Long time, no update! Here's an update sorry it took forever.

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Chapter Four:

My Rage, My Weakness

I bit my lip as I stared straight ahead. It wasn't difficult, but the tension in this car made me nervous.

To my left was my husband-to-be, Mr. Byakuya, also Mr. Ice. To my right was Lord Kuchiki, a.k.a. (to me anyways) Old Man Kuchiki.

My hair was pulled back into a ponytail and was tied with a ribbon. I was wearing a navy blue blazer, red tie, white dress shirt, brown pleated skirt, and the knee-high socks as required by the academy.

I sat up straighter than straight, and kept my gaze focused straight ahead, gripping firmly onto the strap of my bag, which was in my lap. I could feel Byakuya's gaze shirt from the window to me, and I sat up even straighter.

I had never felt such tension before in my life.

The driver called from the front.

"My Lords and Lady, we have arrived."

Suddenly, I wondered if that car ride was really the most nerve-wracking thing I had ever felt.

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The bored down on him, and it felt especially hot seeing as he was dressed in his new school uniform.

Kouru ran his hand through his bang that his mother so often complained about. Today would be a long day for sure.

Just as he was storing his belongings in a locker, he noticed a shiny, dark car pull up. No doubt the Kuchikis'.

Byakuya stepped out first, followed by the girl he had met yesterday, Miss Hisana.

Her face was in a pout, her small frame rigid, and her eyebrows were pulling together and she reluctantly shuffled after Byakuya, looking like a cat being led to its bath.

He chuckled a little under his breath, then pulled his schedule out of his pocket and walked in the opposite direction.

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Damn him, damn him, damn him.

He drives me insane. That damn Byakuya Kuchiki. Playing the cool guy act, but who knew he was so insufferable!

I'm sure of all those princesses giving me the evil eye and drooling all over him wouldn't think twice about it if they knew what a problem he was.

"Lord Byakuya!"

Someone dashed by me, just as I was thinking, 'Lord?' and grabbed him around the waist.

"Byakuyaaa…"

His expression was unchanging. "Riko."

"Let's go to class, Byakuya!"

As she turned around, I got a full view of her. Dark brown eyes, flowing, ink-black hair, and bright pink lips. She looked like a doll.

She also threw me a stunning glare.

Now, I may not be so great when dealing with men, but dealing with pampered little princesses like her was exactly what I did best.

As she walked away with Byakuya, I proceeded to my locker, hands shaking with not very well controlled rage, and slammed the door. A few people looked my way, but looked quickly away again once they saw my face.

I was not going to have to deal with girls like her all day because I was marrying the WORST man on the PLANET!

I will do something. If my husband-to-be doesn't like it, he can just shove it up his butt.

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Kouru did not fail to notice this scene. He covered his mouth with his hand as he smiled. What a girl she was, indeed.

As she was fuming on her way to first period, he tapped her on the shoulder. She whipped around, and her expression of irritation was replaced by surprise.

"Hello Miss Hisana."

She blinked a few times. "Oh…hello. Kouru, was it?"

"Yes, it is."

Kouru got straight to the point about a question that had been nagging him.

"Are you in love with my cousin?"

She froze, her moth opening and closing like a goldfish before she gritted her teeth and spoke through them.

"Absolutely. Not."

Kouru could not explain his feeling of relief at her response.

He held up his hands. "Forgive me, I was just curious, since the two of you are to marry…"

She frowned. "Oh. That."

"Anyways, what is your first class?"

She glanced at the sheet of paper in her hands. "Art class, in room 16B."

He smiled a little. "Me as well."

She smiled a little. "Really?"

"Yes, would you like to go together?"

"Sure."

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Well. So this Kouru guy…isn't half bad, I guess. When you give him a chance.

All the same, after art class and we went out separate ways, I began to think. And think. Especially about his straightforward question that I had so vehemently said no to.

I was lost in my thoughts until the bell sounded to leave. I was gathering up my things when a small girl with glasses approached me. Se was even shorter than me, and looked scared out of her wits.

"E-excuse me…are you Hisana?"

I stood up, a puzzled look on my face.

"Yeah, I am."

