"Happy Valentines day everyooone!" Orihime burst into the classroom as giddy as usual, even in this weather. She was a mystery. She unbuttoned her snow white peacoat, blowing in her hands for warmth, "Today's going to be so fuuun!"

"What is it about Valentine's day that gets you so worked up every year, eh?" Tatsuki yawned.

"Well. This Valentine's day will be different! Today..." she faded into her own fairy tale world, lost in non-reality. In her imagination, she was the princess and Ichigo was the prince, pledging his eternal undying love for her on one knee while she wept in her hands as they both reside in a whimsical sparkling glow.

"I'm going to ask Kurosaki-kun to be mine. All mine!" she sighed. Tatsuki rolled her eyes. Orihime reached behind her to pull something out of her bag, "I heard Kurosaki-kun likes curry raspberry chocolates!"

"Cur- - from who!" Tatsuki curled her face in disgust. "That sounds deadly. Don't kill the man, Orihime."

Ichigo and Rukia slowly tread down the hallway, both sides of them littered with couples exchanging gifts and compliments and expressing their fondness to one another. She looked to her side, up at Ichigo. He took no notice to her, looking straight ahead as the two walked. Her face lit up bright pink and she quickly looked back down at her feet. Ichigo looked down at her, and her pretty pink face. He rolled his eyes, taking her hand in his in a sort of "couples" hand-in-hand thing. Her mouth opened slightly in shock, he chuckled and shook his head.

"Wha...what're you doing?" she stuttered.

"Being romantic." he said sarcastically. She didn't catch on to this instantly which caused her to blush more.

"Quit it." she mumbled, snatching her hand away from him and folding her arms over her chest.

"You know you're cute when you're trying to resist."

"Resist what?"

"Me."

Her heart skipped a beat. Had he known all this time how she felt about him? Was he toying with her? She scoffed and looked the other way.

"Don't flatter yourself." she huffed.

"What was Mayuri's gift? Did you find out yesterday?" Ichigo asked out of curiosity.

Rukia stopped in her tracks, gasping in realization. She had completely forgot about Mayuri's "gift", the little glass vial safely packed in the front pocket of her shoulder bag. She fumbled with it in her fingers for a while again, frozen in the middle of the hallway toying with some...thing.

Only use it when you're ready...

Ready for what! Those words continued to haunt her. Should she just spray it now and get it over with? What if it's some kind of drug? What if...what the Hell is this thing?

"Rukia." Ichigo snapped her out of her train of thought.

"Huh...oh...no. I don't know what it is."

"You gonna find out?" he said, snatching the thing away from her.

"Hey! Give that back!" she hollered, snatching for it.

In the "struggle" Ichigo found himself pushing down a little too hard on the spray top, sending a mist of the whatever it was directly onto his face. His eyes spread as wide as they could go, and so did Rukia's. Both of them pausing in a moment of disbelief.

"Oh shit." Rukia whispered. Ichigo gulped.

"I don't..." he started, "I don't feel anything."

A little bit of the horror faded, nothing was happening. In fact, Ichigo felt fine. Was this whole thing just Mayuri scaring them? Maybe it was just simple perfume. Rukia stood up on her tip-toes and leaned in to inhale. A perfume with no scent?

"You don't smell like anything." she said.

"Maybe it's just water." Ichigo shrugged. They both greatly doubted that. But just to be safe, Ichigo sprayed Rukia back with a "revenge" spritz.

"Hey!"

"Now if anything happens to me, it'll happen to you too. We're even."

She coughed, fanning the spray from her face, "You jackass." she growled.

He took her hand in his again, walking down the hallway as the bell rang for class to begin. Tatsuki stared at the open classroom door, just waiting for something intriguing to happen maybe. But no. Nothing but students half a minute late flooding into the classroom in large clumps. She sighed heavily.

"You think that quiet kid with the green eyes has a Valentine?" she said watching him come in by himself.

Orihime turned to see who Tatsuki was talking about, "Who? Ulquiorra?" she shrugged, "Maybe. I mean. He's pretty handsome..."

"He's pretty weird too..." Tatsuki mumbled.

"Why? You wanna be his" she shook the box of homemade chocolates in her hand, "Valentiiiiiine?"

"Like Hell I do."

Just after those words were spoken, Rukia and Ichigo entered the classroom together. Both of them holding each other's hand and Rukia resting her head against his bicep. Her mouth dropped open.

"No way." she murmured. Orihime blinked at her, clueless as to what could've shocked her. She turned around to see what she was seeing, and her mouth dropped open as well.

