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This is M for language, and future lemons just in case

KISS ME KILL ME

*Flashback*

A petite girl with onyx hair is crying in the corner, her fragile body wracking with sobs, her dead twin sister is at her feet; blood is staining and running along the tile cracks of the kitchen floor. The rain is pounding so hard on the roof that it sounds as if drumming is in the distance, lightning cracks and the assassin looks down onto his poor victims and pauses.

The girl continues wailing not looking up just awaiting her death. The ninja knelt down to the body of the dead girl and laid a red ribbon across her chest and said something quietly into his black zukin. The living twin had heard him whisper and wondering why she wasn't dead looked up at him her violet eyes on fire.

The ninja paused for a moment and then put his hand on her head as if to assure her that he wasn't here to kill them both. "ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHH!!!" the little girl sensed his pause and roared out at him in fury, her body flew at him like a projectile when she hit into his body she clung onto him in an absurd lover's position, her legs wrapped around his waist and her tiny hands around his neck but her eyes were swirling purple death pools with this man's life ending as her only wish.

She ripped the hood from his zukin and his orange hair spilled out startling her by its wild hue. Looking into his surprised amber eyes she whispered hotly into his mouth so close he could taste her breath, "Look at my face closely you murderer for this is the face of the woman who kills you…" With that she shoved a small dagger right into her sister's murderer's heart and his amber eyes flew open wide in shock, this all happened so fast how could she have been so fast she was only a child….

*End Flashback*

Karakura town present day

Ichigo sat in class at Karakura High bored to death, he was tapping his pencil hard on his desk getting annoyed glances from all his classmates. Ichigo couldn't stand being at school, everyday so mundane and so many tedious conversations he would pretend to care about. He put his head into his hands and closed his eyes for a moment trying to find some focus, suddenly the hair on the back of his neck stood up and he knew SHE was looking at him again. He opened his eyes and dared gaze her way and sure enough the dark haired beauty was burning a hole in his head with her eyes, yet again. He sighed lightly, those eyes….he thought; they were blue-violet and viciously sexy. Ichigo's face felt hot and he turned away from her glare.

She was the new girl, who just started this week, she seemed normal enough. Rukia Kuchiki had just transferred there and seemed to fit in well, people liked her and she even seemed to have made more friends than Ichigo already. Ichigo had noticed her the first second she walked into his homeroom class, she was small and dark, her eyes were large and she always had this coy expression like she knew your dirtiest secrets, even her smiles seemed to have a motive. Obviously boys were paying her attention like crazy but all week Ichigo and her both knew something the others didn't.

Rukia was not interested in the other boys. Even though she feigned laughter at their jokes or touched their arm with affection during a conversation; she was pretending……She was only there for Ichigo. In fact they had never even spoken but she didn't have to tell him for him to be so sure. The way she looked at him every single day consistently without end was his proof. The look in her eyes was full of intensity, he sometimes thought she was imagining fucking him or……….. killing him, he could never tell. Rukia might seem like the new cutie at school but in reality where her and Ichigo lived…. they continued their staring, he knew she was here for him….maybe she wanted to fuck….Ichigo chuckled to himself darkly, he knew she was here to kill him.

Part Two

That orange hair, those beautiful amber eyes, she was almost positive she had found him. Rukia had tracked him down for centuries, time and time again, so many years so many venues she had killed him over and over again. And now here he was again in some human teenage boy form. He is so goddamn handsome she thought darkly and smiled, she had killed him as a general in the Japanese army, she had killed him as her handsome mentor in the early 1800s and she had killed him as her lover in the 1960s.

So many damn times she had come to love and kill this man, in most scenarios he ended up as her lover, it was only fair…..his heart be ripped from his chest as he died not just physical death but emotional as well. But this! A high school boy? Rukia had sensed his spiritual energy suddenly and knew he was here somewhere in Karakura town, she remembered laughing herself into tears when her friend Urahara informed her he was in the form of 17 year old Ichigo Kurasaki. Sure enough Rukia found enrolling herself at his school to be quite easy considering she permanently looked like a 16 year old girl.

The first moment she walked into his class she saw him immediately, there was her beautiful boy, just sitting there with a permanent scowl painted on his face. Rukia's stomach flipped a bit because of the innocent form he was in now, he was so adorable in teenager clothes as if he was just a harmless boy with not a care in the world. How absurd! Rukia easily pulled of this high school girl façade, it became so easy to fool people over the years, she found it boring now. Rukia smiled to herself because she saw the boy suddenly tense up and look at her oddly then she knew for sure…….oh yes baby it's you again, her eyes darkened.

Ichigo walked home his heavy bag dragging behind him, becoming dirty as it ground across the road. The wind was strong today as it whipped his hair in and out his eyes and the air smelled like rain. "You're going to ruin your books," a voice called to him from behind. He turned around not surprised to see a certain new girl standing behind him. "Are you stalking me or something? He said rubbing his head confused because she was obviously following him; she had no backpack, no books, and no reason to be walking behind him on a lonely street near his house.

