A/N: Do you want the HitsuMatsu story all posted at the same time (all four chapters?) or do you want half of it, then the other? Or is that just a stupid question where you're going "Um, all of it. Duuuuuuh!" Lol. Eh, enjoy Rukia and Hanataro's story, yes? Please read and review!!

-Rachel Noelle


Hanataro was so nervous he thought he might shake himself to death. He wondered if there'd ever been any incident of death from nerves on record in the fourth division. He made a mental note to ask Unohana if he survived.

It wasn't so much that the situation was nerve wracking, even if being in a city deemed "Sin City" terrified him. It was the fact that when the larger group split up he'd been assigned to go with Rukia, and, well, the idea of that sent a pleasurable shiver of nerves down his spine. She stood about his height (which was next to impossible to find in a girl) and he'd as good as fallen in love with her when he spent those days cleaning her cell. For someone of a noble status, she was quite kind as well as beautiful.

Rukia may have been able to hold her own with sake, especially when you took into consideration her size and the amount of sake she could drink, but she was still a lightweight. Hanataro really had never been given the chance to drink any, much less learn his limits. But, when you mixed seven different types of common American liquors with two alcohol-weak shinigami, you ended up with a beyond wasted Rukia and Hanataro.

Currently, they were in a club learning to dance 'properly.' A woman about twenty-three or so approached them, looking to Hanataro lecherously. For some reason Rukia couldn't name, she was unhappy with the approaching woman.

"Hi there," the woman greeted Hanataro, feigning shyness. "I'm Raegan."

Hanataro took a few moments to realize what the woman was saying, his English being much worse than Ichigo or the others, who'd had the study in school or were naturally gifted (like Hitsugaya. Sometimes Hanataro envied him, as he was barely older than himself). "Ano, my name is Hanataro," he finally managed. He looked a bit worried.

"Ha-na-ta-ro?" the woman queried. Hanataro nodded. Rukia, watching the exchange unhappily, interrupted them in their native tongue to tell Hanataro she was going for another drink.

Raegan looked like she might back off after Rukia's display, but obviously decided against it as she engaged Hanataro in light conversation and pulled him, quite reluctant, back onto the dance floor.

Rukia found herself a drink and then wandered to the restroom. After having a pee, she stood in front of the mirror, trying not to cry. She was glaring at herself. Hanataro wasn't her property, nor even close to a boyfriend. Why was she crying like this? Women of her stature did not cry. She was nobility, dammit.

Deciding she could use some fresh air, she stepped out a back door of the club. Wiping the unshed tears from her eyes, and the few she couldn't hold back from her cheeks, she nearly ran head-first into two other women, both looking just barely old enough to be in that kind of club anyway. She muttered an apology as she took a step back.

"Hey, I recognize you," the first said. "You're the one Raegan's trying to steal the boyfriend of. She's a real bitch, you know?" she turned to her friend, sharing a sympathetic look.

"She really is," the second commented, a look of disgust crossing her face. "She's only using the cute boy. One of these days it'll be the other way around. I hope I'm around to see that."

"Agreed. She deserves it. Say," the first turned to Rukia, "I'm Brianna, what's your name?"

"I'm Rukia," she managed, looking unsure of the situation. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm Kaylee. You know, if I were you, I'd go claim what's yours before she gets too far."

"But, he's not really mine," at least Rukia's English wasn't as bad off as Hanataro's.

"He's been drooling over you all night, any idiot can see that," said Brianna, giggling. "I wish Jonathan would look at me like that."

"You just wish he'd ask you home and dump that whore he's with," Kaylee teased her friend.

"Well, yeah. But I'd still like to have a guy drooling over me like that."

"Have you seen Caleb? Honestly, you must be blind. And he's gorgeous. I'd totally go for him," Kaylee seemed to be on a roll tonight. "But, Rukia, you really should go in there. We'd love to see someone show Raegan who's boss. The whore needs to be brought down."

A few more encouraging words from her newfound friends later, Rukia found herself marching in the door to the club and looking furiously for Hanataro, her friends following a few steps behind cheering her on. She wondered just why she was doing this anyway, but she'd made up her mind. And she did not pass up a chance to prove herself.

When she found the object of her affections dancing with the girl named Raegan, which she agreed with the others about, even if she didn't fully understand their slang terms, she approached, letting her reiatsu flare slightly. Just because these fools didn't know what it was didn't mean they didn't recognize the palpable murderous intent coming from Rukia.

Hanataro noticed Rukia's approach and immediately stopped his dancing, not unwillingly, either. He dropped into a low bow, shaking lightly from nerves. "Rukia-san," he greeted.

Half of Rukia's mind wondered why the hell she was doing this, while the other half that was drowned in alcohol cheered her on. She took the last few strides to Hanataro, quite easily as the crowd literally split when they felt her approach and were watching curiously, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. In a matter of milliseconds she pressed her lips harshly to his, forcing him into a searing kiss hot enough to make him pass out from excitement.

"You are mine, and if you say otherwise I will kill you," she threatened as her lips left his. He gasped for a quick intake of oxygen.

