~AN: Sorry for the repost guys ~

Recently found out that my best friend passed away in a car accident last week - so that's why I wasn't able update. It's been a pretty tense couple of days, so I hope that getting back on my feet will make me feel better. Need to get back into the rhythm of things again I suppose...

I changed my writing style for this chapter...slightly. I decided that instead of having just Rukia's views on the situation at hand, which I might add in Shirosaki's as well. Excuse for the slight lemon/lime/banana/berry content~ There is a possibility that I may have to change the story from T to M in the future chapters...

So here you guys go! Another one is up! 5 reviews and I'll keep posting chapters weekly :3

Thanks for all the reviews, comments and everything else so far~ really, truly guys thank you - otherwise I wouldn't have bothered with ending this story to begin with :D

Let me know what you think of the dialogue. Should I keep it? Shouldn't I?

Enjoy!

Song for this chapter: Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye GYAHHH I LOVE THIS SONG / It's so sexy~~ Such a Shirosaki/Rukia song RARARARA I have to listen to it while I type ~~ it's so damn...guh.

AND RUKIA'S BACK IN THE MANGA WOOOOOP! I WILL make it my personal mission to kick Tite Kubo's ass if he doesn't get Ichigo and Rukia together - THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE KUBO! *Shakes fist* On a serious note though...I do kinda think that Ichigo and Orihime are going to get together which makes me sad/angry/pissed/depressed and if they do, then I'll have to...well, buy a lot of ice cream and read Strawberry 16 mangas -_-

FEAR NOT ICHIRUKI FANS I SHALL PREVAIL WITH THEIR LOVE IN THIS STORY!

Thank you to Chappy12 ~ who took on the challenge to be the Beta Reader for this story :)


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~*O P P O S I T E S*~

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The dark purple doors of the Bamboo Nightclub swung open and a group of drunken youths stumbled giddily onto the street. One of the men wrapped a lazy arm over the shoulders of a drunken girl in heels, mouthed something in her ear and pulled them back up on the sidewalk when she swayed violently left. Their friends laughed behind them, too busy in a playful struggle to notice the strange pressure in the air. They staggered and laughed. So carefree and satisfied with their night out.

A thought flashed through Rukia's mind that she was not proud of at all. She watched from the corner of her eyes as the group of humans went pass the mouth of the alleyway. For a second she wanted to call out for help, to hope that at least someone would decide to turn their head in that moment of passing and see her.

It was an idea that she was instantly ashamed of. Where would that get her? If they had indeed noticed them, to their eyes it would have been only a man and a woman standing close together by the wall. She could call out...but that would only cause more people to be in danger. But she couldn't hold back the needle-thin, pierce of hope she felt, for it only to be vanquished as they walked passed.

Shirosaki's predatory eyes glowed dimly in the darkness, calculating thoughts in his head. He breathed in the warm, humid air around him and savored it for a moment. Two years. It had been that long since he had been imprisoned in his King's inner world and to be honest, it felt so fucking good to finally escape that immensely boring prism. His senses - no, that's not right. It wasn't his body just yet, it still belonged to the King - their senses started to come back to him and the alcohol that knocked his King unconscious was now only a bitter taste on the back of their tongue. He could feel their own reiatsu building as he stood and shuddered pleasurably at the thought that passed his mind.

He was free.

Free from his King, from Zangetsu, from his cage.

And now he wanted revenge.

He watched her, a thousand thoughts running through their brilliant brain. He could, if he wanted to, kill her right then and there. But where would be the fun in that? So many years Shirosaki had to put up with this Shinigami overclouding his King's thoughts. Back then, he saw nothing special about her - in fact he detested her. Every hour of every day his King would think about her, the way she walked with her nose in the air, the way she snapped her gaze to them Hell, his Hollow knew almost everything right down to the last detail of this ... this woman.

Right down to her scent.

Which, he had to admit, was deliciously tempting. It was fruity (a trait of all Shinigami scents)...with a hint of candy and ... chocolate? Instantly, his mouth began to water. What would it be like if I ate her? Would she taste even better than she smells? Would she scream? Would she fight back? She smells so good, and I want to sink my teeth into her. It's been so long since I've had anything to eat, and I'm starving...

