Well, another story from mine. I'am really sorry for all my readers who has waiting patiently for the TPFL latest chapter. I'm having a writer block and having a difficult time to write the story. But don't worry, I will not dropped the story, just want refreshing my mind for the new plot.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.


LOVE NO OTHER

CHAPTER 1

In the midst of darkness where's not even a single light appeared, a small body laid helplessly in her wet cloth.

The waves from the shore leisurely hitting the hopeless frame, moving it upward to the surface. Her eyes tighten shut, her lips turned blue because of the cold weather and her body felt icy without any warmth. She only wore a blue jeans matched with the purple shirt fitted perfectly on her petite frame. There is no identification card, telling who the real she is and where did she come from.

A tall girl suddenly appeared from the darkness; hastily impending the indefinite figure. She leaned closely; her green hair cascaded down, hiding her beautiful face. She carefully touched the cold, pale hand. Slowly, she moved to her face, sliding the soaking hair that splayed on the small face. She tilted the figure face a little, trying to get a better view of her.

"I never saw her...," she murmured to herself. Curiosity was built instantly within her mind. Black hair, pale skin, small body…she never met her anywhere before, especially not in this island. She raised her head, her eyes scanning the surrounding, hearing the wind roar bizarrely. Her eyes caught a sight of planks, some of it half-buried in the sand.

A stray stranger?

But why is she here?

This is a place where stranger shouldn't be …

And it is very impossible for them to landed here.

"Is she dead?"

Her heart hammering with every breath she inhaled, panicky runs through her veins if the small body that lay vulnerably had lost her heart beat. Quickly, she places her right ear at the girl's chest.

"Oh, she's alive…though it's run slowly," she mumbled.

"Who the hell is she?" she thought. Her slender fingers moved around the girl's body, skimming the wet cloth, intentionally to search for any clue for her identity. Her hands moved from her blouse to her jeans' pocket, inserting her fingers.

"There's nothing here," she assumed, placing her hands on the side of her body, carefully lifting it upward. Her right hand stirred hastily on her back pocket while the other withstands the petite frame. When her hand roving around the left pocket, she could feel something hard inside it.

"Oh, what is this?" She inserts her fingers, trying so hard to pull the small thing out.

"A locket?" It is silver, half love shape locket with the design of cherry blossom craved on its surface, and also a half wing by the side of the shape. She turned the locket, catching a view of a word.

"Rukia and…. Huh? Ru…kia? Never heard this name," she whispered softly. Her eyes staring at those beautiful, pale face again. Sigh…what should I do know? Should I abandon her? No…that will be cruel of me. But Master will mad at me if he finds out.

Urgh!

Oh, how about I…

"Nel? Is that you?"

Her head snapped up, hearing someone calling her name. Far from where she kneels, she saw a dim light that slowly grew lighter. She recognizes that deep voice. Her lips curled up, suppressing the happiness to hear that voice. Yeay, I'm safe!

"Yes! Ulquiorra-san, here! Someone's in trouble!"


Sweat started to glistened around her forehead regardless of the cold air that run in the enormous room. Her steady heart gradually getting heavier and she's having a difficult time to breath, inhaling the air to her lungs. Her small body trembling under the man's touch, weakened her senses and feeling. She uncomfortably lay on the vast bed, feeling hot all over her body despite the fact that the room was cooled by the air-conditioner.

She giggled softly as the man nibbling her earlobe, sending tickle to her body. Both her hands rest beside her petite form, clenching her fist tightly. She actually didn't know how to respond to his touch since everything was so new to her.

Should she touch his body? Or hugging him closely?

She doesn't know at all.

She tried to suppress her moan, afraid how her voice will turned out when the man suddenly moves to her neck, nipping the sensitive skin below her throat. She shut her eyes, stretching her neck to give him more access view of her beautiful smooth neck, causing him to bit her skin on the collarbone, creating a red mark as a symbol of his belonging. She whimpered a little, still trying to restrain her beautiful voice from leaking out.

