Hey guys! *bricked* I know, I know. It's been way too long. College has been kicking my ass and since I have one more year left, I'm busier than ever. Well, to make up for it, I plan on updating for the next three weeks before I leave the country. Where I'm going, there's no internet, so I'm going to try updating Crash and this story every week. I make no promises though. Also, thanks for all the favs, reviews, follows, and story alerts! That really means a lot to me!

Welp! Here you go! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters.

"Mmmm!"

A soft moan sounded throughout the moonlit room. The light reveals two figures, deeply entwined with each other on the bed, taking part in a timeless dance.

"Rukia." The male whispers, reverently, as he slowly moves in and out of her body.

"Ichigo!" She gasps, feeling the pleasure run through her body like fire. "M-More!"

He begins to quicken his thrusts, which makes her release another gasping moan. She arches her back under the onslaught of pleasure, ripping holes in the sheets as it becomes too much. Seeing her throat bared to him, Ichigo lets out a growl of pleasure, and lowers his head to lick the offered gift. The smell of her intoxicating blood and her arousal forces his fangs to elongate and scratch her porcelain skin.

"Yesssss!" Rukia hisses, feeling his fangs scratch across her neck. She grabs his head closer to her neck, encouraging him to finally send her over that ledge of pleasure. Running his tongue over that spot once again, he finally sinks his fangs into neck.

Rukia lets out a scream of pleasure, climaxing around his hardness as he takes from her. White hot pleasure shoots throughout her body, making her tremble against him and causing tears to fall out of her eyes. Only he can make her feel this way. Only he can give her this kind of pleasure.

When she finally comes down from her high, Ichigo removes his fangs from her neck, running his tongue over the punctures to close them. She watches as he licks her blood off his lips, feeling as her body thrums in response. A smirk pulls at his lips and she moves her gaze up to his eyes. His ochre eyes are now bright gold with desire from the taste of her blood. She feels her body heat up in response.

"Rukia," he purrs against her lips. She feels his still hard erection pulse within her and moans when he begins to take deep, hard thrusts into her wetness. He kisses her deeply, imitating the movements of his hips with his tongue. Rukia holds him tightly to her.

Pulling back from her lips, Ichigo kisses down her jaw, towards her ear. He gently bites her earlobe, making her buck her hips into him. He smirks against her ear and whispers a promise to her that she's sure he'll keep.

"Before the sun comes up, you won't remember anything except for my name."

Rukia woke up with a gasp. Her chest is moving rapidly from her breathing. She moves a hand up to her forehead to wipe off the sweat that's pouring down her face. As she moves to sit up, she looks around her room, half expecting for the man in her dreams to be there with her. But she sees that she's alone and that her panties have become completely soaked with the force of her orgasm.

"Why did that feel so real?" She asked herself.

Shaking her head from her thoughts, Rukia looked at the alarm clock on her nightstand. It was 3 o'clock am on Saturday. Far too early for her to be up. She lay back down, trying to calm her racing heart. Her thoughts plagued with the gorgeous man from her dream. Thinking back on it, she felt as if she's met him before. But how is that possible? She was pretty sure that she'd remember who he is if she actually knew him. And to be involved so intimately like that?

Rukia blushes with the memory of his touches. Ichigo, she thought. That's his name. Just thinking of his name gave her a sense of peace and longing.

'Longing for what,' she asked herself. 'There's no way he's real."

Dejected and feeling the weight of her loneliness come down upon her, Rukia turned on her side and tried to go back to sleep.

They're only dreams.

Back in Budapest, one day after Ichigo's awakening.

"We've missed you, Ichigo."

The young king, who is now dressed in a white Bond street suit, smiles at the faces surrounding him; faces that he has last seen 600 years ago. It's been far too long. He glances at all of the faces in the throne room. It's a mix of family and friends, but all which have greatly missed his presence.

His sisters are all touching some part of him. Orihime has taken his left hand hostage, Karin leans back against his knees, and Yuzu has taken up residence in his lap. He doesn't mind. If anything, he welcomes their presence.

He looks to his right to see his brother standing close to him. Although he doesn't show it, Ichigo knows that Shiro has missed him the most. As twins, they always had a special bond. They always knew what the other was thinking and how the other was feeling. He's reminded back to what happened a less than 24 hours ago.

Flashback

"Ichi-nii, it's so good to have you back again," Yuzu cried into his shoulder. "We've missed you so much."

"I've missed you all, too, Yuzu," Ichigo murmurs into her hair, while being embraced by all three of his sisters. He holds back his tears of joy; it's been far too long.

