A/N: I should be totally studying right now ;_;
Thanks Vicky for the reply to my question! I found some nice Doujinshi, though the one Byaruki I read made me wince a bit as Rukia was looking a little like a loli and that freaks me out…but found some hot Shunsui x Nanao ;) I should be studying…no doujinshi or fanfiction for me…
Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I know that you all wanted me to update my other stories, and I will, I have most of the next chapter of 'MDTMS' done but, here's the thing, I get carried away and write more than planned in the story, it was forecast to be about 10 chapters long, but now it's more like 30…orz…forgive me!
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, terrified Rukia, playboy Byakuya, Byahime…? Is that even the pairing name? Dunno, don't ship the pairing really…but don't worry, more byaruki on the way! Mentions of masturbation…general M stuff! Oh, Orihime bashing! I like her really, but sometimes I wish she would shut the fuck up with the 'Kurosaki-kun, Kurosaki-kun…' Even my boyfriend can see past her huge breasts and thinks she's annoying.
I Don't own Bleach.
Part: 1.2
"Do you need any help, Byakuya?" Renji asked, standing next to the door that led down the basement. He regarded the slightly older man, how much he had changed since they were children, and yet their friendship had remained very much intact. The redhead knew Byakuya better than anyone else. He trusted Byakuya with his life, and the older man shared these feelings.
"No," he said with a shake of his head, "It'll be fine. She'll become more comfortable if it's just me with her. Stand guard by the door and I'll be out soon."
"Sir," Renji agreed with a nod, taking the time to stop Byakuya just before he opened the heavy door, "Byakuya…I'm telling you as a friend, be careful. I know how you are with the ladies…we don't need her falling head over heels…"
Byakuya laughed at the younger man's absurdity, "I'm not interested in little girls."
He smirked and shook his head at Renji's words before opening the door and descending down the cold steps, taking off his jacket and placing it on the chair near the door. He looked around the basement, locating the small, scared girl curled in the corner and noting how she immediately lifted her head at the sound of his footsteps.
"Who's there?" she called out, her voice a little aggressive. Byakuya smiled to himself, she certainly had spirit.
"You must be Rukia," he stated, walking over to her and standing in front of her as she looked around, trying to locate him by sound.
Rukia didn't reply straight away. His voice was new to her, it was smooth yet almost husky, and she hoped that if she played her cards right, he might be naive enough to let her go, "Please…let me go…"
"Sorry," Byakuya replied, squatting down opposite her to get a better look, "As much as I'd like to let you go, I've been given strict orders to keep you here."
"You'll be sorry when my boyfriend gets here!" she threatened, tears beginning to fall once more as she tried to talk confidently.
"You have a boyfriend?" Byakuya asked with a smirk, maybe she wouldn't be so bad to look after; she certainly was giving him a run for his money.
"Yes!" she replied, looking straight ahead as she realised that he was now in front of her.
"I see," he replied, looking around at her red cheek with a frown, "What did they do to you?" His hand graced her cheek, cool upon her skin as he cupped it gently, causing whimpers from the frightened girl. "Did they hit you?" Rukia nodded, unable to stop the blush from her cheeks at he wiped away her stray tears, "I'm sorry, it must sting." She felt his hand leave her cheek, and for a split second, she wanted the coolness against the heat again, soothing and gentle. She shook her head however, she must never place trust in anyone here, not matter how kind they seem. She tried to hear for the man's footsteps, straining her ears for any form of dialogue. She heard the door open and then the shuffling of feet before it closed again, only to open once more a few minutes later. Upon hearing the footsteps growing louder again, she struggled to listen for multiple people.
"It's just me," she heard the man reply. She heard him stop before her and felt his presence very close to her body once more, making her feel uneasy again, "It's only going to be me for a long while."
"Why?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and his fingers guided her chin.
"I've been put in charge of looking after you," he revealed, making her screech as she felt a biting cold against her cheek, "So, look after you, I will."
"Why do you care about me?" she asked suddenly, tilting her head back to face him, "And what it this thing?"
