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The tour didn't take as long as one would expect, mainly because the barracks had a lot of space which just did the same thing. Still it seemed as though Ken'ichi enjoyed the experience and asked questions when they entered his mind. Right now the boy was watching a few of the newer members train, Nel beside him to answer any of his questions.

Ichigo watched them with a small smile on his face. He wasn't sure why, but after all the recent...drama, in his life. This was a welcome break.

"Shouldn't you be the one showing him the ropes?" Rukia asked, walking up next to him.

She had excused herself to do her own duties as Lieutenant, reminding Ichigo once more that he would not escape his mountain of paperwork.

He smirked shook his head. "Nah, I figure that if he wants to be a shinigami it's better for him to see someone who is making mistakes."

Rukia gave a mental smile at that, marvelling at how far he had come from when he had first been a Captain. Still, she gave a snort of amusement and looked over to the two shinigami who were fighting.

"Still, I think he would like to see his hero in action." She pointed out.

Ichigo gave a thoughtful nod and replied. "Don't worry, I'll give him a show before he leaves."

She rolled her eyes. "Don't let your ego get to big now you have met a fan, berry. And make sure you can control your power, he's just a normal soul with a bit of reiatsu at the moment."

Ichigo scowled and looked away. "It'll be fine. It's not like I'm going to go into bankai right now, I told you I have more control now."

"Right, I'm just making sure." She responded curtly, making him feel slightly bad for his outburst.

There was a silence between them, then Rukia broke it with a cough and looked away. "Ichigo...you know..."

He turned to look at her and was surprised to see her red faced and looking at the ground. She fidgeting with her hands before finally balling them into fists and turning to look at him, resolve burning in her eyes.

"Since Nel is keeping him entertained...we have some time alone." She trailed off suggestively.

Ichigo glanced over at where Nel was keeping Ken'ichi's attention on the fighting shinigami, then made his decision and smirked back at her. "What were you thinking?"

She grinned back at him, despite the blush on her cheeks and grabbed his hand, pulling him along as she flash-stepped through the compound to one of the barracks which she knew would be empty today.

How did she know? Because she had sent that part of the squad off on a training mission last night when Ichigo had fallen asleep.

She searched for any reiatsu just in case and found none to her delight. Ichigo closed the door to this section behind him, knowing that any unwelcome interruption would be...troublesome. Once that was done he turned, and instantly found that Rukia was snaking one arm around him and entwining the other in his hair.

Their eyes met, seconds later their lips met in an explosion of pent up emotion. Rukia pulled Ichigo's head down and he was more than happy to accept her, encircling her small waist with his own arms.

They wanted to be closer, needed to be closer.

Rukia moaned into his mouth and clenched her hand in his hair, her mind reliving every fantasy she had at the same time. Then they were all gone and Ichigo was everything, his hair his touch, his tongue caressing hers in a sensual dance.

Ichigo was faring no better, his body aching for the soft touch of Rukia's skin. His wish was granted when he suddenly felt a shift in weight as Rukia jumped up and wrapped her limbs around him. He grinned into their kiss, moving his hands to support her at the same time, bringing her flush against his body.

Their lips finally parted for air, a thin trail of saliva connecting them for a moment before it snapped and the two of them were separate once again. The sound of heavy breathing permeated the room as the two officers stared at each other, Ichigo breaking out into a grin.

"If we want to continue this, maybe we should go somewhere more comfortable." He suggested, too caught up in the moment to be shy this time.

Rukia's face was flushed red, she didn't know if it was from his suggestion or their...activities. Either way it wasn't her first concern as she nodded and felt them move moments later.

Ichigo was flash-stepping as quickly as he could, not giving anyone time to see them as he moved through the halls to his office, his mind focused only on doing that. They arrived quickly, Ichigo slipping through his door and closing it behind him. He moved to kiss Rukia again, but she stopped him with a finger on his lips and he looked at her pleadingly.

"Wait, Ichigo." She said softly, ignoring his growl as she pulled away from him, only going as far as the closed door beside them.

She held out her hand and concentrated for a moment, which was difficult considering who was standing behind her, but she managed it and the door glowed with a soft blue light, which then faded.

Rukia turned back to him, a coy smile on her face. "Now no one can interrupt us."

Ichigo grinned back, on her in an instant, mouths connected once again and hands roaming over each other's bodies.

Neither knew when, but somehow Rukia found herself falling back onto Ichigo's bed, the soft mattress cushioning her fall. Then Ichigo was back upon her andshe decided to take matters into her own hands, rolling them over so she was on top of her Captain.

