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corruptedkuchikiangel - "I love byaruki.. ichigo is especially an ass in this fanfic. I wish this turns into a byaruki.. but I know the odds of that is low because of the small fan base for byaruki compared to ichiruki... but carry on writer and have fun with it. Great job" - New reviewer! Ichigo is a dick in my fic haha. I love ByaRuki too, well my story is quite unpredicable. Who knows what will happen in the end and thank you very much though! (:

jobananasan -

"Oh. SHIT! BWAHAHAHAHA! Raise your hand if you didn't expect to see Ichigo in this chapter. *raises hand* Fuck! What the heck?! LOL! What is he doing there? I thought he left! Back to wherever he lives. Europe or wherever. Oh my god I hope she got rid of Byakuya's bouquet. *chuckles* I'm willing to bet it's on the frickin' counter, isn't it? If Ichigo sees it and sees who it's from he's gonna freak!

"...fate has brought us together again..."-Fate, my ass! *eye roll* He probably researched her the same way Byakuya did. You know, Byakuya hiring a PI to find out things about her is pretty creepy. I know I said Ichigo would probably do that too and I would've been okay with it. To me he and Rukia reached a level of trust and intimacy that Byakuya hasn't even come close to with Rukia. IchiRuki knows each other's names, they feel a mutual closeness and attraction to each other that seems beyond physical. Byakuya looks like a stalker for real. He's got a copy of her class schedule for fuck's sake! And if he realized that she hates attention why the fuck did he send her flowers to her class? I'm sure he knew full well that in would the attention of everyone. Now it's gonna spread around campus because of all his fangirls. In my opinion it's a very dick move. He actually thinks she's swooning because of the flowers? Goes to show how he doesn't actually understand her. And he's planning on visiting her at her home? So he can formally ask to court her? JFC! And here I thought Ichigo was full of himself. Nah. Byakuya's much worse. Holy hell! Now, I get that it's been awhile since he's been attracted to another woman so he's probably feeling like a stupid little schoolboy with a crush. I get it. But it doesn't excuse what he's done so far. I hope Rukia tells him off and calls him out for being creepy. Man, I'm feeling bad for her. Now she won't be able to walk around school in peace. *sigh* Also, what did Byakuya mean when he thought that Ichigo won't be bothering him ever again? Is it because he thought Ichigo would move on since Rukia's contract is over?

What the hell is Yachiru's and her father's problem? What have they got against Rukia? Yachiru's dad probably knows who Rukia's mom is and he warned Yachiru about her. In any case, the two of them can go fuck themselves.

And speaking of Rukia's mom, she was someone to be feared? So I'm guessing she was someone pretty powerful? I wonder if Byakuya will leave Rukia alone once he finds out who her mother is. If the PI was adamant about not revealing her identity for Byakuya's sake then I'm thinking Byakuya really shouldn't mess with Rukia. Anyways, awesome chapter! Things are getting more and more interesting for Rukia and we got a pleasant surprise appearance from Ichigo. Can't wait for the next chapter! :)"

Well Jobanana, I never said Ichigo left. Rukia's contract ended. Ichigo never left in the first place. Rukia did. Yeah I made Byakuya a bit of a stalker in this fic lol. Yeah he thought he would never see her again because of her contract. Let's just say Rukia's mother was quite powerful herself. (:

Ichigo had known that Rukia was available for only a week. It had not mattered, because after all, he only needed to fuck her for a couple times, right? Surely, his hunger for the whore would cease by that time. He never stayed with a single bitch for more than a single night, except for his girlfriends when he was younger, who lasted a week each. That was not his style.

Then he exceeded the limit that he set on himself. Those couple times multiplied into four nights with the bitch with numerous rounds of sex. By that time, he was already rationalizing that he was just getting his money's worth. After all, he reserved the whore for the whole week. Might as well enjoy it.

When the bitch was teasing him during their last night that he would miss her once she was gone, he found it ridiculous. Why would he miss a good fuck when he could always have it with another whore? To prove it to himself, he returned to the escort service the very next night with the intent to pick another whore, but he found himself bored.

Suddenly, all the other bitches looked all the same to him. They were always eager to please him, to the point that their moans sounded fake and forced just like their orgasm. They couldn't even entertain him because they were all too afraid to offend him, unlike Rukia who had the audacity to play him off – fuck that bitch. But still, she was more interesting than anyone he had ever met.

That night, he ended up spending the night in the VIP room where he fucked Rukia for a whole week. But he was alone and he did not pick up another whore. The night after that, he did not even bother to go to the escort service again. He just stayed in his room and relieved again his nights with his little whore using the lace panties that he got from her during their first night together.

He went about his life the same way he had been doing for a long time now: meeting with associates, overseeing the logistics of the goods they were smuggling, paying off the cops, but by the third night, he was already at his limit. He needed to see Rukia again or he would go insane. His right-hand, Sado, even noticed his uneasiness and asked him about the matter that was troubling him.

He was not the type to share his thoughts with anyone because only pussies do that, but then again, Sado was too smart for his own good. He already deduced what was troubling him and his advice was very simple:

"I think you need to go to Manager Shunsui and ask about Rukia."

