A/N-Long time no see, huh? Sorry to everyone that's been reading my stories. I do see your reviews and know that you want more. My plan is to give it to you. I just ran into some crazy times around here and though I wanted to write, for one reason or another I wasn't able to. But now I am SLOWLY getting back to writing. So please bear with me. Thanks

CHAPTER 11

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FRIDAY, Karakura High School

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Ichigo had been in a foul mood the whole day though no one noticed as he always had a scowl on his face.

He sat in his empty classroom staring at Rukia's desk. He had given the class all homework just so he would have something to take to Rukia's later. He had to gently persuade Tatsuki that it wasn't necessary for her to give Rukia the homework.

He raked his hands through his hair standing and picking up his papers. If she wasn't going to be back to school until Monday he had to see her tonight.

"Hey Kurooossaki-san"

Ichigo rolled his eyes and kept walking.

"Hheeey , Kurooosaki-san waaaiiitt." Rangiku Matsumoto whined. Ichigo took a deep breath stopped and turned .

"Hello Matsumoto."

"Why are you in such a hurry, I thought we could walk back home together."

"I can't," he said thankfully, realizing that's all she wanted. "I have to get across town to deliver homework to one of my students that was out sick for the last two days."

"Homework? On the weekend? Kurosaki-san you're so cruel." She whined pouting, her breasts bouncing as she folded her arms. "I never do that to my students, besides everyone's going to be at the track meet this evening."

"As I just said this student was out sick, so it's not likely she will be at the meet."

"Well why in heaven's name are you delivering the work?" Rangiku pouted realizing she wouldn't have the company of the attractive young man on her short walk home. "Why didn't you have one of the students deliver it."

"Well, I don't know. That never crossed my mind." Ichigo replied trying not to sound sarcastic.

"You do too much Kurosaki-san, just too much. No wonder you always looked pissed. Well if you have to go..."

"I do."

"I guess I'll go home and take a nice hot shower." She battered her eyelashes, making sure to stretch as she said the words to give Ichigo something to visualize. "I'm coming back later to cheer our team on. Are you going to the meet tonight?"

"Not at all." he said continuing down the street to the train.

"Hmph." Rangiku pouted watching Ichigo stride away.

Rukia. The thought of her crying days before, flashed in his mind. He clenched his jaw. He had to see her. Talk to her. She would probably still be very angry with him but he didn't care. He'd make it up to her.

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The music in her room was blaring. Cook downstairs in the kitchen shook her head at the horrible music teenagers listened to. She thought one track sounded like someone one killing a cat then next track sounded like two people having sex. She didn't know which was worse. Then thinking again she thought the two people having sex was the worst because she wasn't getting any. She sighed going back to the dishes on the stove as she prepared an early dinner for the Kuchiki siblings.

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"You have to go now, Shuuhei," Rukia giggled upstairs in her room. She and her boyfriend had played hooky again. They had been fucking all day in her room, her music up loud to mask the sounds. Though maybe not lout enough.

"A few more minutes." He said kissing her sweat-slick neck and rolling in the thoroughly sticky sheets of her bed. Her hard nipples pressing into him had his cock at attention again.

Then his cell rang the fifth time in ten minutes. Shuuhei stopped his playful romping, looking at Rukia, crushed, knowing exactly who it was on the phone.

"You told the coach you'd be there an hour ago."

"I know. I know, but you just feel so fuckin' good."

Rukia shuddered at Shuuhei's choice of words. He wasn't one for cursing but when he did it was kind of sexy.

"I don't want to go anywhere." He continued fondling her breast and sinking himself deeper between warm wet her legs.

"It'll be ok. I told my brother that I would rest all day so that I could go see you run tonight. Then we have all weekend."

"That's right." He kissed her again, a deep languid kiss, their tongues dancing and sliding against each other. The hot thickness of his cock sent streams of delight through her.

His cell rang again. He laid on Rukia stroking her hair, gazing at her. He had never been so happily exhausted and so energized at the same time. He felt like he could take on the world. I guess that's what love does to you, he thought.

Rukia averted her eyes coyly not wanting him to look too deep.

He lay there several moments, grazing her neck with soft kisses before he reluctantly rolled off of her, and out of the bed.

"Damn, I better get going."

Shuuhei grabbed his phone looking at all the missed calls. He watched Rukia, not taking his eyes off from her naked form still lying in the bed as he quickly dressed. Every time she pulled the pink sheets to cover her pale form he stopped dressing, snatching them from her as she giggled shyly.

