Author's Notice: I'm back, hello…yeah man! Decided to write this chapter first because well…at least I have it planned out in my head, as for the others not so much planned as per usual.
Anyways, a couple days after Christmas, let me just give it to you straight.
I had a bad Christmas, funny isn't it? I only got one present, ONE PRESENT, thanks a lot; I now know you love me very much! Douche bags, anyways, that one present was from my third and youngest aunt from my dad's side and she has to take care of her two year old and one year old, so thank you very much for giving me a 25 dollar star buck's card.
Anyways, congratulations to Woof head who SUCCESFULLY passed Hotel626 without chickening out! Play it at Hotel626 dot com that is if you want to. You can play it right now, it's only open during 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. or the darkest hours of the night and day…god.
Freaking scary, but they have an asylum one; I unfortunately do not have the website for that one, so good luck!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach…I'm really hungry, I hate the gym.
Oh yeah, no assassination till next chapter, I promise, someone requested Szayel so I'm going to do him next chapter alright?
Rukia woke up, the rays of sunshine tapping against her closed eyelids. She opened them quickly and popped her neck to the side, stretching them out; she turned to the side and saw her boyfriend sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face. It was obvious he enjoyed last night.
She kissed his forehead and slipped on his dress shirt which she took off herself last night and slipped it over her body, her back hitting the sun's rays, her spine and vertebrae showing as she slipped on the white shirt.
She gracefully got out of his bed and laid the blankets gently on her side and walked out his bedroom. She walked to the kitchen, fully equipped on where everything was she pulled out some eggs, bread, orange juice and other items and started heating up the stove.
Twenty minutes later:
He groaned and tossed to the side, two thin blankets tossed over his waist and covered the rest, only leaving his upper body to view. He decided he couldn't sleep anymore and opened his eyes, blinking repeatedly many times and he looked around with drugged with emerald eyes, eyes scanning knowingly of his room and then when he looked down at his bed hoping to see the girl he spent his birthday night with and…early morning with.
His eyes landed…and his eyes did not like what they found.
An empty right side of the bed, he sighed as he raised his arms and stretched. All of his kinks from his previous night and early morning were gone as he heard the resounding pop in his back.
He slipped out of the bed and pulled on a pair of boxers…well the one that had been ripped off somewhere last night.
He sighed and breathed in…
Was someone cooking in his kitchen?
He inhaled again…
Yep, he could smell the eggs scrambling themselves, the orange juice pouring themselves in glasses, the bacon wafted in the room and he smiled.
He walked out of his bedroom door to find it open already and looked around to see Rukia in his shirt from last night washing a pan.
The shirt was long, but wasn't long enough to even reach mid thigh, he liked that look on her. He walked through the living room and came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and put his chin on top of her shoulder making her lean back automatically, she kept on washing though.
"I thought you left this morning." His voice husky from sleeping till…he looked at the clock, it was ten in the morning. He heard a slight chuckle from Rukia.
"No, but I have to leave your apartment at eleven." Rukia responded her voice fresh and awake and he buried his head into her neck.
"But then that means you won't be able to stay for after morning." He mumbled as he kissed her pulse and Rukia elbowed him slightly.
"Sorry, but I've got a perfume ad to shoot today." Rukia responded as she put the pan away and he turned her around and she saw him with an arched brow.
"You model Ms. Kuchiki?" he asked and Rukia smirked as she leaned up and kissed him.
"Yes, sometimes I do, but rarely, as someone from the Kuchiki family, I have to sometimes." Rukia said as she got out of his hold and he saw her gesture to a glass of orange juice, bacon, sausage, and omelets.
"You're going to make me fat." Hitsugaya teased and Rukia slapped him across the head.
"But I doubt that with that body of yours." Rukia said as she sat on his lap and started eating their breakfast.
Forty five minutes later:
"Do you really have to leave now?" Hitsugaya asked as they stopped in front of the building and Rukia shot him an arched brow and a smirk.
"Yes I have to, now go away." Rukia said as she pushed him away and he waved meekly.
"I'll pick you up at one!" He yelled and Rukia rolled her eyes as she opened the doors and was greeted by two people.
"Ms. Kuchiki, I am so glad you are here!" Yoshino* said as she kissed each of Rukia's cheek and Rukia did the same.
"It's a pleasure to be allowed the privilege to do so." Rukia said as Yoshino then pushed her into the dressing room and Rukia looked at the outfit…
Maybe they were actually not kidding when they said the perfume was labeled 'Fairy Dust.'
Twenty minutes later:
"God can this dress get any shorter?" Rukia asked as the make up applier chuckled a little.
"Only if you keep on fidgeting with it then it'll get shorter Ms. Kuchiki." The make up lady replied as Rukia felt her perfect nails get redone so she had white tips and clear nails, Rukia looked at them.
She liked them better plain. The make up applier swiped an apple colored blush on the apples of Rukia's cheeks and the hair styler curled the last lock.
"There we go doll, you look all nice now, now get your ass on the set." The man replied as he pushed Rukia out of the seat and Rukia arched a brow and smirked at them as she walked in three inch heels, black straps crossed over her ankles, her toes covered and her heel was encased in the shoe. The upper part of the dress had silk black fabric with pleats and many scrunches with little diamonds encased in each scrunch. The bottom part of her dress was a light pink fabric. Made in many layers, it would have been a child's dress if it could have, but there was a slight refinery in it that screamed adult when you looked at it.