"Can you come with me? Th-there's something I need to sh-show you."

Curious now, I nodded. "Sure."

I followed her out of the classroom, into a deserted hallway.

Then she suddenly stopped. "Sh-she's here."

A group of girls stepped out from around the corner.

"Good, good. Now get lost, little mouse."

The small girl ran away, crying. I turned to face my opponents, glaring.

"What do you want?"

Their smiles widened.

"Follow us."

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They had led me to a balcony, overlooking the campus. The balcony was massive and made of white stone. It reminded me of something from an ancient city.

They all encircled me, blocking my exit.

Man, if this wasn't cliché, I didn't know what was.

"So, you're Byakuya Kuchiki's new wife. Uglier than I imagined." The one in the middle, clearly the leader, grinned after saying this.

"So, you're the bitch queen. Prissier than I imagined."

This wiped the smile off her face.

"You don't deserve him."

"Let him figure out whatever he wants himself. His problems are not my problems."

She glared hatefully at me. One kicked my knees out from under me, causing me to fall face first on the balcony. I tasted blood, and could barely hear their laughter due to the pounding in my ears.

I stood up, spat out mouthful of blood, and glared at them.

"C'mon, who's next?"

They all came at me then. I was a pretty good fighter, but there were at least 20 girls hear, armed with their long, manicured fingernails and perfectly white teeth.

When they backed up, I felt like I was a mess. School uniform askew, hair down, several scratches on my face and hands.

They all looked a little messy too.

"You stupid street girl, so violent!" One shrieked.

I continued to scowl. Now they were trying to hurt me verbally. Too bad for them, that was gonna take a lot.

"Master Byakuya must have felt pity for you, look how filthy you are! You're family must have been the same. Violent, filthy, worthless, and unloved! Just like you'll always be!"

There was only one word in that sentence that bothered me. Unloved. It made my thoughts unwillingly wander to my younger sister. Maybe dead, ill, abused, living a horrible life…

I clenched my jaw and swallowed hard to keep the despair from rising. It wouldn't do me any good to break down now. There was no way in hell I was going to cry in front of these girls. That would just make them feel satisfied.

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Byakuya sat idly in class, watching as the teacher took roll.

"Hisana?" She called, glancing around the room. She frowned when she heard no reply.

"Hisana? Miss Hisana?"

No reply.

The teacher shrugged and resumed taking roll, making a mark on her clipboard.

Byakuya inwardly frowned. His fiancé had not showed up. Had she ditched? How was it his problem, anyway?

Because it would make him look bad. That's why. She would tarnish the Kuchiki name.

He raised his hand. Surprised, she looked his way. "Yes, Mr. Kuchiki?"

"I need to use the restroom."

With that he left class.

The teacher blinked, then resumed calling roll.

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At this point, I would be in trouble.

One stood over me, holding a pair of scissors. They gleamed in the sun. I wiped the blood off my lip, still struggling to keep the despair at bay.

These girls could probably get away with murdering someone like me. Murder, or whatever they were planning. It wasn't going to end well for me.

And it's that stupid heartless man's entire fault. All his fault. Everything.

Somehow, though, I didn't have room for anger at someone else right now. I was too disgusted at myself for multiple reasons.

Then, something happened that I never would have expected.

The door to the balcony opened, and there he was: the man who I believed was the center of all of my problems.

The girls scattered immediately, but I didn't move an inch. I stayed slumped over where I was.

"Go away." I muttered.

He narrowed his eyes very slightly. Ignoring he, he knelt down, a foot away from me.

"Are you alright?" He asked me this in his usual cool and detached tone of voice, but that made me lose control of my despair.

I turned away a little and let me hair hide my face as I cried. I didn't cry often. I truly hated feeling weak, especially in front of the man who I believed was the cause of all my problems. Thinking about Rukia always did this to me, so I tried not to think about her often.

He exhaled, then grabbed my wrist.

"Let go." I mumbled, tugging weakly. He was much stronger than me, I knew that.

"No." He said firmly.

So I gave up and let myself me dragged away.

'I am so weak,' I thought to myself.

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I feel like that didn't make sense…well, let me know what you all think.