Rändajad
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Song: Rändajad (the nomads)
By: Urban Symphony
Genre: Arabian-themed AU
Rating: M (I think I went a little overboard this time...)
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The corners of his full lips were turned up into a smile, his amber-colored eyes glowing in the dim light of the desert moon shining through the entrance of his large tent. The rest of his tall figure was shrouded in darkness, his head resting in the palm of his left hand as he sat on the throne-like seat of gold and fine silk.
Before him stood a lithe woman clad in midnight-blue silk, the sleeves of her top made of see-through, dark-colored lace. Her hair the color of ravens went in gracious, wispy locks down to her, he held no doubt, firm behind, adorned with silver accessories. What captured his attention the most, though, was the pair of luminescent purple irises, shining in the darkness.
The man's eyes narrowed just slightly, his smile sharpening just barely towards a smirk as he regarded her with piercing eyes. "Tell me your name, seiress."
Her glowing eyes flashed defiantly, and her voice was enticing, like a long-forgotten song, as it coaxed him into a trance the moment she spoke.
"Kuchiki Rukia."
And in that moment, a gust of wild, cold wind blew into the nomad king's tent, bringing sand like freezing snow, the likes of the far north, across the ocean, with it, whirling around the petite woman like a whirlwind, displaying her ethereal beauty.
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Kõrbekuumuses liiva
Lendab kui jääkülma lund
In the desert heat, the sand
blows like ice-cold snow
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While his men jumped away from the mysterious woman, the orange-haired man didn't move a muscle, didn't even blink as he regarded her cautiously, watching every single movement she made. "I heard you gave my men quite a handful, Rukia-aanesah." Her violet irises narrowed as he addressed her with her given name, calling her miss didn't help the matter any. His eyebrows met between his eyes, his voice turning from playful to angry in a matter of split seconds. "You killed two of them. Why?"
Her beautiful face contorted into a scary smile, one even the young man before her was slightly taken aback by. Her gleaming eyes flashed icy blue for just a millisecond, and he was sure he was the only one who noticed the short color exchange. "They grabbed poor, little me, proclaiming me their... what had they called it?" Her feline eyes flickered towards the rest of the group, then quickly back to the nomad king. "Oh, yes, I remember, their new little qahbah, their bitch." She watched his face as something like contempt entered his eyes, not contempt towards her but the two bastards now mingling with the desert sand as the moon shone broadly on the horizon. Her face turned innocent at once, exploiting his sudden compassion for her. "So I just uttered a few, short words and they, poof, turned into a cloud of dust, what a shame."
The nomad king should have freaked out by her openly shown display of cruelty but the only thing he could fathom was how incredibly intrigued he was by her strength, her powers, her everything. He was no man to believe in love at first sight, and he wouldn't go and proclaim his ever-lasting devotion to the petite and deadly seiress in front of him.
But he could not help feeling drawn to her mysterious self.
"What would you do if I was as presumptuous as to declare my punishment for you, Rukia-aanesah?"
Her eyes flashed angrily as her plumb lips moved downward into a disdainful frown. "You wouldn't live to carry it out, sumuû." As his men let out indignant shouts the, or so she proclaimed, highness just tilted his head to the side, their eyes, amber and amethyst, locked for a minute and finally, he smiled, sitting up and standing from his throne. With steady steps, his smile never faltering, he walked towards her and finally stopped in front of her, his head bend towards her.
"Wanna bet?"
His voice was playful, cheerful even, and a small, unwanted smile tugged at the corners of the petite, black-haired woman's lips. She let her hands settle on her hips, a challenging look in her eyes. "Bring it on, then."
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Öö peagi laotamas tiivad
Rändajaid saatma jääb tuul
The night soon spreads its wings
Nothing but the wind to escort the nomads
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That had been six months ago, though, Rukia pondered, it felt more like six years, as she sat in the bed she shared with her, she frowned angrily, zaug, her husband. And really, that man had been infuriating ever since, ever since that blasted night when she had killed those two vile morons who thought they could just degrade her to some low bitch, their bitch. But she had taught them a lesson, no one could own her, simply no one.
