Well here's the next chapter! I'm not sure how often I will be updating now since I've been so busy, I'm at the airport like 24/7, night shifts are fun, I like them better, but hey I'll see if I can work out a more flexible schedual.
Enjoy! And let me know what you think.
"That's all you remember? You don't remember anything else?" Asked Ichigo; Rukia shook her head. He and Rukia were inside Yoruichi's living room; they were both drinking hot tea and sitting on two different couches
"No, only that, but I'm convinced that it happened, it seems more real than any of my other memories," said Rukia nervously taking a sip of her tea.
"That's a start, I'm sure very soon you'll remember everything," said Ichigo, so far Rukia remembered everything from when she came across Gin at the bridge, to when Byakuya got stabbed by Gin.
"I can't make any sense of it though, there are all these things I remember, but I don't know what they are, or how they worked… it's as if I've seen it for the first time but yet…I don't know, it's hard to explain," she said; her eyes brimming with tears again, "but if it's true…then Gin tried to kill me," she said finally bursting into tears. She placed the tea on the coffee table and rested her forehead in her hands; Ichigo sat next to her; he looked at her unsure about whether to hold her or not; then opted not to.
"I tried telling you…it will be okay though, when you remember everything you'll learn to accept it," said Ichigo unsure of how to comfort her; he patted her awkwardly on the back.
"In this…other life, Gin and I…what exactly are we to each other?"
"Are you sure you want to know, what if you get more upset?"
"I'll be fine, I need to know," she said clasping his hand tightly and looking at him through watery eyes. Ichigo couldn't deny her the information she wanted, not when she looked at him like that, with such hopelessness.
"Gin, was a captain, just like your brother Byakuya. I wasn't there when you first met him, but from what you told me…you weren't the best of friends. You rarely interacted with each other, but when you did, you said you felt scared, like there were snakes slithering all over you. Gin, Gin and Aizen betrayed you and all of your friends, they fooled soul society, and were the ones that planned your execution, Gin, Gin tried to kill you, but Byakuya interfered, like you remember. The sadistic bastard enjoys making you suffer, that's the only explanation for what he did to you this time around," said Ichigo clutching his own fist angrily.
"So, everything you're saying is true?" She asked him sobbing; Ichigo looked at her sympathetically and nodded. "Oh Ichigo, why did he do this to me? Why?" She asked crying as she wrapped her arms around Ichigo; Ichigo froze for a second, but then held her tightly.
"It's okay Rukia, don't worry, everything will be okay, I promise, I'll make him pay," said Ichigo; he was furious with Gin Ichimaru at the moment, he had never seen Rukia cry like this, not even the night she was forced to leave back to soul society.
"I'm gonna be late for school! Mom do you know where…my backpack is?" Asked Toshiro walking into the living room; Nanao was in the living room with a suitcase, "where are you going?"
"Listen, Toshiro, I have to go somewhere," she said walking over to him and running her hand on his cheek, "you will understand very soon, I'm sure, I will see you soon, I promise."
"But mom, why are you leaving?" He asked trying to hide his sadness.
"I…I have somewhere I need to be, and it's very important, I will be waiting for you there when you remember," she said.
"Remember what? What are you talking about?"
"Relax, you'll remember soon enough, but I can't tell you myself," she said beginning to get teary-eyed, "Listen Shiro, I want you to know that the time I've spent as your mother has been very special, you awoke a part of me that I never even knew existed, with you…I experienced the wonders of motherhood, and I thank you for that," she said; then she kissed his cheek and left the house.
Toshiro was stunned, he didn't know what to think, what to say, his mother had left, and there was something different in her eyes, something that told him she wouldn't be coming back.
"You ready Nanao?" Asked Hisagi, he was standing outside a car with Chad and Ikkaku.
"Yeah," said Nanao wiping the tears from her eyes.
"What, is the sassy little lieutenant getting emotional?" Asked Ikkaku; Nanao punched him in the face causing him to fall to the ground; Hisagi laughed.
"Chad, carry Ikkaku inside the car; I'll help Miss Nanao with her bags," said Hisagi.
"Yeah," said Chad; he picked up Ikkaku and threw him inside in the backseat of the car; then he climbed next to him.
"Don't listen to him, he didn't go through what you did, some of us got it easier than others."
"Yes, you got to be rock stars while I was stuck playing wife to my captain and babying the captain of squad ten," said Nanao cheering up.
