Offer Up Thy Soul
-o-
behind this mask I live
and behind this mask I die
-o-
Days to go: 3
The past few days had been speeding by Kuchiki Rukia as the orange-haired man convinced her to go on dates with him for the last 4 days.
First there had been what she labeled the Espresso-Fiasco, when they'd ended up lip- and tongue-locked over their table.
Then they'd gone out for dinner, and she'd been thankful it had gone by without similar incidents, aside from his probing stares, though she didn't freak out over it. After all, they were on a date, and it wasn't too uncommon to stare at your date... right?
Their third date had actually been really nice, only them in the park talking. Rukia had enjoyed that quite a lot, even though Ichigo had been very evasive concerning his home. But she decided to shrug it off, not everybody liked where they came from, she figured.
Her memory momentarily flashed back to their fourth date, a hot shudder running down her spine at the mental pictures of the event.
He had paid for everything until that point, and did the same that evening when they went to watch "Bad Teacher" at the movies. She tried testing his patience (and love for his money) by ordering XXL portions of everything the cinema had to offer, and he paid it all without skipping a beat or blinking an eye.
She was creeped out by it.
Until he caught her sour look and chuckled lowly. "What? Trying to make me a nerve-wreck by reaping my wallet? Not gonna happen. I believe that the guy should pay the girl's expanses, if he already pursues her to the date, and if he can't afford it, he's useless. Period."
Rukia had to admit, that was very sweet of him.
Not that she told him.
After all, she was Kuchiki Rukia, and Kuchiki Rukia doesn't compliment.
She kicks shins instead.
"Idiot."
Ichigo just smiled, carrying dozens of treats and drinks seemingly without problems, walking beside her as they took their seats in the movie theater. "Whatever you say, midget."
But it hadn't stayed with that harmless banter.
Not at all.
Because only ten minutes into the movie they found themselves lip-locked again, their hands gripping their clothes as if intent to rip them off. In retrospect, maybe it hadn't been that good an idea to buy tickets for a two-seat, without an armrest between to separate them. Not that she'd minded at the time, because kissing him just felt that good, but it made her nervous, being unable to keep her hands off someone she only met half a week ago.
And it hadn't stayed with kissing and grabbing clothes either.
No, she had actually let him grope her ass and breasts, and she was sure she heard him moan "Fuck, you do have an ass." under his breath after giving her butt some particularly hard squeeze.
And Rukia wasn't sure whether to be insulted that he thought she was flat like a piece of paper, or embarrassed he had such an obsession with her butt. Because after grabbing it once he didn't let go of it once.
In the end they hadn't watched any of the movie, and exited the cinema sweaty and out of breath, their clothes a ruffled mess.
And tonight she had been stupid enough to agree to a fifth date.
Rukia had the unexplainable urge to bang her head against the wall.
Though that would look weird, and Kuchiki Rukia doesn't do weird.
Her doorbell rang, and with a shaky intake of breathe she stood from her couch, ready to meet her impending doom.
-o-
Both their cheeks were lightly flushed as Ichigo walked her home after their date. Rukia usually wasn't one for public outings too much, and had assumed the orange-head wasn't either, so she was quite surprised when he had taken her out to a nightclub, but hadn't objected. In the end, much to her surprise, she had found herself enjoying the dancing quite a bit, and he had even coaxed her into having a few drinks with him.
What hadn't surprised her at all, however, was when they ended up pretty much having dry sex on the dance floor, almost ripping off each others clothes.
Not that the rest of the dancers acted much else.
As they headed towards her apartment now, slightly drunk, she wondered how the night was going to end, a nervous shudder running down her spine as he dragged her with him, her left arm lopped around his.
"Yare, yare, Ichigo, you are such a hassle to find, you know that?"
Violet eyes averted from amber, her laughter ebbing away as she faced the blond man who suddenly appeared in front of them, and her companion turned towards him as well, tensing. The scowl that had been absent until then returned, and he snarled lowly. "What the hell do you want?"
The man in front of them - who wore a hat that didn't quite match the rest of his outfit, the young woman noted - pouted fakily, and let out a drawn out whimper. "But... but Ichigo! Is that any way to treat you dearest brother? I was looking all over for you!"
