Chapter: Roxanne
Shalan's Whatever: Yeah… that was an interesting end to the chapter wasn't it… I wonder what happened there? Did she change her mind… did they do it? Who is Roxanne? Will Rukia ever unbutton the top button of her blouse… will Ichigo finally crack her shell? And will Rukia bend for him? DUNNO! FIND OUT… sometimes… I have these nightmares… and they scare me…
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Ichigo sighed lightly as he stood in his wife beater and jacket, his suit pants had been quickly buckled in place when they had called him and told him that they had caught the murderer. He shook his head as he stood on the other side of the glass, Rukia stood beside and slightly behind him.
"He's not the one…" Ichigo put his hand to his forehead.
"They're sure that they've caught the right man… don't ruin it for them… at least they caught somebody…" Rukia looked away as Ichigo looked over at her. She was still blushing about what had transpired earlier that day. The night before they had spent the entire night talking about absolutely nothing… then this morning he had taken a chance and had planted a soft kiss on her lips… She had slapped him hard across the face.
"No… they've got to be told…" Ichigo walked over to the door.
"Kurosaki… they're not going to listen to you." She told him the truth… the truth that he never had faced before… they weren't going to listen to him… because for the moment they had the respect of the people back. "Now let's g…" She had forgotten… he could go home now…
"You've remembered huh?" He smiled over at her. She nodded. "That place out in the country is yours… I bought it… I figure that I wouldn't take very good care of it… so you can have it." Ichigo tossed her the keys. "See you later…" He turned and walked off, his hands in his pockets. She frowned a little. This was it? After putting her through near death experiences over and over again all he does is give her a house? She stomped her foot.
"Fuck him," she spun on her heel and walked out. Her car was parked a ways away from the police station and as she walked she sensed someone following her. She walked a little faster but the person stayed the same.
"Rukia Kuchiki?" She heard a familiar voice. She swung around.
"KAIEN!" She ran towards him and he grabbed her mid-jump pulling her in to plant a passionate kiss on her lips. "Oh Kaien…" She dragged her fingers through his hair and Ichigo watched. The man held Rukia so close, so tenderly that he wondered if he was the one she loved.
"I've missed you…" He whispered against her lips… "I love you." He smiled as he set her down and she buried her face into his chest.
"I love you too." She took in a deep breath of his scent but for some reason it didn't enchant her the way it used to… instead it made her pause a moment and wonder if she still loved him. Psh! What was she thinking? Of course she still loved him… she smiled as their lips again and Ichigo felt his heart sink. She loved him… but he didn't know why that hurt him so badly…
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"You get more beautiful every time I see you!" Kaien laughed as they walked into her new house. "Every time I see you…" Her arms wrapped around his neck as their lips met again but for some reason she didn't feel her belly ignite again the way it usually did.
"Kaien… I missed you…" Thinking that it was just because she had been away from him for so long their lips met again and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her up against the front door.
"Can't you wait until we get to the bedroom?" He muttered against her lips.
"Can you?" She replied as their lips met once again, but again, she didn't feel the tightening in her loins that she used to… the beautiful heat that made her body soar. Though she had never actually had sex with him her boyfriend stayed with her faithfully. For some reason though… today she wanted him to make love to her… to erase this idiot who'd been living with her for the past two weeks.
Kaien easily carried her up into the bedroom and laid her flat out on the bed and she looked over and froze. There, on the dresser, was a box of his cigarettes, the ones that he only smoked when he was extremely strained. She felt her body go numb and her mind was suddenly filled with thoughts of him.
"I am in Washington DC… you are somewhere else…" He said as he dropped onto the bed beside her.
"Sorry… I've just had so many problems in the past couple of weeks that I just can't focus on any one thing…" She smiled over at him. "Can you keep waiting for me?" He nodded.
"Honey… I could wait for you for a thousand years," he grinned back and kissed her on the lips.
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He had spent the past week thinking about her… and he didn't like it… Ichigo slammed things around in his house angrily. "What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't she love me?" He slammed the door shut and froze. "WHY THE HELL DO I WANT HER TO LOVE ME????" He banged the bedroom door shut. "Fuck." He breathed as he dropped down on his bed.
"Why don't I have anyone that loves me?" Ichigo whispered to himself, his arms folded behind his head.
'Because you're a cop… and you're completely closed off to the rest of the world…' His brain told him
"Be logical… she likes me… she wouldn't have leaned on me…"
'But she doesn't love you!'