Hanataro thought the threat was a bit… unorthodox, but something about the tone of her voice made him weak in the knees. The lust and desire heavily laced into the threat to harm anyone standing in the way of her and her prize really set him on edge. In a good way.

Though he was barely larger, and weaker in the fighting sense, he picked Rukia up as she wrapped her legs around his middle and forced their way through the crowd, ignoring the cheers and jeers from those around. Poor Raegan was left in a cloud of despair. Before she could do anything to rectify the injustice of the situation thrown to her, Hanataro was out the door and back in the motel room with Rukia. He took a few moments to rub a hand lightly over the love marks on his neck and chest after he set her down on one of the beds in the room.

"Sit," Rukia demanded, standing and forcing Hanataro onto the bed himself. "Remove them." This time she pointed to Hanataro's clothes, and he grew panicked.

"But, Ru-Ruki-Rukia-san, shouldn't we, since you-you're a- a- noble and all- shouldn't we… be married first? What wil- will- what will Kuchiki t-tai-taicho have to say about this?" Hanataro managed to stammer.

Rukia just looked confused. "I want you, and I want you now," her eyes shown with a fire Hanataro had never seen before in anyone. When he refused to relent, she set to pouting. It worked for everyone else.

"Rukia-san, won't it cause trouble… if we… do that?" Hanataro blushed as he spoke. Amazingly, one inebriated mind was able to reason, however flawed that reasoning was, with the other.

"Ugh, fine. Let's go." Rukia stood and dragged Hanataro by the hand to the chapel in the motel. They may have chosen a not-so-excellent-choice-for-sleeping accommodation, but the chapel offered such a variety of rings and wedding themes that Rukia and Hanataro had nearly sobered up before they decided on one. To prevent that from happening, not altogether unknowingly, those organizing the weddings kept them refilled with champagne and wine.

They finally picked the Alice in Wonderland theme (Rukia squealed in delight over the rabbit). Minutes later they found themselves dressed as Alice and the White Rabbit. Even if the bunny ears made him look funny, Hanataro would do anything in his current state for his love. After the "Kiss the Bride" command was given, Rukia once again forced Hanataro into a searing kiss. He at least expected it this time.

They barely made it back to their room before she had him completely undressed, minus the bunny ears and tied on tail. "Mmm, I like it," Rukia told him, staring at his naked form and noticing just how big he was. She'd accidentally walked in on Ichigo and Renji a time or two, and none of her diluted memories of those incidences compared with her fascination with Hanataro. She shoved him again to lie on the bed and sank immediately to pleasure him. The sensation being entirely new, feeling her mouth and warm, small hands wrapped around him, he moaned in delight several times. She gently teased him with her teeth and nails, fondling him as well.

His hands instinctively found her head, trying to force more contact between them. "Ru… ki… a…" he moaned out as she brought him to climax. She took in as much as she could, forcing herself not to gag and return it. Having never done that before, she wasn't exactly sure what to expect. She recovered quickly, hoping Hanataro wouldn't be overly upset that she simply couldn't take it all in.

She crawled up the bed, straddling Hanataro around his lower abdomen. She kissed him several more times before settling her head for her mouth to rest near his ear. "My turn," she whispered, sending another shiver down his spine. Rukia lay on her back, tugging at Hanataro's hand. He took the hint and propped himself above her. He shook slightly with nerves, the alcohol not having worn that aspect down enough yet.

Rukia sensed that she would have to show him what to do, not that she had too much experience in that aspect. She and Renji had fooled around some when they were younger, though, and she knew some about what felt good. "Hana-kun, try this," she placed one of his hands on a breast, knowing he could feel her hardened nipples beneath his fingers. "Rub it a little, don't be scared. Unless you bite me it's not going to hurt." She smiled as her eyes caught Hanataro's, both sets blazing with unfulfilled desire, love, and lust.

Hanataro let his body relax and began rubbing his thumb lightly over her nipples. Rukia hummed in pleasure, grinning at Hanataro. She forced his hands to the hem of the short dress she wore, and encouraged him to remove it. Finally getting into the act, Hanataro trailed his fingers up her legs as he tugged the dress up and over her thighs. He revealed a pair of soft pink panties and flushed anew. Determined to keep his grip on what he was supposed to be focusing on he continued tugging the dress and teasing the newly exposed skin with each tug. He finally pulled the dress off of her, revealing her breasts, not over large in themselves, barely contained in a bra to match her panties.

Unable to help himself, Hanataro stared. Rukia's breasts, from what he could tell of other women, barely compared with those of the ladies he was most familiar with in his division, much less someone like Matsumoto or Nel. But, he found he liked them very much. "I think they're just the right size for me," he told her. She kissed him again, again taking his hands and moving them to her nipples. The material of the bra she wore was feather light, and her peaking nipples were prominent. He massaged the skin through the thin material with his thumbs.

"Take it off," she leant up and whispered in his ear. Hanataro looked shocked, but obeyed the command. He slipped a hand behind her back and fumbled with the clasp. By the time he removed the thing he was blushing a deep shade of crimson. Rukia thought it was cute. Any other male would have ravished her by now. Recalling some of the things he'd overheard from various men in the infirmary he decided to try kissing and licking her nipples. It resulted in an initial squeal of delight followed by several moans and a few pants of his name.

