Title: Grave Marker
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Ichigo, Rukia, Renji, Orihime, Byakuya, can be considered a twisted IchiRuki
Prompt: #14 - Bury
Word Count: 370
Rating: R-13
Warning/s: Sexual innuendo, Implied rape, implied violence
Summary: Ichigo strives to bury his dirty little secret.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Notes: Absolutely NO spoilers. Unless you don't know the name of Ichigo's zanpakutou. And THANKS to my beta-reader, beautyissilver .
It was a rainy night, and Ichigo struggled to dig a grave.
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"Have you seen Rukia?" Renji asked him one day, after a particularly violent sparring session in Seireitei.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "What makes you think I know where she is?"
Renji fixed him a hard look. "Rukia's been missing since last night and you know it."
Again, Ichigo shrugged his shoulders. "What makes you think I know where she is?" He repeated, wrapping Zangetsu up in bandages.
It was a full minute before Renji looked away and when he did, Ichigo's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword.
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"Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime bounded over to him with a jig that made her breasts bounce suggestively.
Ichigo didn't look up from his work and continued polishing Zangetsu. "Inoue?"
"Have you seen Kuchiki-san?"
He stopped for a fraction of a second--which went by unnoticed by Orihime. "No."
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His hand automatically went to his sword as Byakuya strode towards him.
"I don't know where Rukia is." He spoke, answering Byakuya's wordless look with his own pointed scowl.
"It is of no consequence to me."
Ichigo's grip on Zangetsu's hilt slackened.
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Ichigo pulled himself off the bloody wreck underneath him and watched with disdain as a hand fell lifelessly to the floor. "You shouldn't have fought me," He crooned softly as he caressed a cold cheek.
When she didn't respond, he slapped her and sneered. "Bitch!"
A tear (one she had been holding since he advanced on her) involuntarily slipped from her eye and his hard glare softened. "You should just have done what I told you to do." He pushed aside her slick bangs and cupped her face between his large hands. "Then I wouldn't have done what I did, yeah?"
Ichigo sighed and ran a bloodied hand through his messy hair. "But you fought me, and see what happened."
His fingers idly traced the blood that ran from her hairline to her chin.
"Oh but it was fun," he gripped her chin tight, "especially with my blade against your throat." And kissed her cold lips hard.
"Right, Rukia?"
Rukia's blank eyes stared lifelessly ahead.
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It was a rainy night, and Ichigo dug a grave for himself.