Her eyelids were tinted with luxurious purples, inky shades of blue, black, and hints of pink. Lips were highly glossed, making her pink lips seem more touchable and shinier, long dark original lashes were even more defined, darker, and longer. Wrists were racked with golden bracelets with studs on them and so were her earrings. She stepped onto the set and saw a sturdy rail holding interconnecting golden loops. The first five were smaller, and then the sixth one was larger by five times. Rukia guessed as to what she had to do…
This didn't feel safe.
"I have to sit in that?" Rukia asked as she came near it and Yoshino nodded as she tugged on it.
"It's perfectly safe, we've tried it before!" Yoshino said as Rukia poked it and then adjusted her butt on it.
She was scared and…it was only one foot off the ground.
She then shifted around and Yoshino sprayed some perfume on her wrist.
"Take a smell." Yoshino gestured and Rukia lifted up her wrist to her nose…
Actually the perfume smelled good, she was sure to buy a bottle when it came out in stores.
"It smells rather nice Yoshino." Rukia said as Yoshino put the bottle in her hand.
"Now, it's time to take photos!" Yoshino chirped and Rukia sighed as she started posing.
Meanwhile:
"So Mr. Boss man, how was your night last night?" Matsumoto said with a grin on her face as she slipped into Hitsugaya's office and Hitsugaya looked up from the screen and he stopped typing.
"What do you mean Rangiku?" Hitsugaya asked as he resumed typing and took a sip of his coffee and Matsumoto rolled her eyes, perching her pencil skirted butt on the corner of his desk.
"You know what I mean." Rangiku replied and Hitsugaya glared at her.
"None of your business Rangiku, I don't see why you want to know anyways." Hitsugaya said as he remembered last night…
God, she was the best person he had ever done.
"Well, when you want to spill you can tell me." The phone rang suddenly and Hitsugaya looked at Matsumoto who picked up the phone and pressed it against her ear.
"Hitsugaya corporations how can I help you?" Matsumoto spoke through the phone, her carefree tone now turned into a business and well efficient tone. Matsumoto then arched a brow and nodded before affirming that the phone conversation would end.
"Alright, send him up, I'll tell him." Matsumoto said as she put the phone back into the cradle and Hitsugaya looked at her.
"Your friend Kariya is here to see you." Matsumoto chirped as she jumped off the desk as she heard the knock on the door and she opened the door and Hitsugaya saw his friend Kariya Jin standing in the door way.
"Ah Mr. Hitsugaya, it's good to see you again." Kariya said and Hitsugaya laughed.
"There is no need for the Mr. Come on in Kariya." Hitsugaya gestured and Matsumoto left the office and Kariya closed the door and sat down and he did a friendly handshake with Hitsugaya.
"Are you sure that one isn't your girlfriend?" Kariya asked and Hitsugaya chuckled.
"No, I'm pretty sure, she's already married." Hitsugaya responded as he leaned forward, placing his folded hands on his desk and Kariya smiled.
"So what did you call me up here for?" Kariya asked and Hitsugaya smirked.
"I need your help with something." And Kariya arched a brow and Hitsugaya still kept his smirk on.
"What is it?"
Meanwhile:
"Oh Rukia, you are doing so well! The last frame, can you think of something?" Yoshino asked and Rukia was more than ready to jump off the stupid golden hoop and throw off this dress. Rukia then tapped her chin with her manicured nail and then looked at the glitter, her hand, and the perfume. She smiled as the idea came up to her.
"Give me the glitter bottle." Rukia said imperatively and the prop artist gave her the gold glitter bottle and Rukia doused some on her palm and then capped it. Yoshino looked on and then realized what Rukia was doing and beamed.
"Oh I get it, come on Rukia, let's hurry up, the last frame, and come on!" Yoshino said as she poised her camera and Rukia blew gently on the glitter and the glitter flew gently and Yoshino snapped the last frame. Rukia was signaled she was finished and Rukia jumped off the hoop and handed the perfume bottle to Yoshino and skipped her way back to the dressing room.
1 p.m.
Rukia tapped the heel of her black heels against the granite and marble, dressed in a simple light gray jacket, a white blouse and low rise jeans, she didn't bother taking the make up off seeing as she would have to reapply more. She then heard the door opening and she saw Hitsugaya walk through the front doors. She saw him smiling as he came in with another person and Rukia looked to see another man right next to him. Dressed in a dark brown jacket, white hair like Hitsugaya's but shorter, and red eyes, Rukia shook him off. Hitsugaya walked up to Rukia and they kissed briefly before he wrapped an arm around her waist and smiled at her.
"Hey how was your photo shoot?" Hitsugaya asked and Rukia rolled her eyes.
"Awful, I had to sit on this stupid loop thing." Rukia replied as he chuckled and Kariya smiled.
"So that's the one Hitsugaya?" Kariya asked and Hitsugaya nodded.
"Yeah, this is Rukia Kuchiki, Rukia, this is Kariya Jin, one of my friends and he owns the Bounts Corporation." Hitsugaya replied and Rukia examined Kariya…she had seen him before…
In person, she remembered she was assigned to kill one of his associates, a gruesome old man that was more than an extreme pervert and Kariya had talked to her face to face about the mission. She was pretty sure she remembered him. But she had to pretend.
"Ah yes, it's nice to meet you." Rukia said as she stuck out her hand and Kariya shook her hand and smirked in the back of his mind.
This was going to be too easy.
Author's note: KARIYA PLAYS A BIG ROLE IN THIS STORY…because you know, Aizen's dead, I have no one else to blame, I could have put Kusaka, but I didn't want to! Anyways, so good luck, eat cheese, don't kill yourself and work out.
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