Chapter two

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The day had been somewhat amusing to Byakuya. Alone in his office with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company, the day also ended the same way. He was on his way home, thinking about what he could do to get Rukia to come to bed with him once again. The day had been eventful, and what a way to end it.

He quickly closed the sliding door to his office and headed toward the landing towards the Kuchiki manor.

"Captain Kuchiki," a voice sounded down the hall as Byakuya turned to see who had gotten his attention. His eyes shifted to the side as he watched his fellow captain walk to his side. The wind had forced his scarf to shift around his neck and reminded him of a snake coiling around his neck.

"I had been meaning to talk to you about Rukia's sudden disappearance from my squad," and with that Ukitake folded his arms to his chest. With the sudden disappearance of one of his beloved officers, on Byakuya's orders, Ukitake had feared the worst for Rukia.

"Is that was this is about?" Byakuya's voice turned bored instantaneously and gave a short sigh; nothing like Ukitake's uncertainties to get your evening off to a bad start, for him anyway. The man was too noble for his own good or so Byakuya thought.

"I find it odd that you dismissed Rukia without informing me; in fact, I want to know why after dismissing her that all she has done is hide inside your family's manner?" Byakuya stopped and watched the deathly ill captain turn and cough harshly into his pale hands.

"What I do, and why I do it, is none of your concern. Rukia requested, of her own free will for me to discharge her from your squad and I did just that." The wind blew the scarf to cover Byakuya's mouth. With the glare evident in his eye, it had set the meaning in stone for Ukitake; Byakuya had something to hide.

"What have you done with her?" Ukitake's eyes had lost their shine and turned dark as he stopped his cough fit. "What have you done with your little sister that caused her to hide in fear?" the wind once again picked up, their robes twisting violently against their bodies as they walked down the landing.

"You must really want to die Ukitake… clearly your stress related issues and tuberculosis isn't enough," his words chilled the captain of the thirteenth squad over. He could almost swear he could see his breath forming from his lips as he peered into Byakuya's face.

They had continued to walk silently past the landing and into the Kuchiki estate which had been broken off into a housing complex. The main house was down the pathway as they passed the smaller houses and Ukitake stopped as Byakuya reached the gate.

"It isn't wise to pester an injured fox," Byakuya had stopped to pull the gate apart so he could get by. The doors creaked with age as they opened wide enough to just barely let him through.

"Not if you are the one doing the injuring," and with that, Ukitake left in the direction for his estate. He had become frustrated from trying to extract information from Byakuya with no avail. It was like arguing with a brick wall, nothing seemed to phase it.

Byakuya had walked all the way down the winding walkway until he came to the front of his mansion and looked up the long concrete walls for his sister's room. The manor itself was over six stories high because he himself loved the view over his domain.

He glanced up longingly to his sister's room, looking for some sort of acknowledgment that she was residing there. A dim light had flickered through the translucent curtains hanging from the window sill and his eyes lingered for a moment, trying to catch a glance of her. A shadow, maybe she would walk on by, anything for a reason to pester her tonight, anything to calm his nerves since Ukitake's suspicions had rattled him so. Perhaps she was still sleeping… maybe last night he had been too rough with her and cause her body to become exhausted?

He had heard paper rustle, fabric movements, and… brush strokes, wet brush strokes which were practically unheard of since Rukia had never kept paint in her room. In fact, Rukia had been avoiding her room since he had touched her, she would either be trying to wander the mansion without bumping into him, or she would be in the bath crying her eyes shamefully. His concern for the strange noises sent him flash-stepping his way up the walls until he caught the corner of the wooden window seal and peered in through the curtain.

Rukia was in her room, no doubt about it, but she had been crying softly. She had been writing in that rice paper journal of hers and was spilling tears over the wet ink, forcing it to bleed through.

'What is she doing?' he thought to himself as he began to watch her close the thick booklet, and knock the ink bottle to the floor. The ink began flowing over her kimono and over her legs; shiny black streaks and puddles were abundant in which she paid no heed to. She began coughing and sobbing as she fumbled her way over to her makeshift bed, staining the wooden floor and now her sheets.

"Why are you crying, sister?" he pulled himself over the sill and rested against the wall beside it. He had grown tired of hearing her cry every single night, it was embarrassing to him… in fact he had forbidden the servants to go near the room. His face was cold and impassive but the curiosity that had lingered… maybe in a moment of confusion, wanted her to stop crying even if he had to use false words to do it.

"You did this to me…" she shouted at the top of her lungs; hair flailing around as she cut across the thick air with her bare arms. The Junihitoe she was wearing had made everything seem more dramatic and the huge black ink stains weren't really helping him concentrate on her anger.

"What? Love you? Is that so bad?" he smiled. She turned away in frustration. "My dear Rukia, I love you enough to want your protection. I love you so much that I cannot stand to see you hurt. I had heard you from your window and came to check upon you," he grasped onto her wrist and pulled her to him. Her eyes grew wide in fear; every time he touched her, it had sent those disgusting images in her head.

"Please," she tried to pull away in vain. "Don't touch me!" she screamed, but the more she struggled, the harder he held her to him. The huge multi-layered coat had felt heavier since he had his hold on her and she began pounding on his chest with her small fists as he began to pat her hair.

"Rukia, you must learn to embrace my love," she could feel his smile growing and it frightened her. Her breathing quickened and he laid her down onto the bed. "I will not hurt you," he pressed himself to her and she frowned. "I swear it."