Her gaze flickered towards her husband for a second, who slept soundly next to her, his arm wrapped tightly around her naked waist, as if to proof a point. Well, she thought bitterly. At least no one owned me before that bastard came along.
And really, she had been so damn stupid, stupid to think he would challenge her without a plan. Just from his demeanor she should have seen that he wasn't stupid. She saw so much for complete strangers, told them the future as unsteady as a footprint in the desert sand to please them, for some coins that barely sufficed to pay for her next meal. Yet why had she failed to see what this man would do, how he'd just turn her life 180 and leave her dizzy and confused and utterly defenseless?
She scowled at her own stupidity and recklessness.
Kurosaki Ichigo stirred beside her, and the young woman sighed. Bye, my morning peace.
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See on tee nad rändavad nii päevast päeva
See on tee nad rändavad siis ajast aega
That is the way they wander from one day to the next
That is the way they wander from one life to the next
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"We will make a deal, Rukia-aanesah. If I win, you will accept my punishment."
"And if I win?"
His voice was steady as he replied. "You may kill me, and walk away from here, or take over the tribe, honestly, I won't care, and it doesn't matter."
She raised a thin eyebrow, a smile playing at her plumb, blood-red lips. "And why's that?"
"Because I won't lose."
And he hadn't. They had fought tooth and nail, their slim swords gleaming in the bright moonlight, fought relentlessly, but in the end the fight had ended with both cut up and bruised, sweaty and exhausted, though neither was yet ready to back down. Her fingers were barely able to hold onto the hilt of her sword, and that had been her undoing as her white blade slipped from her grip, and his black sword stopped just inches from her pure neck.
"I win," he had gasped, before both fell on their knees, no longer able to stand.
His amber eyes flicked open and were immediately met with soft, flawless, ivory skin, and he subconsciously tightened his grip around her bare waist, dragging her back down to the mattress and against his naked body. She felt his morning shadow scrape against her shoulder, neck and cheek as he kissed her pale skin softly, his voice husky as he bit her earlobe, making her shudder. "Mornin'," he muttered as his hand around her waist came up to fondle one of her breasts, her own, much smaller hand slapping his away. "You're insatiable."
"My bad," he grinned, grinding his growing erection against her butt, making her shiver. "I can't control myself when it comes to my sexy, little seiress." She shot him a glare, clearly annoyed. "You know perfectly well my powers are gone since you defiled me, you dirty bastard." Her spiteful tone didn't faze him as he grabbed her right thigh roughly, forcing her on her hands and knees under him, stroking and groping her skin as she glared heatedly at him over her shoulder, suppressing her body's reactions as best as she could. "You'll always be my sexy, little vixen-seiress, Rukia."
A shiver ran down her spine, as he rarely called her by her name, and she frowned at the fluttering in her chest and stomach.
She didn't want to understand these new feelings for him.
Not ever.
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See on tee ta nähtamatu rajana kulgeb
Nende ees ta ootab kui riskida julged
That is the way it weaves an invisible path
on them, it waits until you are ready to take the risk
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"Bastard," she whispered as she felt him position himself behind her, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her in what she firmly made herself believe was anger, not anticipation for what was to come. She gasped as he thrust himself into her without preparing her, and she growled when she heard his snicker against her neck, his left hand fondling her left ass cheek. "I knew you are just as bad as me, my naughty, little kitty."
"Shut up," her eyes flashed angrily, and she wished she still had her powers with her, to make him pay for this humiliation. "Love you, too, my little seiress." He wasn't being serious, but that annoying flutter returned with a vengeance, ten times stronger than before, and she flushed crimson, burying her face in the pillows as she felt him start to roughly pound into her, and she was unable to suppress her reactions this time, as she moaned loudly into their bed.
