So…hi, Fanfiction-ers. Okay, before you kill me for not updating, remember that I am updating now. It's been a really long time since I've work on this story, so give me some credit for trying to get back to my old ways. ANYWAY, I've decided to update this story thanks to the reviews and all the people that love this story. So, I'll shut up now and let you read the story.

Bleach Blood Lovers

Chapter 3: Dreaming about me?

"See," Ichigo said breathless, "you didn't kill me like you said you would." He just couldn't seem to control his breathing. He was still on Cloud 9.

"Yeah, well, be thankful I didn't," Rukia said just as breathless as Ichigo was, but she was controlling herself. "You need to leave, Ichigo. Before I take any more of your blood."

"We need to talk first about what happened between us just now." Ichigo insisted, and there was no way he was leaving without knowing if he could help it.

"I believe she told you to leave, boy," a icy voice said, causing Rukia and Ichigo to turn around. "I suggest you do so." Byakuya stood at the door, hatred apparent in his eyes as he glared at the orange haired boy.

Ichigo stood, his mind still foggy from Rukia's bite. "Listen, I just want to talk to her. Alone, if you don't mind." He wasn't about to let this rich jackass tell him what to do. He simply wanted to talk to Rukia and he'd be damned if he was gonna let her brother stop him.

"Run to your father, boy, before I decide leave him with one less child." Byakuya's words didn't even startle Ichigo, but they didn't affect Rukia.

"I'm not going anywhere until you leave us to talk." His amber eyes glared into those of the older man. He wasn't really thinking straight, but, hell, he didn't care. This was an A-B conversation and Byakuya needed to C/see his way out of it.

Byakuya's eyes slowly turned red, showing that his patience with Ichigo was running out.

Rukia knew what would happen when Byakuya's patience was completely gone.

So she stood then, her face was indifferent about the entire thing now. "It's okay, brother. I've had my fun with this one." She walked past her brother, who was still standing at the door. "Let his father take him home, I'm done with him." She continued walking until Ichigo couldn't see her anymore.

She went straight pass the butler and other servants and when upstairs to her room, where she locked herself away from the world. There she could at least try to process her thoughts about what just happened.

Rukia's words finally broke Ichigo out of his daze though. Then he couldn't seem to do anything but to simply stare at the space where she was before he couldn't see her anymore. He plummeted from Cloud 9 back to Earth with a crash. His head was spinning and he suddenly felt sick.

But then again who wouldn't be a little sick after they were suddenly slammed back into reality?

Byakuya watched the boy sway, his eyes losing some of their red tinge, before walking off after his sister.

Isshin ran past him, barely glancing at him as he went to his son just as he swayed.

"I don't want him to come back here, Isshin," Byakuya stated, without stopping. "You, however, can come anytime you please."

Isshin glared at his "friend" as he helped his son to the door. "I'm sorry, son," he whispered to Ichigo. He opened the door only to see a red haired boy, about the same age as Ichigo, standing on the other side.

The boy blinked several times before stepping aside to let them leave. Only when the father and son passed him did he see the blood. Then he smelt the unique aroma that came from Ichigo's blood.

"Hey, Byakuya, what happened?" he asked, stepping inside the house after Isshin and Ichigo left. Then he shut the door behind himself.

Byakuya stopped walking to look at the boy who had just addressed him. "Oh, Renji." His voice was indifferent now, though his eyes were still slightly red. "We had company over, but now they're gone, as you can see."

Renji figured that was the best answer he was going to get from him so he changed the subject. "So, where's Rukia? I came by to say hi to her."

"I believe she locked herself in her room." He began walking to his study. "You can stay if you like, but I don't suggest bothering her right now."

Renji nodded, hoping his oldest friend would come out of her seclusion soon. But unfortunately for him, she wasn't coming out anytime soon.

Later that night, in the Kurosaki house Ichigo was tossing and turning in his sleep. Why? Because he was thinking about the midget who had bit him earlier.

His body was covered in sweat as he moaned and groaned her name repeatedly. Oh the things he dreamt of doing to her, of letting her do to him, were driving him insane. Sadly, he woke up with a start before the dream could finish. He groaned, annoyed that he didn't get an ending to his own dream.

"What a dream that much have been," a familiar voice said from the darkness of his room.

Ichigo panicked, flailing for the lamp switch. He found it, switching it on so he could see his intruder. His eyes widened when he saw who it was. "R-Rukia?"

Rukia sat at his desk, in a white sundress, with a small smirk on her face. "Dreaming about me, strawberry?"

That's it for now, you guys. I promise to continue writing if you guys promise to review and whatnot. Oh by the way, I'll be putting my Facebook link on my profile so you guys can hound me about not updating. Just send me a message with your Fanfic name first. I wanted to keep this relatively similar to the chapter I lost that's why it's not very long.