Hello all! This is my new Ichiruki fanfiction that I've been having in the works. A friend of mine, FY has been asking me to do it and over the past few days I've finally gotten the inspiration to finish off the first chapter and start it up. I've been wary about it for a couple reasons, two fics to update at a time is my limit. Meaning this fic will be updated pretty slowly compared to my other fics until I finish one of them. Another reason I was wary, is because this fic is unlike anything I've ever done before, it starts off in a very historical old Japan and deals with some pretty cultural heavy stuff that I have to do a lot of research for, and then later on goes into more modern times (maybe). But that's the easy part. The hard part is bringing this all together, there will be violence, drama, supernatural themes, sex, multiple character pairings, and gore since this fic is sort of inspired and I want it to be similar in intensity to 'Mine' by lovemydogs82. So far I don't think it will be as heavy with the angst ie: cutting, rape, etc. but it will be explicit. I'm inexperienced with writing this sort of thing but hope I can pull it off! Ganbarimasu!
This first chapter and most of the chapters until Ichigo and Rukia get older will be pretty tame compared to what I have in mind, minus language and gore and sexual implications. Be mindful that when you read this that it's a dark fic so characters will majorly be OOC in their actions.
I think that's all I have to say, hope you enjoy!
Geta - what Urahara wears on his feet (best way I can describe it)
Haori - jacket like clothing
kanzashi - hair ornaments like kensekan
kensekan - noble hair ornaments (metal things Byakuya has in his hair)
Shoji - traditional japanese (usually wood and paper) doors
Gofuku/ Kosode - kimono clothing
concubine - one or more women to make children for a noble but not necessarily wives
Onmyoji - person talented in purifying supernatural/evil
Japan, 1501
It was a cold expanse of night. The wind chilling slightly as it ruffled the leaves of birch and cherry, darkened by the days slumber. The ponds in the garden disturbed slightly as the koi danced, while the crickets and cicadas sang on top of lilies and grass under the moons embrace. At the epicenter of modern day Tokyo, now called Karakura, stood a mighty manor. Resilient and imposing like its owner; it stood on top of a mountainous hill further showing its grandiose.
"Byakuya-sama?" A soft feminine voice called, echoing slightly in the dense halls. Everything was silent except the sound of her steps and soft alto.
"Byakuya-sama where are you?" The woman called again as she walked hurriedly down the long dark corridor in the heart of her home. The walls were a deep blood scarlet, lined with exquisite Japanese paintings and western gold candelabras that gave off a dim glow around its circumference. The dark mahogany wooded floors only shown partially with the intricately designed cream extended Indian rug lined perfectly over it. The halls were auspiciously void of life. If anyone was around, it would make plans that much more thrown off. The one time of year that they had to leave the country for a visit, and it was the last thing the woman wanted was to be disturbed with new responsibilities from their clan. Alongside it being the first time her only daughter was to leave the mansion.
As she past the repetitive candle's lit lights and every closed black shoji door, she continued to call out for her surreptitious husband. With each call her voice slowly ascended into irritation. The beautiful woman's bountiful raven tresses flowed around her gracefully, blowing slightly from the race in her steps.
"Please Byakuya-sama where are you?" She called yet again, turning a corner and walking up to a room whose door was halfway slid ajar. Thankfully seeing inside two figures. One hunched over and the other standing, but still almost two feet shorter than the formers position. Both of them wearing out the expensive tatami mat with their weight.
The room was pretty plain like the other rooms in the home except for the beautiful design on the waxed wood of the fusuma door, it's decoration solely signifying whose room it was. The small vanity and low writing desk, and wide open window with cherry blossoms blowing in, just above the soft futon lying on the raised part of the floor, that instead of tatami had clean mahogany wooding, furnished the room. "I understand Papa." The smaller figure nodded.
"Remember to call me Otou-sama when in company." Byakuya corrected firmly, his face stern but the warmth deep in his voice could not be overlooked.