"Well, I'll be damned..."

"They...Kurosaki-kun and...Rukia?" Her arms dropped, she was barely holding a grip on the heart-shaped box of chocolates now as it dangled carelessly at her side. Tatsuki caressed her back comfortingly.

"There, there Orihime. It's ok." she assured her, giving her two extra re-assuring pats on the back before the teacher came in, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She looked like an eskimo with a heavy, puffy coat on, mittens, a scarf that covered the entire bottom portion of her face, earmuffs, a hat, snow boots, the whole nine yards.

"Cold?" one of the students in the back of the classroom said jokingly. The rest of the class laughed. She peeled off her coat, scarf, mittens hat...everything basically, and sighed.

"Sorry I'm late class! My car had a little trouble getting through the snow. I hope it's parked okay..." she whispered that last part to herself.

"Attention, Karakura High! There has been an accident! A gray vehicle license plate...R-R-K-S-T-A-R...has slid from it's parking spot and into the school's brick wall. Thank you." the intercom announcement stopped everyone in their tracks.

Silence.

"Excuse me..." their teacher dashed out of the classroom bringing her winter necessities with her. Awkward. Students resumed talking.

"You okay?" Ichigo questioned, worried about Rukia's behavior. She acted as if she were dizzy. Stumbling and leaning, rocking in her stride, having to rest her head on his arm just to stay up straight. Her face was hot as well.

"I...my head is...fuzzy..." she groaned.

What was this all of a sudden? Was this the result of whatever Mayuri could have given her? If so...why wasn't it effecting Ichigo? Her eyes fluttered open and closed, then completely closed. He looked around the classroom, then turned and walked out with her.

"Heeeey, way to go Ichigo!" Mizuiro laughed, "I didn't know him and Rukia dated!"

"What! Rukia! My Rukia!" Keigo exploded, whirling around just in time to see the two exit the classroom together.

"RUKIAAAAAAA!" He cried, starting to run out the room only to be yanked back by Chad's huge arms.

"You shouldn't do that. You could make Ichigo mad." he said, picking him up by his shirt and setting him back down by Mizuiro.


"Rukia! Rukia!" Ichigo exclaimed, shaking her by her shoulders. He had rushed her down the hall and turned into the Janitor's closet unnoticed. Rukia was limp and hot, her body sweating profusely and her face a bright red.

"Ahh!" she began shaking all over, her entire body trembling violently and her breathing becoming incredibly rapid and shaky. Ichigo's vision began swirling as well. It was as if everything that was once normal began melting and twisting around before him. He closed his eyes and opened them hoping whatever was happening would stop. Dammit...what is this? his heart began to beat wildly in his chest. Whatever it was was starting to take effect. Rukia gripped on to his white uniform shirt, her legs shaking uncontrollably, she fell onto him.

"Ichigo..." she whispered, running her lip up the side of his neck and to his ear when she gulped hesitantly, "my body is on fire."

Those words alone aroused him. If he could've guessed what Mayuri gave to Rukia he'd say it was the most powerful aphrodisiac on the planet. He had never been so horny in his life. His member throbbed painfully aching inside his trousers, stiff as a rock and rubbing against Rukia's thigh. He grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her away from him to look her in the eyes. One of them had to keep their control.

"No! Remember where we are," he said, "okay? We're still at school. This cannot happen!"

"My body...my body..." Rukia repeated in a whiny voice. Her cries getting louder and louder with every unpredictable moan. Soon she crumbled to her knees, grasping on to the side of Ichigo's pants. She jerked his zipper down.

"N- - what are you doing! Stop that!" he bellowed, trying to push her head back. She fought his actions, reaching into his trousers and pulling from it his rock solid manhood. It was dripping thick fluid from the tip that dabbled on the floor before she caught it with her tongue, swirling it around the tip and sucking it down in her throat. He clenched his teeth tightly, groaning loudly as he continued to try to stop her. It felt too good. Her hot wet mouth sucking so roughly on his cock was the best thing ever. He began to pant, his heart pounding even faster. Taking his other hand, he put them both on her head, thrusting his hips forward while pushing her head down in an attempt to push it down further into her throat. She gagged violently, pulling away to take long deep breaths. Not only was it extremely hard but the size of it made it hard for her to take down any further than she already could. He shoved himself back in the warm confinement of her mouth, thrusting even harder into her mouth. Her muffled moans along with the unbelievable pleasure brought him to an early uncontrollable climax. He groaned one last time before shooting his load of hot thick semen down her throat, panting uncontrollably. She pulled away coughing, her mouth overflowing with cum, yet it was still coming, making lines and loads on her face. She kept her mouth open catching as much as she could on her tongue.

