Hey guys. I updated! Yay! I struggled with this chapter a little because my parents kept me busy all weekend and then i was sick today, so it's kinda short (sorry). But i buckled down and wrote the chapter. It's not my favorite chapter at all, but there is some action. Thanks for the reviews, though i'm sad that i didn't get that many this time, and thanks for you wonderful people who have added me to fav author and fav story...hope i don't disappoint. A few short answers to the reviews that i got.
To Rukes-Don't worry, i have a plan for Ichigo and Rukia. Hope you like the chapter!
To Ria- A big thank you and a hug. I will keep it up.
To paroxysmpastry- Here is the next chapter and you're welcome for updating.
To Violentkitty- i will have to stop at some point though not soon, but a sequal has been planned. muahahahahaha. Yes i play CoD Modern Warfare 2; it will be a theme with the weapons and you should recognize them...as long as you haven't dropped a nuke, i still love you...55 and 2 earlier using an AK 47 with FMJ. Stun grenades, claymore, scavenger, bullet pen, steady aim, and Spas. :D ran out of ammo in both guns and got killed :(
To Aizawa Ayumu- my mind works in interesting ways. It will get more graphic as the fic goes along :P I was a little worried about Yoruichi and Urahara, but thanks. heres your update, but as i said, not my favorite chapter.
Disclaimer: i DO NOT own Bleach and only half the story (love ya DetriotBleachWings)
rated M for graphic nature of my inner hollow. and future Lemons from the hopeless romantic in me. ;D
PLEASE READ THE BOTTOM AUTHOR'S NOTE WHEN YOU'RE DONE. IT'S VERY IMPORTANT THAT YOU DO. YOU'LL SEE WHY.
Ichigo looked up from the stack of papers on his desk at the knock at his door. In the week since he had let Byakuya and Renji leave with Rukia he had been stuck behind the desk. The glass on his door was milky to keep people from looking in but it also kept him from seeing out. He looked at the clock; the red numbers flashed 1:30 am at him. He grabbed the Desert Eagle from the hidden compartment in his desk. The person at the door knocked again.
"Who is it?" Ichigo called but there was no answer. "Who is it?" there was a muffled reply. "The door's open," the door opened and he nearly gasped. There stood Rukia, wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and t-shirt that hugged her body.
"Hey Ichigo," she said breathily, her eyes half lidded.
"What, what are you doing here?" he asked as she walked over. He stood up to meet her but she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back into the chair. "What-" she placed a finger over his lips.
"Shh," she sat on his lap and ran her hands down his face. He stared into her eyes which were clouded with lust. He watched as she leaned towards him and he tilted his head and reached to meet her halfway. Their lips touched lightly before he ran his tongue over her lips, asking to be let in. She opened her mouth to allow him access and he deepened the kiss thrusting his tongue into her mouth. As she moaned at the feeling he heard his name called through the door.
"Ichigo!"
Ichigo's head snapped up from where he had fallen asleep on the stack of papers. "Get back to work. I'm going home," Tosen walked from the door as Ichigo nodded and touched his forefinger to his lips; still feeling the kiss. He could still taste her; she was sweet, like strawberries. Ichigo went back to work on the file that was open on his desk. It showed Aizen's picture in the corner with a rap sheet attached. He sighed and looked at the clock; it was 12:30 am. He leaned back and rubbed his face in frustration. He was trying to help solve a case where a woman, named Momo Hinamori, had been raped, robbed, and murdered. The scene of the vicious attack and murder was the riverside.
'Mom!'
'Just run Ichigo. I'll be alright, just run home to daddy,' Masaki smiled at the 9 year old Ichigo.
He shook his head and wiped the tears that had started to leak from his closed eyes. They suspected Aizen was behind the attack and had put Ichigo on the job since he was stuck behind a desk instead of in the field and had plenty of time to work on the case.
"Three fucking days on this case and we have nothing on the assholes that did this," Ichigo growled to himself. "Why me?" Ichigo sighed and stood up. He walked into the hallway and down to the vending machines. He stuck his money in a grabbed the can Mountain Dew that fell to the bottom of the machine. He walked back to his office and closed the door. He looked at the clock; it was now 1:00 am. He started to think about the dream he had just had.
