The tale of Ichigo Kurosaki: The Rebel Leader

by Bagaudas

Ichigo and the rebels have escaped slavery, becoming a thundering force ready to shake Seireitei to its very core. As they try to survive long enough to do this; Ichigo searches for Rukia while fending off the constant forces of the Republic, he finds allies in such folk as ragtag gladiatrices, bandits and pirates on his goal to abolish slavery and conquer the Seireiteian republic!

25. Chapter 25

I DO NOT OWN BLEACH

Hey guys.

Things will start to slow down from here, the next few chapters will be pretty non-violent since they've finally got a place to settle down in for the mean time. Besides since Ichigo and Rukia are finally gonna get married they're gonna require all the peace they can get! Any way, it'll be pretty calm for the new few chapters. A bit more scenes from people from other characters to see what they do when they're not fighting. Also, more drunkenness from Ichigo and co. like they used to do in their gladiator days! (Been re-reading old chapters and I noticed they were borderline Alcoholics) so hopefully a few more scenes with Ichigo/Rukia and their friends, especially Rukia and Rangiku who I want to grow a real special bond, sort of sisterly/motherly.

The new Bleach chapter was...awesomely amazing. Ginjo, Tsukishima, Giriko and Ganju are back, the last one now has a rocking new hairstyle! Kukaku said "Uncle" would be sad if Ichigo went to see the Soul King and Grimmjow is almost confirmed to be the guy who killed Kirge.

As for the wedding, I researched Roman weddings and there's a few interesting things I read. The bride wears a belt that only the groom can untie, which is when they...you know. They also wore white dresses and veils way back in the BC's which is pretty weird. They'd also start it early, before breakfast in fact. Hell, there was best men and bridesmaids way back then! As well as sacrifice (Leave that out) During their consummation, the room would be filled with fruit and flowers for fertility and for humorous and role-playing reasons, the bride and groom would play reluctant and pretend that the wife did not want to do it, but the groom calls her bride and she eases into it. The next morning she'd be a matron, a part of the family and then they'd go out and get drunk. They also threw burnt out torches into the crowd and whoever catches it would be the next married, like the flowers. On the morning, the bride would be dressed by her mother and they'd have breakfast, do the ceremony, have cake (I know) have dinner, then burn the torch and blow it out, run home and get it on.

Sounds like a plan.

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The small city turned military base turned rebel sanctuary was buzzing with the news of the upcoming wedding between their commander Ichigo and their one female rebel leader Rukia, both excellent warriors and role models in their own right. Rukia had spotted a few children fighting over who got to be who in their pretend game of 'Rebel vs soldier' and who got to be 'Ichigo' or 'Rukia' which made her blush with a lacking sense of comfort, yet...pride? She could imagine Ichigo, since he was- he used to be a famous gladiator known throughout the whole Republic, but her? She was just a slave! But now people looked up to her, she was a role-model! Little girls, teenagers, women her own age and even elderly women came up to her, either congratulating her on her upcoming marriage, thanking her for all she had done and complimenting, flattering and admiring her strength, beauty, hair, personality and everything else about her! Ichigo seemed used to it, but for her it was a whole new world.

Their wedding was happening tomorrow, early at six-am. It was the middle of spring now so the weather would be great and there wouldn't be much bad omens. They had found the most unlikely man to marry them, of course they would...after all this was the couple who got engaged during the battle, of course their marriage guy would be weird. Since they weren't apart of the Vollstandig religion Kirge could not do their wedding, although it seemed that would be for the best. There was only one man who was a priest in their religion, well Rukia's religion. Ichigo loosely believed in them, only doing so when Rukia wished him to. That man was...pretty well known.

Don Kanonji.

Ichigo was annoyed, but the man seemed alright. It's not like he was some kind of predator, just a little...upbeat. Rukia enjoyed him, he was quite well with children and that amused her, picturing Ichigo in the same position. Children...the thought seemed foreign, it was so easy...yet so difficult. It would be cruel to raise a child in these times, their duties would leave the child neglected and possibly orphaned if things did not go correctly. However the thought of Ichigo being a father and her being a mother really made her wish things had gone differently, a little daughter to dote over and a son with a mischievous grin to scold, then hug tightly when his little eyes look down in an apologetic fashion. Her heart tightened...soon, but not now.