Spurred on by Rukia's noises, Hanataro trailed his fingers, kisses, tongue, over all of Rukia's exposed skin above her waistline. "Hana-kun… move lower… please," she begged, wanting the feeling only he could give her. Again she placed his hands, this time at the waistband of the pink material blocking their path. He took the hint and teased her a bit as he pulled the obtrusive material down her legs and disposed of them on the floor. Experimentally, the alcohol finally settling his nerves, he tried a finger at her center. She gasped in surprise and moaned lustfully as he pushed into her and began moving it around a bit. He was surprised at the amount of moisture there, and decided it was a bit troublesome. He stopped his kisses of her abdomen and placed his head between her thighs.

Instinctively Rukia spread her legs and tried to find something to do with her hands. She settled for fisting one in Hanataro's hair and the other in the sheets of the bed. Hanataro's bravery continued increasing as he suckled on the nub of her center, inserting another finger to aid the first. In what seemed too short a moment for his curiosity, she peaked and nearly screamed his name, bringing a proud smile to his face. Maybe he could get used to this after all.

Without much preamble, she grabbed him and stroked him to hardness again. Rukia was admiring his member and barely had time to prepare herself before her lover pushed himself into her. It was a small but pleasurable pressure, as he fitted her perfectly. He barely restrained himself long enough for her to adjust and beckon for more.

"Oh… oh… Hana-kun… keep doing… that," Rukia panted, trying to pull him into a kiss again but unable to for such irregular breathing. She began tracing her fingers up and down his back, already feeling her climax build. He forced her legs to spread further as he thrust into her to the hilt. Not receiving the feeling she desired, she forced them to turn, so that Hanataro lay on his back and she sat atop him.

She continued moving, forcing the closeness between their bodies she so desired. From instinct, he placed his hands on her hips as she moved. He admired her bouncing breasts before deciding to pull her down and suckle them. He teased the flesh of one breast with his mouth, the other with a hand. His free hand he placed again at the nub between her thighs, rubbing furiously. He felt his own climax rising and wanted Rukia to join. "Hana… I think I'm…com-" she wheezed.

"Me… too… oh, god… Rukia… I love you," he managed. With another near scream of his name, she peaked. The force of her walls tightening around him brought his own climax, forcing him to spill deep inside her. They stayed lying together, joined, for minutes after the force of the storm passed. After their breathing stabilized, Rukia finally got the last kiss she'd tried for.

He pulled out of her after breaking the kiss, sad to break the enjoyable connection but realizing it would have to happen sometime. She curled into him as he pulled the covers up around them and they drifted off into peaceful sleep.

The next morning couldn't be described as awkward, just uncertain. Hanataro woke first and, trying to decipher how much he'd dreamt and how much was fact, took a good look around the room. The clock on the mantle read noon-thirty, and the proof of the marriage rested on the small table in the room, framed for the world to see, not to mention the small woman wrapped tightly around his body. A light knock sounded on the door and Hanataro pulled on the first pair of his pants he saw before making his way to answer it.

A large woman stood outside the door, holding several small packages in her hands. She held one out to Hanataro, stating, "I have a package here for Mr. and Mrs. Ku-chi-ki?" she looked a bit confused about the pronunciation of the name.

"I'll take it," Hanataro managed. The woman went on her way as soon as the package was in Hanataro's hands. He turned the package over, wondering what the contents were and how Rukia convinced him to take her name.

He lay back on the bed beside the still sleeping Rukia, mind wondering what to do next, and opened the package. Inside were the photos from the night before. He was admiring a particularly nice photo of them in their wedding attire, focused on Rukia and her short blue dress and apron, when Rukia stirred and sat up. She looked around confused for a moment before the memories of the night before came back to her.

"Hmm…" Rukia pointed to the photo currently displayed in Hanataro's hands, cooing, "My little Hana-kun makes such an adorable little bunny."

Despite himself he blushed at Rukia's compliment. "Erm, Rukia, how do we…" he trailed off, afraid to upset her.

"How do we explain this to everyone else?" she supplied, wondering the same. Hanataro nodded, and she continued on, thinking aloud. "Well, first we get that certificate changed. I'd rather be a Yamada than you be a Kuchiki. Though Nii-sama might be less pissed if we leave it… eh, that's up to you, though. Then we get to explain to Yamamoto what we've done. I suppose we should ask for a place together, right?"

Hanataro had no words to answer. "Will this cause a problem with your family, other than Kuchiki taicho, I mean?"

"Eh, who cares if it does? I've got you now, right?" Hanataro nodded shyly. Rukia embraced him tightly, naked forms pressing together and sending excited thrills through both bodies. "But, I think for now, let's just enjoy our time. Why don't we shower and then head out for a bite to eat?"

This time Hanataro beat Rukia to the chase. He had her against the wall of the shower stall, moaning in pleasure, before she could set the water temperature properly. Whoever said cold showers were good for relief never had one like that.