Hello everyone, to the readers who enjoy GrimmRuki, this next prompt was suggested by a kind Guest yesterday. The second prompt is "fan". Thank you so much. Thank you for the flattery and compliments! :) I'm super happy you enjoyed my lemon last chapter, your to sweet. :) Just to let you all know, your not limited to the amounts of prompts you suggest. The more suggestions, the better, till I feel that I am done, lol. XD Just a few things I'd like to point out to all of you. This specific chapter will have a few Easter eggs. One being, a little bit of nostalgia behaviors from the OG Bleach, if you can spot it, and this chapter will have some Cowboy Bebop inspiration to it, it's not a crossover, just some elements will seem familiar to you, if your familiar with the Cowboy Bebop Universe. Warning: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. Don't own Bleach, it's plot-holes, or it's characters. XD If you don't like GrimmRuki, then please don't force yourself to read. This might have slight lemon, no promises tho. A few puns here and there, with silly banter lol. Please, review/and prompt me. Thank you. Flames, spam, and harassment won't be tolerated. Instant block. Thank you and I'll shut up now.
Chapter 2/Prompt 2: Fan
After her solo to the audience was finished, the spotlight went out.
The audience was left in darkness and as the lights came back on stage. Rukia Kuchiki had vanished from sight. Everyone watching was wondering if this abrupt departure was a part of the performance. They wondered, with slight murmurs, since Rukia was known to appreciate her fans with a gracious goodbye.
But she just vanished...
The audience cheered regardless, assuming there was another show the raven haired girl had to attend. Devoted and happy they were, Ginjo, the owner of Execution Stage was not on the same page as her loving fans.
Yet, Ginjo tried to keep his composure as a professional and gave his speech to the cheering fans, at how Rukia Kuchiki yet again with another great performance and as he continued on with welcoming the next performance, with Keigo Asano's dry jokes.
Quickly, Ginjo made his way to call Kuchiki Rukia and with no answer, he dialed for the Kuchiki male, her brother Byakuya who he often made many business deals with, including the often requested singing voice of his sister, Rukia. People loved her, but Ginjo didn't want this to be a repeated event of her taking off like that.
It was bad for business. People were too entitled, to keep poking at like that, without a single word of explanation. Most of these people were stinking rich, with their noses in the air.
After a second attempt, Ginjo got a hold of Byakuya Kuchiki.
"Hey there Kuchiki, by any chance, did one of your drivers already come to pick up Rukia swiftly like that? You know I needed her to renew our contract today. I don't need to remind you that this is every two years, right?" Ginjo said, with a slight smug annoyance in his voice.
The other end was a short lived silence, until Byakuya spoke with no such amusement ever present in his tone.
"Is this your way of joking with me? You know she always waits for our bodyguards to escort her out. In this day in age, she's not known to be this careless." Byakuya replied dryly.
"Why would I joke Kuchiki?! I may look stupid to you, but I'd never jeopardize my business for anyone. I need her to renew the contract on her end, with your part already complete. I know you adore your little sister and can see no wrong in her behaviors, but you have to admit, she can be as reckless as some of your errand boys." Ginjo argued back.
A click disconnected the communication. That always drove Ginjo crazy.
"That son of a bitch!" Ginjo yelled, tossing the phone to the floor, causing a startled Jackie and Renji to jump slightly at his action.
"You! Errand boy Abarai! Stop flirting with my employees!" Ginjo attacked accusingly.
"Errand boy?!" Renji Abarai yelled, obviously offended by the downgrade from assistant to errand boy. He was Byakuya Kuchiki's Assistant, not some damn errand boy.
Rukia fumed in darkness for a good twenty minutes.
"This sack over my head will melt my make-up off. Please removed it, damnit." Rukia spoke in annoyance.
This was the third time she was taken from her life with Byakuya. Once during a yacht party, second during a horse race event, and third... Her performance.
"Why so calm? You could show me a bit of fear." a menacing voice Rukia was all to familiar with spoke.
