This time, for a reason I'm keeping secret, I was inspired to write a part two of chapter two. And although you don't have to I think it'd be best to read chapter two before reading this chapter. It'll make more sense.

She had always known her life would be short. A life of living in the shadows of men, perfect and petite like a wound up doll on display.

She would be never asked a question on what her thoughts were about the world, never talked unless spoke to, a beautiful smile on her dressed up face. Kuchiki Rukia was a woman in a world ruled by men.

And when her brother died, leaving her as the only blood relative of the Kuchiki fortune; in an instant the world knew of her existence.

She was asked questions of how she would spend the fortune, her plans for the trade, men of class and nobility suddenly bombarded her daily and soon Rukia was the main focus of the townsfolk.

But- that wasn't what she wanted… what Rukia wanted, she didn't even know.

What was the point? To forever live in the shadow of her brother, to be looked at as a Kuchiki rather than a woman, what point was there in this world if she could never truly live?

That was how Rukia went day by day, for years of her life, until fate turned on her and put her on the grand stage alone, with thousands upon millions of faces in the audience.

As Kuchiki, she gained the attention of the world, but as Rukia, she got the attention of no one.

But one.

A man. Unlike any other.

One day, with white hair and glowing green orbs on lightly moon kissed skin. That day she had met with the Prime Minister with England and other kings and queens of nobility, in a room filled with strangers, he stood behind them all in a cloak of midnight blue; his eyes on only her.

Their eyes locked for a moment, a single heartbeat before her eyes were forced to be turn away, she spoke fluently in another language- perfect and noble.

When she turned back to check the man's eyes once more, he was gone.

"Lady Kuchiki?"

"Yes? I'm sorry"

"I asked what your plans were on marriage"

"…I do not wish to look for marriage, good sir" placing that slightly strained smile on her porcelain face Rukia excused herself and stepped down.

Casting her dark purple orbs across the room for that one man, Rukia couldn't help but let a scoff escape her lips. Of all men, of all times, why here? Why that man? Who was her but a stranger…

He was a stranger, another man who thought of her as a prize to the Kuchiki fortune, nothing more. All men around her were like that, what made this man so different.

Taking her leave towards the balcony, closing the fine glass doors behind her the young woman looked to the moon, the night sky she was ever so familiar with.

"You find the moon as beautiful as I do?"

Startled by the deep voice that formed through the cool air, Rukia felt a pressure on her soul and a calmness flooding her blood

"Do you see her as an object, good sir?" she heard her voice speak

"…"

"Or perchance as a symbol?" casting her dark purple orbs up at the man as she stepped from the shadows, his bright green orbs so rare and unique- glowing under the moon's kiss.

"She is as important as her brother Sun" holding her gaze, Rukia felt her heartbeat race but calmly and poised the young heiress turned to look away and back at the white orb

"What if sister Moon did not wish to be compared to her brother Sun?" she shouldn't be talking about this. This topic she had avoided for years, with smiles and dances, faint promises that were never kept, Rukia was ever weary of this topic. Always. These words that came from her heart.

And yet, here she was talking to this man, this stranger with piercing green orbs of glowing emerald, this unearthly being under the moon's gaze, her beams dancing on his white hair.

Here she was.

"I would tell sister Moon, she needn't be weary" he smiled, still looking at the girl with his tall being- cloaked in midnight blue and shadow

"Why good sir?"

"…"

"Pray tell this soul of a wounded woman" her breath light on winter's touch, Rukia looked to the man holding his gaze she would not turn away.

"Brother Sun is not that who rules you Princess"

"..then who, who if not Brother Sun" she demanded, a question once uttered she regretted asking. Rukia did not want to know who ruled her, she did not want to be ruled any longer…and yet, this question was spoken- tossed to the wind never able to be returned to her lips, her inner world.

Her secrets.

The man smiled gently, fondly into her eyes- into her soul, and a moment her gaze held haze and a silent whisper off into the distance didn't answer her, before she was consumed by darkness and warmth.

"Leave me be"

"But Lady-"

"Leave me! I care not for your tidings!"

"Y-yes My Lady" the servant bowed, turning to close her oaken grand room doors, shutting Rukia in her chambers. Away from it all.

Rukia now aged into adulthood, womanhood. Fit and long of proper age to marry, bear an heir to her family name- her fortune, her life to be given- taken away. Resting in her bed of white feather and silk, as white as the moon upon her French glass window doors- just beyond her reach

Rukia closed her eyes and dreamed of him. Of the nights he would come to her, in secret and midnight blue shadow his emerald eyes searching her soul.

Years, once every few months she would see him again. Without warning, without a word- always behind her, just beyond her reach; never against her touch.

Tonight she would wait again and then no more.

A gentle wind blows her glass doors open, the breeze a light aroma of a smell- his smell; roses and…

A heat by her bed, he is leaning in over her body- hovering, watchful of any movement. She knows he knows she is awake, but he plays along.

A feathery stroke along her cheek, running white touches through her black locks of raven, over her forehead, the crease of her eyelids, the tip of her nose; a delicate forbidden touch of her lips.

"Wake my Moon, my Princess" he whispers

"What have you for me, good sir, your promise?" her violet orbs open and wide against the black of her hair, the flush of her pink cheeks

"I have, if you still wish it of me"

"I do, I always have" slowly he caresses her face, his cold hand a beacon to her warmth, Rukia leans in to him as he falls onto her- gentle and soft, weary almost, pained even at the prospect and yet, in his eyes she saw. The glow of love, the radiance of her unto him; finally to be one with another- with her.

Rukia keeps her eyes on him, his face decending until the heat of his breath fell on her neck, her heartbeat only breaking the silence as a light kiss on her skin makes her gasp in surprise. And then…

The smell of blood.

She had always known that her life was a short one, a mortal life behind the shadows of a dead brother, a dead family better left forgotten in histories long weave.

Rukia knew all of this and yet, the moment she met him.

Nothing else mattered anymore.

She was mortal and he vampire.

Me- Hahah although the up-dates are FREAKIN' long (so sorry about it really!) I'm always so proud of myself when I write chapters like these, don't you think so?

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