A/N: Sorry I've taken so long to update, I have no excuses.
Well here it goes, enjoy!
"She suspects nothing at all then?"
"No Aizen-sama; we have nothing to worry about, all seems to be going as planned so far," said Gin, he and Aizen were sitting in Aizen's office.
"Good, you watch well over Kuchiki, and I will watch well over Kurosaki, ensure that they do not meet, and if they do, we must do everything in our power to separate them again."
"Only them, should we not worry about the others?"
"Naturally, but Kurosaki is the head of the pack, and the Kuchiki girl seems to be the catalyst to his great power, therefore, we must keep them separated, we do not want them remembering," said Aizen.
"Ya don't need to worry about that Aizen, I'll keep the Ice princess looped around my finger. Thank you by the way, the girl was a great fuck; I must say, virgins are simply delicious," said Gin.
"You were the one that requested it; I never knew you were interested in the girl."
"Yes, ever since I first met her. There's something about those frightened little eyes, how they widen in horror every time they see me, they make me wanna fuck the daylight out of her," smirked Gin.
"You are one sadistic bastard Gin," snickered Aizen, "well, I don't care what you do with her, if you want, kill her, it would probably be to our benefit that she doesn't exist anyway," said Aizen.
"Oh I wouldn't do that, I still plan on having much more fun with her," said Gin rubbing his hands together as he thought of the possibilities, "by the way Aizen, how much longer are we going to keep up this lie?"
"A year is the necessary time to rebuild our army, but if I'm having fun, then I'll make it longer," said Aizen; then there was a knock at the door, and a servant spoke from the other side of the door.
"Yes?" Asked Aizen.
"Miss Momo has arrived sir."
"Yes, I will come have breakfast with her in a while," said Aizen; the servant left.
"And now…it is my turn to have fun, you are dismissed Gin," said Aizen walking out of the office; Gin got out shortly after he did.
Ichigo was inside his bedroom tossing and turning as he slept. His head throbbed madly, and a series of images that were all unfamiliar to him flashed before his very eyes.
…
He was fighting with supernatural abilities, there was blood, fire, death. He was floating above a town, and he could see the people beneath running, horrified as gigantic monsters ran after them and devoured their souls. He wanted to help every single one of them, but found it impossible since he himself seemed to have his hands full.
Sosuke Aizen and a melancholic-looking guy with black hair, green eyes, and dressed in white, were in front of him. He looked to his right to find Rukia by his side; there was another person at his left, but he could not see that person clearly, only their tall silhouette. Swords were drown, and they all looked at each other before commencing.
"Ichigo," said Rukia without turning to look at him, her sword drawn as she glared at the black-haired guy in front of her, " whatever happens today, don't forget what you stand for, fight with all your strength, and if either of us dies, we will die knowing that we did all we could…that way we will not have died in vain," she said; Ichigo nodded.
Everything else became a blur, as if the images before him were being sucked into a tornado, everything shifting and distorting. Then everything was black, and he floated in the darkness, unconscious; nothing else there, nothing but a sweet voice echoing in his mind…'Never forget what you…what, we, stood for, wherever you go, take these last words with you…guard them in your memory, so that one day…when you remember them…you may remember me as well…'
…
Ichigo woke up, startled by the alarm clock, frustrated he took the clock and threw it to the wall, smashing it. It took him a moment to calm his accelerated breathing. He looked down at his watch, since his clock was now broken, and saw that it was 8:30 in the morning. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and got in the shower. He leaned his forehead against the shower wall, closing his eyes as the hot water relaxed his tense muscles. What the hell was that? And why did it get him so worked up?
She was surrounded by rain, and in the middle of the darkness, fell to her knees crying. She looked up to the sky to find that even though it was raining, the moon's maddening light was so strong, that it shone through the clouds. Looking down at her hands, she saw blood.
