Chapter 5

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Rukia was in a stupor. Her legs ached and she felt as if she was walking on jelly. What's more, her pussy was sore, but the familiar lusty tingle was still there, even now she hadn't had enough. Kurosaki sensei's word rung in her ears.

"No one will ever make you feel as good as I can." what if that were true, when she was with him she felt as she was was going to melt, die of pleasure.

Kurosaki-sensei had lovingly cleaned her up after taking her two more times on his desk as well as a third time boldly and roughly taken up against the classroom window, her chest pressed against the cold glass, her nipples hard and aching against the smooth material her ass arched wantonly back to the invading cock. He had made her hold her cheeks wide apart to accommodate him. She had done it without question at that point.

She walked in silent shock, thinking of what she'd done so willingly and easily. Was she really that type of person? How could she tell Shuuhei, should she tell Shuuhei? NO! that was completely out of the question.

Rukia's hands were clasped in front of her while her thumbs fidgeted and swirled around each other. She felt so guilty and dirty. The dirtiness didn't bother her to her own dismay, but the guilt was another thing. Her smile, she hoped, hid all signs of the last two most astounding hours of her life. She looked up lovingly at the tall, dark-haired boy beside her. She did love him. That hadn't changed. She couldn't focus, she wasn't hearing one word Shuuhei was saying, only noticing the movements of his lips as her thoughts were a rampaging mingle of lust and guilt.

Every few steps as they walked home, Shuuhei relayed the fun of the assembly she had missed. Rukia tugged on her skirt. Her bottom was ice-cold, in stiff contrast to the heat that she had felt some 30 minutes prior that had threatened to consume her from the inside out. Her being without her panties didn't help either.

Kurosaki-sensei had taken her wet ruined underwear, as a trophy perhaps? Or collateral to make sure that their tryst would continue in secret. She suspected it was a little of both.

"Rukia?"

"Hmm?"

"I said I'm sorry you missed it." Shuuhei stopped mid stride and looked down at his befuddled petite girlfriend.

"I am too." Rukia looked up at her tall dark paramour and smiled as brightly as she could, she grasped his hand holding on to it tightly as if she was holding on for dear life.

"Whats the matter?"

"Nothing…." Everything.. She wanted to cry, to scream. She wanted to tell him right then and take whatever consequences that came. But her mouth wouldn't form the words. All that came out was. "I love you, Shuuhei." And she kept reminding herself that she did.

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Ichigo smiled wickedly, his mouth-watering, the small wet bundle of fabric he held to his nose inhaled deeply as if on some sort of perverted life support.

He looked over his classroom, the smell of sex was still thick in the air. But he made sure everything was back in order. The broken window from that morning had been fixed by Tessai before lunch. His desk was straight. The various fluids from his encounter with Rukia had been cleaned up.

Ichigo smirked, turned off the classroom light, stuffed the panties of his new love toy in his pocket and left his classroom for the day.

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It happened on a spring day, the sun was out and the clouds were lazily wafting by. He stood alone in the field full of green grass, his heart pounding in his throat. He had never been so nervous in his life, but he was determined to confess.

His orange hair was cut short, there was just peach fuzz on his scalp. He had kept his head shaved since he could remember of his short 12-year-old life, it kept the questions about its unique color to a minimum. His family was moving to Karakura Town the next day and his mother had urged him to let his hair grow out now. He couldn't deny his mother so the weekly hair cuts had stopped the week prior.

Young Ichigo Kurosaki rubbed his hands over his head, swallowing hard, hearing Rukia Kuchiki coming onto the field. It was a large abandoned lot the children had taken as their own and used for their various games. Today's game was soccer and Rukia was talking with several boys, her small stature commanding the larger boys as she talked strategy.

She was so boisterous and reckless though she was the smallest of all the kids that hung out together. He had never liked her initially, the way she put him down beat him so easily at every game they played. But those feelings had changed over the last few years and now all he could do was think of her, all the time. Thinking of being with her, the way she smelled and smiled and laughed. How he wanted her all to himself.

It was those blue eyes, and her fierce determination, that had changed his feelings that almost immediately even after she constantly beat him in anything. Whether it be sport or games they always played, mercilessly. she laughed heartily at his utter defeat.

He was about 3 years older than she, yet they were both the same height, which only added to Ichigo's woos, she was small almost fragile looking even then.

Ichigo approached her tentatively interrupting her heated conversation about who would be a team captain.

"Hey Chiisana*-chan."

Ichigo cringed at the nickname, but didn't commit on it. She always called him that, everyone called him that, since the teasing over being small for his age. Coming from her of all people, it was even more of a slap to the face. He often wondered if she even knew his real name. He shrugged it off since he had more important things to discuss.

"We'll…," his mouth was suddenly dry as he scrambled for words. He had practiced for hours the night before on how to speak to her about this but now he was at a loss for words. Rukia continued to stare at him, the puzzled look on her face growing to annoyance as she saw the soccer game beginning behind them without her.

"Well, we'll be leaving for Karakura town tomorrow." He finally mustered, his voice cracking.

"Yeah, good luck." She turned to leave.

"But," he grabbed her soft arm, then pulled away as she snapped her head around glaring at him. His hand tingled with heat from touching her. He felt like he would burst.

"I mean, umm... well I wanted to…," his mind again was blank, though her intense look softened as he struggled for the right words.

"What is it?" She stepped closer to him not realizing that wasn't helping him.

"I...I really like you... a lot."

He didn't think her eyes could get any bigger as she stared at him, then like a rolling wave, realization swept across her face.

"Ohhh..You're confessing?" She said loudly, more loudly then what Ichigo thought was necessary. "…to me? Why? I beat you at everything... all the time." she said innocently contemplating his statement. "Would it feel good to have a girlfriend that is stronger than you?" she wondered aloud.

Ichigo was paralyzed, his heart felt like someone was stepping on it. He knew there was the off chance of having to talk her into it but nothing like this.

"I want my boyfriend to be strong or at least as strong as me." She was truly puzzled looking back at the petrified boy. She stared face to face , into his amber eyes, whose hopeful look had quickly turned to fear and panic.

"Hey, whats going on?" Shoji Shishio asked coming up dribbling the soccer ball with his foot before kicking it and catching it. He was taller than Ichigo, and Rukia looked up smiling at him.

"I can't accept your confession." she half way whispered not wanting anyone to know what had just happened.

Ichigo's heart stopped. He was devastated. He felt smaller than dust on an ant as a knot in his stomach grew causing him to lurch forward and almost heave as blood rushed to his face causing him to feel light-headed….

Chiisana-chan?

Rukia clasped her hands around her throat. What was that? Beef, rice, some vegetable. Well whatever the combination, it was stuck in her throat about to choke her.

"Are you alright, Rukia?" He brother, Byakuya stood quickly at the end of the long table. He had come home from work early and was having dinner with his little sister.

She quickly waved her hand and shook her head, quickly taking a drink of water and swallowing. Then taking another. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air in between swallows.

"It was… something…..someone.. I just…remembered." she panted.

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To be continued

*chiisana= little, small