Author's Note: I've decided not to make the story supernatural. I had to change the story line a bit, but it still sounds good, I hope. So, this chapter has a couple of flashbacks (which I absolutely love), and new characters are introduced! There is some very, very, and I mean VERY mild sexual content too, but no lemons. Honestly, there isn't anything sexual about this chapter.. It's just a few pecks here and there, so it's not very sexual at all.. But, for all you innocent readers out there, I have given you a special warning. And for all you lemon lovers, I'm sorry! _ But, I promise I'll try to write at least ONE lemon throughout the story.

Thank you all for reading! :)
R&R~

Rating: M for language, violence, and sexual content. AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach! Seriously, I don't..

Chapter 2: Spectatus

"Ahhhhh, fuck!"

"Calm down, you idiot!"

"How can I fucking calm down? Y-y-yo-yo-you-you're-!"

"Ichigo!"

"I can't do this, Rukia! I can't!"

"It's too late now!"

"No.. It's okay! We still have time!"

"ICHIGO! Put your foot on the damn brake!"

"My foot won't move, you midget!"

"You moron! Do you not hear the cars honking behind you?"

"Obviously I do!"

"THEN STOP THE CAR!"

Rukia swore to herself she would never do that again. Who would have thought it would be so ridiculously stressful to teach your fiancé how to drive. Your twenty one year old fiancé no less, who has never touched a car wheel in his life. Rukia's life was one funky roller coaster, no one would doubt that.

"I can't believe you..." Rukia sighed, closing her eyes while resting her head on the comfy, leather couch. She was on the brink of needing a professional masseuse to ease her frustrations.

"I told you we shouldn't! But knowing you, you wouldn't listen!" Ichigo yelled at her, causing hammers to bang against her brain.

"I didn't know you would be so pathetic!" Rukia shot up from her ass and looked up at her darling. His eyes were narrowed on her while his eyebrows inched closer towards each other as each second passed. One glance towards each other's eyes was all it took for them to crash into each other. Within a moment, Ichigo pressed his head down and Rukia joined by tilting her head up towards him to lock their lips in a desired kiss.

It was always like this for them. This was just how it was. They fought, they made up, and they had sex. You know, the usual make-up routine, well for them at least.

The couple laid on the large bed in the hotel room-which they rented last night after running away from town-staring up at the ceiling with pants escaping their lips at least every two seconds. In the same moment, they turned their heads to look at one another. A second passed, and they looked away, pants continuing to escape their mouths.

"I... r-really like... doing.. this..." Ichigo spoke between his heavy breath. Rukia smiled as a response, clearly unable to respond to him with her uncontrollable breathing. Even though this wasn't the most romantic sex life, Rukia didn't really mind. As long as she had Ichigo, nothing else mattered. Though once in a while, she would think about her regrets, and struggles. Like her family, her friends from school, and her brother. People who she could never connect with again.

"Brother! Welcome to class 1-B's cafe!" Rukia smiled happily and welcomed her brother who had kindly taken the time away from his studies just to see her.

"A maid theme? Is that appropriate for a high school festival?" Byakuya silently snapped at her. His voice was not any louder or quieter than his normal conversational voice, but there was some venom in his tone that made Rukia's body cringe. "Of course he wouldn't approve.." She thought, almost at the point of sulking.

"I-uh... I believe so, Brother.." Rukia stuttered pathetically, mentally slapping herself.

Without a word, Byakuya turned and left. Not bothering to take another glance at her. As if she was a disgusting creature who he knew would be worthless to him. Byakuya was a man of honour, and obviously Rukia wasn't honourable.

"Hey, Rukia! We need you over here!" She snapped out of her mental misery and forced her attention to her friends and classmates.

"Coming!" She yelled back and ran towards them. She watched Hinamori and Kira mopping something that looked like liquid on the ground.

"Hinamori dropped the tea mug and got cut. Could you help her please?" Kira stood and politely asked Rukia. Nodding her head as a reply, she quickly, yet gently, grabbed Hinamori-who hesitated to move, blaming herself for the mess on the ground-and ran towards the nursery. Looking around the room, Rukia noticed the nurse was currently not available; preferably saying, not present during her work hours.

"Shit..." Rukia groaned, taking a look at Hinamori's gushing wound on her hand. Rukia looked towards Hinamori's face and noticed there was no sign of pain. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt," Hinamori told her, putting her other hand on Rukia's heavy shoulder. Rukia looked at her friend for a second and sighed.

