This story is the product of a psychotic cat and the alpha work of a slutty waitress. Beware!
Acknowledgements: The gorgeous and super sexy cover belongs to Kitsune23star, awesome artist and mangaka. Check out her work on deviantart! I have permission to use it. :)
Rukia sat on the bridge over the pond of the western garden of the Kuchiki manor with her legs hanging over the water, watching the colorful koi fish swim by and slowly wiping the blade of her katana with oil. When she was done, she could see her reflection crystal clear on its surface. She wondered what her katana would look like in shikai form... what its name would be. More importantly, she wondered if she would ever reach shikai. She sighed. Through the grapevine, she'd heard rumors that Kurosaki-sensei had reached bankai; though no one had seen it. He was only twenty-two! Not to mention he'd reached shikai while still in the Academy! The second youngest after her nii-sama. She exhaled slowly and looked at the noon sky with sad eyes. Any moment now, the orange baka would come to get her for their first lesson.
Three days ago, when he escorted her back to her house, he'd explained how the teaching would go. They'd have private sessions four times a week, but he was firm on the fact that he wanted her coming in for practice every day. On top, three out of the four sessions would be in his house to work on battle theory, kido, zanpakuto handling, meditation, tests, and strategy planning. He'd advised her to sleep a lot and recharge her energy at home, increase her food intake, and wear light clothing. But the oddest, most ludicrous request was:
"And Kuchiki... I want you on the birth control pill."
She'd looked at him in complete shock at first, but then he explained that she needed to keep her menstruation under control so that it wouldn't interfere with her training. And so being the case, Rukia, to her utter embarrassment, had asked for a maid to get her the pills and started her intake. She didn't dare go on her own to get them, because rumors would probably fly that Lady Kuchiki was being defiled.
"Rukia." The girl turned to find her elder brother, emotionless as always, standing by the door. "Your sensei is here. Don't keep him waiting," he stated blankly.
"Ah, hai, nii-sama!" she squeaked and bowed, then slid her sword inside its case and moved inside the massive estate. She shunpoed (yes, anyone who didn't shunpo in the Kuchiki mansion found it hard to move around and get to places fast) up to the front entrance with her brother in toe, where Kurosaki-sensei leaned against the wall surrounding the estate in the black shihakusho he wore for training.
"Kuchiki," he stated.
"Kurosaki-sensei!" Rukia bowed and rose stiffly. Something about him always unnerved her.
"May I request to be informed until what time you are going to employ my imouto? I'd like for her to join me in my dinner tonight," Byakuya asked.
"It all depends on how things progress with my student. But I have trust that she'll comply and actually enjoy it. Though, since it's her first time, I'm afraid she'll be quite tired tonight. She's going to need to be alone and rest," said Ichigo seriously, but meaning every pun in his words. "We'll be off to the training grounds for today just to see where we stand at this point, and we'll start on theory on the next lesson."
Byakuya nodded. "I see. If that is the case, I should let you two go and resume my work. Rukia, pass by my quarters and be sure to notify me on your progress."
With that, Rukia gave a lamb-like nod, and student and teacher shunpoed away towards the Soul Reaper Academy's training grounds. Once they landed, Ichigo nudged Rukia to follow him with a faint smirk. It was midday, and the sun was up in the sky and burning.
"Where are we going, sensei?" she asked, already feeling bored and frustrated.
"It's too hot for practice out here, Kuchiki. We'll go to the underground training grounds. I have the key." Since it was late June and the school year was over, the Academy was completely empty. She followed him down the shadowed corridors, then they passed on the other side of the premises, where a hill stood. At the foot, Ichigo pointed at something, that if you noticed closely, was a door. Rukia blinked. He walked forth and unlocked it, then pointed at his student to go in first. Rukia walked in slowly to find a very long ladder going way down to something like a huge built-in cave.
"These are the underground training grounds?"
Ichigo chuckled, looking at her rear end as she leaned to have a better look. "Yes, Kuchiki. Kisuke Urahara made this, but not a lot of people know about it."
Rukia gulped. Not even the principal? She took a step and started to descend slowly, looking around in bewilderment. It was a very big space, with a rocky surface, and a fake sky on the roof, as if you could actually see the sky itself. She wondered if it was constantly as sunny. At least it wasn't as hot as outside.