A strong grip gently tore away the sack that was obscuring Rukia's vision. Everything was cleared up to Rukia's expectations. Instantly, she knew who this man that had taking her was. Blue hair and eyes, that grin plastered on such a devilish profile, with his noticeable scar present underneath his collar bone, covering part of his chest. With his slightly open shirt, not buttoned all the way up. Exposing some of his muscles.
"Sexta... Grimmjow Jaegerjaques..." Rukia said in almost a low voice. Not at all fazed by his presence.
"Give me a kiss before you address me pocket sized woman." Grimmjow taunted, trying to pull Rukia into his embrace and ultimately his kiss.
"Cut the shit. Drop me off at the nearest stop! I had enough of this crap." Rukia replied, pulling away from his lips, looking around her. They were in his flying ship; "Emperor Sexta". Rukia had no idea where Grimmjow was planning to fly them off to, but she'd be damned if he'd fly from Mars, again to Earth. She was not going to make her way back home from such a distance. She would not allow him to prank her like that again.
"I love how feisty you get with me... Never a dull moment, my cute little bunny pray." Grimmjow said, while chewing hungrily at Rukia's ear, only for her to shudder under his touch.
"Cut it out you crazy cat in heat! The syndicate really allows you to keep fucking around like this?! Your life could be at stake. This isn't a game Grimmjow! My life is not your play thing! When are you going to cut this out. Be a man. Just tell me what you want. Enough of this cat and mouse crap." Rukia sighed into his chest. Her forehead against his collar bone. Studying his scar yet again.
Grimmjow just sat there, letting the ship's manual system continue for him, to his charted intention.
"You didn't let that wound heal... Who are you going to let hurt you next, besides Ichigo? Hichigo? Bazz-B? Gin? Kenpachi? Yachiru? Nanao? Lisa? Halibel? Mila Rose? Apache? Kon?" Rukia said, frustration in her voice, clear as the sun beaming on them, making the day hotter then it already was.
"Enough with that damn list. Don't mention those damn bodyguards that keep you apart from me..." Grimmjow glared off to the distance.
Grimmjow wrapped his muscular arms around Rukia's waste, clearly missing her warmth from the last time he held her in his bed. During that time, he needed to deliver some drugs from one syndicate to another, discretely, and Rukia, to his shock and anger, involved herself in his affairs last minute, carrying the drugs for him, under the disguise of a pregnant woman.
Oddly enough, Grimmjow secretly adored the sight of Rukia's belly looking as if she was bearing a child and almost wished it be real and his, but it obviously wasn't the case.
Later on, to find out that Rukia was intentionally protecting him from getting whacked by that sleazy syndicate run by both Aizen and Urahara. They planned on killing him, to rid themselves of any connections they had to the murder case of Yamamoto, their previous syndicate leader. That's why a few involved in that murder plot fell to their doom one way or another. First being Tousen, then Hisagi. Eventually followed Nell, Wonderweiss, Luppi, and Momo. All dead.
After that, they were going for him and he was protected by none other then Rukia and Ichigo, who later showed up to back her up, and her supposed pregnancy was pulled off. It fooled security like a charm. They bypassed everyone there. Sadly when they got there, to "deliver" the drugs, there were the remains of D-Roy, Shawlong, Edorad, Ilfort, and Nakim. Grimmjow's team...
After that, it was Hell. Artillery began.
To make a long story short. Grimmjow was saved. He believed he was only delivering drugs. He felt like such an arrogant fool as to not see the signs. Tousen warned him of his brash ways, but his dumb ass self fell pray. A position he despised.
Here he was. Throwing his damn self for the syndicates. Instead of just listening to Shawlong, and asking Rukia to leave with him. For him to leave the syndicate, never give Ichigo, or Hichigo the chance to take what he wanted. Leave the motherfuckers he hated in the dust as a distant memory.
Grimmjow was soon pulled away from his trail of thoughts, only to notice Rukia's fist closely on his face, drawing on him with marker.
"What the fuck are you doing...? You damn rabbit..." Grimmjow scowled at the raven haired girl. Who he noticed was as beautiful as ever. Wearing that silk dress that exposed the sides of her legs, her high heels that never beat his height, those bracelets that often blinded him with their glare, the fur of her thin jacket, wrapping part of her small, but shapely frame, those violet orbs that could never be replaced by any other...
