AN: i know what'cha thinkin' 'maan, anotha' storeh?' hell yeah. i told you, i think up ideas in my dreams. and this dream was about ICHIRUKI! i mean really, i HATE orihime with a burning, fiery, lava-tastic passion. no offense to ichihime fans. this is totally AU. sometimes it'll be rukia's POV sometimes not. this first chapter will be though. this story will be fast pace, so don't think i'm trying to mush it all together :/ it's olden day, so they'll seem a bit ooc. yeah it isn't very japanese-y as you would expect it to be. it's more victorian, since it's AU y'know. okay ichigo starts out all nice but when they get to know each other, they start treating each other different. so yeah. that's why he's acting all sweet-sweet kiss-kiss, 'cause he's rich and famous.
Summary: Kurosaki Ichigo is son to Kurosaki Isshin, a famous doctor. They're a wealthy family that live in a castle atop a mountain that over looks the village of Karakura. They're very familiar with the Kuchiki family; a higher class, sword-wielding batch of nobles. The most recent head of the Kuchiki family, Kuchiki Byakuya, has turned his younger sister over to the Kurosaki family, telling them that she wishes to become a swordsman. Though her request is declined for women cannot wield swords, she becomes a personal maid to the young master himself, Ichigo. He, himself wields a sword, as well as his father. Kuchiki Rukia, the maid to Ichigo, sees the young master as a stubborn, arrogant, hot-headed, cold-hearted beast. And yet, she has feelings for him. Her dreams speak for themselves, always captivating and steamy images of her and the young master devouring each others' lips. She knows he keeps secrets in his chambers, and she has her own secrets. How will things end up when the young master has a fair lady, who refuses to return the love?
Pairing(s): seriously, I love ShinjixHiyori, so they'll be in here. MashiroxKensei is amazing too x3 so they'll be included. ByaHisa, I mean really, they're married, how could you not include them. ICHIRUKI of course. it starts out as ichihime and as the story progresses, it becomes more ichiruki. just to clarify. GinRan is one of my favorites. I also love UraYoru. i feel like i'm missing some pairings... oh well. i'll add them when i remember
Rating: T of course. you know kensei's a potty mouth. and sometimes ichigo. and hiyori. and there will be suggestive themes because of Rukia's dreams. the genre's chosen for this story are romance, adventure (in a metaphoric concept way ;D) humor!, i dunno if drama can fit in here but i guess i can try, friendship :) i guess that's it. any questions? kk let's get started
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, though, that would be AMAZING :D
It was a pity to tell brother that I wanted to wield a sword. He just scoffed and turned away, speaking as he was dressed. "Dear, Rukia. Women shall not wield swords. It is of a rule, and rules shalt not be broken. Women are to be wives, shop keepers, seamstresses, anything of the such. Women are not to be wielding swords. Do I make myself clear?" He had said it like I was of an idiot. Nonsense, it was. I smoothed out my expensive, hand-made dress as I scowled. Why did things have to be this way? Rules were meant to be broken, were they not? As I pondered this absentmindedly, I opened my mouth and spoke again.
"But... Brother. I want to work. I want to feel what it feels like to hold a sword. I don't want to sit around and sip tea." A horrible mistake. He turned around and looked at me like I was a madman. I felt my cheeks burn with an intense, passionate hate for my insolence and stupidity. He narrowed his eyes and turned back around to fasten the loose tie. I clutched my skirt tightly, waiting for a reply. It was bad enough to contradict the heir of the Kuchiki family, but when Brother didn't answer, it became worst. I was standing there, waiting for what seemed to me like hours only turned out to minutes. When Brother finally decided to turn around and look at me, he didn't look mad. Yet another sign of a horrid punishment.
"If you insist to work, then you shall do as such. Renji, pack Rukia's things. She is going to the Kurosaki's to work. And once she decides to return, I hope she has learned the true meaning of work." My mouth dropped on its own, and when I watched Renji's red, fiery flame of hair fly by my eyes, I took a step forward. "Brother! This isn't what I meant! I wanted to get out and work on swordsmanship! I wanted to stand in the fields just like you and hold a sw-" Brother turned on his heel and pointed a finger at me. "Enough with this nonsense. You had insisted to work, and work you shall. Rukia, you had brought this upon yourself. If anything happens, it is not upon me. Kurosaki Isshin is a gifted doctor, and if you were to be hurt, he shall heal you. You will serve the young master, Kurosaki Ichigo. You shall do as he says and shall not contradict him. Understood?" Those were the last words Brother said to me before I was taken out of the room.
