Chapter 8. This one is a bit long, but hope you enjoy it anyway. As always thank you for reading my fic and thank you to all who take the time to review - I appreciate all feedback.
Warning: Contains coarse language and violence. Bit Canon/but mostly OOC. Also the story jumps around a bit at times, and at one point by alot. Rated M for suggestive themes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, but this story is my own.
VIII
Nel sat up with a start as Ichigo came skulking back into her room. The thunderous expression on his face instantly told her something bad had happened. "What-?" His pace not slowing, Ichigo bent down and kissed Nel roughly on the mouth. Nel's eyes went wide and she let out a startled gasp. "ICHIGO!"
"What the hell am I doing?" Suddenly regretting his rash action, Ichigo broke off and slumped into the chair nearby. "Shit," the hurt and guilt etched in his voice.
Nel blinked dumbfounded. It had never occurred to her that she and Ichigo could be anything more than friends - for Ichigo it had and always would be Rukia. And Rukia was her best friend. Ichigo, her best friend's boyfriend. "Did she even think about him like that?" Sure they had grown a lot closer since their time together in Hueco Mundo, but...
Breaking out of her thoughts, Nel took a good look at Ichigo and frowned. His face did not reflect that of tenderness or a moment of affection. He was distraught, guilt-ridden and angry. "What happened with Rukia?" Nel asked quietly.
"I saw her with another guy."
"No way, she wouldn't-" stunned, then her shocked face turned into a scowl. "So this kiss was some sort of revenge act?" She wasn't exactly sure why, but her eyes began to well up.
"You know, I never thought Rukia would do that to me... we've only been gone for three months and this happens? No word, no 'sorry I've moved on', no nothing..." His fists were clenched. Nel had never seen him looking so enraged.
"There has to be a reasonable explanation for it. A long lost brother or something?"
"No way, you don't kiss your fucking brother like that!" Ichigo shuddered. "And don't you start defending that two-timer."
"I said 'or something'..." she muttered defensively, then realised the full connotation of his words. "You saw them kissing?"
"Yeah, practically sucked his face off," he said bitterly. Nel knew Ichigo well enough to know he didn't make things up. He could be dense when it came to some issues; like women and his health; but he was honest to a fault. "Did you know that she's with someone else?"
"What, how could I? I've been with you all this time," Nel said astonished.
"You're her best friend! If anyone knew, it would be you!"
"Well, you're her boyfriend!" she shot back.
"Not anymore! Bet it was that guy she went out with on that mission..." After the incident he'd seen tonight, he was now certain that that black limousine he saw was the same one from that night. True he hadn't actually seen the guy, but it was too much of a coincidence to pass it off.
Nel's throat hitched. Thinking back to that night when Ichigo had dragged Rukia out of the club, and that man with Renji who wanted Rukia, it sent a shiver up her spine - the undeniably cold, hungry look on his face when Rukia passed him. If it was the same guy, Nel sincerely hoped Rukia knew what she had gotten herself into. But then again, this was their Rukia they were talking about- "Rukia, wouldn't do that. She loves you," Nel reasoned.
Ichigo looked like she had just smacked him in the face. "I know what I saw, she did exactly that... And I said, don't defend her!" he growled. At boiling point now, Ichigo stood up, picked up the chair he was sitting on and threw it into the wall, smashing it to pieces. Nel flinched and her bottom lip quivered. Unable to hold it in any longer, tears started to fall in slow thick droplets. Ashamed of himself, Ichigo looked at Nel. "Nel, I'm sorry-"
"I think you should go now," Nel said in a hoarse whisper.
"Look Nel, I said I was sorry-"
At the commotion, Hanatorou came bursting in. "-Is everything alright?" His eyes darted nervously between Nel, Ichigo and the broken chair.
"Yes thanks. He was just leaving," Nel told the medic, gesturing to the orange-haired man present. "And don't let the door hit you on the way out," she mumbled to Ichigo and rolled over, sinking deeper into the blankets. With a resigned sigh, Ichigo walked out.
"Okay. Call me if you need anything," Hanatorou said kindly, then departed. The medic made a mental note to come back later to clear away the broken chair bits.
Left all alone, Nel sobbed into her pillow.
Making his way back to his apartment, Ichigo was thoroughly kicking himself. He'd lost his temper, and what was even worse, he'd taken it out on Nel. It wasn't her fault. To top it all off, he had kissed her and now he felt like the biggest prized jerk.
Exiting the medical division, Ichigo nearly smacked into Ukitake who was briskly heading in his direction. "I came as soon as I heard. It really is true. You have no idea how happy I am to see you alive," Ukitake smiled. Ichigo looked at his teacher dumbly. "Come Ichigo, we need to have a big long talk."
Flashes of the Kuchiki Residence could be seen as the limousine cruised down the long driveway. Tall, lush cedar trees lined both sides of the smoothly paved drive. As they entered the courtyard, rows of wrought-iron lanterns lit the way. A row of servants with suitcases stood proudly awaiting the Lord of the Manor. Rukia, Renji and Ulquiorra exited the limousine with Byakuya leading the way. The line of servants bowed as they entered the house.
