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Heiress to Nothing, Slave to All

Celestion — (cell•EHs•TEE•on)

n. the spirit world that dictates what occurs in the manifested world. Consists of the deities representing celestial beings. Directly below heaven.

The new moon departs, and slowly
Slivers of the moon began to emerge...
So radiant! So bright!
But is the light that illuminates it pure?
For all the pieces that shine through
Is done by the sun,
As it takes over the moon.


Rukia woke up with a start.

She groaned as the light illuminated the room she occupied. To say that it was grand would be an understatement.

The room had rich burgundy curtains, with a window that jutted out so you can lean against it and see the commotions of the townsfolk. The bed she rested upon could easily fit two people, and above rested a canopy so elegant that she can rival royalty in Egypt.

There was a vanity with women's essentials and another door which she assumed led to a washroom. Paintings of the Sun Kingdom's natural essence were hung around the room.

She was at an awe of the whole scenery; she was an intruder and foreigner in this Kingdom, yet they placed her in a room made for an important guest.

Just where am I? And why am I being treated as such? I could only assume that my status would land me in the dungeons...or even worse—dead.

Rukia snapped out of her reverie when she heard a voice coming from the door that led out the hallway,

"Does this room suit a drama queen like you? Heh that was quite a fall you took back there! Never knew that the Triad would be too much for someone to handle!" came a man's voice.

Rukia said nothing, trying to wrap her head around what situation she was in, and ah yes, and the throbbing pain in her head.


Flashback

"—meaning I already despise you," seethed Ichigo as he looked down on Rukia. Whether it was because she was so damn short, or that he hated the Moon Kingdom and its inhabitants was a mystery.

After his last line, Rukia fainted.

"Hn, Ichigo did you have to be so mean? You do know who she is, right?" mocked the blonde haired man, Shinji Hirako.

Ichigo took a deep breath, "I never usually concern myself over foreign affairs, but if I remember correctly, she is heiress to the Moon Kingdom, is she not, Hirako?"

"What a disappointment, she's not that beautiful at all!" growled the blue-haired man, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.

"That's because you prefer more well-endowed women, dimwit," sighed Shinji, "plus, I think she's pretty cute."

"Quiet, both of you! Guards! Take her to one of the rooms in the palace, and make sure she isn't dead," demanded Ichigo.

"But, sir...she isn't worthy of—" began one of the guards.

"Do as I say damnit! She isn't going to serve much purpose if she is all the way in the dungeons, now go!" Ichigo yelled with a frustrated huff.

"Yes sir!" replied the guards, carrying an unconscious Rukia away.

"Ne, Ichigo, what are our exact plans for the girl?" inquired Shinji.

A wicked smirk appeared on his lips, "Come, let's discuss this inside my headquarters."

And with that, the Triad retraced their steps back to the palace with malicious intentions for the Moon Heiress.

-End-


Ah that's right, I fainted...yet I wonder why I'm in such a room if the King despises my people so much, she wondered to herself.

"You know, it's awfully rude to ignore someone who's in charge of your life right now," said Shinji, eyeing the girl carefully.

Rukia barely spared him a glance; Just who does he think he is? He's more foolish for following orders underneath that damn Sun King!

"By the way, I'm Shinji Hirako, however, you are to address me as Lord Hirako," Shinji continues, mockery lacing his words.

Rukia remained silent, not giving him the satisfaction of an angry retort, and instead looked at him, not with a glare but with emotionless violet orbs, an expression that only the Kuchiki's can produce.

Shinji looked at her inquisitively, with a tinge of pity, and sighed. What a strange girl...

"Come along, the others and I have a negotiation for you," he said, walking out the room as an incentive for her to follow.

Without much choice, Rukia got up and began to follow him down the hallway until they turned left and reached a grand, embroidered door.

"This is King Kurosaki's room, just as advice—do not disturb him, lest you want an early death," he stated.

Rukia rolled her eyes. It's much better than my current situation! Damn... what am I thinking? How selfish, wishing to die when I came here for a purpose...

As Rukia reprimanded herself, she trudged her steps in the room, and her eyes widened. Her room was marvelous, but his was—especially grand and majestic!

She and Shinji walked in and she was left standing as Shinji took his proper seat on the left of King Kurosaki.

The room looked as if it was another house inside the palace! There was a balcony draped with golden curtains, and foreign plants decorated the corners of the room. From her peripherals, she saw a grand bed that can fit a family! In front of her sat the King and his two high standing men, and behind him a mahogany desk with papers strewn all over.

Other than the main door she entered. There lied two other doors, one she guessed as his personal washroom, and the other...well was a mystery.

As she was admiring the young King's room, his voice snapped her out of her stupor.

"Kneel."

"E-Excuse me? Why should I?" she sputtered out, speaking for the first time, yet not breaking her facade, growing a bit agitated from her injury and this arrogant asshole telling her to kneel.

"You are in the presence of the three strongest men in Celestion, and you have unceremoniously barged into my kingdom as an enemy. I will not repeat myself again. Kneel," Ichigo demanded, brushing off her attitude.