"Rukia, you inattentive, insolent, little snot!" Renji joked with a smirk as he dragged me by my hand. Renji and I had been friends for a long time, serving Brother, Hisana, and myself. My punishment for insolence? Become a maid. I growled under my breath; how was I, a noble, to be a maid? And to someone I hadn't known! I scoffed and looked at Renji before I asked. "Renji? May I ask, who is Kurosaki Ichigo?" Renji shook his head with a smile. "No need to be so formal, Rukia, my lady. Kurosaki Ichigo is to be said a ruthless, unattractive man. He's heartless, arrogant, and does not tolerate insolence." Renji paused to quirk his eyebrows at me while I rolled my eyes.
We arrived to my quarters, and to my humble surprise, everything had already been packed. A scowl was sprawled onto my face as I crossed my arms. "How am I to be a maid?" I asked aloud as Renji picked up a worn leather case. He chuckled and brought them to the door while another butler came and took them. "Miss Rukia. I am afraid I cannot help you on this. I am terribly sorry to say, but I believe you have brought this upon yourself." Renji said in all seriousness, as he placed the last suitcase at the door. He wore a tight black suit with a ruffled, white collar that poked out from the vest he wore. He also wore a pair of white gloves and had his hair tied back. Although Renji didn't seem it, he was a master swordsman. And to which I envy; how could Brother's servant wield a sword and I cannot?
I sat down on the naked bed with my arms crossed, Renji sitting down next to me with a hand on my shoulder. "It is unfair." I muttered, leaning my head against Renji's broad shoulder. He patted my back reassuringly, "It will be okay." I shook my head and continued to frown, "How can you wield a sword while I cannot?" Renji chuckled again and stood up, his balled fist on his hips triumphantly. "My lady, you're a noblewoman. Your nobility is your sword." Renji said as he thrusts an imaginary sword. A small smile appeared on my face, but I continued to frown on the inside. "Though, my nobility cannot fend off thieves." I retorted, which made Renji scowl.
"Must you be so stubborn, my lady?" He said as he dropped his arm. I quirked an eyebrow as he sighed, motioning for me to stand up. I followed Renji out the door as he explained huskily. "My lady, you are a fragile, young girl. You cannot wield a sword because it is of a law. Laws to be broken by those who wield nobility will be banished for treason. The master only wishes for your safety." I continued to scowl. I hadn't seen anything wrong with women wielding swords. Why must it be a law? Aren't those who sneak underneath the law and hide from treason? I sighed angrily catching Renji's attention. I noticed his brown eyes soften as he led me to a secret chamber. I looked at him perplexedly as he opened the door. Inside were many swords; from the guards to Brother's. Renji picked one up and handed it to me. I was astounded, taking it hesitantly into my grip, my short figure faltering from it's weight. Renji chuckled and took it back into his hands, carrying it out as we walked away from the secret chambers.
"Renji! What in God's name are you doing?" I hissed at him as we walked quickly. Renji kept silent with a smile on his tattooed face as we walked through hall after hall, door after door, when we finally made it out of the large brass doors into the light. "Renji! Answer me!" I demanded when he finally turned around, looking around to make sure nobody else was around. When he assured himself that there wasn't he got down onto one knee and held the sword out to me. Yet again, I was appalled. "R-Renji! What are you doing?" I asked, my voice cracking as sweat rolled down my neck. He wasn't joking with me this time. Renji and I had always joked that I would be able to get my own sword but in the end, would get scolded by Brother. This time, however, Renji looked serious.
"My lady. You speak the truth of no difference between man and woman. I shall be banished for handing this sword to you, but I do it only for your sake of safety. Please take this benevolent tool, and promise me you shall be safe." Renji said this to me as he looked into my eyes, waiting for me to take the sword. It was beautiful; the sheath a creamy white as well as the hilt and collar. The long tassel that trailed was icy white and just looked outstandingly graceful.
I hesitantly took it into my hands and held it. Renji stood up and smiled, patting my shoulder. "Now, let us go. You have a long journey ahead of you." Renji said wisely as I hit him in the shoulder. "It is only maid work, Renji." He nodded his head while he smiled as he opened the carriage door. "Yes, yes, my lady. Whatever you insist."
As I was holding my sword, I didn't notice Brother watching high above. As he watched, he fixed his shirt cuff with Hisana behind him. "He has given her a sword, what are you going to do?" She had asked as he shook his head as he spoke. "Nothing. I just hope that she shall learn the responsiblity that comes along with wielding a sword."