"Byakuya." Hisana huffed, her cheeks a pale pink from exertion as relief at not having to keep up her search flooded her. She wasn't close to tired but the blood that ran through her heated her like any normal human's would. In public, it was a good replica to conceal her and her family's true nature.
"I'm here Hisana, what's wrong?" Byakuya looked to his wife with concern, standing up straight and giving off his unnatural-usually overbearing presence of power, but for his wife and daughter it lessened to a hum that was strangely comforting. His long raven hair flowed over his broad shoulders. The length of which were covered by his gray formal kimono under his black haori with the family emblem in white printed over his left breast. Staring at his wife he saw that her kimono was less plain though equally expressing wealth, made of expensive silk and had multiple drapery, colors of purple and red with gold embroidery of their clan's emblem, an intricately wrapped white obi, along with a delicate white shawl. Her arms fabric and length flowed but still showed her formal geta.
"Mama!" The small girl cried, as she ran into her mother's arms smiling happily. Her gofuku was similar except her kimono was a pretty pink and much lighter-almost pastel purple, and the sleeves were shortened though long enough to be seen as formal and royal. Byakuya sighed at hearing his daughter refer to her mother informally. He just hoped she'd understand once they leave.
"We have to go." Hisana smiled down at her daughter brushing some sparse strands of hair out of her chubby face as she answered her husband. He sighed once again-subtly even though his face was indifferent.
"Yes we must. Come Rukia, let your mother wrap your obi since the servants are not around." Little Rukia turned her beaming smile towards her father and bowed graciously. At the age of 5, the bow had a childlike hop to it that caused both of her parents to chuckle amusedly. She was their ray of light, their hearts couldn't help warm and fill with love when she was around.
She was especially cherished since Hisana could no longer bear children, the doctors of their clan, not the human ones but of their race, said it was a surprise that she had a child at all. Rukia was special.
Of course it was a disgrace to their clan that she only bear one child and it not be a boy. Some more outraged and bold members suggesting that Byakuya get a concubine to make a new heir but that was far out of the question. They decided it would be better if Rukia marry another noble to take over.
Rukia had other ailments that made her existence that much more precarious. In truth, it wasn't so much an ailment but a gift. A gift that benefited their race but not the individual.
"Did you do her hair Byakuya-sama?" Hisana smiled slyly to her husband noticing Rukia's loosely pinned, equally as raven lustrous hair like her parents', quickly falling from its hold since it was not fit for a child's exuberance. Hisana had to cover her mouth with her kimono sleeve when she asked so he wouldn't see her mocking smile. At least he did try. Of course he was too proud to ask for help beyond telling someone to do something.
Rukia moved as her mother had her stand straight so she could tie her plum colored obi together correctly, one of the many lessens Hisana had to learn before she was married. Now, even though it was against society, she was able to learn many of the things Byakuya got to learn as he grew up thanks to her husband's leniency and their unique relationship.
"Speaking of, where are your kanzashi, why is your hair down?" A small smirk quirked at his lips as he moved closer to his beautiful wife, he'd put her mocking him at the backburner of his mind for later when...Rukia wasn't around.
Her pale skin seemed to be calling to him at that moment even though he could begrudgingly barely see any of it. She wasn't wearing much to any makeup just a small blush and lip stain, but she more than honestly didn't need it. The whole kingdom knew of his wife as one of the fairest in the land her simple yet effortless beauty fit perfectly for the era. Byakuya was no pass over neither, before his wife came along as a possible candidate as his betrothal, her family name being the Kobayashi, all women willing or not, killed - sometimes literally - to be his wife, and not just because he was the emperor's nephew and the head of his family after Ginrei stepped down. He nor she was never vain about it but he held confidence in his looks that some would call cocky.
Hisana brushed a piece of her lengthy tresses behind her ear in a distracted move but Byakuya knew she did it enticingly, showing him more of her smooth pallid neck. She wasn't vain but she definitely knew how to use her charm. Thinking of it made him shiver; before he tore down her innocence, her allure came to her naturally. One of the reasons being why he was attracted so her.
