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Ichigo Kurosaki did not respond to the greetings of the house maids as he closed the mansion doors behind him with a loud slam, a pair of once honey yellow eyes, now glowing a deep crimson.
The demon held back an angry howl, the passageways of the large estate now a blurry mess of red. He knew where she would be and even though his eyes were now compromised and overrun with his emotions.
He would find her.
The demonic butler's body was heavy and on edge as he climbed the winding staircase without thought of his actions. His mind was racing with more important matters at the moment.
"I suggest you start accepting the fact that Rukia will not be your beloved master for must longer, Kurosaki."
That damned man's words. He couldn't get them out of his head.
Truthfully there were very few things in this bizarre world that he held an opinion about. Normally, he would stand by and watch events occur without much thought, as if the events of the world were a play being performed before him and he was merely an entertained spectator.
But, when said events involved taking his most precious human away from him…no, he most definitely would not stand by while they took Rukia out of his grasp.
Sensing the presence of his little master, the butler made a sharp left, the graceful satin rug silencing his approach.
To marry off his master, to take Rukia away from him, would cause Hell itself to awaken and swallow this damned world whole.
"I would have to fuck him, you know."
The notion made Ichigo literally sick to his stomach. The rage and protectiveness he felt seemingly forming a large knot of dread deep within him, the feeling buzzing about his body, causing his head to ache.
With another sharp turn, Ichigo found himself in yet another broad passageway, and with weakened knees and ringing ears he slumped down against the nearest wall, attempting to gain back some of his lost control.
He forced out a calming breath, his gloved hand rubbing down his face as he growled to himself in pained humiliation.
His teeth had sharpened in his agitation, forming canines that ended in harsh points that barely fit within his mouth.
Eyes glowing, pupils small and almost none existent- He had to calm down. He never lost it like this before and he wasn't going to start now.
As he breathed, his chocked gasps evening some in time, he took notice to his enhanced senses. But more importantly, his inhuman like sense of smell. An ability that came with his kind but one he normally kept under control or only used to his advantage in certain situations. It had activated without his consent during his lapse of self-control and his mouth nearly watered when a very familiar odor caught his attention.
It came wafting down the corridor, a sweet scent of vanilla mixed with a uniqueness that he could never quite name. It was the same scent that caused his hands to twitch and his trousers to become uncomfortably tight.
His little master was close. A fact that he would normally find comforting, now only served to trouble him further.
Ichigo knew Rukia would always need comfort after a meeting with her brotherand in any other situation he would have seen their guest off and then returned imminently to help make her forget.
And yet, why was he hesitating now?
Running a shaky hand through his unruly mane, he thought about it.
She has seen him out of control before, just not to an extent that clearly showed what a terrible monster he truly was.
After much denial throughout the years, Ichigo had finally come to admit to himself that he didn't want his precious little human to flinch away from his true self.
If he was ever forced into a situation where he'd have to show his true nature in front of his master, he was not sure of the outcome and that was what troubled him the most.
Ichigo tottered on his heels some until he was standing upright completely and not hunching against brick behind him. He needed to see her— now.
Surely no individual could come face-to-face with such a hideous beast and not feel terrified for their own wellbeing. It would be in their nature to fear everything that he was.
But Rukia is different.
His dress shoes scuffed slightly against the flooring.
I'm more than that to her. I have to be.
As he moved and contemplated with himself, a small voice in the back of his mind reminded him of what he feared the most. Something that was absolutely certain.
All humans are the same. She's using you.
NO.
With a surprised jolt, Ichigo found himself standing in the center of the study with no real recollection of how he got there, the sound of his inner beast loud in his ears.
His instincts were never that opinionated. It took him by surprise.
The very faint sound of sniffling gained his attention, his objective now back on the forefront.
Rukia.
The young girl was staring hard at the paperwork before her, trying to distract herself from the emotions that came with see that man, ignoring the tears that were begging to be let free.
Damn you, Byakuya Kuchiki.
The strong head of the Kuchiki House, an act she played to the public was now relapsing into the soft human that was constantly punishing herself. The inner pain she was fighting now in plain view to his crimson gaze. Byakuya would never come to understand this complicated little being.
He forced his body to relax some, moving to her side without a word.
She must not have noticed his arrival because when he reached out to gently take the quill out of her hand, she jolted in surprise, looking up at him with glazed over eyes.
"Ichigo..."
The clear vulnerability of his master's voice caused his hand to tighten around hers.
He nodded in response to her unasked question. He could already tell what she was thinking just by gazing into those pools of beautiful blue-violet.
Tugging at her hand slightly, the demon butler placed the quill inside the inkwell on her desk, all the while never looking away from her troubled expression.
With a shake of her head and now downturned orbs, she let out a trembling breath; "Did you see him out..?"
It was a weak question that she already knew the answer to, but she needed to take the focus off of herself before she said or did something she would surly regret.
His eyes narrowed, almost as if he could see right through her and everything she was trying to hide, "Yes."
She nodded weakly not meeting his gaze, "What do we have planned for the rest of the evening?"
He blinked once, his eyes falling on the paperwork that scattered her desk before he let out a sigh filled with irritation, "You're coming with me."
Now she was staring at him, her surprise obvious, "What?"
"You are taking a break," the butler explained simply, taking a step forward in her direction. "And you do not have a choice in the matter."
"Excuse me?" Rukia glared at his ordering tone, "Who do you think you are?"
She saw his eyes flash red and she almost backed down. Almost; "Don't you dare order me around as if you hold some sort of power over me, damn it!"
Rukia was angry at herself, at her brother as well as her surly certain future. She hated that she was taking it out on Ichigo; she just couldn't seem to hold her tongue at the moment.
And the way his face lifted into a cocky smirk in response…she wasn't sure if she wanted to stop quite yet.
Ichigo's eyes darkened, replaying the past events that proved just how much power he truly had over his master, "I do."
"What?" She growled, not shaken in the slightest at his darkened tone.
Shaking his head, he moved forward, drawing her back in response, "You don't agree, little master?"
Rukia opened her mouth to argue but a startled gasp left her as her back met the cool wall behind her.
His large hand cupped her cheek rather roughly, amazed that even in this situation, her glare did not weaken in the slightest.
"I will prove it to you if you are too stubborn to admit it." He hissed when his human decided to remain silent, "I will make you admit the fact that I do have power over you."
He pressed his lips against the shell of her ear, whispering darkly, "I'll show you by making you beg for me, little one."
A tremble ran through her at his words, tiny hands grabbing desperately at the lapels of his fitted tuxedo, his hands finding her hips, lifting her up against the wall, ordering her to wrap her legs around his hips—biting the tender skin of her collarbone in punishment when she refused.
"I'm in control, no matter how much you fight me." Ichigo hissed lowly, hands forcing her thighs around his waist, grinding into her core with a violent movement of his hips, his mouth crashing against hers in raw desperation.
He caught the gasp the left her, his tongue forcing her mouth open, silencing her complaints.
Rukia relaxed against his kiss after a moment of struggling, nearly wanting to fight him out of principle. Although, she ended up melting against him as he cupped her cheek to bring her closer, the tender act causing her hands to tangle in his bright orange mane as she let her mind cease all logical thought and allowed herself to just simply feel.
Yes, just this once, she would let him have his way.
This chapter was being difficult. Hope it didn't disappoint.
Oh also, sex next chapter.