"Renji, you never told me the bloody manner was atop a bloody hill." I hissed as I crossed my arms at the man who sat across from me. Renji rolled his eyes and chuckled, as he looked out the shaded window. "My lady, it is not a hill, but a mountain." I scowled and my eye twitched which made Renji laughed heartily. "A hill, a mountain, it is all the same to me." I huffed before turning my attention to the window. We rode in the carriage for ages, when finally a ginormous castle-like abode came into view. It wasn't as nearly as big as our home but it still made my jaw fall. The carriage went on and on until we stopped in front of the gates, the screeching hiss ripping my ear drums. We entered the gates and I stared at the neatly trimmed hedges and the large fountain that sat in to the middle of the rocky rubble.
Renji had taken my sword and hid it in my belongings so that I would not be seen with it. I was anxious to meet my new master. See what his personality was, what he looked like as well. Renji exited the carriage first, opening the door for me and taken my hand, helping me down from the high height. A tall, raven-haired fellow that wore glasses came from the large doors and bowed in front of us. Renji bowed back and the man began to speak.
"Hello, my lady and good sir. How may I be of service?" His blue eyes shone bright behind his glaring glasses, as Renji took a step forth. "Yes; the young miss was sent here from the noble family of Kuchiki. She is here to work as a maid. Are there any openings?" I couldn't believe this was happening; first I had given up my role as a noble, and now I was going to be a maid for a supposed snob. The world has gone mad. The man with the glasses pondered this for a moment before nodded curtly. "I suppose we do. The young master's personal maid had gotten ill the past week and has sadly passed away. Would you be interested in taking her role?" He asked looking past Renji and to me. I looked up at Renji who shrugged; I suppose I have to agree. "Yes, that would be great. Thank you." I said as I bowed slightly. The man nodded and stuck out his hand hasitly, waiting for me to take it. I put a loose grip on it and curtsied like I was taught when I was younger. He shook it gently as he spoke, "Pleasure to meet you, Miss?" He dropped my hand and pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, "Kuchiki Rukia." I replied as he nodded again. "Ishida Uryuu. I am one of many butlers for the young master and two misses."
Young master? Two misses? Renji unloaded my things and when I looked at him, he didn't look back. Young master? Really? He wasn't old and horrendous as I thought? Oh goodness, now I am very anxious to see him. I suppose he is a foul looking little boy with a horrid mood. Or a mere child that is irritable and hates every one. Renji tapped my shoulder as I was deep in thought, startling me. His eyes looked sad but he kept smiling. Renji pulled me into a tight embrace as I tried to wrap my arms around his broad figure. "I'm going to miss you very much, my lady." He said as he stepped away. I looked around to see my things had already been taken in. Renji stepped onto the carriage and looked at me once more. "Fair well, my lady. I hope the best for you, and please learn quick." Those were Renji's last words to me before he left.
I sighed angrily, turning to the man addressed as Uryuu. He motioned for me to come and I did as such. We entered the large castle-like home, listening to our footsteps' echo. Another butler I presumed came quickly to Uryuu's side, whispering something to him. Uryuu then turned to me with an apologetic look. "I believe I must bid you an adieu. I shall give you a tour of the house once I finish my duties. Your room is down the next three halls, to the left, and on your right." Uryuu said it quickly and followed the other man down the opposite hall and around the corner. I was alone, in a new house. I sighed again and began walking down the hall. I ran my finger across the tables I had encountered, looking at all of the intricate designs.
I wasn't quite watching where I was going, when I collided with someone. My limbs were tangled with someone else. Their limbs were long and muscular, and as I looked for a face, I found one. The face I saw had unusual orange hair and milky brown eyes, his lips set straight. He stood up first and helped me up. I curtsied as he bow gently. He was handsome and very mannerly. He took my hand into his, kissing it tenderly. "And who might you be? I believe I haven't seen you around here. You must be new." His voice was music in the silence, his body standing tall against mine. "Kuchiki Rukia. I had just arrived. Brother had deicded I learn the true meaning of work, and so I had been sent here to work for Kurosaki Ichigo. I had heard he is in need of a new pesonal maid?" The young man's widened slightly, his lips tugging slightly at the side.
"Yes. Yes he is in need of a new maid." He seemed deep into thought as he refrained himself from smiling. A thought occurred to me; I needed to see Kurosaki Ichigo with my own eyes. "May I ask. What is he like? What does he look like? Is he any older or younger than I am?" The questions came spilling from my mouth as the man's lips quirked. "My dear miss, if you must know, I am Kurosaki Ichigo. A pleasure to meet you." He said it as he kissed my hand again, my mouth gaping. He was Kurosaki Ichigo? He... He was too handsome! He was mannerly! He was nothing close to Renji's description! He was very attractive, and he wasn't arrogant. He didn't seem heartless at all! My cheeks began to burn again as I cursed under my breath; Renji. That liar. Ichigo had let go of my hand and turned around, walking away from me. He looked over his shoulder and motioned for me to follow, which I did. He had his hands in the pockets of his well-tailored suit. His hair was bright and orange, obviously unnatural. How could he acquire hair like that?