"Don't hold your voice. I want to hear it."

Hearing those words, she opened her mouth a little, letting out a soft moan when he suddenly licking the red spot, easing the pain he had been make. His right hand slowly made way to her bare left breast, causing her hastily covering her bare chest. A flush red obviously tinted between her cheeks.

"You're beautiful. There's nothing to ashamed of," he gently assured her, grabbing both her hands and pinning it above her head. He drinks the sight of her beautiful bosom through his blue eyes before carefully kneaded the mound in his palm while still giving a butterfly kisses around her smooth neck.

His left hand released her hands just to joined together to fondled her breasts, causing the petite girl to whimper below his touch. His lips move below to her collarbone, sucking it whereas his thumb strokes the puckered bud between his fingers.

Her breath hitched when his lips finally hovered the pink areolar, took it in his mouth and biting it lightly. She gasped of the sudden sensations that was really feel novel to her when he swirl his tongue in a circular motion around the pink bud, then sucking it so unexpectedly causing her back to arched from the vast bed. Her hand that lay beside her move feverishly to his light-blue hair, tugging it in her fist to control the desire that instantaneously build within her innocence body, eliciting a soft groan from the man above her.

She finally moaning out loud when the strong man change his ministration from the left breast to her right one, giving the same attention he had given previously. He began to suckle her breast more strenuously whilst kneaded the soft mound in an erotic motion, causing the small girl to squirm beneath his touch. He smirk, noticing how a little touch by him can weaken the strong-head girl, raising his pride to the top of his prominence list in his life.

He growled when the petite girl lifted her legs to straddle his waist, grinding her lower region against his length.

"Rukia…"

She gaze at the man who's now staring intently at her, stunning by the sight of his blue eyes darkened with lust.

Rukia…

Rukia…

Who's Rukia…?

The name was so hazy in her mind.

Ah, yes…

That was my name.

Rukia.

She stretched her hands, holding his face and pulled him up to capture his lips in a fervent kiss. The desire was too enormous to control. She needed a release soon. The man probes his tongue, drawing a line between her crimson lips, asking for opening which she gladly gave. He taste a slight of cigarette mingles with the apple favors, his favorite drink. Their tongue molding with each others, tasting their essence, and battling for dominant.

His lips leave her mouth; continue to sliding across her long neck down to her body. Placing a soft kiss on her both nipples, he moved over her stomach and lick into her navel, causing the girl to let out a gasp. Nibbling the skin, he unhurriedly moving downward, deliberately to touch her nether region. Realizing it sooner, Rukia involuntarily closed her legs together, staring him with her wide violet eyes.

"You're beautiful."

She heard it again. And always heard it in this past two weeks. She couldn't understand it at all.

Am I really that beautiful?

She really couldn't comprehend the words that constantly passed from the lips of the handsome man.

She gasped when he nudged her leg open, holding it tightly in his hand.

"And you're very kind," he whispered, smiling to the beautiful angel beneath him. Rukia could feel her cheek heated upon the flattering remark, flabbergasted when she finally saw his honed sculpted body under the dim light of their table lamp. Before this, she so caught in the embarrassed moment, didn't dare to open her eyes when the man undress himself (and herself). And now, his beautiful naked splendor was served for her to observe. He rose up just to kneel between her legs, taking one of her legs to be caught by his sexual lips.

Rukia struggle to hold her breath as she attentively watch the handsome man kissing her small toes while his blue eyes never averted from hers. She waited anxiously for his next move, inquisitive to know what he will do next.

The man smirked. Her eyes widen when she catch the glimpse of his smile, panting heavily as he slid his tongue upward to her kneecap.

"I'll make you scream my name," he proclaim, still maintaining his grin. Rukia couldn't dare to avoid her eyes from the pierce, blue eyes.