"Well hey, at least you didn't get stuck playing Rukia's or Orihime's roles," said Hisagi.
"You're right, poor girls, I can't imagine the emotional scarring, how could they be so cruel?"
"Well that's Aizen and Gin for ya, they love to fuck with peoples' minds," said Hisagi.
"Yes, and they'll pay for that, I swear they will," said Nanao.
"Yes, they will, well let's go, you can stay in our apartment while we wait for Ichigo; he and Ukitake already know; they're working on some kind of plan. Kuchiki-san is with us too, but she doesn't remember everything yet; she's a wreck as it is, now imagine when she remembers everything," said Hisagi.
"Poor Rukia."
"Here you go!" Said Orihime ecstatically as she placed a plate of scrambled eggs with red bean paste, ice cream, hot sauce, and anchovies in front of Ishida.
"I'm not very hungry."
"Oh come on, cheer up! I'm sure your wife will come to her senses soon," she said; Ishida didn't want to let her know that it wasn't because he was sad…but because of the food; now that she mentioned it he planned to use that as an excuse.
"I'm sorry Orihime, I'm just not in the mood."
"Oh, I understand, you can cry on my shoulder if you'd like, then we can eat ice cream with anchovy sauce and watch The Notebook!"
"Umm…I'd rather not," he said.
"Okay, well, I'll put this away for you and wash the dishes then," said Orihime grabbing the plates and throwing them in the dishwasher; when she closed the dishwasher and walked away, her apron got stuck in the handle and ripped.
"Oh no! Ishida-sama I ripped your wife's apron! I'm so sorry I'm such a klutz!" Said Orihime embarrassed.
"It's okay, just give it to me and I'll fix it. Let me get the needle," said Ishida; he looked through the kitchen drawers for the needle while Orihime took the apron off. Once Ishida found the needle, he sewed the apron to perfection in one swift movement; Orihime looked at him surprised.
"Wow Ishida-sama, I didn't know you could sew so well," she said impressed.
"Neither did I, it must be the frequent stitching I do at the hospital," he said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, that must be it!" Said Orihime enlightened.
"Speaking of which, I should be getting to work, I'll see you later Orihime," he said standing up.
"Bye."
"I've been thinking Gin, perhaps it would be best to take Rukia to Hueco Mundo, to keep her away from Kurosaki," said Aizen; he and Gin were inside Aizen's limo.
"But they haven't even met," said Gin smiling.
"Yes they have," said Aizen; the smile on Gin's face faded, "Ulquiorra told me so, apparently through Yoruichi Shihoin, were you aware that Ichigo is a rising rock star?"
"No, I thought we gave him the role of a construction worker," said Gin.
"We did, someone is in on this, someone managed to tweak my design," said Aizen trying to suppress his anger.
"But who?"
"I don't know someone intelligent…and powerful, I'm thinking it could have been the freak Mayuri, Urahara, or maybe even Yamamoto. But…there are other Shinigami whose powers I've yet to witness, like Kurosaki's father, his abilities are a mystery to me, there are many others whose abilities can be easily underestimated."
"Yeah, but if ya ask me, I'd start with Urahara," said Gin.
"No, I was very careful with Urahara, he was the first I placed under a trance, it wouldn't surprise me if he starts to remember, but I know he couldn't have been the one to cause the glitch," said Aizen.
"I wonder who it was then," said Gin scratching his chin thoughtfully.
"We're here Ichimaru-sama," said Halibel who was the chauffer.
"We will discuss this another time, bring Rukia to me while she is asleep," said Aizen; Gin nodded.
Nanao was sitting on a couch in the living room with Hisagi, Chad, and Ikkaku. Hisagi kept on staring at Nanao and she blushed looking away whenever she met his gaze. Noticing they were wanted in the room, Ikkaku and Chad left to the kitchen.
"So…we share the same fake memories right?" Asked Hisagi.
"Yeah I guess," said Nanao.
"You were my first love, how could you cheat on me with Kyoraku like that?!" He said laughing.
"Shut up," said Nanao annoyed and punched him in the arm.
"Seriously, I wonder who came up with all these scenarios, Aizen must have spent some time to design our lives so dramatically," said Hisagi laughing.
"I know, I guess he never liked me to give me such a role," said Nanao.
"Well, he doesn't like Ichigo either, and he made him a rock star."
"Yeah, I wonder why he did that. It wasn't a very smart move since he made Rukia a model," said Nanao, "speaking of which, where is Kurosaki? It's getting late."
