So, it's been a while since I put anything up ... I feel bad. Well, here's the second chapter, I certainly hope you like it. I apologize if Rukia or Ichigo are a little out of character, it's surprisingly difficult to portray them correctly ... anyways, there will only be one short installment after this chapter, and again, I promise you this story will never be completed. What I have written now is all I'll ever write on this story.

Comments are always appreciated. Thank you :)

Ugh, how boring and mundane this life could be. Day to day, I would go to class, dressed in the uniform I despised so very much, come home, sit around and finish homework, or hit the gym and damage a newbie's ego so badly they would never return.

I briskly walked from the building that had me prisoner for a good nine hours, Tokyo University.

That was right. Kuchiki Rukia, studying to be corporate attorney at law! Yup, now despite the annoyance I felt towards my classes, I was rather proud of my position. I had been ranked top of my class since my first year. I had skipped over kindergarten and graduated high school when I was seventeen. Immediately after, I entered the University and studied law – under the recommendation of my brother, of course-… I was Kuchiki Rukia, age 22.

So, back to the task at hand: deciding what to do with my evening. Well, I was feeling a little rebellious so I figured I'd go to the gym, have a few sparing rounds, come home, dress up a bit and head for a bar somewhere, after all, it was Friday.

I fumbled in my pockets, searching for the keys to my condo. When I found them, I hastily jerked the door opened and stumbled inside, all too eager to reach the one place I could finally relax.

I reached my couch, flopped down, kicked off my heels and groaned. What a long day this had been…such a routine, dull day at the university. Answering all the questions asked of me, studying and completing term papers, but, of course I had completed all my assignments with sheer efficiency.

I grabbed the remote of the couch and flipped on the television. Nothing of particular interest, a few more terrorist attacks, Barrack Obama being named president of the United States… it was all so repetitive. And so, I turned of the TV and ambled off to my bedroom.

So, my plan of action was to hit the gym, therefore, I would need gym attire. I shrugged out of my stiff uniform, grey skirt, grey jacket and a frilly little red ribbon to match. I pulled on my basketball shorts and a tank top and laced my runners. I shuffled out the door, headed towards the metro station.

"So, you coming with?" Renji was now seated in front of me, in the midst of popping his shoulder back into place, courtesy of Ishida. But of course, Ishida himself hadn't escaped unscathed either; he was currently nursing a broken jaw. It was a good thing we healed fast, or else I'd have killed them both this second for their sheer stupidity. But because they were only minor injuries, they'd heal in and hour or so.

"Renji, you know I can't do that." I sighed; Renji was irritating me by asking a question he already knew the answer to.

"Well, you've been getting better! At least you don't leave the city anymore!" He sounded like an excited puppy…except bloodthirsty…and emotionless… and dead…

Ishida cocked an eyebrow as if to intervene, but was stopped immediately by his jaw. I couldn't help but snicker. "Honestly though Renji, I don't think whether I leave the country or not is any indicative that I won't kill you."

"How long have you gone?" He was being threatened with a second death and he was still arguing with me!

"'Bout twelve days." I answered honestly, not even needing to stop to remember the last time I had fed. It was constantly in the front of my mind.

"You've gotta be thirsty by now man!" Thirsty was an understatement, I was straddling insanity at the moment. But I refused to let that thing control me and kill innocent people and my own kind. Until I found a way to rid myself of it, I would hunt alone and around as few people as possible.

"…Renji… no." This conversation was putting quite a damper on my mood.

"But what if we-"

"NO! You've been there Renji! You know that I almost killed you! And now you expect me to try again?" Renji was silent, his dark eyes focused on the floor.

He had been there…he knew what I was like when that thing took over my body. He was the one who had told me of the creature I became. The pain I had caused him. And I was now expected to hurt him again? I couldn't do it… not after regaining control of my body and seeing Renji half dead in front of me. Sprawled on the pavement, his limbs all but torn off, gashes everywhere…he was such a mess…and it hurt to know that I did that to him.

