Hello! Uhm, I don't really know what say, this story will be pretty fucked up, so if you're easily triggered, please don't read. Also, I've purposefully made Rukia's character extremely immoral and dislikable, so I apologise for that, it just fits the story. Rukia is the light of my life and fire of my loins, okay, don't get me wrong. I adore every bit of her existence. Also, I don't condone pedophilia in the slightest, this story is not supposed to romanticise it. Oh, does anybody even read Bleach fanfictions anymore? Whatever, I've had this idea in my mind and even though I've never been confident in my writing in the slightest, I decided to post it, I don't even know. Anyways, if you read this, please leave a review, even if it's a negative one, I appreciate constructive criticism. English is also not my first language so please excuse any grammatical/punctual errors.
Triggers : Sexual content, Pedophilia, Violence, Language, Eventual mentions of Mental illnesses and self-destruction.
Disclaimer : I don't own Bleach, its characters, nor the concept of the book "Lolita". They respectively belong to Tite Kubo and Vladimir Nabokov. Oh and the song lyrics I might use as well, I'll credit the artist underneath. And I couldn't find the owner of the cover image, I'm really sorry.
Oh, lots of lemons ahead, first chapter included. I seriously suck a writing them but I thought they'd be appropriate for the story so... Bear with me, I apologise.
'I'm sorry but I fell in love tonight, I didn't mean to fall in love tonight.
You're looking like you fell in love tonight. Can we pretend that we're in love?'
- "Is there somewhere", Halsey
"What're you doin', Daddy?"
Byakuya lifted his head from the paperwork and furrowed his brows in annoyance. 'Will I ever get to work in peace?' There, by the doorframe, stood his disturbance. A petite, raven-haired girl, clad in only a pink summer dress. She had this all too familiar mischievous look in her big violet eyes, a sly smirk appearing on her face as she got the red heart-shaped lollipop out of her mouth.
"I thought I told you not to call me that."
Byakuya was pissed, to say the least. Will this girl ever find a hobby? Focus on school, maybe? Anything, as long as she stops pestering him. He watched cautiously as she moved her pale slender legs towards his desk, leaning against it and swiftly lifting herself up to sit on top.
"Why?"
She asked with feigned innocence, swinging her tiny feet back and forth, occasionally taking another lick of her lollipop. By now, her lips were swollen and tinted red. Byakuya had to admit though, the girl was a goddamn tease. And for some reason, he knew she was doing it purposefully. 'What the fuck is wrong with her?'
"Because I'm not your dad." Byakuya retorted, gripping his pencil hard enough to snap it in half. "Now, kindly get off of my desk and go play with your dolls. I have work to do."
"Technically, you are my dad. You married my mom, after all. And besides…" She took another long lick at her cherry-flavoured lollipop, without breaking eye contact even for a second. "… playing alone is no fun. Wanna play with me?"
A vein popped out on his forehead as he gritted his teeth, mentally cursing himself for letting her have such an effect on him. 'Just fucking stop.' He felt a certain tightness in his pants, as intense shame and guilt washed over him.
"Unfortunately, I have work to do." He said, ironically emphasising the word 'unfortunately'. "I already told you to leave. I'm not going to repeat myself."
"You're no fun." The girl rolled her eyes and forced a pout, sliding off of her step-father's desk. Skipping casually towards the door, she suddenly stopped and turned around, locking her violet eyes with his grey ones, a flirty smirk gracing her pale face. "Don't tell on me, Daddy."
With that, she was gone, leaving Byakuya alone with his stubborn erection.
"Was she bothering you again?"
This time, a frail woman, who looked almost identical to the irritating teenage girl, save for the fact that she was double her age, stood by the door. Byakuya was always stunned at how much they resembled each other, the only major difference being their eye colour. His wife had deep blue eyes, while a violet hue could be noticed in her daughter's ones. Despite their similar appearances, Byakuya knew they couldn't be any different. Hisana was demure, kind-hearted and modest, entirely clashing with Rukia's rebellious, selfish and vulgar nature. Nonetheless, they were both extremely beautiful and intelligent.
Byakuya shook his head, still skimming through his unfinished paperwork. "I can deal with it." He looked up at her and forced himself to smile weakly.
Before she could reply, his wife suddenly lost her balance, landing on her knees. A violent coughing fit had taken over her, again. Byakuya quickly got up from his chair and crouched beside her, rubbing her scrawny back in a circular motion, attempting to ease her. As he felt every single protruding bone of her spine, he sighed loudly, concern evident in his eyes. 'She hasn't been feeding herself properly, again.'
