Chapter 2

Use your tongue." he demanded hoarsely as he kissed the ever living daylights out of her.

She gripped his collar even more and her grip was where all her anger went. Displeasing him was not the safest move considering that he was willing to pay her one hundred thousand yen just to serve and entertain him. After much reluctance, she used her tongue. She hated how his mouth curved up to a smirk. Kissing was like child's play for him so her futile efforts only added to his sadistic entertainment. If this was all she would ever do then she could live with that... Until graduation.

No, she took that back. He was only playing along with her so the moment he took the lead again, her sanity went out the window. She didn't like feeling these weird feelings when he kissed her like this. How shameful, what has gotten into your head Fubuki Rukia? Financially, she could make do without this job but when it came to her precious club, he was the only one who could save it. She absolutely loathed that one single fact.

He withdrew just to speak. "Now then, straddle me and call me master." he said smugly.

Rukia flushed red and stayed silent.

"Just do it already... The faster you do it the faster you'll get home unless you want to take my other offer of living here." he said assertively.

First he asked her to kiss him on his bed now he wants her to straddle him? He's even worse than an asshole. He was the devil's incarnate and no one would believe her if she told that to the world. Well... Maybe Germany would. His family had sent him here to learn some manners, which meant that they knew about his attitude. Rukia forced herself to straddle him. Her face was still flushed.

"M-master..."

"More conviction." he demanded.

"Master."

"Good... Carrying on." he said smugly as he himself grabbed the nape of her neck and mashed their lips together.

Why do people find so much pleasure in another's suffering and torture?

Even she wasn't spared from enjoying the pain of others.

Ichigo continued to overwhelm her. The moans she tried so hard to hide and keep were music to his ears. It was a first to find a woman who wasn't the least bit interested in him which was probably why he enjoyed torturing her so much. Ichigo didn't stop kissing her until she slipped up and let out a proper moan. She quickly redrew and covered her mouth in embarrassment as he simply smirked at her.

"That's my Rukia-chan, you can leave after cooking me dinner." he grinned evilly as Rukia got off of him.

Rukia sighed as she fixed herself and ignored the lingering sensations of his kiss. She walked up to the kitchen and began to prepare the ingredients she bought earlier on the way to his place.

What did she do deserve this?

Last night, she decided to try it out and say yes. He never said she couldn't back out but after hearing her salary, she couldn't help it. Also, he promised to stay in the club for as long as she worked for him. She was the only one who'd have to sacrifice something. It's not like she had never made any sacrifices before.

This morning was really bad too. She had to deal with his nice guy alter ego but when they were alone, he would let his personality show and true to his word, he never even went near the piano and he didn't even touch it. Renji was dismayed by his membership and Momo was ecstatic. Kuchiki-sensei honestly didn't care. He may know all the notes and every technical term for music but he didn't love his own subject and not once had he ever played an instrument for them. Ever.

Worst music teacher ever.

Rukia sighed even more as she turned on the stove and let the water boil before she added the instant miso soup powder she got in a promo. What did she do to ever deserve this? She was a straight A scholarship student and she practiced everyday. She didn't do anything to be hated by anybody much less hold grudges against anybody except Kurosaki. She didn't have enemies, she didn't bully people and she was a hard worker. Or at least, that's what all her bosses said, about her being a hard worker that is. She eventually learned how to cook because her jobs demanded it and besides, back when she could still afford ingredients, it was cook something edible or starve.

RukIa finally finished twenty minutes later and brought him a tray. Despite what he said about getting a cheap apartment, it wasn't exactly her definition of cheap. It was standard middle class expensive and was something beyond what she could ever afford in her lifetime. His cheap television set wasn't cheap at all, it just wasn't some wide screen TV and it wasn't HD or anything like that. His apartment was still kind of impressive and he's still complaining. At least he had a bed; all she had was a futon and one single room. He had three rooms, the bathroom, the living room and the bedroom.

He was simply watching TV when she saw him. He looked like any other teenage boy but then when he turned around, reality came back and she remembered the fact that he was some rich asshole from Germany. The Internet had spoken for him, he truly was rich. It's fine, they were halfway through the second year of high school, she just needed to endure senior year and she would be free of him.

Rukia laid the tray down. Ichigo saw it and smiled at her. "Thank you, cooking is beyond me." he thanked and that made Rukia doubt his little show of gratitude. He sounded like a nice guy.

"It's been a while since I had a Japanese meal." he commented as he took the chopsticks and did the classic 'itadakimasu'. He was about to eat but then stopped. "This is just for me... Don't tell me you only made dinner for one, why do you think I gave you extra money? I'm not that heartless that I'll let my precious maid to starve." he grinned and placed emphasis on the maid part.

Rukia cringed. "Don't bother being nice... I still have some instant ramen at home... Now if you'll excuse me young master, I need to get home..." she said bitterly as she picked up her bag.