As they entered the parlor a kindly middle-aged woman went up to Rukia. "My Lady," she bowed. Rukia flushed at the formality. "Allow me to show you to your room."
Rukia nervously looked at Byakuya. With a nod of his head, Rukia turned and followed the servant. Being ushered in, Rukia peered around at her new bedroom. It was finely decorated as she had expected it to be. "Through that door is the bathroom my Lady," the servant said. "Before I leave I would gladly draw you a milk bath, with lavender, honey and essential oils. Would you care for one?"
"Oh aren't you staying?" Rukia asked.
"No my Lady. We reside here and take care of the property while the Lord is away. Now that he has returned, we take our leave. So I get to go home to my family, and with a whole year's pay too. Our Lord is very generous," the woman beamed.
Rukia smiled. It was another affirmation that Byakuya really was a good man deep down. "Yes thank you, that would be lovely." She hadn't ever experienced a milk bath before, and something told her she was going to be experiencing a whole multitude of new things.
"One more thing, if you want you can lock the shutters. Just pull this lever behind here. Not a ray of sunshine will get through," and moving the curtain aside, the servant woman pointed out a long-handled lever, "For, you know..." she smiled saucily.
"Um thank you." Rukia blushed a little and smiled courteously
"My pleasure." and then left to prepare Rukia's bath.
Alone now, Rukia sighed gustily and placed her backpack beside her four-poster king-sized bed. She roamed around to take in the plush surroundings. Nearing the Oak wardrobe she traced a finger over the design etched into the finely polished ivory-white wood. It was inlaid with midnight blue orchids and silver filigree leaves swirling in and out of each flower. She came to a stop at a card attached to the door. The note read; 'Rukia, for you. Please accept them with my appreciation. -Byakuya'.
Raising an eyebrow, Rukia slid the door open to reveal all manner of fine clothing. Gasping in surprise, she gently rifled through them. They were all so lovely. "This must've cost a fortune," Rukia muttered to herself. Then her eyes fell on a long red satin strapless gown. It was beautiful. Flicking through a few more items she noticed one hanger had a garment cover over it. Taking it off the hook, Rukia laid it on her bed and unzipped the cover. Inside was a full-length midnight blue velvet cloak. A silver cord tie gathered at the collar.
As Rukia felt the glorious fabric in between her fingers the servant woman returned. "Your bath is ready."
"Oh thank you," Rukia stood up straight and went into the bathroom. After her bath, Rukia chose a simple white shirt, slate-blue shift jacket and a white and blue checkered skirt to wear and went in search of Byakuya. If she thought his apartment was large, this Manor was even more-so.
Then traipsing through the hall, she stopped outside of the lounge room and leaned flat against the wall. Byakuya was standing by the ornate marble fireplace, the flames creating a warmth in the room. He wore khaki colored slacks and a white shirt, the top few buttons undone to reveal the white smooth skin of his collarbone, holding a blood goblet in one hand. Renji was beside him, his long crimson-colored hair loose about his waist, talking animatedly. Rukia took a deep breath to steel herself, but that was shattered when Renji called out. "You can't eavesdrop when we can smell you a mile off," he laughed.
Looking sheepish, Rukia stepped into the room. Byakuya just gazed serenely at her. "Well excuse me for living," she quipped.
"Is that an invitation?" Renji remarked.
"Not if you want to die." - "Not even remotely." Byakuya and Rukia said at the same time.
Renji gawked at the pair with a hapless expression on his face. "Heh think I'll go out. You two want to join me?"
"Hardly." - "Not a chance." they said together again.
"So creepy," Renji shuddered in mock-seriousness. "Talk about being a third wheel," and the younger vampire sauntered off.
Rukia stood still, a slight sense of shyness overcoming her. "Come, Rukia." Byakuya beckoned. Rukia moved closer towards him. "Do you approve of your room?" he asked.
"Yes it is very nice... This place is huge, and thank you for the clothes," she smiled graciously.
"You're welcome."
"So what are we going to do tonight?" Rukia inquired.
"I will have to present you to my grandfather and the other Clan leaders."
"Now?"
"No, right now I have something else in mind," Byakuya said mysteriously and scooping Rukia up by the waist, sped out of the lounge.
"Ahh...I-I don't..." blushing furiously.
Byakuya looked down and smiled at her modesty. "Relax, I didn't meant that." Rukia didn't know whether or not to be offended, until he continued, "I intend to make you my wife first."
A little gasp escaped from her lips. "Is that even possible?"
"Yes. Granted it is not a practice we Vampires traditionally have, however you are Human and it seems fitting. In your society is that not a custom performed to signify the ultimate bond between mates?"
At that Rukia couldn't help but chuckle at his terminology. "I keep forgetting how old you are..."
"You did not just call me old," Byakuya growled playfully, and he flipped Rukia onto his back. She laughed and nuzzled her face into his neck, a contented smile played across her mouth. "You are-"
"-Human. Yes you keep reminding me," she whispered softly in his ear.
