Forbidden Love

Chapter 10 - Done Already?

Regular POV

"So, what did happen to Shiro's eye?" Rukia suddenly spoke up, turning away from her conversation with Renji. The red-haired Shinigami tilted his head, peeking around the smaller girl to look at Ichigo. Everyone was quiet for a moment, each curious about the same thing.

"Hm? Whaddya mean? Didn't he already tell that girl in class?" Ichigo had been munching happily on his sandwich Shiro had made him in silence, everyone else going on with their own conversations, when Rukia had turned away from Renji and asked him that question. He looked up at them and looked at Rukia with a confused expression.

"Please, Ichigo, Shiro's too...careful, if you will, to fall down the stairs." Ichigo sighed and stretched out, plucking a strawberry out of his lunch bag. Chewing on it thoughtfully, he swallowed before answering the petite, violet-eyes girl.

"Pops punched him." Rukia sighed and nodded.

"Why?" Rukia immediately asked the question, not really thinking.

"Why do you think? 'Toughening up his sons' as usual." Ichigo rolled his eyes, plopping another strawberry into his mouth and Rukia nodded. She gave him a look, eyes silently asking him a question. Ichigo gave her a questioning glance back and she jerked her head towards the roof's only door. She rose a brow and he nodded. Slowly, he got up, brushing his hands on his jeans. Holding out a hand, he helped her up as everyone looked up at them.

"Kurosaki-kun? Kuchiki-san? Where are you going?" Orihime blushed a little, fumbling with her purple lunch bag's strap.

"We'll be right back, Inoue." The brunette smiled and nodded, turning back to Tatsuki. The others nodded a little before returning back to their previous conversations. All except Renji. Wine orbs regarded the two silently, eyes narrowing slightly in curiousty. What was up with those two? Rukia had been a little off since Shiro had shown up. Was there something she knew that nobody else didn't?

"So, did you happen to tell that person?" Rukia jumped on topic quickly as she always did. Ichigo furrowed his brow, throwing her a questioning glance.

"What?" Rukia smiled slightly. How naive Ichigo was.

"At the mall, remember? You asked for advice? Did you take it?"

"Ohh. Yeah." Ichigo turned a faint red, leaning against the wall beside the door. Rukia regarded him silently.

"If you don't mind me asking; Who was it?" Ichigo scowled a little, his eyebrows furrowing. He bent his knee and placed the flat of his foot against the wall. His arms crossed over his chest as he pursed his lips in thought.

"Um..." The carrot-top tapped his fingers on his arm. Rukia tilted her head curiously.

"Orihime, maybe?" Rukia questioned.

"No." He shook his head for emphasis.

"Tatsuki?" She pryed gently, really interested in who Ichigo could possibly like. Ichigo scrunched his nose a little in dissatisfaction and shook his head again.

"No."

"Renji?" Ichigo shook his head once again, knowing the girl would never be able to guess. For that, he was glad. That way, the two could still be best friends like they were. Suddenly, he realized what she said.

"Ah, what? Renji?" Rukia froze, shaking her head quickly. Ichigo looked at her quizzingly.

"Never mind. Who was it?" Rukia replied quickly, looking determined to get the answer.

"I c-can't tell you." Ichigo stuttered, turning to look the other way.

"And why not?" She scowled and crossed her arms over her chest demandingly.

"It's personal." He swallowed when she gave him a look.

"What if I figure it out?"

"Then-"

"If I figure it out, will you tell me if I'm right?" Ichigo stared at her, the look in Rukia's eyes very endearing. He looked away, looking perplexed for a moment and then, thoughtfully, he turned back.

"Fine." He sighed and Rukia smirked, feeling accomplished. Grabbing his arm, she led him back over to their group of friends, allowing him to sit down before swiveling her head around to look at their group of friends.

Who the Hell could it be?

Renji was confused. Seriously, frustratingly confused. What could Ichigo and Rukia be hiding from him? Er, well, them. By the looks of everyone else, no one could seem to figure out what the two could be hiding. All day, Rukia was drifting off during class. Occasionally, she would catch Ichigo's eye with a perplexed look in her eye and he would blush, turning away. If he wasn't so distracted by the nagging feeling in his gut, the one screaming 'Something is not right' he would admire how cute it made the slender orangehead.

Speaking of that adorable little blush, one was lighting up that Berry's face again. Although, this time, Renji noticed blatantly that Rukia hadn't looked at him in the past 10 minutes, instead focused on drawing her little Ichigo-strawberry thing on her piece of paper along with a crudely drawn heart and a huge-ass question mark beside it. Rukia's teeth bit into her eraser as she crossed out a bunch of names written across the top of another piece of paper. Her blue pen scratched across the withered paper. Renji flickered his eyes back to the Ichi-berry in question, suddenly noticing the flash of white beside his crossed legs underneath his desk. His wine eyes focused on the jean-clad leg rubbing up against Ichigo's and the blatantly obvious boner that Ichigo was sporting. Wine eyes widened.

Is that what Ichigo and Rukia were hiding? But wait... no. Rukia obviously didn't know or Renji would've recognized the signs of her already stroked ego being blown up to immense proportions.

Suddenly, the bell rang and Ichigo once again leaped from his seat just liked he had before lunch, leaving behind a very pleased, very horny Shiro. Although Shiro wasn't so obvious about his pleasure, it was clear by looking closely at the way he limped slightly with his left leg and avoided brushing up against anything with his stomach or legs that, he too, was sporting an erection. Renji's eye ticked and he clenched his fists. He couldn't believe it. Ichigo and Shiro were...