A throbbing settled into his gums and he looked away. He had eaten today to prepare for the journey but seeing her tempting flesh had him going again.
Hisana giggled at her husband making him glare at her with a small very out of character-to the people outside of his home, blush. Byakuya had to bit his bottom lip to keep it from poking out petulantly. That wouldn't help his dilemma at all.
"The servants said it was in style now to wear the hair down. We were also in a hurry and you understand how long it takes for them to dress my hair." Byakuya thought of how quickly he himself put in his kenseikan with enough time to check on Rukia, compared to how long it took for the maids to put in his wife's. "Not to mention I wanted to get them out as quickly as possible." She looked at him coyly, her reddish-purple wine-like orbs sparkling in excitement.
Byakuya cleared his throat, looking away again while his daughter giggled ignorantly at their interaction, just amused to see such a reaction from her father. "You do realize that Rukia's right there?" He asked with a quirked brow and a small smirk once he turned back to the love of his life.
Hisana scoffed with a hand over her chest, "Byakuya-sama! That was not what I was insinuating at all!" She yelped in a loud whisper, a hue that wasn't her blush staining her cheeks. Byakuya just chuckled and bent over to give a chaste kiss to her forehead making her flush even darker and her long lashes blink blindly.
Rukia pulled on his kosode, "Papa." Byakuya rested on one knee to gently pull his daughter's face in by her cheeks and give her also a kiss on the forehead.
"I love you both." He said quickly. Hisana seemed to get out of her daze with a gentle smile while Rukia continued to stare at him merrily. "Now are you done with her hair?" He asked, standing up straight, his demeanor changing to his normal less affectionate one as he stared at Hisana blankly, only she being able to see the hint of love in his eyes.
"Yes." She bowed her neck, a smile still on her face. Hisana stood up placing down the gold encrusted brush she had been using on Rukia's hair after finishing her obi, onto the vanity in her room. She had left Rukia's hair down, it not being as long as her mother's but still coming to the middle of her back, and pulled back the front minus her stubborn bang that wouldn't stay back no matter how hard she tried, with an ornate jewel encrusted hair pin. Hisana then did the same with her hair except with an encrusted comb.
"Alright, let us go then." Byakuya turned from his family and started down the hall with Hisana at a respectable distance behind him holding Rukia's hand. They passed open and closed shoji doors that gave a beautiful view of their upscale perfected garden. The draft allowed noise from the nightlife of the insects and other animals inhabiting it to froth in. As they got to the genkan were most of their servants lined against the wall, heads down respectfully, a few of their handmaidens walked up behind them after bowing deeply, to hold out parasols for Hisana and Rukia.
Byakuya's face was now completely stoic and sharp so as to keep up appearances. No one outside his immediate family and close friends knowing about the tenderness he possessed, he learned at a young age he had to keep it that way.
"Kuchiki-dono, everything is ready for your departure." A small man in servant attire said with his head down as he stood in front of the grand doorway that lead outside the mansion. Byakuya gave him a curt nod, watching as a few servants moved to open the doors and a couple others walked out in front of him with their bags.
As soon as the door opened they were hit with the rays of the full moon beaming down and giving them light on the usually darkened road, that was usually only barely seeable thanks to the paper lanterns up and down it. "A good night to travel." Byakuya spoke offhandedly, his servant nodding in agreement.
Thankfully, because of it, they would have a better chance at seeing vandals or assassins. He had brought along his trusted Senbonzakura katana like always, to use if his soldiers were too incompetent, but even that's just a distraction for what he really had to offer. He was pureblood after all and he wouldn't dare let his family be in danger.
In front of the Kuchiki household stood a large deep red and brown wooded passenger cart, the cart that they would ride until they got to the western sea of Japan, taking the Kuchiki ship to China were they would take a portal along with the sorcerer Kisuke Urahara and his wife Yoruichi to Spain were they would live for the next few years.
