Yup, I´m back. And here´s the second chapter =)
AN: Do not worry, people. I know where this story is going; so you don´t need to think I´m writing shit ;)
Oh well. Enjoy the 2nd chappy =)
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The sparkling in sapphire blue eyes was clearly visible even in the darkest night. That´s why Rukia always won; because he never closed his eyes while hiding. He´d always watch her closely, even if he knew he would let her know by revealing those eyes of his. She was the only one who could see this, though. She could see almost everything, even if it was so dark they had to hold hands to get safely back home.
The boy decided he liked the dark.
"Oi, Rukia!" the not-so-manly voice called out, running after the little amethyst-eyed girl. He took her hand in his, securely locking it in his grasp.
The girl frowned. "What are you doing?" her tiny voice was making her look even cuter, though he wasn´t sure if it was still possible.
"Umm…" he muttered under his nose, his grasp tightening. "I want to stay with you forever, so we have to hold hands so you wouldn´t fall and break your neck or somethin'." His face was lightly flushed, she could tell even in the dark night. A soft smile played across her lips and she let her slender fingers wrap around his hand. He was just way too adorable.
"Something tells me you´re doing this only because you´re afraid of falling yourself," she mocked him a little, teasing like she always did.
"Hell no!" he yelled and let go of her hand. They stopped and he gave her an angry grimace. "Fine, you little –grh! Just fall somewhere and break your stupid neck, so I don´t have to see your face again!"
Rukia watched the hot-tempered boy walk off, silently giggling to herself. Then she started to walk after him, slowly getting up her pace until she was running. He heard her bare feet making slapping noises against the wet ground, his mind unconsciously thinking of the day he first met her; like it was raining so much and she was sitting in the middle of nowhere, crying her heart out. He turned around, but before he could scream into her face to leave him alone, she appeared to be around his neck, pressing her head into his tiny childish shoulder.
"Hey! Why are you –"
"I´m so happy I have someone like you," she whispered. He could hear a cry in her voice, and so he did feel a wetness on his shoulder, but when she spoke, he heard a smile in her words. He wrapped his arms around her back, stroking it soothingly. He knew it. He always knew she was happy around him. Even if she was having a hard time in her life, every time she´d come to visit him in the suburb, her smile would return to her beautiful face. And so would his.
"Me too," he mumbled into her soft raven hair, caressing her back until she stopped hugging him to her.
The girl looked up, wiping away her happy-cry tears. "Good. I guess we can stay together, after all."
He widened his eyes. "You ever had doubts?"
Rukia suddenly tore her eyes open, realizing she never noticed closing them. Her hand was still laid on the knob of the door to the room where her new patient was. For some kind of reason she didn´t understand, her heart was beating like after a hundred-yard race. She laid a hand on her chest in quite a surprise, waiting there till it calmed down; at least a little bit. She wasn´t expecting it to calm down to its usual peaceful point, after all, she was just about to face a serial killer, but she knew she had to at least not look like being nervous. All of her professors on the collage had been reminding her: "Never show your fear to a predator." And she was damn sure that this man was exactly that.
"Let´s get this over," she whispered to herself, ignoring the fact that just a moment ago she was called by her childhood nickname; she was more than sure that it was just a hallucination. This place did things to her. For example, just a few seconds ago, she was daydreaming. That never happen to her. She was Rukia Kuchiki, the professional. She wasn´t daydreaming. Ever.
She finally pressed the knob down, looking at the keys hanging there carelessly, and shook her head. Someone left the door to the room of the most dangerous patient in the hospital unlocked. She thought that if she ever get to meet that person, she´s slap his or hers face. Damn careless.
"I´m coming in, now," she informed before stepping through the door. She was taught that it was always good to let the subject know of your every step. You never know, maybe it might have been someone who doesn´t like quiet people. And from what Rukia read, she figured out that Grimmjow would be probably sharing every little detail with her.