…
Rukia still could not find the meaning behind that strange dream. She stood in the kitchen, resting her elbows on the counter as she ate spoonfuls of cereal. Today she awoke earlier than usual, nine in the morning would be considered late for most Shanghai civilians, but for the royal Rukia Ichimaru, it was much too early. But sacrifices needed to be made of course, at the moment she was filming a movie, along with co-star Byakuya Kuchiki, her dear friend Yumichika Ayasegawa, and his sister, Soi Ukitake (AKA Soi Fong, no one knows she is married, except close friends and family).
It was an interesting futuristic movie about a pregnant teen stuck in a space station that was an institute for homeless pregnant teens. She was the main girl in the movie who is asked by another intern, Soi, just what happened to her that led her there. The movie followed Rukia's character as she told her tragic story of a galactic war, famine, slavery, and tragic love. Rukia fell in love with the script as soon as she read it, and was more than willing to do it when she found out her close colleagues would be starring in it as well.
"Preparing for your busy day today, princess?" Asked Gin walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist; she was startled at first, but then relaxed.
"Yes, both the movie shoot and then the fashion show at night," sighed Rukia, allowing herself to lean her head back on his shoulder, "will you be there?"
"I'm sorry, I can't, important meeting with Aizen-sama, but I'll bring you flowers for your wonderful performance when I get back. Ya went to see Dr. Unohana, right?"
"Yes," said Rukia. Gin found out by Yoruichi about Rukia's bleeding problem, and after speaking with Rukia about it, Rukia decided it'd be best not to have sex again until she found out what was wrong.
"What did she say?" Asked Gin embracing her tightly, his breath on her ear.
"She said it was normal; that they're little details that I should not worry about," said Rukia.
"Well, then, will you allow me to congratulate you properly?" he asked suggestively as he sucked on the side of her neck, eliciting a soft moan from his small wife.
"I…I guess, at what time will you be getting home?"
"Eleven or so…I'll give you time to play with your friends the photographer and the model if you'd like…" he traced the outside of her breast with his fingertips.
"Well, I didn't make any plans with them actually," she said biting down a moan as he left a trail of open mouth kisses along her neck while he toyed with her breasts.
"Good then, tonight I have you all to myself," he whispered in her ear.
"I…I have to go now," she said; she tried to pull away, but she was trapped between him and the counter.
"All right, I'll see you later darling," he said, giving her neck a gentle bite, and squeezing her derrière before letting her go.
"What's taking her?" Said Soi exasperated as she, Yumichika, and Byakuya sat in the lounge. Yumichika was looking at himself in a compact mirror, and Byakuya was looking off into space thoughtfully.
"Come on Soi, you know it's just like Rukia to be late, so why sweat it," said Yumichika putting the compact mirror aside.
"Yeah, probably fucking that creepy husband of hers, seriously, those two need to understand there are more important things than their own sexual lives, it's a wonder they get anything done," said Soi infuriated.
"Sorry I'm late," said Rukia suddenly walking inside; this immediately pulled Byakuya out of his daydream, and he stared at her. She was shivering from the cold outside, and seemed out of breath. Immediately Byakuya walked towards her, and pulled her into his arms to warm her.
Soi and Yumichika turned away looking a bit uncomfortable, they knew about their odd relationship, but it was always strange to see the Ice King himself showing any type of emotion at all.
"Better?" He asked cupping her face with his warm, soft, hands. Rukia nodded speechlessly, and he placed a chaste kiss on her nose before kissing her lips in earnest. Rukia always welcomed Byakuya's kisses, he was always so soft and gentle, and this time was no exception, except, this time, their bond seemed different. There was a certain warmth to him that was never there before, she did not feel so much attracted to him, but rather attached to him, almost like a…
"Come on, we need to get into costumes, you're wasting time," said Soi Fong; they all followed after her.
Ichigo was sitting in Urahara's office along with Ikkaku, Chad, Hisagi, Urahara, and a red-haired photographer named Renji. He wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings, his thoughts plagued by a raven-haired menace, flipping through his lyrics notebook without reading them.
"So, you're fine with the photo shoot then?" Urahara asked Ichigo suddenly, interrupting his daydream.
"What? Oh, photo shoot, sure why not," he said trying to hide the fact that he was not paying attention to anything they were saying; he succeeded.