Byakuya knew Hisana and Rukia weren't used to such long travel, Rukia for obvious reasons while Hisana because she was groomed to be a house wife, but he could only lay blame and grit his teeth towards the bastard Isshin Kurosaki for moving all the way out there in his quest to become more culturally diverse. "Che."
"What was that, Byakuya-sama?" Hisana asked as she helped Rukia get situated in the cart full of soft bedding, pillows, blankets, a platter of finger foods, and wine. Her body was turned to her daughter so she wasn't able to see the distant scathing look on her husband's face.
"Nothing, let's get a move on before the sun comes up, I don't want to become drowsy on our ride to the border."
"We're done Kuchiki-dono." A female servant appraised, holding the door open for the man to enter. He ignored the deep blush that showed on her face, that all of the maids seemed to have when in close contact with him, and tried to do the same when he smelled the barest of their arousal.
After he stepped up the small steps leading to its entrance, the handmaids and personal servants of the house, five of them total, filled their own cart, while their guards got on their steeds in the front, sides, and back of them.
As he settled in the extravagant cart that had windows on each sides, all of which could be opened with matching partitions, Byakuya let himself sigh once again. "This is going to be a large trip."
Mother and daughter looked to each other and giggled.
oOo
Spain, 1501
Thousands of miles away during a heavy storm, another family sat in the master room of their lofty castle. Two males, a doctor, and a clutter of handmaidens and servants quickly fluttered through the room like chickens with their heads cut off as a woman writhed, screamed, and moaned, on the large bed, unfortunately not in the way her husband would have wanted.
"AHHH!" A blood curdling scream could be heard piercing through the walls with a magnitude of force. "ISSHIN!"
"Here darling!" Said man called hopping on each foot warily, wanting less and less to come towards his wife. The raven haired man was dressed impeccably for his stature even though his goofy attitude most of the time diminished his hierarchy. Dressed in western garb, was his scarlet silk robe with gold designs, over his black vest and white cotton blend shirt, with a deep red scarf like fabric puffing out of it under his chin. His cream trousers fitted onto his chiseled body perfectly and black expensive boots donned his feet.
"IM GOING TO KILL YOU FOR DOING THIS TO ME!" She cried shrilly, glaring hotly and baring her fangs with a hiss, causing some of the maids in the room to gasp. They sadly didn't have enough time to get people of their own race here, so all human witness' minus the vampire doctor, would have to be disposed of by nights end. It was regretful but Isshin knew they couldn't take any chances.
Masaki had been walking down the halls holding onto to their young son, Ichigo's hand, and rubbing her blossomed belly absentmindedly while telling him a rehashed story of the Kurosaki clan, and how it came to be, when water started leaking down her thighs and onto the floor.
"Mama!" The young son didn't know what to do once his mother started panting and groaning feverishly, but call upon their most trusted servants when he couldn't find his father in time.
Luckily Isshin was able to get most of them to clear out before his wife made the change from gentle kindness to someone less amicable and bloodthirsty.
Standing here now, Isshin knew he had to get her some blood soon before the room turned into a blood bath. She was stripped to her underclothes and stuffed in the bed while the doctor pried her legs apart to see how far along she was. A metal basin full of water was next to her as some maids continued to try and ease her pain a little.
When Masaki had Ichigo she had more control over herself but now since she was having twins, doubling the need and desire to sustain life, she's almost completely lost herself. He wished he could tell the servants to back away from her but it was still too soon.
Isshin was a strong warrior and a pureblood, standing as the grandson of Yamamoto Genryusai, elder of the noble race of Demons, his strength was next to unmatched. But he had to admit even he wasn't a match for his wife on this occasion. He was sure he could hold her down but would never be able to stand denying any desire she craved. Even if it was for the blood and beating life of innocents.
"Ichigo go to your room." Isshin said sternly. His face losing its usual mirth as his onyx eyes commanded his small orange headed son.