"Hisana, are you okay?" What a stupid question. He knew she wasn't okay. His wife had been diagnosed with acute leukemia last year, her condition rapidly worsening with each passing day. Even after the bone marrow transplant, she had hardly made any progress. The chemotherapy didn't make much of a difference either, only leaving her looking even sicker.
Panting heavily, she managed to calm herself, looking up at him with those dull lifeless eyes. His heart sank, he hated feeling so helpless. The doctors had given her a 5 year life expectancy, but deep inside, he knew she didn't have that much left. Her health was deteriorating fast, leaving her looking emaciated, covered in bruises, her skin almost grey, save for the sickly yellow tint. Why her? Why not someone deserving of it? Hisana was the kindest person that he'd even met, that's the main reason he married her. Don't get him wrong, she had a ton of great qualities. But her heart… It was made of gold. He carefully pulled her in his arms, stroking her dry shedding hair and whispering comforting words in her ear. He felt her whole body shake violently, a dampness on his shirt. She was crying. He let out a loud sigh, hugging her tighter. It wasn't fair.
"Byakuya-sama?" She faintly whispered, pulling away slightly to face him, noticing the pained expression in his misty grey eyes.
"What is it, my love?" He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, his gaze uncharacteristically soft and gentle.
"Can you promise me something?"
"Anything."
"Please… Take care of Rukia when I'm gone."
'When I'm gone.' He felt a sharp stab in his chest, as if his heart had been pierced by a dozen knives at once. Pulling her back in his arms, he rubbed her back comfortingly, responding with a curt nod.
"I promise."
Wrapping his strong arms around the sobbing girl, Byakuya observed as the black wooden coffin was being lowered in the massive hole. Needless to say, almost a year later, Hisana had passed away. Pneumonia. Her body had been so weak, it could not deal with the infection. It was pouring hard, the rain soaking both him and Rukia to the bone. Letting out heart-wrenching choked sobs, the girl started shaking violently. Was it from the cold, or grief, he didn't know. Most likely both. Pulling her closer, he tried sheltering her from the rain with his coat. She was already wet, but maybe some warmth would do her good. Sighing loudly, he gently stroked the girl's damp hair, her sobs dying down a little.
'Hisana… What are we going to do without you?'
"Rest assured… I'm going to take care of you." He whispered gently in her ear, receiving a slight nod in response. She tightly wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his damp shirt. Rukia felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, she thought he was going to abandon her. After all, Byakuya was clearly not fond of her, in the slightest. Slowly pulling away, she headed towards the open grave and weakly tossed a heart-shaped locket inside. Byakuya knew this locket. Inside of it, there was a photo of both mom and daughter, smiling brightly at the camera, looking nearly identical, as always. That is, before the sickness had left Hisana nearly disfigured. Rukia had worn this locket religiously ever since she got it. However, it was time to let it go now. Her mom would be glad to have it. As the tiny object disappeared into the hole, Rukia broke down on her knees, sobbing frantically once again.
'Why you, mom… Why not me?'
The ride home was dreadfully silent, as expected. Truthfully, Byakuya couldn't wait to leave, all the insincere condolences were driving him insane. Hisana and Rukia had no relatives, at least none that he knew of, therefore the only people who attended the funeral were part of the Kuchiki clan. And they had always blatantly flaunted their disapproval of the two women, solely because they weren't 'worthy' of bearing the Kuchiki name. Bullshit. Hisana had more class and nobility in the tip of her little finger, compared to those stuck-up vicious prudes. As soon as he got home, he plopped down on the black leather couch, instantly pouring himself a big glass of 'Jack Daniels'. Rukia awkwardly stood beside him, anxiously picking on the skin around her nails.
"M-may I have some too?"
He tilted his head up to take a good look at her, seemingly surprised. Usually, he'd refuse right away, she was underage, after all. But for some reason, he couldn't help but comply, gesturing to the servants to bring one more glass. She looked stunned, clearly not expecting him to oblige. Nonetheless, she cautiously sat beside him, lifting the glass close to her face, giving the rust-coloured liquid a sniff. Scrunching her nose at the awful stench, she took a small sip, determined not to back down. Unfortunately, she immediately spat it out, grimacing at the disgusting taste, her body shuddering.
"How do you drink this shit?"
Byakuya merely shrugged, an amused smirk on his face. As he took another big gulp, Rukia abruptly stood up, letting out a big yawn.