"So, if there are no objections…" said Urahara scribbling something down in the agenda, "well many thanks to you Mr. Abarai for making this possible."
"Eh, no biggy, just be there on time," said Renji as he leaned back on his armchair and lit a thick Cuban cigar.
"All right, now to other businesses, let's see your new song Kurosaki," said Urahara; Ichigo handed the notebook to Urahara who looked through it quickly but thoroughly; then handed it back to Ichigo.
"Excellent, now play it for us."
"Okay, well, here it goes," said Ichigo; he picked up his guitar and placed the notebook on the coffee table. He cleared his throat and then began to play.
"I just saw you, beyond the course of time, a room that we once shared,
but my memory's a haze, forgetting what was said. I gently held out my hand,
and in that perfect moment you disappeared, I lost you over again.
.
He closed his eyes and his hard features softened.
.
"In a shallow sleep I dreamt I was seeing you, just how I remembered…
brimming with tenderness, and somewhere in the calm…
a feeling that nothing had ever changed, your presence close beside me till I wake.
.
"I just saw you, a moment far too brief, before the daylight came,
but my heart is beating fast, perhaps we'll meet again.
.
He remembered her, Rukia, glowing in the moonlight, her face as she looked at the lake, her smile, her radiant eyes.
.
"In a shallow sleep I dreamt I was seeing you, just how I remembered…
brimming with tenderness, and somewhere in the calm…
a feeling that nothing had ever changed, your presence close beside me till I wake.
I'll see you, until I wake, from a shallow sleep.
.
The innocent bashfulness on her face as he advanced her, trembling under his touch.
"An artist without a brush, can't paint a perfect canvas, without you here… there is no color,
a colorless landscape.
.
Her incomparable beauty, her little hand holding his, almost like a child's hand…and her lips, softer than what he already imagined them to be, more tender.
.
"In a shallow sleep I dreamt I was seeing you, just how I remembered,
brimming with tenderness, and somewhere in the calm,
a feeling that nothing had ever changed, your presence close beside me, till I wake.
"I'll see you, shallow sleep."
He stopped singing and opened his eyes; the jaw of every individual in the room was dropped on the floor. Urahara looked at him speechlessly, while Renji seemed to have dropped the cigar on the floor; Renji immediately stood up with a look of excitement on his face.
"Oh man, you gotta sing that song tonight! You have talent kid, lots of it! I mean, there will be big names there, I mean big! Plus the editors of the Rolling Stone will be there, wow I…wow," said Renji not knowing what else to say.
"So I see you like my band Abarai," said Urahara with a knowing smile on his face, "well kids, go get yourselves some lunch, you'll need it."
The four band members walked out of Urahara's office but before they left the buldig, Ichigo stopped in his tracks; the others turned to look at him.
"Wait, just exactly what did I agree to back there?"
"We'll be performing at the fashion show tonight, one of them will be the one you just wrote. That, and Renji is gonna take pictures of us after the show," said Hisagi.
"Heck yeah! We get to see Rukia Ichimaru," said Ikkaku; he was about to perform his victory dance, but Hisagi stopped him.
"What?! I agreed to…that?!"
Rukia and Byakuya were in a dark cave, she was standing leaning against a wall, and he was sitting down on the floor, leaning against another wall, facing her.
"I don't know, I…you see I…" said Byakuya, as Jeremy. He stuttered nervously and pained, he tried to form a coherent sentence but could not; instead he rested his forehead on his hand.
"Jeremy, Jeremy what's wrong?" She asked just barely above a whisper as she kneeled next to him and placed her hand on his forehead.
"Nothing, leave me alone!" He said pushing her away.
"But wh-"
"Stay away from me. Just, just leave okay, get out of here."
"You're not coming with us?"
"I can't."
"Why?" She asked looking at him concerned.
"I will only slow you down, I'm not strong like Alec was, I will…I will only be in the way. Kira, it's my fault Alec died…isn't it?"
"And, cut!" said the director; the main lights of the sound stage were turned on again, and Rukia and Byakuya stood up and walked to the snack area.