"But Otou, I want to see if Okaa is alright." The young boy's hands were firmly at his side as he tried to look strong and determined in front of his father.
Pride filled Isshin, but he wouldn't be wooed. "No, I don't want you to see your mother like this." Isshin nodded to some of the guards in the dark corners of the room who wore thick black armor and heavy masks upon their faces - always emotionless and unconcerned, he then turned his attention back to his almost possessed wife as she switched back and forth from cries to screams as the maids tried to hold her down.
Isshin wasn't surprised, yes overwhelmed, but not surprised with the dramatics of this birth. It was a rarity for twins to be born from their race, especially twice in a row.
Ichigo had a twin but the babe had become a still born right before Masaki had given birth. No one knew the reasons behind it, though everyone had been traumatized by the growth of his seed and what it did to Masaki.
She had night terrors, murdered innocents down in the villages near their castle for a more 'potent taste' than what they had, and sleep walked all along the corridors; scaring the help severely, causing them to ask Isshin if he wanted an onmyoji. The birth itself had been surprisingly easy as Ichigo only came out healthy and bright, while the other had to be cut out of Masaki's womb and laid to rest. Everyone mourned and Masaki took it especially harshly feeling as though she was inadequate since she was not a pureblood.
Every night he assured her that she was the love of his life whether through making love and showing how precious she was with his mouth, his hands, or his manhood, or by suffocating her and Ichigo with his love and boisterous attitude. Eventually after 5 years she was pregnant again and Isshin made sure that this time, both of his children would come out healthy and alive, even if it cost lives.
"Isshin-dono, what should we do?! She's not calming down!" One of the female servants cried, worry, anxiety, and fear in her eyes resembling the look of the girls beside her, as his wife continued to scream, slashing an angry quickly bleeding scratch on one of the servants faces when they got too close.
Masaki scared the girls even further by calmly licking the blood stain off of her fingers with a placid smile resembling a kitten licking its paws. A few of the other girls went to help the girl as she fell to the floor crying while the others looked to him frantically. Masaki then started groaning in pain loudly again. He wished they knew if he intervened that their end would come sooner, his waiting was showing mercy.
On the bed his wife suddenly started to calm down, a sigh of relief chorused throughout the room while the doctor continued to stay in wait for his lord to actually start the birth, he had whispered to him minutes ago that Masaki was ready for the almost ritual like act.
"Isshin, Isshin... please." Masaki moaned, her bright amber hair, normally in healthy waves, was plastered to her sweaty face. Her skin which usually glowed was taut and an ashen color, shown deep within the hollows of her eyes. Her lips were chapped and she seemed to shiver with fever. It was amazing how quickly the birth of demons could drain his wife who was the essence of the maternity health and beauty not 3 hours ago. They'd done everything in preparation for this to be easy. If you could even call this easy. He hated to think of this being worse than it already was.
Isshin finally moved to hold his wife's hand. "I need..." Masaki turned to look at the servant girl shaking in fear near the corner of the dimly lit room. One of the few who dared to not step close to her mistress even from the beginning. She had a good gut on her.
Turning to where she was looking, realization dawned on him and his strong hands clenched around her own as he closed his eyes with regret. He sucked in a deep breath of air, comforted mildly that he sent Ichigo out so he wouldn't see the sin that his parents were to commit. See the ugly behavior his normally extremely kind and gracious mother would show and see the weakness of his father for the ones he loved above no one else.
It had begun.
"Of course..my love." Isshin looked to his wife and saw a small genuine smile, and behind the darkness in her chocolate-brown eyes that he loved so much, he saw the remorse and disgust with her nature. He smiled back reassuringly, ready to bear all of the hatred and consequence of their actions.
Turning towards the young woman in the corner, his face became blank-a small sorry hidden in his eyes as he snapped his fingers for the soldiers in the room to lock and barricade the door. Everyone human, a number of around 12 people, stood stock still with wide eyes as they heard the heavy chink of metal voice the rapture of their doom over the silence of the room.
