A/N: ...I hope this is better than last time!! Sorry. I'm new at this ! Um..well, on with the story!

~*Chapter 2*~

Boy Next Door

I can't look,

or I'll be captured by it.

The arms that embraced me

are empty.

No, my eyes won't be able to avert it.

If I touch him,

I won't be able to reject him.

So far my current situation is

1)I have an abusive father.
2) We're moving to a place that I have no knowledge about.
3) My 'dad' is grabbing my hair.
4) I'm about to get stuffed with his...man parts.

Okay. Things are not looking too well for me, but I had had worse. Though now is not the time to tell you about my personal hell hole.

My eyes darted for an escape. Any escape. Panicking, I raked at my brain.

Think. Think. think..Oh!

"W-we're here!!" I squealed thankful that I had noticed the sign that welcomed all tourists. In big, bold letters it read "Welcome to Seireitei". Thank you, god!

Yatsuba growled and reluctantly loosed his vice-like grip on my short hair- which I greatly appreciated. Shaking a few strands of raven-colored locks from his hands, he look out the window.

His eyes flickered to me and grunted unsatisfied. He, then, proceeded to zip up his pants and gave me a look that clearly stated I'm-not-done-with-you-bitch.

I cringed and slowly started to relax as we neared an expensive-looking neighborhood. Upon entering we passed the Seireitei High School. I guess it had to be around twelve; considering the fact that there were sweaty, half-naked guys laying on the pavement of the basketball court surrounded by squealing fan girls- ugh. I gazed with envious eyes for only a moment at them, but I quickly realized my mistake and turned away while secretly sneaking a glace at Yatsuba, who was, quite frankly, scratching his "man parts". I gagged.

Fortunately, his eyes were still glaring at the newly-paved road, however when he spotted the half-naked guys, who were laying down leisurely on the sizzling blacktop, he glanced at me. He smirked when he saw that I was too busy inspecting my freshly-painted fingernails to notice the guys and returned his attention to steering the car.

Once his attention re-focused onto the road,on cue, I redirected mine to the high school. It looked so...lively! It gave off a good vibe, and I prayed that I could have at least one friend. Just one is enough for me. As the car drove past the last of the sports fields, I spotted a figure with white-hair. My mind flashed back to the figure we almost ran over; I put together two and two...HEY! That white-haired punk is sooo gonna get it!! First, he or she- I don't know the gender specifics- appears out of nowhere in the middle of the road, and our car almost trampled over that white kid, if not for me. Next, when we stop that..that WHITEY disappears, and I get fuckin beat. Ohhh, he is so dead. To a pedestrian, the only sign of my anger is probably the diabolical look in my eyes and the faint twitch of the muscle below my eye.

Once in a while, the car would swerve to the left of right like we were in a maze. The further the car ventured into the estate the larger the houses became. By the time the car stopped the houses morphed into monstrous half mansions. I noted that our soon-to-be-abode looked picture perfect. Four tall, marble pillars shot out of the ground proudly. In between each pillar was a stone wall made out of assorted bricks, rocks, and concrete. The grass was cut to perfection, and not a single weed or dandelion in sight; six feet high fences guaranteed absolute privacy. How do you know it's yours? You may ask, but the You-Had-To-Be-Blind-To-Not-Notice-This-Sign "For Sale" sign told it all.

I cringed when I thought what would happen behind this picture perfect home; all the disgusting monstrosities that would take place behind these closed doors. The world would never suspect this lovely abode would belong to a famous brothel owner, whose shrewdness was only surpassed by his hormones.

Though money had never been a problem in this little 'family', I vaguely wondered how much this house, no, castle had cost. By the sheer size of the massive house, I would guess no less than.....a lot of zeros.

The car screeched to a halt as did the van behind it. Finally! HOME FREE! As soon as I heard the satisfying click of the lock, I threw the door open and stretched for all that I was worth. After hearing the familiar crack or various joints and bones, I swiftly turned around and popped the million dollar question.