Over the past week most of his dreams had been about Rukia; well more like him and Rukia…together…in certain positions. He flipped through the pages in the file to keep his mind off Rukia, the evidence of his arousal growing with every thought of her. He was glad that the office was empty because he wasn't going to try and stand up anytime soon. He kept drinking his Mountain Dew and trying to figure out how to charge Aizen when they had no solid proof.
"Fuck!" he threw the files into the window and they scattered. He sat there for a minute before he stood and started to collect the papers. He stopped and looked carefully at one of the papers. He slowly bent down and picked it up to read the words carefully. "Five semen samples from the vic. Four match the samples from case 14A-B89," he knew that number; he'd seen it enough to memorize everything in the file. "No. It can't be. Who is the only person that we haven't tested? Aizen and Gin, plus about fifty other men…she was a friend of Tosen's which is why he's been pushing us hard. He saw her the night of the murder a few hours before she was killed."
He sat down and stared at the papers nearly going cross eyed trying to figure out what he was looking at. "Two of the samples matched from the current vic, but we took fifty-eight samples, and only fifty-seven match. One repeats, but whose sample is missing?" he muttered to himself. "Four of the current samples match the samples from my mother's case, but who's the fifth?" He was broken from his reverie by a knock on the door. He looked at the clock; 1:30 am. He shook his head in denial and went back to work. The knocking came again, more urgent this time.
"Who is it?" he called but like in the dream got no answer. "Who is it?" he called again and like in the dream got a muffled reply. He decided to take the chance and grabbed his Desert Eagle from the drawer. "The door's open," he called and waited for the door to open hand on the gun but the gun was out of site. The door opened and like in the dream there stood Rukia, wearing the same outfit as in his dream.
"Rukia," he breathed and dropped the gun into the drawer as she closed his door. "What are you doing here?" he suddenly got worried when she turned around and he looked into her eyes only to see unshed tears. "What's wrong?" he stood up and she ran over to him. She slung her arms around him and sobbed into his chest. "Rukia?" he slowly wrapped his arms around her and slowly backed up to sit down in his chair. She curled up on his lap still sobbing. "Rukia?"
"Can I just sit here for awhile?" she asked between gasps for breath and he nodded.
"Sure, whatever you need," she nodded against his chest and sat there for a few minutes.
"I have to tell you something," she said and sniffled.
"What is it?" he asked as he ran his hands up and down her back trying to comfort her.
"I ran away from home," he stopped rubbing her back and looked at her.
"Why?" she sniffed and looked up at him, her wonderful violet eyes wet with tears.
"I didn't want to be handed away like some horse at a market," she said. "I don't want to marry Renji yet Byakuya is going to make me. I want to chose who I marry," Ichigo nodded and continued rubbing her back as she settled against him. "You said that I was welcome to stay with you. Does the offer still stand?"
"Are you crazy?" he asked and she looked like she was either going to hit him or burst into tears again. "Of course you can stay," he said quickly. "The offer still stands Rukia, and I'm not going to retract it," 'Oops. Maybe I shouldn't have said that last part,' she just nodded and stayed in his lap. She wasn't too heavy, but it was a nice sensation to have her sit on him. 'Oh shit!' his mind started to run wild with thoughts and a certain part of his body was waking up from its extremely short nap. "Rukia. It's late, and you look tired. Why don't you go curl up on the couch over there and I'll let you sleep for awhile before we go home. Okay?"
"Sure," she said and seemed disappointed until she started moving and pressed against the reason he wanted to get her off his lap. "On second thought I might just stay here," she smirked and ran a hand down his chest.
"W-why?" Ichigo asked and she laughed.
"I don't know. Maybe I like what I do to you," she ran her hand up to his neck before letting it rest on his cheek.
"What are you talking about midget?" he asked and then gulped as fire burned in her eyes. She lightly rubbed her thigh against his groin and he barely stifled a hiss of pleasure when she hopped off his lap and kicked him hard in the shin.
"That's for the midget comment," he groaned and stood, walking to the small closet where he kept a pillow, blanket, and coats.