Rukia had never been in this part of asylum, and therefore she never get to see the rooms. When she finally stepped through the doorway, she was quite impressed; she was expecting a creepy bleached place with just one small bed and a broken toilet. But the room was actually quite spacious, the walls weren´t bleached, but colored light sky blue, and to Rukia´s biggest surprise, there was a big bed and a closet. An actual closet. She had never seen one in an asylum – any asylum. Asylums didn´t have them because of the security rules; you never know what freaks think about what is in the closet. She had heard of a case when one madman killed himself in a closet because he wanted to 'stay there' with his beloved wife who was ten years dead.
She found herself off her guard again and automatically turned her eyes to the bed where he was laying with no interest in his face. She mapped his face and figure quickly, with an eye of an expert. Besides he had a well-built form, she could tell he was also very good at fighting. She desperately prayed he wouldn´t get mad with her.
"Nice room, isn´t it?" she said in a pleasant and kind voice, remembering his personal documents. Likes to talk. Though she wasn´t quite sure what shall she begin with. Room sounded decent. It was polite and good to start with. Then they could move to his monsters under the bed.
A pair of aquamarine blue eyes set on her. The strong looking man gave the small woman an uninterested look and made a 'Tch' sound.
So that was it? That was the talkative and nice Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez? Rukia sighed, thinking of how arrogant he actually was. She walked up to his bed and took a seat on the small white chair next to it. She comfortably put all of her things on the nightstand, leaving only a notebook laid in her lap. "My name is Rukia Kuchiki, Grimmjow, and I am your attending ps – doctor. It is a pleasure to meet you." She said with a sober smile on her lips.
"Can cut that shit," came a response in a dangerously low voice. The bluenette wasn´t looking at her, his deep blue eyes digging in the peach orange blanket.
Rukia blinked in surprise. He for sure was a violent one. And aggressive, at that point. She´d better put him in a place before he started to try things on her. Her giant amethyst eyes narrowed, never showing her actual feelings of nervousness. "Mr. Jaegerjaquez," she spoke his name very firmly, yet somehow with a respect and a promise of understanding him. "I believe you could quit those vulgarisms, don´t you think?"
He gave her a bored look. "No, miss Psychiatrist, I ain´t gonna quit anything… unless you actually make me submit." The last part of the sentence was a mere whisper, but Rukia caught it very clearly. He was being spicy and predatorily, almost seducing. His voice was unusual and peppery, one of those that makes woman melt through the floor even before she´s touched. Luckily, Rukia wasn´t that kind of girl.
"Believe me, Mr. Jaegerjaquez, I will make sure to… be on a good terms with you." She stated and shot him an almost deadly look. This was a battle for dominance, and like usual, she wasn´t about to lose.
A wicked grin spreading his features, he locked eyes with her. They didn´t stay in place for a long time. He had this terrible habit of stripping almost every attractive woman with his eyes the very first moment he saw them. His gaze roamed over her small body, enjoying that she was still so childish; not that he was pedophile. He just liked her that way. Even her small breasts seemed like a great aim for his hungry teeth that haven´t bitten something in quite a long time.
"Bullshit," he mumbled a silent reply, his eyes going back to hers. It felt kind of difficult; he was just monitoring her lower parts, her thighs covered with that annoying notebook, her thin and long legs crossed formally, and black high-heeled shoes making her even more professional-like. He imagined actually submitting to her, let her do anything to him.
Fuck yeah.
Rukia frowned. This wouldn´t be as easy as she had previously thought. The man before her was no gentleman; his eyes was on her like she was some kind of bloody meat and he was a strong and fierce panther drooling at the sight of petite woman hardly above the law. Another sigh escaped her lips unconsciously; she was sighing so frequently that she even didn´t notice it anymore when she did.
"Do it often?"
Her eyes flew back to the aquamarine-eyed man. He caught off-guard again. This shouldn´t be happening. This was her second time during the few minutes she was here. She wasn´t supposed to be caught off-guard. Hell no. "What do you mean, Grimmjow?" she asked innocently, still trying to make friends with him – friends, or something like that. That, or more precisely, she wasn´t really sure what he was on about.
He grinned avidly. "The sighing. Since you got here you did it more than three times."