Ichigo and Rukia were having their own individual nights out with their friends. Ichigo was going out with his old gladiator brothers as well as some of the strongest of the rebels that had joined, such as Tensa, Zangetsu and others. Rukia would do the same; Orihime, Tatsuki, Bambietta, Neliel, Halibel etc..

Rukia was currently wandering to one of the mess halls that the military base of Hokutan housed. She had two friends awaiting the, relatively new ones, who were just fifteen and sixteen years old. It was Shino, a friend of Yuki's who admired Rukia and Ururu, a girl who idolized Rukia so much that she had her bangs in the same style. The former wore a green ragged dress with a brown leather shoulder-guard, the strap slithering underneath her shoulder and the latter wore a red dress with a matching shoulder-pad, but with fur padding. Rukia took graceful steps through the cities streets, the grey stone ground and the white/grey buildings surrounding it making her feel as if she was a normal citizen instead of the usual tree surroundings and dirt floor. Turning to a left, nodding at all greetings that the rebels sent here which left her a tad uncomfortable, she finally reached the mess hall and saw her two younger friends nibbling on some food.

Rukia sat down beside them and gave a smile "How are you this morning?" She asked the young girls. Shino gave her usual cocky grin and Ururu gave a shy smile.

"Well" Shino spoke.

"Fine" Ururu smiled.

"Nervous" Rukia confessed "Tomorrow's the day~" She sang happily like a little girl.

"You're marrying the Ichigo, he saved us all and you get to marry him." Shino sulked "I do not know why he chooses to associate with Yuki, the fools a cowardly idiot!" She barked "But...congratulations however"

"You really deserve him!" Ururu smiled "A strong man such as he needs someone like you to have him confident in the future" She said "Sometimes I see him, when you are not there and he seems...lost somehow"

Rukia nodded a bit "Well...I do not mean to be praising myself higher than what I deserve...but I feel that way too, but in the same way, I need him" Rukia said and the two girls listened closely as she seemed to get solemn "You see...Ichigo's parents died years ago. His father was killed in a battle and his mother was assassinated when she was on the road, ready to see him" She explained "Ichigo beforehand seemed to grin all the time...after he just seemed to replace it with a scowl...but it only ever left when I was around" Rukia frowned. "Some nights in bed I would wake up, I won't be able to move or breath, because Ichigo's holding be, tightly! Like his life depended on it, like I was the one thing he wanted and I was about to be taken away...Ichigo needs me...and I need him, that's just the way it is" Rukia smiled.

"Woah" Shino mused "Ichigo never struck me as the sensitive...vulnerable type"

"Mind you he wasn't" Rukia said "But he's been hurt more than one should and he just became broken in some parts of his soul...he mutters names in his sleep sometimes. Mother, father, Yuzu, Uryu..." She explained "The he'd say Rukia and he'd hold me" She confessed. "...Don't tell him!" Rukia ordered with a blush "He doesn't even know I know!"

"We won't" Ururu promised.

"Good" Rukia smiled "Now, come. You both asked me to help you in battle so we must get started quickly! I only have an hour or so to spare so we must use it wisely and quickly" Rukia explained. Ururu and Shino had asked Rukia to teach them a thing or two about battle, which Rukia had accepted happily. The two girls stood and moved out of the large mess hall, out into the street before turning right and moving towards a small free area, about ten-to-fifteen metres long and wide. Rukia flashed a smile. "I'm still learning myself, but hopefully we shall learn together" Rukia said. The girls nodded and Rukia readied herself to train her students, if that was their title.

Metres away, Ichigo stood atop of the tower that Ashido Kano had tumbled off thanks to the slight nudge by Grimmjow's shield. He overlooked the city, if it could even be called that. It was more a military base than a city, but a victory nonetheless. They would have to make a move soon, but Ichigo had bought much time and Seireitei had no idea where they were until they unveil the fact that Ashido was dead. They usually wait a few weeks until they ask a person they had sent to do something such as war or negotiations how they were doing, it depended on how long it should have taken.

Ashido lasted around two days.

Grimmjow came up, he had re-fixed his armor and now his lower torso had many thin leather straps, with a golden-coloured circular pad on the centre of his abs. The chain-mail covering the steel shoulder-pads were still there. On his hips he had a brown leather belt with his sica sheathed vertically at his hip, with his circular steel shield swung onto his back. His hair was ragged as usual and he had his arms folded with a risen eyebrow and a frowned mouth "So how is this marriage going to go?"

