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I had so much fun writing this chapter that I went to Boxing and fought extra hard against my partner. Which I beat the absolute crap out of!

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I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth again
I'm Getting Away With Murder


It was a bright sunny day, the flowers were in bloom and the people were out laughing and enjoying the fruits of their lives. It was one of those days where you think nothing could go wrong. But Ichigo knew, someone's day was not only going to get ruined, it was going to end.

The orange haired man, now 25 as his birthday had passed, walked through the carnival with a scowl which scared little children. Ever since he had taken to walking out in the sun again he had found using a scowl was the best way to keep unwanted people away. He was not a people person, and surely if someone annoyed him he'd have to fight the urge to kill them on the spot.

His amber eyes scanned the crowd for a lonely bystander to which he and his girlfriend Rukia could have some fun with. He needed someone who was alone and no one would notice if they just suddenly disappeared from sight in this large area.

Rukia had not accompanied him on this little hunt as she worked to keep them alive. Ichigo's father kept his half of the pay for the housing under control so it was fair in their eyes if Ichigo stayed home and did as he pleased. But he was not one to take and not give, he made sure the house was clean and kept it...lively you could say.

Ichigo and Rukia had not made a kill since the four teenagers out in the woods and he knew his lover was getting antsy, so was he. So he decided to get her a little present. A nice innocent person to kill would do nicely.

He had searched for what seemed like hours through the crowds of children, elderly and carnival folk with a million people around them. But he could not find anyone to kill. He had a soft spot for kids so they were out, elderly were just too easy so they were out. Ichigo had hoped to be able to catch a clown and saw his putrid smiling lips off, but they were surrounded at all times.

Ichigo wanted to pull his hair out at the lack of potential victims. Rukia would be home in an hour and he would have to leave in a few minutes to be able to get home before her. (Half hour drive)

He growled lowly and turned to head back to his new car. Isshin, his father, had been proud to hear Ichigo had a girlfriend and thought it meant he was making progress in his psyche, so he got him a car as a reward. What a fool. The car only aided in their sessions.

The car was black with tinted windows. Ichigo had picked it out himself for the sleek metal and strong engine. He didn't know what the hell it was called, he was by no means a car person. He just knew it looked cool and worked good, good enough for him and his limited needs.

He started up the engine and pulled away from the carnival. He drove down the street and cursed his luck. He really wanted to make Rukia happy! He failed...he felt anger rise up from the pit of his stomach and he slammed his fist against the steering wheel with a growl.

"Vermin, why can't they just line up for us to kill them?" He spoke through gritted teeth. He drove onto the main road and slammed his foot down on the accelerator. Maybe he could kill the cop who pulled him over.

Ichigo arrived back at his home within the expected 30 minutes and threw his keys onto the kitchen table angrily. He had set up a chair and rope for the victim and everything, now he had to clean it up before Rukia got home or else she'd think he went and did it by himself and start yelling and hitting.

Ichigo rubbed his shin unconsciously at the memory of the last time he had angered her.

Just as he was gonna pick up the chair in the middle of the living room, a knock sounded off on the door. His head raised and his eye twitched. He hated people who disturbed him when he was alone at home.

He stomped to the door and swung it open, scaring the man knocking, with a hard glare. The man was holding a clipboard and was sweating from the heat of the day. He had short brown hair and was a meekly looking man in a gray suit. He looked at Ichigo and shook lightly as he raised his clipboard and gave a steady breath before speaking with a bright smile.

"Hello sir! Are you the lead of the household?" He asked professionally. Ichigo raised a brow and nodded quietly. "Well, you are in luck! For today, only my company has a deal on low priced printers! Now may I come in and take a look at your computer?" He pitched rather horribly.

Door-To-Door salesman... Ichigo's mind recognized. He looked around the street and saw no one near by. He looked back in the house at the chair and ropes and felt a grin spread across his face. He turned with a fake smile and nodded. "Come in," He stepped aside and let the shorter man walk by.

Before the door fully shut and locked, the glint of glee sparked within Ichigo's eye.

Rukia was not having a good day. First she was late for her job, thus getting chewed out by her boss/father, then she had to file a bunch of paper work she didn't even know the worth of, followed by the insistent pestering of her business partner Kiyone about some advice for her boyfriend troubles. Rukia would have salvaged the day easily but the stress of having been 'sober' was catching up to her and she was feeling tension in her shoulders which she tried to release in the bathroom with Ichigo in mind.

She was going to have to maul him when she got home.

She pulled her car into the driveway behind Ichigo's car and quickly stepped out. She trudged her way up the sidewalk and scanned her eyes left and right for anyone watching her. It was something that had always bothered her, it always felt as if someone watched her. Even after Ichigo moved in and she was relieved of the thought of him watching her, she still felt as if someone stalked her.

She opened the door and prepared herself for whatever sight she would find Ichigo in as he would have spasms of paranoia and hide in the corner with a knife or ambush her with rope, a good opening to one of their new favorite sex positions.

