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I got this chapter up and tried to make it longer then usual to make up for lost time, exams just started now so I've been busy studying XD
Ichiruki fan lover 3- XD I plan on making it a bonding sequence, not together any time REALLY soon. Though I already have an idea for when he finds out she's a girl and even after that it'll take some time XD but don't worry. It'll still have ichiruki in it cuz I can't live without it 3 XD
Cambria-Aire- Lol thanks, I don't know, I would like to think that Ichigo is that kind of prince that at least respects ONE THING that someone wants. In this caseits Rukia and her hoodie but that doesnt mean he wont hate it and try to see anyways sometimes
Ashezo- =u= I'm glad you looked so forward to a new chapter! XD Oh yeah he's gunna be shocked over his own stupidity for not realizing it. lawl I'm sorry the update didnt come so quickly but here it is!
Ichirukitard- Thats Rukia for you, and yes he very much deserved that hit in his gut because girls are not supposed to be carried around like that :U Rukia livedin the streets so long with rapists and drug dealers. She has to be smart LOL !
Star133- Here it is!
OkinawaLover- Soon I hope to make it interesting for you haha! My writing? its kind of similar to a book I'm in LOVE with right now, but of course entirely different cuz this book is in world war 2 and the narrarator is death XD
ANYWAYS THANKS GUYS I LOVE YOU FOR REVIEWING 3
Personal Note:
Beware of smart and lovable people.
It makes things hard to let go when the time comes.
Rukia's small feet at finally reached the floor once again. Relief flooded through her, the ride had made her weary of what was to come, and the fact that her stomach felt like it would flip at any movement she made, did not help. Still it was nice, getting out of the awkward silence that had drifted between the prince and her.
His hand was still gripped her shoulder when she got off to make sure she didn't make a run for it. That would be useless anyways, he would chase her, and prince Ichigo Kurosaki would probably hurl her over his shoulder before marching back into his manor.
Rukia just refused to look at it until she got inside and had nothing else to look at. His hand tugged her in front him him and began walking. She complied, not much other to do, yes? Although she did wish there was a way she could just find the food she needed and magically pop out of the manor running as if a grizzly bear was chasing her...
... Maybe they would be similiar if that bear had the bright orange hair Kurosaki had.
Suddenly she feels him gripping her shoulder even harder then he was a second ago, she flinched but went back to her relaxed and defeated posture, maybe he knew what she was thinking. Though that was impossible, so Rukia chucked the idea out of her head and hoped that he wouldn't break her shoulder bone.
Her sight was being narrowed to a path of gravel before steps appeared. She stood in front of where the royal family lived, you would think she felt special, but Rukia never really cared about the wars and kings around. They didn't do a thing to help their own country except try to steal more land and cause wars over their own greedy affairs. Although, since Rukia lived in a decaying town by now, it was obvious, they had to worry more about things such as food and water.
She glanced downwards and saw his feet beside hers before rising her eye brows. He had been wearing sandles? She hadn't really taken the time to think of it, but don't prince's wear armor? Especially since this man was like a knight. Or so she thought, but from what she could see, he had been wearing sandles and no armor, at all.
The door opened and Rukia tensed as she felt herself dragged inside the manor. She tilted her head upwards and glances at the surroundings ignoring the prince. As she expected to see, there were ordaments surrounding the walls, that were surprisingly smoothlooking and clean, in fact everything in the room had been put neatly,and not a spec on the rug covered floor.
It made her feel as if she was standing in a well of money, and it was not enjoyable, she had lived so long on the streets and to suddenly see how... how, easy people lived, it made her want to just grab all she could and sprint out the window.
Still Ichigo's grip on her was not going to let off anytime soon, so her thought was thrown into another part of her mind as she glances downwards to the black and white rug. She had to find a way out- a safe one, where she could grab the food needed to survive and make it back home with her boys and Renji.
Though admittedly, what was she here for? Ichigo Kurosaki may have seemed like an irritated man but not enough to beat up a slave- she hoped, and the manor seemed so clean that she found it hard to believe that there were no maids or slaves other then her.
So then, what exactly was she here for?
The sound of hurried steps were heard from the room above her abruptly began, she only knew of the prince that defended their area, and the King of course. Though Rukia's shock was evident to Ichigo when she laid eyes on two girls that seemed similar but opposite to each other at the same time.
They were maybe 3 years younger then her from looks, one of them with raven hair was the first to take a step towards her when they saw. She seemed bored but pleased in a way, maybe relieved, while the other stood quietly and shyly with bright sandy-like hair. They both stood the same as her, observing each other.
Rukia blinks bringing herself out of her stupor before bringing on a small smile at them. She bowed respectfully and briskly stood up straight once more looking at their feet. "They..." Ichigo probably pointed at them but Rukia was too busy staring at their small feet,"... Are my little sisters, they will be your masters for now, you have to take care of them servant," Rukia doesn't reply but slowly nods her head.