"I'm so hungry, all I've had all day is cereal," said Rukia stuffing a rice ball into her mouth unceremoniously; Byakuya watched her amused.
"We should go to my manor after the fashion show, I'll make you dinner," said Byakuya giving her shoulders a much needed massage.
"Sounds wonderful, but I already told Gin I'd be home tonight."
"Well then, let's go to your place and fix dinner there," he said; Rukia turned around and tapped his nose with her finger.
"You just can't wait to get into my pants can you?" Said Rukia looking at him mischievously. But he didn't return the mischievous look she thought he would, and instead, he looked at her a bit confused and concerned.
"For some reason, since seeing you this morning, I cannot stop thinking about you. But not in a desiring manner, I am concerned for you, and…I want to care for you," he said fighting back a blush as he looked to the side.
"Concerned for me?"
"I cannot explain it, it's an odd feeling, quite foreign to me…yet not…" he said looking back at her considering; for a moments their eyes connected, and it was as if both understood.
"All right then, we can have dinner, although I have to tell you…today I'm not feeling up for dessert," she said, stressing emphasis on dessert to give it a different meaning.
"Yes, me neither," he said looking at her; once again that strange understanding seemed to float amongst them.
"Well, we should go change," said Rukia; Byakuya nodded and they both walked away in different directions.
The building was filled with famous faces; Ichigo could not help but feel intimidated as they were being escorted by Yoruichi, who was taking her time introducing them to other celebrities. They finally stopped and sat in the front row of one of the runways, there were two. Yoruichi said the show would be separated into two themes, light and dark, ying and yang, the first show would be light, then the intermission, during which they, and another band, would perform, then dark.
They all settled, and after the introduction from the designers, the show began. All of the designs being modeled were of light colors; the first models walking down the runway looked quite plain.
"And now, presenting summer day, designer Chanel, model the prowling kitten Soi Fong."
The crowd roared when Soi Fong made her entrance, she was wearing a short sundress that left very little to the imagination. Hisagi looked like he was about to have a heart attack.
"Byakuya Kuchiki, modeling Tuscan night, by D&G."
Byakuya walked down the runway wearing a light brown Tuxedo, and a yellow shirt; the gasps and sighs of many women were heard around the large hall.
"Ice Princess Rukia Ichimaru, modeling starry night, by Hermes."
Rukia wore an elegant white gown, it was strapless and showed her back all the way down to the small of her back. She was wearing black and wavy hair extensions that fell down to her waist, giving her even more of a goddess-like appearance. Ichigo was struck, he could not keep his eyes off of her, her milky skin almost melded with the dress, making it look like she was glowing, and floating. As soon as she saw Ichigo, her cold façade warmed, and a blush formed in her cheeks he could tell she was having a difficult time concentrating.
She couldn't do it, she couldn't keep on walking out there with him being there. It was distracting, and dammit why did he have to have such bright orange hair? As if it wasn't enough that the man evoked feelings and desires in her that no one else had, but his hair made him stick out like a sore thumb. Her thoughts were distracted when Yumichika pulled her up and dragged her to one of the wings. It was intermission and the first of the two bands was playing.
"What is it? Can't you see I'm getting my makeup do-"
"Save it for later, you're going last anyway, you have to see this," said Yumichika.
"See what?" they stopped when they reached one of the stage wings; there were many other models standing by the wings observing, it was Ichigo, and he was performing, and the song it was…
"…but my memory's a haze, forgetting what was said. I gently held out my hand, and in that perfect moment, you disappeared, I lost you over again. In a shallow sleep I dreamt I was seeing you, just how I remembered, brimming with tenderness, and somewhere in the calm, a feeling that nothing had ever changed-"
"You know, he wrote it for somebody, he said so himself, 'for his beloved goddess of snow' I wonder who she is…lucky," said Yumichika. Rukia looked shocked, but in a good way; a large smile graced her face.
"I just saw you, a moment far too brief, before the daylight came, but my heart is beating fast…perhaps we'll meet again…"
"Yeah, lucky," said Rukia entranced.
After the show ended, Rukia was dragged somewhere in the building by Yoruichi; Rukia protested but Yoruichi paid no attention to her.