Ichigo didn't care, in fact he shuddered at the sensation of her small body straddling his waist. Her small, delicate hands, almost pawing at his shihakusho in want. No, need. Finally she broke through, slipping her hands under his robe and reaching the tensedmuscle beneath. Ichigo gasped into her mouth as she ran a hand down his back, nails scratching into his tanned skin in an effort to pull the Captain closer.

He fought back, his own hands searching for their prize amongst the black and white cloth that covered her. Finally he found a gap, his hand surging forward and touching her soft, pale skin. She responded with her own gasp, his touch burning her as his hand trailed around her stomach towards her back.

"Ichi-" Rukia gasped, lifting her head to breathe and stare at his handsome face. He looked back, her own face was red and her eyes alive with desire.

Then she moved, rocking forward on his waist, all too aware of his arousal pressing against her sex, which was growing damper. And it definitely wasn't withsweat.

"God...Rukia." Ichigo groaned, his senses being assaulted from every angle by Rukia, everything about her.

His hand move up further, trailing around again to the front of her chest and touching on her breast.

Rukia's eyes widened when she felt his hand, her body freezing at the sudden and growing influx of pleasure, heating her core and making her moan out loud. Ichigo heard this and noticed her lack ofother movement. Takingthis as a cue, he changed their roles yet again by flipping them over.

Her shihakusho fell open from their previous actions, her bare chest open to Ichigo's lustful gaze. Suddenly she was aware of their situation and felt embarrassed by her actions, curling up slightly and crossing her arms over her chest.

"I-Ichigo, we shouldn't, we..." She started, looking away timidly.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow despite his hormones raging at him to continue. What had caused this sudden change in her demeanour, from...well, sex kitten to a timid little girl? She shifted her head and closed her eyes and it clicked in his mind.

She didn't want to see his reaction, now that she was bared to him. Indeed it was the first time that he had seen her topless so he could understand some hesitation...but this?

"Rukia..." He said softly, but got no response.

So he leant down and cupped her face, making her look back at him. When he saw her violet eyes, he smiled at her.

"Just relax..." He said, moving down to her chest.

Despite what he had said, Ichigo's heart was throbbing and his mind was screaming at him that he was doing something wrong. But he pushed that aside and let his lips gently craze her skin.

She let out a gasp as she felt his soft lips move up her breast towards her nipple. His breath was driving her crazy as it tickled the edge of it, forcing her insecurities out of her mind with a wave of pleasure.

Then his tongue was on it and his teeth were grazing the sensitive nub.

"Ichigo!" She shouted, the sensation unlike anything she had experienced before.

He continued to pleasure her as her lithe hands ran down his body, gently scratching at the hard muscle on his body. Ichigo gasped as he felt her hand dip below his navel, making her look down at him with eye full of lust.

She slowly ran her hands up his hard shaft, biting her lip and closing her hand around it slowly. Ichigo groaned in pleasure as she started moving her hand slowly, then he redoubled his efforts on her modest breasts. Soon the room was full of their soft moans of pleasure, all the time the two of them continued to explore the other'sbody inany way they could.

Suddenly, Rukia was aware of the heat building in her core, it was a tension that needed to be unwound. Faltering, she stopped and pushed back, scooting away from Ichigo on the bed.

"Rukia..." Ichigo half groaned, mourning the lack of contact. He looked up to see her own flustered face and frowned.

"What-" He started, but she cut him off shakily.

"It's not you, Ichigo...but we can't go any farther." She took a deep breath, then looked up at him. "I don't want to risk the clan finding out before the marriage, and if we were to do any more..." She trailed off, her blush increasing.

Ichigo sighed and pushed himself up. "You're right, I don't think I'd be able to hold back." He frowned and wrapped his discarded shihakusho around his waist haphazardly.

She looked apologetically at the prominent bulge and he shifted uncomfortably before he stood.

"W-well, I'm going to go and have, eh, a shower." Ichigo mumbled, simply wanting to relieve the pressure that was all too prominent.

Rukia nodded mutely and fell back onto the bed, exhaling in an attempt to do the same thing while thinking to herself. If this engagement was any longer, they might not make it to the end.


"Ichigo!" Nel called out, an excited Ken'ichi practically bouncing around as they searched around the barracks.

The Arrancar had decided that Ken'ichi had waited long enough to see Ichigo showoff, it wasn't like her Captain had any qualms about showing a bit of power most of the time. She frowned as she searched for his reiatsu but couldn't find it.

But both he and Rukia were suppressing it.

She pouted, knowing that the two of them were likely up to...fun things. Before she had more time to contemplate that topic, she noticed another presence approaching her swiftly.