He completely soiled her blouse, leaving it a sticky mess, as well as the ground. Still after all of this Rukia couldn't get enough, she wiped her face clean, licking the excess cum off her hands and sucking it off her fingers, licking her lips clean. He was thrown back at how aroused she was, even in a place like this. They were both jolted back into a sense of reality when the terrifying sound of a key grinding into the door knob interrupted their heat. Ichigo's heart stopped dead in it's tracks. Shit! The door opened slowly...slowly...

"Damn kids tracking snow through the hallways..." the janitor cursed under his breath, walking into the confined space. Ichigo stood as still as possible, holding Rukia tight to his chest, his hand over her mouth as they hid unnoticed behind the door. He peeked out around the corner to find the janitor's back turned to them. Now was their chance...but was he to take it? Just then, the janitor turned back around, and he pulled back. Too close. The old man took the mop and bucket in his hands and sighed heavily in annoyance. "I gotta retire..." he mumbled, walking out and slamming the door behind him. Rukia slipped from his grasp, turning around and jumping on him.

"How could you still be horny after that!" he asked, quietly.

"I need you." she said, surprisingly stern considering that she was a stuttering trembling mess a few seconds ago.

He grabbed onto her biceps squeezing her slightly, "Not here." he gulped. She shook her head desperately.

"Rukia!" he shook her gently, "It's too risky here. You'll have to wait- promise me...you'll wait...it'll only be an hour school's almost out!" he said.

Rukia stopped, whining and leaning into him. "But...I..." she started, muffling the rest of her sentence in his shirt.


"Yaaaaaaaawn!" Rangiku yawned dramatically. Yoruichi twisted her pinky in her ear.

"Jeez, you have to be so loud!" she snapped.

"Oh, quiet I've just about had enough of you!" she replied, flipping her hair again. She looked over her shoulder where she found Toshiro Hitsugaya knee deep in a hardcover book. She groaned dreadfully.

"Hitsugayaaaaaaa!" she moaned, catching the attention of people around her. He sighed, flipping a page in his book.

"What is it Matsumoto?" he said, not looking up from the pages.

"Hmph!" she turned in her seat to pout to him more directly, "You never give me any attention! Today's Valentine's day you know! You can at least act like you care about me!"

"Why don't you go ask Gin?" he said coldly.

She gasped, jumping up from her chair, "Fine!" she exclaimed, "You're just...just..." she choked on her tears, dashing out the classroom. A cloud of guilt formed over Hitsugaya. The two weren't together yet she had treated him like he was some trophy boyfriend. He set his book down on the desk running his digits though his silky silver hair and sighing.

"Damn..." he swore under his breath.

"Bravo, Toshiro." Yoruichi said sarcastically.

"Can it, Shihouin." he growled.

She snickered.

"You guys have really been fighting about Ichimaru lately. Has she finally realized she's still in love with the clown?"

"I said, shut up."

"That must be it then."

"What's the use opening up to you? So what? She's been acting weird lately. Asking me why I haven't asked her out, or held her hand, or showed her any affection in front of people much less when it's just us together. Then she always brings up Gin. How he treated her and how he gave her more attention..."

"You know it's funny," Yoruichi bit her lip, "you said there's no use opening up to me, yet you just did. You're an idiot, Toshiro. She's doing it to make you jealous so you do act more affectionate, not because she's still in love with Gin. But the way fucked up just now. I wouldn't be surprised if she was out looking for him. Right. Now."

Toshiro gulped, "Excuse me." he said, scooting out of his chair and running out of the room. Ichigo and Rukia came in hand-in-hand directly behind him.

"What was he in such a hurry for?" Ichigo asked.

"Beats me. What's her problem?" Yoruichi raised an eyebrow at Rukia. Her appearance was all but neat. Her hair was messy, strands were sticking to her forehead from sweat, and her white blouse had wet spots on it.

"I'm sick..." Rukia moaned, sniffling and sneezing to complete the act. Yoruichi pitied her.

"Awe, feel better." she said, "Hey, where were you two damn near the whole class? We've got like 6 minutes left." she asked.

Ichigo's mind raced in all different directions thinking of an excuse.

"Clinic." Rukia said, sniffling.

"Eee. I hope it's not contagious. Whatever you have goin' on..."

"You're fine. It's just the weather..."