Once they both stepped off on the hard ground, Rukia felt a shiver run up her spine and found her sensei inches from her back. She took a step away and looked at the smirking man evenly. Since when did he smirk so much?
"So, Kuchiki, I thought we'd start with the basics. I trust you have your blade ready."
Rukia gulped and nodded, then reached for her hip and pulled out her basic zanpakuto. Ichigo chuckled and flash stepped to the middle of the cave, drawing his own katana. Rukia reached him and held her sword forth in a basic stance, so that their swords were crossed.
"Go."
She took a step back and brought her blade down to hit his chest, but he blocked her easily. She jumped back, and this time, she blocked his own attack as he aimed for her arm. The two ended up stuck up close as he pushed against her blade, and she sweated to keep him away. They fought like that for a while, in a simple, basic style they used in class throughout the school year. But under his long bangs, Ichigo watched Rukia closely. She had her face scrunched up from the effort, but she was also bored and annoyed, and it was apparent she couldn't wait for it to be over. She fought on defense, not offense. Ichigo had been dying to see her get really mad and go after him. He wanted to see the passion flare in her eyes that he loved so much. So that when he took her, it would be all the more passionate. And to do that, he'd have to get her majorly pissed off. He pushed hard against her blade, and the girl fell back on her bum, hissing at the impact with the ground.
"Dammit," she cursed and rubbed her lower back in pain.
"You need to learn how to fight back, Kuchiki," smirked Ichigo and approached her with an extended hand.
Rukia looked up at him with spite and slapped his hand away, then picked up her katana and got up herself. "I AM fighting back!"
"No you're not. You keep blocking my attacks. You need to get more aggressive," he tilted his head to the side. The girl only scowled in response. "Just think about something that gets on your nerves. Anything. And filter that anger into your fighting."
Rukia's hand immediately clenched hard around the hilt of her sword. She didn't need to think; she had the cause of her anger right in front of her. Ichigo didn't need to think hard to know what was going through her head. He chuckled and circled the girl slowly.
"Anything in mind, Kuchiki?" he purred in her ear, and it made her entire body go tense.
She looked ahead in an effort to keep her head. "Can I ask you something, sensei?"
"Of course."
She took a long, deep breath. "Why did you fail me on both years?"
"Because it's great fun having you as my student, Kuchiki," he breathed, inches from her neck.
Rukia stiffened and looked at him suspiciously. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Ichigo took a step back with a cunning askew smile. "Tell you what. Hit me, and I'll tell you."
"H-hit you?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes." He tossed his katana away as if it was rubbish. "Come at me with your sword, Kuchiki."
"But... you can't block my sword! I could seriously hurt you!" she protested, even if a part of her didn't mind the idea.
"You think I can't take you, Kuchiki? Come on, I wanna see you fight like the animal you have inside of you." He grinned maliciously and undid his obi to let his robe free and exposed his bare torso to her. "Slice through me, Kuchiki."
Rukia felt her entire body flush, especially the part between her legs, at the sight. It was as if his body was made out of hard muscles, only covered by smooth and beautifully tanned skin. Her mouth went dry, and she tried to pry her eyes off.
Ichigo could tell she just needed one little push. "I guess you don't have any guts after all, Kuchiki."
Guts? GUTS? Oh, she was going to chop him into a human puzzle! She lounged forth angrily and brought her blade down to slice diagonally on his torso, but he merely took a step back and avoided the attack. She growled and launched again, but he moved so fast that her blade ended on the left or right of him.
"Aaaagh!" She made to pierce his midsection, and he was instantly gone from her sight, until he reappeared behind her, with his mouth on her ear.
"Already done, Kuchiki?"
Rukia saw red and immediately swung back with the sword slicing through the air violently, only to find that: air. Kurosaki-sensei had jumped back multiple feet away from her and landed next to his fallen katana, which he retrieved from the ground. They both lounged at each other, and their swords clashed violently, with the impact ringing around the cave. Rukia fought violently, seemingly in mid-air, and Kurosaki blocked her attacks with a smirk.
She kept pushing at his blade, panting and sweating, with her arms burning from the effort. His pleased expression only added to her resolve to make him human tartar.
'Do you need my help, little one?' An ethereal, melodic, crystal clear voice rang around Rukia's skull, and she froze.
"W-what?" she choked.
Ichigo looked closely at her. She seemed shocked and spaced out.
