A/N: This is a Rukia x Ichigo fic, mostly but other couples will be in here.Also OOC and A/U warning, first time writing NelxNNoi so...yea.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, or the series Bleach it belongs to Kubo Tite.

She stood nervously outside the big black door. This could very well be her chance to make all her wishes come through. Well most of them at least. Imagine what she could do with twenty-five thousand dollars.

Move away and start a whole new life, change her image to whomever she wanted to be. Even get that boob job she always wanted. She laughed silently to herself. Even as her friends had warned her about it, she had smiled. They didn't really know how she felt, they could live their lives happy but there wasn't any way for her to be happy here.

She knocked once quietly, she wasn't sure what she should expect, she hadn't even known this place existed until a few days ago when she happened across a flyer.

~ "Are you crazy? this is the shadiest thing I've ever heard."

"Not really it can't be that bad, besides twenty-five thousand is a lot of money." Rukia closed her textbook and glanced at her friend, "anyways I'm going today after school, I'll txt you the address, if you see me in school tomorrow, you know where I was."

Rangiku starred at her like she had lost her mind, "you're really going through with this."

Rukia nodded, she wanted the money, there was less than a month left till she was done with school and she had no clue what she wanted to do, she wasn't interested in a higher education, she wasn't even sure what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. Most of her family were gone, all she had left was her sister; and her husband that was so overbearing she wanted to get away from him.

With the money she could move away and start a new life. "Just be a friend and support me in this ok?"

Rangiku nodded, "I still think it's shady as hell though, you sure you don't want me to come with, there's been stories of people disappearing recently." She sighed in exasperation "So, you don't know who they are, you don't know how long it's going to take. What do you know then Rukia?"

"From what I gathered I'm going to be telling stories," Now saying it out loud she was a bit skeptical herself.

"Ok there is no way in hell I'm letting you go, are you fucking serious Rukia. Did none of this seem odd to you? Who in the world would pay twenty-five thousand just to hear some stories?"

"He will apparently. No matter what you say no one and nothing is going to stop me." Rukia stood grabbing her backpack.

Rangiku grabbed her hand, "Rukia, please listen to me, your putting yourself in a bad situation, I don't know how you can't see that."

Rukia forcefully pulled her hand from hers, "just stop Rangiku, you don't understand so stop pretending like you do." She walked off leaving her friend staring at her retreating figure.~

She knocked a second time, now apprehension overtaking her, the house was huge, she couldn't even count the number of rooms she had passed to reach this one. She had looked up fairy tales and old wives tales, fables and fiction to figure out ones to tell and she was confident she had found one he would like. Or at least liked enough to send her away twenty-five thousand dollars richer.

"Come in" the voice was deep and seemed to echo outside the empty hall, she pushed the door open and was greeted by two huge walls of flesh decked out in black tuxedos, hair slicked back.

"What do ya want?"

The voice didn't come from either of the mountains before her but someone behind them.

"I'm Rukia… uhm…I'm here to tell stories?" she faltered.

He said something and the two moved out her way. There in a huge bed, sat a boy about her age maybe a few years older. His hair was wild and messy a firm scowl on his face, his eyes had bags on his bags. He stared at her intently the frown still in place.

She glanced around at the huge bedroom, now she was afraid. What the hell had she been thinking, she stepped back, "I think I'm in the wrong place, I'm just going to go…"

The two mountains blocked her path and forced her forward.

"What do you think I'm gonna do to you?"

She shrugged, honestly she didn't know, as she stepped closer she could see he looked like he was on death's door, exhausted was not the word for it, "doesn't really look like you can do much to tell the truth." She stepped further into the room until her knees hit the bed.

"You can sit there," he gestured toward the edge of the bed and she sat complaisantly looking at him.

"What are you waiting for?" he said frustration lacing his voice.

"Well do you have anything you want to hear or should I just start."

He ran his hand over his face "Just fucking start."

She nodded, "ok…" she paused for a sec wondering how she would start, mentally rifling through her catalogue of stories and finally decided on one she had liked.

There once was a young woman who had everything you could ask for. She was the princess of a prosperous kingdom. Her father was a wise and benevolent ruler. Her subjects loved and adored her.

Yet she was unhappy, she wished for one thing and in all her eighteen years she had yet to find it…

She sighed staring out over the court, ladies dressed in ruffled skirts and bodice, men in their fanciest apparel. Her mother and father sat atop their thrones, reveling in the music and laughter that filled the air. She could not though. This wasn't a mere ball, oh no this was a ball for her to find a suiter. Of the men, one would become her husband. There were men old enough to be her father, others not in the least bit appealing to her.

She refused to dance if asked because this was not how she had envisioned it. She should be swept off her feet, feel as if just seeing them was making her heart flutter, but none of these men did that to her.

"May I be excused father; I would like to freshen up."

"You may."

"But the ball has just started," her mother interjected with a small frown on her made up face.

"It wont take but a minute mother," she bowed before them before exiting on the right. If only this night could go by faster, she could go back to her stories of handsome princes and damsels in distress. Beautiful kingdoms where you fell in love and lived happily ever after.

She knew that this was not the case for her though, her father would choose the man she would marry. This ball was not for her but to show her off to the world. Entice princes and kings with her looks and body. She scoffed staring at herself in one of the many mirrors adorning her bathroom. No longer one of a child her body had sprouted so to speak. The skinny girl of past gone, now a grown woman stood staring back at her.

She reapplied her rouge and walked out into the quiet hallway. The sound of music flittered from the ballroom and she stopped stepping out onto a balcony. Staring up at the night sky, "Curse this silly body of mine, or maybe this face, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be in this situation…" she mused aloud. She knew that she was beautiful, she heard it every day and the looks men sent her way when they thought she didn't notice. She wasn't as naive as they thought she had read about it many times in her books.