Was he actually counting it? Rukia made displeased face and looked straight into his eyes. "If you weren´t arguing this much, our work would be much easier, and therefore I wouldn´t be sighing." She said, clearly satisfied with the way she was holding herself back from swearing like a criminal.
"If you weren´t unbearable, I wouldn´t be resisting."
"Unbearable?" she repeated his words in shock, her eyes wide and her brow cocked, head slightly tilted to the right.
"Yup, that´s right, bitch,"
Rukia´s face went slightly red with impatience. "That´s enough, Grimmjow, behave yourself or I will have to force you into obedience."
His grin spread across his face, he chuckled loudly, tilting his head back. When he looked back at her, his eyes were somewhat darkened with something Rukia couldn´t actually label; maybe lust, but what was it he was lusting for? "Make me behave, Miss Psychiatrist, and you can do whatever you want to me. Even force me into obedience, or whatever shit you want." This came as a purr. Literally. Rukia felt like her bare arms got goose bumps, shivers running up and down her spine. Nope, this wasn´t good. At all.
Her hand automatically went into the pocket of her white doctor´s cloak, searching for a stun gun - only to find out that she had left it in her office. Dammit! Pissed off, she think of where exactly she had left it; when she was leaving and collecting all her stuff, she put it down of the table for a moment to put everything needed into her bag – and there it stayed. She almost blushed from embarrassment.
The last thing she could think up were the handcuffs at the sides of bed; one at left side for the left hand, and one at right side for the right hand. There were also ankle cuffs, but she just couldn´t imagine herself, pulling the blanket off of Grimmjow. Curiously, she looked his way. He was grinning like he had just won one million yen prize. She looked back at the handcuffs, silently warning him.
He realized what she was suggesting and cooed. He was obviously absolutely pleased with the doctor he got. "Yes," he nearly moaned, ecstasy clearly hearable in his voice. His hand slowly wandered to his abdomen, fingers stretching closer to his crotch. Rukia did her best and didn´t look. "Tie me up, Miss Psychiatrist," came the almost-command and Rukia couldn´t help but actually blush. He made a small 'mmhm' noise and her face reddened even more.
"If you don´t behave, I will have to," she grunted with a frown, trying to keep her professional face on. Though it was incredibly hard with him.
His hand slipped under the thin blanket covering his lower part of body, which was, by the way, at same level as the hem of his white boxers. Rukia caught herself thinking of the color; and then mentally gave herself a good punch for thinking like this. Of course he had to have some sweatpants, or at least, pajama pants. Something. She just hoped that he wasn´t running around half naked.
Rukia was still looking into his eyes, ignoring the hand brushing against his groin under the blanket. "So, Grimmjow," she went back to the work, "how about you tell me something about yourself? It would be much better if I knew you, at least a little bit. It may help me with finding a suitable treatment and medicine for you," she explained, praying he´d stop moving his hand in his pants.
"Nnh, well, Miss Psychiatrist, now we´re getting to the good stuff," she wasn´t quite sure what he was talking about; her request, or what he was doing to himself? Never mind, only if it´s over already. "Wanna hear my story, then?" he asked, never stopping to play with himself through his pants.
"I´d like to, yes," she said soberly, "though before you start, I´d really appreciate if you put your hands back on the blanket so I can see them."
Another wide grin. Even wider. Grimmjow pulled his hand out of his pants, putting them onto the blanket; but still at the same place where they were under the blanket. "You´re a naughty one, Miss, ain´t ya," he groaned pleasurably, running his fingertips across the bulge growing in his groin. He made himself more comfortable, one arm under his head, and he lay more into the bed. He was obviously trying to give her a better view. "Like watchin' a man, heh?" he mumbled and bit his lower lip almost gently.
Rukia felt her face will burn up. She was literally on fire. What the heck was he thinking? "Grimmjow, I suggest you stop this right now, or I´m going to get the guards." She warned him, voice hard and unforgiving.
"Group sex fan, this is gettin' interesting," he purred, voice getting heavy. He added more pressure into his light caresses, turning them into firm strokes.
"Grimmjow."