"A cold compress," he replied calmly, sitting on his knees opposite her, his hand pressed to her face, "And believe it or not, but I'm not like the other guys who have been keeping you hostage. Now, while I can't let you go, I think that we can make it easier for you."
"How do I know you're not going to abuse my trust?" she asked warily.
"You don't," he replied with a small laugh, "But I'm all you've got."
Byakuya looked down at the rest of her, grimacing at the sight. Her wrists had obviously been tied for some time; the rope had long cut into her skin, making it raw and bleeding. She looked like she could have used a bath or shower too. He found himself pitying her and sighed at how he wished they weren't in this situation. He got up quickly and had Renji lock the door from the outside, lest she try to escape, before replacing the cold compress on her skin for a short while. He took it away from her after some time, apologizing as she protested before taking her hands in his, inspecting the rope.
"How often did they take these off?" he asked.
"Every once in a while," she replied with a wince, "I have no perception of time anymore…" Byakuya sighed, of course she would have no idea how long the periods of confinement would be, she had hadn't seen daylight properly for at least a month. He quickly retrieved his pocketknife from his jacket pocket, grabbing her wrists roughly.
"Right, listen young lady," he almost reprimanded, "I'm going to cut your bonds in order to make you more comfortable, but, I do not want you taking off your blindfold whenever I'm here. I don't want to see you without your blindfold, ever. If you try to escape, you won't even get passed your door. There are twenty men within fifty metres of this door at all times, and orders are to shoot you on sight if you try to escape." Rukia gulped, slight fear creeping into her once more as his grip tightened on her wrists, shooting pain up her arms, "Good, and if I do see you with your blindfold off and you do see who I am, I can just as easily break you with my bare hands."
She nodded quickly, and Byakuya could see the fear in her face. He hated to use such barbaric words and he would never want to hurt a woman, but he needed to be sure that he was safe if she decided to reveal his identity once her captors returned her. He was walking a fine line as it was, letting her free to move around was dangerous in itself, but what was to stop her from lifting the blindfold straight away? He sighed, he was being ridiculously risky, but he would have to trust her, like she must him. He brought the small but sharp blade against the bindings, gripping her arm tightly and rubbing the metal against the fibres as it began to cut them away. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out in pain, the rough material rasping against the broken skin, "I know, it hurts. I'm sorry. Just try and push through it." He tried to soothe her, genuinely feeling a tad sorry for her. A tear escaped and she cried out in relief as the bonds finally gave way, falling to the floor as a few drops of blood stained the stone. Byakuya retrieved his clean handkerchief from his pocket, wrapping it tightly around the bleeding wrist.
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered, relieved that she could move her arms again. She briefly toyed with the idea of getting a quick peek at him, but she feared his words more.
"It's my job to look after you," he repeated, glancing down at his watch as he picked up the rope, "I need to head off soon due to a prior engagement, but there are men outside if you get into a panic...and don't try to escape, they really will shoot you. I'm going to try and bring you things to make you more comfortable, so if you want something like…I don't know…girly sweets or books or something to pass the time, I'm sure I can bring some to you. Is there anything you want me to get you for when I see you next?"
Rukia slowly rose to her feet, using the wall behind her for support and clinging to it, "You'd do that?"
"Yes, of course," he replied truthfully, taking his coat and slinging it over his shoulder, "I said I'd try and make it more comfortable for you. Is there anything really pressing that you want?"
Rukia hesitated, could she really believe him? The worst that could happen would be for him to lie, "I…Could I have some clean clothes…please? These are really itchy and dirty and I want to change please…"
Byakuya sighed, he really did pity her, and god knows when she had last had any form of clean clothes or a shower or anything, "I'll fetch something."
"Thank you," she replied, giving a small smile for the first time in over a month, "You're really not like the other guys, are you?"
