Resigned to Fate
I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does
The suns rays poured in through the blinds into the bedroom bathing the room in light. Two figures were seen on the bed. These figures being a nude Ichigo and Rukia. Said woman stirred as she felt the morning rays hit her eyes, yet her husband stayed dead to the world, being a deep sleeper. She felt so well rested and happy. It might have something to do with what happened last night, the beasts' hunger been sated and she and her husband had made love after the kill. Well, maybe to humans, saying that they 'made love' might not be the appropriate words, since they weren't human. They met with an unbriddled lust that only demons could know, mixing pleasure and pain. Still, creatures like them felt something akin to love and felt possesive towards their mate. Rukia felt so content waking up next to her husband, this was the fairytale ending every girl wanted. She longed to stay like this all day but the day had begun and there were chores to do. Like clean off the bloodstains over her body aswell as on the bed sheets, remnants of the night before. Her husband also had bloodstains on his figure and both had some forest dirt on them. There was also the smell of carnage on them and that of the woods, not that an average human could pick out the smell. Also there was their human routines to continue.
By midday, the raven haired woman was tidying up the house. Her husband had gone to work, both of them had showered together to wash away the evidence of the night before. She put the sheets to wash because of the blood smeared on them, and wiped the wood floor that was also smeared of dirt and blood prints. As she was on all fours scrubbing the floor from the blood/dirt prints her eyes landed on her wedding ring, it was really expensive and easy to spot. Though Ichigo really loved her or felt whatever the hell demons felt towards their mate, the reason for the extravagant ring was mostly a possesive gesture to let the human males know that she was taken. Since to humans, they couldn't exactly feel the aura and smell the scent over Rukia, like other demons who would know that she had a mate, and it wouldn't be normal to show the huge beastlike mark on her lower collarbone. Rukia didn't mind, she felt the same possesiveness towards him, it was a demon thing, and he also wore his wedding ring. He also had her bite mark on his chest. And like hell would he look at another woman, human females were nothing but prey, food to sate their inner beasts hunger and quell their bloodlust. Speaking of food, she'd have to go into town to buy more, demons had big appetites, and also to pick out a new target for the next full moon. She climbed into her car and drove into town.
On her way to the grocery store, she passed the window of a baby clothes shop. Her face was blank, betraying nothing of her thoughts, yet inside she felt a pang of disappointment as she continued to stare at the cute baby clothes on display. She sighed and a memory came into her mind.
"Yorouichi-san how do you do it?" a younger looking Rukia asked her mentor. "You've been with Kiske-san for so long. Does it get easier over time?" her violet orbs shone with confusion, curiosity and sadness. Yoruichi's eyes soften as she looked at the young hybrid demon. "It is hard, Rukia-chan. And some times are harder than others. But Kiske and I were never the type you'd see as parents." she replied and gave the young girl a grin. "Overtime, you come to accept it as a part of what we are, we aren't human and we must make peace with this fact."
Rukia unconsciously lay a hand on her flat tummy. What must it be like... She mentally shook her head and shook away those kinds of thoughts. But she couldn't help but feel a damper on her mood. Infertility. That was also a part of being a demon, well a female demon. Male demons could impregnate human women, where a hybrid would be born, but their birth would kill the human mother. Not that the demon cared, he would only want the hybrid child. Hybrid or not, female demons were infertile. Rukia was a hybrid, coming from a human mother who died after childbirth as was expected, so she couldn't have children. She thought she'd made her peace with that fact, yet she felt bitter resentment towards human women because of that, sometimes being particularly sadistic to the female victim. Even as a hybrid with a human half, it didn't matter because the demon half dominated the human part; there actually wasn't much of a difference between a hybrid and a full blood demon, only their birthing origins. She could never give her husband a child. They wouldn't ever be able to teach their baby how to hunt and transform. They couldn't ever watch proudly as their child killed and devoured human flesh. She hated human women because they could have what she couldn't. She just wanted to kill all those bitches, tear out and eat their hearts. She so badly wanted to tear them to shreds with her claws, and drink them dry of their blood and make a bloody mess of their guts. With these murderous thoughts, she set out to pick a potential victim. Maybe she could do a quick kill now to calm the onslaught of bloodlust she felt, Ichigo wouldn't mind. There were times when he would kill a man that had looked at her too long. She hadn't batted an eye at that, it was only a human. And they would always kill together on the full moons, but they could kill seperatley any other time if they wished.
Rukia walked through the shopping square, few bags in hand to blend in. Looking around for any human that seemed isolated, she was looking for an easy prey. She growled under her breath, tired of waiting. Maybe she could just kill all the ones present, she knew she could. But, no, that would arouse suspicion. How long would she have to wait? Would she have to resort to charming a man to leave with her, men were easy like that, fooled by her innocent face. But she wanted to kill a woman. Or she could just give up and go home.
"Kurosaki-san!" a cheery feminine voice called her from behind. Or not. Rukia thought. She turned and greeted the female, "Ah, hello Inoue-san." Rukia had met this particular female while familiarizing herself with this town when her and Ichigo first moved here. Inoue was bubbly, cheery, and had a weird taste for food. Not that it really mattered, Inoue was just a human after all. Rukia hadn't felt like killing her when they met, it would've been sad, killing her would've been pathetic. But now the idea appealed more to Rukia, besides, Inoue had stared a little too much at Ichigo for her liking.
"Hi, Kurosaki-san. Whatcha doing?"
Rukia was snapped from her musings when the bubbly female spoke. To kill the airhead or not to kill the airhead, that is the question.
A/N: I'm updating from my phone and it's REALLY hard so excuse any mistakes. Btw, should Orihime be the next victim? I don't really hate her, its just that I'm all for Ichiruki. Anyways, who should die next?