AN: Hi guys, back again, hope you like this chapter because it was fun to write!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the songs written here nor the characters. Those rights go to The Weekend and Tite Kubo.
"I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh"
Music blared, people danced and gyrated, alcohol poured, and smoke filled the air. Rukia took it all in as she observed the people in front of her, wondering how they went about their lives and questioning whether they were all poor souls like her.
Riruka had stayed with her for a while, both of them looking a bit miserable as they sat in silence while seemingly everyone else had fun around them. Rukia sipping her first and only apple tini while Riruka had finished hers long before and was throwing back shots like they were nothing.
Rukia could tell tell the woman across from her was obviously miffed about something. Whether it was from her mystery lover not showing up even after she bragged about a guy she was keeping her eye on for at least thirty minutes to explain her earlier embarrassment, or just because her pigtails were tied too tight, Rukia didn't know. What she did know was that she was brought up to fully know she should keep to her own business. A good thing too, because Rukia was realizing she had bigger problems than controlling Riruka's temperament, one being the room spinning off its axis every time she moved too fast.
"And I know she'll be the death of me, at least we'll both be numb
And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come"
Earlier while Riruka was talking, her brain needed something to be occupied with rather than senseless blabber and her martini was the closest thing in range. Simply picking up the glass and bringing it to her lips brought on more than the cold liquid but a complete head spin. It took a lot of inner strength for her to stop the glass midway and not topple it all over her self.
She could see Riruka giving her judging glances since then, no doubt thinking she had become mentally disabled when she started to bring the glass more than a little slowly and carefully to her face every five minutes.
Not only that but her body was feeling tingly. Not the usual yet unwanted someone is watching me tingly that Rukia typically got, but the, 'I need to move or I'm going to die,' feeling. As out of body and loopy as she was feeling she wanted, no need to get up.
"She told me, "Don't worry about it."
She told me, "Don't worry no more.""
"Hey, I'm gonna go to the washroom." The pink haired queen only gave her a sideways glance before rolling her eyes and downing another shot.
That was more than the acknowledgement Rukia needed before she was on her feet and making slow predetermined steps to the ladies' room. Luckily for her it wasn't too far from where they were sitting and traffic through the area was pretty mild.
Just walking a few paces through the dark room of gyrating bodies made her feel hot, she couldn't explain it. She knew something had to be wrong with her, more so than when she usually took a hit of some random drug Regina and Gretchen gave her. She almost felt—
"Mind having this dance with me little lady?"
"We both knew we can't go without it
She told me you'll never be alone-oh-oh, whoa"
Rukia stiffened upon feeling the cold rough hands of a male glide up her bare back and hold down onto her waist. A low voice smelling aggressively of alcohol breathed heavily on her ear. Usually she would push the man off, give him a glare hard enough to sober him and go on with her business, but as much as her brain was telling her to walk away, she couldn't help but be engrossed in the way her body shook at his touch. That was odd.
Just the slight touch of his hand sliding up her body was enough to put her senses on alert and humming pleasurably. The feel of his body behind her was enough to get her nodding her head and previous worries to completely vanish. In the next moment she was being pulled through the dense crowd of party goers, lead into the middle of it all. Watching them all as the danced, their heads thrown back and bodies moving erotically to the beat as they were lost in the music, mouths open wide in blurred visions of grins and hollers. Clothes barely hanging onto bodies as the wave of alcohol and excitement mixed and filled the air. Rukia didn't even notice when her body moved along to the music and with the body behind her.
"I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh"
"Oh yeah baby, just like that." The man behind her whispered in her ear as he took his hands to hold tightly onto her swaying hips. She didn't know where she'd learned how to dance like this, probably just from watching the people around her or when she caught Riruka and her crew dance with guys when they were drunk, but the way it felt at this moment as her back arched into the groin of her dance partner felt natural. She felt her arms lift and his descend, moving along the rhythm of the reverberating beat. His hands were touching her thighs pulling her closer to his very apparent growing length, but Rukia couldn't care, no she wanted it. Her body hummed with joy as her own arousal permeated the air.
"I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh"
"Fuck, you're too hot." The anonymous man spoke again. She gasped as she felt his lips make contact with the skin on her neck. His voice was sounding more distant than before even though he was closer than ever. Come to think of it, she never got a look at his face. She couldn't even bother to try now though, as her body felt like it was being lulled into the music and the feel of his shameless hands.
"Your man on the road, he doin' promo
You said, "Keep our business on the low-low"
I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone
Cause you look even better than the photos
I can't find your house, send me the info
Drivin' through the gated residential
Found out I was comin', sent your friends home
Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me"
The music had switched to a heavier, more melodic tone. The singers voice sounding like the same person but having a haunted feel. The weight of the bass seemed to crush her body making Rukia's reality become distorted and unreal.
"When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah"
That's exactly when she felt it, that common prickle of heat on her body. This time on her face and her chest. Unlike the other times when it was warm—some would call comforting if it wasn't completely alarming like it usually was, or even stinging when the voice that usually accompanied the feeling sounded angry with her, at that moment it was painfully hot. Like someone was sliding a scolding hot iron down her front.