"We have so much to tell you, Ichi-nii," Orihime moves back from the embrace, wiping the tears from her eyes and smiling widely. "You've missed so much."

"I know," he responds, smiling softly at her. He turns his attention back to his two youngest siblings. "I can't believe how much you girls have grown. You're just as beautiful as ever." He says smiling down at Karin and Yuzu, who have yet to let go of him.

"Shut up," Karin says, hiding her blushing but pleased face in his chest. "I missed you." She whispers softly, knowing that he can still hear her. He holds her tightly and presses a kiss to the top of her head, his way of letter her know that he feels the same.

Looking up from his two sisters, he sees Shiro, his pale copy, standing by the door. Barely repressed tears are shining in his eyes. Seeing where his attention is focused, Orihime calls attention to Yuzu and Karin.

"Come on girls. Let's go inform every one of the good news." She says, smiling.

Yuzu and Karin, having noticed what she already has, each kissed Ichigo on the cheek, and ran out the tomb. Orihime kissed his cheek and whispered a fond, "Welcome back" in his ear before following the girls at normal pace. Ichigo watches her leave and then focuses his attention back on his twin brother.

Opening their bond, Ichigo catches a glimpse of his brother's emotion, and that tiny glimpse almost brings him down to his knees. There is so much hurt and despair and anger and happiness. So much happiness that his brother, his twin, his other half is finally back. Ichigo feels the tears that he has been holding back, finally break the dam.

"Shiro."

Just the utterance of his name causes Shiro to embrace his brother, his King, happy to finally be reunited with his twin.

"King," he says, voice breaking while his tear soak his brother's shoulder. "Don't you ever do that to me again."

"I promise. I won't," Ichigo responds tightening his embrace around his brother.

"And I've missed you all dearly. Tell me, where are our parents?"

"The last we've heard, they were in France, your highness. However, I do believe that your uncle, Lord Kyoraku, has found them. I'm waiting for him to contact me." He hears his mentor and adopted uncle, Urahara state as he stands next to his wife, Yoruichi.

Just as he's about to thank him for the information the throne room doors bang open, turning everyone's attention towards the commotion.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!" A blue-haired man shouts.

"Well hello to you too, Grimmjow," Ichigo responds, smirking. He motions for his sisters, to move to the side. Usually confrontations with Grimmjow ended up in violence.

"Don't give me that smug look, asshole!" Grimmjow snarls, pointing a finger in Ichigo's face. "Do you know how long I waited for your pansy ass to wake up?! 600 fucking long ass years! I should kick your ass!" Shiro holds back a snort of laughter.

"I see that you're still just as vulgar as you were then," Ichigo says, smirking in full force. Damn, he's missed his best friend.

"Shut up!" Grimmjow growls at Ichigo. "Don't fucking do that again, you selfish bastard." Ichigo looks into the ice blue eyes of his friend, seeing the full extent of Grimmjow's hurt. Ichigo's brother reveals to him through their link that every day, Grimmjow would enquire about the status of his best friend, often visiting his tomb to talk (yell actually) to him and convince him to wake up soon (More like threaten to destroy his body in his sleep if he didn't wake his sorry ass up soon and to stop being such a prissy little bitch. Luckily, he was taken away before he could enact his promise. They've always had a rather violent friendship.) Ichigo continues to smirk, but softens his gaze.

"I won't."

Grimmjow stares at his friend for a moment, and then nods, hiding how happy he sees at what he sees. "So, when are you going after your Ice Queen?" He asks, smirking slightly.

After hearing from his brother and Shunsui that their uncle and brother, respectively, knew the exact location of his beloved and that she was his employee, Ichigo's joy at being back grew. It's been far too long that he's last seen his love. And he'd destroy anyone and anything that stood in his way.

So with a dark and wide smile, Ichigo answered.

"Soon."

Tokyo, three days later

Rukia was up before the alarm had gone off, staring blankly at the ceiling. For some strange reason, she had a heavy sense of anticipation overwhelm her. Like something that she has been waiting and hoping for was finally going to come to pass today. But what could it be? Shaking off the feeling, believing that it was just her mind playing tricks on her, Rukia proceeded to get ready for work.

As she washed her face and brushed her teeth, Rukia thought about her latest dream concerning the mysterious, gorgeous man named Ichigo. This one was more vivid than the other, almost as if it were a memory rather than a dream. Discarding that thought, Rukia focused on the details of the dream. Unlike the rest, which all took place in a bedroom of some sorts, this dream took place in a rose garden during the afternoon. The man was wearing some sort of black and gold renaissance outfit, but for some reason, it seemed to fit him. With the sunlight, Rukia was able to see that the man had bright auburn, almost orange hair, and the most beautiful golden brown eyes. They stood underneath a gazebo, which was covered in roses. He held her hands as he gazed into her eyes.