He didn't dare think about it. Renji just HAD to get out of there. He wouldn't be able to survive another bell like this. Without second thought, he snatched up his stuff and left the room, many others still gathering their stuff behind him. He swiftly made his way down the hall, slipping out the front door almost entirely unnoticed. A pair of emerald eyes watched him carefully from the shadows, disappearing once again. If only Renji knew what he was getting himself into.

Renji made his way towards Urahara's shop shuffling his sneakers against the concrete. Passing by an alleyway, he was surprised when a large, dark hand shot out and yanked him inside by the front of his tight wife beater. He was slammed up against the harsh, unforgiving, graffiti-covered walls, leaving him dizzy. Grasping his head, he heard a sharp chuckle. Opening his eyes, he gasped. A tall, dark man stood in front of him. Actually, that wasn't right. He was arrancar. And a strong one at that. Renji could tell, now, by the reiatsu seeping out of him. He was surprised he hadn't noticed it earlier. He must've been really hiding it. Or maybe Renji had been really unfocused. Either way, as the arrancar took a step closer, out of the dark, Renji could tell the man was strong. The redheaded Shinigami took in his appearance. A smirk covered his face, teeth flashing. Red marks were on each cheek, and one of his orange eyebrows were quirked upwards. A jawbone was around his neck, and the white bone flashed brightly in the light.

"Oh, look, Ulquiorra. We've got a little toy ta play with." The hand around Renji's neck tightened and he struggled for breath. A flash of emerald green appeared out of the corner of Renji's blurry vision and he turned his head slightly to see what it was. It disappeared as fast as it came and Renji only got a glimpse of white and black along with it.

"Yammy. We're not here to mess around with trash." Renji scoffed under his breath. Wrapping his hand around Yammy's, which was wrapped around his neck, he dug his nails into it and pushed onto it while simultaneously pushing off against the wall with the flat of his feet. Yammy, being caught of guard, stumbled back a few steps and dropped the redhead. The red-haired Shinigami made a perfect tried to catch his breath, stumbling to his feet and making a last attempt at fleeing.

A large hand wrapping around his arm and shoving him back against the wall stopped him. His head was thrusted against the wall once again and he heard a small crack. Blood seeped into his hair and stuck the stray, red strands together.

"Yer a cocky lil' bitch, ne?" Yammy sneered in his face and Renji ducked away from his twisted, disgusting face with a scowl. "We'll have ta fix that, won't we?" Renji spat on Yammy and the bigger man scowled before wiping the spit off his face with a growl.

"Who the fuck are ya, ya twisted bastard?" Renji planted his feet on the ground and stood his ground against the arrancar. The silent one spoke up first, stepping out of the dark. Renji noticed the helmet-like mask on his head, with a horn protruding from the top. The slender man was wearing a frown and his green eyes were narrowed. Tear marks spilled from his inteligent eyes.

"Ulquiorra Cifer, Cuatro Espada." Ulquiorra pulled his jacket aside to show his tattoo and Renji's eyes widened. 4th? 4th Espada? How could he take on the 4th Espada? Not to mention...

"Yammy Riyalgo, Diez Espada." The man tapped his own tattoo and Renji's eyes widened. What the fuck? Renji was going to die. He just knew it. Two Espada, and within the one to ten scale? "Now, back to what we were doing. We're going to hafta punish ya, ne?" Renji's eyes widened as a fist came in contact with his face. With the hand around his neck, he had to suffer it's full blow and he spat out the blood spilling and pouring into his mouth. Another blow to his mouth and he was spitting out teeth along with the blood. Another, and he was slowly fading away into darkness. Another two and he was caving into the black of sweet unconsciousness, away from the pain and fury of this man. He just regretted leaving school early...

"Oh? He's done already?" Yammy sneered, dropping the bloody body onto the ground. He wiped the seeping liquid on his billowing pants. Ulquiorra sighed.

"What did you expect from this trash?" The melancholic, pale man walked out of the alley, the tanned man behind him still following him with a snort. "Don't complain. You're the one who wanted to come. Don't get in the way from now on. We're on a mission." Yammy scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets with a snort.

"Yeah, yeah. Now whadda we do now?" Ulquiorra held up two pictures given to him by their leader. "We're after these two."

"Two? I thought we were jus' goin' after the pale one?" Ulquiorra frowned a little and shook his head slightly, his flowing black hair following the movement.

"Aizen-sama gave us extra instructions to go after this one too." Yammy leaned closer, taking a look at the picture.

"Not too bad looking." Yammy smirked, snatching the photo out of Ulquiorra's hands with a snort. "Alright, let's go."

A/N - I've noticed (and it's totally obvious, I mean, like,...who WOULDN'T notice it?) that I continously change my POV. I'm going to try to limit it so I won't do it as much per chapter. Well, here goes. Hope you enjoyed it.So...erm...Sorry about the long update! DX I've been kinda in a ishy mood lately. I'm probably gonna go back over this and re-do it later. By the way, the next update might take awhile, since I got KH2 for Christmas! XD What did you guys get for Christmas...er...if you celebrate it, I mean! I'm not a very religious person, so whatever you celebrate is cool with me! :) One more thing guys...I'm 'reuploading' all of the old chapters sometime in January. They will all be edited, so feel free to er...check them out when you get the chance!

Can anyone guess who that extra person is?

Happy Holidays guys!

Edited: May 7th, 2011

Word Count: 2,276