Rukia had a hard time getting Shuuhei to finally leave; he had barely made it out the door and Rukia back upstairs to her room before Byakuya came home from work.

Rukia was gathering up all the sweaty sheets, hearing her brother's evening maneuverings as he got ready for dinner. She had already informed Cook that she wouldn't be staying home for dinner. That's why she had rested already in her room undisturbed to make sure she would be able to go to the track meet.

Cook had stayed away from her room, but Rukia would have to put her own wash in the laundry so that the male smell permeating her sheets wouldn't be found out.

Rukia smiled to herself. She was so clever. Her plan had gone off without a hitch. Her mind flashed to Shuuhei, the satisfied look on his face every time he came inside her. They had both been insatiable, though maybe for different reasons.

Oh, she did love Shuuhei…

The mischievous smile on her face faded as her body flushed with warmth thinking back, feeling the thick hard flesh sliding back and forth into her, feeling strong muscled arms she wanted to stroke and sink her nails into and those warm and intense amber eyes staring down at her.

She gasped, shutting her eyes tight trying to block Ichigo Kurosaki from her thoughts. She gripped her sheets tight in her arms holding them to her face trying to drink in the smell of her new lover. But Ichigo's raw maleness was all she could smell, all she could taste.

But she loved Shuuhei, right? How was Ichigo able to do this? Still able do this too her, even after she had won. She had fucked Shuuhei so feverishly in hopes that he would make her forget the heights of pleasure that Ichigo had taken her to.

Rukia sunk naked to the floor, her sheets still tangled in her hands. Utterly defeated. She looked at her bed, a joyless half mocking smile on her face. She had made her bed and she would have to lay in it. She couldn't break up with Shuuhei now, not even if she wanted to (and a part of her did want to.) He would think he had done something wrong.

Her body began to ache; she felt her clit begin to tingle as Ichigo, once more, invaded her thoughts. She tensed her body trying to regain her control. Whatever was going on with him would have to stop. He'd have to understand that. But the thought of it stopping, disturbed her more than it continuing.

"What am I doing?" She said sobbing into the sheets.

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"I'll be back late tonight, Nii-sama."

Byakuya looked up from his tea, taking in his younger sister's voice as she headed out the door.

Rukia raced to the train station, if she had known who was there at that moment exiting the train she may have been hesitant to head over so carefree.

Ichigo was actually getting nervous as he headed up the stairs of the train station. She was the only girl to ever make him feel that way. Even now she was doing it.

He had wanted to buy her flowers or candy, but didn't want it to look too suspicious. He'd find some way to take Rukia out once she was over the break up.

If he hadn't been so focused on his excuse for bringing her homework all the way across town, he would have seen a rosy cheeked raven haired girl bobbing up and down with excitement as she headed to the train. But he didn't even though he stopped, a few feet out of the train station, looking back as if he missed something, as people swarmed around him going into and out of the terminal, just missing Rukia as she disappeared around a corner.

Ichigo continued on to the Kuchiki residence.

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Rukia was cheering in the stands, Shuuhei finished first again in the last race of the meet. She, Tatsuki and Orihime were cheering him on as his team mates crowded around him in celebration. Orihime's boyfriend, Uryu Ishida, was unmoved by the whole thing wondering why Orihime had invited him as he continued to read his book despite the raucous crowd surrounding him in the stands.

Rukia ran out of the stands and down to the field pushing her way thru the sweaty excited boys and throwing her arms around Shuuhei's neck.

"I'm so proud of you," she said in his ear. "You made it look so easy." She continued before kissing him on the lips. She felt his cock spring to life, poking her in the belly.

She pulled back from him as he looked at her knowingly, holding her close so no one would see his arousal.

But someone did see, the kiss anyway.

Ichigo Kurosaki had raced back across town after finally finding out Rukia wasn't at home. He had sat in the stands by Rangiku and other teachers, as he watched her in the stands with her friends cheering Hisagi on to victory.

At first he had thought it was just friendship and loyalty that had brought her to the meet. Knowing what he had told her to do. But the kiss, that kiss that had him seeing red now, that had his blood boiling and his fist clenched ready to destroy the next person to even breath in his direction. That kiss would be their undoing because now Ichigo realized Rukia wanted to do things the hard way.

To be continued….