"Even in death my heart will always belong to you."

Rukia shivered at those words. If only he were real. She scoffs at that thought and throws her towel down forcefully on the sink.

"Like that'll ever happen," she says aloud, turning off the light in the bathroom. Hurrying back into her room, she goes to get dressed for work.

As Rukia walks into work thirty minutes later, she notices that the office is all abuzz. A lot of the women were fixing themselves up and touching up their makeup.

What the hell is going on? Rukia thinks to herself. Seeing that Kiyone is at her desk, she poses the question aloud to her.

"Hey, Kiyone. Do you know what's going on? Why is everyone excited?"

"Oh! Rukia-sama! I didn't see you there," she responds. "Well, Ukitake-sama's nephew has just arrived today. I guess that's the reason why all the women are in a tizzy." She said, laughing.

"Ah, I see. Well, let me get to work. Talk to you later, Kiyone."

"Okay!"

As soon as Rukia booted up her iMac, her work phone began to ring.

"Gotei Publishing. Rukia speaking, how may I help you?"

"Ah, Rukia-san, would you mind coming into my office? I have something I need to discuss with you," her boss, Ukitake Juushiro states.

"Of course, Ukitake-sama. I'll be right in."

"Thank you," he responds kindly.

After hanging up, Rukia makes her way across the room towards her boss' office, not noticing the jealous or hateful looks sent her way. After knocking on her boss' door and hearing a soft "Come in," Rukia hesitantly makes her way into his office, closing the door behind her.

"You wanted to see me?" She asks, clasping her hands behind her.

"Yes! I wanted you to meet someone," Ukitake smiles kindly and the points behind her. "Rukia this is my nephew, Kurosaki Ichigo. He shall be visiting me for the next two months."

Rukia turns around to see the man that Ukitake was pointing to and feels her world shift.

IT'S HIM! THE MAN FROM MY DREAMS!

The man is absolutely gorgeous! Standing a little bit taller than 6 feet, with broad shoulders, shoulder length auburn-orange hair, a straight aristocratic nose, chiseled jaw, full lips, and a lean muscular body covered in black Armani suit, Rukia can see why all the women in the office are going crazy.

Focusing her gaze onto his golden brown eyes, Rukia is filled with a sense of familiarity, relief, fear, joy, and longing all at once. Part of her wants to sob and laugh in joy, and the other part wants to run away from this man and the meaning of his presence.

"It's very nice to meet you, Yamazaki-san," he says, putting out a hand.

The sound of his voice sends shivers down her spine and to her most womanly parts. This is far better than her dreams.

Realizing that she's being rude and that the man has been waiting for a response, Rukia stammers out an answer

"I-It's n-nice to meet you too, Kurosaki-san." As she takes his hand, she feels a current of electricity shoot throughout her body. Looking up to see if Ichigo felt the same thing, she's almost overwhelmed with what she sees in his eyes: lust, longing, happiness and one she dare not name because of the sheer impossibility of it.

He smirks knowingly at her, while bringing the back of her hand towards his lips. "I look forward to working…intimately with you, Yamazaki-san," he states before kissing her hand. His eyes seemed to grow a bit darker at that statement.

"Yes," Rukia whispers, still staring into his eyes, unknowingly moving closer to him. The feel of his lips on her skin sends Rukia's heart into overdrive. Something deep inside her is compelling her to force those full lips onto hers. When she realizes just how close she is to completing that action, and how he's not even trying to stop her, she rips her hand from his grasp and stumbles towards the door, gasping.

"Yamazaki-san, are you okay?" Ichigo asks, moving towards her, concern taking over the lustful tone of his voice, slightly.

"No! Please stay away!" She stammers out, still staring at Ichigo. She can't handle this, him, anymore. It's too much.

"Rukia, why are you crying?" Ukitake asks, getting up from behind his desk.

Bringing a hand to her face, she feels that she is indeed crying. "I don't know," she said looking back at Ichigo to see that he's still moving towards her. She has to leave.

"I'm sorry," she sobs. "But I have to go." And Rukia runs out the room, ignoring her boss calling her name, or the confused looks her coworkers are giving her. She runs towards her desk to grab her purse and wallet and rushes towards the elevator. All the while, one question continues to ring throughout her head:

Just what the hell is going on?!

9/1/2013

Did some editing to this chapter. If you're interested in being my beta, message me and let me.

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