But, to Renji's credit, he never left my side, or even cringed as I came into a room. He joked with me as if I hadn't almost butchered him. My assault on him was about two years ago, but never once did he hate me for what I had done to him, and for that, I was eternally grateful.

I turned towards the window, the moon was out.

"I'll be on the south side; you know that bar, 'Kimi No Na o Yobu'?"

"Yeah, the one that sounds like you have a hangover?"

"That's where I'll be. Stay away and I'll see you in a few days." With that said I flung open the window and leapt into the night.

So, the gym had been a waste of time. The only sparing partners I could find were of the all-too-eager rookie type, looking for a fight. When I finally got over the fact that I wasn't going to be getting a good fight in tonight, I challenged one of the boisterous men, speaking a little too loudly about the last busty blond he'd taken home with him. Obviously, he had been no challenge, I mean, I left the dojo with one or two bruises and he left with the ambulance. So, now barely sweaty, I headed for home.

Once there, I slid out of my gym clothes into something a little more…attractive.

Rule of thumb, should anyone use the word 'sleazy', I break their face.

And in all honesty, grow up kiddies, a white dress, a little makeup and some accessories should be nothing to throw a fit over. I never could see how men lost their minds over a woman squeezed into the smallest, most revealing outfit they could find. I just couldn't make sense of it all, wouldn't a man pride himself on having a woman that was beautiful and had a little character? A few brain cells perhaps? But, in today's society, where anorexic women in bikinis ruled…there wasn't a chance.

Once done with my touchups, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked good, really good. I had never been one of the women who kept telling herself over and over 'I am pretty. I am pretty. I am pretty…' Nope, if I looked hideous the morning before school, I would make a mental note of this and then march out the door.

Well, I was almost ready to leave…just one final thing to do. I walked to my room, decorated in white and lavender, grabbing my holster from my dresser. I slid it up my thigh, and then walked to my locked nightstand. Jamming the key into the hole, I unlocked the compartment and reached into a black velvet box. Ah, there they were… my most prized possessions…my dagger collection.

I pulled my personal favorite from the box. My Reg Cooper Sykes Fairbairn British Dagger. It was my sharpest, deadliest knife, and great for throwing. I pulled it from the box, examining its condition, not a scratch on it. Of course, it had been used…once or twice…I had never killed anybody with it…I only ever used it in self defence, not that I needed it very often, usually my fists and legs were enough.

I slid the dagger into the holster, and with a small smile, headed off towards my favourite bar, Kimi No Na o Yobu.

I stared at the crowd through emotionless eyes. There were many people milling around the street. There were couples on the street, some teenagers, just starting out, and some were elders who had been there to watch the world age. There were groups of friends jumping around, prodding one another, making jokes. There were singles that searched for partners in the bars. They were humans. They were people.

They were all people that I would kill tonight. Intentionally or not, their lives were over the moment they decided to walk out their doors this evening. They were all people that had separate lives, their own hardships and joys…

And I hated myself for being the one to take that from them.

Because I exist, innocent people must die. Because I exist, that small child, waiting for her parents to come home from the bar, will be forever lonely. Because I exist, their lives are forfeit.

It would not be a problem if I was like the others and could merely drink my fill and leave. No, I would take many…all because of that thing that lurked within me.

I would crush it. Some way, somehow, I would destroy it.

I walked solemnly into the bar. The lights were a little too bright for my sharp eyes, and the music was a little too loud for my tuned ears, but soon enough, those sensations would fade. I strolled through the crowd, my body not bumping a single person. I was searching for my prey. The one I would lure away to begin my feast.

It would be a woman, considering they were the easiest to persuade…not that coercing a man would be very difficult. I could convince even the most virile man to swing the other way for me…it had happened. I glided through the faceless crowd, looking for one that would grasp my attention.

It was only a little while later that I found her. Midnight hair with silky, pale skin that would glow in the moonlight. She was dancing, her body moving to the music, her hips bouncing, and a radiant smile on her face. She was beautiful.

