Lost to you forever...
The Espada's words echoed in his mind. Angrily, he gritted his teeth, clenching his fists until the blood drained from them. He would show that pale bastard! Rukia wasn't--she couldn't be--
Ichigo reached the place where he had last felt her reiatsu fade.
Stared around the empty, partially destroyed tower room.
No one was there.
His eyes refused to accept what he was seeing.
A single footstep sounded behind him-
~*~
"Stark-sama." The knock came and he grunted into the kiss.
More insistent. "Stark-sama, Aizen-sama requests yours and Rukia Gingerback's presences."
So, word had gotten around already. That was fast.
Rukia perked up at the mention of her name. Bracing a hand on the pillow beneath his head, she glanced over her shoulder, her swollen, flushed lips curving into a frown.
Damn Aizen and his interminable orders. "I suppose we should go and see what Aizen-sama wants, eh, querida?" Stark enjoyed the look of irritation that crossed her face. "I told you not to call me that." Rukia said, scowling. He smiled a little, "why?" He shifted some, regaining his former sitting position with her on his lap, her legs curved snuggly around his waist.
"'Cause it's silly!"
"Silly? Oh, then what would you prefer?" He wanted to please her more than anything.
Rukia thought a moment, an intense look of concentration furrowing her brow before confusion replaced it. "I..I don't know. My mind keeps saying midget, but--"
"I thought you were sensitive about your height." Stark frowned; he didn't like this. Only Kurosaki used to speak to her with such disrespect. Could she be overcoming the false memories and block Aizen had put in place over her old memories? Either way, it boded ill to encourage her to remember.
"We should go." He despised the way he sounded. Curt. Abrupt. But she didn't seem to mind, shrugging off the uncertainty that had begun to irritate her. She hated it when there were things she didn't understand.
"Hai, you lazy bum." Her smirk was back as she rose, hands coyly fastening her jacket at the throat then over her breasts, letting the shadow between them stay visible. Stark watched with hunger in his darkening eyes as her fingertips ghosted along the slight rise of pale flesh then trailed down the narrow expanse of white fabric to where it flared open over her taut abdomen.
It was a tease. Like always. He smiled, inclining his arm toward her. A promise of more to come in the future.
"Let's go."
~*~
"Kurosaki..." Byakuya's voice was deep, his piercing slate eyes sweeping the area then back to his face almost accusingly, "where is Rukia?"
~*~
Aizen's gaze passed over the faces of his three top Espadas with the addition of Rukia Kuchiki beside the Primera. Already he could sense the anger of Byakuya Kuchiki rising his reiatsu upon learning the news of his dear sister's death from Kurosaki.
How it would hurt...
"My Espadas, we move out! The assault on Karakura town begins now."
...those who loved her most to see her now.
Aizen's smirk deepened, glimpsing the reflected excitement at the thought of slaughter in Rukia's feral eyes.
Would they be able to raise a sword against her?
~To be continued~
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