"Where are you-"
"I want you to meet the members of Mesmer, the bald one has been begging me to introduce you. I have another week of training them, and he won't quit bugging me until I introduce you," said Yoruichi; Rukia's eyes immediately widened, and she became very nervous.
"Wait but you can't! I will not allow it! I'm telling Gin!" said Rukia attempting to pull away, but Yoruichi was so much bigger than her, and then…it was too late.
"Gentlemen, I would like you to meet Rukia Ichimaru." Rukia froze, there were three men before her looking at her enchanted, while one looked at her nervously and uncomfortably, Ichigo.
"Umm…hi," said Rukia scratching the back of her neck nervously, and avoiding eye contact with Ichigo.
"Wow, her voice, she's like a beautiful siren," said Ikkaku adoringly; he kneeled in front of her worshipping her; embarrassed, Hisagi forced him to stand up.
"Well, shake their hands at least," said Yoruichi. And Rukia did; she shook Ichigo's last, and froze as their hands were clasped. His skin was so warm, and inviting, and those amber eyes…boring into her very soul…
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Ichimaru-san," said Ichigo with a pink tint on his cheeks as he finally let her go.
"Yes, it is my pleasure too, that was a very beautiful song you wrote Kurosaki-sama…"
"Well, it is for a very beautiful woman…" he said looking down, a bit embarrassed by his own bold words.
"I am sure she is very thankful, and she loves it," said Rukia timidly.
"Well then, I'm glad."
"So that's that then," said Yoruichi interrupting as she observed their odd exchanges of words.
"Yes, I should be leaving now, till next time," said Rukia looking at each of them individually, and wandering longer on Ichigo, then she left. He wanted to run after her, but then it'd be obvious and…oh the hell with it!
"I need to use the restroom," said Ichigo; then he ran after Rukia.
Rukia was leaning against the wall of the grand hall when Ichigo found her. Her eyes were closed, while her fingertips felt the texture of the wallpaper. He walked in front of her, and apparently she didn't notice because her eyes were still closed. He took this opportunity and leaned forward, giving her a chaste but meaningful peck on the lips; she opened here eyes instantly.
"Ichigo," she gasped surprised.
"Umm…hi," said Ichigo scratching the back of his neck nervously. When he kisse her he didn't think he'd be feeling this bashful only seconds later.
"That was a very nice song" she said unable to look into his eyes. The situation had changed very much from two days ago when she was outraged and angry with him for denying her proposal. But now…now she was just happy to see him, she had missed him so much, even though it had only been two days, and their time together only a couple of hours, she felt like it'd been eons since she had last seen him.
"Thank you, well, your modeling was amazing, I mean, I'm a huge fan now," he said stuttering, unsure of what else to say, the speech he had mentally rehearsed to say to her had flown out the window a soon as he saw her leaning on that hallway wall.
"Weren't you one already?"
"I-yes, you're right, well, tonight you were even better," he said still unable to look her in the eyes.
"Well, thank you," she said; she watched him expectantly for a moment, there was a long silence, and she finally decided to speak, "well, I…I should go now, the nights are becoming very cold, goodnight."
She was already walking away when he ran after her again and turned her around to face him. She looked at him a bit confused, and curious.
"Is there something you would like to say to me Ichigo?"
"I-well…yes, I do have something a…a…a question. Would you umm…would you come see a movie with me this weekend?"
"Sure, what did you have in mind?"
"Well, there's this one called Koizora, a Japanese film-"
"I heard of that one, I was going to ask Gin to go with-"
"Well, if you want to go with him instead I understand…"
"No, of course not, it didn't have to be him necessarily, I just wanted company to go watch it, and if you want to take me, then I'd be glad to go with you, it's difficult watching movies with Gin anyway," said Rukia laughing nervously, remembering the numerous times she had gone to the movies with her husband but ended up not even knowing what the movie was about. Gin had the habit of pouncing on her five minutes into the movie and then dragging her out of the theatre to find a more private place.
