Addiction 2
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Looking down at the carefree form of the hollow, Rukia was lost in her thought. She gathered up her courage and also because she was pissed at herself for not attacking him or calling for aid. She just could not. She extended her shaking hand and poked him on the cheek with her finger. Nothing happened. She shook him lightly but got nothing in response. Becoming even more irritated, she shook him violently like a maniac. He slowly opened his eyes. Finally, the sleeping beauty has come to the living world.
"Leave! I have to go to school!" Rukia yelled in anger. Instead of expecting a lazy and sleepy look she was honored with a rather deadly look. Regretting her action, she quickly turned around and left for her room. Stark sat up on the sofa, looking at the human/shinigami form heading towards the stair.
"What a pain." Stark yawned but he was satisfied with sleeping on the couch. Though it was small for him but at least he was away from Lilinette's wake up calls or rather her torments. But today it was different. He didn't mind the girl's poking him on the cheek. Why did I decide to play along? He wondered. But there was one thing for sure. He had enjoyed her frustration and anger as well as her fear.
Rukia ran up to her room and quickly slammed the door and cursed herself for her loud mouth. She got dressed and decided to leave through her bedroom window. Not wanting to face the deadly look again, she decided to contact Urahara but changed her mind. The greedy sandal-hat merchant would want something in return and there was no doubt about that. Picking up her bag and gathering her courage, she lowly descended down the stairs. She turned around to peek in the living room and saw no one. He left? She looked around the room, the arrancar wasn't there. She headed for the kitchen expecting him to look around for sweets, but he wasn't there. He was nowhere to be found in the whole house. Ahh, good. That's a relief. Rukia sighed. She headed out and locked the door and proceeded for school. However, she was unable to see a tall form in white clothes behind the electric pole who watched a relatively happy Rukia leave for school.
After a long and quite disappointing day because she was kicked out of home economic for breaking a plate that she wasn't even responsible for, she returned home only to find the same arrancar leaning against the porch. She felt a rock stuck in her throat. Assuming that he would kill her in an instant she quickly swallowed her soul pill – chappy - and grabbed the hilt of her sword. But before she could unsheathe sode no shirayuki, Stark flash stepped behind her and now facing her back he grabbed both of her hands. Feeling his hard chest on her back had sent shivers down her spine. As she tried to get away from him but only to be held even more closely and firmly against him. Not even being able to use kido she felt completely captured as she saw no escape from him. She closed her eyes and expected a cero to finish her off when she felt a slight tickle on her ear. She felt the arrancar's warm and quiet breathing on her ear and neck that made her face red as her blood rushed to her head.
Stark had lowered his head down so that he reached the shinigami's ear but before he could speak to her, the wind blew her hair in Stark's direction, on his face. She smells of water lilies. Stark fantasized as he made his question direct and simple that threw Rukia off her senses or rather her feet.
"What's for desert tonight?" Stark asked as taking in her scent.
"What?" Rukia swallowed hard.
"Did you bake anymore of those sweets? The ones from yesterday." Stark stated near her ear and shaking her very inner soul. Wait, she is a soul. He noticed that she was looking down on his hands with a red face. Cute. I never thought that a shinigami could look this cute. He smiled and released her from his embrace. She quickly turned around and faced him with a confused look.
"You're here to eat desert?" Rukia asked unbelievingly with her one brow arched but still holding the tilt of sode no shirayuki.
"Yes." He replied straightly. "Why? You thought I came to kill you?"
"Well, that's fate we shinigami and hollows will always face." Rukia said firmly looking into his eyes, unswervingly.
"No, unless the both parties are in mutual agreement of not killing each other." Stark said while heading for the door. He stood there and waited for her to open the door. She unlocked door and go into the house, and of course Stark following her. She headed for her room when she heard the arrancar's low voice.
"I'm not here to kill you or anyone, as a matter of fact. I loathe killing." Not believing her ears and thinking that maybe he's not a hollow at all but a creature that resembles a hollow and gives off hollow reiatsu. But there was something in his voice that made Rukia to trust him and his soft spoken words. She changed and came down the kitchen passing the rather peculiar hollow who was residing on the sofa. He seems to be asleep. In couple of hours she had finished baking and decided to wake him up.
"Heyy! The desert is ready!" she yelled partially because there was no way that this guy could wake up from normal sound waves. No response. Rukia went in the kitchen and came back with a small beignet in her hand. She parted his lips with her fingers and slided the beignet in his mouth. She's using somewhat useful tricks now. Playing along, Stark opened his eyes and suddenly grabbed her hand with which she had fed him. He sat up while eating the new sweet tasting stuff.
"I'm assuming that you made more of these as well." Stark said acting sleepy as he started licking her fingers one by one. Watching him put her fingers one by one in his mouth and taking in all the sugar from the beignet, Rukia felt his hot tongue flaming her body. She quickly snatched her hand away and went in the kitchen. Stark, smiling inside, followed her inside and to his astonishment the dining table was full of pastries, doughnuts, croissants, tarts and as well as Chausson aux Pommes that he ate yesterday.
"Eat whatever you want from here." Rukia said with a slight blush on her face. She could still feel his tongue caressing and licking her fingers.
"I will. Thanks." Stark said with a pleased tone. "You're not going to join me?"
"Umm, well. I guess. Ya." Rukia pulled out a chair trying her hardest to hide the blush on her face.
"I'm Stark." Stark introduced himself as he put a tart in his mouth.
"Kuchiki Rukia, from the thirteenth division."
"I see. Where did you learn to bake like that, Rukia?"
"It's Kuchiki for you."
"Nahh, that's too much of a bother. I like Rukia. It has nice ring to it."
"Well, I don't know what to say. I am being complemented by a hollow, yet again."
"Which I think is fine. You live alone in this house?" Stark posed another question.
Thinking that this hollow is not harmful though he could be if he wanted to but he won't, Rukia started to open up to him. She told him about how the people in this house had to leave due to their relative's sickness. They spend all night talking about random stuff. She showed him her drawing explaining the shinigami views of the maintaining the peace in the living world causing Stark to yawn and leave for the living room. Giving him a disappointed look, she went to her bedroom.
In the morning, Rukia came down the kitchen and not wanting to do the dishes; she came up with a plan and carried it out, thoroughly. She went to living room to find Stark still asleep and smiled on her intelligence as she left for school.
Stark woke up and the first thing he did was to look for Rukia. Not finding her in the house and assuming she has left for school, Stark went in the kitchen. He saw a leftover tart in a plate as well as a note beside it that read, I think you should pay up for barging at someone's house and eating for free. Pay up with your body with the followings:
Do the dishes
clean the toilettes
vacuum the house (and I mean everywhere)
and don't forget to empty the kitchen garbage. Overall, clean everything. Thanks Stark.
Rukia.
After finished reading the note or rather the chore list, Stark cursed under his breath for not wanting to do any of those errands. She's more troublesome than Lilinette. Stark thought smilingly and put the last tart in his mouth.
That's it with the chapter 2. I didn't think that I would upload it in this short period of time. Please review and comment for my further improvement. Sorry for any grammar mistakes.