Rukia's brows crinkled slightly at the scrutinizing look he gave her. Shirosaki would have cackled at the expression of trepidation that crossed the Shinigami's face, if he wasn't so caught up in his hungered thoughts. She didn't like the pregnant silence that grew between them that was so evident at that moment you could have almost cut it in half with a zunpakuto. Who was going to speak first? If anyone was going to speak that was...

Deciding he had waited long enough Shirosaki towered over her, his large hands pressed against the solid wall on either side of her head. He peered down at her and cocked his head to the side. "Rukia," he teased, his black and gold eyes narrowed slightly. He allowed his eyes to wander over her body to try and discover where her scent was most noticeable from.

The moment when the Hollow first spoke, was the moment that she knew Ichigo was gone. She inwardly flinched every time he spoke her name, with that grating voice warped with fake care and sincerity. Rukia bit back the hatred and disgust; her face remained in an ever-so-perfect poker face. She just hoped that her voice didn't sound as strangled as she thought it did, "Hollow."

His face remained the same, only the corner of his eyes lifted up in humor. "Rukia," he asked in mock hurt. "Why don't you like it when I speak your name?"

"Because you're a Hollow - an enemy to all Shinigami and not worthy to speak formalities." Automatic. Focused. An answer any other Shinigami would have been expected to say. She kept her gaze, cold and firm on his and Shirosaki held it. She could feel the whirlwind of emotions building up in her stomach. Dammit. She tore her gaze away before he could see the flash of emotion behind her eyes. It's because you're in Ichigo and I hate you.

"Rukia, Rukia, Rukia," he pouted, his fingers digging sharply into the wall. A few cracks appeared as dust sprinkled the tops of her shoulders. "I like saying your name... it hurts when you don't say my name..." He lowered until they were eye to eye, his knee brushed against her thigh teasingly. "Do you want to know my name?"

She pressed her leg back firmly against the wall away from him. She only glared at him and his offence to personal space.

"It's Shirosaki," he murmured thickly, his eyes fell on her rosy lips. Hunger, yes, maybe that's where it's coming from? "I want you to say it."

She didn't. She refused to. How dare this Hollow! Had he not heard her from before? They were enemies - blood ran thicker under the bridge with him. Rukia didn't want her personal feelings to cross over with her Shinigami duties. Fucking Hollow, I will find a way to make sure you never hurt Ichigo again.

Shirosaki got impatient and brought his right hand down to capture her face. He took her chin, his index finger pressed underneath her jaw, and thumb against her lower lip. Was it so damn difficult for her to speak? She had no fucking problem a few moments ago. "Say it, Shinigami," he murmured gently, a wicked smile pressed against his mouth. "Say it."

She winced as his thumb dipped in, between her lips. His thumb pressed against her bottom front teeth, his tip touched her tongue. She tugged away, upset and angered, but his grip was locked in place. She glared at him, and refused to speak. She wouldn't. She can't give this Hollow what he wants. Not after all the pain he had caused Ichigo.

Shirosaki grinned. It was so obvious that she was upset; she was as transparent with hiding her emotions as an inch of clear water was with hiding the pebbled floor. This sort of revenge was just too perfect. He slipped his thumb in further, feeling the smooth, warm, moist tongue against his skin. A sudden sharp pain shot through his digit, up his arm and prickled a part of his brain that made he want to retaliate. Violently.

He just chuckled and pulled his finger from her mouth. His eyes flashed dangerously as he replied gently, "Biting me, Rukia isn't going to get you far."

Her cheeks were sketched in red, and she moved her face away from his hand. "Forcing someone is a cowardly act. I refuse," she turned her violet orbs to his with a burning emotion scattered within the irises. "To follow anyone who has faith in that disgusting proposition."

"Really? I just thought ya were embarrassed to say my name, when I'm in this state n' all."

"No. It's just I'm not going to lower myself to a Hollow's orders."

"Tch." His smile faded slightly and his brow twitched. It really pissed him off when everybody looked down at him. Zangetsu, the King, and all those high and mighty Soul Reapers who thought that just because he was a Hollow instantly made him the weaker one out of everyone else. Because he was a Hollow, he was instantly the bad guy. On more than several occasions he had proven to EVERYONE that he was far stronger and superior than his King - fuck he even saved that shit several times. If he really wanted to, he could snap her neck right now and walk away. He could force his King's eyes open, and make him watch as he devoured her alive. He replied in dry humor, "Ouch. Are you really offended so much by me, Rukia?"

