It has a lot of Ichigo bashing and Senna bashing. So, f you happen to like either character, look away and find another fanfic to read.

You've been warned...

Adding the fishing touches to Isshin's personalized silken robe- matching Makasaki's elegant silken robe, Rukia proudly looks at it with her head held high. It's a gift she has been working on for the past few weeks to celebrate Isshin's and Makasaki's marriage together for 26 years.

26 years of nothing but pure love.

Quickly yet tenderly,Rukia folds the silken robes and puts them aside before getting ready for-

"Nyaaa! Kurosaki samaaaa! Wait until we get into your room!"

Cold fridget shivers ran through Rukia's spine once she heard that bubbly voice. It was the voice that made everything clear to Rukia. Ichigo's heart belongs to someone else other than her, but that doesn't stop Rukia from doing her daily duties like wife should...

Rukia sometimes wonders if Ichigo will ever notice if she just up and left without sayinng a word...

Though, this time, Rukia is done wondering. She's going to test it out.

Bursting through the shojo doors- the scent of sake taints the married couple's room as a drunk orange haired man reeking of sake bumbles his way in with his arm slung over Senna, a younger girl with large amber eyes with purple hair pinned up, in a messy bun. It was obivoius to Rukia Ichigo had fun before he arrived.

Clearing her throat, Rukia poises herself up high, and slightly bows, "Husband," Rukia choked out, "Tomorrow is the 26th anniversary of marri-"

"Get out!" Ichigo angrily grumbled as he violently faces Rukia, "You're ruining the moment and stop calling me husabnd peasant!"

Her violet eyes closed as she lets out a mental huff. It's been decided. She's leaving tonight. she's not going to Isshin's and Makasaki's 26th anniversary dinner. But her gift will be sent to them as a thankyou for treating her like thier own daughter, even if other household members don't behind Isshin's and Makasaki's back.

"Very well Kurosaki. I'll be leaving and please, the box on the table is the gift for your parents. Give it to them for me."

And slowly, but surely, slightly bows before she leaves the room and the glow on the moon showers Rukia's face with a warm embrace, Rukia whispers, "We're going home now... Your grandparentrs are waiting for you..."

"Nayaa! Kurosaki sama! You're so naughty!"

Looking down at her unnoticeable bump, Rukia runs her hands over it, "Please don't be like him..."

The sun slowly beams into the sake tainted room as the birds start thier daily ritual of chirping and the sound of house hold servants bustling around in the hall way, preparing for the festivities of the night-Ichigo lets out a deep huff before he rubs his face with his calloused hand- smiling. Well, why shouldn't he be smiling? he had a hell of a night with his favorite dancer-hell, he made her scream his name.

Lazily, his right hand reaches for his robe- it's not there! It's typicallt always there... Maybe Senna forgot to put it there, after all, Senna is just a dancer. Heavily huffing, Ichigo wraps himself in his blanket as he looks for clothes to wear before he takes a-Shit! the water is cold as ice. What the heck is going on? Eveyrthing is all messed up, and Ichigo in a very sour mood.

-Flash back to last night-

Quickly walking through the dimly lit hallways from Isshin's and Makasaki's room, Rukia softly knocks against the shojo door, "Shirayuki?" Rukia quietly called, "It's time."

Shojo doors slide open to the sight of a woman dressed in white and light blue clothes as her pale complexion glistens under the bright moon.

"I've everything packed..." Shirayuki smiply responded. There was no need for explanation from Rukia why, Shirayuki knows Rukia well enough than to question Rukia about her decisions.

"The horses outside are packed and waiting... Are you sure you want to do this princess Kuchiki?"

A smile graces Rukia's pink lips as she looks up at the moon, violet eyes glistening, "It's lovely weather for a midnight ride back home isn't it Shirayuki?"

-Flash back end-

Drunken cheers and laughter was all too present in the Kurosaki empire once the festivities started. Isshin and Makasaki laughing and enjoying each other's company was all that was needed while everyone did a toast to them every ten minutes or-so.

It was when Isshin and Makasaki calmed thier guests down for dinner that someone insisted on them opening their gifts first.

At first it was just a silly suggestion, but then it gained momentum and eventually, Isshin and Makasaki had no choice but to please thier guests by opening thier presents first.

First up-Senna's gift?

A burst of confused murmured surrounded the room. A mere dancer of the court being the first gift to be opened? What makes her so damn special?

Optimistic orange eyes gleamed as Senna handed Isshin and Makasaki thier gifts.

"Happy anniversary Kotei and Kōgō Kusosaki. May the rest of your life together blossom with joy!" Senna happily cheers as she quickly bows. Makasaki's eyebrow arches as she tilts her head, her golden lily hairpin cheerfully tinkles to the side. "Husand," Makasaki whispers to Isshin, as she looks at the intricate stichings on the white silken robes. "This is the work of a Kuchiki royalty..."

Isshin's face grew dark. Even in the most festive and eventful of days, Isshin was pissed. Sure, Rukia did speak to Isshin and Makasaki about leaving the night before their Anniversary dinner and deeply apologized for it. But for someone to take what was clearly the work of Rukia's and claiming it was thiers? That there pissed Isshin off.

"You." Isshin's large calloused hand points at the girl with the large amber eyes. "Did you personally made this for us?"

Not thinking of any consequences, Senna boldly claimed, "Yes, I spent days and nights stitching this for-"

"But this is the work only Kuchiki Royalty can create.." Makasaki quietly chimed, "You did not create this."

Quickly Senna's orange eyes diverted to Ichigo. She looked at with with pleading eyes, hoping he'll come up with a plan-which he quickly does.

"Maybe Rukia taught her how to stitch like that..." Ichigo quickly chimed, "I've seen Rukia teach Senna how to stitch before...right?"

Ichigo notions Senna who quickly caught on and added, "Y-yes. Princess Rukia took her time with me and-"

"Lies! No Kuchiki would expose thier trade secrets so freely!" This time Makasaki spoke up as she slammed her delicate fists against the marbed table. She was furious with the lies Senna was feeding her. Furious by the fact that Ichigo would lie for a mere dancer of the court?

Shit like that won't fly.

The guests of the night remained silent and stunned. Stunned by the fact that they had just witness the wrath of Makasaki when she'stypically a carefree sweet person.

So, slowly, without making a scene, the guests attempt tp calm down both Isshin and Makaasaki by creating small talking-Isshin noticed this and whispers to Makasaki, "Tonight. Tonight when the guests leaves, we'll ahve a talk with that girl and our idiot son..."