And in the naked light I saw,

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening,

People writing songs that voices never shared

And no one dared

Disturb the sound of silence

***

I sat in my room, watching the rain fall quietly, and the shinigami running about the streets in frenzy over something. I guessed it was the recent trouble with the Vizard. My eyes closed as I set my cheek on my knee. Just watching, that was all I ever did.

Everyone said that I looked like my grandfather, with my chestnut hair bound back in a ponytail, my blue eyes always watching someone with some kind of concern. I sighed, closing my eyes as I set my forehead to the glass. I just looked the way everyone wanted me to look, acted the way people wanted me to act, I was the perfect child of the Kuchiki clan.

And everyone hated me for it.

My fingers clenched gently in the sides of my legs before I heard a knock. I looked up. "The door's open." I stated, rather idiotically. I was taking more after my elder sister, Oki, every day. I pretended to hate her, but I loved my big sister. She was everything I always wanted to be. She was strong, she was smart, and she was herself.

I was an open canvas, for anyone to take the paint to.

Abarai Renji, my father's lieutenant stepped in. I looked up at him, my guilty pleasure. He was the one who had convinced me to start doing thing for myself. Starting with loving him.

He closed my door behind him, brown eyes watching mine. I looked back at him, before I shivered and stood.

"If my father found out about this, we could be in very deep trouble." I murmured, but was that a sense of sadistic glee in my voice? He stepped forward, taking me into his arms as he kissed me senseless. I clung to him, working his hair out of its ponytail with a soft whimper.

"Then…" He breathed as he pulled away, "…we don't let him find out."

I nodded with a little blush, slowly sliding off his shirt so that it fell around his waist as I admired his skin. My fingers ran up his side as my mouth touched his neck and my tongue started to trace his tattoos, those gorgeous tattoos. I heard his groan as my tongue followed the lines along his shoulders, down his chest. My tracing continued as I moved down to my knees in front of him.

His pants and undergarments came off almost like magic and his hand touched the top of my head. I licked the hard tip of him, heard his moan. That was the right track. His hand tightened a little in my hair. I took him into my mouth, almost to the back of my throat with a soft moan of my own.

Oh, he tasted so good. My eyes closed as I pleasured him, loving the sounds he made. It made me want him all the more, as I continued.

"Hama…" He begged, "Hama, if you continue…I'll come too early…"

I pulled away slowly as I moved up to him, looking into those eyes. At first, I had always asked when he wanted me to stop if I had done something wrong. He would always tell me no, that I was doing something terribly right, and he wouldn't be able to please me if I had continued.

I shivered as he pulled the tie easily from my hair. It hung down to my waist, and he ran his hands through it, kissing me so hard that I feared my lips might bruise again. His hands slowly reached down, pulling away my garments as he lay back on my bed.

I already was wet and wanting for him, just from hearing his voice, how he seemed to need me. His mouth pulled away from mine before he shifted me, his hands gentle on my hips and he lowered me onto him. I cried out, but softly. If my father heard…

…he would need a new lieutenant that much was for sure.

Renji groaned, his eyes closed as his hands tightened on my hips. "God…so tight…Hama…"

I loved the way he begged me with my name. I began to ride him, moaning. They were moans of pleasure that he echoed, thrusting up into me, his hungry eyes opening as they devoured the sight of me heaving upon him, my breasts and hair bouncing as he pressed up further and further inside of me.

I tried to keep my voice down, even though at times it seemed that my pleasure grew to such heights that I feared I might scream. Renji, at times, would reach up and cover my mouth with that smile that told me it was alright…that once we had a home of our own, I could be as loud as I wanted.

"R-Renji…" I breathed, "Renji…ohhhh…ohhhh, please, Renji, I…" I tried to concentrate on what I wanted to say, "I…I'm so…so…ahhhhhn…so close…please, harder…harder…"

He looked up at me, grinning arrogantly. "Any…harder…and you might…" he groaned, "…scream the…the house down."

"I…I don't…" I moaned, biting my lip, "I don't care…please, Renji…ohhhh…please…please…" I was begging him, wanting him, all of him inside of me, hard and as fast as he could.

I wanted the beast that I knew lurked within him.

"Hama…" He shifted me onto my back, my legs over his shoulders as he moved faster into me. My fingers clenched into his shoulder, my head thrown back as I practically sobbed with my release.

He smiled at me, looking down into my face. "Just…just a little longer, baby…"

I smirked, nodding as I tightened around him again. I loved the little moments after he had pleased me, I loved being able to hear him, how much he loved being inside of me. I loved to hear the sounds of his moans and his breathing when it was just him on the edge.

He came inside of me, all hot and fast, before he slid out of me, slid my legs from his shoulders, and lay beside me. I ran my fingers through his red hair and he looked up at me.

"…and everyone says you're the good one."