He wanted to deny that his uneasiness had anything to do with the whore but Sado's knowing look was annoying him and he did just as he had been advised.

It was hard to get the information out of the manager because it was supposed to be confidential from the clients. However, Shunsui did not have any choice as he was not a regular client but one of the owners of the agency itself. What Ichigo found out pleasantly surprised him.

He knew that his little whore was witty during the brief times that they conversed with each other, but he did not expect that she was a scholar in a university. So they owned a floral shop and her aunt is also tattoo artist? That would explain the top-notch quality of her skin art.

The manager told him that he could visit the shop after her class and that was how he found himself waiting inside his tinted car at the block at seven that night. It did not take long for him when he saw her walking down the street, carrying a large bouquet of flowers. His eyes narrowed at the thought of someone wooing his whore. Rukia was his first! But he forced himself to calm down because there were still other people at the floral shop. He wanted to catch the bitch alone.

He could not help but notice how different she dressed. Was this her usual get-up? She covered her skin with her long-sleeved hoodie. But then again, she came from school where skin art like tattoos were probably not allowed. The baggy hoodie engulfed her petite body, hiding the subtle curves and the peachy ass that he knew like the back of his hand. That thought made Ichigo smirk. At least, what was his was hidden. Only he would know what Rukia looked like under that baggy hoodie.

He caught a glimpse of her bare face and he found that he liked it better compared to when it was covered with make-up. It was refreshing, although she had an annoyed expression as she walked briskly. Her eyes were the same though: stormy and mysterious, Ichigo could only wonder what she was thinking that made her annoyed as she walked towards their floral shop.

Ichigo liked everything that he had seen tonight and he would want to know more when he catches Rukia alone for the night.

Right after the older woman and the young girl who were talking to Rukia left the shop, he instructed Sado to guard outside. He wanted Rukia all for himself tonight. He waited for about ten minutes to make sure that the people from earlier would not come back. When it was evident that everything was safe, he went in.

The door chimed when he entered the shop and what greeted his sight pleased Ichigo immensely. There was Rukia who took off her hoodie and was clad with a form fitting tank top and skinny jeans. Her back was turned away from her and she was crouching a bit while mopping the floor. He let his eyes feast for a bit at the delicious ass that was just calling to be squeezed by his hands. Then she turned to him.

"Good evening, but we are already closing–" His petite whore greeted him, but what amused him was how her beautiful eyes widened from shock at seeing him.

Wanting to tease her more, he greeted her back.

"Hello, Rukia… We meet again," he made sure to utter his words in a sensual way.

The young lady stayed rooted to her spot and Ichigo saw how her body tensed, her hands clutching the mop tightly.

"Is that how you greet your customer? I know this shop ain't deluxe, but I'm expectin' at least a nice service," he quipped.

The young lady's face hardened after hearing those words. She put the mop in a corner and faced him again.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but the shop is closing. I suggest you return tomorrow. We open at 10 a.m." Rukia told him in a business-like tone.

Oh? So that was how she wanted to play? If she was going to pretend like she did not know him, then that was fine. He walked towards her, his hands in his pockets. Rukia did not move in her place so when he got in front of her, all he needed was to lean and whisper in her ear.

"I'm talkin' bout a different kind of service," he drew his hand out from his pocket and caressed her exposed forearm, the one that had the tail of a dragon coiled. "Something that only you could provide."

Ichigo felt her body shiver, making him smirk as he studied Rukia's pretty face. But it seemed like his petite whore did not want to make things easy for him tonight. She grabbed the hand that was caressing her forearm to hold it tightly and told him:

"Then you came into the wrong place, Sir," she said in a voice full of venom. "I'm afraid we don't have what you're looking for."

This bitch was terribly wrong if she thought he would easily back down, so he grabbed her waist and pulled her body flush against him, causing her to gasp in surprise. He then went on to whisper to her in an equally dangerous voice.

"Why, weren't you the one who willingly sucked my cock before? The one who rode me till the wee hours of the morning?" Ichigo rubbed his crotch at Rukia's stomach. "Weren't you the one who begged for me to take you harder and faster? What has changed, my little whore?"

Ichigo was expecting more snark from the young lady but when she raised her pretty face to him, he was surprised to find tears streaming down her cheeks. She shakily shoved him away from her and he let her, still reeling from shock at seeing her cry.

She hurriedly wiped her tears and told him in a shaking voice. "Of course, Sir Kurosaki. I don't deny that I was the whore that you fucked and sucked your cock. But as you can see," she gestured at the shop, "I'm not one anymore. Why don't you go instead to that damn escort service agency and find another? I'm sure my former fellow whores will be willing to service you."

She then went behind the counter and proceeded to clean it clumsily while Ichigo was left rooted in his place dumbfounded. The tables had turned. Damn, he did not expect her to cry. She did not seem to be the kind of person who liked to look vulnerable in front of others.

Rukia faced him once more, composed, her face blank and her voice dull.

"If you are not interested in getting anything, Sir, then I suggest you go home. Our shop is closing."

