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Now, it's time to get back to the task at hand. This is a pretty important chapter and I hope it clears up any confusion relating to the Ichiruki master/servant relationship.
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The sound of pouring water was heavy in the night air as Rukia sauntered along the trail surrounded by garden shrubs and blooming flora. The full moon guided her as the damp grass served to cool the sting of her wounded heels.
The noble sighed in satisfaction as she allowed the memories that came along with the area to resurface.
The garden that seemingly ran on for miles behind the Kuchiki manor was a younger Rukia's place of solitude; a place to play and enjoy her childlike innocence— her beloved sanctuary.
As a child, she had been completely shielded from the outside world and its troubles. Her days revolved around stuffed animals, tea parties and chasing after the bunnies that resided within the patches of greenery.
Rukia shook her head as she remembered how disappointed she used to get when the rabbits would outsmart her younger self, the fluffy little creatures disappearing, seemingly by magic, into the wooded area just outside the estate.
"Don't cry, Ruki," her big sister's voice had been soft and her words kind, "You'll get them next time."
A small part of her had missed this place.
The scent of spring filled her senses. The bright colors of the blooming daffodils, cherry blossoms and recurring memories brought a gentle smile to her expression.
It was hard to believe that there had been a time where this area had brought tears to the teen's eyes. Although, that had been understandable in a way, she supposed. There were just so many memories that came with this garden. Memories of the once perfect family before Rukia had single-handedly destroyed everything.
One mistake.
Now, she knew crying wouldn't solve anything. That was all in the past. Sobbing for hours on end would not bring back Rukia's loving parents and her beloved big sister. She had come to terms with that…There was no point in wasting time dreaming for the impossible.
She stroked at her bloody neck weakly, the girl holding back a grimace; he had been rather rough with her, his bites filled with need and the bruises left on her form; a reminder of his clear desperation. Not that she minded. His sharp affections always brought pleasant shivers to the young lord. Maybe, she was just a simple pervert after all…She didn't wish to over-analyzing things now.
Violet eyes moved from the flowers surrounding her to the koi pond that was tucked before a large cherry blossom tree. The area was built around that tree, highlighting its beauty with numerous fountains and foliage.
One thought plagued her at that moment…
Her father had adored cherry blossoms.
She remembered a time when she had sat with him below the blooming tree and it saddened her that she couldn't remember what they had been discussing at the time. She had been so young but even now, her heart ached as she remembered the man smiling down at her with pure love and affection in his gaze.
Plopping down against the beautiful tree's trunk, Rukia tugged the oversized dress shirt over her knees, tiny hands bringing it tightly over her form as she let out a sigh.
His features were becoming harder to remember as the days progressed.
That realization was conflicting enough on its own.
When Rukia Kuchiki had first returned to her world with her demonic butler smirking at her side, she had order the removal and destruction of every family portrait within the estate. The images had ridiculed the young lord and she knew if the illustrations remained in their proper place, they would only end up destroying her. It was Rukia's first order as the head of the house; her way of moving on from a time where she was part of the ideal family image. Smiles and love and laughter— it would only distract her now. She would not allow herself to be dragged down by the weight of her overwhelming guilt. Rather, the noble locked away all attachments of the past and fought for her future.
Even now she stood by that decision. Without that outlook, Rukia wouldn't have become the most respected leader of the Kuchiki House in all of history.
Although, due to Her Majesty orders, Rukia was to not be known as a public figure despite the young Kuchiki's obviously influence. She was just a faceless topic that would often circulate in the papers and if any pictures were captured of the lord, they were to be immediately destroyed before publication. Her protection was of the upmost importance and although she had never truly identified herself to the public, they knew well of Rukia's power.
Rukia Kuchiki, England's vicious protector—Queen Victoria's personal guard dog.
As the title suggested, her role was to fight for Queen's wishes. The key was that she always remained behind the scenes.
But there were those that did know of her personally— high ranking officers and noblemen that referred to the Kuchiki as the Bloodlust Ice Princess; the one that Her Majesty would rely on when she wanted a troubling subject to permanently disappear.
And, working with the leaders of Scotland Yard, The Bloodlust Ice Princess and her demonic butler would take care of those troubles without a second thought.
There had been many sociopaths that the pair had captured and disposed of thanks to the noble's extreme cunningness and her demon's relentless hand. Adding the fact that they were both extremely stubborn only added fuel to the fire. As of yet, there was not a case they had not solved.
It was Rukia's job to handle the highest threats to the country that could not be handled with any humane grace. But without Ichigo, she would have just been a worthless child, cut down before her life had truly begun and by cheating death. In this way, Rukia was able to protect the people of her country. That she could never regret.
Ichigo would see to it that her life was protected at all costs. She was not allowed to die as long as the demon's chain was locked tightly around her neck, a befitting analogy for their relationship as it were.