Rukia weighed out her options. If she refused they would probably harm her into kneeling, however, if she did, well damn, that's a big blow to her pride! Plus, her powers haven't returned fully, so fighting back wasn't an option...

With no other choice, Rukia hesitantly knelt, much to her chagrin yet to the amusement to the three men before her.

"Che, at least the wench is obedient," commented Grimmjow.

"Wish I could say the same for you, kitty," retorted Shinji.

"Why you—"

"I am King Ichigo Kurosaki," Ichigo interrupted, "but you will address me as your Lord, and add proper honorifics to my name. To my left is Shinji Hirako, whom you shall address as Lord Hirako, and to my right is Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, whom you shall address as—"

"Kitty." intervened Shinji.

"Shut the hell up Shinji!" roared Grimmjow, "...Lord Grimmjow, that is what you shall address me as."

Rukia sweatdropped. These three are the strongest men? More like the three idiots! She thought to herself.

Ichigo let out a frustrated sigh and addressed Rukia once again, "And who are you?"

Rukia kept her stoic face and looked at all three of them, "I am Rukia Kuchiki."

Rukia held her tongue from speaking more. Not only would it not be wise, but as of late she began realizing her dire situation, terribly hurting her self confidence. She has never been in this position, and doesn't truly recognize herself.

Ichigo's eyes squinted in curiosity. He asked her who she was, yet her answer only compiled of her name, he was expecting her to proclaim her status as heiress or other exceptional information. Those matters were pushed to the back of his mind when he realized her rudeness in addressing him.

"Are you deaf? Or stupid?" Ichigo questioned, unhappy with her lack of manners.

"Fool, I said I am Rukia, are you deaf?" she retorted glaring at him slightly.

Ichigo returned the glare. How dare she disrespect the king in his own territory? Not only that but they are sworn enemies! He got up and walked over to her and grabbed a fistful of her hair, throwing her to the floor.

Rukia winced and let out a slight yelp. Tears were threatening to come out of her eyes, not because of his hold, but the fact that he was further irritating the bruise on her head was unbearable.

The other two men looked emotionless at the scene, since both thought that treatment was expected from her mannerisms.

"I clearly said, you will address me as your lord. Do not forget your placement here Kuchiki. You do understand that it is not only your life at stake, but the Earth Filth as well, don't you?" he seethed into her ear.

Rukia's eyes widened as she let out an involuntary shudder.

Toshiro...

Smirking at her terrified response, he continued.

"Now, what do you have to say for your unacceptable behavior?"

Rukia clenched her fists. She wanted to scream and remove herself and Toshiro from their current situation, but she was trapped. Deep down, however, she had a resolve to change her predicament, and have this foolish king, kneeling for her, answering to all of her requests. She would play his little game, but once her powers fully returned to her, she will make certain that she would force the Sun Kingdom to aid her allies.

"Answer me!" demanded Ichigo grabbing her hair tighter.

"F-Forgive me, my Lord, for my impudence, it shall not happen again," she said, wincing at the added pain in her head.

Satisfied, Ichigo went back to his throne, and decided to come back to his inquires from before.

"Is that it?" he questioned, "is that all you are?"

"Pardon, my Lord?"

"I asked who you were, and all you reply is your name, 'Rukia Kuchiki'."

"There is nothing else to say, my Lord."

"Oh? I do know that you are a heiress, Miss Kuchiki."

"Heiress to what, my Lord?"

Ichigo slammed his fists against the armrests of his throne, "Do not play stupid with me! Heiress to the Moon Kingdom! That damned kingdom! Did you think I wouldn't know? That you are Rukia Kuchiki, Goddess of the Moon and Sea, that you can control the tides and water so easily, and that you are sister-in-law to Byakuya Kuchiki?"

Rukia's eyes widened...how did he know so much? The Sun Kingdom was said to be kept in the dark about foreign affairs. This was due to their hostility to all the other Kingdoms and Empires. She could not remember a time where they even bothered to know about them!

She felt her facade slip. She did not know who Rukia was in the King's description. It was too much to hear of what she used to be. Of the kingdom she failed to protect. Of her brother she wished to be with.

Her stoic expression faltered.

She snapped.

"Heiress to what, my Lord? What am I an heiress to? If you know that much about what I used to be, then you must know that I am no longer an heiress! You must know that my kingdom is in shambles, in ruins due to that damned black cult! My kingdom has been reduced to dust, so what heiress do you speak of? Because clearly, I am a heiress to nothing! I am nothing, save for the fact that I am Rukia Kuchiki. That is my current identity," she spat, her face flustered from yelling and her breathing coming in quick breaths.

Ichigo smirked, as did Grimmjow, but Rukia noticed that Shinji kept a straight face, with eyes that held what looked like empathy, yet she did not comment on it, nor ponder too much about it. He did after all, reminded her too much of Gin Ichimaru.

Ichigo let out an arrogant smirk and with no sympathy told Rukia, "What a pity, you think you are nothing?"

"Why don't we make her life useful, ne, Ichigo?" agreed Grimmjow.

"Hm, yes, well Kuchiki, I have a proposition for you. You and your friend's life shall be spared, and taken care of, under one condition"

Rukia began to feel nervous. "And what may that be...my Lord..."