"Yeah…"
"Grimmjow, I want you to stop right now!" the petite woman commanded. "You know what, lets talk about your life – or, if you want, I can talk about mine. Maybe there´s something we have in common –"
"The only thing we have in common is the true nature in us, Miss," he purred, stopping for a moment to sit up while talking to her.
Rukia pressed back the urge to sigh again in relief. "Oh well," she murmured, "so, where would you like to start? Your childhood? Your teenage years? Or maybe you would like to talk about your hobbies or some interesting things about yourself? Or the things you like and don´t like?" Rukia was very proud of herself that she was able to put him to work with her.
His hand went back to the place it left just few seconds ago. "I like blueberries," he muttered under his still-heavy breath, "and rain," he added, not very talkative as his personal documents said. Rukia frowned again, waiting for a moment if he´d start to talk again. And then he did. "You kinda remind me of it," he said, sweetly torturing himself. Rukia thought that if he wouldn´t do it now, he´d for sure finish up when she left.
"Which?" she asked. "Blueberries or rain?"
"Both," he smirked, running his fingers up and down his abs. Well, for a change he wasn´t jerking off in front of her.
"Is that so?" she asked, shooting a glance to his abdomen where his hand was making small circles. "How´s that?"
"Mmh, well," he couldn´t help but get back to his little bulge down there – he just couldn´t get enough if the small woman blushing like this, desperately trying to make him stop and cover her excitement. He could feel her getting impatient to see more. "You´re so fierce and yet so soothing, Miss," he mumbled, "that´s the rain. And when I breath, I can smell your taste; you taste of blueberries."
"How can you smell how I taste?" actually, now he was making her really uneasy. Though he was still pretending to be very firm and, as usually, professional.
"Simply, Miss," he cooed and tilted his head back a little when he gave himself a squeeze.
"Really?" she found herself getting more and more nervous. She knew she had to distract him somehow, or otherwise he´d continue, and eventually lead this to the very end.
"Yeah… oh fuck, yeah…!"
"Oookay," Rukia nearly exclaimed, nervous as hell, "how about now you tell me what do you like to eat? Hm? I like Miso soup."
"Blueberries," he groaned and squeezed more. His fingers were digging into the blanket and the blue-haired man closed his eyes heavy with pleasure. That was the first time she actually allowed herself to look; though she, of course, had no interest in taking a look. This was just… well, a little research. It was medicinal. She was a doctor, after all. She had every right to look.
The first thing she did after her eyes settled on his hand was a little squint. She felt like a little animal hunted by a big big predator. His hand was constantly working on him through the blanket. "Okay. How about the things you do in your… ehm… free time? Anything special? Do you draw? I personally adore archeology – as a little girl I always had been around old places with my parents. It was always interesting for me to see how the old civilizations were living, and how impressive their life must have been." She was maybe rambling, but it was the least she could do.
"Ahh…" Rukia was still staring at his hand that was by now rubbing the sensitive place. "Miss, you have to let me… ngh… go down into my pants…" the bluenette panted, sweat breaking on his temples. He opened his lustful eyes glowing with joy, looking at the doctor. He saw her looking up from his hand and grinned. "Enjoying the show, ain´t ya?" came the next purr. "I can give you way more, Miss." A very simple offer was made as his hand played sinfully with the hem of the white fabric – probably his underwear.
"Stop right there, Grimmjow. Not even an inch lower."
He chuckled, stopping all his actions. He leaned closer to the place where she was sitting on the white chair. "Of course, Miss, I haven´t think about it that way. You may now finish the job, if you please," he leaned back and was just about to pull the blanket down.
"Don´t –!" Rukia nearly yelled in complete frustration. "Grimmjow," she tried for the very last time, "I don´t want to screw up things with this case, you know, I really don´t. You´re my first and very own patient, so I´d like to do everything to help you – and that just wouldn´t be possible if you act this way." She somewhat poured her heart out in front of him, explaining how important this was to her – only to make it even worse.
A smirk played across his slightly parted lips. "Is that so?" he purred in satisfaction. "Watch now, woman, or you´re gonna loose your patient," he growled, sliding the hand under his clothing.