"He probably went out with Kuchiki somewhere, everyone knows how he feels about her now…he's probably taking advantage of her depression to catch her on the rebound," said Hisagi; Nanao punched him in the arm again. Just then Ichigo walked inside with a bag of groceries.
"Hey where's Rukia?" Asked Ikkaku as he and Chad walked into the living room.
"She said she'd be back later, she needed to take care of something."
"And you let her?! What if something happens to her?" Said Ikkaku.
"Nothing will as long as they don't know that she remembers; I told her to play along with her usual routine like nothing happened, besides, she probably wants to go talk to Byakuya or something," said Ichigo.
Rukia ran through the streets of Shanghai like a crazy person. It was raining, and her white coat and lavender sundress were getting soaked. Her heel broke, and she took off her shoes. She crashed into numerous people along the way, her eyes were covered with tears and rain, and she could not see.
Once she finally got there, she stood in front of the hotel and stared at it. Ichigo told her they'd be leaving soon, and she wouldn't be coming back. Before leaving there was something she wanted…no, needed to do. She needed to see him one last time, she needed to see for herself that it was a lie, otherwise she would not be able to forget him.
She ran over to the elevator and ran out the hall once the elevator got to the floor. She knocked on the door anxiously, waiting for him to answer.
Gin was setting up the table for a dinner for two, Rukia said she'd be coming tonight to finish what they started. There was a frantic knock on the door, and he finished lighting the candles to answer. He opened the door with a smile, but that smile quickly faded when he saw what state she was in. She was soaking wet, panting, her hair was a mess, carrying her heels in her hands and she was crying.
"Rukia what happened?" He asked concerned.
"Gin…I…" she said, but before she could finish she started crying.
"Come inside, I'll let you borrow some of my clothes," he said bringing her inside and closing the door, "ya know where my shirts are, I'll be waiting here."
Rukia nodded and left to Gin's room, the room that once belonged to both of them. She took off all of her clothes, and put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. When she walked back to the living room, Gin was sitting on a couch waiting for her patiently. By now she had stopped crying, and took a seat next to him.
"What happened?" He asked; he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
"Gin…do you love me?" He was taken aback by the question, but answered nonetheless.
"Ya know I do," he said; she pulled away to look him in the eyes.
"Are you telling me the truth? Do you mean it?" The distress in her eyes stirred something in him; he opened his ruby eyes to look intently into hers. The question she had just asked him was one he had been asking himself lately, and he didn't know why. Did he love her? That question had been echoing in his mind so frequently, and he couldn't shut it out. That voice screaming in his head that he adored her…that he couldn't hand her over to Aizen, that he needed her. He'd been struggling with himself to keep those thoughts out, the memory of her warmth, her skin, her voice, the depth of those sparkling violet eyes…did he love her?
"You don't do you?" She asked hopelessly, bringing him out of his reverie.
"No," he said simply; her cheeks became covered in tears, "you want to know why I don't love you?" He asked wiping away her tears; she turned away from him.
"No, I don't."
"Well, I'll tell ya anyway," said Gin turning her to look at him again, "because, Rukia, what I feel for you…it's not joyful love like the one you see with young couples…or even a hopeful one like the one at weddings. It's a dangerous love, a scary one, one that will kill me a thousand times…only to resurrect me and kill me again. It terrifies me Rukia," said Gin beginning to tremble, finding himself at the verge of tears, touching her face with his fingertips.
"Gin…what's happening to us?" She asked touching his face
"I don't know."
"This won't end well…will it? We're doomed."
"We were doomed from the beginning," he said
"And even so…?" She asked as fresh tear drops rolled down her cheeks.
"Even so," he said smiling at her, a smile unlike all of his other ones, a genuine one. She wrapped her arms around his neck a crashed her lips to his ardently. She straddled him and covered his face and neck with kisses. Placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer; she gasped when she felt him pressing against her.
"Gin," she said pulling her face away from him momentarily to look at him, "Gin, make love to me," she said looking into his eyes as she caressed his face.
He gazed into her eyes, then pecked her lips briefly before trailing down her neck. His hands slid painfully slow under the shirt and up her back, he trailed his hand over to the front, and grasped one of her breasts; she moaned pleased and arched into him. She helped him by taking the shirt off, then proceeded to unbutton the buttons of his shirt. She ran her tongue over the pale skin she exposed, while he ran his hands eagerly all over her warm and soft body.