'You want to win this battle for your honor. Just call my name little one, and I shall help you.' Rukia's heart pounded wildly in her chest, and she saw a bright white mist engulf the hilt of her zanpakuto. Call it instinct or intuition; Rukia knew who it was. Her name...
She looked up at her sensei, and he could see light blue flecks shine in the depth of her eyes. "Dance, Sode no Shirayuki!"
In a flash of bright white light, Ichigo felt a strong gush of cold wind blow him back violently. The katana he was holding was sliced where the blades collided, and he covered his eyes as he was carried away. When he opened them, a beautiful, pure white katana rested in Rukia's hand where her basic zanpakuto should have been; a ribbon, long and graceful, progressed from the hilt and circled the girl.
"I did it!" Rukia's bright, incredulous eyes gazed at her Shikai in awe. She was...
"Fucking beautiful," whispered Ichigo under his breath.
Rukia looked up, to find her sensei gazing at her as if... mesmerized. But her eyes bulged when she noticed the cut piece of his katana. She had cut through it like butter! Kurosaki-sensei kept looking at her in a stupor; now was her chance! She lunged forth, catching him late in his reaction. Her snow white blade left a long diagonal scratch on his chest, not deep enough to scar, but blood slipped through.
"Ha! I beat you!" announced the girl triumphantly.
Ichigo looked down at the wound solemnly, but when he lifted his head, a wide grin was plastered on his face, showing his bare fangs. "Impressive. But you really think you beat me, Kuchiki?"
Rukia's eyebrows met midway, and she held her blade up threateningly. "Yes. I cut your zanpakuto. You are the one who taught us that if anyone can do that, we're done for."
Ichigo snickered. God, was he going to enjoy this. "And who said that was my zanpakuto... Ru-ki-a?"
The girl stiffened and clenched her weapon in shock. "What?"
His bleeding chest heaved a little from the laughter he suppressed. "I'm a sensei, Rukia, classes above my students. Fighting against them with our zanpakutos would mean crushing them."
Rukia heard her heart beat in her ears like a bong and took a defensive stance. Why was he calling her by her name? She had a very, very bad feeling. His one eye was covered by his long bangs, but the other was leering at her and taking on a yellow shade.
"But since I met your zanpakuto, it's only fair that you meet mine," he grinned and extended his right hand to the side, circling his fingers as if he was holding something. "Let's play with Rukia... Zangetsu!"
Rukia's breath hitched in her throat when out of thin air, a huge zanpakuto in the shape of a black and white cleaver appeared in his hand. It looked... deadly. And somehow, the wielder looked at her as if she was his prey.
"Let's play, Rukia-chan."
The girl shuddered violently; the voice was eerie and distorted. What the hell was going on? He lunged forward in the air, and she frantically brought her blade up for protection.
"Aaaaaa!" The blow was too strong, and the girl was blown back from the impact. She wasn't hurt, but damn, a part of her was scared.
"What happened, Rukia-chan?" the distorted voice called again, a few feet away. The next she heard it was in her ear. "Can't you keep up with us?"
That voice chilled her to the bone! She yelled and swung her blade forcefully, only to hit thin air again. And he appeared behind her again. "Your fear smells... delicious!"
"Aaaa!" she swung at him again, but he was gone in an instant. Her heart pounded fast; she was sweating and shaking slightly. What the fuck was going on? And what 'us' was sensei talking about? Her senses were working on overload, trying to trace any sign of reiatsu.
"This little bunny went to the market..." What? HRRRRTS! Rukia squealed and looked to her right, where he had just sliced off her entire sleeve! She whipped around and traced him a dozen feet from her, swinging his sword and grinning. She examined her arm frantically, to find it completely intact. How was it possible for him to move so fast? And why couldn't she feel him at all?
"What the fuck are you?" she groaned and held on to her sword tightly.
"Your sensei, of course..." Her eyes opened wide when he appeared again on her side, but this time, his blade was in her throat. She looked down at it terrified.
"What... what do you think you're doing!" she demanded, holding still, for her neck was an inch away from the deadly blade.
He chuckled in her ear. "I just want to get to play with Rukia-chan..."
"Are you out of your-" No. He dragged the blade over her collarbone, dangerously close to her skin but not cutting it; instead, it sliced the top of her robe. "No!" Once the blade was retrieved, she caught the fabric in horror, before it fell off to expose her breasts.
