AN: I should be asleep since I have work tomorrow, but instead I thought I'd finally post this. Haha, I'm going to regret this in the morning...
Either way I hope you guys like it! I didn't want to put any backstory in here, but I realized that I had to if I didn't want the story to fuck itself later on, I hate writing backstory, but it had to be done. I kept it to a minimum though, hopefully I remember what i left open.
Another thing I'd like to let you guys know is that, even though there are a lot of mentions of drugs, recreational or otherwise (and there will be more in the story) I don't support the use of it at all. I actually hate cigarettes so much, I'd slit my throat before I'd smoke one.
Um, I think that's all I have to say...with no further ado, on with the story!
"Rukia!"
"Rukia-chan, come here!" A group of girls whom huddled together next to the girl's bathroom giggled, giving the aforementioned girl mischievously gleeful glances as one girl with purple hair and another with magenta, called the relatively shorter one over. The two presumably being the leaders of the group.
Rukia tensed at hearing their voices and at being stopped from heading to Chem. She had to quickly right herself from falling as a taller kid almost pushed her over in his own haste to class. A couple pens and books slipped out of her grasp and the kid stopped. He was cute in his own sort of way, tall, amber hair, large green eyes, and sparse freckles. He apologized as he bent over to help her pick them up.
Rukia sighed, bending over to get what he couldn't, smiling with a false air of sincerity when they both stood tall. He blushed as he got a good look at her face. His antsy demeanor—no doubt impatient to get to class, completely changed to embarrassment, taking a long limb to scratch the back of his hair as he looked away.
"It's no problem." Rukia shifted her weight to her hip, feeling nervous but not letting it show as she felt the stare of the previous girls on her back. Feeling paranoid as she thought she heard snickers coming from them.
The guy seemed to finally gather himself out of his reverie with staring at her face, with a cough, "Hey, um.., listen. I know we just met, but uh…"
"Save it, I'm not interested." Rukia interrupted already knowing where this was going. Her violet eyes cold, she turned away from the baffled male as his cheeks rouged over so much he resembled a tomato.
"Wow Rukia, really let that one down quick, huh?" The purple haired girl giggled, she had her unusually colored tresses pulled into a high pony. Her amber eyes shining with mirth as she watched Rukia walk gracefully towards the group, her purpled brow twitching at how self-assured the small woman always seemed.
"I didn't want to lead him on to something that would never happen." Rukia answered matter-of-factly, a sadness hidden in her violet orbs.
The magenta haired woman laughed while the other 'hmphed', feeling irked for reasons Rukia would never understand. "You should already know Senna, that our poor Rukia-chan has devoted her life to being a man hater." She smirked, flipping her magenta pig tails back while narrowing her equally as magenta eyes knowingly.
"No," Rukia sighed tiredly, feeling her own self become antsy as the 2 minute bell rung. Notifying the remaing loitering students of their pending tardiness. "I just don't enjoy leading men on unlike you Riruka." The short girl quirked a brow, waiting for her certain response.
"Haha, Rukia." A dirty look towards the girl crossed her face before she stood straighter, nodding her head towards the bathroom doors. An unspoken order for them to direct the conversation into there.
Rukia watched anxiously as they all stepped in the room, giggling right behind each other for one reason or another. Some even giving her small greetings. The Pink Chicks as they liked to call themselves, acknowledged her as a member despite her never being initiated.
Did she really hang around them that much? Rukia's nose twitched, not happy with the thought.
"Damnit," she cursed, knowing she had to follow. She didn't really have a choice otherwise to be honest. They may have been on good terms for now, but the Pink Chicks were notoriously known around the school to ruin people's lives thanks to Riruka's lineage and Senna's merciless cruelty.
She didn't want to miss a class, her father no doubt would chew her out about it once the school called about her absence…
With a hard bite on her cherry lips, Rukia walked lastly into the room only to find the girls gathered smoking cigarettes like some stereotypical mean girls from a teen flick. What was she kidding, they were stereotypical mean girls.
Rukia forced herself not to cough and fan away the fumes lest more teasing ensue, although she did refuse one being offered by one of the minions.
"So are you coming with us tonight?" Senna asked, surprisingly seeming less insane than usual as she took toxic drags from the cancer stick. If it put that one on the leash, Rukia thought she could stand the second hand a little while longer.
"Yeah, my father's on a business trip for the weekend, so there won't be a problem like usual."
Riruka hummed in approval, her magenta eyes looking the girl up and down, watching as she leaned boredly against a stall. "I'm sure you know what to wear then right? Otherwise me and the girls were going to go shopping…you can join if you want."
Senna made a clicking noise with her tongue. Rukia didn't take offense already knowing how the girl felt about her, then again how she felt about everyone who wasn't Riruka. They were like two peas in a pod, always joined at the hip. Though, positively speaking, the girl probably liked her if she was to compare how Senna treated other people.