"Hi there, have we met?" Rukia said coolly into the windy void. Ichigo looked at her, she was stunning, the most beautiful thing he could even imagine, it was like someone dug into his brain and plucked out the very image of all his fantasies and delivered her to him. She was watching him very intensely, he could see her chest rise and fall, the beautiful curve of her neck…. there was nothing innocent though about this encounter and he knew it; he also knew he should be alarmed but he just wasn't. "Rukia don't play games, we both know you're here to kill me, just do it!" Her eyes flashed in alarm and she backpedaled furiously, "What!?!" she asked incredulously. Ichigo sighed and dropped his head, "Come on just do it…"

Rukia had never ever been in this situation, never had any of them known she was there to kill him, NOT EVER. "What is going on!" she barked at him and the boy just sighed and slumped his shoulders and asked her to just finish her task. Rukia blinked hard, she was sweating now, he was here…again…..but he was young, so damn young. This boy didn't appear a killer; he was naïve and melancholy and even seemed willing to die. Rukia ran a hand through her jet black hair, "How do you know me?!" she demanded. The boy shrugged and wouldn't make eye contact, "I just know…..I've dreamt about this," he said quietly almost sadly. "NO!! DAMN YOU" she roared, "You will NOT get to be this easy, you will NOT make this easy for me!!!" She slapped him lightly," Defend yourself and fight me then but do not order me to kill you!" Ichigo leaned on a tree, they were standing about 2 feet from each other in a small unoccupied park, the scene was odd, small girl roaring up like a lion to a tall boy who appeared submissive and dominated.

Ichigo's face was pained as he watched Rukia desperately try to get him to fight her. She looked frantic almost pathetic, it was like the idea of him submitting was killing her. He wouldn't look at her beautiful face because he knew she hated him right now and he didn't want to see that in those eyes. Ichigo had always been very perceptive in his short life; he could even read people's minds especially when they were in some sort of highly emotional state. This is why he knew she was here to kill him, he sensed it immediately…. the lust for his blood and for …..him, it was in her eyes the very first time she glanced at him. Ichigo was overwhelmed with her spiritual energy and her memories….hundreds of them…. All those memories were his now and he had known all week she was going to kill him sooner or later, he was hoping for sooner. And because he owned her memories when she lost control of her emotions he also knew why she was doing this and so it was only fair….

Her breathing was heavy as she drew ragged breaths in an uneven fashion. Rukia felt dizzy, she couldn't believe what was happening, how could this seventeen year old know what she was doing? How much else can he know? Then it struck her, he was right here, two feet in front of her, harmless, unable to defeat her. Just end Rukia!!! she thought, who cares if he is just a boy, just kill him!! her mind roared. But the sight of his back pack with his books and doodle pics on the ground in disarray unnerved her. She looked at his juvenile clothing and it made her chest feel heavy with dread, and as if weren't bad enough all the while she was thinking- he just hung his head as if he knew…..he can't know? Can he? Rukia's legs were trembling because she suddenly understood what was happening, she had heard about this but never even considered it to be a possibility, this boy must be telepathic, he can read her mind!! A hand shot up to her mouth and a small gasp escaped her lips, "Look at me boy!" she roared and so he did and she could see in his eyes that he knew. Rukia's knees buckled in disbelief and Ichigo instinctively grabbed her and jerked her up before she fell. "Can you read minds human?" Rukia asked almost silently. Ichigo just nodded his head still hanging in shame, "Do you know what you have done child?"

Ichigo nodded the memory of killing Hisana filling his head, the night he ripped her apart on the kitchen floor in front of her twin sister. Now this same girl was standing here hundreds of years later waiting to kill him. Ichigo didn't know who they were or why he had to kill her sister but he could see it in her head as clear as day and he was so ashamed it made him nauseous. Rukia's eyes suddenly lightened and she fell loosely to the ground into a sitting position, she sat there in silence for a moment. It looked like she was pondering his fate and Ichigo just stood mute waiting for her decision. "Look at my face!" he heard her demand suddenly and he did, when their eyes met he noticed she was scared, he had never seen her look any bit vulnerable. He knew she was unhappy that he was a teenager, she didn't wish to kill a child, he could hear her thoughts softly in his head, he also knew she loved him….well not him….but this soul.

Ichigo was looking right into her eyes now and Rukia filled her head with thoughts, if he could read minds then she wanted him to feel and see what she was thinking. She let her defenses down and took a deep breath and patted the ground next to her, Ichigo sat down right next to her without hesitation, this surprised her, she was obviously the enemy. They sat silently for awhile and let the cool night air ease both their sorrows. She was deep in thought and he was running his fingers through her mind enjoying the intimacy of her allowing him to do so, which of course he knew she was. Ichigo's eyes darkened with lust suddenly and he looked at Rukia who was already staring right at him, just like in class, he laughed just slightly. He knew she loved him and wanted him, it had been years since they had last mad love, all her memories were becoming his and the passion she was suddenly feeling for him had made itself known to him because she heard him call out to him in her head. She wanted him, needed him, they both stared at each other and for a moment Ichigo thought she might kill him then but instead he grabbed her face and devoured her mouth frantically, desperately, because he loved her too, he didn't even know her but loved her, always, for hundreds of years.

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-Kitty