Ichigo smiled "I do not know"

Grimmjow rolled his eyes "You're a fool"

"Says you" Ichigo retorted "I will let Kanonji say what he has to say and answer what I have to answer. This marriage is one of the best things that will happen for me, I cannot mess it up by interfering with things I do not understand...I'm letting Rukia handle it"

Ginjo walked in, Ichigo looked at the man's clothing. The shoulder-pads were still the same, with many diagonal, vertical and horizontal straps around his abdomen. He caught the sight of cylinder steel biceps guards under his shoulder-pads, the right triple-segmented one and the left one, just strips of brown leather. His kopis was diagonally strapped to his back and his hair was shaggy, some bangs covering his face. "Fair words, yet they sicken my stomach" He joked "We must celebrate with drink!"

"Drink?" Renji asked coming in, his face less miserable than it used to, now coming to terms with Jackie's death.

"Like we used to, Ichigo here was the heaviest of us all!" Kugo laughed "Come! Let us drink, gather the men from the Ludus, only the oldest of friends shall appear!" He bellowed. Ichigo chuckled, rolling his eyes and spoke.

"It seems you began early"

Kugo frowned "Should I feel insulted?"

Ichigo scoffed "I'm indifferent" He said, before smirking "A drink does not sound so terrible though" He mused "Why not? What is the worst that can occur?" The orange-haired leader asked himself. The three rebels looked at him, the scruffy trio looking just as rough, messy and scruffy as himself. Grimmjow's short, ragged hair fell over his face, Kugo's hair was messy as usual and Renji's hair was just long and full, despite being a bit tamer than the two others, the tattoo's just discarded all sense of elegance. Ichigo's hair was messy as well, his shaggy bangs covering his eyes which made him look, in Rukia's opinion 'Roguish'

Sounded cool enough.

Ichigo followed his brothers down into the street where Kenpachi, his body covered in even more scars as he seemed to be getting bloodthirstier every day. Ikkaku stood with a grin that could match, his bald head giving off a shine much to his dismay. Yumichika's hair was longer and more flamboyant than ever, one side of his bangs being braided whilst the other normal. The effeminate man had a purple cloth crossing diagonally across his chest, with a red-dyed leather shoulder-guard going in the other direction. His legs were covered in wrappings and his axe hung nonchalantly on his back. Chad stood silent as ever, his hammer in hand. Ichigo turned to Kugo with a blank expression.

"It wouldn't have mattered if I said no, would it?"

"No"

Ichigo rolled his eye once more before giving a small smirk "Well, what are we waiting for?" He asked with a hint of excitement "Do I have to hold your hands for everything?!" He joked "Come!"

The eight men quickly went to the local brothel, not for the women but for the wine...maybe Kenpachi would taste a few of the women, but the building was the only place that served wine and Ichigo would stay far away from the 'Den' as well as the women that lurked there. Some women and men in the rebellion were rather...well promiscuous and enjoyed the job as a whore, not that other rebels minded. Ichigo didn't really know what to do so he let them do whatever they wanted as long as it didn't cause trouble for the rebellion, he was too busy to deal with such trivial matters, now that they had become thousands. Back when they were but a small number, Ichigo would have really dealt with it thoroughly and asked if everyone was okay with it, but now it was too much hassle.

There was a booth in the building near the corner, like a semicircle around a table which Ichigo pointed at. The eight sat down around it, some having to pull up chairs around the table. It felt nice, they usually had to drink in cramped spaces, filled with slaves, but here it was just a simple table and it was easy, calm.

Wolfing down the wine they were given, small ceramic or wooden cups, they slammed them down and looked at one another before beginning a conversation, either involving the war, the Seireiteians, lovers and foolish things, like drinking contests or arm wrestles, unleashing months of pent-up...immatureness! They were all young, especially the twenty-three year old Ichigo and were forced to grow up too quickly, they used this day to become boys again, if it was just for a night.

When the morrow came, Ichigo knew he was a boy no longer.