Thinking back on what her wardrobe consisted of, the rare article of clothing that showed skin wasn't good enough to wear to a club—that being the place they were heading to for the night. Almost begrudgingly the girl nodded her consent. It'd be a waste of money later knowing she'd have to burn it by the end of the night. She couldn't risk her father finding the clothes.
"Kay, let's go now then." Riruka stubbed out her cancer stick, her group of minions following suit before gathering their things. None of them caring a lick of the mess they left behind.
Rukia cursed inwardly realizing the tardy bell rang not too long ago. She shoved the pierce of regret to the back of her mind, stubbornly reminding herself of what she was trying to achieve by doing all of this, by acting like this.
"Why are you doing this bunny?"
Rukia gasped, startled out of her position against the stall. Riruka raised a brow.
"Are you trying to anger me?" The seductive, deep voice, seemed to whisper in her ear again. Rukia coughed and looked away from Riruka's questioning gaze. Palming the back of her neck once she started feeling what felt like a pair of warm lips there.
"I'll be out in a sec." She assured the group's leader while trying to control the tremor in her voice. Riruka looked confused, but Rukia knew she was too self-absorbed to really care.
Once they all soldiered out the room, Rukia finally let her guard down. Freaking out over a number of things internally. The most pressing being the voice she heard.
Rukia leaned over the sink, turning on the cold water of the faucet so she could wash her face. Maybe she was tired. Her face looked as pale as always, uniquely violet eyes stunning, yet dimmed from their usual spark as she stared into the mirror. Raven hair finally growing to her shoulder blades after her pixie cut over the summer. As cute as it was her father didn't approve...
Her rose lips pulled into a frown as she stared at her face longer.
Maybe—"Why do you act this way love?"
Rukia gasped, feeling the pressure of lips on her skin again, the faint feeling of arms wrapping themselves around her small waist, hands fingering over her thighs and higher up to places they definitely weren't supposed to.
"Do you want to be punished?" Pressure crawled up her inner thighs as she shivered from the hot, yet sinisterly chilled air that breathed over her neck, until warmth found the crevice of her thighs. "Do you want me that bad?"
Rukia dashed out of the washroom, so fast she couldn't breathe.
Her body heated and tingled as unwarranted pleasure flowed down her spine and massaged the apex of her thighs.
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"Rukia…Rukia!"
Said girl looked up quickly, finding herself outside the school next to the large cherry blossom tree she usually found herself sitting every day for lunch. Her glazed eyes looked up further to see a hulking body before her of a male. His body was covered with the school's uniform for guys, the insignia of Karakura Academy covering his breast pocket. A head of long red hair swept into a pony tail darkened as it blocked the sun, while brown eyes pierced hers in concern.
"Rukia?"
"R-Renji?"
"He-hey…are you okay?" Renji quickly squatted down next to her, holding his arms out for comfort. Before his large hands could touch her, the ends of his inked tribal tattoos showing as his uniform pulled, Rukia jumped up.
"Sorry, I have to go. The girls are waiting for me." Rukia looked down, watching his arms first fall away then clench after she spoke.
"Riruka, Senna, and those other bitches?" His voice had hardened from its usual warmth. He tensed further at her nod. "What are you fucking still doing with them Rukia?" He yelled making her flinch as he moved towards her, she could help but fear his aggressive stance as memories rolled through her mind. "Weren't they the ones who—"
"I know Renji! It's none of your business." Rukia pulled away from him once again, standing back as she finally looked at his face. His tattooed, yet usually happy visage seemed to age over the past almost year that they'd spent away from each other. Guilt pierced her once again and she looked away, backing up once again, knowing she was the cause of it. "I'm leaving."
"Ru—" She ran before he could catch her, leaving him by that tree. That same tree she betrayed him and left him at a year ago.
"You ready girls?" Riruka sang, giggling as she heard the usual approval from the minions, yet ignoring the silent Rukia.
She'd always been a bummer since the first day she'd met her. The only reason she hung out with the killjoy and made Senna do the same was because she was a Kuchiki. That name had a huge standing in the business world and her father forbade her from passing up the opportunity to befriend the famous girl. The Dokugamine's who owned only a small firm would finally get some standing if the Kuchiki's heard her family had ties with their kin. That and because she wanted to see how far the girl would go in her little rebellious phase.
Oh yes. Little Rukia used to be the perfect student, perfect daughter…perfect girlfriend. That was a little over a year ago before her best friend died, well…was murdered. From what Rurika could remember, her name had been Momo Hinamori, no one particularly special, but she and Rukia had known each other since preschool from what the rumor train spilled. And boy did it spill, Riruka was hearing about it for months after it happened. It was fucking annoying.