Gin's shirt was thrown to the floor, and Rukia searched his mouth again, sliding her tongue inside his mouth, where the two dueled relentlessly. She pressed her breasts against his chest, not finding herself close enough to him; her hands entangled in his hair while his found their home underneath her boxers and grasping her derriere. She moaned into the kiss as she felt Gin tugging at the boxers; he carried her in his arms, and in a flash they were inside the bedroom.
He lied her on the bed then crawled on top of her; in an instant his lips were on hers again.. He ran his hands down her body, his lips gliding down the same path. His lips found her breasts and his mouth closed around her rosy buds, he licked and nipped at them lightly, causing her to gasp. She ran her hands through his hair, arching into him; her moans encouraged him, and he suckled on her beasts eagerly.
Once he was finished, he kissed the swollen nipples lightly, before trailing his lips down her stomach. He stopped briefly at her navel, sensually rolling his tongue inside, then proceeded lower. Once he reached the boxers, he removed them in one swift movement, and his fingers glided along her folds. He looked at her apex intently, removed his fingers and placed a feather-light kiss on her clit that caused her to clutch the bed sheets. He spread her folds open with his fingers, and kissed softly around her opening. He slid his hot tongue inside, massaging her walls as his hands ran themselves up and down her thighs.
"Gin!" She gasped, she was losing herself, and the fact that it was Gin doing that to her, made it that much better. He stopped, then ran his lips slowly back up her body; he reached her lips and kissed her again. She helped him take off his pants, and he positioned himself between her legs. He looked into her eyes and smiled at her; he ran his hands in her hair, and bit gently at her earlobe before licking it.
He slipped into her, and unlike before, moved gently inside of her. It was so different, she could feel the sensitive skin of his member creating a delicious friction as it slowly rubbed against the textured skin of her interior. He whispered incoherent words into her ear, words she could not decipher because she was lost in the sensation. His fingers went to her clit, and rubbed it lightly; her hands ran themselves down his chest, leaving scratches where they roamed, and her lips went to his neck, sucking, biting, claiming., if anything this time she was the rough one. Soon she found she could not stop moaning; her hips thrust upwards to meet him, wrapping her legs tightly around him to bury him deeper inside of her.
She felt him tense, and at that moment, felt her walls tighten around him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he rested his chin on top of her head, holding her tightly as he shot inside of her. When it ended, he refused to let go of her, afraid that she would leave the moment he separated his body from hers. Hesitantly, he let go, and slipped out of her. Tired, she lied facing down, but turned her face to look at him.
"You look beautiful," he said running his hand down her spine; she smiled at him.
"So do you," she said; he laughed. He rested for a while, then started playing with her body again, her eyes were closed, but he knew she was awake because of the rhythm of her breathing.
He ran his hands down her body, and kissed his way down her spine; she felt pleasant shivers as his tongue glided over the sensitive skin. He heard her gasp when he reached her derriere and licked along the bottom of one of the cheeks.
"You're not tired?" She asked giggling.
"No, not really," he murmured against the small of her back.
"I'll tell you what," she said turning on her side to face him, "let's take turns."
"I like the sound of that," he said contemplating.
"Why?"
"Because that means we can do it numerous times tonight."
"You perv," she said hitting his arm lightly; then surprised him by crawling over him and straddling him suddenly. She kissed him on the lips. She took him in her hands, and eased her hips down, gently impaling herself to him. She rolled her hips gently, then faster and with more force. Years would pass, and Rukia would never forget that night, a night of many sins...a night of many blessings.
Ichigo was sitting in the living room, filled with worry, it was four in the morning and Rukia wasn't back yet. Perhaps Ikkaku was right, he shouldn't have let her go out alone. Just then, Rukia walked through the door, she was tired, and looked very depressed.
"Rukia, where were you?! Have you any idea how worried I was?!"
"I'm sorry Ichigo," she said quietly; immediately Ichigo felt guilty for yelling at her.
"Did you take care of what you needed to do?"
"Yes, I'm finished, it's over now,"
"Well, I'm glad, we have a lot of work ahead of us; we'll be leaving to the Himalayas tomorrow," he said.
"Okay, well, I'll see you later," she said, then left to her room, but not before Ichigo noticed the markings on her neck. He knew where Rukia was now, and it angered him, but that anger went away when he remembered that it was all over now; the bastard would never touch her again, and he would pay for what he did to her, this time, he woudl kill him.