None of them would get out.
Isshin's eyes flashed a deep blood-red as his fangs elongated. He took off his robe as sparse hairs fell over his handsome face. He chose to lose himself, to give himself to the monster he was. His mouth curled into a heinous blood chilling smile, the ends of his lips pointed up wretchedly as he looked over the eyes of everyone in the room. He could feel their fear emitting off of them in waves as they shook under his unusual gaze, it made the evil inside of him laugh in pure delight. His arousal grew, he wanted more.
More fright, more terror.
In the blink of an eye he was in front of her-the one his wife chose. A boom of thunder sounded and then lightning, blinding the humans in the room for a mere second. "Scream." He whispered almost seductively.
And so they did.
"Stop! Let go of me!" Young Ichigo cried, struggling feebly to get out of the hold of the two guards as his personal servant, Hanataro Yamada, led them to his room with only the glow of a lamp as a guide.
"S-Sorry, Ichigo-sama." Hanataro stuttered, he was not a human like the other people in the bed chamber, but wasn't a vampire neither, instead a lowly shape shifter. "Isshin-dono s-said you must go back to your r-room."
Loud piercing screams unlike his mother's rang throughout the castle, battling with the thunder and rain pelting outside. "What was that?!" Ichigo stopped his movement to look back behind, seeing nothing but darkness and the small glow of candles hanging on the wall. The darkness seemed to be calling him, striking a fear so unusual to his norm.
Ichigo closed his eyes tight and took deep breaths to rid the feeling. "What was that?" He called again quietly, his deep amber eyes still closed.
Hanataro looked back at his young lord worriedly but didn't answer. He had an inkling of what it was and it was partly the reason why Isshin told him to take Ichigo. Even as a shape shifter he was open for an attack from a vampire and could be easily killed. It made his loyalty grow stronger that Isshin wanted to keep him particularly alive, not that he wouldn't lay down his life for the Kurosaki family, he owed a lot to them.
As they passed the large windowed area that was usually extremely beautiful from the odd shapes and patterns it shadowed on the rugged floor and wall, but was now a foreboding threat of the night as a pure white lightning ray flashed dangerously close and struck fear into Hanataro, and begrudgingly Ichigo. The masked soldiers carrying Ichigo silently, just continued on their way indifferently and not at all bothered.
"We must hurry." Hanataro called, picking up his pace. Ichigo glared at his back, his pudgy face pinching into a risible scowl towards the jumpy boy walking ahead. No he was not distracted by that fact that he avoided his question.
He then sighed, giving up. Promising himself that his father was capable enough to take care of his mother and that he would be there for the next birth. He was tired since it was soon to be his bed time, the sun was to rise in about an hour.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Isshin, our babies. They're…beautiful."
The disheartened man looked around the room, if you could even call it that anymore. Blood was everywhere, splattered along the walls and glossing the floor, giving off an acrid iron smell wafting around him. Soft cries and pained moans could be heard from the unfortunate souls still alive in the room. Limbs of their servants still spraying blood from their cut arteries, organs, and beheaded bodies lied randomly around scattered about. The drapery overhanging the blown out window from where a few tried to get out but failed, was shredded and bloodied as water pellets soaked in; the noise of the storm amplified even louder. Even the horror of the room left the guards unmoved, their swords out and stained showing their part in keeping the victims tortured.
The doctor stood grim putting his equipment back in his bag and bowing deeply to Isshin before walking out without a word. He had already called the medical expert of their kind, Retsu Unohana, in to take a look at the offspring, all he was there for was to bring them into the world. The soft click of the door being closed resigned that he had met his purpose.
With the scarlet blood soaking his clothes and dripping down his chin, Isshin finally graced a look at his life, his family. His eyes slowly ebbed to their normal onyx color, something satiated in the back of his mind showing him in great detail the ecstasy that he felt from taking the life of another and drinking in their fear. It was despicable yet natural. Even with the sadness in his heart he couldn't help but smile lovingly at his wife and their two healthy twins.