"Excuse me? Grimmjow, it is not your place to command me like this – and stop that already! I am not going to loose my case –"
"Now, now, Miss, calm down," she was damn sure he was absolutely enjoying this stupidity. "I don´t want to cause any problems. But like you said, you care about your shitty little case a lot. And if the patient isn´t pleased with his doctor, he may get another one. Don´t you know the rules?"
Rukia looked away in frustration. This was so unfair. He was manipulating her. Her god damn patient was manipulating her. It was supposed to be her who was manipulating him, for Christ´s sake! "Grimmjow, I ask you for the last time, stop this so we don´t have to work together in an awkward silence. I really want to help you and solve your case. Please."
"And for the last time, Miss, I´m rejecting your request. Watch, join or get yourself fired."
Rukia could feel tears burning in her eyes. She turned her face away from him. Dammit, dammit, dammit! "I choose to leave this room," she informed him, getting ready to leave her spot.
But before she could even stand up, his seducing voice was back. "That´s not in the options list, baby," he growled, "watch, touch or go look for a new job."
She felt her breath hitch in her throat. Her heart nearly stopped beating. So it was really going to be like he said. Like he commanded. She felt that she was no longer the one in charge. That damned man took the control. Rukia couldn´t believe how incredibly ridiculous the situation she was. This man, this madman, this insane serial killer who was running around Japan and brutally killing random people, actually made her play by his rules.
Play by his rules…
If she could figure him out, she could possibly get back her position as the dominant one. But now it just seemed like it was too late for some figuring.
"Oh, oh, oh! Mmmmh, yeah, this is fucking heaven… should try this too, Miss… fucking leaves you all dizzy and carefree… Aaah…"
Rukia hardly held tears from falling down her cheeks in rivers of despair. Her eyes were on his groin, hopefully still covered by the blanket. It was making a big tent, really big one, and she couldn´t help but think of his actual size. While she was blushing madly at being forced to watch this, Grimmjow´s face was one big insane grin. His hand was sliding up and down his shaft, occasionally squeezing when coming down to the base, occasionally pressing a finger against the swollen tip. When he did, he moaned loudly. His voice filled the room to the limits, pants and heavy breaths and moans making the girl on the chair even more frustrated. Which was turning him on even more.
"Watch, woman," he growled when her eyes slid away from him. "Watch closely, ´cause it´s the best you can ever get from a man. And you know what?" his strokes and pants got rougher. "I´m gonna give you even more if I see such a desire in your eyes once more. Yeah, that´s right. If you´re still little kinky bitch you´re gonna have this every fuckin' day. Ah, yeah!"
Her eyes were filled with tears, the salty liquid gathering in the corners of her eyes. She settled her sights on his hand that was by now pumping up and down rapidly. The noises the blue-haired man was making were like shrieks piercing her ears to her, and with every next moan she jumped up slightly, cursing herself for the wetness spilling into her panties.
"Mmmhm, yes, ah yes… aaah…" his free hand went up to stroke his muscular chest, rolling the t-shirt he was wearing up. It gave Rukia a decent view on his perfect figure, though she wasn´t really pleased with herself she was thinking of him as of a perfect. He was a rapist. A goddamn rapist. "Aaah, Rukia… yesss… I can´t… uuuh, wait for the.. ah! Day you do this for – mmm – me… Ohh… Fuckin amazing… Ah…" suddenly, he opened his eyes, biting his lower lip until he broke the soft skin and drowned blood. He pleasurably licked away the bright red liquid and tilted his head back, but never looked away from her. "Fuck," he swore loudly, "now say my name, woman. And keep fuckin saying it till I´m done here,"
The petite woman blinked several times, surprised by his weird command. Her lips parted slightly. "G-Grimm…jow…" came out in shuddering voice.
"Yes! Just like that, woman, just like fuckin that. Just like you fuckin fear what´s gonna come next – ahh,"
"Grimmjow…" another slow murmur was spoken, Rukia nearly crying. This wasn´t how she planned. This was nothing like she planned. "Grimmjow…"
"Ah – a – ah! Fuck – I´m gonna – AH FUCKING GOD YESSSS!"