Somehow, those worthless words had got her to stop crying and start cringing; just like he planned, no more tears would be shed but pleading would start very soon. He had begun to peel away the layers of the Junihitoe, untying and opening each ink stained layer until her bare skin was presented. He began to move his hand downward, scrapping across her abdomen and lower stomach when he growled into her ear. She shivered and held her breath; it wasn't like him to show this kind of restrain, not after what he had done two days ago.

"Byakuya?" she asked as he kissed her jaw line. Memories had began to flicker across her mind, each one making her flinch as his kisses ascended down past the soft tender part of her neck and to her left breast.

"Yes…" he lifted his lips from her. His hand hesitantly moved an inch lower; he had gently coaxed her into letting him get this far, he needed to choose his words wisely. He couldn't afford to scare her away now that he had given her a false impression of love. No, he would do his best to keep her here, right at this spot and slowly get her to succumb to his suggestions through fear.

"Please," her eyes were down cast. Warm as she had been in her Jinihitoe, her body felt frosted over from his cold and uncaring touch. More memories had chilled her mind and she gently pressed her hand onto his shoulder to stop him.

"Even with my vow not to hurt you?" he murmured as his lips scraped across her lower neck.

"Please don't lie to me," she begged. His eyes grew wide for a moment; did he hear her correctly? "You have a nasty habit of doing that to comfort me and I'd rather you touch me than fool both of us into thinking that this is acceptable," she stopped shivering all together and pressed harder against him to send the message loud and clear.

"Then you shouldn't have a problem with me touching you," he said and he let his lips wander to her collarbone. "You belong to me alone," and he kissed her breast softly just at the tip of her nipple making her shudder in agony. When she had realized that he was going to continue to do this to her, she gave a light moan and forced herself to pass out. He had stopped to wonder why her body had relaxed so quickly, when he realized, she was unconscious.

"Rukia!" he shouted, letting his frustration and loss fill him like a flask. He couldn't fuck her if she was unconscious… it didn't suit his tastes. He needed her struggle, her frightened disposition, her begging him to stop. What she did was put him in an awkward situation and he was forced to tuck her in bed and watch her as she slept again through the night.

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Two days ago…

The sun had been glaring in Rukia's eyes as she began to sit up, letting the covers slip to her lap. The cold air had been somewhat surprising as she had always drawn the curtains to keep it out. Instead, they were flailing around, unbound against the white walls of her room making her body shiver. She felt something warm brush up against her and realized, that to her horror, her brother was beside her as nude as she was. Almost instantly, appalling images and memories began flooding her mind; reminding her of what had occurred that night.

"Aren't you late for you squad meeting today Rukia?" Byakuya pulled the blankets off while slipping effortlessly into his light colored yukata. He had only briefly met Rukia's dark eyes with his and smiled at her as though nothing had happened between them.

"You… you expect me to believe… that everything you did last night was ok?" she grabbed his robes and yelled right into his face. Tears were already forming in the corners of her eyes and glazing over. It wasn't for the lack of rest and relaxation, but her sanity was ridding the edge.

"Last night was rather amusing. Wouldn't you agree?" Byakuya grasped her small wrists and gently removed them from the collar of his robes. Just his touch iced her over; giving her chills that took her breath away in fear. He gently slid his fingers over her cheek and savored the moment as he felt her pulse quicken in rapid trepidation.

"You…"

"What?" a cold stream of wind found its way to pull Byakuya back away from his frightened sister. He had lost interest in the fact that she was no longer apprehensive to his repulsive ministrations but just fearful. Rukia had lost her fire and became Hisana… timid and reserved.

"You took advantage of me… you raped me!!!" she slapped him across the face and he jumped back from shock. She had just lunged right out and struck him without giving him time to counter it. Her body was shaking from her actions, fuming with deep rage that she would soon unleash at him; if she had the strength left for it. His fingers traced the now hot flesh that pulsed loudly in his ears and beat with his heart, the tingling sensation came when he rubbed it soothingly.

"I can never go back," she whispered as she clung to the sheets. The tears had not fallen but instead, with the fresh wave of hatred that poured in, they became absorbed back into her eyes. She bowed her head shamefully and she breathed slowly.

"You are leaving your squad?" Byakuya grimaced at such a statement. "All for the sake of this, you are leaving your squad? Are you foolish?" his voice dropped low and cold. Rukia had been his pride since he had adopted her ad tried to pressure her into getting a seated officer position as soon as she could, to keep the Kuchiki tradition.

"Why?" his voice became husky.

"If I had to look captain Ukitake in the face…" her eyes became downcast as a saddened expression fell over them. "The memories of what happened last night would force me to run away from my duties. So please… remove me from my squad, you have it in your power to do so… as a captain," she gave a choked sob, "and as my… brother," she turned away. It had been a painful reminder of why she had called him that yet again. Her foster brother, her brother in law, her… brother, it was all the same to her… but oh so different as well.

"Very well, I will grant your wish. You are here by removed from squad thirteen but now you are confined to the Kuchiki manor for the rest of your life. If you are not out there serving as a soul reaper, you will be here tending to my needs whenever needed." He walked out of the room quickly leaving her there in terror. The walls in her room now had ominous looking shadows which vaguely reminded her of the days when Renji used to sneak up on her.

But those days were over… she would never be able to speak to Renji, or anyone she loved ever again until Byakuya released his hold on her.

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