Riruka pulled another drag of her cigarette as she watched her limo pull to the side of the road. That meant they were here, Club X. Not the most lavish of places like she usually went, but it was definitely one of the more popular and she was definitely on top of the latest trends. She'd been perusing this place for a while now trying to get noticed.
Anyways, Rukia and Momo had supposedly been walking around one night and were attacked. Momo was brutally raped and murdered whilst Rukia got away with only a few scrapes and bruises. As suspicious as it all was, Rukia never spoke about the incident to anyone, but her demeanor completely changed. Once a peppy, friendly girl (Riruka always suspected the act was fake) quickly turned into a cold, stoic mien faced girl, more Kuchiki like than ever.
A week afterwards, rumor spread around that she broke up with her boyfriend and longtime friend at the time, Renji Abarai, after speculation of her sleeping around on him.
Riruka didn't think that was true though, after knowing the girl for a year she was almost 100% certain the girl was a prudish virgin, most likely only gone as far as giving chaste kisses to Renji at the doorstep of her estate.
Afterwards, Rukia had walked up to their group, first time ever making contact with them besides their past looks of acknowledgement, and asked to go out with them one night.
They had just hung out with a bunch of guys and did some recreational drugs. A guy offered her some Lean and Rukia freaked out, claiming Byakuya needed her at home.
The memory made Riruka snicker as she watched Senna pass out a few tabs of X to the girls, narrowing her eyes at the purple headed girl when she gave Rukia a pill from her other hand, though unfortunately the small girl didn't notice, as always in her own little world as she stared out one of the limousines' windows. Two blonde twins gossiping to each other at her side.
Riruka sighed, she knew how underhanded Senna was so this was no surprise. It couldn't be helped. Watching how far Rukia was willing to go would start earlier than she thought.
A smirk upturned her strawberry glossed lips, Rukia would loose all inhibitions tonight.
Unlike that night so long ago, Rukia took the pill without too much thought, throwing it back like a pro.
Back then Riruka didn't think the raven-haired girl would come back, but she did. Oh she did alright, she came back the next week. Unusual for them, they had been doing the same thing except with other guys who were more the frisky type and alcohol was a lot more mixed in as well. Rukia took and tried a few drugs she was even wary about, losing herself as she danced with a few guys. Even with the drugs added into the mix and the crazy atmosphere, that anyone could find themselves lost in, she never really lost her cold attitude. Even more surprising was the fact that she had left early, before dawn, all on her own, and wasn't even roofied although she saw Senna send some guys her way.
The drugs at that party weren't as potent to keep her-herself clean. She as the leader wouldn't allow someone to sweep her under the rug even on accident. They were just for recreation, nothing she could risk finding herself naked in a bathtub over.
She knew Senna brought the real stuff for Rukia, the stuff that turns people into fiends, makes them push their bodies to their very limits, and allows guys to find a roofie unnecessary with the victim so willing.
Each of the girls stepped out of the car, Riruka knowing her driver would know what to do by the end of the night—when to pick them up, where, and who not to tell, most notably her father as she slid him a couple hundreds.
"Are you ready Rukia-chan?" Senna's sickly sweet voice gave her ear vomit. As much as she enjoyed Senna and her sinister ways (it kept her from getting her own hands dirty) she found the girl a chore at times, especially her voice. In this case, her fakeness was more obvious than usual, Riruka hoped she wouldn't slip up with her over confidence.
Flipping her pig tails back as she looked up to her group, she wasn't surprised to see Senna's hands on her bare hips challenging the girl as per usual. Her low riding jeans were basically painted on, and the dark red tube top she wore didn't help at all with the overall picture.
Each girl was wearing something more revealing than the other. She herself was wearing a skin tight black cut out dress that ended mid-thigh. Slits decorated all the way up her left side. No underwear needed. But then again she was hoping to impress a certain someone.
Someone she had been seeing for about a month now at the club. He always sat in the VIP longue, by himself unless it was one of the rare nights an older man with inky black hair and expensive shades on—despite being indoors—came to speak with him for a few moments. He himself had strikingly orange hair and piercing amber eyes, though more chocolate toned than Senna's. He was incredibly handsome no doubt, almost overwhelmingly so, as if he were pumping out pheromones just from breathing. He always gave off a bored gaze, but the heat and intensity in his orbs was no joke. He'd only watch the crowd dance with his back against the suttee of his alcove, his long limbs folded over the seat and the armrest, with a drink—hard gin or tonic, in hand. The hardest the club kept, and either took long sips on good nights or threw it back on others.