"As of today, Lady Rukia Kuchiki is to be slave to the Triad of the Sun Kingdom," Ichigo said with arrogance, his eyes roaming around her form with hidden intent.

Her eyes widened then turned returned into a stoic facade. She could have expected as much. Though her mind was secretly wishing for them to say something along the lines of 'We are sorry my Lady! We shall gladly assist you!' she knew they wouldn't let her go that easily. She could only hope Toshiro was okay.

Her mind pitied the three buffoons before her.

Don't they know exactly who they are dealing with? She thought to herself.

Ichigo kept that arrogant smirk on his face as he addressed his comrades, "Grimmjow, wait outside in the main hallway to lead her to Lady Inoue; Shinji, go to the kitchens to prepare a meal for our pet."

At that command, both men got up to their respective duties, with Shinji humming a jazz tune and Grimmjow eyeing Rukia as if she was a piece of meat. As the door shut before them, Ichigo turned to address Rukia.

"I will send you to Lo–"

"You have not once questioned why I have trespassed your lands, yet you are so quick to make me suffer. If you dislike foreigners so much, why don't you just kick us out?!" Rukia seethed lowly, anger building up for the man before her.

"Excuse me?" Ichigo retorted, making sure he heard right.

"Do you know why my comrade and I are here?"

After hearing silence, Rukia continued, "My Kingdom was attacked by the black cult. It is a land of nothing. They are heading towards the Earth Empire, and although they possess the most deities, manifested Earth would suffer if many died. We cannot do it alone, we need help."

Ichigo looked at her. Sincerity laced her words, and he can only imagine how much that hurt her pride to say and admit. For the first time he looked at her, not as trash of the Moon but her as a being.

Before he could say anything, a voice within him spoke. Wow King, getting soft from her pathetic story? The voice snickered and continued.

Well well well, maybe I should've been King instead, huh? I, for one, wouldn't be as easily affected by this stupid girl as you are!

Shut the hell up! Ichigo replied.

The voice cackled with malice. You're lettin' go of my reigns King, to pick up something useless...which is her! Don't forget that her people are allies to the Earth. The Earth where a certain someone you trusted betrayed your family! Betrayed you! Don't forget it's also the home of him. Remember what that certain someone couldn't do for your mother... Where your fathe—

Damnit, I told you to shut the hell up! Ichigo inwardly seethed, anger building inside him.

Then stop makin' stupid decisions on her sob story. Think about what I said, King. You can't support her. Don't help her. Then as suddenly as the voice appeared, it disappeared into the abyss of his mind.

I make my own decisions, he said decidedly to the empty voice within him.

Rukia stared at him with a bewildered expression. Just what is that idiot thinking about?

Ichigo lifted his eyes to meet hers. If he wasn't so angry he would've thought her expression was cute, but instead he rose to his feet and stalked towards her. Rukia's eyes showed confusion, and she took a hesitant step back.

He took another forward, she took one back. It was like a game of cat and mouse, that is, until she reached the wall.

When he finally got in close proximity to her, he placed his forearm above her and he took his hand to tilt her chin up.

His eyes were glazed over. He no longer saw her as her, but once again sees her as trash from the Moon, brainwashed by the sadistic inner voice he had.

He leaned in towards her ear and whispered, "This isn't my war, so I have no interest in helping you."

Rukia's eyes widened. Her mind turned vengeful and angry in an instant. She tried to slap him, but realized he pinned her arms above her. "Damn you," she seethed.

"You little vixen, you're so naughty," Ichigo replied, amusement lacing his words, as he trailed his tongue from her ear to her neck, "You should be taught a lesson."

Rukia's breathing came shallow, her eyes were lidded, and she cursed it for responding. Hate was still clear in her heart for him, nevertheless.

Ichigo smirked and began to plant a hickey on her neck, as Rukia groaned and struggled to get out of his grasp. Afterwards, Ichigo let go, and examined his mark on her. He smirked, and told her, "Grimmjow is waiting in the hall; he will escort you to Lady Inoue, to change your horrendous clothing."

Rukia slid down the wall and began to catch her breath. She mustered energy to glare at him, and she slowly rose, and made her way to the door. She played with her engagement ring, and thought about pulling it off or not. Deciding against it, she began walking towards the doors once more, and spared on last glance at the King.

Her eyes examined him, that's when she noticed something on his left hand. Unconsciously she placed a hand over her hickey and silently gasped.

He...was engaged?


A/N eek, asshole Ichigo, I am so sorry ladies and gents! Haha sorry for the unanswered questions! Like hm, what IS Ichigo's story on why he hates the Earth Kingdom? And who is this inner voice? (It's pretty obvious it's Hichigo but HOW DID IT GET THERE?!)
Rukia is such a BAMF, ne? Well up until she was seduced by Ichigo heh.

Please leave a review! I would love to hear what you guys think ^.^ not only that but I gladly accept constructive criticisms, and I was wondering if my pace is okay? Too slow/too fast?

Anyways...

*Next chapter shall feature Hitsugaya and the darling twins...well...one of them ;)

Ja ne!
~Bea