Her midnight hair was a tangled mess as he grabbed a handful of it, pulling her head back and out of the pillows, her moans thrice as loud as before. She knew she looked like a wanton whore, moaning and writhing beneath him, but she didn't care as her mouth hung open, practically salivating onto the sheets, her eyes distant and glazed over with lust as her hips moved to meet his every thrust like a bitch in heat. A wave of perverse pleasure swept through her when he slapped her ass roughly, his speed intensifying.
When her knees finally buckled under his relentless pounding he started to practically fuck her into the mattress, his hand slapping her behind every few thrusts, making her moan loud and shamelessly. He tugged at her hair, turning her head to face him as he growled animalistically into her ear, eliciting a turned-on mewl to pass by her lips. "Does my little seiress like this?" He emphasized his words with harder, more forceful thrusts that had her butt, only held up by his relentlessly pounding erection, move back and forth violently, even though she didn't care. "Do you like being manhandled, my naughty kitty?"
Her moans of pleasure were all the answer he needed, and with a few, final thrusts, both came, their combined juices spilling onto the bedding. Ichigo wrapped his arms around his petite wife, rolling them over so both lay on their sides, him still inside of her.
Rukia felt groggy, yet satiated, even though she tried to hate every minute of their coupling, every time, and, fighting against her tired body, she only managed to utter three last words, before drifting off to sleep in the arms of the man she loathed with all her soul.
"I hate you," and with that she fell asleep, completely missing the utter hurt on her husband's face as he held her tightly against him, as she slept.
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Külmunud hingi vaid saadab
Kuuvalgus varje neist loob
It carries only frozen souls
The moonlight makes their shadows
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Around her everything was black, a suffocating mist surrounding her, almost drowning her.
She hadn't felt like this in over six months.
She had a vision.
But how-?
"Why do you hate me so much?"
The former seiress whipped around, but there was nothing except darkness, a darkness sending shivers up and down her spine. "Who-?"
"Why do you hate me so much," Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and the woman gasped at the familiar-feeling body behind her.
"Rukia?"
Kurosaki Rukia awoke with a start, only to find the space next to her empty as warm sunlight streamed into the tent and through the heavy drapes of their bed, which was a pain in the ass to move around as they wandered through the desert. The young woman frowned. "Where is that idiot?"
Frankly, regardless of how much she hated her husband, it was nice waking up next to something warm and cuddly, and no, the pillows and blankets just didn't do.
Especially after a bout of sex.
Quickly getting dressed, the former seiress rushed out of the tent, pushing her vision to the back of her mind.
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Päikesekiirena sooja
Hommik taas endaga toob
Warmth in a ray of sunlight
is what the morning brings once again
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The moment he was sure his petite wife had fallen into deep slumber, the hurt orange-head had left the bed they shared, dressed and practically fled their tent.
He was just so damn pissed.
Six months. Six godforsaken, bloody months and she still loathed him. His eyes flashed with hurt as her last words echoed off in his head again, stinging in his heart. Ichigo sighed as he weaved through the tight alleys between the tents, avoiding any contact with his fellow nomads, not willing to let them see his loneliness just yet, as it was still fresh. Why can't she see I love her, damn it?
Lost in thoughts he had bumped into someone, both falling to the ground in a tangled heap.
The nomad king rubbed his aching head, as he had hit his head against the person underneath him as they fell, growling lowly. "Shit, that fucking hurt." A panicked voice underneath him had him open his eyes, to be met with a red-haired woman, a few inches shorter them him. "R-Riruka?"
The woman stared in panic, stuttering. "I-I'm so sorry, sumuû! I didn't notice you, I was so deep in thought!" A blush crept onto her face, and he couldn't help but blush as well, realizing their compromising position.