Annoyed at the strange emotion gnawing at his gut after seeing tears falling down Rukia's cheeks, Ichigo merely sneered before opening the damn door and going out of the shop. He found Sado standing outside the shop and told him to take him back to his mansion.

Right after the hateful man exited their shop, Rukia could not help but feel weakened as she slowly descended into the chair behind the counter. When she saw the bouquet that she placed on top of the counter, she snatched it rather harshly and dumped it in the trash can at the corner.

She hated that bouquet. She hated the man who sent it to her. She also hated the man who just went to visit her. She hated all of them who wouldn't just leave her alone. She hated how her prostituting stint seemed to follow her even when she already returned to her normal life. She just wanted to go back to her previous existence, hidden from the rest of the world. Why did everything have to change?

She never regretted her decision to become an escort and if she would go back in time and be faced with the same dilemma again, she would make the same choice. She was not even afraid if people from her school found out about what she did. In her mind, who would believe it anyways? After all, she was far from the usual escort: gorgeous, voluptuous, that kind of shit.

But she hated this kind of treatment: that because she used to be a whore, men expected her to bow down to their whims. It was like she did not deserve to be respected like a normal human being anymore, a person who had wants, preferences, and limits. Why the fuck did whores have to live with a stigma? But Rukia knew that for all her thoughts of that, she herself couldn't shake her shame at resorting into prostitution. Some prejudices were deep-seated, even within the victims themselves, and to make up for that, Rukia swore to herself that when she graduates from her sociology course, she would definitely work for organizations that help prostituted women overcome what they went through.

She stood up determined as she prepared to close the shop hurriedly. Yes, she used to be a whore, but she would show that her worth as a person was never affected despite that. And to do that, she needed to maintain her grades and become the summa cum laude of their department.

Sado heard everything that went on inside the humble shop where the escort that his boss was currently obsessed with apparently worked. The walls were thin and he was right outside the door, so listening was unavoidable.

His boss was actually enamored with that woman. Well, shit. The world is probably ending anytime now. At first, he couldn't believe it himself. But when his boss returned to the agency to fuck the same woman every night, everything was becoming clear to him. Even during the first night, it was evident that the petite lady made a remarkable impression on his carrot top mob boss. Interested at the way his boss was behaving, he resolved to observe his boss closely.

When the contract of the lady was finished, he saw how Ichigo tried to act normally, like he was not affected by the fact that his favorite whore was not available anymore. But he became very irritable, more so than usual, that it was almost impossible to work with him. Normally, his boss would lose steam by fucking whores from the escort service, but the curious thing was Manager Shunsui's information that Sir Kurosaki did not even pick an escort. The mob boss only slept in the VIP room alone.

It occurred to him that Sir Kurosaki desired only one woman, and that was the petite escort that the mob boss had for a week. And so, Sado advised him casually, not wanting to seem like a pushover, that the mob boss could ask the Manager about the petite lady. After all, Sir Kurosaki was one of the owners and he could get the confidential information with little difficulty.

After getting the information, the change was instantly apparent in his boss' attitude. He was pumped up, like a predator ready to prowl for his prey. Sado almost wanted to feel sorry for the girl who was probably living a normal life already. But then again, it would be his life and the lives of all the men working under the mob boss that could be endangered if Sir Ichigo continued to be irritable.

However, it seemed like everything did not go so well, and his boss was back to being irritable. Honestly though, he totally understood the actions of the girl. Since Sado felt that he knew what went wrong, he started to make conversation while he drove the car.

"How did your visit go, Sir, if I may ask?"

"Tch," the mob boss scoffed. "Damn bitch cried. I fuckin' hate women crying. It makes me wanna bash their heads into the asphalt."

Well, shit. If Sir Kurosaki's bad mood continued, it would be one of them whose head would be bashed. "It seems like Ms. Rukia is not your typical escort, or lady, for that matter, Sir Kurosaki. The way I see it, she seemed to be a person that has great pride. If she cried, it was probably because you stepped on her pride."

Sir Kurosaki did not respond for awhile, and then after a few moments, he asked Sado with confusion. "And why would a whore like her have so much pride anyway?"

"Well, Sir. From the data we gathered from her, she is a college student, right? But when we were waiting for her earlier, I decided to search her school's database. It seemed like she was not an ordinary student. She was a high school valedictorian and she was a scholar who is currently in the running for the highest honors when she graduates. She's a straight A student, Sir."

Sado paused for a bit before continuing. "In short, Sir, as an intellectual, Ms. Rukia would want to be treated like an equal. She won't be the type who will tolerate being treated lowly."

Sir Kurosaki sat silently at the back of the car. He probably was still mulling his "words of wisdom."

"Damn, she's too much of a hassle." Sir Kurosaki uttered with annoyance lacing his voice.

"Well, sir. There are other ladies out there who are dying for your attention. I admit that Ms. Rukia is kind of cool, but like you said, she's too much of a hassle," Sado answered.

The mob boss easily dismissed him. "Nah, easy conquers are boring. I prefer a challenge."

For the nth time now, well, shit. Sado was starting to think that his boss was not merely obsessed anymore. He was starting to show the signs of a love-sick man. Just the idea itself was terrifying. The world itself was definitely coming to an end.