Simply, she had sold her soul to Lucifer himself and in return, he sheltered and cherished her all awhile lengthening her human years thanks to his constant influence.
The perfect guardian without the burden of any human emotions blinding him; he truly was the ultimate protection in existence.
Ichigo was a killing machine if necessary, bound to her ever order, a servant truly befitting for the Bloodlust Ice Princess herself. Though, Rukia had come to a critical realization years before. She might seemingly hold the power over him now thanks to their agreement but he was, in reality, a demon that could easy kill her if he so desired.
But Rukia trusted Ichigo more than anyone. Maybe that was foolish but in an unbiased perspective, the scar that inked her neck prevented such an event in most situations. The contract kept them in a constant stalemate.
Fulfill thy human's request and one shall feed upon a pure life steam, thy power of immortality.
He had repeated these words when she had asked for his reasoning behind the contract to begin with. The demon explained that it was the game his manipulative kind had played with the living since the beginning of time. Simply, it was their purpose alongside reaping souls.
"You will be granted to neither heaven nor hell." She could still hear the words for their first meeting clearly to this day.
His voice had been sinister and demonic; "Your afterlife will belong to me."
Even then, those words did not strike fear within her as Rukia's suspended form was showered in ink like feathers, his crimson gaze the only part of the demon materializing before her.
"Do you still wish to make a contract with me, human?"
Tears had filled her large, childish lavender eyes. Not due to sadness but, in reality, a strange sense of relief.
It would be his duty to give her what she so desired; even if that desire remained locked away in the back of her mind—love, protection and undying affection.
Yes.
Petite hands moved to her eyes, the noble still under the cherry blossom tree as she wiped thick tears from her cheeks; surprise evident in her expression.
Getting caught up in the past was pointless. Rukia knew that as well as she knew she had no reason to cry. She had sealed her fate long ago.
But sometimes, she couldn't help herself for being weak.
She was only human.
Loving that man—that demon—was useless. She didn't quite know when it had happened but it was a childish dream that she couldn't seem to let go.
For Ichigo to return her love…no. That was ridiculous.
Maybe adding sex to the equation was the problem, she considered. Their relationship, though thick with obvious sexual tension, had been tolerable.
She blamed that decision on her teenage hormones and Ichigo's stubbornness.
"We are highly sexual creatures, my lord." He had crowded her against her bedroom wall. The sixteen year old's eyes had grown wide with uncertainty and nearly unattainable lust for the naked demon before her— he just wouldn't let her ignore their one night together. He refused to brush it off as an accident of any sorts and that had startled her.
Rukia had pushed at his chest meekly, his tan skin and perfectly formed muscles distracting the female, her hold on the sheet covering her naked body tightening in reaction to his nearness.
Tugging at the wrist that pressed against his chest, Ichigo managed to press his body against her, his eyes a light crimson as he brushed his lips against her throat, against the seal, his voice a rough whisper; "When I'm done with you, little one, you will feel absolutely cherished."
She had gasped out his name before he pressed his mouth roughly against hers, silencing her thoughts and signaling their second time; Rukia's first time emotionally sober.
This time had been the complete opposite from their first. Rather than taking her in fast stroke and caring kisses within soft sheets, Ichigo had pushed her to her hands and knees on her bedroom floor; moving to kneel behind her. His hips had been slow and his thrusts deep as he fucked her raw with animalistic growls.
She had sobbed that time too but even then she had not seriously fought him in the slightest. Her hips had surged back into his, her cheek against the hardwood flooring as she whimpered out his name, coming around him in near painful bursts of pleasure.
It was as if her body absolutely craved his touch. Rukia could never seem to control her desires and now, as the noble thought back on their first few couplings, eyes closed against the rough trunk behind her, she realized that sleeping with Ichigo had always been inevitable.
She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame and all she could do in the end was dive headfirst into the inferno.
But it had progressively changed.
With a grumble, she mused rather bitterly to herself; I'm not sure when it started becoming less about sex and more about simply wanting to be near him.
They were becoming more domesticated. That was clear. Only when she would pull at his self-control would he fuck her like the animal she seemingly craved to become. More often than not, Ichigo would move over her, sharing deep kisses and playful smiles, his passionate touches bringing out her apparently submissive nature. That was simply perfect. At the notion, Rukia let out a grimace.
What a disgrace.
Why do I crave him?
Lost in thought, the noble pondering the questions that she normally kept locked away, a gust of wind picked up at her side. Her eyes closed with a sigh as a scent she knew all too well filled her senses.
He was here.
Ichigo.
I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it! It was a really fun chapter so I'm looking forward to your thoughts! The next chapter will be Ichigo's turn to share a little bit about his childhood. Things are gonna get interesting and a bit twisted! Yay!
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