The man quickly sat up, stood and walked a few steps away from her. "I-it's alright, really, I wasn't watching my way either, so, I guess... bye!" With that he ran past her, leaving a startled Riruka behind, not having noticed the furious raven-head behind her, who had started to run away the moment Ichigo met eyes with her.
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See on tee nad rändavad nii päevast päeva
See on tee nad rändavad siis ajast aega
That is the way they wander from one day to the next
That is the way they wander from one life to the next
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As soon as she arrived inside their tent, really, she thought in hindsight, maybe not the right place to hide from her husband, still reeking of sex – a smell they'd never get out of the fabric, she was sure – she threw herself on the bedding, shaking, not out of rage but out of confusion. She knew it had been an accident, heck, if she was certain about one thing in her chaotic life it was that Ichigo was honorable enough to not cheat, even if it was a habit amongst the men she had met, but just seeing him like that, sprawled over another woman, had her mind reeling and her heart ache.
Why?
Why did it bother her so much? It's not like she cared for the bastard, on the contrary, she absolutely loathed him.
Then why had her heart ached so much at the sight of him tangled with another woman? Why had she been so angry?
What's wrong with me?
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See on tee ta nähtamatu rajana kulgeb
Nende ees ta ootab kui riskida julged
That is the way it weaves an invisible path
on them, it waits until you are ready to take the risk
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Ichigo was about to move the plane covering the entrance to their tent aside when he heard, almost inaudible, sobbing coming from the inside, and he stood stock still, not moving a muscle, barely breathing. He frowned, confused as to why she might do that, in all the months they had been married she had only cried once, when she was sure he wouldn't notice.
It had been their wedding night, he remembered, they had, even though he was sure she enjoyed every second of it, even if she proclaimed otherwise up to this day, consumed their fresh marriage.
He had been asleep already, but awoke to light sniffling and sobs, barely contained in the small tent. He hadn't dared to make his awareness known, out of fear he might scare her away.
"Impossible... this just can't be... please... no... dear god no..."
He watched her, in the dim light of the moon shining through the thin fabric of their tent, as she trembled, mumbling words of a language he did not know, but sounded as if they came from the far north, the cold countries with barbarians and hideous houses in which they prayed to a god he didn't understand.
He almost yelled in surprise, at her next words, for they stung in his heart like a barrage of knives.
Rukia's hands trembled, tears streaming down her face as she sat in the dark corner of the tent, broken and lost.
"I lost my powers..."
He had felt guilty, every day, for had he known it would lead to her losing her powers, and he knew for a fact she was incredibly proud of them, he would have thought twice about sleeping with her.
And surely she would have done the same.
It still ripped his heart to think about that night, and hearing her now, just as distraught as that night, he wondered if he had been selfish in claiming her as his wife.
Maybe she has every right to hate me...
Taking a deep breath, he pushed the plane aside, entering the tent, ready to face her anger.
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Nad rändavad nii päevast päeva
Nad rändavad siis ajast aega
They wander from one day to the next
They wander from one life to the next
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Rukia hadn't noticed him enter their shared tent, and was shocked when his large, calloused hand came to rest on her frail, shaking shoulder. Her head whipped around, her long, midnight-colored hair brushing past his face. Her violet eyes flared angrily, wet from tears as was the rest of her face. She was startled, even though she did not show it, as she was met with his guilt-stricken face, amber eyes filled to the brim with hurt. She didn't allow her anger to subside any, though.
"What the hell do you want, bastard?"
Her amethyst eyes widened, doubling in size, as she felt strong, muscled arms wrap around her tightly, embracing her, his musky scent surrounding her.
"I'm sorry."
Regaining her bearings the former seiress - though really, she wondered, wasn't she still? - glared, pushing at his shoulders angrily. "Let. Me. GO!" And suddenly there was a bolt of energy, running through her veins like ice, and Ichigo was thrown back, landing on the far end of their bed, startled, and hurt in his eyes.