"I'll be heading to bed. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
After a few more glasses of whiskey and a handful of benzodiazepines, Byakuya finally decided to head to bed. He knew it wasn't safe to go over the recommended daily dose, let alone mix them with alcohol, but he doubted he'd be able to sleep otherwise. As he reached his room, he immediately plopped down on the king-sized bed, not even bothering to change his clothes. Shortly after, his eyelids felt heavy and he allowed himself to drift off, the last thing on his mind being the gaunt face of his deceased wife.
Rukia couldn't sleep, tossing and turning in her bed for what seemed like an eternity. Maybe she should have sucked it up, even poured another glass of the disgusting beverage. She tightly clutched her stuffed rabbit, curled up in a fetal position, her body slightly trembling, even though she wasn't cold. She shut her eyes, desperately trying to think of something positive, but the only thing that popped up in her mind was Hisana's emaciated corpse. Before she realized it, hot tears were already streaming down her flushed cheeks. She sat up, harshly wiping them off with her forearm. 'This won't work.' Maybe she could check on Byakuya? He most likely couldn't sleep either. Hesitantly, Rukia slid off of the bed, shivering as her bare feet made contact with the cold wooden floor. Sighing loudly, she headed towards Byakuya's room, which he used to share with her mother. Would he be angry? Would he kick her out? Or would he show some understanding, maybe even make an effort to comfort her? She scoffed inwardly. 'Sounds pretty hard to believe.' Reaching the dark wooden door, Rukia took a deep breath and managed a weak knock with her tiny trembling fist. No reaction. She tried using more force but still got nothing. Mustering all the courage she had, Rukia slowly opened the heavy door, praying that her step-father wasn't asleep. Unfortunately, he was. Not only that, he seemed to be in an extremely deep sleep, snoring softly, sprawled on top of the king-sized bed, his formal attire still on. 'Strange.' It wasn't like him. He usually did everything in a very proper and organised manner. Maybe it was the whiskey. Or the current situation. Probably a mix of both. She anxiously bit her bottom lip, wondering how to proceed. Should she just go back to her room? That would probably be the right thing to do, but it also meant that she most likely wouldn't even get a blink's worth of sleep. Maybe she could just... lay herself down beside him? After all, his presence did make her feel safe. Besides, the bed was enormous, she could easily keep a proper distance. Sighing in defeat, she climbed on the other side, unconsciously sparing him a quick glance. He looked... unreal. The "quick" glance turned into a prolonged stare, as she simply couldn't look away, captivated by his beauty. Smooth pale skin, devoid of any signs of ageing whatsoever. Thin arched eyebrows, resting above a pair of long dark lashes, which lightly fluttered with each stir of his face. High and prominent cheekbones, followed by a strong angular jaw, which gave his soft face a touch of masculinity. And finally, those lips. So thin, yet still plump. They looked rather soft too. Kissable, even. God, how she wanted to find out for herself. She knew how inappropriate kissing him would be, but after all, he was deeply asleep. It would be Rukia's own little dirty secret. Besides, her moral compass was nearly extinct anyways. Hesitantly, she leaned down, eyes solely focused on the plump pink lips underneath her. Just as she was hovering an inch above them, she abruptly froze, startled by a pair of hazy grey eyes snapping open. 'Oh, shit.' Her whole body started shaking violently in fear, violet eyes quickly pooling with tears. What now? Will he kick her out? Maybe even disown her? As he was just about to speak up, she tightly shut her eyes, preparing herself for the worst. What followed though, shook her to the core, her violet eyes widening in disbelief.
"Hisana?" Byakuya whispered softly, lifting a trembling hand to cup her tiny face. He gently stroked her cheek, flashing her a kind and loving smile. She had never seen him smile like this before. It warmed her heart, even though she knew it wasn't meant for her. "Why are you crying, my love?"
He leaned in, gently wiping her tears away and slightly tilting her head up with his free hand, their faces merely an inch apart. Without much hesitation, Byakuya closed the gap between them, planting a soft kiss on her trembling lips. Rukia felt like her whole world was crashing down, in a surprisingly good way. As he grazed his tongue along her lower lip, she unconsciously parted her mouth, granting him instant access. Rukia failed to stifle a moan as his tongue encircled hers, eagerly battling for dominance. And god, did he win. She was stunned, unable to move as he explored every inch of her mouth, strong hands already roaming down her trembling body. It was... mind-blowing. She felt like a virgin all over again, even though her innocence was long gone. Knowing perfectly well how inappropriate this was, she tried pulling away, but her body failed to oblige, the desire too overwhelming. Maybe this could work out well. Once he wakes up, he'd probably think it was nothing more than a pleasant dream, while she'd finally manage to fulfill her biggest sexual fantasy. Again, it'd just be her dirty little secret. With that, she decided to let go, the heat between her legs becoming almost unbearable. His fingers gripped the hem of her silk nightie, slowly pulling it over her lifted arms, revealing a completely bare slender body, save for the pink lace panties. She instantly covered her breasts, feeling an intense amount of shame overwhelming her. It truly baffled her, she knew she wasn't blessed with alluring feminine curves, but never seemed to care during her previous sexual encounters. So why did it bother her now? Did she want him to find her appealing that badly? Suddenly, she felt her arms being harshly pulled above her head, one of Byakuya's strong hands tightly keeping her wrists together.