"Which room am I in?" I asked as politely as I could muster to this monster, voice neutral, and fake smile plastered in place.

"Second floor," Yatsuba grunted from practically inside the trunk.

He must be in a really good mood to give me the second floor. Usually, it would be in the basement, on the top floor so you can't escape, the attic, or even in the backyard. Before I could give him the chance to change his mind, I quickly snatched all four of my huge Chappy Bunny suitcases from the trunk and all but broke into the picture perfect home.

Behind me, I faintly heard Ami ask in a gruff voice- trying to sound sexy, no doubt -where she room would be. I laughed when I heard my 'captor' announce that she would be sleeping on the top floor. I could imagine the busty blond trying in vain to cross her arms around her massive chest while pouting. I bet the plastic surgeon stuffed bowling balls into her boobs. Serves her right; she can't bring any of her "buddies" into her room for a late night tumble in the sack. Whore.

I vaguely remembered our old home. Every night, even from the top floor, you could hear her moaning like a elephant giving birth on the second floor, the cracking bed frame slamming against the crumbling wall, and shouts shrieking "Fucking fuck me harder, you whore! Pull my hair! Don't stop to pull my hair you, animal! Wh-AHH UHM! THERE! THERE!"All the while some animistic grunts coming from the other occupant. The whole house shook to the very foundations like an earthquake. By the time Yatsuba, who was tired of springing up from his sleep after a hangover from pieces of ceiling slamming into his face, demanded that we move out, the house was dilapidated and slumped to one side. I still remember my abused back aching from waking up on the floor after I rolled off the lopsided bed. It wasn't the beds fault, of course, but the fact that my floor was on a noticeable slant. It was preposterous to say the least.

I rushed up the velvet carpeted stairs and noticed that on the walls were numerous famous paintings like Scream. I chuckled as I gazed at the bald-headed woman...or was it a man, who was clutching his or her cheeks. Yeah, I would scream too if I looked like that. The inside of the half-mansion was just as impressive as the outer decor as I rushed past everything, mind set on claiming my room before anyone could argue. I even made a fool-proof plan. First, I would throw all my stuff in, so it would be harder to toss everything out, if Yatsuba had a change of heart. Then, I would shove all my clothes into the drawers, re-arrange all the furniture and make a list of the things that I would need. I briefly contemplated the fact that Yatsuba- if pissed enough- could just throw everything in his sight out of the room in blind fury, however I shoved that thought aside as quickly as it had come. I would worry about these things later. All that was burned into my mind was that I needed to get to my room as fast as I could.

I was relieved to find a lock on my door and slowly fingered the shiny doorknob. Well, here goes nothing.

Creeeeeeak

"......woah," I stated in awe at the massive size of the room. The color scheme was black, tea green, and white. The walls were tea green while the desk, chair, lambs, dressers, and carpet were either black or white. The bed frame was tea green along with the bathroom and everything rested on either hardwood floor or tea green tiles. The thing that really caught my attention was a hardwood frame and what in cased it...a spacious depression in the tea green wall that you could rest comfortably in. At a closer look, there was a colossal square-shaped window. The deep set window had a lovely view of the neighbor's equally massive side window which was about an arms length away. The neighbor's house which looked like ours except for the multitudes of cars packed in front of it, was pretty much a twin of ours except with more furniture. I vaguely wondered if there was a party going on, considering the fact that there were lights of every color flashing in every viewable window, in our neighbor's abode, but I quickly dismissed that thought.

I walked back to where I had dropped my luggage sighed as I began to unzip one of the numerous suitcases. This would take just short of...a few weeks!