Rukia pulled on her white, gold buttoned pea coat and slipped on her pink mittens and earmuffs, putting on her shoulder bag as well. She squabbled for the door turning back to jerk Ichigo out with her. Begrudgingly he budged, letting her yank him through the halls and out the school completely before the dismissal bell rang.

"You know we're skipping, right?" he grumbled.

Rukia ignored him, her pace quickening. She was now running down the side walk pulling Ichigo behind her. He waited for her to slow down to ask why she was in such a hurry but she never did. She kept her speed and halted for no one and nothing. Even after they'd arrived at Ichigo's house, she still ran. Up the stairs slamming and locking his bedroom door behind them. It was weird but Ichigo found himself terrified of her in the state she was in now. She tore off her coat and blouse before he even had a say in whether he wanted to do this or not, though everyone knows he did.

"Wait! Rukia! Let's think about this first okay!"

"There's nothing to think about!" she exclaimed pushing Ichigo back on the bed, ripping open his uniform shirt sending buttons flying every which way. His eyes widened in both fear and arousal.

"This is your first time and I think- -"

"Stop thinking. Just do." she straddled over him, lifting her skirt to reveal that she wore no panties. He gulped in excitement, caressing her cunt with his index and middle fingers. She bit her lip, muffling her moans until he jammed his middle digit deep inside of her, pulling it out and slamming it back in again in a repetitive motion.

"Ichigo! Ichigo!" she gasped, putting her hands on his chest to keep herself up while he fingered her rapidly. She curled her hands scratching the skin on his torso while she used her other hand to unzip his trousers once more.

"Take them off Ichigo..." she whimpered, sliding off of him and onto her back on the mattress. She lie there with her skirt raised and her legs butterflied, exposing her soaking wet, pretty pink labia. Her beauty was breath taking, even when the last thing on his mind was making any sort of love to her. He exposed of his pants in a heartbeat, pulling her up by her hips so her cunt could be teased and prodded by his hard tip. He stuck the head in quickly, already feeling her tighten on him. Firmly grasping hold of her hips he slammed deep inside of her viciously tearing in and out of her, through her tightness. She screamed to the top of her lungs, which showed no problem because both Yuzu and Karin were still at school and their father was out doing whatever it was that he did while they were at school, and really the two shouldn't really have been home anyway. He grunted like an animal, slamming in and out of her and panting like crazy. She gasped and moaned, her body bouncing up and down at the fast speed that Ichigo was driving into her. She cried out, scratching down his back and wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Good! Ichigo! It feels so good!" she squeaked loudly as she threw her head back in ultimate pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her skull and her toes curled in and out, she trembled violently reaching her climax. Her nails digging even deeper into Ichigo's flesh causing him to slam into her even harder. The air was filled with the sound of their heat. Intense slapping noises from their bodies colliding over and over and over again until...Rukia screamed one last time before her trembles ceased, and she sank flat onto the mattress in a heap of sweat. A hot, panting, exhausted mess. The vicious fluid covered the bed, an orgasm and blood mix from her having her virginity taken so abruptly. The incredible contractions of her pussy squeezed Ichigo so tight he could barely hold back. He grit his teeth, and moaned loudly. The heat of his body made sweat trickle down onto hers, he was feeling light headed all of a sudden. His panting turned into groans and then he buried his face in her shoulder and neck to muffle himself.

"Ichigo..." she panted running her fingers through his hair, "I...I can't go anymore..."

Ichigo chuckled. His chuckles turned into laughter, and then his laughter turned into maniacal cackling.

"That's too bad." he whispered into her ear. The change in his voice was obvious, and horrifying. The overlapping sound of two people speaking as one only meant one thing... He rose up from her, looking her in the eyes. His tongue hanging slightly out of his mouth from in between his toothy smile. That smile. That absolutely psychotic smile. She gasped, not being able to catch her breath from shock, trying her hardest not to show fear though she was mortified. Here, right now, she was completely trapped under the very thing that not too long ago tried to kill her. It was like death staring her in the face.

"I...Ichigo..." she gasped.

He resumed his cackles of what could be her demise, tilting his head around and straddling over her like a predator would do it's prey.

"Ichigo isn't here. Which means..." he ran his tongue across his bottom lip, sucking it back into his mouth before he leaned back down in Rukia's shoulder. Her breaths were short and shaky, she closed her eyes and braced for the worst. "I've got you all to myself." he whispered into her ear. Rukia trembled. Now was definitely not a time for her to be so excited, especially with something as dangerous as Ichigo's hollow dangling over her. He was pure power, a manifestation of his pure instincts... and maybe, unknowing of it until now, his desire. He slid down her body, grazing her delicate skin with the tips of his pointed canines. At this moment Rukia was either too scared, or just too horny to stop him. Afraid of what he might do if she didn't cooperate. It was no telling what was going to happen from this point on for her.