"Your life is fleeting. Marriage is something I would like to experience - with you..." he said simply. The vampire Lord had seen the romantic custom through the ages, and had not given the institution of marriage more than a second's thought until Rukia came along. Rukia tightened her hold. Realistically, she hadn't given it much thought, but even though they'd only just met a little while ago, she felt like she had known Byakuya for ages.
"If I marry you, will I be turned into a vampire?"
"No, I do not wish that for you," Byakuya said in a cold, calm voice.
"I don't understand. You said so yourself - My life is fleeting. I can die, become ill and age, any number of things. If I remain human, eventually we will be separated. No marriage vow will prevent that from happening."
"Rukia, you will not become what I am. I was born a vampire. I want only to be with you as you are now, for however long I can," came the heartfelt response.
Rukia fell silent. This was a subject she would have to do some serious thinking about on her own. Can a Vampire and a Human really have a relationship together? "Alright, for now. Where are you taking me?" she asked now. They had long ago passed the outskirts of the city.
"You'll see," Byakuya teased.
"I've heard that before," Rukia shot back playfully.
Byakuya whizzed on further then came to a halt atop a large dormant Volcano. Rukia absorbed the breathtaking view in fascination. She hadn't ever traveled further than her home city. "Amazing."
"You haven't seen anything yet," and Byakuya moved on, stopping briefly at various wonders of the World. At last the vampire Lord came to a rest at the top of a tall waterfall, flowing majestically above a lush rainforest. "This is one of my favorite places," Byakuya told her.
Rukia slid off his back to admire the view more closely. Untarnished by modern civilization, the place was incredibly beautiful in its natural habitat. Nearing closer to the edge of the waterfall, Byakuya reached for Rukia's hand, conscious of her precarious position. "It's so beautiful and peaceful here. I can see why you like it," Rukia murmured.
"Not as beautiful as you. I can show you the World. For me, mine is standing right here." gazing deep into her large violet eyes, Byakuya pulled Rukia in closer. "Rukia, will you marry me?"
It was all so fast, but there was no denying what she felt in her heart. Taking a quick peek down at the water behind her, Rukia disentangled herself from his hold. "Yes...if you can catch me," and with an impish smile, Rukia fell backwards off the cliff-face.
It wasn't Byakuya's style to chase things, but this time he would make an exception - he grinned and took off after her. It was an insanely long drop.
Rukia looked up at him with surprise. She was falling, and fast. She closed her eyes. "I trust you... I love you... Will you always be there to catch me if I fall?"
Just then she felt Byakuya's strong arms wrap around her. Rukia opened her eyes as he twisted them around, with him now facing skyward. "Byakuya!" Rukia said astonished - They were still falling.
"Don't let go," he murmured in her ear. The water, sparkling in the moonlight, was rushing up to greet them. Rukia squeezed her eyes shut and hugged Byakuya tightly.
Sploosh! Byakuya and Rukia crashed into the water with a resounding splash. Still locked in an embrace, Byakuya brought them rising to the surface. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," the vampire Lord grinned, a flash of his fangs showing.
"Yes," Rukia breathed.
"NEMU! Kindly tell me why THAT is in my laboratory!" The weird looking thin figure in a lab coat pointed to a disjointed figure lying on an operating slab.
"This subject was brought in by Captain Ichimaru, Mayuri-sama," Nemu said with her hands clasped firmly in front.
"I see, and how did THAT eerie Marionette able to negotiate his way around MY facility? ...Hmm an upgrade in my security protocols is in order." Then the Shifter scientist Kurotsuchi Mayuri inspected the person, prodding it with the elongated nail of his right middle finger. "I have absolutely no interest in a Chimera. Dispose of it," he instructed Nemu and began to walk away.
"Mayuri-sama, repairs and modifications have been requested for the subject," Nemu interjected.
"Hmm now that interests me. And the toxin?" Kurotsuchi looked on in manic glee.
"Already administered, Mayuri-sama."
"GOOD! Nemu, CONTINUE!" The Android, Kurotsuchi Nemu twisted her left hand, turning it into a drill.
Down below the deepest depths of the Las Noches Scientific Research Laboratory, a booming animalistic roar resounded up through the lower levels. The mutated form of a failed 'experiment' had been that of a Gifted human in its previous life. The only thing resembling some sort of hint to its humanity was a couple of snatches of earthen-brown hair. Kurotsuchi stopped what he was doing and picked up his golden scepter. Pressing a button on the top of it he remotely fired a wave of jolts through chains connected to the beast, who roared in pain, then became silent. Satisfied, Kurotsuchi resumed his work.
(Flashback)
"Ah Juushiro, life is good." The two friends - one Gaia-type and one Light-type Gifted, were enjoying a peaceful summer's afternoon.
"Yes it is old friend," Ukitake grinned.
"Who are you calling old? I'm younger than you," with an unmistakable laugh.
"Ah I've lived too long myself."
"Not yet you haven't. When are you going to settle down and have a family? You haven't lived til you've done that my friend," the Gaia-type mused.
"Well said. You truly have been blessed with two beautiful daughters," Ukitake effectively side-stepped the question.
"Yes, I wish their mother was alive today to see them, but I know she would be proud, and I can't regret her eternal gift of giving them to me in the first place."