"I try not to be," he matched her smile, heading up the steps to the door.
xxxxxxx
Her body was ravishing as her slimming green dress skirted the floor, her large breasts pushed up as she rested her elbows on the table. They were certainly inviting and left little to the imagination as her body language gave the young man a crystal clear message of what she wanted from the evening. Her lip glossed mouth puckered every now and again as she tried to act cute, and normally, this would have worked…but it was a shame she was a fucking airhead. Byakuya sighed internally as he sat back, keeping his face set into a flawless smile. He laughed at her terrible jokes and humoured her now and again but he was dying to escape. He didn't even care about sex at this point; he doubted she would shut up for even a second during it anyway. Sure, she would have been a good fuck and her body was to die for, but he had gone past caring for her conversation on girly shit. He had been mildly interested at first, but forty minutes of the same monotonous topic was more than enough for him. He didn't care where she bought her make-up and shoes and dresses nor did he care for how much her fans adored her and men lusted after her.
"I'm sorry if I'm boring you," she said after some time, her voice jumping a pitch in an effort to sound cute.
"You're not," he lied smoothly with a smile, "It's interesting to know about your singing career, Miss Inoue."
"Please," she said for the third time, "Call me Orihime."
"Sure…Orihime," he smiled, taking a sip of wine.
"I've had a lovely time," she continued, leaning on the table to accentuate herself, "But the night is young…"
"It is," Byakuya agreed with a smirk, "But I'm afraid I must retire soon, as I have an early appointment with my agency…"
"Oh," Orihime said, taken aback as she straightened up, "Then maybe some other time."
"Absolutely," Byakuya agreed, inwardly smirking at the disappointment that laced her voice. He signalled to the waiter for the bill and shot Orihime a dashing smile as she shrugged her coat onto her slim shoulders. He paid and tipped the waiter before taking the gorgeous girl outside and into the summer night, his arm slipping around her waist as he guided her to his car.
"Are you sure you can't come back to mine?" she asked seductively as her back leant against the car door, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.
"Nothing would give me more pleasure," he replied huskily, his fingers bringing her face up to his, "But I can't this time, I'm sorry." He pressed his lips against hers gently, breaking off quickly before she could seduce him further. He was almost tempted to go back to hers, he hadn't had sex in a while…but he couldn't stand any more of her talking, she sounded like any other bimbo from the street every time she opened her mouth. Preferring to play it safe, he moved away from her and walked round to his side of the car, sliding into the drivers seat and turning on the engine.
Disappointed, but left yearning for more, Orihime Inoue, the famous and very talented international pop star, accompanied Byakuya Kuchiki into his sleek car, hoping that they could have dinner again some time.
xxxxxxx
Byakuya didn't regret his decision regarding Orihime. He had been able to relax at home, take that long desired soak in his bath, and he didn't even mind about having to go solo that evening. He switched the television on, drying his hair with his towel in one hand as he flicked through the channels with the other hand, stopping as a programme caught his attention. He smirked as a female newsreader spoke to the camera as information scrolled along the bottom on the screen, recapping the day's headlines.
"The search continues for the multi-millionaire heiress Yamamoto Rukia, who was last seen two months ago," the newsreader reported, her voice solemn as she talked at the camera, "It is now being suspected that she was taken whilst on her walk home from school and the police are looking towards various leads for answers. Yakuza and Mafia leaders have been brought into questioning, but nothing has been confirmed. Sources are looking into whether the girl may still be alive and authorities are urging the general public to come forth with any information they may have. We'll be back tomorrow with a full review. Good evening."
He turned off the TV before placing the remote on his bedside table and throwing his towel onto the radiator. He decided to sit up in bed, thinking about the newsreaders information and the meeting with Aizen before turning his attention to the frightened girl who was currently located in the basement of his grandfather's company warehouse. He technically hadn't lied when he had told Orihime he had modelling to do the next day, he was tied up with work, albeit in the afternoon. In fact he had a busy schedule for the rest of this week and thought about how to manage his time if he had to take care of the girl. He had promised her some clothes and he himself wanted to help clear the rawness of her wrists, but he didn't know when he would be able to see her for a decent amount of time next. He shifted his pillow down, lying down fully before flicking the light off, going through his plans in his head as he eventually fell into an uneasy asleep.