The black-haired Kuchiki snorted, averting her eyes slightly. If they were brothers, then she was Oprah Winfrey. They looked as alike as an apple and a banana. Her date proved her thoughts when he spoke up, annoyance more than clear in his voice. "You aren't my brother, you are my fucking godfather, and a weirdo. What the hell do you want, for fuck's sake?"
Crystalblue eyes flashed momentarily, fixing on Rukia for a split-second before fastening on the orange-haired man again. "I need to talk to you about something... in private."
Ichigo was just about to open his mouth to reply, but Rukia beat him to the punch. Raising her hands in surrender she smiled cockily, turning to her companion. "It's alright, my apartment is just around the block anyways. I'll walk the rest of the way myself. You have fun talking with your..." Her translucent eyes locked on the newcomer for a moment, blue and violet clashing, before she made little air quotation marks with her fingers, smirking at Ichigo devilishly. "Brother. I'll see you tomorrow."
With that she turned away from the two men, walking away with swinging hips, and Ichigo had the urge to beat his godfather into a bloody pulp.
He had been so fucking close.
The young man was about to turn around, a threatening scowl on his face as amber eyes flashed murderous gold, when the blond seized his arm and dragged him away into an adjacent alley, devious smirk on his lips.
And there, in the shadows, he came face to face with his dad.
-o-
Black, delicate brows were pulled together in a frown, and her full lips pressed in a thin line. She knew it had been the right move to stay behind and eavesdrop on the "brothers", especially when a third man dropped into the mix. Rukia hid behind a nearby wall, spying. "What are they doing...?"
-o-
Back in the alley Ichigo was avoiding his dad's gaze as best as he could, as Urahara Kisuke stood a little bit off to the side, watching their exchange, while Isshin was having one of the biggest fits known to this day.
"What the hell were you thinking, you imbecilic moron? A fucking human! There is no way in fucking hell a human will be able to carry my grandchildren! Use you brain! That girl is way too fragile to carry your kids and-"
"Will you just shut up?" The black-haired man blinked mid-rant, falling silent as he looked at his red-faced son. "First off, she definitely can carry my fucking children, and most importantly she fucking will. Secondly, it's none of your fucking business who my goddamned mate is so shut the hell up."
Not far away the eavesdropping woman let out a strangled gasp, blushing crimson in the darkness of her hiding place. Neither father nor son noticed, but the spectating blond averted his eyes to her, catching just a glimpse of her before smirking. He didn't speak up.
The older Kurosaki sighed tiredly and rubbed his forehead. "Why did it have to be a human? This always ends in disaster for our kind. There's a damn good reason none of us ever make relationships with humans, Ichigo!"
The son looked down, his fiery bangs covering his eyes as he turned his head away from his father slightly. "It's not like I had a choice," his voice was barely above a whisper. With a sad scowl he looked back up, his amber eyes challenging. "I can't help that I love her!"
Cerulean eyes rounded in utter shock and disbelief, their owner thoroughly freaked out. Her heart beat to the very top of her throat, and she couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach at all. When the orange-head's parent spoke up again her attention was diverted back to the scene unfolding in the dark alley.
Ichigo flinched when his father pulled him into an embrace, grinning. "Congrats... to finding your mate, Ichigo." And just when he was about to reciprocate the embrace-
Did his father make a completely and utterly useless comment, horrifying the young alien.
"And don't waste any time on making me some grandchildren!"
Giving Isshin a swift kick to the guts the younger Kurosaki turned around, stomping off in horror and disbelief.
Only when he turned the corner did these feelings turn into a gutwrenching terror when his black-haired mate walked down the street. There was no way she would have needed so much time to master this short distance, their exchange had taken long enough. His heart sunk into his stomach, realizing she had been spying on him and his father.
He bit his bottom lip, and with a deep intake of air decided to give her the night to mull over what she witnessed.
Just till tomorrow...
-o-
Sorry for the long delay, but finally you got an update! I hope you enjoyed, and until next time!