Ukitake sat there looking thoughtful. It was a tragedy. One night his best friend had met a human woman and fell in love, married her and together they conceived a child. Torn apart by circumstances, it had taken another 13 years of struggle for him to regain his family, only to lose the love of his life a year later. The reward for their pain had been Rukia.
"Juushiro, I love my two daughters more than anything, but I have a gut feeling that Rukia is going to be like me. She's special, I can feel it. I may be biased, but a father knows these things.
"It is a father's prerogative to be biased," Ukitake said wistfully.
"Hisana mothers Rukia so much. I'm proud of her and how strong she is. I know she'll go far. Rukia is so strong-willed, reckless at times, and stubborn-"
"-Like you," the Light-type remarked.
His friend chuckled, then looked thoughtful. "Juushiro can you promise me something?"
"Yes, if I can."
"If I'm right, and Rukia is Gifted - and I'm not here to see her through it - will you take care of her? Protect and cherish her like she was your own?"
"Of course my friend, I promise you that. Though I cannot bear to think that you might not live that long," Ukitake said with a shake of his white-haired head.
"Risks of the job," came the automatic reply. "If only life were that simple."
"Have you considered resigning? Don't take on any more contracts and live out the rest of your years with your daughters."
"Yes I have considered it, but I only have under a year left and there aren't many contracts going that don't involve Vampires..." he smiled wanly, "You know the Academy is offering five years for a Vampire hit? They discovered a Lair belonging to a sub-leader of the Kuchiki vampire clan. Can you imagine? Team of ten - five years apiece. With that I could happily retire, and Rukia would be old enough by then."
"The mission is too perilous. It's not worth the risk," Ukitake said in a slightly hard tone. "What good was five years if you weren't alive to live them?"
"Yes, that is what I keep telling myself. Juushiro whatever you do, please make certain my daughter doesn't become an Operative. Even 'Gifted' I want her to have as much of a normal life as possible..."
"I will do everything in my power to keep that promise," Ukitake vowed.
"Thank you Juushiro, let's drink to that."
(End flashback)
"...So Rukia thinks I'm dead...?" After sitting in Ukitake-sensei's office and listening (for the most part) to his teacher detailing the events since his departure, Ichigo didn't know what to think.
"At the time, we all did." Ukitake had become delighted when he learned that due to a communications error, Kurosaki Ichigo and Neliel Tu Odelschwanck were falsely pronounced dead. Two of his prized students were back. Such young lives hadn't been tragically lost after all.
But still Ichigo was at war with himself, projected by a grumpy expression on his face. "Did knowing this make him feel better?" Only a little. "Did it still hurt?" Painfully.
Ukitake shifted his elbows off his desk to fetch a handkerchief out of his desk drawer. He could feel a niggle in his throat about to erupt into a cough. Unsettling a small stack of papers, Ichigo spied an envelope with his name on it in gold lettering underneath. Gold was the Academy Headmistress' favorite color, which made her stationery unique. "What's that?" Ichigo pointed to the envelope.
Ukitake looked up with a start. The teacher had clean forgotten about this letter that had only arrived that evening. "Oh nothing really," he tried his best to sound nonchalant.
"It's got my name on it," Ichigo wasn't buying into the whole 'it being nothing' act.
Ukitake sighed. "Ichigo, really, you've only just come back. I don't think you should concern yourself with this for the time being. Settle in first."
"I don't know what 'this' is yet," and snatching up the letter, ripped the envelope open. The letter was an offer for Ichigo to become an Operative, in accordance with his immense skills once the half-Gifted/Shifter graduated from first year in a months time. Ichigo finished reading, then slapped the letter back onto the desk. "I'll do it."
"Ichigo, have a think about it first...perhaps you can find Rukia and let her know you're alive. She was extremely devastated when she heard the news," Ukitake pleaded. The teacher had already informed Ichigo of the news that Rukia had left the city.
"Yeah she looked devastated too..." Ichigo snarled sarcastically in his head. "There's nothing to think about. Count me in," he said determinedly.
"At least discuss it with your family first. This isn't a decision that should be made lightly," Ukitake reasoned.
"Sensei, this is what I've been training for. My mind is made up."
Ukitake nodded resignedly. "These young ones today are all so stubborn."
"What's the specialty?" Ichigo asked, as Operatives nowadays were assigned specific fields of expertise.
"Vampires," Ukitake informed his student in a grave tone. The teacher had lost many dear ones to the undead race.
"Got it." Ichigo did not enjoy killing. He felt the need to protect humanity at all costs, and he knew of the constant and growing threat of the Vampire population. Now that the various Vampire factions weren't fighting amongst themselves for territorial dominance, they were spreading like wildfire. "Sensei, I have some unpacking to do." Ichigo rose from the chair and his face set in an impassive expression, he left his teacher's office at Ukitake's dismissal. Rukia would have to wait - Ichigo couldn't deal with it at this time.
Coming home after their little impromptu trip, Byakuya set Rukia down in front of the fireplace, pyro-kinetically reigniting the flames. Rukia smiled to herself at the contradiction, but her happy mood was tempered by Byakuya's fretful mood for her being soaked. "You need to get changed out of those wet clothes," he said sternly.
