniously sipping at the tea. "Hisoka-sama…"

Byakuya elegantly lifted an eyebrow at the name. That was interesting, why on earth would she call him such a degrading name? "Why would you call me that?" He murmured peacefully, slowly trying to analyse her movement, but she refused to move or look at him. It made him angry, but that was another foolish concept.

"Well… I do not know your name…" She whispered, slowly lifting her head to look at him but she still refused to gaze upon his eyes. "I just thought that I should probably call you by a name, but if you find it insulting… I could call you by something else?" She muttered, slowly lifting her arm towards her head. "I know you would never give me your real name."

"You are correct…"

She beamed dazzlingly at him as she shied her gaze away modestly. Byakuya smirked playfully at her humble gesture, she truly was as innocent as she seemed. "Alright… I'll just call you Hisoka-sama." He wanted to disagree with her, because it was a horrendous name but he could allow it for a while. "Yukimura Hisana…"

"Excuse me?" Byakuya asked, clearly puzzled at what the woman said. The girl giggled brazenly at his confused visage. His frown deepened as he gazed at her giggling face as she desperately tried to hide her fits of giggles behind her hand. "My name, silly…" She murmured through a few giggles. "I am Yukimura Hisana. You won't give me your name, but at least I can give you mine…"

"Names hold power…" His rich sonorous voice echoed throughout the tiny room as he glanced at her before placing the cup onto the ground. It was disgusting, but he had no other option. "It was idiotic for you to give your name to me." Byakuya glanced back to her smiling face, amusement written all over it.

Hisana frowned, gently lowering her hands and twiddling with her fingers as she glanced away from him. "You might be right, but you already have a lot of power over me. A name would mean nothing to you." She whispered, slowly lifting her gaze but refused to stare into his eyes. "My name would mean nothing."

Byakuya smiled comically, but did not reply. It would be futile, because she was once again correct. It was an elegant name, it did not fit the dirty girl that sat in front of him, but it was a beautiful name. Hisana sighed as she shifted her weight onto her hands and pushed herself clumsily into a standing position.

"Can I take a look at your wounds?" She asked as she moved closer towards him, gently situating herself next to him on the ghastly couch. "The bandages probably need changing and I do not want your wounds to get infected… If I am allowed?" Hisana twiddled with her fingers nervously as she stared away from him.

Byakuya grimaced as he peered at her. It was a bad idea, he loathed when strangers touched him… It was unnecessary. He unnoticeably shifted his body, the tormenting pain rippled throughout his body but he refused to show his discomfort. She was right… He had to acknowledge the truth.

He was no medic, but he knew when he needed medical attention and if he had to be completely honest… The wounds he acquired during his last mission were severe and it was probably for the best if he allowed her to rewrap his wounds. He sighed softly, slowly running a hand through his long tresses. "I see no reason why not?"

She smiled beautifully, it made him queasy… Hisana moved closer towards him, gently caressing his arm, her touch was hesitant and it made him sigh silently. Her enchanting eyes flickered with doubt as she pushed against his arm. "I need you to lie down and take off your shirt, if you will… Hisoka-sama…"

Byakuya enjoyed the way she addressed him… Master…

"I'll be right with you… I need to get bandages, ointment and disinfectant and Hisoka-sama can get more comfortable." Byakuya frowned deeply as he stared at the young girl. The couch was revolting and odious and he loathed the thought that his bare back would touch such a repugnant thing, but he complied.

Hisana smiled awkwardly as she lifted her body away from the uncomfortable couch and moved towards the bathroom, quickly vanishing behind the corner. Byakuya sighed, slowly lowering his gaze towards his lap as he shifted his body against the couch. He hastily hauled his shirt off of his body, neatly folding it before placing it besides his legs.

Byakuya slowly tried to relax… It was a futile attempt; a stranger was going to touch him on a bulky couch. Truthfully, she did not seem to want to poison him. She was too reluctant and scared, but he already overpowered her. Byakuya did not have to worry, she was the perfect hostage; helpful and caring.

She would make a good wife…

"Are you an assassin?" Her soft voice murmured her physique slowly sinking into the cushions of the couch. Hisana knew asking such a thing while sitting next to Hisoka-sama was a fatal action. She twiddled with her fingers again; it was a terrible habit but something she could not stop when she was nervous. "It is just… Your weapons and your wounds…"

Hisana silently peered at the handsome and robust man that sat beside her. He was terrifying and could easily overthrow and kill her, but a notably bewitching specimen. When she gazed upon him, it made her mindless and doubtful. She knew she was nothing more than a hostage that would never change…

She was an idiot.

Hisana was deathly afraid of him, but he was so secretive and powerful. It was something she never experienced before in a man and it was seductive. What she was doing was incongruous of her, being a victim, and trying desperately to aid him with his wounds and to make him uncomfortable in her tiny and repulsive apartment.

She was not oblivious. Hisana saw how he scrutinized her small apartment, and she knew he was disgusted by how she survived. If she could have afforded to move her and her baby sister to a better neighbourhood, she would… She was also disgusted by the dingy place, but it was better than living on the streets again.