She didn't reply, instead watched as his eyes darkened. He can taste the change in her reiatsu - he could taste the fear. He pressed on, "Are you threatened so much by me, Rukia?"

He watched the muscles in her neck constrict and release as she swallowed nervously. His hunger pulsed and he shifted his gaze to her face, "Or is it that you're just too fucking disgusted by me?"

He purposefully pulsed out his own dark reiatsu over her and narrowed his eyes as he watched her reaction. Rukia's whole body went rigid, her knuckles whitened as she fisted the sides of her dress. She was trying hard to resist the urge to mentally snap and beat him. Her face paled at the effort as the thick and pungent smell of Hollow forced its way toxically down her throat, and into her lungs. It was so much different from Ichigo's reiatsu - the full blast of the Hollow's reiatsu strangely left the Shinigami awed at its voracity of power.

If that's just an eighth of its true power, then he could possibly be the strongest creature I've ever met.

Shirosaki withdrew his reiatsu, slowly, purposefully, to not forgive her just yet. "Do you despise me so much that you have to get me angry?" he asked dully. "I hate it when Shinigami think that they can look down at Hollows like me. It fucks me off beyond words. And don't think I'm bluffin' when I say that I'll kill ya the next time to slip out of line."

He lowered his gaze to the fallen orbs. Did she really despise being this close to him? He remembered the times that he had sat behind his King and watched her, whenever those two thought that they were alone. Yet, there was always that... that look she gave to his King... and to him alone. It was full of hope and happiness that almost made the Hollow curious.

Every time she did, his King would be laughing and smiling and the inner world would shine so brightly, it would burn Shirosaki's skin until he had to break the glass and hide within the cool darkness of the buildings underneath.

Somewhere deep inside him, Shirosaki felt an unfamiliar feeling. It was between fear and anger. Before he could wonder any more of why, the feeling disappeared. It was at that moment that he wanted her to share that look with only him - to feel the feeling that his King had so often told him years ago.

"Aw, Rukia," he murmured and dragged his hands down from the walls to grip her tense shoulders. "Don't be so angry at me! I like hearing it when you're upset and angry. I hate it when you don't speak. 'Sides," he grinned and ruffled her hair. "I like talking to you."

She winced at the feel of his heavy hand on top of her head. She looked at the cotton strands that had sown the leather of Ichigo's shoes together. "...How long?" she mumbled.

"What?" Shirosaki narrowed his eyes.

Rukia looked up at him and breathed in a deep breath to ready herself for her own question, "How long has it been since the last time you got out?"

Shirosaki cocked his head to the side. Interesting. He knew exactly what she was talking about, but remained coy and teasing. "I don't understand what ya sayin'."

Rukia turned her head to the side and transfixed her gaze to the end of the alleyway. "I mean, how long has it been since you..." she huffed, cheeks red. Is she embarrassed? "You know, been in control of this body?"

Shirosaki shrugged. Was she worried that he had broken out numerous times since she had left him and the King alone? "If ya wonderin' if I hurt the Kingy since you were gone there's no need to waste ya breath."

"..."

Shirosaki leant closer to her and waited until her eyes caught his before he continued. "C'mon, Rukes, I know that ain't the question that's been itchin' ya skull. Just say it."

Her mask was back down yet even that couldn't hide the red that creeped its way to her cheeks. "I'm just curious to know if you're...hungry after all that time."

"I'm not hungry," he whispered, the wicked fox-like grin returned and Rukia had to drop her gaze again to the floor in chagrin.

At that moment, his hunger peaked. It pulsed the adrenaline through his body. Another wave of Hollow reiatsu pulsed towards her. This time it caressed her own, bringing out a feeling in the pit of Rukia's stomach that she had never felt before.

He ducked his head to the exposed creamy white curve of her neck, and brushed his moist lips against her soft skin. She shuddered at the touch, her eyes shut closed. "I'm starving," he confessed thickly.

Fuck the King. Fuck Zangetsu. Fuck Soul Reapers. Fuck everyone who looked down on him.

Rukia knew this situation was bad, very bad indeed. She had no way of getting out of her Gigai, as the Chappy stick beholding her soul candy laid dispensed on the wet cobble ground a few feet away from them. Her anger instantaneously evaporated and fear took place with an iron grip. There was a high possibility that the Hollow could kill her right now.