"I'm fine, see I'm mostly dry." Vamp-speeding so fast, the wind had whipped around her. Amid protests, Byakuya rugged her up in a thick woolen blanket. "Byakuya, really, I'll be fine," Rukia protested again, becoming annoyed at him for spoiling the mood.
His hardened expression didn't change. "You could catch a cold. You will change."
"Come to think of it, I haven't had a cold a day in my life. Maybe it has something to do with my affinity to ice," Rukia mused. "I will get changed soon," mindful of the fact that there wasn't much time til sunrise, then he would leave her for another day.
"Rukia you are being unnecessarily stubborn," and seeing how she wasn't going to change her mind, scooped her up again, blanket and all.
"Stop doing that, you're fussing over nothing," Rukia huffed. As much as she liked being in his arms, she wasn't the only one being stubborn.
Halting in her bedroom, Byakuya saw the velvet cloak laid out on her bed. His face softened slightly. "I see you found it."
"Ahuh," Rukia blushed.
"That cloak belonged to my mother. Now it is yours."
"Really? I-I'll treasure it, thank you ...Your mother, what was she like?" Rukia asked softly.
"Strong and beautiful. Traits you both share," he replied. Rukia couldn't read his emotions. They somehow rarely discussed the subject of their family backgrounds. All she knew was that Byakuya had lost his parents when he was younger, and being a thousand years old that could mean any time. "It would honor me if you were to wear it at our wedding."
Rukia let the blanket drop and she reached for him. Her damp clothes clung to her petite frame. "I'd love to, but we are going to talk about your family at some point because I want to know more about you."
"Very well. For now, it is time I rested and you-"
"-Get changed, yes," Rukia shot him a wry smile. Her eyes flicked to her bed. Byakuya gave her a look, but said nothing. Rukia answered her own thought, "...Not until we're married, right?" She had meant sleeping, nothing more, since the shutters could be locked against the blazing sun.
Byakuya kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Goodnight Rukia."
"Goodnight Byakuya," and then he was gone. "Who knew vampires could be so traditional," she thought to herself as she carefully hung her cloak back up in the wardrobe and changed into her pyjamas.
Being in a new place, Rukia had difficulty sleeping so giving up on the idea of further sleep, she got up. The house was so quiet. On impulse Rukia headed for the room of the only person she could talk to at that time. Knocking on his bedroom door down the hall from hers, Rukia called out, "Ulquiorra, are you awake?" She half expected to see one eye floating around in the hall, but so far, nothing.
"I am now," came the slightly disgruntled reply.
"Can I come in?"
"...Yes."
Rukia entered Ulquiorra's bedroom to see the Shifter sitting up on a plush woolen rug next to his bed. Obviously he was sleeping on the floor again. "Why do you sleep on the floor, if you have a bed?"
"I am not used to sleeping in beds. I prefer the floor," he replied simply.
"Oh is it a dragon thing?"
Ulquiorra sighed inwardly. "Must everything be a thing?" But then again, it was a logical conclusion, and he was becoming accustomed to Rukia and her inquisitiveness. "When you spend most of your life sleeping on a stone, hard dungeon ground, you get used to it. I tried the bed once, but it was uncomfortable."
Rukia was astonished and saddened at the same time. "Would you mind telling me about it some time? I'd like to know."
Giving her a slight nod, Ulquiorra tilted his head to the side, "Only if you tell me what it is you're wearing..." Noticing her odd cartoon-like pyjamas, he had to know if it was supposed to be comical or not.
"Don't tell me you've never heard of Chappy?" Rukia shot him a weirded-out expression.
"Chappy?" Ulquiorra asked flatly. He remembered Rukia had said that name in her sleep after grabbing him on that night Byakuya had brought her home. Until now, he had wiped the slightly disturbing memory from his mind.
"Chappy the bunny? You-don't-know-Chappy-the-bunny?" she exclaimed.
"How do I resemble a bunny?" Ulquiorra folded his arms across his bare chest.
"Huh? ...Oh," Rukia snorted, "Have I called you that in my sleep?"
Ulquiorra shrugged it off and then shuffled over to make space on the rug. "Yes, but nevermind, call it temporary insanity." Rukia shot him an indignant look, but kept quiet. Ulquiorra gestured for her to sit down. "I'll tell you about myself if you really want to know." And doing so, she listened intently to his sad tale.
...
The month had passed in a blur, and now it was time for Byakuya to present Rukia to his grandfather and the sub-leaders of his clan. Rukia missed Byakuya on the nights he was gone due to work and clan commitments and she cherished their time together. Still she was there to greet him when he awoke and to say goodnight when he laid down to rest. Some nights those brief moments were all they had. Finally the time had arrived. Tonight was the night...
Attending to the last finishing touches of her hair, Rukia examined herself in the mirror, smoothing out the front of her silver full-length dress as she turned side to side. Then with a knock on her bedroom door, Renji called out, "Oi Rukia, are you decent?"
"Would it matter if I wasn't...?" Rukia retorted. She knew her flirtatious vampire friend too well.