To prove his words, he swiftly spread her leg wider, earning a gasp from the little angel and attentively move his face closer to her feminine folds.

"W-Wait!" Rukia instinctive tugged his silky hair, consciously to thwart him from his next movement. No way…is he going to…

Smirking, he gazed at the enticing region, licking his lips before placing a kiss on the sensitive folds, eliciting a heavy moan from Rukia.

"You're already this wet…You want me to wait?" he seductively asked.

"N-No…It's just-" Rukia almost cried in embarrassed, blushed at how aroused she had been after their entire foreplay making.

"I'm also this hard because of you," he whispered on her ear, licking the earlobe before nibbling at it. Rukia gasped when the man took her hands from his hair and placed it at somewhat a hard thing. Her eyes widen and she blushed horribly at the discovery.

"Don't make me wait any longer." Following those words, he moved downward to meet her nether region, loving the sight of it. At the first contact on her folds, Rukia jerked her hips slightly, startled by his finger touching the sensitive nub of her intimate part. He holds her hips using his left hand, at the same time the other hand continue to stroking her clitoris in circles motion.

Rukia threw her head back, moaning at the eccentric sensations, clenching the silk fabric tightly in her fist. Then he thrust his tongue into her wet core, tasting the fluids that constantly flow from her entrance. His tongue moving in and out from her clit, never tired to drink of her essence and his finger thrusting in a rhythm.

"No!" Rukia cried out in pleasure; wriggle her head back and forth. The wave of pleasure was too much for her endure. Her chest heaving heavily and bead of sweat started to form on her body. "Please…"

His grin grew wider. "Call out my name."

Now she was panting heavily. His naked splendor, his hard length, his sexy smirk, and his slate blue eyes…

It was all too much for her to restrain.

"I want you, Grimmjaw-san!"

Finally, his name came out from her rosy lips. The name who loved her the most. The name who's now become her…

husband.

I want to give it all for this man…who loved me more than his life…

"That's my girl." Sill maintaining his smirk, he hovered her once more, meeting her lips in a passionate kiss. He swore she can taste herself in their kisses.

"I want to enter you now…" Grimmjaw said, caress her cheek in a subtle movement. He spread her legs wider and positioned himself between her legs, gaping at the beautiful angel who's broadening her eyes with apprehension. He chuckled a little. Bending down his head, he captures her lips once again before move downward to her hollow neck.

Rukia bite her lips, waiting nervously for him to penetrate her. Her breathe hitch as she felt the tip of her member touching slightly at her lower region. When he moved to kiss her neck, she tightly shut her eyes, and…

"Huh?"

Rukia swore she could hear the man above her snoring softly, breathing so contentedly between her splayed hair.

"He falls asleep? In the middle of this? I can't believe it! " Rukia almost can't believe herself. Her husband was comfortably sleeping when he was about to…

"Urgh, forget it," she mumbled, tenderly lifting the heavy body from crushing her petite frame and placing him beside her. She stares at him, a wave of euphoria feelings rushed into her body at the subtle view.

"This is the first time I've ever watch him so closely," she giggle, loving the sight of his peaceful face so nearer to her. "Well, he probably tired managing the ceremony. Don't blame him though. But there we go, our first night. "

Rukia dropped her body to the soft pillow, pulling up the thick cover to shelter them from the cool conditioner. Her eyes gazing vacuously at the wide ceiling above her, feeling the peculiar ache in her heart for every occurrence that had happen.

She couldn't feel right. Something was left behind. Something so important that she afraid she will regret in her whole life if she forget it.

Her life. The meaning of her life.

Is this the real one?

How can she know she was now walking at the right path?

I want him to walk beside me.

Who? The man in my dream?

Long dark, ebony hair…

Grey eyes…

"Urgh, my head!" Rukia wiggle in pain, clutching her head to endure the sudden pain. It's like someone beating her head with a solid thing whenever she tried to remember her dreams.

Who the hell he is….and who am I?