Rukia didn´t wait for anything. The last moment of this ridiculous situation when Grimmjow with a powerful shudder squeezed all of that thick milky liquid out of his dick, her hands automatically grabbed her things from the nightstand, she jumped up, not failing to notice the wet fabric covering his crotch, and rushed out of the room. She only stopped to lock it up. And as she was rushing through the corridor to the elevator, she could hear him laughing.
She pressed the red bottom and nervously waited for the 'ding' sound.
"Fuck," she cursed under her breath, slamming her fist against the wall. "Fuck!" she cried out and tried to hold back the tears she had been holding back the whole time. "Fuck it all!"
When the elevator came to her floor, she was already crying peacefully. No yelling, no cursing, no punching. She calmed down, and now it was just the annoying time for cry. She stepped in and with no expression in her face pressed the bottom with the number of the floor where were garages. She let out a small shuddering exhale of breath.
Turning to face her reflection in the mirror, she wiped her face at least a little bit. She thought of what had just happened, failing to find anything else than damned shame in it. She put her hand onto the cool glass and pressed her forehead against it. It was nice and cool, exactly what she needed. Some tears fell down and she quickly wiped them away.
"You have some real bad luck, Rukia," she noted dryly at her own reflection, "getting worked up like this – or, more likely, letting a goddamn patient to do this to you… What would boss say, hm? He´d probably kick you out very quickly. So you better keep quiet about his little incident. And, wait, what would your professors say? The amazing student Rukia Kuchiki was forced by a freak to watch him masturbate – great job, Rukia, continue like this and you´ll end up getting screwed by that bastard!" she gave a frustrated little shriek just when the elevator suddenly stopped.
Rukia wouldn´t start to panic if there would be some 'ding'. But it just… stopped. Without an explanation. Just stopped.
She nervously pressed the bottom again, looked around desperately –
And then the lights turned off.
The sky was raging that night. I was sitting in the corner of our little garden with my favorite teddy bear, holding it as close to my body as possible. Where was mom and dad? Where was Byaku-Nii? Where was everyone? The storm got pretty bad since they left for grocery shopping, and I was scared on my own. And I guess that staying out wasn´t helping much.
Just when I was about to start crying again I heard a voice.
"Rukia! Are you nuts or something! Get inside!"
It was coming from the front garden, from the small hedge we had there. I stood up. "Is that you?" I called out, hearing cry in my voice. I didn´t want to cry. Cry was making me weak.
A slapping noises came closer, but I couldn´t see my savior. All that happened was his arms on me, clenching around my shoulders. His still childish chest was against my back as he led me to the house. There I started coughing. He grabbed a towel and dried my hair and body.
"Can you the heck tell me what were you doing out there?" he barked. "Are you insane? What if lightening hit you? That stupid teddy isn´t going to save you, Rukia." He wrapped his arms protectively around me, letting me rest my head against his shoulder. He caressed by back until I stopped sobbing. "You better now?" he asked then.
"… yeah, I guess. Sorry." I really felt sorry for causing him so much trouble. I hated being saved; always. I wasn´t weak.
"That´s okay," he mumbled, letting go of me. I was kind of sad that the embrace ended, but didn´t want to annoy him anymore. "I´m the one who will always be there for you, not that stupid toy."
"Hey!" I shouted, squeezing by soaking-wet teddy. "This is Mr. Cuddle Monster!" I defended.
"Mr. Cuddle Monster? I haven´t heard stupider name," he grunted in annoyance, as usual when I started girly things around him.
"Pff!" I made and turned around, walking into the kitchen. He followed me automatically. I put Mr. Cuddle Monster on the table and grabbed some chocolates, putting it in front of him. "Help yourself," I noted and added a smile. I smiled even wider when I saw a blush creep across his cheeks.
"Thanks," he mumbled and popped a piece of candy into his mouth.
"Mm-m."
"Oi, Rukia," he said shortly after few more candies disappeared in his mouth, "how about we go upstairs and get you some dry clothes? So you don´t catch a cold or something."
"Sure! Wait, why don´t you want me to catch a cold?" I stopped in surprise – was he really being nice to me?