He slid his rough hands down her outer arms, fingers greedily grasped her waist. He pressed his thumbs into her soft flesh and lowered them until he could feel the pressure of her hipbones beneath.

"Though..." He pulled back with his gaze upon her frigid expression. Her violet orbs were wide and hazed, tormented in every meaning of the word from his assault. It satisfied him for a moment to see her looking up at him rather than down. "As much as your pretty little scent is, there is one small problem."

One small problem? Rukia bit back bitter laughter. Now he was getting all self-honorable over it? She wanted to scream and kick and fight back and call him a thousand names and more. She hated herself for this situation - for being alone like this in the first place.

"Well, it's a small problem now," Shirosaki bantered. "There's something that you haven't told us, isn't there Rukes?"

His thumbs still moved in those provocative circles on her stomach. She reached out and grabbed his wrists. The thick pale muscles constricted underneath his warm skin in the moonlight. She ignored the fire that burned where their skin touched. "Please..." Had she gone to the stage where begging for mercy was in order? "Please stop doing that."

He stopped his movements and she instantly dropped her grip. She looked away and whispered, "He's not...listening is he?"

"Tch." He was the one to look away then. He glared at the opening of the alley and let his mind wander. In the inner world, lying on a glass window in black robes, the King stirred.

But didn't wake.

Shirosaki answered her with a look and Rukia relaxed slightly. She sighed, "good."

"You really don't wanna let him know, do ya?" he asked her.

She gazed up at him and the look sent an unpleasant shock down his spine. The look was nothing more than true will power and selflessness. "No, of course not."

"So ya gonna hide it from him, is that it?" he asked again.

Rukia let out an empty laugh, "No, I'm not. But if it's going to threaten his happiness, then I'll wait. I don't think he's going to be ready for it. He'll just blow it out of proportion like he always does..." Her eyes softened. Silly Berry.

Shirosaki scrutinized what he was seeing in front of him. He was hell bent on revenge and he was at his limits with his hunger but he couldn't help but to feel curious. He weighed out his options. It was all too interesting. Deciding right then and there, the Hollow moves towards another tactic.

It could go in his favor.

"You know," he replied casually. "This thing you're sufferin' from, it ain' an illness."

Rukia's ears almost pricked up.

"It's a Hollow," Shirosaki continued in a curious tone. Rukia's mouth fell open in shock. "Buried deep into the core of your inner world."

A-a Hollow? Rukia felt the waves of fear come crashing into her. Her mask completely faltered and her eyes widened. How can a Hollow be inside of me? Is it true, Shirayuki? Is there a Hollow in my Soul?

There was no answer, just silence. Rukia had never been so terrified in her life and the no replies from her zanpakuto had supported the fact that she should be freaking out. Had it already gotten to Shirayuki? Was it already too late? Her mind reeled towards the faces of the Hollows she reaped - off all the Hybrids that she faced in battle.

Is she going to turn into a monster?

"I-impossible!" Rukia choked out, her mind spinning. There's no such thing! He's lying! She tried to breath, but felt her throat close on her. Fuck! It can't be true!

"I can feel it in you're reiatsu," Shirosaki replied calmly as Rukia knelt forward, clutching her head. "It's untraceable in this stage, but I can feel it. It's feeding off your spiritual pressure as it grows within you, Rukia-"

"It's NOT true - you're - you're-!" She shook her head. She'd have to go to Urahara again and get it checked over - Yes! Of course, then she could know for certain!

She gripped her head. She was expecting anything but that - hell she was ready for the Hollow to gloat and sexually abuse her. But she had her - her own Hollow inside? How is that possible?

"You know," Shirosaki said and leant over to her. Her gaze snapped up to his, her eyes wide and terrified. "I could help you get rid of it at this stage. Afterwards, it might be too strong to do so and you'd have to fight it."

"How?" Rukia replied warily.

His lips curled upwards, "if you let me inside of you're inner world, I'll eat it just for you-"

WHACK!

Shirosaki's head snapped backwards and he turned slowly back to her, his eyes livid. Rukia was nursing her swelling hand and glared at him, "Never," she growled. "In a million years would I allow you to do that."