The silence was deafening… Hisoka-sama could not just ignore her, could he? It would be tremendously rude for someone as noble as him. He was wellborn, it was palpable. His long raven-coloured hair gleamed lusciously and his piercing grey-coloured eyes blazed with pride. The atmosphere and actions he carried around were aristocratic.

"I cannot answer that." His voice was bitter, but held a melodious quality to his sonorous vocalization. She could clearly see his icy eyes glaring at her. It made her quiver in anticipation… It was another foreign emotion he forged within her and it made her lust to feel his hands on her, inflicting pain on her…

"You cannot or will not?" Hisana asked, calmly swallowing the dread that was rapidly developing in her stomach. She peered at him through her long lashes, before she turned her head to face him with a manipulating frown. "I know nothing of you, not even your name and yet, you know so much about me…"

"Do not lie."

Hisana giggled her eyes bright with laughter as she ogled at his face. "But, Hisoka-sama, why would I lie?" She sluggishly shifted closer towards his physique, her soft giggles calmly diminished as she placed a hand on top of his bandaged arm, her fingers lazily caressing his concealed wound. "I have no reason to lie…"

Her face was flushed in embarrassment. She was too modest to try and capture the enticing man's attention. Hisana had travelled too far into the unknown, and it was agonizing. His gaze never faltered as he stared at her, probably waiting for her to abandon his personal space. Hisana wordlessly obeyed the orders that his visage screeched at her.

"Are you a masochist?" Byakuya brutally grabbed onto her hand, tugging her body closer towards his. "Do you want me to hurt you?" His lips moved gently as his face progressed towards her ear, whispering. "Do you like it when I hurt you?" He bit harshly onto her ear as his grip on her tightened.

"I do not know…" She gasped out…

Hisana murmured his false name in a breath. Byakuya quickly tugged her face towards his. His lips thawed against hers, viciously ravaging her lips as he pushed his eager tongue into her awaiting mouth. Hisana wanted to giggle in blithe, his lips were perfect and firm, something she has never experienced before.

She desperately moved her lips against his as she tried to tug him closer. Hisana pressed her body firmly against his as she hiked her legs around his waist. This was the unknown, and it fascinated her…

Byakuya's grip tightened, bruising her wrists as he forced her hands against the couch. He ruthlessly shoved his pelvis against hers, forcing Hisana to moan in pain. His hands loosened around her wrists, hastily and seductively roamed down her arms towards her throat before his fingers curled around her throat, gently suffocating her. Hisana groaned in pleasure…

"Do not lie…"

Her tiny physique scuffled across the kitchen, trying be to extremely quiet. Her frail hands quickly grabbed onto a bowl and the milk bottle, hastily placing it onto the counter as she tugged at a box of cereal. She rapidly poured the cereal and milk into the bowl, grabbing onto a spoon and hurriedly moved towards the empty couch.

She instantly made herself comfortable, recklessly eating her food as she stared at the unusually closed door. It was noteworthy; her Ane never closed her door… It was abnormal and made her worry, but her sister was probably old enough to do what she wanted. Her sister was probably old enough to lie to her…

Rukia sighed as she silently placed the bowl on the ground, her gaze never wavering from the closed door. Her older sister was hiding something. Hisana never raised her voice to Rukia; she adored and loved Rukia too much. Rukia instantly knew that something was amiss and ensured that she would only give Hisana the previous night.

A soft sigh escaped from the young girl as she leaned into her hand, waiting. It was still early in the morning and her sister should have already started her morning routine… Nothing made sense. Everything was amiss. The rooms were still neatly dirty, except for the small cup that sat beside her bowl.

Her gaze roamed across the rooms, slowly analysing everything. She peered towards the closed door again; her smile grew as the doorknob lazily twisted. The door noiselessly opened, slowly exposing an almost nude man. A fiery blush sheltered Rukia's face as she peered at the man. Her body shot up from the couch, her finger pointing rudely towards the strange man.

"I knew it!"

TBC

Anata ga himeiwoageru baai, watashi wa anata no nodo o kirudeshou – If you scream, I'll cut your throat.

Sawaranaide – Do not touch me.

Sayōnara – Goodbye

Hisoka – Secretive, Reserved

Yukimura – Snowy Village

Ane – Older Sister

A/N:

Ages

Byakuya – 23

Hisana – 21

Rukia - 10

I know Byakuya has some mood swings! Oh, and this one is going to be a two-shot story!

This should've been out weeks ago, but since I got stuck with two days trying to fix my computer and fix the infinite boot loop that it made, after trying everything my three years of an IT degree gave me, nothing worked and I had not reinstall.

It did not help much that I needed to pack and that got in my way.

Oh, and for you fans that read Castigation and Hajimari, someone else is also going to die… Not just Hisana.

I do take requests in this one-shot story. I'll tell you the few stories there will already be: Doctor/Nurse, Arabian Nights, Japan's Two Top Famous Singers, Movie Star/Waitress, Teacher/Student, Lawyer/Rape Victim, Doctor/Patient and if you want to see something else, let me know and I'll add it to the list!

Five Reviews get me going!

~Dragenruler

P.S: If you like my writing and ByaHisa, please go read Castigation and Hajimari.