"Yeah you're right," and he burst in wearing a cheeky grin on his face. "Don't want to be late-" Renji broke off at the sight of Rukia in her gown.
"Don't look so disappointed," she said in mock-seriousness.
"I'm not. You look- you look-" Renji stammered.
"I look what?" Rukia bit her lip nervously.
"Really hot!" he managed at last.
Rukia stalked over to him and punched him in the arm. "Dammit Renji, don't tease me like that. I'm freaking out enough as it is."
"You- freaking out- that's a new one..."
"Renji!" Rukia said exasperatedly. Her tiny frame involuntarily shook and her stomach twisted in knots.
"Hey," Renji cajoled and put an arm around her to still her shaking. The pair had developed a sort-of brother/sister relationship and the vampire had never seen her so anxious. "What are you so worried about? You look hot, and everything is going to work out great."
"Is looking 'hot' a good thing in a group of vampires?" Rukia said wanly.
"Heh, works for me," Renji remarked with a sly grin.
Rukia shook her head and smiled. "Idiot."
"Made you smile," he laughed.
"Where is Byakuya anyway? Is he waiting downstairs?" she queried.
"No, he's already at the Cathedral. Ulquiorra and I are escorting you there."
"Oh I thought he would be taking me..." Rukia was a little surprised by this fact.
"Well it is bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding," Renji said casually.
"WHAT? WHAT WEDDING?" Rukia gasped in shock.
"Ah...yours...? He didn't tell you." Renji's face mirrored hers though for a different reason.
"Ahh..."
"Rukia?"
"Ahh..."
"Is that all you can say, 'Ahh...'?"
"Ahh... pinch me..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Renji pinched her arm.
"Ow! What did you do that for?" Rukia huffed.
"You said so!"
"It was a figure of speech!" she exclaimed. Though still agape, Rukia attempted to regain her composure. "I thought I was going to meet the other clan leaders. Now I find out that it's also my wedding night!" If Renji hadn't been holding her, she would've fainted.
"Shit, that sucks." Renji muttered, then seeing her aghast expression, added, "I didn't mean that literally..." Rukia started to hyperventilate. "Hey easy there, don't lose it." At his words, Rukia steadied her breathing. "Now that you know, are you going to go through with it?" Renji asked worriedly.
"Yes," she replied without hesitation, "Only I guess I would've liked to have known earlier..."
"Well you love Byakuya right?" Renji still looked concerned.
"Yes..." Rukia bit her lip again while Renji just waited, sensing the 'but'. "Does he love me?"
"You haven't figured that out yet? I think pre-wedding jitters is making you go funny in the head," Renji shook his head. Rukia looked at him beseechingly, biting her lip again. It was confirmation she was wanting. For a change Renji picked up on the hint. "Yeah he does. Anyone can see that," came the earnest reply. "Look Rukia, I don't believe in any of that 'fate' bullshit, but with you two it's meant to be, you know..." Renji trailed off, not quite managing to finish what he was trying to say.
"Corny, but sweet," Rukia gazed at the vampire fondly. She knew that despite his womanizing ways, he had a good heart and would be a devoted, loving partner if he allowed himself to be. "Thank you Renji, it means alot to me to hear you say that. Happiness can be yours too, if you just open yourself up."
"Eh whatever. Enough of the soppy talk, you're creeping me out," Renji huffed, and was once again met with an endearing smile.
"Okay."
"So, we're good now?"
"Yes, I'm ready. Soon I'll be Byakuya's wife." Rukia took a deep breath.
"Heh that's better." Renji moved for them to get going.
"Oh wait, I have to get my cloak." Rukia ran back to the wardrobe to get it. Byakuya would be expecting her to wear it and she would not let him down.
"I'll meet you downstairs okay, there's something I need to do first," and Renji left, pulling his cellphone out of his pocket at the same time.
Nel reread the text message a dozen times, willing herself not to cry. It had been from Renji, and she was crushed;
'-Nel, I'm no good for you. You deserve better. Don't call me again-'
Just then there was a knock at the door. Nel looked up with a start, brushing at her eyes as she got up to answer it. It was Ichigo, looking handsome in a shirt and suit trousers. "Hey, you ready?"
Nel managed a weak smile and nodded, "Yeah. How do I look?"
Ichigo's eyes lingered over her appearance, careful to remain casual. Wearing a long figure-hugging aquamarine off-the-shoulder dress with a simple diamond pendant necklace, she looked stunning - Not that he would admit that.
"You look nice...for a girl."
"Wow with compliments like that, I bet you have women lining up on your doorstep," Nel said sarcastically and rolled her eyes. "You don't look half-bad yourself," she added.
"Whatever," Ichigo muttered, "Can we just go already?"
"Hang on, I'll just grab my purse," she turned back around to grab her purse and keys, shoving her cellphone into the handheld accessory at the same time. Pushing Renji out of her mind, Nel locked up and vacated her apartment with Ichigo. She was determined not to let anything dampen her spirits for tonight's big occasion. "Can you believe it Itsygo? We're actually graduating," the Shifter grinned.