Lazily, I strolled about the room checking out the furniture, bathroom, etc. Worn out, literally, I sluggishly stumbled back to my four, overly humongious Chappie Bunny suitcases. What? I like Chappie Bunny- you got a problem with that? I ruefully began to mechanically unpack my belongings. Tooth bush. Check. Shirts. Check. Chappie Bunny shirts. Check. Sweat pants. Check. My Happy Bunny sweat pants. Check. Watermellon shampoo. Check. I smiled. I love watermelons. They're like watery...melons! I should be a poet someday. I chuckled. Damn. I gotta stop talking to myself. Sigh. This is gonna suck.

~Three hours later~

"AGHHHH!!!!" a feminine voice screamed from the second floor. "SCREW A FEW WEEKS! THIS IS GOING TO TAKE FOREVER!!!!!!" I belly flopped on my king-sized bed which felt like a cloud- excluding the fact that if I were to lay on a cloud, I would get soaked to the bone and plummet down back to earth. I wish I lived on one of those puffy clouds. Heck, I wish I lived anywhere except this hell hole.

As I turning away from the away and start packing, however a familiar flash of white hair caught my grabbed my attention once again. I preformed a double take so fast that I think I got a whiplash. I groaned as the pain shot through my spine. I gazed at the stranger's retreating form from the sit in window as he or she strolled to a nearby desk. I guess he or she planned on doing homework. It was at this time that my stomach chose to growl ferociously. I instinctively tried to sooth the beast with a comforting caress, only to hiss as my hand grazed over the spot where Yatsuba had kicked me from my earlier abuse. My nonchalant gaze morphed into a glare as I snarled at the figure, who triggered the tussle in the first place.

I feel like one of those creepy stalkers like in the movies. My fury quickly conquered that thought. The thought raised a white flag in defeat.

Apparently the figure felt my icy glare as his/her paused mid-step and visually tensed. I took note that the figure was short in stature. Horizontally challenged; I corrected myself. The vertically-challenged figure whipped around and faced my direction. I glared with vehemence from my spot in front of the window and was taken aback when my eyes instinctively swept over his/her...his profile.

Teal-colored eyes bored intensely into mine as our eyes met. Holy crap....a person could get lost for days in those. My throat suddenly dried up and clenched; I gulped trying to get the itchiness to dis sapper. Not only did it not disappear,it increased ten-fold. Shit. I had to admit this marshmallow was good looking. I quickly snapped out of it while lecturing myself about the dangers of even uttering the word...good looking. God. If I ever even mentioned anything about a person being good looking, let alone a guy, in front of Yatsuba, I would be as good as dead. Oh, shit. If Yatsuba came barging in and sees me looking at this dude,...ugh. I shivered to the bone. All I can say is that it wouldn't be a happy ending for either of us....

Slam.

Shit. She had the worst timing in the world. Frustrated, I sighed as heavy foot steps made their way up the stairs. Gotta look natural. I made aa all out dart towards the bed, tripped on one of my chappy bunny suitcases, cursed the heavens to hell and back, and stumbled ungracefully onto the bed.

"Rukia! Get your lazy ass out here and actually put yourself to some use!" screeched Ami, who seemed like her flabby arms couldn't support even one feeble cardboard box.

It seems as though she needs some help carrying her tons of cheap, overpriced makeup. Maybe that's why she took the van...

Oh shit. I forgot about the marshmallow- as I nicknamed him. Embarrassed, I slowly craned my neck towards the window dreading to look at my new seemingly gorgeous neighbor. Yep, Marshmallow was still there in all his I-Am-So-Sexier-Than-Thou glory. I blushed as his eyes, once again, locked with mine. By the look of his teal eyes, he seemed uninterested in the new girl next door....I, being retarded, didn't seem to take note of this. Like the stupid, shallow person I was, I openly gawked.

I'm glad the car didn't run over this beautiful work of art. It was worth the beating. I gotta admit that this marshmallow sure is- he smirked, as if reading my mind. Did he just fuckin smirk at me? Screw the car; I wish a fuckin truck had smashed into him. I tossed my head back and sincerely laughed at the image of an eighteen wheeler catapulting into this cocky Marshmallow, arms and legs flailing in the air as he skyrocketed into the stratosphere screaming. I smiled wickedly still uncontrollably laughing. I abruptly ceased my laughter as a shot of pain crawled up my nerves. I crawled into a tight ball and clutched my spasming stomach. I guess the bruising period had already started.