Nel had just turned to see the Captain of the sixth squad appear before her.

"3rd seat Kurosaki, and..." He questioned, looking down at the small boy who was returning his gaze.

Nel gave a small bow and put her hand on Ken'ichi's head. "Greetings, Captain Kuchiki, this is Ken'ichi and I am showing him around the barracks today."

Byakuya nodded and looked back up at Nel.

"Very well. However, my reason for being here concerns your Captain, where can I find him?"

Her cheeks instantly flushed red as she thought of what they could be doing right now and she shook her head stiffly. "I-uh, no." She responded simply.

Byakuya's eyes narrowed as he noticed her red tinted cheeks. He searched out for Rukia's reiatsu signature, going over as much of the barracks as he could in as much detail as he could.

Then he found it.

He looked at the pair coldly and dipped his head stiffly. "I have located them, farewell."

Nel watched him go, then the ramifications of that person in particular finding the pair hit her with full force. She cringed, then looked down at Ken'ichi and gave him a quick smile.

"Well, it looks like we're going to have to move quickly." She said and picked him up in order to move quicker.

He frowned in confusion, but her meaningwas apparent when she took off in a burst of sonido.

Rukia felt a cold shiver run down her spine and she frowned.

That was all the warning she had before the door burst open, her kido shattering. The Lieutenant was on her feet within moments, a sheet around her and her blade in her hand in preparation to fight of, or unleash some stress, on whoever had decided to blow open a Captain's door.

She froze when her brothers form appeared from behind the cloud of smoke.

"N-Nii-sama." She stuttered, her mind drawing a blank.

He looked down at her coldly, then gave a small sigh.

"Leave, Rukia. I need to speak with Kurosaki in private." She looked back at the door which Ichigo was no doubt cowering behind, then nodded. She didn't think he was in any danger of being hurt this time, her brother seemed to have ulterior motives.

She caught sight of Nel appearing just down the corridor and was surprised to see that the blushing Arrancar had a shihakusho in her hands.

She silently thanked Nel as the girl threw her the clothes and she caught it in mid-air, vanishing in a burst of shunpo to escape further embarrassment.

Byakuya watched her leave and ground his teeth in irritation. He knew that this sort of thing was going to happen sooner or later, in some respects it was cruel to put a teenage boy and a sexually inexperienced girl together for long periods of time and expect nothing to happen.

'I'll deal with that later,' He thought gloomily. He had just been informed of some rather disturbing news by an all too cheerful werecat.

"Kurosaki, if you are decent then come out. I don't wish to idle here too long...we'll talk about your actions with my sister at a later date." His voice left no room for argument. They would talk about it at some point.

He heard a mumbled curse from the other side of the door and the sound of something falling over. Moments later Ichigo emerged from the room, his hair damp and his shihakusho looking as though it had been put on quickly. The younger Captain grunted at Byakuya and moved over to the bed to pick up his haori. Once it was in place he turned back to the noble, more confident now that he wasn't in danger of imminent death.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure." Ichigo drawled, trying to diffuse the tension in the room.

Byakuya got straight to the point.

"I was informed today, by lady Shihoin, that you have been selected to be the next head of the Shihoin clan."

Ichigo let himself smirk and nodded. "Yup, it turns out I'm related to Yoruichi, so I'm in the right position to take over the clan. She seems to think that I'm right for the job and I figured that I may as well."

Byakuya twitched at his casual tone when he had been given such a great honour.

He opened his mouth to object, but Ichigo's face hardened and he held his hand up to stop the noble. "Before you object, I have thought about this. Yoruichi will be assisting him and my...child (Ichigo gave a cough of embarrassment) will be given the option of taking over the stealth corps."

Silence followed as Byakuya considered his words.

"You understand the responsibility that comes with this role, Kurosaki?" He said simply looking Ichigo in the eye.

"I won't let Yoruichi down." Ichigo replied, making Byakuya sigh internally.

There was no escaping it then.

His face hardened and he turned away from the younger man. "If that is your choice, then so be it."

He left without another word, the day had tested his patience to the limit.

A familiar reiatsu exploded onto his senses and he changed direction towards the eleventh squad's barracks, drawing his sword as he went.

Kenpachi was in for a fun day.


Beta'd by .lyingtoungesareclumsy.

(A/N) Right, it's been a while. I have to say that this does not mean a return to my old schedule, sorry about that. It's more that I will update when and if I feel like it, but I don't want this story to be over just yet, haha.

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On a personal note, I'm on chapter 6 of my light novel (I'm lazy and write slowly) and I have no idea on my results. I live in hope, but can only wait until next month to find out of I'm screwed or not ehe.

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