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Ichigo's eyes snapped open and he looked to his right, he stayed on the small chair in Grimmjow's temporary home so that Rukia could get ready for the wedding without any interruptions. What woke him up was the constant clanging of metal in his ear, which peeved him off extremely. His eyes drifted to the right to see Soi-fon smacking a pot and a sword together hard and loud, intending to wake him up. He growled and rolled off the sofa-bed, onto the floor before realizing he was only in his loincloth. Ichigo groaned and grabbed Soi-fons wrist.

"Enough"

Soi-fon rolled her eyes "Since you and Rukia are foolish enough to plan a wedding without preparation, you have no dress or wedding attire. I had a girl wash you're usual attire so that you look clean for the day, I had the same done with Rukia" Soi-fon explained "Now do me a favour and wake Grimmjow up, here's a pot and your sword is in the kitchen" Soifon explained.

Her hair was longer and smoother now, down to her shoulder in length. She had yellow/red colored cloth around her torso, leaving her tummy and arms bare, with a yellow/red skirt going down to her knees. Across her hips was a brown leather belt holding her daggers, as was a leather belt going diagonally across her chest, over her left shoulder and under her right armpit was it's route. She had golden-coloured bracers and brown open-toed sandals, tightened around her ankles.

Ichigo grabbed his clothes, placing the brown/red cuirass on his chest, admiring the serpents. He changed his loincloth, with a replica of the one he had just taken off, adding on a brown belt with it. He tightened his brown/red bracers, the serpents on them also before placing on his leather shoes and greaves. He slid his gladius into the cloth sheath at his hip, scratching his chin and then lifting his foot, fitting a dagger in the sheath at the side of his right shin, tied to his greave. He looked in the barrel of water to fix his bangs, the way Rukia liked them before heading out.

In Ichigo and Rukia's temporary place, Rukia stood with her arms extended as Rangiku put on the woman's battle dress/cuirass. She smoothed the black fur on the shoulders, fixing the tribal beads before leaving and picking up a thin leather belt, tightening it around Rukia's hips to keep her brown cuirass/dress from opening. Rangiku smiled as she took Rukia's silky hair, saying as she brushed it "You're hair looks wonderful as it is long" The strawberry blonde said "More for Ichigo to...pull" She joked.

Rukia blushed and spoke "Not tonight probably" She muttered "I'm certain it's politically correct to not be overly active and excited during the wedding night, more love and passion than lust and promiscuity" Rukia laughed "...Maybe tomorrow"

Rangiku returned the giggle as she kissed Rukia's scalp "You look beautiful...I'm honored you chose me to dress you" Rangiku said. "I know it's usually your mother who dresses you...but the fact that you see me such a way...it's very overwhelming" She grinned "Thank you"

Rukia smiled "It is not a problem, I should be thanking you"

The two women exited the building and moved to the main park of the city, which was covered with wooden tables and chairs. Rukia felt a bundle of nerves fill up as she twiddled with her fingers as a sweat began to break, what if Ichigo wasn't ready? Normally Rukia wouldn't have these thoughts...maybe it was pre-marital jitters but all her nerves seemed to go to her leg as it began to shake and she began to feel nauseated. She began to breath heavily as she walked to the park, all the nerves went to her hand now and her right hand began to shake and vibrate, all confident gone. Rangiku seemed to notice this and placed a hand on her shoulder, calming her slightly but not completely as her nerves were still dashing wildly.

Rukia arrived to the park, placing a foot in and gulping nervously, as she took a few steps into the grass-covered area, her eyes widened as she saw at the top of the hill, radiant in the sunlight beside Kanonji was Ichigo, awaiting her with a smile, a real one. He acknowledged her with a grin and a nod and Rukia giggled, turning to Rangiku who was holding the marital torch, the piece of burning wood that a close friend of the sort held behind the bride until it was put out, then it was thrown to the crowd. Rukia walked to the hill, a small stride in her steps as her heart pounded against her ribcage like a battering ram.

Ichigo fared no better either, the poor man was so nervous that he had almost had a heart attack. His fist was shaking, but was held by his other fist as they were folded over each other near his lower-torso. He grinned at Rukia who arrived beside him and both their shaking, studdering and nervous hands enveloped in one another.

And the shaking stopped.