He chuckled darkly, no hint of amusement in his voice. "Then what do you propose you do? Sit and twiddle your thumbs before you turn into a Hollow yourself?"

Her eyes glazed over as she fell back into her dead-end thoughts. "You can't fall back to Shinigami," he interrupted, reading her thoughts. "Not even that brother of yours. From the day you were born you were a traitor to all Soul Reapers."

He lifted his hand up and brushed a sweaty bang from her face. With one rough, calloused hand he brought it up to cup her face. "The only one you can trust is me," he replied as gently as he could.

"I can't trust you."

"Why?" he asked quietly and stepped closer to her. "Is it because I'm a Hollow? I'm the one that figured it out weeks ago that you were slowly deteriorating. My King hasn't even figured it out yet. He's still obsessed with that whore of a woman to even bother looking at you. He doesn't even think about you anymore."

It hurt, she had to admit that Ichigo didn't think of her that way. He could be lying to you, she thought to herself. That was nothing she had to get too worried about. Ichigo can love whom he wants to love and I will support him in any way possible.

Shirosaki brushed his body against hers, satisfied at the pained emotion that flashed through the Shinigami's eyes. His voice purred, "I see the way you look at him. I see the desire. Is it the body?"

He pressed in closer, feeling every contour of her body against his own. He held back an animalistic purr in his throat. Her warm body pulsed underneath his and she snapped her face away from him, "D-don't-"

One hand slid down to the exposed creamy, soft calf and wrapped around it. He hitched it up slowly so her legs separated and wrapped it firmly around his hip. He shuddered. That made her so… so… eatable."Because I can see right through you, Shinigami. You-"

He pressed his pelvis hard against her inner thighs and she let out a gasp through gritted teeth. She could feel everything of his underneath the hard fabric of his jeans. "Are-"

He bent his mouth to her nose and pulled back his lips to bite the tip of it. The taste of her tingles the Hollows tongue as he pulls it back into his mouth. She tasted like everything they – he needed. Soft and sweet, yet spicy. He wanted it – he wanted to eat her. Now.

He dropped his hand from her hair and grabbed her arms, yanking them both above her head. Rukia's eyes snapped open, hazed in confusion, fear and anger. Shirosaki's eyes fell on to her jugular, the wicked smile returned. "Weak."

And with that Rukia let out a pained cry. She had tried to hold it back, the raw emotions, everything. She had refused and fought back, but he had been just as resilient. He hated her for her strength, she hated him for his.

"I will come back," he replied in her ear. Deep down inside, his King had awoken. "It may not be everyday, but I'll be back to see you, Rukia."

She looked away, burned and vulnerable. She hated how she felt so good with his body against hers. She hated how she wanted to fight back and be the stronger one out of both of them. She didn't want to feel the need that she was dependent on him. He was the enemy, but one that wanted to help her.

He stepped back, and Rukia fell hard against the wall for support. She pressed herself up by the heels of her feet, and forced herself not to pant.

"I think I should let him be just this once," Shirosaki said calmly and took another step back, pushing his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. His eyes gleamed. "Sayonara, midget!"

And then he collapsed.

It took a moment or two for Rukia to react. Her feet moved - ungraciously so - forward like a new born calf at their own accord. She knelt down to the body and watched as his body faded back into his human state. Ichigo had returned and Rukia breathed out a thankful sigh of relief.

His brown eyes peered through his heavy lids to the Kuchiki bent over him. "Rukia..." he stirred awake. When he tried to move, a wave of pain shot across his forehead. He winced and rubbed the growing migraine. Shit, couldn't describe how sick he felt. "What-what happened?"

She wanted to wrap her arms around him, to just not speak. She wanted one of Ichigo's hugs right then, to feel at peace and safe again, to make the horrible truth be nothing more than a conversation between enemies. She wanted him to understand her at that moment and be there for her. Tell her that everything was going to be okay, that everything was going to last longer than what fate had planned for it.

"Ichigo," her voice choked with happiness. She helped him up to a sitting position and he groaned in response. Rukia pressed a small, firm hand on his back and guided his head down between his knees to help with the dizziness. If he wasn't in such a state, I'd be kicking his ass. "You passed out, idiot and I'm not letting you do it again on me. Keep your head down... that's it. Keep it there, okay? It'll help with the dizziness you're feeling."