"You are so lovely when you blush, Rukia-chan," he mused and shunpoed away.
The girl stayed in the middle of the cave, looking around with terrified eyes and trying desperately to hold her decency. She had to leave, she had to-
"This bunny went home..." Ichigo zoomed next to her in a flash.
"NO!" her scream echoed around the grounds when his blade sliced the entire back of her robes, causing it to fall off.
"And this bunny went to her lessons!" he roared excitedly, and the next thing Rukia knew, was that her obi was cut into pieces that flew all over. The feeling of the air meeting her exposed skin was horrifying. Her hakama became fabric pieces, and the only thing that covered her now was her Chappy-themed panties and the last cloth of her robes, which she held to cover her chest.
"Your skin looks so... delicious, Rukia-chan..." She looked up to find her sensei walking to her, looking over at her body like a famished wolf.
"You wouldn't dare!" she yelled in shock but was immediately brought down to her knees by the most violent surge of reiatsu she had ever felt. She saw wave after wave of incredibly strong spiritual pressure produce from the man, which forced her to the ground and shook their surroundings. "Sensei! STOP IT!"
The massive burst died down immediately, and Ichigo let his zanpakuto dissipate into thin air as he stalked towards the girl on the ground.
"God, I've been waiting so long for this." His voice had returned to normal. He knelt down before the panting girl.
Rukia's frantic mind was spinning. "Go to hell!" Rukia raised one arm to smack him, but he caught it mid-way and chuckled. "I love it so much when you get feisty," he cocked his head to the side. "But I need you more submissive for this."
"What? L-let me go!" she cried, but he merely placed two fingers on her forehead.
"Bakudo, number one, Sai!"
"NO!" she screamed but Rukia found her hands tied behind her back in invisible binds, which caused the cloth she was holding to fall and expose her pert little mounds. "NO! Let me go now!" she yelled, becoming beet red and mortified. That was, until he caught her face and tilted her head up to meet his.
"You know why I failed you, Rukia? Because I want you to be mine. Mine and mine only. You belong with me, not in squad thirteen where no one is capable enough to protect you." He snickered. "Nor could I ever let you go away alone with that fucking pineapple."
"Are you out of your-"
But she didn't get to finish. Kurosaki-sensei's lips were on hers hungrily, and his tongue assaulted her mouth as if to eat and devour her. He shuddered all over at the sensation; her mouth was so warm and sweet! When he finally broke the violent kiss, Rukia was red, flustered and shocked. He licked her face and trailed his tongue downwards, nipping at her jaw and suckling at her delicious neck.
"God, you taste so..." he left a throaty moan. "… good! So fucking good..."
Rukia felt heat from his mouth penetrate her skin, and she withheld a moan when he nuzzled a sensitive spot on her neck that made her panties soak with gushes of juice. She felt horribly exposed and scared. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins and making her oddly excited in a twisted way.
"Sensei..." she said breathlessly. "Stop." But she barely held back a cry when his strong, calloused hand groped her breast. Her nipples became erect and rock hard immediately.
"You like what sensei's doing to you, Rukia?" he surfaced and licked her ear.
She shook her head frantically. "No! Stop- Aaa!"
He pushed her back on the ground and hovered over her like a horny hawk. His starved eyes roamed over her body shamelessly, drinking in the beautiful sight. "Fuck, that's better than I imagined." He dove down to take a coral pink and sensitive nipple in his mouth, sucking at it harshly. Rukia couldn't hold it anymore. She cried out and panted as his tongue came out and teased her bud then sucked on it so hard that she saw stars.
"You like it when I play with your tits, Rukia?" he grinned at her, and she whimpered in shame as he moved on to ravish her other breast. She bit her lip and unwillingly arched into him. She never knew it felt so... amazing to be touched like this. But it was wrong, wasn't it?
"Answer me, Rukia. Do you like it when it do this?" He took her other nipple in his hand and pinched in between thumb and index, watching the girl trying to mask her pleasure in vain.
She bit her lip and shook her head, flushed and panting, shutting her eyes dismissively.
That bitch! She cut off the lemon! XD
I find it more tantalizing that way. Be warned, the level of lemon perviness in this story will rise exponentially.
Btw, Shirosaki IS in here two. How could I leave such a sexy man out?
~Neko-chan!