Ichigo smiled and Rukia smiled, Don Kanonji opened his big and gave the many guests a grin. "Today we gather here for the union between our respected leader Ichigo Kurosaki and his love, our beloved angel Rukia!" Don Kanonji said and Rukia blushed at the term 'Angel' as she was far from it. "I am not one to extend things further than they need be, so we will just get to the point. Rukia, do you take Ichigo to be you're husband, until the end of time? To be there when he is ill, to be there when he is poor? To bare him as much fine, healthy children and heirs that you are able? To be by his side at the time of his death unless you have been taken first?"

"I do" Rukia vowed.

"And you, Ichigo. Do you swear to protect you're wife from harm? To give her a child that she can nurture and cherish? To fight for her when she is in trouble and to fight for her when she causes such? Do you vow and swear to love her from this day, until your last day?"

"I do" Ichigo swore

"Then I say, by the power invested in me by the God of love, the Goddess of renewal and fertility and the God of marriage, I decree and pronounce you man and wife, rise Ichigo and Rukia Kurosaki, you may now kiss and take your offerings with pride!" Kanonji bellowed. The crowds clapped as Ichigo and Rukia kissed, the latter's arms around the formers neck as Ichigo slipped his arms around her waist. Ichigo grinned happily as he twirled he around in the air, Rukia giggling in response.

"I love you!" Rukia laughed.

"I love you!" Ichigo replied happily. "I have dreamt of this day since the first day we met" Ichigo grinned, planting kisses around her cheek as she laughed like a young girl "I must be dreaming!"

"Then it is a good dream that I shall see you never awake from" Rukia confessed "Let us enjoy the day...and when night comes" Rukia smirked "I'll allow you to tear this belt from my hips and we'll truly celebrate this day"

Ichigo chuckled nervously "Y-You've gotten me nervous, dear" He laughed before realizing he just called her 'Dear' She rose an eyebrow "We really are married"

Rukia grinned and kissed him.

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The crowds were in high spirits as they ate food, drank wine, danced and enjoyed themselves. Ichigo sipped water, he would not be inebriated on his wedding day. He wanted to remember every minute of every second of this day. Rukia sat beside him on t a horizontal table, while it sat before rows of vertical tables. Kugo whispered in Riruka's ear, the girl blushing at slapping him in response before shoving the cake in her mouth, as was Orihime with Tatsuki reprimanding her for eating too fast. Chad nibbled as did Renji, the latter being a bit depressed as he usually was nowadays while the former was merely being himself.

Grimmjow was complaining about the cake, saying it wasn't thick enough while Soifon was rolling her eyes, shouting at him for being ungrateful while the younger ones played out in the fields. Ichigo poked a fork into his boar and put it in his mouth as Rukia fed Chappy a carrot, keeping up with the stereotype. Getsuga and Hakuren galloped freely in the fields, chasing one another and Miss Ochi sat with children surrounding her, telling them the days when Ichigo had just begun the rebellion.

The day was perfect, there was no serious arguments or fights and everything was normal, but better. Ichigo and Rukia strolled hand in hand with Rangiku behind them, still carrying the ceremonial torch as people threw nuts and rice at them, which irritated Rukia and amused Ichigo. As they reached their temporary home, Rangiku gave the flame to Rukia who dipped the wooden torch into a barrel of water, putting the flame out before throwing it into the crowd of followers, who scrambled for it.

Six insults, two black eyes and a broken tooth later, Riruka emerged victorious with a grin, holding the torch up victoriously. She turned to Kugo who was now sweating bricks and she frowned "What?" She asked, completely oblivious.

"Catching the torch means that the person who does it is the next to get married" Kugo answered with a gulp.

Riruka's eyes widened before scowling "Well let's get planning! I will not be outdone!" The red-head stated before dragging Kugo off into the uh...sunset. Truly a romantic end to a romantic day.

However, while Ichigo and Rukia's day had ended...their night was only beginning.

They entered their living area, which had been completely redecorated while they were away. Beautiful plants and fruit were placed on ledges and desks, just beside the bed was a fireplace with a large, bear rug with a bowl of strawberries and grapes beside it. Rukia smirked and kissed Ichigo's lips teasingly, then his neck and going down, trailing kisses down his arm before nibbling on the tip of his index finger and sliding to the rug, her legs resting on their sides while she sat up, awaiting her...husband to come near.

Rukia blushed.

Ichigo was her husband!