"Of course I don´t want you to catch a cold… we wouldn´t be able to stay together…"
Rukia screamed when the elevator dropped like a floor down. She grabbed the nearest thing she saw and hold on tightly, like her life depended on it.
"We wouldn´t be able to stay together…"
The elevator stopped as quickly as it started to move, bumping Rukia onto her butt. She started to cough and stayed curled up into a ball in the corner of the elevator. Her arms were wrapped around her legs, her head hidden in between her knees. Her body was shaking uncontrollably in fear – she hated small rooms from which she couldn´t escape. She had no problem with her office, there was a window and the feeling of safety, but here – her life was in the hands of (probably) technical courses.
Tears started to run down her face again, the second time in this stupid evening. For the first time since she was still a teen, her lips started to whisper a pray.
"Together…"
"HELP!"
Rukia´s small hands balled into fists and started hitting the door. She was desperate. She felt so helpless, so small, so trapped. Like even the last light has abandoned her small iron world, leaving her in the dark of the broken elevator. Rukia was uselessly trying to remember when was the last time she had been so scared. There was maybe even a chance of her hair turning white from the incredible fear.
At last, her desperate cries and screams for help stopped. Her hands went back to her knees and she curled into a small ball again. Tears running down her cheeks, she was thinking of her family, friends and co-workers. Not that there was much of them; any of them. Her only family was her older brother Byakuya and creepy uncle Urahara. Her friends… well, that was complicated; since she went for studies, her personal and social life disappeared magically, and all that was left was work and school. And co-workers… oh well, the next day she was supposed to have a date with doctor Kurosaki…
But suspecting she was going to die here –
Get a hold of yourself, Rukia! This is not you! You don´t panic! You don´t cry!
"Miss Kuchiki! Miss Kuchiki, hang in there! The help´s coming!"
A familiar voice slashed the darkness in her mind. Rukia slowly opened her wet and aching eyes, seeing nothing but perfect blackness. She must have been hearing things. There was no way something would actually happen. Miracles do not exist. And so does not the God. If he actually was there, she wouldn´t be facing all of this.
Fucking worst evening of her entire life.
"Miss Kuchiki, answer me! Talk to me so we know you´re okay! Miss Kuchiki!"
This time Rukia left her eyes closed. No. She lost her hope long time ago.
But suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her eyes; the lights turned on again. She rubbed the burning feeling in her eyes off and slowly sat up, kneeling down so she was sitting on her legs. She started to wipe away the tears, feeling a weird pressure at the elevator door; they were trying to open them. The promised help actually came for her.
Rukia couldn´t help but give a weak smile. Her eyes were still wide in shock, but when the door finally opened a little bit, and she saw the freaked out and nervous face of her boss, she felt herself relax a little. She felt safety surround her. The elevator was half-caught between first and second floor. There must have been electrics breakdown or something while she was going down from the third floor where Sector C was.
"Miss Kuchiki!" the tall orange-haired man screamed into the elevator cabin and stretched out a hand for her to grasp. "Miss Kuchiki, take my hand! I will help you out!" he shouted and shook his hand, trying to get her attention. The truth was, Rukia felt incredibly light-headed. She haven´t felt so carefree since she graduated at the university.
Her hand shakily reached out for his, waiting for his fingers to wrap around her wrist to pull her up. She was so weak in that moment she couldn´t even think of getting out on her own. "Boss," she whispered as his hand grabbed hers, pulling her out of the elevator. She unsteadily put a knee on the floor and let herself sink into the arms of her superior.
Doctor Kurosaki sighed in shuddering voice, pulling the petite woman´s body into tight embrace. He wrapped his arms around her small form, hands protectively stroking her back until she finally stopped trembling in his arms. Rukia allowed herself to relax in the warmness of the man´s touch, her head disappearing in his silk shirt. She even didn´t realize she was still crying. Tears were unconsciously sliding down her cheeks, wetting the fabric under her face. She stayed in Mr. Kurosaki´s arms until she noticed everyone else went away, as he shoved them off, saying they were dismissed.