But when the door opened, she did not expect to see what she did.

In the middle of the living room sat a shirtless man, his arms and legs bound to one of the wooden chairs from the kitchen table. He had small bruises forming along his jaw line and abdomen; small trails of blood dripping from cuts along his torso. He was breathing hard in fear and had tears running down his face as pain carved into his face like a knife.

His face was pulled from both sides by bungee cords, the hooks rounding into his cheeks and opening his mouth so wide his lips ripped and his sobs coming out as dry gurgles. The bungee cords were connected to two hooks on the far walls of the living room, pulling his face in both directions in immense torture. His eyes widened when he saw her and she could tell he was trying to plead for his life with the urgent gurgling noises which came from his dry throat.

Rukia was stunned by the man in his state of pain and dropped her suit case out of shock.

"Rukia!" Ichigo practically danced out of the kitchen around the man. He walked up to his lover and gave a wide smile. "I got you a present!" He cheered, speaking as if getting her a new puppy.

Rukia looked at the man and felt tears well up in her eyes. "Oh Ichigo...our first live torture victim!" She cried happily and flung into his arms in a strong embrace. The man's tears intensified as he realized she was not his savior...but his executioner.

"I realized you were kind of down lately and decided to get you something to make everything all better." Ichigo said as he pulled back to stare into her eyes.

Rukia felt warmth run through her heart as she quickly pressed her lips to his and they shared a fierce kiss in front of the quivering man. They pulled apart and smiled affectionately at each other, then turned and grinned evilly at the man.

"Let's have some fun." Rukia purred as she pulled away from Ichigo and walked towards the man with a wide grin on her face. The man whimpered as Rukia walked passed him and into the kitchen. The orange haired psycho grinned down at him and pulled forth a small knife from his pocket to start off the torture.

He placed the end of the kitchen knife gently on the man's chin and applied pressure to break the skin, a small trail of blood slowly formed around the knife and Ichigo knew by the startled sounds the man made that what he was doing was hurting him- just as he wanted. He pulled the blade down with force and cut a trail down the man's neck and to his collar bone. This action scared the man, as he thought Ichigo was about to cut open his throat. Just the reaction he wanted.

The man's tears intensified as he knew this was the beginning of his end. Ichigo grinned sadistically as he reached into the man's mouth and pulled out his tongue forcefully. The man began to jerk against his bindings as Ichigo lifted the knife towards the end of his tongue and start laughing.

Ichigo gave a howl of joy as he brought down the knife and cut the man's tongue right off. The man wailed in pain and Ichigo toss the muscle aside as blood started to gush down the salesman's chin and flood his mouth. The orange haired man laughed happily and dropped the knife to marvel at the flow of blood rushing down the man's chest.

Suddenly, a hot dish pan slammed right into his temple and Ichigo felt the searing hot metal singe his skin. He fell onto the ground with a loud yelp and quickly tossed the pan away from him before the heat burnt anymore of his skin.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" He roared as he looked up at the glaring Rukia, obviously being the one to have thrown the pan.

"I just heated that up to burn off his tongue you asshole! You couldn't wait for me to come back?" She wailed in anger.

Ichigo stood and glared. "You should have told me! How was I suppose to know you were gonna do that?" He retorted. "And now look! You left a fucking mark on my head you bitch!" Ichigo pointed to the patch of burnt skin on his temple.

Rukia ignored the last bit and stepped right up to him as she crossed her arms and barred her teeth. "This is MY present! Don't get greedy you bastard!" She snarled.

Just as Ichigo was about to say something back, the man began to heave. They both looked at him and found that he was chocking on his own blood. "Damn, he's dying already." Ichigo stated dully.

Rukia gave a swift jab to his mid-section and walked up the man as Ichigo doubled over in pain. "Of course he's dying! You cut out his tongue and let the blood run down his throat you dumb ass!" She barked and looked down at the man as his eyes started to haze and search for the light of the room. "This is no good to me if he's already dead, might as well enjoy the finisher." She mumbled as she laced her hands around the bungee cords.

"What are you doing?" Ichigo asked as he watched her actions.

"Watch this," She turned to him and winked as she began to pull on the cords. The man's cheeks extended farther and he started to cry out as his skin began to rip. Rukia put all her strength into pulling and yanked hard as the man's cheeks gave out and ripped right off of his head.

The cords dragged the pieces of bloody flesh down with them as the man's whole face exploded into a geyser of blood; globs of exposed muscle pulsing wildly under the wound. He gave one last strangled scream before his eyes hazed over and his head drooped down limply. His muscles all relaxed as blood dripped down his body and stained his pants.

Ichigo nearly jizzed in his pants at the show before him. He gave a large grin and resisted the urge to dance around the body. "Geez! That was just AWESOME!" He said in amazement as he looked to his blood soaked girlfriend. "Since when have you been that strong?"