She'd never seen him get up, no matter who came to talk. The first few nights women had thrown themselves at his feet, but nowadays everyone, excluding the bar maids walked past like he wasn't even there. Riruka had cursed herself for not being there to understand the change, it had to have been a night her father forbade her from leaving the house over a family gathering or some other crap. Even if she was there to understand, she knew it wouldn't have stopped her from continuing to express interest in him.
Rukia who ended up coming with them to go shopping—as promised, was dressed in a deep blue, almost black, dress that matched the darker hue of her eyes at night. It sparkled in the night like the stars in the sky, yet was smooth to the touch, the sleeves were long, to just a tad below her elbow, and the front covered her smaller bust modestly to just below her collar bones, though the back dropped all the way down to the dimples of her pale smooth back and the hem of the dress reached only a tad lower than Riruka's own. The final touch being paired with sparkling silver pumps.
She did well with the dress, maybe too well. Senna had glowered at how well the small girl had fit in the dress despite her chest not being up to par with either girls', her ass, tiny waist, and long smooth legs that seemed to never have even touched a skin on the knee, had them all reveling in jealousy. With thick raven hair pulled up into an elegant bun, a few wisps of bangs to frame her face, and a healthy bottle of mascara, Rukia was a sight to see even more so than usual.
That meant a lot coming from Riruka who was not one to give praise so easily even in her mind.
They had all made their way into the club, having no problem getting through the security, as men looked at them salaciously and women enviously, until they found a couple high tables to sit at in the lesser dense areas of the place.
The people seemed more wild than usual, their bodies dancing and grinding as if the fruit of lust and excitement was in the air. And if Riruka was to be honest, her body hummed with renewed energy once she stepped in there too. She didn't know if it was the X or if the music was just that good tonight, but she felt the inking of fire creep into her bones as time went by.
Riruka had also started to notice Rukia become more alert and constantly mess with the silver ring she always kept on her middle finger not too long after their arrival. She remember Senna teasing that that was a ring from Renji but based on the Kuchiki's reaction, that couldn't have been farther from the truth.
Her actions weren't anything too unusual but it was a start. She just hoped the girl didn't drop too hard because she wasn't too much against leaving her here like Senna suggested and let whomever was around deal with her.
"You okay Rukia?" Riruka decided to access her awareness of her surroundings with the simple question. Instead of speaking, the girl only raised a perfectly shaped brow. Not to unusual, but it didn't help Riruka come to any conclusions.
While she did want to watch it all unfold, Riruka couldn't help herself from checking on the absolute hottie of the club. Giving a glance at Senna already agreeing to dance with some random male clubber and a few other of her girls on the dance floor, Riruka looked in the direction of the mysterious man only to find him staring intently in her direction. He wasn't just looking either, it felt like his amber eyes were carving fire infused knives into her soul and it almost physically hurt, the weight of his stare.
"Are you okay Riruka-san?" Rukia asked. The slight tilt of her full lips egging Riruka onto her teasing, though there was a tense in her shoulders that Riruka could quite place. The girl didn't even look back as an admittedly handsome blonde male walked up behind her, Riruka assuming he was coming to talk to herself, when he instead drew his attention to the sitting raven-haired woman. Riruka felt a little irked and even more so when Rukia just batted a hand at him said a simple, "not interested."
Rukia smiled even more as she noticed the Dokugamine princess try to contain her ire. Though the violet eyed woman had to raise both brows when the girl straightened her attitude quickly and her expression settled into self-satisfaction. Rukia sighed imperceptibly as that weight she felt from earlier finally seemed to vanish. She didn't want to worry about her paranoia here in the club of all places. These girls thought she was crazy enough.
"Of course I'm fine, belated actually." Riruka snickered. Standing from her seat as she situated her dress and patted down her sweet colored hair for any fly aways, "Just watch and learn." She simpered before walking towards the dancing crowd only to stop herself once she noticed her Mr. TallDarkandHandsome was missing from his usual area.
Riruka turned back to Rukia only to find the girl with her brow cocked in amusement, her body turned to her waiting for the show.
Riruka 'hmped' and flipped her hair back with a twist of her hips, "Never mind."
Rukia giggled—something Riruka definitely had to raise a brow to—and placed their waiting blue martini's in front of them as the bar maid dashed back to the bar for her next orders, avoiding wandering hands like flies.
This was definitely going to be an interesting night.
AN: Hey guys, you know this question: So what do you think? I hope it wasn't too much filler for the soul. Sigh, but the good stuff is coming next chapter, this is just the exposition as stated. More backstory too because I didn't want to stuff it all in here.
I know I made Rukia and Renji a thing and I know in my profile it says I hate that, but I needed to use someone and Kaien has other uses in this story. You guys are soon going to find out how fucked Rukia's life is, and why she's OOC and to be honest, mean. Slow updates as always, but I'll try to be a little faster.