"How could this not hurt, you idiot... Your losing so much blood." Rukia gently dragged Hinamori on a stool and gathered some alcohol, medical tape, ointment, and cotton balls. She took Hinamori's hand in her's and gently grabbed a cotton ball and slightly wet it with the alcohol. "It might hurt a bit," Rukia warned before continuing to aid her friend. Once Rukia finished, she wrapped Hinamori's hand with medical tape and helped her stand up.

"Feel better?" Rukia asked. Hinamori only shook her head and thanked her. Rukia put on a slight smile and immediately noticed the red stains on her friend's clothing. "I guess I should just give her the dress and leave.. Brother would have never accepted me as a sister anyway.." Today was her last hope. Her last plan, last idea to secretly prove to her brother that she was worth being his sister as well as a Kuchiki. But she didn't succeed. With another sigh, Rukia began taking off her maid dress, acknowledging the fact that she would never be able to receive her brother's praise or affection.

"Rukia!" Hinamori gasped when she noticed what Rukia was doing and continued to watch her strip into her under clothing. "It's fine. Just take it," Rukia shoved the dress in Hinamori's hands. "Your's is covered in blood. And our cafe isn't very popular, so I might as well go home," Rukia reassured her friend.

"Thank you.. Rukia, really," Hinamori smiled at her and held the dress by her chest. Rukia smiled at her friend and gave her another pat on the shoulder, clueless about who was looking at her from outside the door.

"It seems you really are good at everything."

Byakuya stayed silent, ignoring the compliment from the woman, and continued to stir the vegetables in the pot.

"You are very successful in ignoring your talents," she spoke with her soothing, lullaby like voice, while gently caressing his arm and shoulders.

"I do not need to excel in what you so call talents. Cooking is a quality in which every man should possess," Byakuya stayed nonchalant as he spoke slightly rough towards the woman.

"It depends on which kind of woman a man has, I suppose," the woman stepped away from Byakuya and crossed her arms under her breasts.

Byakuya paused his working hands for a moment and looked down towards the woman who stood beside him. "I assume you mean that you believe the woman should do all the housework?"

The dark haired woman gracefully nodded. "Yes. I believe it is the wife's duty to support her children and her husband from home. Working is unnecessary for a woman who has a family." Byakuya looked at her almost speechlessly. "Grandfather has chosen a great woman indeed."

Without a second look, Byakuya took his eyes off the woman, almost distraught by her opinions. He had promised himself in the past that he would never accept a woman who thought so differently than he did. Nor would he accept that woman to be standing by his side. And that type of woman now stood before him, expressing her opinions so rationally at the man she was ordered to marry by her parents.

Unohana Retsu.

A difficult woman she was. Possibly more difficult than... No. He will not mention her name. Never again. He swore this on his biological father's grave. Never again will he go back his older, and much more pathetic days.

It wasn't all that long ago when he came across the fact that the very man he had called 'father' for the past twenty two years was not his real father. His mother was forced to remarry by Ginrei's wishes, and to a man she used to call 'brother in law'. Yes, the brother of her husband, Koga Kuchiki.

Ginrei could not allow his daughter in law to live in his property without being related. His pride would not allow it. Unfortunately for him, she was the one who had custody over his grandchildren- meaning he had no choice but to arrange a marriage with her and his youngest son, Koga. No one opposed of his decision, so the two became married, and were fairly unhappy. Koga had left his wife multiple times during his business trips and when he came back, he brought along his new property. Property meaning foreign, female friends. The ones you can buy for multiple days, and apparently they can be shipped over seas, too. Every time Byakuya thought about living with a man like Koga Kuchiki, none the less calling him father, disgusted him to the core.

Koga was a complete disgrace as a Kuchiki. Everyone knew it.

His younger sister, Rukia, was most definitely not. In his eyes, she was the little sister he loved. The one who used to make him flower crowns and flower rings. The one who would call out to him in the cutest voice. The one who pretended to act all tough, but was weak inside. The one who never lied, or ran away from her problems. The one who made his heart flutter in happiness every time she smiled at him. His younger sister, Rukia, the one he cared for.

But not anymore.

The moment she ran away from school with her ridiculous excuse for a fiancé, was the final blow. The minute Byakuya found out, he left the country. He could almost laugh at the thought of how he persuaded his grandfather to allow him to live in L.A. But, whenever he realized his living in America, he felt like a coward. Running away from something he knew shouldn't exist. Running away from the very person he cared most for.