"Yeah," Ichigo grinned back, and slinging his arm around her neck, he led his friend to the Assembly Hall where their Graduation ceremony was being held. The next night they would begin their lives partnered up as Operatives 19 & 20.
"If only Rukia were here with us. Have you found out where she is yet?" Nel asked.
"Nope," Ichigo grunted. After he had settled down, he and Nel had made up and he had gone to visit Hisana in the hopes of learning Rukia's whereabouts. Ichigo had always had an uneasy relationship with his former girlfriend's overbearing older sister, but that last visit had been fruitless. Hisana didn't know where Rukia was, and strangely acted like Rukia had died or something.
Nel was undeterred. "Well one day we'll see her again, I just know it."
In the Inner sanctum alongside his grandfather, Byakuya awaited the arrival of the sub-leaders. The two Kuchiki Lords had discussed at length Byakuya's nuptials and though Ginrei was agreeable, the Vampire Elder was put out at having to wait to finally meet the intended bride. "Rukia will be brought to me first," Ginrei said firmly.
"Yes grandfather," Byakuya affirmed. He had already given Renji and Ulquiorra strict instructions and had anticipated his grandfather's aforementioned meeting. As it was, Byakuya was grateful his grandfather didn't oppose the notion of him mating with a non-vampire, since an heir produced from their coupling would not be a Pure-blooded vampire.
Szayel was the next to arrive, bowing low. "My Lord Byakuya and Elder Ginrei," his pink-colored locks swaying ever so slightly at the action. Impeccably dressed in a blue and white suit, the vampire Scientist posed for effect. Noticing Byakuya was dressed in especially fine clothes, Szayel's cheeks tinged pink in admiration. "Byakuya, your attire is more exquisite than usual," he breathed. The vampire Lord promptly ignored him, though Szayel wasn't offended. The smitten vampire did not think himself worthy of Byakuya's attention.
Kenpachi and Yachiru entered next, just as Byakuya spoke up, "Szayel kindly see to it that Nnoitra refrains from exsanguinating my priest," his voice accentuated his displeasure. Though confused at the revelation of a human present, Szayel did as he was bid.
Yachiru bounded up to Byakuya expectantly while the latter pretended not to notice. "Aww Byakushi," her face was set in a pouting, impatient and anticipatory expression. Byakuya arched an eyebrow at the young vampire's use of the nickname, though anyone in their circle would know that this was a regular occurrence between the two. Verging on the point of poking her tongue out, Byakuya finally handed her a bag of lollies. Yachiru grinned unashamedly, her little fangs showing and happily took the seat next to her father.
Meanwhile Kenpachi who waited for their little ritual to end, turned his attention to Byakuya, "Feasting on the devout? Byakuya you devil."
"His presence is for my nuptials," the vampire Lord informed the pair. Cirucci marched into the Inner sanctum in time to hear the announcement. As did Nnoitra and Szayel, the former running his tongue over his lips, peeved at being denied the tempting snack. The coven of vampires were stunned at the shock revelation.
"WHAATTTTT!" Cirucci shrieked.
"My Lord, you jest do you not?" Szayel asked on the brink of despair.
"Jest? No you pansy, he does not," Nnoitra insulted Szayel.
"I think I just heard a bubble pop- on your fantasies," Cirucci scornfully added.
"Enough," Byakuya's tone was cold.
The three bickering vampires became silent and took their seats. Kenpachi grinned, "So who's the vampy ball n chain you're hooking up with?"
"My intended is not Vampire," the vampire Lord announced. Cirucci and Szayel both made a noise similar to that of gagging, while Nnoitra's mouth disappeared into a thin line. Kenpachi remained bemused.
"Ooh Byakushi is getting married to a Human?" Yachiru's face matched her father's from ear to ear.
"This can't be happening..." Szayel confessed miserably.
"Eternity would pass and you still wouldn't have what you yearn for, you simpering excuse for a vampire." Nnoitra was thoroughly pissed off at Szayel's pathetic display.
Then Ginrei's deep booming voice stilled the commotion once more, "Your Lord has chosen a bride, and that is final."
But Cirucci wasn't satisfied. "So you are condoning this action?" she asked. At Ginrei's hard look, added, "My Lord Elder," and bowed in acquiescence.
"It is so, and you will all remain to attend the ceremony this evening," Ginrei declared.
All the vampires remained silent with differing expressions on their faces with the exception of Kenpachi who strode over to Byakuya and thumped him on the back. "Old devil, didn't pick you for the marrying kind." Byakuya was startled at the unexpected action, but quickly regained his composure.
"Well how long do we have to wait-" Cirucci began then broke off at the sudden aroma of a Human scent.
"Mmm smells tasty," Nnoitra flicked his tongue out again. He was awarded with the renowned Kuchiki death glare.
As per instruction Renji entered the Inner sanctum alone and looked to Byakuya. "Master," he bowed.
Byakuya nodded then said, "Grandfather, at your leave." and he strode out of the side door to the antechamber where the petrified Priest waited, frantically praying for his survival once the abhorrent ceremony was concluded.
