Lemony: Hello, hello my dearest reader people. Don't kill me, I know I have other stories going right now, but this was just calling me! So now I'm writing once again! Thank you, Thinkin' Mat!

Wicked: *sigh* Well, maybe now you'll stop bothering us. I was on the verge of drugging you…

Awesome: Fuck a drug, Lemony. You bugged us so much I was on the verge of kicking your ass if asked me one more time "What should I write about?"


It's strange how life works. One day everything is going so good you're just living it up, and the next day you find yourself wanting to slit your fucking wrists. However you have no choice but to play the cards you're dealt, and live day by day no matter how good or bad they may be.

At eighteen years old, everyone assumed Rukia Kuchiki was happy with her life. That was as far from the truth as something could possibly be. Sure, she was worth $725.23 million dollars, but that didn't make much of a difference seeing as though her current guardian, Jin Kiraya, only let her live off a meager $25 dollars a week. Rukia wouldn't see another cent of her deceased Nii-sama's millions until she turned twenty-one; after all, it was his dying wish. Rukia knew on her twenty-first birthday everyone would pay. Everyone. She'd get them all, someway, somehow.

But for now, Rukia was stuck in a boring, mundane, hell of a pitiful existence. Trapped in LWA Academy for Girls, she could do nothing but wish everyone around her would just catch fire and burn!

"I'll get you for this, Jin Kiraya…just a few more years…" Rukia muttered to her computer screen. It pissed her off just thinking about it. When her Nii-sama was killed she wondered why in his last will he requested that Jin Kiraya become her legal guardian. Of all the people in Byakuya Kuchiki's life, he choose that white-haired, red-eyed snake to watch after his adored sister. Rukia didn't believe it for a second; her theory was that Jin slithered his way into the contract so that he could steal the Kuchiki Clan millions. But no money was ever taken; still, Rukia was suspicious.

The email icon on Rukia's laptop popped up. She scowled when she saw the message was from Jin himself. Rolling her midnight blue eyes, she opened the message.

Rukia, I hate to have to remind you of this, but LWA Preparatory School clearly states that students on academic probation cannot have access to any personal funds.

Rukia could hear his gloating words in her head as she read them. No doubt Jin was up all night pouring over the school's rule books to find that one. That was another reason Rukia wanted to off herself. This fucking school was killing her. But Rukia would rather be here than trapped back Kuchiki Manor, trapped with Jin, and trapped with so-called family members that could give a damn about her. No, she was much better off far away, stuck in stupid LWA Preparatory Boarding School for Girls. The anger and rage that grew within Rukia's blackened heart seemed to smolder. She couldn't do a damn thing but be mad. It was her own fault really, seeing as though Rukia didn't give two fucks about school, class, or anything else for that matter. It was a massive waste of time in her opinion; Rukia was a fucking millionaire, adopted into a noble family, she had everything going for her. What the hell would school have to offer? Not shit in her view.

"One day Kiraya…" Rukia hissed exiting out of the email box and deleting the message, "Your ass is grass."

Rukia excitedly typed in the address to a website. This particular site seemed to offer her a bit of enjoyment; it was a welcome distraction to what was going on in her personal life. The site was called an online chat room where people could flirt for the fun of it. It was like a digital bar. In all honesty, Rukia had stumbled upon the site by accident a few months ago and had been addicted to it ever since. The younger Kuchiki had developed quite the relationship with someone who went by the screen-name "Mr. Hyde". He offered her hours of entertainment with their lusty chit-chat. Now Rukia was feeling a bit naughty…

Logging onto her profile she saw his avatar picture (which strangely was a photo of bright red gambling dice) had a bright yellow box radiating around it, which meant he was online. Rukia went by the screen-name Secrecy and had a photo of a pair of lips glossed in racing-red lipstick with one finger pressed to it as if it was saying "Shhh…" Hence the reason for her screen-name. Rukia got even more excited when he IM'ed her.

Mr. Hyde: Good to see you again, Secrecy.

Secrecy: Nice to see you, too.

Mr. Hyde: Are we going to play today?

Rukia let a small, lusty smirk tug at her lips. That was always the first question Mr. Hyde asked her. And she always enjoyed answering. Licking her lips, she typed her response:

Secrecy: You enjoyed our last playtime?

Mr. Hyde: Oh yes, very much.

The younger Kuchiki shifted on her bed as she chuckled to herself. This was the part she liked the most:

Secrecy: Do you really want to play again?

Mr. Hyde: Yes.

Secrecy: Say please lol.

Mr. Hyde: Please, Secrecy.

Secrecy: Ok…is your cock nice and hard?

Mr. Hyde: Is your pussy nice and wet, lol?

Secrecy: Answer my question and I'll answer yours.

Mr. Hyde: Yes.

Secrecy: Yes what?

Mr. Hyde: Yes, I'm nice and hard for you. Now answer my question.

Secrecy: I don't think I want to lol.

Mr. Hyde: Tease.

Secrecy: You should know that better than anyone. Now that I know your aroused, you wanna fuck me with that hard cock?

Mr. Hyde: Oh yes.

Secrecy: Tell me about it. What do you want to do?

Mr. Hyde: I want to sneak up and…have my wicked way with you...

Rukia felt a small pulse of heat go through her. She didn't know why talking dirty to a total stranger turned her on so much, but dammit at this point she didn't give two flying fucks about shit anymore. Life was short, she figured, might as well get your kicks while you're still young enough to get them.

Secrecy: Ooooohhh, you sound dangerous.

Mr. Hyde: I am. I'm a very dangerous man. Are you sure you should even be talking to me?