It had to be a dream. Ichigo came and sat, plucking a grape from it's twig and placing it in between his teeth and nibbling seductively, swallowing it before moving onto a strawberry. He held fruit by it's leave and dangled it above Rukia, who slightly opened her mouth and he dropped it in. Rukia chewed it and smiled as she swallowed. They would finish the bowls of fruit and they would wait for it, wait for when they pounced on one another, it would be all the more better.

They moved through the strawberries and grapes; sucking them, nibbling them, biting them and swallowing them. Until the end, there was one final strawberry. Ichigo plucked the green part away, before propping the tip in his mouth and moving towards Rukia. She caught the strawberry in her mouth and they chewed it together in a blissful kiss, the juices switching from mouth to mouth as their tongues danced. Rukia cupped Ichigo's cheek as his hands roamed her back before they both fell on their sides.

Ichigo's hands roamed down, finding the knot of her belt and untying it as tradition, pulling the leather through the loops before tearing it off, throwing it aside. Ichigo's hand cupped her knee and slid upwards, his palm tracing her inner thigh as he kissed her neck feverishly, planting wet, hot kisses and licks around the spots he knew she adored. His hand met with her undergarments, a simple cloth which he rubbed gently, forcing her to moan in his mouth. Her hands traced up his back and unclipped his cuirass, tossing it away before slipping a hand down his loincloth, as her other worked at his belt. Rukia's soft, warm hand met Ichigo's hardened erection as she tore his belt away, his bracers and greaves long gone. Ichigo lifted Rukia, his knee in between her thighs as he knelt and lifted her, pulling off her cuirass and leaving her stark naked, like him.

Ichigo rubbed his knee in between her legs and moved it rhythmically, kissing her neck as he did so. Rukia's hands roamed his back, feeling the fur warm up her skin as she lay on the rug beside the fire. He moved down, kissing her neck before tracing hos tongue down the valley between her breasts, Rukia placing a hand on his head, entangling her fingers with his hair as he noticed that she had a small, upside-down triangle of black pubic hair above her moistening core. Ichigo smirked and kissed her tummy, swirling his tongue around her naval before lifting her thighs and putting them on his shoulders. Rukia moaned in response as he breathed heavily on her slit, nibbing his skull with her nails in annoyance as she pressured him to continue. Ichigo traced the first centimetre of the tip of his tongue across it, teasing Rukia to no end before slightly and gradually getting deeper and heavier with his tongue movements. Ichigo's talented tongue danced inside her, Rukia's thighs squeezing his head in response as her moans echoed throughout the room. Ichigo pulled his tongue out and suckled on her nub, feeling her nails dig deep into his skull now as her thighs tightened and her moans got louder. Rukia panted sensually, her face being stained with a blush as Ichigo used his tongue to gratify her. As his tongue lapped all over her lower region, Rukia gave out a few final squeaks before her orgasm flushed throughout her body, Ichigo's tongue sliding in and scooping up all the inner juices as it could before he swallowed happily.

Rukia lay down happily as Ichigo now hovered above her, wiping his mouth with a nearby cloth before kissing her, a courtesy Rukia always admired. Not everyone wanted to kiss someone with their face covered in her own ejaculation. His tongue met hers and she spread her legs, allowing Ichigo to fit in between before her legs hooks around his waist like a vice. Rukia's arms slipped around his neck, which was unusual as either her hands were squeezing his butt with her legs on his shoulders, but since it was the wedding night, she wanted it to be...well not overly crazy.

Ichigo pushed himself in, Rukia's back arching in response as she let out a short moan. Her feet crossed each other as her ankles rested on his knees and her arms grabbed his shoulders as he began to move. Ichigo pressed his closed knuckles into the ground as his hips slowly began to rock back and forth into hers, his hard member being soaked by her hot, wet, tight core. Ichigo grunted as he pushed himself all into her, their bodies melding perfectly "Tight..." He commented "It's...really tight" He smirked "I love it" He said, beginning to thrust his hips faster "I love it!"

As Ichigo's thrusts became wild, Rukia's arms roamed his back as she kissed him passionately, her legs moved around as she grabbed his shoulders. They found themselves hooked with Ichigo's elbows as his waist collided into hers, the skin bouncing off each other as he penetrated her, the velocity of his thrusts unnatural. Rukia's shaking, shuddering breaths were echoing in Ichigo's mouth, as their moans, groans, grunts and cries were snuffed out by their constant kisses. Ichigo groaned as he felt Rukia's walls tighten, with her toes stretching away from each other, curled in a euphoric state. Rukia gave out a squeal and she climaxed, her juices splashing through and rolling down his shaft. Ichigo took in a deep breath and rolled over, allowing Rukia to straddle him.