Masaki's face was flushed, her skin a rosy healthy color and her chocolate eyes sparkling with warmth as she lay embracing the two newborns in her arms tiredly. She looked so beautiful with only the blood in her hair, face, and clothes to mar her purity.
Isshin moved to carry them all in his arms, wanting nothing more than to rid them from the room. Not desiring for his daughters to be around this area right after their birth. Masaki adjusted in his arms, holding the twins tighter to her body and sighing with relief. Once they reached a new room, Isshin place his wife down gently onto the plush bed. Trying his hardest to forget the images of the previous room's setting.
The room was completely silent for a while as Isshin stood looking off in his own musings. The guards hadn't followed and he had told all of the remaining servants before the ordeal to rest for the night.
A tear left Masaki's eye as she looked up at her husband again, the unshed ones blurring her vision. "I'm sorry." She began to sob.
Isshin looked down hearing her muffled sounds. "No." He walked over to her and knelt at her side, kissing her lips softly and staring into her eyes. "I'm sorry." He said sincerely.
Her sobs died down slowly as she looked into his glassy orbs. "I love you." She said, her voice hoarse from strain. He kissed her again in reply—deeper this time-and looked down to their children, both girls.
"I love all of you more than life itself." Isshin whispered, his face couldn't help but break into a large smile. Masaki had moved them to feed from her breast but he could still see their enchanting faces. One had black hair like her father, a scowl, and a fierce hold on his thumb when he placed it in her hand. The other held a gentle expression as it fed, her small patch of hair a soft sandy brown.
"I wish Ichigo was here." Masaki called drowsily, her eyes half lidded as she gazed at her family with warmth. Isshin agreed solemnly, he just couldn't imagine how his son would react to all of this. He had kept him in the dark on how cruel and hatefully evil their kind could be. He especially didn't need to see that from his parents.
"I don't think it's time yet."
Masaki looked at him impassively for a moment. "He has to know of his nature Isshin." She said wisely, "Better sooner than later. It's hard enough dealing with our evil and knowing why it's so. Imagine him not understanding."
Isshin sighed heavily, as if all the world's problems were on his shoulders. The last thing his son needed was to blame himself for all these people's deaths since he panicked and called upon them when his mother was in labor. But she was right, Ichigo needed a reality check soon before he took on a bitter hatred, much stronger, when he knew later. "You're right love."
Masaki smiled sadly. "I think we should name them Yuzu and Karin." The babies bubbled happily lifting their hands playfully.
Isshin chuckled. "You were always great at making names." Masaki nodded proudly with her head high. "Speaking of, was it you who suggested the name for Kuchiki's daughter?"
"Oh yes! I wonder if they named her what I hinted to Hisana." Masaki's eyes were wide open now in thought.
"Well they're coming to live here so you'll get to meet her... but I think Byakuya said to me that they did. What was that name again."
Masaki smirked proudly, "Rukia."
Isshin guffawed loudly, "Yes that's it."
"Rukia."
oOo
4 days later
"Papa are we there yet?" The little girl cried asking her father the same question over and over for the past few days. They were just on the border to the sea and had finally stopped to get up onto their ship. Byakuya was a little annoyed since it was morning even when the driver said they'd make it just before sun rise. He couldn't really blame him though, his wife and daughter made a lot of unnecessary stops. Bathhouses, festivals, town presentations, shopping, etc.
"Otou-sama, Rukia." He corrected yet again.
The small girl made a noise in the back of her throat, obviously irritated with sitting in their cart for so long. Hisana laughed lightly behind her kimono sleeve at her daughter and husband, finding amusement at their irritation and how they both acted so much alike.
"Don't encourage her Hisana." Byakuya said sternly.
"Yes Byakuya-sama." She said with a bow, mockingly. This caused Rukia to giggle right beside her, unabashedly not putting up her kimono to hide her toothy smile.
Byakuya sighed, even more irritated than before as he looked away from his family and tapped his foot impatiently.