"Here," he thrust the pillow and blanket at her before stalking back to the desk, well limping actually. She noticed the sad look in his eyes.
"You okay?" she asked and set the pillow and blanket on the couch before walking over to him.
"Yeah I'm fine," he grumbled and she stood before him.
"No, you aren't. What's wrong?" he looked up and stared into her eyes which were filled with caring. No one he knew, not even his family who had suffered the same lose as he looked at him like that. It moved his heart before he realized that he had no heart until the Kuchiki family was dead. He looked at her though and thought about breaking his vow, but the only way the vow could be erased was by his mom, who was dead.
"This woman who was killed a week ago, Momo, she knew Director Tosen. They were friends, yet the numbers don't add up," she blinked and sat on his desk.
"Well what do the numbers add up to?" she asked and he leaned back in his chair rubbing his eyes.
"I'm adding two plus two and getting five," he sighed in defeat and watched as she looked at the papers.
"I'm adding two plus two and getting zero," he chuckled.
"The first two is the current case, the second two, which I have memorized, is my mom's," he left off there and stared out the window. He didn't notice her staring at him in sadness.
"The two cases are the same," she said and he nodded. "Then what doesn't make two and two equal four?"
"One of the semen samples is different in the two cases. We don't' know who they belong to and two of the semen samples from the suspects and friends are the same," she nodded as she listened.
"Meaning that someone switched vials and used the same fluid twice?"
"Yeah, but who? That's what's making the equation equal five rather than four," he watched as she yawned and looked at the clock. "2:30. Go to sleep Rukia, you look tired," she shook her head.
"But what if you find something?" she asked and yawned again. He chuckled and stood up, walking over to her.
"Then I'll tell you," he said and scooped her up into his arms bridal style and walked over to the couch. He set her down and she yawned again, too tired to get onto him for carrying her. He let her stand as he made her a bed and then he took her by the shoulders and made her sit on the couch. "Just go to sleep," she shook her head.
"What if someone finds me here?"
"Like who? Your brother and Renji?" she nodded and he sat next to her. "Then we run. If you don't want to marry him, then don't," he rubbed her back and she leaned into him. "But you really need to go to sleep," she glared at him and he laid her back and covered her with the blanket.
"But I don't want to," she pouted and he acted on the impulse of the moment. He leaned down and took her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it for a second before he pulled back.
"Go to sleep," Ichigo stood and forced himself to walk over to the couch, missing the pout on her face. He sat down and looked over at her seeing the blush on her face before he ducked his head to hide his blush. He got back to work and eventually heard her snoring softly on the couch. He blinked and smacked himself on the forehead, finally seeing the part of the equation that subtracted one and made it two plus two minus one equals four. "It's about damn time," he looked at the computer monitor and saw a group of men trying to open the locked door into the main entrance. He saw the guard at the stationed at the desk rush over to the door and one of the men stood up, shooting the man through the glass.
"Shit!" he started to pack up the files on his desk and started to save everything on the computer onto multiple memory sticks. He looked up and saw the main entrance was empty before he hit the tab button and cycled through the cameras. The men were in the elevator, he counted ten, and all were armed with automatic weapons and heavy body armor. "Son of a bitch," he looked up and saw Rukia still sleeping on the couch. He grabbed the two Desert Eagles from the drawers and loaded them before he slipped one into his overnight bag and the other into a holster before pulling the strap of the bag over his shoulders.
"Rukia!" he walked over and shook her gently. "Rukia!" she didn't wake. "Damn it," he wrapped her in the blanket and picked her up again before he rushed from the room.
Rukia blinked as she felt her body floating. She saw the ceiling moving above her and she looked up only to see Ichigo running with her in his arms. She sighed and smiled to herself when he looked at her. She quickly replaced the smile with a frown and he smiled. 'Shit, he saw me smile,' how many times had she dreamed of this man with her in the past week? She liked the dreams. She realized earlier that night after waking up from a good dream that she had feelings for Ichigo. He turned a corner and squatted down.