He ran his teeth along her waist, biting on her hips and trailing his rough wet tongue along the insides of her thighs which he forcibly held pried open with his powerful hands. She grabbed him by his hair holding a tight grip with her eyes slammed shut and her face bright red.

"Stop! Don't lick me down there..."

"I haven't even started," he snickered, "just pretend I'm I-chi-go."

He sounded like a maniac, nothing about the tone of his voice was comforting at all. Especially when saying Ichigo's name. He ran his tongue all the way up her slit roughly, flicking her clit with the tip of it. She bit her lip trying not to moan as he began rolling it around in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it then pulling away leaving it fully erect. He laughed, mentioning how horny Rukia was. It was humiliating. He spread her open with his thumbs allowing him to get an eyeful of her sex.

"Looks delicious." he said teasingly. His tongue slid deep inside her as if it were a snake, scraping against her walls. The thrusts of his tongue alone were powerful enough to make Rukia gasp for air and grip his hair even tighter.

"S-stop...please..." she begged between moans, clamping her legs closed around his head. It was no use. No matter how much she said no her body complied with his actions. It just felt too good. Amazing even. She tilted her head back and gasped loudly, arching her back in pleasure and wrapping her legs around his neck even tighter. He pulled her legs apart wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smiling. The beady pupils of gold in his pitch black eyes stared her entire body down as he squeezed gently on her neck. She covered her eyes with her right arm, ashamed to look at him while he touched her, running his hand from her neck, to her breasts where he stroked them and pinched on her nipples.

"Better than Ichigo could ever do huh? Or wait, I forgot. You wouldn't know now would you?" He said sarcastically, picking her waist up from the bed. "Well don't you worry about that, because I'm going to make it so that the only one you'll ever want fucking you is me!" He turned her body over aggressively, flopping her down onto her stomach. She reached out and grabbed the bars of his headboard, crying out loudly. He yanked her hips up and drilled into her without warning, making her grip harder on the steel bars. The thrusting was even harder, the slapping was even louder, the sex was unquestionably incredible. He'd finally broke her down and out of her resisting stage.

"Yeah!" she cried, "Harder!"

He laughed deviously, leaning over her and forcing his cock even deeper into her, jamming it up until it hit her womb with each powerful blow. He was pounding the very breath from her tiny body, so viciously in fact that she went without making a sound for a couple second simply for the fact that she could barely breathe, and then exploded into a loud lustful moan. He pulled her arms back behind her, kneeling as he fucked her literally silly. Her eyes were rolling back in her skull from the pleasure itself, even though the skin on her backside was tender and red from all the aggressive slamming. His all but loving smile suddenly disappeared, turning into a sudden pained expression. His lip curling up on one side showing his almost fanged teeth gritting and grinding against each other.

"Shit..." he grunted, taking a handful of Rukia's hair and pulling on it forcefully, "you better not cum not until you beg for mine first!"

It was hard enough staying conscious and now he's telling her she can't even cum. It was torture. She was already so close, but was it worth begging for? She whimpered loudly like an animal in heat, "Please!" she cried, "Please cum! Fill me up with your hot cum!"

"Cum where!" he growled, pulling on her hair even harder.

"Inside! Empty your cock inside my pussy! I need it! Please!" she begged for him in desperation, tightening up around him. He began growling viciously, quickening his speed as he slammed into her. Filling the air with curse words and howls of pleasure. "Here it comes!" he exclaimed, his cock throbbing as he shot loads of his semen up inside her, filling her womb. She screeched one last time, rolling her eyes and flopping down onto the mattress in exhaustion. His thick cum came running out of her, puddling on the bed. It was a tremendous amount all on it's own.

"Shit!" Ichigo grunted, slapping his hand over his forehead, "Aw! My fucking head is killing me..."

Rukia giggled, though she was still trying to catch her own breath. He flopped down beside her on the bed, kissing her on the forehead, and apologizing over and over again.

"Rukia...I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again. I swear..."

his words were cut short. She pressed her lips against his in a heated kiss, pulling away only for a second before going back in for more. Her soft warm lips pressing and parting his, allowing their tongues to meet and tangle. He pulled the blanket up over them, rolling over so she lay on top of him for a change.

"I love you." she whispered, lying her head down on his chest. Listening to his calm heartbeat. He smiled warmly, running his fingers through her hair and resting his head on his pillow.

"I love you too, Rukia."