The night went on; Rukia lay on her side, her two knees only a foot away from each other as the rested on the floor, Ichigo behind her as he gripped her side and thrusted into her. They both knelt, Ichigo behind her as he kissed her neck, nibbling on her ear and cupping her breast, teasing the nipple while he fiddled with her clitoris, slowly sliding in and out at the same time. She sat on top of him, rolling her hips to a rhythm while their fingers were interlocked, squeezing each other as they both erupted.

They moved to the bed, Ichigo thrusted into her again as the sheets covered their lower waists, Rukia had her arms around his neck as he kissed her. Ichigo moved up, his chest past her shoulder and leaned up, slowly sliding in and out as she kissed his torso, her hands running up and down his impeccable abs, her mouth catching his nipple in a kiss, nipping on it with her teeth. Her hands slid down, finding his butt and pushing it in, helping with his thrusting. Who cares if it was 'Incorrect' or whatever, she needed to touch him! She needed every piece of him in her hands and it was impossible, much to her dismay. She loved him..she loved him so much...

Rukia felt her breath shake and her eyes water, tears starting to rise. As her climax came for the final time, Ichigo coming as well; They both gave out desperate cries of passion as their juices mixed and their orgasms came, filling them up to their hearts content. Rukia blushed as she realized Ichigo noticed her tears, her arm shot up and wiped them away with her wrists embarrasedly.

"Rukia" He murmured "What are you doing?"

"Apologies my love..." Rukia spoke "I'm just...happy is all" She confessed.

"That's not what I meant" Ichigo continued "Why do you hide your tears?" He mused.

"It's...embarrassing"

"Let us be humiliated together...Rukia open your eyes" Ichigo ordered.

She opened them, not before feeling a tear drop on her cheek. Ichigo was crying also, a few tears rolling down his cheek as he smiled warmly at her. Rukia felt her heart pounding and she shot up and kissed Ichigo, arms roaming his back. "I love you Ichigo, now and always" She swore.

Ichigo kissed her back, nipping her bottom lip as they pulled away. "I love you too Rukia Kurosaki" He grinned "I love you, now and always" He swore "My beautiful wife" He smiled.

"My handsome husband" She joked. "Stay inside me" Rukia asked "Let us lay like this for the night" Rukia spoke. Ichigo rolled over, allowing her to lay atop him. "Afraid you'll squish me my dear?" She asked in joking tone.

"I cannot help but care for my wife" Ichigo said, stroking her cheek. "I'd slay all who try to wrest you from my arms, I'd take my own life before I let you die, even if it means not being able to lie upon you"

"But I get to lie on you" She smiled, poking his nose with a grin. "I like it better"

"I like it better too" He smiled

"Since when?" Rukia scoffed.

"Since you told me you like it better" He replied. "Let us rest...today was tiring..we can continue this tomorrow morning"

"And the morning after, then the morning after that and that, then that and so on till I grow tired of you" Rukia teased, before yawning. Rukia leaned up, kissed his nose and lay on his chest. "Good night Ichigo"

"G'night Rukia"

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So they, like got married and stuff. And will have a few day long honeymoon and junk and stuff. Cool!

Any ways, thanks for sticking by me all these months! I'm really glad I have a lot of loyal readers and I love everyone of you! So, we finally reached the wedding day and now Ichigo is a husband and Rukia is a wife! I never thought I'd make it this far, so you guys take the credit!

Any ways, next chapter coming up soon. Byakuya and Kaien will be having much bigger roles in the near future, as well as Izuru and Yachiru! I forgot to respond to some reviews about Kaien/Kukaku incest, thanks for liking it. I wouldn't know much about incest, but if you are kinda pressured into it I'm sure it can fuck you up, so this is probably why Kaien is who he is, fake smiles and all that. Miyako would kinda be like his Rukia, with him being like Ichigo. Kaien and Miyako are basically what would happen if Ichigo and Rukia were nobles, except with their own unique quirks/personalities, which will come up soon.

Stay tuned!