Hisana who was on the opposite side of the cart next to Rukia, got up gracefully and walked with precise steps in her geta towards her husband. Byakuya didn't dare look up knowing she's just going to draw him into her allure and make him forget his anger.
"Rukia dear, please close your eyes." Byakuya blinked his eyes quickly at the window he was glaring a hole at, perplexed on why she would want that.
Suddenly she was beside him, very closely beside him. Her arms grazed him allowing him to feel her heat even through her layers of kimono. "Byakuya-sama." She said sultrily. Hisana pulled his chin to look at her with the tips of her soft middle and index fingers.
Byakuya looked into her coaxing impish eyes passively, trying to understand her ploy. Wisps of her hair had fallen into her face making her look adorable, though her heavily lashed doe eyes made her undeniably sexy. He could smell her intoxicating scent as she moved her hand to smooth down the hard lines of his face. His pulse was already starting to pound and heat started to twist in his loins just from this. It had been too long since they were able to be alone.
Hisana moved closer so that her red stained lips were just a breaths away from his, "Byakuya-sama." She breathed out breathlessly.
Byakuya growled in his chest inevitably losing his control. He pulled his wife by the arms suddenly, making her body flush against his, a pretty blush started to stain her cheeks and her face played up demurely.
Without a second thought Byakuya crashed his lips upon hers ravishing her mouth like no tomorrow, biting her soft petal lips to open as she moaned into his mouth. Her wet lips parted sweeping her tongue out to play with his. Her fingers started to crawl against the firmness of his clothed torso causing him to groan in need.
A small rapture was heard at the door. "Byakuya-dono. We have everything ready for you to take leave." A man's voice called, respectfully not opening the door before being told.
Hisana pulled away from him eliciting what was possibly a small whine from Byakuya as his intense gray eyes stared down at her as if he wanted to devour her whole. She blushed darkly and looked down modestly, covering her bruised lips with her pale hand.
"Rukia!" She whispered loudly, suddenly distracted.
Said girl was looking at her parents with wide innocent violet eyes, blinking in amazement. "Okaa how'd you make Otou do that?" Byakuya couldn't even permit himself to quirk a smile at her finally referring to them correctly. She still hadn't used an honorific though.
"I'll teach you when you're older Rukia." Hisana fussed, her voice still not going above a loud whisper as was custom for noble women to never raise their voice. Byakuya smirked knowing her voice was never contained in their bedroom. The way he possessed and dominated her wouldn't allow it. He closed his eyes tightly trying to bid off the arousing memories.
Hisana quickly fixed herself as she chided Rukia to not disobey when her mother gives her an order. Something she should've known by now. They hadn't started on punishment yet for Rukia since she had yet to take formal training but once they were in Spain she would be disciplined by her teachers. Byakuya had held it off because he couldn't stand the thought of anyone hurting his pride.
She then moved quickly to sit by Rukia again, getting ready for them to leave the confines of the cart. In truth they were all a little irritated from being sleepy, excitement being the only thing keeping Rukia up. Byakuya of course having to stay up most of the ride there, getting at most 2 hours of a sleep a day since he had to watch out for his family first and foremost. Even with samurai protection of the highest caliber, he knew he could only depend on his self to protect them.
"Alright then let's leave." Byakuya called finally getting out of his drowsy daze, gracefully sweeping up to his feet waiting for the women of his life to do the same.
"Hai, Otou-sama." Byakuya smiled to himself at hearing her finally say it.
AN: So what did you think? This fic will probably be pretty lengthy. I'm just mostly testing the shores with this chap to see if I can do it or stick to what I know. This was also my first time writing gore and horror, tell me how I did on that too. The first pairings of the fic are shown ByaHisa and IssMasa. You guys should also give me ideas that would definitely help. What you want to see, how I should make some characters etc. I have a few ideas but who knows yours could be better xD. Severely open for criticism with this fic since I'm a novice.
Until next time~.