"I want to see you. All of you. Am I clear?"
His tone was truly threatening, hazy grey eyes clouded with an overwhelming amount of lust. She gulped, nodding eagerly, her core burning with anticipation. She had never expected him to be so demanding, so dominant, so rough. Not that she was complaining though, those were all the qualities she had always longed for in a guy. And Byakuya kept proving her how perfect he was with each passing day. Cupping her modest breasts with his big palms, he gave them a gentle squeeze, leaning in to bite the sensitive flesh of her neck. Releasing a frustrated moan, she looked at him with pleading eyes while panting heavily.
"P-please... I-I want you inside of me."
She begged, her voice barely above a whisper. Needing no further persuasion, he gave her a satisfied smirk and harshly forced himself inside of her, earning a pleasured scream from the fragile girl beneath him. Rukia felt her eyes roll to the back of her head, feeling as if she's being torn apart in half. In a good way, of course. He was big. No, more like enormous. She'd had her fair share of sexual encounters, but nobody before him managed to fill her up so well. Without giving her any time to adjust herself, Byakuya slowly pulled out, only to roughly force his way back in. She moaned in delight, hooking her legs around his hips, pulling him even deeper inside. It took him great efforts not to cum right there and then. She felt incredible around him, tighter than he could remember. And the sounds she made... so erotic, yet so clearly sincere. Wasting no time, he quickened his pace, slamming into her with even more force. She swore she could see stars at that exact moment. It was too much, she couldn't hold it in much longer. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she captured his lips in a sloppy, yet passionate kiss. She could feel his thrusts getting erratic, as he groaned against her mouth. He was obviously close, but Rukia didn't want it to end like this. She needed to show him her gratitude. After all, nobody had fucked her so well before. Mustering all the strength she had, she broke the kiss and pushed him away, refraining from smirking at his dumbfounded expression. He almost looked angry. Giving him a sly smirk, she slowly crawled between his legs, lowering her head enough so he could feel her hot breath on his cock. As she took him in her tiny mouth, he let out a startled groan and threw his head back in pleasure. Doing her best to engulf all of him, she chocked as he hit the back of her throat, the vibrations nearly driving him over the edge. Pulling away to take a deep breath, she instantly dove back in, quickening her pace as he buried his hand in her hair, aiding her. Noting his shallow breathing, she knew he was close. Gripping him tighter, she started moving her hand in sync with her lips, flattening her tongue and letting her teeth lightly graze the tip of his cock. That did it for him. He came with a loud groan, his body jerking violently, filling up her mouth with a substantial amount of thick hot liquid. Rukia hated the taste of semen, but his wasn't as bitter, it even had a hint of sweetness. Determined to swallow it all, she chocked, letting a tiny amount drip down her chin. Byakuya observed her carefully through half-lidded, lust-filled eyes. He'd probably be able to cum again if he tried, just at the sight in front of him. She was looking up at her step-father, big twinkling eyes seeking his approval, lips swollen and plump, a trail of cum dripping down her chin. He sighed and pulled her up to him, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. Planting a gentle kiss on her temples, he rested his head on top of hers, closing his eyes in content.
"Goodnight, my love."
Rukia stiffened, knowing all too well that those words were not meant for her. None of it was meant for her. How could she do something so disgusting, so unforgivable? Feeling the tears pricking at her eyes, she swiftly turned around, facing the white blank wall.
'What is wrong with me?'
The next morning, Byakuya awoke with a content smile on his face. 'What a pleasant dream.' He hadn't made love to Hisana for so long, it was a rare occurrence in general. Not only because of her illness, she was just generally not fond of sex and he was fully convinced it had nothing to do with him and his skills. Hopefully. Even when he'd managed to persuade her, she'd hardly show any desire or passion, preferring to keep things sweet and simple, much to his displeasure. It was... boring, to say the least. Every time he'd tried to "spice things up", insignificant changes like a different position or showing more roughness, she'd blatantly refuse. But last night, in his dream, she was completely different. So alluring, so eager, so full of passion and desire. Hell, she had even given him a blowjob. Something he knew was only possible in a dream. No matter, it was mind-blowing. Maybe he should drink whiskey before bed more often.