Ichigo just nodded. If he opened his mouth, he was going to be sick. He kept his mouth clamped shut, both hands tangled tightly in his hair. Rukia rubbed his back in soothing circles, "just concentrate on breathing... deep breaths, that's it."

The world spun around him and he tried hard to ignore the convulses in his stomach. Don't get sick. Don't get sick. Don't get sick.

Rukia's voice was far away and loud at the same time. He wanted to lift his head, but she just pressed it back down again, "I'm going to pick you up in a minute. I'll be right back-"

"Where..." he panted through gritted teeth. Panic flooded through him as her hand moved away from his back. He didn't dare lift his head as his gut heaved oddily again. "Where are you going... Rukia... stay here..."

"I'm not giving up on you just yet," she teased lightly. "Don't worry, I'm still here, Ichigo just give me a second."

Before Ichigo could say anything else, a cool breeze ruffled his hair and Rukia was back, her small hands on his hunched shoulders, her quiet voice in his ear, "Ichigo... can you manage to stand?"

He dropped his hands from his head and gave a nod. Eye hidden under his bangs in concentration, he found his feet like a new born calf...and fell sideways.

"I-Ichigo!" Rukia appeared underneath his arm just in time and pushed him back up. "Are you ok? Do you want to sit down again?"

He shook his head.

Rukia hitched his body wieght around her shoulders and glanced up - to the side at his slumped figure. "Close your eyes. I'm going to shunpo us home when you're ready."

He gave a nod.

"A. Three..."

A strange feeling burned through his body just then. Somewhere in the back of his mind he suddenly registered how close he was to her.

"...two..."

He tightened his arm around her. She tightened her hold against his waist and arm.

"...one."

The ground beneath their feet vanished and Ichigo felt the pull of her shunpo. They slipped through the night air, their feet brushed against the roofs of buildings and apartments. The wind was merciful against his flushed skin, bathing his hot body in relief. He almost wanted to open his eyes, to wonder if he was getting too heavy for Rukia as they passed over roads and quiet neighbourhoods, but she would just tell him that he was fine. That they were almost there.

It may had last seconds, or minutes, Ichigo didn't know. He had no sense of time when they arrived at the window of his bedroom. All he felt was when she gripped the window ledge and pulled them inside. He had never felt so relieved to be in his bed again and he instantly rolled over onto his stomach, his hands wrapped around his pillow. The window clicked shut.

He heard her walk quietly to the cupboard and slid it open. You can stay here, if you want, midget.

He heard the rustle of fabric and his bedroom door click open as Rukia went to change out of her clothes. Ichigo felt the sleep pull him under and time slip by. It wasn't until he heard his door close and the small patter of her bare feet against his floorboards that he eased himself to wake. She sat down beside him on the bed as he pretended to sleep, liking the way how her reitsu washed over his own. She sat there for mintues, hours maybe. Ichigo didn't care. He liked the fact that Rukia's eyes were running over his body.

Then, in a whisper, "Ichigo... are you still awake?"

He didn't reply, he nuzzled deeper into his pillow.

He pictured Rukia rolling her eyes then. "Ichigo. I know you're awake, idiot."

Damn. "You're too loud, midget," he grumbled and scowled in his sleep.

A small smile teased her lips. "Baka! I just carried you home and this is what I get?"

"Mmm..."

She hit him in the arm. "Fine. I'll see you're hung over ass bright and early tomorrow." She stood up and went to the door.

"Rukia," he whispered, he reached outwards but fell back exhausted. So tired. I can't move...

She paused, her hand on the doorframe. "Yeah?"

"Thanks...for staying with me back then ... midget."

A smile graced her lips as she turned to close the door behind her. "Any time, Baka."


Another chapter completed! *Dusts hands proudly*

This chapter was a pain in the ass - I'm not gonna lie - Shirosaki was freaking HARD to nail down as a character. He's super cocky but doesn't like to be fucked with and I fail so badly at cocky one-liners... TT_TT

TBC~ Ichigo is unaware of Shirosaki's conversation with Rukia and both try to live normal lives once again. But now that Shirosaki has shown himself, the wheels of his plan have begun to turn and two weeks later, Rukia and him meet again in the most strangest situation...

Is Rukia going to die? Or turn into a Vizard?

Is she going to trust the one person that causes the one she loves so much pain?