Rukia turned to him, blood misting all over her face and around her large pleased grin. "Never judge a book by it's cover." Was all she said as she turned and smirked at him.

Ichigo cackled and wrapped an arm around Rukia's waist as he gazed upon the limp body of the bleeding man. His mouth was completely drenched in blood as the raw skin burned where his cheeks had once been attached. It was like staring at a monster, his teeth now visible up to his gums giving a sort of fang-like appearance. The light in his eyes were long gone and his body was unnaturally still. His skin was already starting to turn gray from lack of life and Ichigo could smell the blood from his position.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed your present." He looked down at Rukia and gave a handsome grin.

Rukia smiled back and leaned up to kiss him, the warm feel of blood rubbing off on his face. The kiss turned much more heated as Ichigo felt Rukia wrap her arms around him and licked his lips.

Their tongues mashed and Rukia wrapped a leg around his. Ichigo let his hands roam over her back and rear. She pressed against him and he could feel the heat growing between her legs. He smirked and began to strip himself of his clothing as she too did as such.

Ichigo slammed Rukia up against the wall and let his mouth run down to her neck over the scar he had left her all that time ago. He ran his tongue out over the patch of scarred skin and listened to her moan above him as he played with the tender skin. She ran her hands through his orange locks and he shivered at the relaxing sensation of her fingers over his scalp.

No matter how many times they did this, they acted as if it was that first time, back then when Ichigo broke into her house and was ambushed by Rukia. That time when they could finally touch each other for the first time after so long of wishing and fantasizing. Ichigo could never get over the taste of her skin, the feel of her body against his, the sounds of her moans as he pleasured her.

He could only grin as he embraced the temporary sanity which over took him for the split second of euphoria he felt when first entering her. It was short lived though as the pleasure increased and his none-stable mind took place yet again to rectify whatever damage his psyche had taken from blind thoughts.

Ichigo pushed inside of her and made sure to keep a good grip over her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned her back against the wall. Rukia moaned in his ear as she clawed into his back and left marks with her nails. Ichigo grinned as the slight pain raced through his shoulders, he didn't care. The pain was welcomed if it was from this beautiful creature.

His thrusts increased and he rolled his head back as he could feel his balls clap against her twat. The Clap. He would muse later on when his mind was free. Another moan racked her body and she latched onto his collar bone with her mouth as to taste his skin. He groaned as her teeth scraped over the bone above his muscled chest and began to pump harder.

She was still so tight after their many sessions, still able to clamp around his hard dick and squeeze when she was close to cumming. He slammed her back against the wall a few times and she made sure to bite down harder every time to show her dislike of being tossed around like a rag-doll. Ichigo would only smirk every time as he continued his pace undisturbed.

Rukia ran her tongue over every curve of his upper chest as she felt his dick run in and out of her hot pussy. She fought down the repeating moans to be able to work her mouth over his hard chest. She could only wonder how he received such a body by how inactive he would be most of the time.

Rukia cracked open an eye to gaze upon the large mark on his neck where she had bitten that time ago. It was her mark, saying he belonged to her. No matter what he was hers, that scar proved it. He could never be taken away as long as she was around, she would never allow it. Animal instinct took over her mind at the thought of some slut trying to work over her Ichigo. She barred her teeth and sunk them lightly into his shoulder, not deep enough to scar, but enough to draw some blood.

Ichigo moaned as he felt little droplets of blood run down his shoulder and onto his chest over his nipple. Rukia began to lick it all up as he started to shake as he felt his end coming. "S-Shit!" He groaned.

Rukia knew what was to come and let loose her own end which she had been holding in most of the time. She was a Kuchiki, and a Kuchiki could hold back anything.

Rukia howled as she rode out her orgasm. Her hot liquid running over Ichigo's hard dick releasing his seed into her womb. They both gripped each other tightly as they both ended their pleasure rather unwillingly. Ichigo was the first to calm down as he held onto Rukia against the wall, he waited for her coiled muscles to relax before pulling her away from the wall and letting her lay her head down on the crook of his neck and shoulder, where his scar was.

Ichigo grinned as Rukia drifted into sleep and he was left alone in the room with a now stained carpet and dead body. He looked around and let loose a low, dark chuckle as he carried his lover like a child into the room where he would leave her and begin the tedious task of cleaning up.

He feared he was becoming a neat freak.


I'm very proud in how I portray Ichigo in this one! I've added quite a lot of myself in him, but of course I've amplified a lot of it to make him a murderous bastard! Haha!

Rukia I also like, for she is able to maintain her sanity long enough to trick others into believing she is just a normal business woman trying to run through life as smoothly as possible. What an actress!

I hope you guys are still into this. I'm picking it all up to try and make at least a few new chapters. I have one more chapter already done that I'll be posting sometime after tomorrow (Ist my birthday! The 12th!). Though I'm not sure, just gotta hope yer reviews give me a good kick in the rear!

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