Rukia was awoken by a piercing pain in her lower belly. Was she sore? Odd. It had only happened the day after she lost her virginity a couple of years ago. Recalling the events from last night, her heart sunk as she let out a frustrated sigh. Hopefully, he thinks it's a dream, there's no way he'd catch on. Hopping off the bed, she put on her silk night robe, her stomach letting out a loud growl. When she entered the dining hall, she saw Byakuya there, sipping on his black coffee, seemingly in an uncharacteristically good mood. She refrained herself from letting out a smirk, seating herself across from him. 'Guess good sex can do wonders. Unless you're fully aware you've fucked your stepdad.'
"Good morning." He said stoically, not lifting his gaze from the newspaper.
"M-morning." She mentally cursed herself for stuttering, a bright blush appearing on her face. Thank god he wasn't looking at her.
Shortly after, the servants delivered her pancakes, chocolate syrup drizzled on top. As her mouth started salivating, she forgot all of her worries, devouring her breakfast in a record amount of time. Byakuya discreetly lifted his gaze, stifling a chuckle as he saw her completely covered in chocolate, tiny button nose included. Finishing the cup of bitter coffee, he cleared his throat, tightening his grey tie.
"I'll be heading off to work, be good."
'Be good.' She smirked smugly, swallowing the big mouthful of pancakes.
"I have one condition though."
He arched his brow in annoyance, wondering what she'd come up with. "I'm listening."
"Don't look so scared. I want you to take me to the lake, that's all." She shrugged, wiping her mouth with the neatly placed napkin beside her plate.
He sighed in defeat, weighing the pros and cons. Lying on the beach for a few hours or dealing with whatever mess she comes up with. Pretty easy, actually. He nodded curtly, grabbing his briefcase and swiftly turning his back to her.
"Thank you, Daddy." He heard her saying in a mocking tone, her voice sickeningly sweet. Sighing in annoyance, he made his way to the front door, wondering how he's going to deal with her now that Hisana's gone.
Rukia was hunched over on her comfortable bed, trying to paint her toenails a bright red colour, still unable to stop thinking about what had happened. Why did she have to be such a whore? Can't she have a tinge of dignity? Decency? Self-respect? And most importantly, respect for her mother's memory? It has been like this ever since she hit puberty. For some reason, a lot of older men had a sick infatuation with underage girls - and she sure as hell took advantage of it. It gave her an intense rush of adrenaline, made her feel powerful, desirable. Of course, boys her age often took an interest in her too, but it wasn't nearly as exciting. It all started with her mom's previous boyfriend. She was twelve at that time, if she remembered correctly. Rukia didn't like him in the slightest, he wasn't good enough for her mom. And Hisana deserved the very best. She wanted to get rid of him and what better way than accusing him of molestation? It had to be convincing though, she needed proof. Blood, bruises, anything. Seducing him was a piece of cake, easier than she had expected. She lost her virginity that night. It hurt a lot, not physically pleasurable in the slightest. She adored the rush though. The following morning, she told her mom that he had sexually harassed her. Needless to say, Hisana instantly believed her. Rukia was a good actress indeed. The sick man was kicked out of the house in the blink of an eye. She was triumphant, but craved more, so much more. From that point on, it all went downhill. She couldn't even count the amount of middle-aged men she had slept with over the past four years - teachers, her friends' fathers, employees at the diner she worked at part-time, her boss, the principal. Not to mention all the benefits she got out of it - both at work and school. Men are so easy to toy with, even the ones who were supposed to be "wiser". She scoffed and wiggled her toes, satisfied with the result. The only one she couldn't manipulate, was Byakuya. That's why she liked him - he never betrayed her mother, even though she could tell he was tempted at times. Well, he was a man, after all. She had given him a free pass. Byakuya's age and status wasn't the only thing that entranced her though - to say he was good-looking was an understatement. Not to mention his dominant personality, deep alluring voice and the graceful way he carried himself. She needed to make him hers - even at the cost of tainting her mother's memory. Rukia knew she was a bad person, she had accepted it long ago, but frankly, didn't care much.
'As cliche as it sounds, only God can judge you, right? And I'm an atheist, so…'
Soooo... Are you disgusted with me yet? Hopefully not. Thank you for reading though.