"All right then, so here's my number, I'll pick you up Saturday around seven," said Ichigo as he handed her a small piece of paper.
"Yes, thank you," she said; they were silent for another long moment, and Ichigo mustered up the courage to stand closer to her.
"Well, until then…" said Ichigo; their faces merely centimeters apart, "take care."
Rukia nodded, and Ichigo leaned towards her to place a small kiss on her lips. Her lips were warm, soft, inviting, and at the moment there was nothing he wanted more than to kiss her senseless, but he had to keep in mind where they were, who she was, and who she belonged to; anyone could walk by at any given second and see them.
Rukia couldn't hide the look of disappointment on her face when he pulled back, and noticing this, Ichigo felt a tug at his heart, she wanted it as much as he did, so should he do it? Rukia saw his inner conflict, he seemed hesitant about something, he seemed to want to lean forward again, but some invisible force seemed to be pulling him back. He was slowly leaning himself forward again, when a deep cold voice interrupted them.
"Rukia," it was Byakuya; he was walking towards them; Rukia immediately stepped away from Ichigo and looked over at Byakuya.
"Going home already?"
"No, we're going over to your house, remember?" Said Byakuya walking over to Rukia and wrapping an arm around her possessively as he glared at Ichigo.
"Byakuya, this is Ichigo Kurosaki, Ichigo, this is Byakuya Kuchiki."
"Hi," said Ichigo offering to shake his hand, but when Byakuya didn't shake it, Ichigo fought back the urge to punch him in the face for being so rude and narcissistic.
"We should go, come Rukia," said Byakuya. Rukia felt very embarrassed, how could Byakuya be so discourteous? And after what he said, Ichigo surely knew that Byakuya was one of her official lovers, and probably thought that they would be participating in some rather intimate activities while at her apartment. Even though she was not officially tied to Ichigo, she felt like she was betraying him, hurting him. She looked up to see Ichigo's face, fearfully, but was surprised to see him smiling at her warmly rather than angry.
"Goodnight Rukia," he said.
"Good night, Ichigo," she said still pleasantly surprised; then she and Byakuya left.
"Yeah that was funny, and did you see Yumichika trip on the runway?! That was hilarious!" Said Rukia laughing. She and Byakuya had just finished having dinner, and were drinking a bit too much wine.
"Yes, and I warned him, a man has no feet to be wearing women's shoes, but…he refused to listen," said Byakuya leaning back on the chair, he was a bit drunk himself. Suddenly he was eyeing her like a very expensive and delicious piece of Godiva chocolate.
He stood up from his chair and came up behind her, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck, and wrapping his arms around her.
"I thought we agreed there would be no dessert," said Rukia a bit uncomfortably.
"I changed my mind," said Byakuya nibbling on her earlobe; after some persuasion, Rukia gave in, and allowed him to carry her into the living room. Where they immediately stripped of their clothing and continued to devour each other n the floor.
"You're so soft, even more than I remembered," said Byakuya against the skin of her stomach, his lips exploring the entire length of her body as his hands followed the same path.
Rukia tried to put up a fight, she really did, but this just felt so much different than being with Gin. While Gin was rough and demanding, Byakuya was soft and tender, his lips tracing her skin as light as a feather, and his hands just barely ghosting over her modest curves, they were the exact opposite, and she wanted to feel their differences.
He explored her thoroughly, bringing her over the edge, and she clawed at his back desperately, pressing his face closer against her as his tongue massaged along her swollen folds. This was pure bliss, she had surely had this done to her before, but for some reason, this time, it felt so much more real, and Gin had not done this for her the last time they were together.
"Byakuya…" she gasped as his lips pressed against her more insistently; she could feel her body shaking, and she knew she would lose herself soon, "please!" she begged, though she was not sure for what.
He lifted his face from her femininity, and looked at her through hooded eyes, then his face hovered over hers, and he placed a lingering kiss on her lips. Once he finished kissing her, he positioned himself between her legs, never looking away from her face, and as he slipped inside of her, he outlined her cheekbones with his fingertips. Rukia gasped, even though Byakuya was being very gentle, it still stung a bit from last time. Byakuya noticed this, and kissed her necks softly to soothe her.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, don't stop," she said; her voice sounded confident, but she shut her eyes.