After the pain shrunk into a dull throb, my eyes re-focused onto the cause of all my series of unfortunate events, Marshmallow. Oh, he was gonna have hell to pay. Fuckin HELL. Once again glaring, I lazily concentrated on his person rather than his mesmerizing eyes only to gawk. I stared as Marshmallow struck a pose like he was modeling. Right hand on his slender hip, the other rested comfortably on the back of his snowy locks. Curious, I raised a thin, onyx eye brow and tilted a head. My momentarily amused eyes switched over to an icy glare as he did a 360 to show off his well-rounded ass.

I immediately snapped out of my daze as if an imaginary bucket of water was thrown upon my head. Cocky bastard. I mustered up a deadly glare that could freeze hell over. The staring contest began.

On cue, Ami burst through the door and demanded that I carry her belongings. I grudgingly ripped my gaze from Marshmallow's teal eyes. Damn. Lost again. What. Does he have like contacts or somthing? Cheater. Oh yea, Ami's here....shit. Ami's here....slowly, I put two and two together. SHIT! AMI IS FUCKING HERE!! Act natural. Act natural. Act as if there is no guy behind next five feet away staring at you. Act as if you not screwed if Ami sees him. Act as if Marshmallow isn't burning holes into the back of my head....obviously, this "acting" is not helping. I mentally scratched off acting on my list of future jobs.

"....get out, whore" I stated lazily from my spot on the king size bed as I turned over to give a glare at her hoping to melt her and her G cups down. She- somehow- didn't notice it. Sometimes I think that her molecules of brain cells resides in her breasts...somewhere smothered in them dying. Screaming for help. Poor brain cells.

Ami sneered at me while somehow managing - once again- to give me the "Just-Wait-Till-I-Tell-Yatsuba-You-Little-Bitch-You're-Gonna-Wish-You-Were-Never-Born" look. In return, I gave her a blank stare which never ceases to piss her off. On cue, Ami raced up to my place on the king-sized bed and raised a skinny arm and-

SLAP

She slapped me. Well, more like her arms were too short, so, instead, her manicured, neon-green finger nails grazed the pale skin on my cheek. The only thing louder than Ami is her nail polish. I didn't even flinch; I could , then, feel the stinging sensation shortly after the smack. My cheek burned as droplets of crimson blood trickled down my check and onto the crisp, tea-green sheets.

I'm gonna kill her...! These are fuckin NEW SHEETS! We've only been in this house for, what, thirty minutes and already Ami soiled something of mine?!?! I caught myself. If I kill her now, Yatsuba would kill me...or worse. My Eyes widened in an epiphany; if Ami were to go, Yatsuba would have no one to be his fuck puppy...and if he had to no play toy to suck his dick, he would turn to the next available me... So far, I had gotten away with a beating, a sperm-infested mouth, and a feeling of pure disgust in the pit of my stomach. Not too bad. I was still a virgin.

Oh, god. I love Ami. I love her sooo much. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be a virgin. I sighed- ready to make amends.

I noticed Ami was still in the room and shifted my gaze to her. I stared blankly, waiting for another slap or something.

It didn't come. I cracked an eye open and saw something disturbing. Ami was gazing at me and a brief flash of...pity crossed her eyes. Oh god, it's the end of the world! It passed just as quickly as it came; what replaced it though, was nothing new.

"HURRY UP AT CARRY MY BAGS, BITCH!" she screeched when she noticed that I had not moved from my comfortable spot on my now bloody bed. I complied without thinking and followed her out like a puppy following its master- not that I noticed. If I did, I would've any bystanders on the spot. But, I was too engrossed in Ami's look of...pity. I shivered.