He was worse than Koga. He was despicable.

Byakuya wasn't excited... Not at all. How could he be excited to see a high school festival? Rukia's school's festival, none the less. Byakuya sighed again, probably for the fortieth time today.

"Enough of that, Byakuya. You are not a child anymore; learn some patients," his mother scolded, not bothering to look at him as they rode on the back seat of the car. Byakuya mentally scoffed at his mother's words. A child... Byakuya was not a fucking child. He was twenty one for lord's sake. But, to think that a sophisticated adult like Byakuya Kuchiki was going to his little sister's school festival. Anyone could, and would laugh at him.

Byakuya held in another sigh, knowing his mother would bitch at him again.

"What a waste of time."

"We have arrived, Madam," the chauffeur announced. Byakuya's mother nodded and gracefully walked out of the opened door beside her. "Come, Byakuya." She told her son, who had obediently followed. "Your sister is waiting for you."

Byakuya forced his heart to stop its unnecessary beating of excitement as he walked closer towards the school.

"Do you remember what classroom she is in?" Byakuya unconsciously asked his mother when they were strolling in the building. "I believe it is 1-D. Would you like to go ahead?" His mother questioned him, obviously noticing his hidden excitement to see his baby sister. Without a reply, Byakuya continued to walk a little faster towards his sister's classroom. And when he reached his destination, he was breathless.

His younger sister stood before him... in a maid costume. Byakuya felt the frown on his face deepen with anger. "Brother! Welcome to class 1-B's cafe!" Rukia smiled deeply at him, a sense of happiness around her. "A maid theme? Is that appropriate for a high school festival?" Byakuya was really a fool. He could not control his speech, none the less control his body. His heart froze like a stone in his chest, though he could still hear it beating loudly in his ears. Looking at your sister all shy with a maid costume doesn't sit will, especially if you're an older brother.

I-uh... I believe so, Brother.." Byakuya could hear the hesitation and uncertainty in her voice which rang in his head. The only way he could stop his unresistant behaviour was to simply walk away, which he so willingly obliged.

"Ridiculous." He muttered through his teeth when he knew there was enough distance so Rukia could not to hear him.

It was only moments later when he heatedly walked around the school feeling pity and guilt. Guilt for snapping at his sister for no apparent reason, and pity for the discontent she was probably feeling at the moment. Another sigh escaped his mouth- the forty first time today- as he turned around in his footsteps to walk towards Rukia's classroom. It was when a male student passed him while bumping his shoulder against Byakuya's and screamed, "someone in class 1-D is bleeding to death! I think it's Rukia!"

"Are you sure!" Another student yelled. "Yeah! She was walking with Hinamori towards the infirmary!"

That was all it took for Byakuya to spring towards the nurse's room. He had accidentally bumped into a student so violently that she flopped to the ground. Unfortunately for her, he didn't notice. It was like Byakuya was on a mission. One that he had to finish.

When he arrived in front of the infirmary doors and peeked through the mini-window, he wished he had never come to this damn festival in the first place.

Rukia, his little sister, stood half naked before his eyes..

Byakuya mentally shook his head and rid of all his thoughts. When he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful woman who stood high and straight, while looking at him with an expression even he had never seen before.

Faith.

Oh, only if his grandfather could see what he was going to do now... "Become mine." Byakuya looked at the woman with the most content, vibrant, and lustful expression which had surprisingly lifted her off her feet, and leaving a strange feeling in her body. Unable to resist her feelings, Retsu reached her hand towards his cheek and caressed his hair on her way down to his chest.

"I have sworn to myself not to accept a man until marriage, but it is rightfully mine to say, you are an exception." And with that, the dark featured woman reached up to take what she believed was her's. Byakuya's lips, and soon, the rest of his body.

Too bad for her, she was merely a lingerer in his mind, while someone else had already taken ownership of it.

Here's the second chapter!

If you noticed any changes in this chapter and the previous, it's because I edited them since I noticed some mistakes with grammar and spelling. I did add a few sentences here and there, and surprisingly, it made the story length a little longer.

Am I leaking out too much information too soon? It's really getting me worried that this story is going to be ten chapters or something! I'm dreaming of at least twenty. ~3~ - dreaming face.

Any questions? Ask away!
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Thanks for reading~

-Yue