Rukia's delicate hands flew to her mouth, the urge to run to him and apologize strong in her heart, but she ignored it, just sitting there and watching him lower his gaze, his orange bangs shadowing his eyes.
All he wanted to do was console her as she cried, and she hurt him like that.
I am such a bitch.
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Ta nähtamatu rajana kulgeb
Ta ootab kui riskida julged
It weaves an invisible path
It waits until you are ready to take the risk
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"Why do you hate me so much?"
Violet irises widened, as he had repeated the question he had asked of her in her vision. She watched, flabbergasted, as he slowly raised his gaze towards her, amber locking with amethyst, and she was shocked to see his own eyes brimming with sadness and hurt.
"Why do you hate me so much, Rukia?"
As she stared into his eyes, she knew the answer, but she was too afraid to admit it to herself, or him. Tears started to fall from her eyes again, and sobs raked her body as she trembled before him, unable to hold onto herself any longer.
"I hate you for winning against me."
"I hate you for owning me."
"I hate you for making me feel this way."
He blinked, surprised, unable to speak. Rukia looked up, staring at him with watering eyes.
"I hate you for making me fall in love with you."
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Üle mägede taevasse kaigub hääl
A voice echoes across the mountains up to the heavens
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Ichigo's breath hitched in his throat, and his heart thumped like a stampede of camels as he just sat there in a state of utter shock and...
Happiness.
His wife had broken down, her body trembling in wave after wave of sobs and tears, as the nomad king could only smile, ecstatic.
She loves me!
It took him a good 3 minutes to finally get down from his high, realizing he had let the woman in front of him go on with her breakdown, oblivious to his joy. He frowned slightly, shifting on the soft mattress, crawling back towards her, slowly, as not to startle her a second time. His rough hand touched her shoulder lightly, and her gaze shot up towards his, her eyes red, puffy and swollen.
She had never been more beautiful.
The seiress glared at him, her lips in a thin line. "What? Are you going to mock me, now? Because I swear if you do-"
She hadn't expected his kiss at all. His lips tugged on hers softly, gently coaxing her to respond to his ministrations as he ran his tongue along her bottom lip, her mouth parting to let him in, her slim fingers grabbing fistfuls of his orange bangs. They stayed like that, kissing slowly, languidly, as if they had all the time in the world.
When they finally broke apart for air, she was confused, and he smiled at her, broadly.
"I love you, too."
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See on tee nad rändavad nii päevast päeva
See on tee nad rändavad siis ajast aega
That is the way they wander from one day to the next
That is the way they wander from one life to the next
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His calloused left hand was stroking her cheek affectionately, smiling down at her face that portrayed nothing but surprise and shock at his confession. After what felt like hours she finally blinked her violet irises free of any remaining tears, her lips parting as if to say something, anything, but not a sound would pass by her.
Ichigo leaned down, pecking her nose playfully before tugging her into another hug, one which she didn't oppose this time. He buried his face in her raven hair, mumbling I-love-you's over and over, rocking her back and forth slightly.
The feline seiress' brain had completely shut down, unable to process what she'd just heard him say.
He loved her?
He actually loved her?
After a while of letting him hug her, her brain got enough bearings to have her hug him back, her thin arms barely reaching around his broad torso.
"Do you mean that?"
He pushed her away from himself, just enough so he could smile down at her, an expression in his eyes she hadn't seen before. "What do you think?"
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See on tee ta nähtamatu rajana kulgeb
Nende ees ta ootab kui riskida julged
That is the way it weaves an invisible path
on them, it waits until you are ready to take the risk
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And, finally, she let herself smile at him, leaning up to kiss him again.
He smiled into the kiss.
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See on tee
That is the way
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Yes, I haven't died.
I'm alive, healthy (somewhat), and completely stressed with school and social life...
I swear, if my boyfriend didn't avert my attention from all this every day, I would have killed something by now...
BUT ALAS! Enjoy the smut... the lovely IchiRukiness... and my probably wrong use of Arabic.