I felt a godlike force pulling me closer. I absentmindedly pushed my way through the crowd towards her, my eyes always focused on that woman. Her glistening teeth, her full, red lips and her wonderful nose were all so appealing. Her glistening hair, her glorious body, the way she moved, she was delicious.

Her dainty feet flew across the dance floor, keeping in time with the rapid beat of the music. Her perfect hands cut through the air… luscious.

I was lusting for her…for her blood.

She spun suddenly, turning to face me, and I met her violet stare.

Divinity stood before me…in what I could only hope was authentic Italian leather. I had never seen a man so beautiful in all my life. Not celebrities on television, not models strutting around in undergarments, not even statues of the most beautiful men could compare. It was as if he had been hand painted by the gods.

He was lean and muscular, with skin that seemed silky to touch. His powerful legs were accented by his dark jeans. He had a muscle-bound chest that was worship worthy. His athletic arms waited for a command to tear someone limb from limb. His chiseled jaw was set firmly along with a set of full petal soft lips. His eyes were a gorgeous golden brown and his hair was wonderfully unique, with a color that seemed to fit: vibrant orange.

He was handsome, but that seemed to be about it. Upon further inspection I noticed his eyebrows were furrowed angrily and his mouth had a slight downward curve to it. He had to be one of the superficial types who looked like he was made of pure gold but had the personality of a pebble.

But nonetheless, I stopped dancing and moved towards him slowly. If I could only touch him, I'd be satisfied. He looked at me intently and, with a voice akin to the choirs of heaven asked, "Would you like to dance?"

In my stupor I only managed a nod.

The song came to and end and we both remained stock still. As a new one started he gave me a smirk and began to dance. His timing was absolutely perfect, his body moved with each half beat. The clean and swift movements had my mind spinning, the way his hips could move, the way his arms could extend and bend in such a short time span, and the way his face remained unstrained, besides the frown, throughout the entire time. Unfortunately, it led me to think of other things this man could do.

To my surprise he suddenly stopped moving and looked me over. "Do you not dance?" There it was again, that velvety voice. He cocked an eyebrow at my lack of response.

"Ah, yes." If it was even possible, his eyebrow rose further and the smirk grew.

"Allow me to assist you if you're shy." He grinned knowingly, as if he had done this a thousand times before.

Before I had time to protest, his hands had closed around my hips and he had pulled me closer. His icy hands sent shivers up my spine as he gently moved his wrists, coaxing me to move. Slowly my hips began to sway in his palms, my eyes still plastered to his smirking face. His hands moved faster to match the tempo and my hips kept beat. Surprisingly, I wasn't embarrassed that a complete stranger was touching me this way, it just felt so right.

Clearly satisfied with my pace he tantalizingly slid his hands up my sides, causing my back to arch slightly, and moved to my immobile arms. He moved them above my head, stoking them gently until my arms were moving in time with my hips.

"That's it." He released me and, to my dismay, took a step back and looked me over as if admiring a piece of art.

He reached out and put a calloused hand on my shoulder and before I knew it he had spun me around and pulled me to him. He lowered his mouth to my ear, his lips lightly brushing it, and whispered, "Now, let's get you legs moving."

Our hips moved together and I almost groaned at the sensation. His hands held me to his firm chest as our shoulders jerked to the rhythm. That's when he slowly moved his hand to my thigh. He moved his hand up and down, lifting my billowy dress a little higher every time.

People were staring. Women were drooling and men were gawking as our display, but in all honesty, I couldn't care less.

His second hand came to my thigh and I stiffened slightly as his hand came high enough to rest on my dagger holster. In response, he lowered his lips to my ear and whispered, "Don't worry. Please don't be afraid of me." And it was the way he said it that made me think otherwise.

No, no, no, no, no! Bad, bad, bad! Feeling is bad! Emotion is bad! And what the heck was with the formal speech? I just didn't do things like that! Nuh-uh, not my style.

