Thank you so much for the reviews! Also, the stylist at the hair salon cut my hair wrong and on top of that straightened it when it was wet! took all self control to not jump out of the chair and attack her. I hope it's not fried since all I smell is burnt hair.

It was morning when Byakuya came out of the study room. Rukia's eyes widened when he revealed to be sporting bags under the eyes and greasy limp hair. He looked noticeably paler and a bit on the thin side, after all he had been locked in for almost a week

"Should you not be in collage"? He asked, the tones of his voice harsher than usual

Rukia shook her head "it's Sunday Byakuya-sama"

The man replied by turning towards the restroom, disappearing behind the door.

Well then she thought

She walked to the kitchen to wash the dishes from her solo breakfast, which reminded her to bring Byakuya the left overs of said thing.

The study room was closed but after trying the lock it was open. Rukia strained her ears for any footsteps geared that way. There where none she she proceeded to open the door. The room itself had more decorations than his own sleeping quarters. There was a dark wooden desk on the left corner and above it, calligraphy scrolls which where perhaps Byakuya's own. The same wood that made up the desk composed the floor. Maps of faraway places covered some portion of the wall, places Rukia could only dream about. The woman snapped out of her reverie and set the leftovers on the desk, turned only to find Byakuya staring right at her

"What are you doing in here Rukia"? he monotoned, his grey eyes piercing her purple ones

"L Left overs..f from breakfast. I imagine you are hungry" She stammered, her tongue uncooperative.

"I don't remember authorizing you to enter here"

Rukia took a minute to slow her mind and looked at him. She could see he had finally showered and was only dressed in a towel, water dripping down his body in a way that made her turn cherry red.

"I'll be on my way Byakuya-sama"! she rushed and flew out of there as fast as she could, shutting the door behind her.

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The petite woman tried to cool her flushed face down by repeatedly dunking her head in the kitchen's sink. She fantasized about the scene that had taken moments ago, but a thought kicked her in the head.

Hisana would not approve of her actions, neither would her fiancee, Ichigo. Rukia came down from her high and hit the ground with shame. To take her mind of her sinful thoughts she stared out the kitchen window and fooled herself into being interested in the dancing leaves outside. Judging the leave's color and the intensity of the wind, it was Autumn, towards the end that is.

"Maybe I shou-"

The sound of shattering glass made it's way towards Rukia's ears. At the same time the electricity started to flicker, finally losing it's battle and dying a violent death by sparks. Heavy footsteps dragged their way towards the kitchen, followed by heavy breathing. Rukia searched the kitchen with her eyes frantically, trying to find something that would help her in self defense. Her violet orbs landed on the kitchen knives resting on the counter. Slowly she made her way towards the other side, taking hold of two blades. The footsteps stopped and Rukia turned suddenly.

It was a man, a stranger she didn't recognize. The two of them stared at each other while Rukia's grip on the knives tightened. Since she had already been spotted, there was no use in keeping silent.

Rukia let out a piercing scream and ran away towards the nearest exit. The man had longer legs so he was quicker and tackled her down. She tried screaming again but the man covered her mouth, muffling any sound that could alert Byakuya. She struggled against his grip on her arms but they wouldn't bulge. A burning sensation traveled up her stomach and ending on her hip bone.

She had been stabbed.

The adrenaline numbed some of the pain she was experiencing. Blood imediately blossomed on said part giving a warm sensation as it seeped was dark so she couldn't make out her attacker's face or any recognizable feature except that he was tall.

THINK YOU PIECE OF TRASH!

She went limp which threw the offender off balance. She pushed him off her and stood up knives in hand. Rukia touched the wounded area and her palm came out wet. If Byakuya hadn't come the first time she screamed what would make him do so now? She might as well get rid of the intruder, even if the world was swaying from blood loss.

Rukia stabbed in the middle of his ribs, embedding the knife deep in. He screamed but Rukia took her other knife into use and slashed the area between the neck and shoulder, burying the knife deeper than the last one. The blood that splattered her hands from above was surely coming from her attacker's mouth since the newest laceration she had made was blossoming on his own body. Rukia finally pushed the man down, and she herself followed in the same path.

The world was spinning out of control even though she could not see in the darkness save from a patch of light from the window(but that didn't illuminate the area she was in) and her head pounded. The wetness on her abdomen had spread farther.

He never came her mind echoed. With a small smile she was dragged underneath the black waves.