"Ichi-" she was silenced as a hand covered her mouth. She glowered at him until she realized that he wasn't looking at her. She turned her eyes to the elevator at the ding and saw the door open. A group of men climbed from the car and turned on flashlights. They snuck down the hall towards Ichigo's office.
"Shh," he stood and grabbed her again. She kept her mouth shut, though she was stuck between screaming at him for carrying her and sighing in content for being in his arms. They got to the elevator just as the doors closed. Ichigo pressed the button and the door dinged and opened. She and Ichigo both winced at the sound.
"Over there!"
"They're getting on the elevator!"
"Stop them!" both blinked at the last voice and looked at each other.
"Gin Ichimaru," Ichigo hissed and gripped her tighter as the doors closed. He hopped into the elevator just as a few of the men turned the corner. Bullets bounced off the metal doors and Ichigo clenched his teeth and groaned. He kicked the button for the first floor.
"Ichigo?" Rukia looked up at him.
"Can you walk?" he asked through his teeth and she nodded. He set her down and helped unwrap the blanket. Ichigo sank to his knees and Rukia knelt in front of him.
"Ichigo? What's wrong?" he shook his head and pulled a second Desert Eagle from his bag.
"Take this," he said and cocked the gun before holding it out to her.
"But I don't like weapons," he looked at her.
"You had a gun the first time we met," she shook her head.
"I only have that to scare people off," he sighed and pressed the cool metal into her palm.
"You have to get my back, Rukia. Please," she looked into his eyes and saw pain.
"Yeah, okay," she gripped the gun and held it out covering the door.
"I thought you didn't like weapons? It looks like you know how to use it midget," she glared at him.
"Just because I don't like weapons doesn't mean I don't know how to use them. Byakuya made sure that I knew how to use every weapon and recognize the sounds that each makes when fired."
"Good. You'll be of some help then when we get out of here," Ichigo stood as Rukia looked at him.
"What does that mean?" she spat and he opened his mouth to speak when the door opened. He quickly drew his gun and walked out into the front hallway.
"Right clear," she looked down the other way.
"Left clear."
"Follow me," he started walking and Rukia spun around and walked quickly up behind him. "Stay on my ass and cover me," she looked at his ass and smirked.
"Yes sir," he didn't answer, just kept walking. He stopped at the corner and looked around the entry room. He saw the guard lying in a pool of blood.
"Let's go. The stairs to the garage are there," he pointed to the unmarked door at the end of the hallway. "If something happens get to the car and go," he held out a set of keys. "The address is programmed into the car's GPS," Rukia shook her head.
"I'm not leaving," he pushed the keys into her hands.
"Not an argument," she pushed the keys back into his hand and touched his forearm lightly.
"I'm not leaving you," she said quietly, hoping that he got the message. He growled and grabbed her face between his hands.
"If you don't promise me that you will go you can forget my help. I know how to get you out of your marriage with Renji," she looked at him and bit her lower lip.
"Fine. I'll go to the car, but I'm not leaving this building without you," she leaned in and kissed his lips lightly. He was surprised at first but as she pulled away in disappointment he kissed her back. She pressed her lips against his again in excitement. She felt him suck her bottom lip into his mouth and he bit it lightly. She gasped and he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She was letting him explore her mouth when the emergency stairway door opened with a bang.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" Gin Ichimaru's voice broke through their kiss and they jumped apart only to see ten soldiers with weapons trained on them. Gin took his mask off. "It looks like the nosey cop is getting it on with my bosses crush. This isn't going to go well with him," two of the soldiers started to walk towards them.
"When I give the signal shoot the one on the left then break for the garage," Ichigo whispered into her ear and she nodded. "I'll cover you," he kissed her cheek.
"No whispering," Gin said. "Separate them," Ichigo jumped to the right.
"NOW!" he screamed and Rukia quickly pulled off a few rounds striking the man in the head a few times. She saw the bullets go through his head and heard the cracking of the skull. Blood sprayed in multiple directions as his body twisted, following the head's path as it curved to the right from the bullet. Ichigo rolled and fired as well taking out the one on the right, blood spurting from the holes in his chest. Rukia jumped up and sprinted for the door to the garage as Ichigo hid behind the desk. Rukia heard gunfire and felt fire roll up her arm. She fell to the ground and heard Gin's voice.