Gee, why didn't I just slap an electric dog collar on my neck and learn some common sense. Really now…

The woman's body became rigid against mine, and it was too bad really. I hadn't felt anything that close to pleasure in a long time.

Wait…no, no, no, wrong! She was food… a snack… dinner on a dance floor! I had to remind myself what happened last time I felt this good. Yeah, those types of memories would be just as good as any electric collar.

Despite my newfound restraint, I still couldn't pull myself away from the woman and just gouge her throat out.

She was afraid, of course. Any sane and sober human should be when a complete stranger finds your one method of escape. I could hear the thumping of her heart quickening, see imperceptible amounts of perspiration on her neck, feel the slight tremble in every breath and smell her fear.

Although this captivating woman would cease to exist shortly, I really wanted to make her last few minutes enjoyable and worry free. Why? Not a clue… but there was something about this female that pushed me to do so.

I tightened my hold on her waist, and she made a noise, much like a dog's chew toy. I couldn't help but smirk as I lowered my lips to her ear and allowed my tongue to slide along the shell. She quivered against me. Her heartbeat was erratic, large drops of sweat were now on her neck and her breathing was uneven. Although I couldn't tell if this new series of bodily reactions were related to pleasure or to even more fear. Time to test that out.

I released her suddenly, taking my hands off her waist and pushing myself away from her body. She spun to look at me, a whimper escaping her lips. I smirked and extended a hand towards her, "Come here." I whispered and she looked into my eyes.

Oh yes, definitely pleasure.

She clamored for my hand as if it were a lifeline. I danced out of her grasp, flashing a seductive grin. "But before that, what's your name?" She came towards me again, but I stepped away, maybe a bit too fast, the humans might have gotten suspicious.

" K-Kuchiki Rukia…I-" I came towards her as a reward for obeying me. I pulled her smooth and delicate arms around my neck and settled my hands on the dip of her hips. She stood completely motionless, staring up at me as I tried to start up our dance once again.

"What's your na-" I abruptly realized what she wanted to ask and tried to redirect the conversation. I wouldn't let her know the name of her murderer…not yet.

"C'mon, you're not going to make me start all over again." I rocked my hands against her hips and her words were lost. We danced to the hypnotic beats of the music, her spellbinding violet orbs peered passionately at me. Her eyes were seemingly trusting, but I knew her heart was somewhere else.

I could slowly feel the animalistic need to feed rising up within me. My fingers started twitching at her hips, my eyes ravenously raked over the areas of the most concentrated blood flow, and my mind was screaming 'Take her! Feed!'

Correction, that wasn't my mind that was that thing's.

Regardless, I needed to get her out of the throngs of people and outside.

I pulled her to me, celebrating her warmth against me, and asked "Can we go somewhere a little more private?" Now, I was telling the complete truth and whether or not she misinterpreted what I meant was her fault.

That's right, this was all her fault.

He pulled me to the doorway, grinning the entire time. I followed, almost tripping over my heels on the way out…that earned a chuckle from him. The entire time I had felt as if a sheet had been thrown over me. I had been entranced by him, but as we walked out into the fresh air, it felt as if the curse had been lifted.

He really was gorgeous, and I had truly enjoyed myself throughout the evening, but this had to stop. He was nothing more than a stranger to me and that's all he ever would be. He would not come home with me tonight, he would not touch me any further, he would not get anymore than the dance he had already had.

He turned to me "Rukia, I-"

I cut him off "Thank you for the good time tonight, but I should be going. Goodbye…uh." I turned to his slightly shocked expression, shrugged and began to walk away.

I brought my hand to my thigh, ready to use my already found out dagger, should this man try anything to stop me. Just to make sure, I turned around and waved once more with a wonderfully plastic smile… had his eyes gotten brighter…?

"Rukia," he called, "The name's Kurosaki, Kurosaki Ichigo."

And he was in front of me.