It feel good to have all this power, and all of it could be controlled with a mere flick of her fingers.
Rukia stared out into the descending sun, taking in the dark orange and bright yellow skyline. Quite a sight, it's not often she got to view the beautiful conclusion of the day from this tall angle. Today had been a good and a surprisingly short day for her. Hearty meals, easy work, and every person she ran into today were nice to her.
And Rangiku obeyed every little order given.
For the first in a long time, Rukia woke up without the constant dread of something really stupid and weird happening. She woke up and got breakfast; a normal morning. Rangiku came down the stairs, wearing her robes like a normal person. The residents of the Kuchiki mansion cleaned their dishes and went to work…normally.
Rangiku had been a real treat today. She didn't barge into Rukia's workplace wearing her naughty kitty outfit and ask for lunch, she didn't invade anyone's privacy, kept her mouth shut whenever Rukia gave a simple look, and kept her robes closed the entire time. She looked a bit hot…guess she wasn't used to dressing up all the way. In the middle of fall.
Rukia tapped her glass with a pinkie. Rangiku sighed and went over with the pitcher and poured her master her third glass of rice wine. "Thank you." Rukia nodded as she downed half of the wine in one shot. Rangiku silently went back to her position and waited for Rukia's next instruction.
Rukia already gone a bit mad with the power. Now that she lorded over Rangiku, she started to use her more like a slave than to keep her in-line. Felt…right to her. Rangiku clearly had no remorse for running someone's life, and she needed to be reminded of her fault with pure hard work. No more slacking off and using her charm to worm out of work, she had to do it…or the great restaurant hero Rukia would be telling what actually happened.
"How much longer?" Rangiku asked.
"Until bed time." Rukia quickly reminded her by pointing at the nearby sundial. The setting sun would have served as a better clock, but Rangiku did as she was told and noticed that she had to serve as the maid for another one and a half hours.
"Can I at least put on my sexy maid…"
"No."
"Please? It would make me feel like…"
"No."
"Come on! I need some sort of…"
"No."
"Rukia, I promise you. I'll obey your commands for a entire year if it just means…"
"No again."
"Can you say something other than no? And are going to keep interup…"
"Yes and yes."
Rangiku gave in and went back to waiting for her next order. Admittedly, Rangiku's pouty face did make Rukia slightly regret her actions…but she passed it off, figuring it to be a side effect of getting drunk. She shrugged and downed her glass before asking for her fourth refill. Rangiku bowed to her master before filling up.
After a few more glasses, the sun had finally descended and the lunar light replaced the solar beams. Rukia had become fully and absolutely drunk, so her final order before letting Rangiku go was to go and tuck her in. "I'm might be drunk, but I will remember what I was wearing, so no funny business." She aptly told Rangiku. The busty woman sighed and simply tucked Rukia into bed. If not for the great fear of being exposed for being a arsonist and losing her job, she would have snugged up to Rukia.
Rukia went to bed, drunk off her ass, and non-caring about tomorrow's uneventiable hangover. But she made one mistake. One little slip-up. One little hole in her great plan big enough to drive a truck through. One missing brick in the foundation, one card short of a deck, one fry short of a happy meal…wait, that's stupid metaphors. Moving on.
Rukia's one and only fault…she thought to herself: "What can possible go wrong?"
The ninjas guarding the grounds of the mansion weren't as strong as those who work within the Gotei 13, but they could easily hold off any regular person seeking to rob a big place. And yet, despite their training from a powerful captain and years of, they failed to notice a lanky man sneaking past them. A lanky man who didn't bother change into a cheap Halloween ninja costume or even put on black clothes, he literally walked on site in his street clothes. As you can see, this isn't the case of the guards being lazy or the intruder being intelligent. It's the case of lazy and convenient writing to move the story forward without having to write extended passages of text describing the exact method of how the intruder managed to outwit and bypass a entire security network of highly-trained ninjas. It would be too much effort to put into a stupid and silly story, and thus I bothered not. So we shall move on to the main meat of this story as we return back inside the mansion to follow the intruder as he followed up on his plans.
He didn't know where exactly they were, so he proceeded slowly through the corridors. He tried to pick up a familiar scent but he couldn't find it. Rangiku hadn't been allowed to use her perfume since becoming Rukia's slave. So the intruder had to peek into all the rooms to find his targets. He didn't have to wait long tho', as he spotted the vixen leaving the room.
She didn't see it coming, one blow to the back of the head and she was out cold. The man left Rangiku there to proceed into the room she just left. There laid the drunk Rukia who was mumbling about bunnies bouncing all over her. It didn't take much for her to be subdued and dragged outside along with Rangiku. Again, the intruder avoided the ninjas, who were on break and playing strip poker.
The intruder would have killed all of the ninjas if he needed to. But he wouldn't have felt too bad to do so. He worked in the food business, he had no pity to give.