"I only fuck you when it's half past five
The only time I'd ever call you mine
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe"
Rukia moaned hotly out loud and stopped the majority of her movements.
"Aw yes, moan for me baby. You feel that?" The man behind her sounded even more distant that before. He didn't seem to care that her body stopped moving, his hands just continued to move her in any way he wished.
Rukia's hands went to her front, sliding up to her face to feel it hot and clammy then down to her neck and ripping off her necklace to be forever lost on the floor, hoping that would elevate the terrible weight and pain she was feeling. It didn't. Instead she felt eyes on her, on her soul and on her being. Her raven head moved side to side quickly trying to find where it was coming from, only for her surroundings to blur, for the people around her to seem like that were moving 10x their actual speed. The hands on her body to feel like slimy snakes on her skin.
"I'mma let you know and keep it simple
Tryna keep it up don't seem so simple
I just fucked two bitches 'fore I saw you
And you gon' have to do it at my tempo
Always tryna send me off to rehab
Drugs started feelin' like it's decaf
I'm just tryna live life for the moment
And all these motherfuckers want a relapse"
She looked down on her self to see her body still moving to the beat of the music, it pulse still pounding into her soul and feeling like the only thing keeping her to reality.
"I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side…"
All of a sudden the music stopped and as she looked up she saw him. The only thing not disturbed or distorted in her vision.
He was sitting there, on a long suttee, power radiating off of his body in waves as people danced around him but didn't dare come near. He was like nothing she'd ever seen before but she couldn't deny the feeling of comfort and knowing that came over her like a wave. It drenched her form as she took him in and made her feel even more out of herself than ever before.
Orange hair was the first thing she noticed. It fell crazily over warm tanned skin as if he'd ran his hands through it or just finished fucking some lucky girl into a coma. He certainly had the body built and able to do it. He looked lean yet hard, probably pretty tall too she guessed as he lounged comfortably by himself, unusual for someone of what looks his stature. Most men like him would have beautiful women thrown on himself in a place like this with a least a friend or two to share the spoils.
"…I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah"
Yes, he definitely was rich, not only did he have the air of someone with power but his clothing was something you most definitely wouldn't find on a bum in the middle of the street. He was wearing a Kiton K suit, tailored to perfection in black or dark navy from what Rukia could tell. His undershirt a dark purple it seemed and devoid of a tie with it's buttons released. She could name out a suit like that a mile away thanks to her father.
Why he was wearing something so expensive like that in a dingy club of all places Rukia wouldn't ever know. What she did know is that it fit him perfectly and sculpted his body like he was a god. Her eyes glided up to see his square chin, the sides of his jaw looked hard and sharp maybe even tense, for whatever reason. Maybe he was annoyed with something. His lips looked soft and she felt a deep yearning in herself to test that theory.
"I only fuck you when it's half past five
The only time I'd ever call you mine
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe"
Glancing up, her violets finally clashed with his stare. And when they did, she felt herself buckle under the weight. This was the source of the heat she was feeling and it felt ten times worse as she stared back. His eyes were amber in color and had the weight of seven suns but were shined over with the coldness of an iceberg.
"So now you see me, my bunny." That voice! Rukia started panting, her body felt like it was heating up too much, her head pounded, and her body ached in ways it never did before.
"Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes
Who are you to judge, who are you to judge?"
"I-It wa..was you."Rukia couldn't hear her own voice but she know she spoke.
His lips quirked into a smirk. "Yesssss." He hauntingly spoke, but his mouth never moved an inch. Rukia turned to look behind her to see if it was her dance partner, but he..was gone… 'When did he leave? Where did he go? Was it just my imagination?'
Rukia shuddered, 'It couldn't be.'
"Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies
Only you to trust, only you
I only call you when it's…"
Within a blink of an eye he was upon her, standing not a breath away and boy was she right about him being tall. She knew she wouldn't even come to his shoulder if she weren't wearing heels. The memories of his sensual and warm presence couldn't compare to the feel of him now, he was overwhelming her especially in her state at the moment. He hadn't touched her and yet she could feel him all over her body. Her white teeth clamped down on her plump lower lip to stifle a whimper. Trying as hard as she could she couldn't bite back her moan when he moved closer.
That smirk from earlier had stayed on his lips and grown wider when he heard it.
"Rukia."
"…The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah
I only fuck you when it's half past five
The only time I'd ever call you mine"
This time she saw his lips move. The plush flesh caressing her name sinfully and it was music to her ears. His dark husky tone, did things to her body that would have her mortified by day break.
She thought nothing of the moan that left her lips then, too caught up with the explosion that went off between her legs to care—at just the sound of her name from this mans lips. Something was definitely wrong with her. He touched her then, his strong warm hand caressed the crown of her cheek moving away wetness. When had she started crying? Until his palm smoothed over the side of her face.
"I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe"
She fluttered her eyes open to see his own staring intensely down at her own almost questioningly. She barely saw as his tongue peeked out to wet his lips. 'He looks a bit hungry doesn't he?' Rukia asked herself. And then everything went black.