"Don't shoot her you idiot! Aizen wants her alive. The man you can kill," she blinked and rolled over seeing two men running over to her as the others kept Ichigo pinned behind the desk. She looked down and touched her arm. 'Just a flesh wound. Nothing major.'
"Ichigo!" she screamed and fired the rest of her clip taking out one man and wounding the other, though he kept coming. "I'm out!" she screamed and the man grabbed her.
"Got you, you pretty little thing," he started to pick her up but grunted and flew to the side as a single bullet went through his head and imbedded itself into the wall. Blood pooled on the floor under his body.
"Rukia," she looked over at Ichigo. "Here!" he tossed a clip through the air and she lunged for it, barely catching it and she quickly reloaded the gun. She looked up and saw Gin and two men left standing. The rest were lying in the blood that flowed freely from the wounds they had received. She scrambled for cover as the bullets flew at Ichigo again. She hid behind another desk and started to fire.
"Ichigo! Run!" she screamed and fired at Gin. Ichigo sprinted for the door to the garage but was hit in the back. Blood seemed to explode from his shoulder and time slowed for her as she watched him fall. He twisted slowly and hit the ground with his back, hard. She looked up and saw the two remaining men with Gin running towards her. She raised the gun as her vision turned red. She was barely aware of pulling the trigger and emptying the weapon. She saw one of the men stumble before falling as multiple bullets hit him. The other man curved in midair and hit the ground with a smack, leaving a trail of blood as he slid across the floor, coming to a stop with a squeak after a few feet, back on the floor, sightless eyes staring at the ceiling.
She lost sight of Gin for a second but saw him again through the glass as he ran for the van that was sitting out front. She ran over to Ichigo after the van pealed away from the curb.
"Ichigo," she sobbed and fell to her knees by him. She touched his face lightly and his eyes snapped open. His hand clamped around her throat and he flipped them, pinning her to the floor. His eyes were clouded as he pressed the cool metal of the Desert Eagle to her chin. "Ichigo," she choked out past the blocked throat. She clawed at his hand and looked up at him. "Why?" she asked and tears leaked from her eyes. His finger trembled on the trigger and her tears touched his hand. His eyes cleared and he saw her pinned under him, crying, his hand around her throat, his gun pressed to the underside of her jaw.
"Rukia?" he dropped the gun and let go of her neck only to pull her into a hug. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he sobbed into her hair and she blinked in surprise. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," he sobbed and she could tell that he was devastated by what he just saw.
"It's okay. You didn't hurt me," she lied and ran a hand through his orange hair that was wet and sticky with blood. "We have to go," she said as she heard sirens in the distance. She guided him to his feet, his eyes still blinded with tears. She leaned down and grabbed the gun he dropped. "Come on," she rubbed his arm as she guided him through the door and to the car. "Get in," she urged and pushed him lightly. He sat in the passenger seat and leaned his head back, tears still staining his cheeks.
She jumped into the driver's seat and started the engine. She pulled out of the garage and sped down the road. She looked on the dash and saw a GPS. She looked for recent searches and found the address of Ichigo's mansion. "Alright. Let's go home," she looked over at Ichigo and smiled when she saw that he was asleep. "No more tears," she whispered as they hit a red light and she kissed his cheek. "No more tears from my man," she said quietly and focused on driving, missing the smile that crossed Ichigo's face at the words she had just uttered.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter. A quick side note, i will be able to update one last time after this. If i work hard maybe two updates.
I am going to Korea to train in Tae Kwon Do and i won't be back until August (hopefully with my black belt). I'm leaving July 1st from Memphis, TN then to Chicago. After a FIVE HOUR layover i'm flying to Tokyo, then to Seoul. I won't be back until August 4th and i'll be sleeping like crazy to get back on track before I go back to school for my senior year of highschool. Whoo! So i'm sorry that i won't be able to update for a month. I'm sorry guys i really am! But i love you all for reviewing and adding me to the fav lists. I promise that i'll write a lot so when i come back i can update quickly when i actually wake up and stay awake.
Thanks for understanding y'all. :)
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