"May I set some ground rules? Since you seem to be about my age." Ichigo began. How old was he, first of all? I am guessing sixteen, because he said he was about my age. If he was about sixteen, he didn't seem it. He seemed older. Ichigo continued down the hall as I followed behind closely; I didn't want to get lost in a large environment like this. "First of all, you shall only address me as Master Kurosaki, Sir, anything courteous. You shall do as I say. When I call, I expect you to be there immediately. I will need you there to serve, iron my clothing, anything of the such. When they're guest who are here to see me, you shall come and find me. If I am not here, you shall tell them that I will be back momentarily. You may enter my quarters, but you shall not bring in any guest or the other maids and or butlers. You are my personal maid, and shall tend to my needs. If I instruct you to take care of either Yuzu or Karin, you shall do so without questioning. Any questions?" He said it all quickly with a straight face, stopping in front of a large door. I hesitated before shaking my head. Ichigo nodded as well and opened the door, revealing a large room.
The bed was enormous and took up a lot of space in the room. There was a large dresser, a small table, a full-body mirror as well as all of my belongings. I wondered where Renji had put my new sword. I wondered if the young master wielded a sword. We both stepped into the room and took a look around. I noticed a door that was by the bed and pointed at it. "What is that, may I ask?" Ichigo looked at me before walking swiftly to the door and opened it. "It is the bathroom." I peered into it, seeing a large bathroom with porcelain tiles. This room wasn't quite as big as my old room, but I suppose it would have to do since I was a maid now.
I continued to look around and saw another door. It couldn't have been another bathroom, could it? I pointed at that door next, and without uttering a word, Ichigo turned and looked at it. "That is the door to my room. As I had said before, you are my personal maid, and it is easy access to my room." I nodded slowly, sitting down on the neatly prepared bed. I had a long day ahead of me. "You may unpack your things. Once Uryuu returns from his duties, he will show you around the home." With those last words, Ichigo -or the young master, as I would have to begin calling him- disappeared behind the door to his room. I scoffed and walked to my luggage, closing the large doors.
I began to unpack my belongings into the large dresser, when I came across something hard. As I ripped away on my clothing, I came across my new sword. I stared in awe with my lips parted slightly. I lifted it gently from the long, worn leather case and felt it's weight beneath my thin fingers. This was going to be hard to wield. The door to the Young Master's room opened again, Ichigo stepping out holding two different ties. "Rukia, was it? Since you are my new personal maid, you will- Good God woman, you look as though you have seen a ghost. What is that you have behind your back?" He said it quickly, furrowing his brown as he tried to peer behind me. My breaths were cold and inconsistent as they left my mouth damp, he of all people could not find out about my sword. He would have my head, and Brother would reattach it and then cut it off again! I swallowed the lump of hard ice that froze to throat, thinking up an excuse.
"Um... I-it is... It is my p-personal belongings! Must you intrude on a lady as she unpacks her personals?" The Young Master's eyebrow twitched as he smirked. "Whatever you insist. Your rude behavior is intolerable. But you do hail from he Kuchiki family, I suppose you haven't learned how to treat your new master. You shall learn as you work. Now, I am going out for tea. Which tie should I wear?" I scowled as he spoke, looking at both of the ties he held in front of me. One was black with white lines in the form of diamonds while the other gray with a plaid design. I looked at what he was wearing; a white, ironed shirt and a pair of nice black pants. He wanted to wear a tie? I thought a neckerchief would look nice.
"I believe a neckerchief would look better than a tie. A gray neckerchief!" The Young Master looked at me for a moment before leaving the room, reentering with a gray neckerchief under the folds of his collar. He looked at himself in the full body mirror before smirking at me. "Wonderful. I shall be back in an hour's worth of time. I presume you know how to change bed sheets?" The Young Master asked as I nodded curtly, the sword I held was beginning to feel heavy. "Very well. Change the bed sheets in my room." He turned around swiftly, leaving me alone. I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I strolled to the large dresser. I thrust the sword behind all of the dresses I had already unpacked, hoping it couldn't be seen. I unpacked my belongings quickly, putting away my suitcases.
Somebody knocked upon my door, and as I turned to see who it was, Uryuu entered. "I apologize for the wait. Come, I shall show you around."
AN: damn, that was long xD sorry if it's boring in the beginning. it's like a roller coaster... i guess. if i use the word 'shall' too much and it gets annoying, please tell me. r&r, i wanna know what'cha people think :D i'm not too familiar with olden day language xD so if i get something wrong, feel free to correct me :)