His fingers were drawing small circles on the small of her back, the man actually letting her bury her nose into the crook of his neck. "Sssh," he whispered into her raven hair, never stopping to caress her back, his one hand coming from her back to her hair to play gently with the ebony-colored soft locks. "You´re okay now, Miss Kuchiki. It was just a technical error. Everything´s fine now. No need to worry. I´m here with you." His mumbles slowly comforted her until her eyes closed again and the woman finally calmed down.
She curled up into his chest. "Thanks." It was a mere whisper he could barely catch, but it still reached his ears.
"Of course," he mumbled back and somehow managed to get her back to her feet, his arms wrapped around her waist so he could at least support her. He never thought of her as of one of those girls who liked being carried around bride-style, though he´d prefer that in the moment Her small figure seemed to be even weaker than usual; not actually weak, but unimaginably fragile. She was like a porcelain doll in his eyes. Not that he was planning to tell her.
They walked down the hallways until their steps reached Rukia´s office. There she left the keys to her new patient´s room and they went down to the garages. Doctor Kurosaki offered to drive her back home; she refused. He put her into his car and said he´d take her back the next day when they were planning to hook up. She didn´t quite agree, but at least she didn´t protest.
"Would you like me to stay with you for the night, Miss Kuchiki?" he asked politely when they were standing by the door to her house.
Rukia blushed little. Of course it was meant to be a polite offer, not a dirty one, but it just sounded so nice of him. Her name sliding off of his lips, ah, she could just imagine the blueberries´ taste on his tongue while he was speaking her name out loud… Wait, did she just thought that he was able to taste the blueberries while saying her name?
The taller man came closer. Rukia tilted her head back a little, realizing how small she was compared to him. Her heels weren´t working at all. As long as it was Mr. Kurosaki, she´d be always smaller. His hand somehow happened to caress her cheek, his fingers gently brushing against the soft flesh. "Miss Kuchiki, I really think I should help you… at least just a little bit…" he mumbled, leaning closer until she felt his warm breath tickle her neck.
Should she invite him in? After all she had experienced, the damn worst evening of her life, when she had done the biggest mistake of her whole carrier, when she lost to her patient and let him manipulate her, after going through the worst few minutes of her life in the elevator, and after being saved by her boss… maybe if she invited him in just for a coffee, it wouldn´t be that bad. And if it accidentally happened to be more, she wouldn´t mind, too.
"Okay," she smiled. "Lets go in. I´ll make a coffee."
She just opened the door, entering the hall, but suddenly, her back crushed against the wall almost painfully. She gasped in shock, but before she could react and defend herself, the intruder forced his warm and wet lips onto hers. Rukia´s eyes couldn´t get any wider, she was sure about that. Her small hands grasped Kurosaki´s broad shoulders, trying to push him off at first. But when his lips softened and his kisses became more gentle, she relaxed and let him lift her up. He was standing between her legs hanging in the air, his hands supporting her weight, palms holding her ass cheeks. She automatically wrapped her legs around him and she smiled into the kiss when he moaned into her mouth.
His tongue passed by her lips, playing with hers until she let him do whatever he wanted. His hands were exploring her mile-long legs, the orange-haired man never stopping to wrestle with her eager tongue – really, since when she had became so violent? But oh, how long he had wanted to kiss her like this…
But then the lights slashed the darkness in the room.
"I believe you should leave right now, Mr. Kurosaki, or I´m calling the police immediately."
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A tiny sparkle in chocolate brown eye.
"That was you, wasn´t it?"
A deep throaty chuckle. "Obviously."
"Imbecile. What if something happened? Don´t you care about anything we had sacrificed to this?"
"Keh, bullshit. I don´t fuckin care what you say. It worked out just fine."
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AN: Okay, here´s a little explanation; … or no xD you have to read it ´cause I´m a bad girl and I ain´t gonna tell you. Muhehehe! Just maybe… don´t worry; I know exactly where this story is going – so don´t be afraid I´m writing nonsense. Maybe I´ll give a little hint; Rukia had lost a part of her memory… yeah… poor kid… and that´s all that´s to it!
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Next chapter is up – the epic date of Rukia and Ichigo – and maybe, just maybe, a lemon! Well, we´ll see ;)