I look a few bags out of her van- probably make-up -and almost crumpled onto the ground at the sheer weight of the bags. I didn't take notice of this, though. Ami never took pity on ANYTHING- not even when she ran over that poor, baby tabby on the way here. She never even flinched when I got beat till I couldn't move for a week from my spot on the bloody basement floor. She never even looked away the time I was whipped to the point that I was unrecognizable even by dental records- not that I had any. Why would she look at me with pity? I shivered; this was not a good sign. Ami's pity look condemned me to a fate worse than death.

The raven locks of hair on the back of my neck bristled. Something bad is gonna happen. Something that would that would melt Ami alias "the bitch devil" into shooting a pity look in my direction- let alone to my face. I shuddered once again.

Not good. I need to know why...and fast before it's too late.

I, after dragging several suit cases of God-Knows-What up four flights of stairs while 300 pounds of dead weight were balanced, including Ami herself, on my hunched back, crawling up the stairs with Ami repeatedly slapping my ass from her comfortable position on my soon-to-be-permanent hump, dragged my bloody and bruised body to my room, leaving a distinct trail of blood smeared onto the hardwood floor of my fucking new room. I was so close to killing her. So close.

~Flash back~

"Hurry. Up. Bitch!!" She smacked my burning ass between words. I am so gonna kill her in her sleep. As I imagined killing Ami in her sleep in the most gruesome ways possible, I heaved the luggage up the stairs huffing and puffing all the way to the top. Normally, I ignored her insults about my slutiness, breast size, the fact that I'm a worthless piece of..blah, blah, blah. She should get some new insults; her mouth is like a broken record, except you can't cause it. On the other hand, you can't jam a huge penis into a broken record.

"Lets do this some time today, Rukiaaaa~ TODAY!" Her shrill voice shot tendrils up my spine; my ears were ringing uncontrollably. With one final burst of strength, I plopped down on the floor.

"W-we're here..." I huffed. I straightened my back and all the "trash" came tumbling down my back.

Ami hissed- what is she? A fucking cat? I rolled my eyes, as I saw her looking stunned on the hardwood floor. Cat's are supposed to always land on their feet. I briefly contemplated kicking her down the stairs. Just briefly.

After she got on her feet- it took a while-, she, to no surprise, struck my..stomach? Oh, I guess she's not fully up, yet. It wouldn't of hurt if Yatsuba didn't kick that exact same spot only earlier in the day. I doubled over and briefly caught a glimpse of Ami's satisfied smirk- probably thinking she had caused me so much pain just from one hit. Not on your life, bitch. I lost my balance from the edge of the stairs, and before you know it, I was taking a one-way fall down four flights-FOUR FUCKING FLIGHTS- of stairs. Just my shitty luck.

The last thing before beginning the, probably, the longest fall in history, I saw a flash of Marshmallow smirking. Oh, he is so fucking going dawn. I made the oath in blood as I tumbled down the stairs in a mass of flailing arms and legs.

~End flashback~

I, after dragging my pitiful body, propped myself up against the softness of the side of the bed, continuously repeating four words that have gotten me through life so far. I've been through worse. I've been through worse. This is the easy part. I've been through worse.

I let out an aggressive snarl, as I remembered the cause of my series of unfortunate events in my not-even-complete day of living in Seireitei, Marshmallow. The cause of my blood oath. The cause of everything bad! Marshmallow. The boy next do- wait....IS HE STILL FUCKING THERE???

While silently thanking whatever screwed up gods up there in heaven for the fact that I was behind the high bed, I panicked.

Oh shit. Marshmallow is still behind me, isn't he? Slowly, I craned my head from the back of the bed around for the second time today, and cautiously peered over my shoulder.

Seemingly, for the millionth time today, I swore.

"Shit."

A/N: Ah. Sorry. Hitsugaya didn't save her, but her smarts did. Was that better than the last chapter? I tried making it longer this time. Ah. Finger cramps...

~Snowdays