"Senna!" Riruka shook the girl in front of her maybe a tad too hard, as she was in the midst of giving an unknown man a blow job in the back of the club. The only reason Riruka knew it was her, since the girl on her knees at the moment had lost her pants in exchange for a skirt she got from god knows where, and her normally perfectly tailed hair was wild and out of it's holder—currently being held in a tight grip of the guy she was sucking off, was because of her butterfly bracelet she always wore. It was a present that Riruka had given her years ago when they were younger.
"Whaat?" Senna finally looked up from her task at hand to drunkenly yell. The girl was a complete mess and Riruka could only sigh, this wasn't the first time.
"Where the hell is Rukia? You were supposed to keep an eye on her Senna!" As much as she didn't like the girl, she couldn't have her getting too wild, only to lose her and having her explain to her father who she was with that got her into this. Her family's business wouldn't last the week, let alone become bigger thanks to the notoriety she was trying to build.
"How the hell should I know. I don't give a fuck about that whore." Senna's eyes flashed angrily and it took all of Riruka to not laugh at her face and ask her about her current predicament.
The guy she was sucking off didn't seem to happy to be interrupted and gave Senna a little slap to get her going again. "Cmon bitch, I aint got all day," he gruffed. She complied when he pulled her by her hair back to his semi erect cock. "Yeah little bitch, that's what I want." The older man crooed as he leaned down to slap her friend's barely clothed ass.
Riruka wanted to throw up, of all guys Senna had to get with, it was this one for the night? She swore she saw her with a better guy earlier. Riruka sighed before turning her head and walking away. Not really anything she could do about that. She'd get one of the minions to come get her by the end of the night. More pressing matters was finding Rukia and keeping an eye on her so her ass wouldn't be grass by tomorrow. It had been a good 45 minutes since the girl said she was going to the restroom and she still hadn't been back.
oOo
Being alone wasn't Riruka's forte and she was tired of looking miserable. A hot looking guy had finally come up to her and she wanted to dance so that's what she did for the next thirty minutes or so until she was rooting for another drink. Another daiquiri in her system and no Rukia to be seen. She talked to her girls but each of them gave her a different story. Stacy said she saw her leave to the restroom, Rebecca said she thought she went with a guy somewhere, Misui said she saw her passed out in the corner, and a few girls said they saw her dancing in the middle of the club, a couple even said she was really getting into that they were impressed.
All Riruka knew was that she was tired of looking for the little twat. It was rolling around to a quarter passed three and she was ready to go. She'd just finished telling Rebecca and Misui to get Senna off her ass and her driver would no doubt be on his way in ten, if that short stock didn't get here in time she was going to leave. With her or not.
"Miss I think ya've had enough. Ya should slow down and save some for the rest of us." A man to Riruka's left laughed as she downed another shot from the bartender and was asking for another one. After giving him a side ways glance, she realized she recognized him. Around the club but usually by the bar or with a random woman. She had caught him glancing her way when her and Rukia were sitting down but he was most definitely not staring at her at the time. It was irritating because she would lie if she said he wasn't hot as fuck in his black slacks and buttoned down matching shirt. He was interesting looking to say the least and at first she thought he was a gangster especially since he rocked—most likely, dyed electric blue hair.
As tacky as it may seem, it fit him well and was styled sexily around his face. He had piercing blue-greenish eyes to match and a wicked smirk seemed to constantly highlight his terribly handsome face.
"Well sir, I think you should fucking shut your face and mind your damn business." Riruka decided she wasn't in the mood, even if it was with a, 'OMG fuck me on this table,' sexy-hot piece of meat. She instead felt like she was tried to her limits.
If anything his grin got wider at hearing her say that, and her panties no doubt definitely got wetter seeing it. "Hmm, maybe ya do need those drinks." He stated watching her throw another back like a pro.
She knew after so many, no matter how good she was at holding her own, she was at her limit. Even so she needed something to get the edge off and this was the best bet at the moment. Like she normally was when drunk, her filter disappeared. "And maybe you should find something better to do than breathe over me dick head."
The handsome man raised an eyebrow in response. Her eyes looked to watch as his bare arms with sleeves rolled to his elbows raised to put a cigarette to his mouth. She didn't even notice he had one. She watched as he took a nice long cancer infested drag before he pulled her by the throat with one hand and twisted her so that the bar was at her back. She didn't have time to react and suddenly she was being choked with tears threatening to drip from her eyes, 'What the hell?!'. He didn't even look like he broke a sweat as he continued to casually sit next to her.
Instead, his grin was even wider, insanely so, "Now listen here you little bitch," he said before taking another drag of his cig then smashed it out on the bar table itself. "I thought we could have a nice talk and I could be a nice guy for once but it doesn't look like that is going to happen anymore does it?" The man above her squeezed down on her neck harder and Riruka gasped, struggling more to get air to her lungs. "Now," the man got closer to her face, "tell me where that friend of yer's went."
AN: So what did you guys think? Leave me a review or message so I can get an idea. Next chapter will definitely be the turning point of the story and show more of a focus. Get ready for a wild ride!