"Don't speak too lightly princess."

She jumped, not at all liking the way he accentuated her title. She had thought to be alone out here with her thoughts. She didn't bother to turn around, her mother had probably sent someone to fetch her. "tell my mother I'll return in a few minutes,"

"Oh," he lingered "but I insist you come with me now. She's quite assured you've fallen in and need to be rescued."

"Rescued…" the single word escaped her lips. If only a someone could come and rescue her from this. "Leave me be." She dismissed him without a glance. They could wait a little longer.

"I think not princess, I'm quite enjoying the view," his voice husky, the deep baritone sending shivers down her spine.

She turned then aqua locks swaying with her a frown on her colored lips. Any words she would have spoken died in her throat. He was tall impossibly so. His long dark hair hung precariously over his eye a grin far too devilish grazed his thin lips. "Who…who are you?" her voice as soft as a light spring rain.

"Should I be hurt you don't know my name?" he mused.

Her frowned stayed in place, "Theses balconies are restricted, guest are not permitted here."

He chuckled the sound void of mirth, "Tell me princess, what is it you want to be rescued from." His long framed leaned against the hard stone of the balcony railing.

She sucked on her teeth brushing a loose strand out of her face. "nothing honestly…" which was the truth. As much as she hated to admit it. She had the love of her parents, she had gifts and possessions, went on fabulous trips exploring new kingdoms. So why was she complaining? "Just the musings of a young girl." Why was she telling this total stranger this? "You didn't answer my question by the way."

He stepped back "I am King Nnoitra Gilga, of Hueco Mundo. At your service." He bowed mockingly his grin all teeth.

"King?" she scrutinized him heavily then. He looked no older than herself. Hueco Mundo where was that? She scrubbed her brain trying to think, she hadn't heard of it before or him if she was going to be honest.

"Yes, soon to be yours too." He had straightened up to full length and she didn't quite like the way he was staring at her.

"I have one, thank you. My father…"

"Your father is a fool. A weakling of a man." He mocked. "This ball is a charade. Your hand has already been claimed and now I shall claim the rest of you."

She squealed as none to gently she was pulled into his arms. His mouth crashing down on hers. His lips impatiently demanding entrance to hers. She tried to draw away from him, his body belying his strength.

He melded her to him his hands cupping her buttocks needing the supple flesh. She let out a moan and he took his chance his tongue entering her mouth.

She let out a soft whimper, this new yet exquisite feeling flowing through her. She managed to pull away, "Stop!" her breath ragged and hoarse.

"But we are just getting started princess." His smirk scaring her.

This was wrong, that kiss was her first. Something she should have cherished not have stolen by a brute as him. She pulled as far back as she could still captured in his grip. "Let me go this very instant or I'll scream."

"Go ahead…in fact I would enjoy it if you did."

She stared up at him incredulous, "You bully, you...You…beast of man."

His eye glinted with something fierce and she recoiled, she needed to get away from him, get away from the way he was looking at her.

"A beast you say?" his words dripped with venom as he pulled her roughly through the balcony doors and down to her bed chambers.

Her eyes were wide with terror as realization hit her, this man was going to do something totally improper to her. She struggled harder trying to rip her hands from his grip but to no avail. He threw her unceremoniously onto the bed, her dress riding up her pale legs in full view.

"Now dear Princess, this beast will devour you, and savor each and every drop."

Rukia took this time to pause her story, she needed a drink; her throat was dry. She glanced up at him surprised at the soft snores coming from him. She stood stretching, sitting in that position was not doing her any good. What was she supposed to do now?

She turned to where the guards had been, they were gone. She moved quietly to the door opening it slowly. One guard stood there, he glanced into the room then silently took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"Shou…"

He held his finger to his lips quieting her. she shrugged and walked out into the hallway, trying to find her way outside. Finally, she found it, it was still night, she glanced at her watch it wasn't too late, she hailed a cab and went home.

Only when her door was locked behind her did she open the envelope. A small smile coming to her face, there had to be a thousand dollars stuffed inside. She hurriedly hid it away and fell into bed, drained.

"So, he didn't kill you." Rangiku, sunk down next to her.

"I told you it would be fine, besides," she lowered her voice, "I left around 11 last night with one grand in my pocket."

Rangiku's eyes widened "Seriously? What did you do Rukia?"

"Like I said, I told him a bedtime story. I was just making it up as I went but he fell asleep, so I guess that was the point."

Rangiku chuckled. "I love sleep, but not enough to pay for it. So, what's he like?"

"Cranky…grumpy…ugh. the poor guy looks like he hasn't slept in years." Rukia took a sip of her juice.

"Well good luck, call me when your home."

A little while Later Rukia made her way through the maze that was his house. It was pretty big for one kid. Where were his parents? She didn't have too much time to dwell as she was ushered into his room once again.

It was a totally different picture from yesterday, he had a platter of finger foods next to him, slowly snacking his face appeared brighter.

"Am I to early?" she asked nervously standing at the foot of his bed.

"No." he pushed the food away and settled in under his blankets. "You may start now."

She rolled her eyes, he reminded her of child. "Ok, but first would you like me to continue last night's story or start a new one."

He looked as if he was thinking, "Finish this one." he paused a slick grin gracing his lips, "I'm over eighteen by the way, no need to censor anything."

She didn't know if he was being serious, but eighteen or not, she would not be describing anything in detail. "I'll keep that in mind."

A/N: OK so that's the first chapter. Hopefully you guys enjoy it. I needed a quick break from Untitled for Now, and this is what happened. Anyways the last chapter of that should be up on the weekend.

A/N: As always please read and review, flames are welcome, critiques greatly appreciated!