So she had to take care of two girls, huh?
Maybe it wouldn't be so hard except for the one fact that Ichigo was going to make her pay for her hit on his gut.
Oh, no
He would not let that go
Note to self:
Make him do everything for you.
Everything.
Ichigo felt accomplished.
Through all the anger he had changed his sister, made her do more things that were probably unhealthy for her. Staying up all night cleaning was something he didnt want his sister, Yuzu, to do, or get used to. Though his dark little scowling sister had been taking it rather well, he could tell that she had been worried for Yuzu and him aswell.
Now that he slave boy was here though, they could all relax, even a bit. His anger wasn't gone yet, but he would surely take it out on his father when he came home instead of worrying his sisters. He glanced over to the small boy beside him who was frozen as a statue from shock. His lips formed into a curious frown.
"Yo."
The words spoken from Karin had brought them out of their thoughts. Yuzu's face had lit up in joy and rushed over to Ichigo hugging him tightly. "Ichi-nii!" she cried hugging him happy he was home, Karin nodded and smiled lightly before glancing over to the small boy. "So who may you be?" Karin walked up to him with a raised eyebrow when the boy tensed up opening his mouth before closing it unsure on what to do.
He turned his head around towards them, knowing from sound, as if looking at all of them in a way to say 'sorry'. Now what was left to figure out was, what exactly was he sorry for? Karin patted him in the head looking closer suspiciously. He turned away from her from her lowering his head in apology once more.
"... So you're a mute..." Karin says still looking at him oddly as if trying to figure something out. Ichigo didn't think much of it though, the boy was mysterious, that was for sure. He had not shown his face yet nor did they know his name- not that they needed to anyways. Yuzu suddenly let go of Ichigo and walked to the mute boy as well.
She smiled at him, "so... Can you write? Is there any way you could tell us your name?"
Ichigo shrugged at his sisters questioned, just because they didn't have toknow didn't mean his sisters didn't
Though in that slaves mind was just one answer
No.
Once again, that would give her away.
... Unless...
Personal Note:
It's quite hard to communicate without words
But somehow the message is always delivered.
Rukia doesn't move from her spot as she wonders to herself. She couldn't really write much, though thanks to her brother and sister she learned basics like pronounciation and things like as simple as 'Hi'. Although, if they wanted her name, writing wasn't a problem- she would hope, the real problem here was that 'Rukia' was not a boy name.
Then again strawberry wasn't really a guy name either.
Mentally shaking the thought away, she turned back to them nodding. One name. They would become to suspicious of her if she kept her name away. She was already hiding her face and voice anyways, though, thankfully they thought she was mute. Rukia had to admit though, she is shocked by the kindness they have shown her as of far.
At first she had, truthfully, expected Kurosaki to knock her down and beat her senseless, causing her nerves to be a wreck and have fear crawl up her throat. Though he had only grabbed her and though she had been knocked out, it was swift. His sisters had not shown any annoyance towards her, though the one called 'Karin' had been eyeing her strangely.
But Rukia was sure she couldn't tell she was female.
... For the most part.
Abtrubtly a piece of paper was forced on her face. Rukia's eyes widened in shock because all she could see was white, clean paper. Did they really want her name that much? It wouldn't even be her real name!
In her state of confusion Rukia could only think of one name as Yuzu stared at her expectantly handing the pencil and paper towards her. It was silent in the room again before Rukia slowly lifts up her hand and grabs hold of the paper and pencil.
She sat down and stared at it for a moment blinking before lettinga small reminiscent smile come onto her features as she put down the name of a man she looked up to. A man that she hoped was still alive and well.
Byakuya.
With that written she turned the paper and awaited their answer unsure on wether they'd believe her or not. Swiftly, Yuzu appeared in front of her with a caring smile on her face. Rukia raised an eyebrow at her happy expression and turned her head to face away from the bright sister a bit afraid on what she planned to do. Ichigo scoffed before walking up to her with a unamused face. This only served to fuel Rukia's confusion even more then it already was.
"You can't be serious on your name, that guy is an enemy knight for God sakes." Ichigo mutters loud enough for her to hear. Rukia blinks, Knight? Thats impossible, her brother was taken under a noble with many other slaves just like him, the possibilities of him escaping were rather low. To become a knight, made the chances even lower, but she couldn't stop the bit of hope that entered her heart.
Rukia faced him, turning her whole body to be directing at him before putting on a frown. She pointed at herself before grabbing the paper and pointing at it as she clenched her jaw. Anyone would be angry if someone thought that their name wasn't their real name. Even though it wasn't, they didn't know that and if there was anyone she would like to be named after it was only her honorable brother. Byakuya! He was a teenager that took care of a small girl and a sick sister, and he did pretty damned well against the odds too!