At Ginrei's nod, Renji fetched Rukia and brought her to face the Lord Elder and the Clan sub-Leaders. Recognizing her, Cirucci scowled in silent fury, while Ginrei emotionlessly inspected the self-conscious human female. "Your name is Rukia, correct?" Ginrei inquired.
"Yes...my Lord Elder," Rukia replied shyly. She had spent the entire trip to the Cathedral a nervous basket-case, pumping Renji for last-minute information on Vampire etiquette.
"Rukia, I see you bear the cloak of my grandson's mother. You honor our family by this." It wasn't quite a smile, but Rukia could not sense any malice behind Ginrei's manner.
"The honor is mine," she responded respectfully and bowed. Ginrei's face then belied a little warmth. His piercing grey eyes, much like Byakuya's, seemed to denote his approval.
Then Rukia spun around at the tugging of her cloak. Yachiru gazed curiously at her. "Do you like candy?"
"Yes..." Rukia answered in a puzzled tone.
"Do you have any right now?" Yachiru asked again, hopeful.
"No sorry, I don't," Rukia apologised.
Yachiru frowned momentarily, then grinned cheekily. "You'll learn."
"Do you like candy?"
"Haaiiii. Byakushi brings me some every time," Yachiru replied.
"Byakushi?" Rukia chuckled. "I'll remember to bring extra next time," she told the little vampire.
Yachiru walked to Ginrei and leaned on his shoulder. "Gramps, I like her." referring to Rukia. Ginrei arched an eyebrow at Yachiru, but said nothing. She was the only one who could get away with such familiarity. Yachiru returned to Kenpachi's side.
Ginrei rose and addressed Rukia. "It is time. Are you prepared?"
"Yes," Rukia stated resolutely. Reading Rukia's varied emotions, the vampire Elder finally gestured for her to proceed to the antechamber. She noticed a pink-haired male looking as if he was about to burst into tears, a purple-haired female who had 'nasty piece-of-work' stamped on her pale white forehead and another male with black hair who had the look of one that would eat her in a heartbeat. Besides Ginrei and Yachiru there remained a last vampire sub-leader. The muscle-bound Kenpachi was ominous-looking, but didn't seem to mind Rukia's presence.
Renji cozied up to her, "Heh you passed the old man's appraisal." Rukia shot him a nervous smile. "Come on Rukia, you can do better than that. Want me to pinch you again?" he laughed.
"I think I'll mange," she rolled her eyes. "And thanks Renji." Rukia gave him a quick hug and waited patiently for her cue.
...
The moon shone full and bright through the stained glass windows of the Cathedral. The center stage which included the balcony and pillars was splendidly decorated with overhanging and entwining perennial vines and white Sakura blossoms. Enormous candle-lit chandeliers hung from the high-arched ceiling setting the whole church hall awash in warm soothing light.
Byakuya stood proudly next to his grandfather, awaiting Rukia's ascent down the aisle.
The priest stood there calmly. Love is love, regardless of race, regardless of creed.
Holding a bouquet of white roses, Rukia made her way to Byakuya, the soft music of what was now their song playing faintly overhead.
Taking one hand in his, Byakuya raised them up. Ginrei wrapped a serpentine chain around their conjoined hands, then the priest began the ceremony.
Their gazes locked as if no one else existed. She felt as if her heart would burst from being so desired and so loved by this stunningly beautiful creature. He had never felt like this before, and he hadn't meant to either. What had begun as a primal need to procreate had turned into something deep and meaningful. His entire existence had been shrouded in blood and yet here she was giving him hope, love and purpose...
A silver tray was brought forward with a gem-encrusted silver chalice and a small silver knife on it. Byakuya took the chalice while Rukia picked up the knife. Biting his finger, he squeezed a few droplets of blood into the chalice which was a quarter-filled with a red liquid. Rukia pricked her finger with the knife and repeated the action. Byakuya's eyes momentarily flashed. Taking it in turns, Byakuya drank then handed it to Rukia. As she brought the cup to her lips the smell of wine and blood filled her nostrils, then she placed the emptied cup back on the tray.
And then Ginrei presented them with a dark red velvet cushion, two silver rings lay on top. The larger ring had a thick band with a crest insignia in the center. A thin blue line of crushed sapphires ran through the middle. The smaller ring was intricately welded into a thorn link design and fettered with tiny diamonds. A large tear-drop cut sapphire sparkled in the center.
Reciting after the priest, first Byakuya and then Rukia took the rings and slipped them on each others fingers.
"Rukia. We are now one..." Byakuya chanted.
"Byakuya. For all eternity..." Rukia finished.
Still bound by the chain around his right arm and her left, Byakuya enveloped Rukia in an embrace.
Sealed with a Kiss. A Lover's Oath. Bound by Blood. Forged into One Soul.
A/N: A special thanks to; BexBlueDragon, XLightningX, YuzurihaNoRyuu, diana, pigsinthesky, and BlackAngel'sWrath for your reviews - An extra special thanks to; ANF-Byaruki, AkuRokuTurkTrainee, JessicaTrueBlood, PAMILA DE CASTRO, CielDoll, quietreaper, lobsterstarfruit for your reviews for the previous Chapter, especially in regards to the fight scene. All of your invaluable input means alot to me.