The pain quickly subsided, and she began to enjoy his tender thrusts. Before she knew it, she was rolling her hips to meet his thrusts, and her legs were wrapping around his waist while she arched her back, all to further impale herself to him. Their bodies started shaking, already covered in perspiration, he spilled his seed inside of her, and her voice echoed in the air when they came together, but it scared her that instead of saying his name, she said something else…
"Nii-sama!"
Byakuya's eyes widened instantly, but he did not separate himself from her, they were both just barely coming down from their high, and his body refused to separate from her warmth. A couple of seconds later, he pulled out of her and lied down next to her; they both stared at the ceiling confused and thoroughly surprised.
"That was…"
"Weird," said Rukia finishing his sentence for him.
"Why did call me that?"
"I don't know," she said; then she rolled over on her side to look at him, "are you mad at me?"
"No," he said; he embraced her, "but this does explain many things and…I do not think I can do this anymore."
"What?" asked Rukia looking up at him confused.
"It just…it does not feel…correct Rukia; I know it feels strange for you too, that much is obvious."
"Of course it didn't, I mean, I liked it and all, didn't you?"
"Well, yes, it was great, but…morally…do you understand what I mean?" Asked Byakuya looking at her sincerely.
"Yes, I understand, and I'm glad you understand too."
"Well, I should go," said Byakuya standing up, but Rukia pulled him back down.
"Wait, it's cold, just stay with me a while, just this one last time," said Rukia. Byakuya nodded and put his boxers and white beater back on, while Rukia put on the black slip she had been wearing under her dress. Now partially clothed, they lied next to each other and fell asleep.
Gin walked inside his apartment humming; he had a bouquet of stargazer lilies on his hand. He walked into the living room, and as soon as he saw Rukia and Byakuya sleeping together on the floor, he grimaced, dropping the lilies to the floor. It took him a moment to regain his composure. He then picked up Rukia and carried her into the bedroom.
He placed her on the bed, and surveyed her petite body as he undressed himself, she was clad in her dress slip, her assets could be seen through the sheer material. Suddenly, he was overcome by anger, and…jealousy? His ruby eyes opened, he couldn't possibly be jealous, the brat was merely his entertainment…his property. Yes, and like any other animalistic being, he needed to protect his property, that must have been it, that was what his anger stemmed from, she was his property, and unless Aizen said otherwise….he needed to mark his property, claim it, and keep it from being invaded by others.
Now more at ease with the reasons behind his anger, he proceeded to enjoy his property, he would mark her, so that all others knew that she was his. After tonight, there would be no doubt that she belonged to Gin Ichimaru. Rukia awoke to the feeling of cold hands running themselves over her body, her hips, her breasts. She opened her eyes and saw Gin on top of her, straddling her. His lips were insistent on her neck, sucking, biting, very violently, so much that it was painful. He groped her hard, mercilessly. He ripped off her dress slip, and explored her body with his long cold hands momentarily, before roughly stabbing himself into her. Rukia clutched the bed sheets hard, for some reason, he was bigger than the last time they did this, but, was it possible for a man to adjust his size as he saw fit?
"Gin, that hurts," she said, just above a whisper. He ignored her and continued until he tired himself out and spilled inside of her; by the time he was finished Rukia was on the verge of tears; she looked at him dismayed.
"Why did you do that?" She asked finally shedding her tears; feeling mesmerized by the drops on her cheeks, he opened his ruby eyes to look into hers, and for the first time since she could remember, she saw genuine emmotion in them, though it was difficult to discern what that emotion was.
"Because…I was marking you, Rukia dearest. I don't want you seeing Kuchiki, Abarai, or anyone else anymore," he said with utmost seriousness, something rarely ever seen in Gin.
"But I thought you said-"
"I did, but now I've changed my mind. I don't want an open marriage anymore, you belong to me Rukia, you are mine, and mine only," said Gin, and with that, planted a powerful and rough kiss on her, devouring her lips.