A loud noise can be heard across the hallway room, beckoning an unusual atmosphere in the huge mansion which usually be seen in its peace and quiet mode.

A loud footstep slowly getting closer to the immense room, its step seems full with panic and anxiety.

The old, huge door suddenly opened from outside.

"So? What can you find?" the high voice asked impatiently to the figure who's been trying so hardly to breathe the air to his lungs. Dotted of perspiration can be seen all over his face and his attire was already drenched with sweat.

"She's already came back from New York three weeks ago. I've checked it at the airport," he answered, steady his still beating heart. Seems that he had run with all his might to come to the mansion as faster as possible.

"So where is she? Renji, couldn't you find anything else?" the voice asks again. A little pusher this time.

"Sorry, Ichigo. My connections are limited. What I know is she'd come back to Japan because of some urgent case, that's what her friends told me. She doesn't tell her friends anything the real cause; just flew herself back to Japan. The weird is, I'd checked all the hotel list name, either the expensive or the cheap one, but she never stayed once. It's like…she's missing all of a sudden."

"What do you mean she's missing Renji? I repulse those words."

The red-haired guy watches keenly as the tall, young man stride smartly and stopped in front of him. He held his breath.

"Sorry. I didn't mean she's missing. Er…she probably staying somewhere outside Tokyo. W-we will find her. That…I assure you, Byakuya," he timidly replied his cousin words, didn't dare to raise his head up. Tsk, I'd die instantly if he gone mad! He can tell the little cousin of him worry her to death and ever since his beloved girl gone, Byakuya can't never close his eyes in ease.

"But how we'll find her? We didn't even know where she is? I don't understand why she didn't even contact us," Ichigo let out a sigh, rubbing his range-haired haplessly, still feeling intimidating and mad at the girl's reckless action. Renji quickly turned his head to Ichigo, hurriedly swinging his right hand to the boy's shoulder as an act of comforting. He didn't dare to glance at his cousin, afraid his soul will leave with his body instantaneously just by staring at his grey eyes. Oh, that's so exaggerated, Abarai Renji!

Something hit him. Something he never dared to think.

"Oi Ichigo!"

"Hm? What?"

"Does anyone of you ever tell Rukia about your father?"

Ichigo's head snapped up. He changes his sight with Byakuya, watching the alarm in his eyes. "N-No…W-we…no, I mean…I never tell her."

"You mean…you. What about your sisters?" Renji inquire.

"That's no possible! Yuzu and Karin will never tell her. They promised me!" Ichigo bluntly replied, hastily went to the threshold and calling out his sisters' name.

"You better ask," Renji claimed, hugging both his arm in front of his chest.

"Yes, ichi-ni?" both his twin sister asked him after they run up to the hall room.

"Tell me honestly. Have you ever mentioned about father to Rukia?" Ichigo held his serious gaze to his sisters, waiting impatiently for their answer. He still believes they will not betray his trust he give upon them. He could barely withstand it. Anything. Just anything but not this…

The girls change their look.

"No."

Ichigo release a grateful sigh.

"B-But…"

"But what?" Anymore but and I seriously will gone mad.

"Y-you told us a month after it," Yuzu mumbled, she constantly hides herself behind Karin's back.

"So what's the difference?" Ichigo nearly snapped. And suddenly realization hit him. Yes, I told them a month after that. No…no…don't tell me…

"We'd told Rukia-neesan a day after that."

Ichigo almost faint. He could saw Renji opened his jaw in shock. Byakuya widen his eyes in fear.

"Oh, no…no…this can't be…Rukia, she's definitely going to that guy!" He can't think anymore. This not supposed to be happening.

"I'll bring her back."

The ambiance abruptly in silence. Everyone eyes followed the man's movement without any noise escape from their mouth. The tall man took his coat that was hanging at the coat-hook; smartly stride past the siblings and his cousin without looking back.

He needs to find a way.

To bring his beloved back to him.