He laughed at her last statement. "Be safe Rukia-chan... I can't lose my one and only source of entertainment in this boring Karakura Town..."

Rukia closed the door and sighed.

"Asshole... Who are you really?"

Rukia had dark circles under her eyes as she walked towards school; her guitar was strapped onto her back. She met up with Momo and greeted her best friend with a smile. Momo inquired about why she looked so tired but Rukia just responded by saying it was he part time job. As soon as they got to the gate, the entire female student body was following the jerk again. Rukia cringed as she tried to walk past the crowd while dragging Momo with her.

Amethyst eyes met amber ones by accident and he winked at her. Rukia scowled heavily as she knew what that obviously meant and stormed off even more. She was so thankful Momo didn't notice. She just needed to endure this for a few more months then she'll find some freshman who could at least play the piano and was interested.

"Hey! Earth to Rukia... What was that all about? Why did he wink at you?" Momo asked.

Damn, she did see it.

"Probably saying thank you for letting him join the club." Rukia replied.

"No, we should be the one's saying thank you. I mean, he saved us and all... Gosh, he really is nice. I wish I had a boyfriend like him." Momo's sighed.

"Yeah, don't we all. Come on, let's drop our instruments at the Music room then be on our merry way..." Rukia said as she opened her shoe locker and switched her shoes.

Momo did the exact same thing and they went upstairs simultaneously. They found the music room and placed their instruments carefully in a corner and locked the room afterwards before heading to the classroom. "Hmm... What instrument does Kurosaki-kun play anyway?" Momo asked.

Without thinking, Rukia answered. "Piano."

Momo looked at her weirdly. "How do you know that?"

Rukia bit her lip and mentally slapped herself for that small slip up. Technically speaking, she wasn't supposed to know that much less tell Momo. "I'm just guessing... He looks like he plays the piano." Rukia replied making a quick recovery. Her answer made sense.

Momo nodded in agreement. "It's possible."

Ichigo was already in the classroom, he flashed Rukia a smile. "Good morning Fubuki-san..." he only intended to greet Rukia but it would be suspicious since she was the only girl he greeted the whole morning. He decided to greet Momo as well. "Good morning Hinamori-san..."

Momo wanted to faint while Rukia wanted to puke all over he 'beloved master' projectile style. Rukia sat down in front of him casually and greeted him back in the same casual manner. "Good Morning Kurosaki-san..."

Momo greeted him back as she sat down and gave Rukia the fangirl look as she leaned back on her chair. Rukia was also leaning back on her chair and Ichigo's head was flat against the table. If he said anything, only she would hear it. "How's my Rukia-chan?" he asked.

"I'm not your Rukia-chan." she replied as she looked back to face him under the pretense that he didn't understand some part of his homework.

Ichigo pointed his pencil towards a certain section of the notebook. "Technically speaking, I'm your master. This makes you my maid... See it's as simple as that."

"Shut up you jerk, what do you intend to do during club activities?" she asked as she erased the doodle he was making.

He smiled but she knew he wanted to smirk. "Song Writer... I can sing too and I can play a little guitar... I'll just buy one later if you want..."

Rukia nearly banged on his table. "Are you an idiot! Guitar's are expensive, don't waste money!"

He shrugged. "I'm rich." he whispered. "By the way Rukia-chan... You said that out loud..." he said.

Rukia flushed red and looked around her. All the girls were glaring at her for shouting at him while Momo was kinda surprised. Rukia gave her best friend the 'don't ask' look. Renji was giving Rukia the thumbs up. Rukia cursed silently as she furiously rubbed her temples.

"Why didn't you stop me asshole..." she seethed quietly. "Moving on, you can be vocals if you want..." Rukia offered.

Because you look so cute and adorable when you're mad... By the way, head straight away to my place. No detours." he said as he wrote some random doodle on the paper.

"Ah! I get it. Thanks Fubuki-san!" he said out loud. Rukia sighed as she faced forward again. Dealing with him was already tiresome.

"Can't wait to taste you my maid..." he whispered.

Rukia blushed furiously and buried her head in her arms and pretended to sleep. Why was she the only to be subjected to such torture? It was truly unfair. She didn't feel like a maid, she felt like his slave. This was already sexual harassment... Well bordering sexual harassment.

Rukia was first to go to the music room. Renji and Momo had to cleaning duty and they wouldn't be finished for another thirty minutes. She was sitting with an acoustic guitar she had won in a music store promo. She didn't need it since she already had an electric guitar but she figured why not. She could sell it any given time. She played a few chords and began to singing.

"Ima Ichibyou... Hi ga Moetara... Sora ni Tokete... Asa ga Kuru... Nemuri Kara... Koe wo agete... Mebuite Yuki, Sekai... Ukeirerareta nara... Mou kako dato... Kizuketa..."

"What's that song? I've never heard it before?"

Rukia stopped playing, she didn't bother greeting him or at least face him. "I wrote it myself... It's called glow."