In Rukia's mind that sounded a lot like a challenge. Well, she was in control of this conversation and it was time to steer it back to something more…naughty…

Secrecy: You're dangerous huh? You gonna force yourself onto me? Make me suck your cock?

Mr. Hyde: Hell yes.

Secrecy: You want me to suck you dry? Swallow your hot cum? And then you'll fuck me hard?

Mr. Hyde: If that's what you really want, love.

Secrecy: Mmmm….That is what I want…

Rukia leaned back slightly. Like the twisted little minx she was, this turned her on. She knew that somewhere Mr. Hyde was stroking himself. Good, Rukia got a rush out what she doing. Having this…this…power over men had flourished right after her beloved Nii-sama had been killed. She liked it…She liked it when they got needy, she liked it when they begged for her body, and she liked it when they came and stared at her as if she was a goddess. It steamed from wanting control…to finally dominate…and Mr. Hyde was no different from the men/boys in her real life.

Mr. Hyde: You're my kind of girl.

Secrecy: And you're my kind of guy.

It was true Rukia liked the mysterious Mr. Hyde. Unlike other men on the site, he didn't have any proclamations of wanting to meet her in person, or any false exclamations of love and other fluffy bullshit that nobody had time for. What he wanted was abundantly clear.

The younger Kuchiki was about to reply when her eyes burned. She blinked hoping to get some moisture back into her tear ducts. Then her shoulders got sore and stiff, Rukia stretched lavishly. God, how long had she been online? Rukia's eyes bugged out of her head when she looked at the clock.

Shit! It was 6:04 a.m!

"Fuck," Rukia groaned flopping back down onto her bed. Tiredly she spoke to Mr. Hyde once more.

Secrecy: Sorry to cut our playtime short, but I gotta go.

Mr. Hyde: I understand, Secrecy. Til the next time we met.

Secrecy: Yeah whatever, you just clean up the cum off the floor…

With that, Rukia logged off, clasped her laptop shut, and rolled onto her side. God, she'd been up all night suffering the net and teasing Mr. Hyde. She wondered who he was in real life. Ugh, she was only going to get two hours of sleep before class. Brilliant. Just fucking brilliant.


The history test was one copied right out of the teacher's handbook. Anyone who payed attention in class and took notes would pass easily; everyone but Rukia who spent her class time sleeping or staring out of the window. Instead of taking the test seriously, she doodled the entire time.

Question 1: Who wrote the Declaration of Independence?

Rukia answered by drawing a picture of herself suspended by a rope, dangling from a tree because at this point she'd rather hang herself that take this fucking test.

Question 2: When was Mao Zedong in power?

Once again, Rukia drew a morbid picture of herself holding a gun up to her temple. Just as she was contemplating what terrible thing she was going to draw for question number 3, her paper was snatched off her desk by the teacher. One Mr. Kaien Shiba.

"Rukia," He began sternly, "Do you think this funny?"

Rukia grinned, "As a matter of fact, I think it's fucking hilarious."

Mr. Shiba frowned at the girl, "You're no artist."

"You don't like my self expression?" Rukia hummed sarcastically, playfully looking offended. "I no longer have a need for such simplistic art. Take it away." With that she waved her hand absently.

Mr. Shiba took a red pen from his shirt pocket and slapped a big, fat F across the front of the paper. He gave it back to Rukia who snatched it rudely from him, crumpled it up, and tossed it on the floor.

"Pick that up Ms. Kuchiki." Mr. Shiba demanded, Rukia looked up at him with uncaring eyes.

"Make me." She replied,

Mr. Shiba sighed exasperatedly and rubbed his temples. "Rukia please stay after class."

The raven-haired girl blinked innocently at her teacher knowing damn good and well he was going to let her ass have it after class. Once again, did she give a fuck? Hell no. There was only so much he could do to her. Mr. Shiba turned to see the curious faces of his students staring at the scene before them.

"Get back to work people," He said tiredly, "Nothing to see here."

After class Rukia sat comfortably in her desk and waited for her raven-haired teacher to address her. He sat behind his desk; Kaien's expression was cold as if ice had taken over his features. He examined Rukia closely, she really didn't seem to care that she had gotten into trouble…again.

"You really think you're someone." Kaien said softly, Rukia arched an elegant eyebrow. She was going to say something smart but figured it was too easy. She wanted a challenge.

"You do realize with your attitude you won't-" Kaien stopped speaking when Rukia stood up. She lazily gathered her things and made her way towards the door. Kaien scowled.

"Rukia, I was not finished talking to you," He said voice raw with iron; Rukia turned gave him a bored expression.

"But I'm finished listening to you. See ya' around Mr. Shiba." Rukia said smirking evilly, she opened the door and stepped out.

"Rukia!" Kaien called angrily,

"Go to hell." Rukia called back, now in the hall she made her way to her next class. The raven-haired haired girl sneered to herself, hopefully she'd make it through the day without killing someone. It seemed like after her Nii-sama's murder, Rukia Kuchiki went from being a sweet, innocent girl into a woman who used curse words, had a lack of empathy, and…and…just took a turn for the worst.

To Be Continued…


Lemony: Whoaaa, Rukia's one bad girl. Ha! My muse is back readers! Now we have a story with a plot! MWHAHAHAHA!

Wicked: Good, maybe now we'll get some peace and quiet. And oh dear, our little Rukia isn't doing so well. Might suggest some anti-depressants…that reminds me I haven't mine today...oh bloody hell...

Awesome: Once again, fuck a drug. Rukia needs her ass BEAT…

Lemony: *does Stanky Leg* My muse is back!...REVIEW!