Ichigo sighed walking up to her glaring at her slightly before lower his head to her level. "Fine, its your name, I believe you. Now get me some tea and make dinner for my sister to relax. Remember don't make a mess." he commanded her causing Rukia to glare at him angrily. Even though he couldn't see her violet eyes she was sure he could feel the glare past the cloth. Rukia didn't like being commanded at any times... but this are special times. So speedily she turned away from him to look at his sisters as she grabbed the pen and scribbled on the paper, with how she assumed would be how to spell 'Kitchen'. After she finished writing it she flipped it over to his sisters.
Yuzu still smiled comfortingly while Karin had gotten bored of this already, "... Alrighty something easy for you Byaku, make me and my sister rice, make sure to have some bread in the side at least." She pointed towards a opening to another room before lazily turning to go back to wherever she came from. Rukia bit her tongue and said nothing in reply but nod in obedience. This was a perfect chance to know where the food was exactly.
After she had taken the delicacies she would find a way out a window if she could. The best timing would probably be if Kurosaki was distracted, she was sure she could outrun her other 'Masters'. Suddenly she heard a sigh from the side and saw Yuzu looking at where her sister had left. Rukia's heart slightly clenched feeling a bit of pity, she was an emotional girl, she could tell by how she greeted her brother, on how she stared at her sister hoping she wouldn't take too much advantage of the situation, and lastly the kind smile that she had given Rukia, one that reminded Rukia of Hisana when she was still smiling and mischie-
-Stop.
Rukia gulped feeling her throat tighten, a warning, if she continued to think of her sister she would cry. Sobbing out loud to people she didn't know would just make things worse then they are. Thinking of her long lost sibling would not only hurt her, it would hurt them as well, because somehow they could always tell she was upset no matter where. Softening her eyes at Yuzu she realized that she may the only one in the family that may be similar to her back when Byakuya was there to feed them. Yet she handled things differently.
Yuzu grabbed her hand and led her to the kitchen quietly, but with a smile that made the atmosphere comfortable in a way. This only made Rukia more upset though, this girl was someone kind and caring, so happy and carefree. She gulped again and waited for her to show her where the rice and bread had been hidden. Rukia couldn't help but tilt her cowl up slightly and take a glance at the younger girl. Sadly she could really see a resemblance to her and Kurosaki Ichigo.
... Ichigo, a prince that was almost always at war. Rukia grit her teeth ignoring the similar pain she had to experience just as this girl is experiencing right now. Sure, her parents died, but that was before she could remember or know them, a longing to have at least seen them has been there the whole time but its not as strong as the urge to see her brother and her sister still smiling and happy.
"... Byakuya?"
Rukia's eyes snap back into reality, had she been thinking so much she didn't hear Yuzu? She mentally sighed, if she was to pull of being a slave she had to pay more attention instead of sympathizing with Yuzu. She had to find a way out and know each and every corner of this manor, especially where the food was left. Rukia nodded at the girl making her tilt her head and blink, "well... here's the rice and the bread is somewhere in it too!" Rukia's mind shut off and she stayed motionless seeing the food that was already in vision.
No, even if she hadn't eaten in a day or two she could not give in. She had to serve the damned Kurosaki Ichigo some tea and make dinner for his sisters just because he was lazy.
Rukia's eyes narrowed.
I would've been happily living off the skills my brother gave me if it wasn't for him.
Even though her thoughts were focusing on that Rukia shook her head ridding herself of her need to eat and grabs the food making sure not the forget the area for future purposes. Grabbing the rice that had been in a bowl and some bread in a big wooden plate she began to try to cook. Even with the skills of the runaway, that didn't mean Rukia could cook and she never will unless someone teaches her. Ignoring the need to sigh she bites her lip harder then she had done before. Slowly ducking down her head to stare at the rice she was unsure on how to start.
"... Need help?"
Rukia snapped her head up in surprise of her voice. She couldn't let this girl help, it would mean that she trusted her to teach her. Or at least enough to teach her how to cook, even so it wasn't fair if she was a servant. She might as well try to do something tiny by herself just for the sake of this girl.
Because... Because Rukia was almost sure that could feel Hisana's hand on her shoulder when she turned to face Yuzu.
Note to self:
Slaves were mistreated by owners but not all of them were.
In my case... I am unlucky, because I want no part in this kindness.
WAAAH FINALLLYYYYY I wrote down the chapter! Sheeshy sheesh my lazy self! So sorry about the long wait again.
Anyways I WOULD like to see what you guys think about this... hehe... Sorry its not that much longer then usual ._. I must be KILLING you guys but its needed! D8