He walked and sat next to her on the couch and took her sheet music. He looked at it before placing it on the piano and sitting down. He looked at it for another full minute before playing it.

Rukia was wide eyed as she watched him. Was he transcribing the entire thing into piano form on the spot? That is incredible... But he said he wouldn't play. "I feel like playing all of a sudden but I won't play in front of other people... You already know my secret so playing or not playing in front of you won't make a difference." he said. "Sing with me." he demanded.

Rukia sighed. When he was using that tone with her, it was master and maid time. She approach the piano. Ichigo played the first few notes and Rukia never realized how beautiful it sounded on the piano. "You sing first, the rest will follow.." he instructed.

"Ima Ichibyou..."

"Hi ga Moetara..."

Rukia was shocked, he had a beautiful voice.

"Sora ni Tokete..."

"Asa ga Kuru..."

"Nemuri Kara..."

"Koe wo Agete..."

"Mebuite Yuku..."

"Sekai..."

Wow... They sounded great together. Why was she so in sync with this man? He was a jerk.

They finished until where Rukia stopped writing. Ichigo gave her back her sheet music and gave her another smile. He closed the piano and got up from the bench and made it so that the piano looked like it was never touched to begin with. He patted Rukia on the head.

"It's a nice song... Keep writing... Oh and..." he said before pointing to his lips. "Kiss me over here, after all, your precious master just played the piano for you." he said smugly.

Rukia scowled. "I never asked you to play for me!" she retorted.

"Ah ah ah..." he said wagging his finger back and forth. "This is an order from your master."

Rukia hesitantly dragged him down to her height. "I'm not tiptoeing." she said stubbornly.

"That's fine by me." he replied smugly.

Rukia took him by the collar. She mashed his lips quickly with hers. And there was that smirk again, that smirked of his infuriated her to no end. Ichigo captured her before she could withdraw. Though it was short. They quickly separated when they heard the door slide open. Rukia was the one who stepped a couple of steps away from him, looking very flushed. She glared at him for making her do that and all he did was smile innocently.

"Hey Rukia! Sorry for for the delay!" Momo said before looking at how close the two were and how flushed Rukia looked. "Hey Rukia, what's up?"

"The ceiling." Rukia answered as she stormed off to her guitar while mumbling something like 'insufferable bastard' or something remotely similar. Momo pondered over it for a moment before coming to a conclusion and shaking head. That was an absurd conclusion, there was no way Rukia and Kurosaki Ichigo were like that already. It's only been three days.

"Yo, let's get started." Renji said.

Ichigo took her acoustic guitar and earned a soft glare from her but he shrugged it off. "I'll play the guitar... You won't mind if I borrow it would you Fubuki-san?"

Rukia shook her head in an annoyed way. "Not at all..." she replied snappily.

"Hmm... With this arrangement... I'm guessing it's SCANDAL..." Momo said.

"Yeah, make it Sayonara My Friend... You know that song right Ass- er... Kurosaki-san."

She saw that he wanted to laugh. "Yeah, I do."

Rukia took her guitar and plugged it to the amp before turning it on and checking if it was in tune. Momo and Ichigo followed and tuned their instruments before Rukia told Renji to start. After hearing the drumsticks thrice, Ichigo played.

"Yappari Ie Nagata Yo, ima demo Kimi ga Suki dayo, Sayonara my Friend... La la la la la la la..."

Maybe he wouldn't be that bad of an addition to the club.

"You're washing the dishes." he ordered as he leisurely watched TV.

Rukia wanted to die, just when her opinion of him changed slightly during practice, he had to change it back himself. As soon as she arrived, he had a rack of maid outfits and made her choose one. He had a whole variety of them actually, classic French maid, English maid, the modern ecchi maid and even cosplay maids like those popular mangas "Kaichou wa Maid-sama" and "Hayate the Combat Butler". Not like Rukia actually read manga, Momo just brought them to school every now and then.

He even had the nerve to say something like: "If you're not gonna pick one then I'll strip you myself."

She would be crazy to chose the latter.

Naturally, the safest bet was the most conservative looking one and surprisingly enough, it came from a manga. She ended up wearing it with no qualms, if she did have any, she wouldn't have a club to be the president of. She hated how she was wrapped around his finger like a puppet. However, ever since her senpai graduated, Momo and Renji were a bit down when none of the freshman played a single instrument. His coming brought some hope to their eyes, Rukia couldn't possible take that away just because she couldn't endure this much. That would be selfish.

"Oh, done already? You can go now." he said casually as he simply sat in the living room as though there was nothing wrong with having your shirt unbuttoned in front of a girl. Rukia had already changed out of the maid uniform.

"Yeah... I'll be taking my leave now." Rukia replied as she exited out the door.

This was weird, acting like they've been doing this thing for months already.

How long would she be able to do this?

Day three, so far so good.

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