"There you go monsieur... Now you truly look the part of a great, stereotype villian, with that new mustache I drew on you. Now you have every right to take me away." Rukia laughed slightly. Grimmjow trying to not allow that sexy laugh of hers to arouse him further.
"You damn witch! Give me that fucking kiss now!" Grimmjow demanded, as Rukia squealed cutely, only to laugh at him further.
"Maybe I should of drawn whiskers on you then? You damn cat in heat!" Rukia yelled, ever defiant, as always.
"I'll show you heat, you little..." Grimmjow purred almost, as he started to kiss Rukia roughly over her delicate neck line, nibbling at her sweet skin, as she arched her body against his, on his seat.
"Take me already...stray cat..." Rukia demanded. As she whipped away his artificial villain mustache, with her hungry kisses and smothering of her cheeks, as she snuggled her face fiercely onto him.
Grimmjow grunted roughly at Rukia grabbing onto his hard member and obliged her, by pushing his seat back and settling her into a sitting position, right where his torso and legs connected, as Rukia roughly unzipped his pants, and grabbed onto his full length. Rubbing it against her wet panties. Rocking her ass against his hands, that made his way from her waste to her plump peach.
"Fuck...Rukia... You never fail to make me react like this. I hate you for it. You know that...?" Grimmjow growled lowly, as she smiled at him from her upper hand on him.
"Is Earth where you want to land again? This will be a long ride. You sure you want this? Number one fan?" Rukia toyed with Grimmjow further, as she covered her devilish smile with a fan she slipped out from her jacket pocket. Trying to annoy him with terrible puns. Learning the worse from Asano.
Grimmjow's breathing almost stopped, but he recovered quickly.
Of course she'd treasure a gift. Especially one from their childhood. The pretty, but silly fan Rukia sported was none other then the fan he gave her when they were kids.
Rukia complained one day as they were walking, at the age of seven, that it was too hot for walking up hills. Something the little ice queen hated, heat. It brought nasty bugs, sweaty skin, and bad odors from others.
He had giving her a fan his aunt once owned, before she passed. He could finally part ways with it. From someone he loved to another. Grimmjow was content.
Here he was, seeing it for the first time in years...
"You kept that thing?" Grimmjow asked in a bit of awe.
Rukia blinked and shortly looked taking aback.
"Of course I did, you damn fool!" Who'd you take me for?! A rich snob of a women?! You really think I'd throw away something of such value?!" Rukia yelled, while rocking on Grimmjow's groin with violent force.
"Hey, dammit! Save that fool shit for that brat, Ichigo Kurosaki!" Grimmjow growled, while gripping onto Rukia's hips.
"Shut up! He's the fool! And your the damn fool! See! There's a difference. Get that straight!" Rukia clarified in pride for her silly argument.
Grimmjow this time held a stern look towards Rukia, making her realize and look a bit confused at his silent demeanor, dropping her arms to her side, as she still cradled his thighs with her own, while sitting on him.
"Seriously tho... After we fuck... What's say you and me leave shitty Mars? I want this with you. I realized I can't keep being an asshole to you. We can run from all this shit. I know it's not the way you actually want it, but sacrifices have to be made. You know that better then anyone. So what do you have to say little Usagi? Can we cut the cat and mouse games?" Grimmjow asked, feeling ragged from all the stress eating at him for months.
Rukia sighed in defeat.
"My brother won't like this... Just do me a favor... Let's go back for Chappy. You know how much I love her..." Rukia whispered.
"We ain't going back for that stuffed rag doll Rukia..." Grimmjow frowned in a petty manner.
"Oh really! Now I'll be the one to whack you!" Rukia attacked.
"What the fuck!" Grimmjow yelled, muffling at this point, from being suffocated by Rukia's peach, as she used this to her advantage to change their course back to get Chappy. Laughing all the way there.
End.
Well, sorry for no lemon, maybe next time. For some reason I enjoyed the silly bantering and remnants of their past clearly on the surface. If I ever get the chance, I might want to write a remake sequel of this one, but for now, no. Prompts are my goal. XD So please, bring me some prompts and reviews. Until next time, space cowboys and cowgirls. :)