"I want her to! WHY? WHY DO I WANT HER TO LOVE ME?" It had already become an obsession, not feeling her skin, not smelling her scent in his house. Not hearing her voice… he threw his hands into the air.
'Do you love her?' The little voice asked innocently.
"WHAT?" He sat up. "I DON'T LOVE HER! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?" He flipped over and pressed his face into his pillow, only to have the image of her naked body invade his thoughts. He had only seen it once but once was enough to ingrain it in his mind. Damn his brilliant memory abilities. Damn her beautiful skin… damn his life.
'If you can't have her… have someone else and get it out of your system…' the voice told him.
"Yeah… I betcha I could find plenty of girls who'd be willing to replace her…"
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Six times… that was how many times he had fucked two different girls. Yes… it took two women to erase one from his memory. And it wasn't making love… oh no… it was full out fucking. He was just using them to get her out of his head and away from his memories. The second girl had stayed while the other had left early. She was a woman in her early thirties that he assumed had been in her profession for quite a while. She was well practiced and had even taught him a thing or two. The first one had been free… it was after that which he knew that he needed a professional to wipe her from his mind… that was when he called her.
"So who is she?" The woman asked, looking over at him. She was fairly pretty with long black hair and tanned skin.
"Hmmm?" he looked over.
"I don't usually get customers as young as you… so who is she? There's always someone…" She smiled.
"Do you have a name?" He twirled a strand of her black hair around his finger.
"They call me Roxanne… but you called me Rukia…" She smiled and he sighed, falling back onto his back. "Is that who it is that you were thinking about?" The woman straddled his waist.
"I don't know why… she's… not mine… she'll never be mine… and besides… I'd only known her for two weeks…" He looked up at her. She even looked a little like Rukia from what he could see, an older version of her. "So how could it be that she could infect me like this?" He folded his arms behind his head. "Do I have to pay extra for the psychological advice?" He lifted his eyebrows.
"I like you sweetheart… you care more than my other customers do… I mean… to think… you were also one of the more experienced…" She smiled lightly and Ichigo chuckled.
"Thank you… does that make me a good lover or a bad one?"
"You balance experience with feeling, you were probably one of the best I've ever been with… to think you forced me to climax first… psh…" She smiled down at him.
"I was thinking about her all night…" He confessed.
"I know you were… I could tell… I always can… that doesn't mean anything to me…" She chuckled lightly.
"You… my friend… are a very strange person…" She leaned down and pressed her breasts to his chest and touched their foreheads together. "You have the eyes of a gentleman but the hands of a worker man…" She smiled. "Tell me Ichigo Kurosaki… where did you come from?"
"I was born in London, England…"
"That would explain the British accent…and?"
"My father made sure that I went to the best schools possible… my mother made sure that I was trained physically… she took me to karate and fencing practice every day…" He smiled softly. "But my mother died when I was nine… leaving me, my father and my sisters by ourselves… I never could get over that…"
"She reminds you of your mother, no?" Roxanne smiled at him and planted a tender kiss on his lips.
"Yeah… when I turned eighteen I joined the military… here in the US, my father moved us here when I was 16 you see…" Ichigo nodded his head. "I was a naturalized citizen because my parents were both Americans…"
"Ah…" Roxanne smiled.
"I killed people… I killed a lot of people… I know I did… I was a marksman in the Marine Corps… I was a Gunnery Sergeant… and I hated it…" Ichigo let her kiss him again, her hands combing his body. "I became a detective after I finished that gig and until three weeks ago I hadn't fired a gun… and I killed someone else… for her! I killed him to protect her!" He tangled his fingers in his hair.
"Sounds to me like you've fallen for this girl… if you're willing to kill for her," her lips caressed his neck and jaw…
"Yeah… but that's not true… because I'm not just going to stand by and let some guy rape her…"
"If you didn't care about her… you wouldn't have bothered to protect her…" She smiled up at him. He considered this for a moment.
"Let's say… hypothetically… oh… don't do that!" Her lips made a path down his neck and chest. "Hypothetically speaking I was in love with her… what the hell do I do about it?"
"What's standing in your way?" She questioned.
"Another man…" Ichigo thought back to seeing her kiss Kaien.
"Ah! Then he's your problem… not her… besides… I think that once you get her in bed she'll bend to your every will…"
"That's just the problem… she's a complete prude… she won't even hardly come near me…" He folded his arms across his smooth chest.
"That's not a problem… I can teach you a few tricks that will have even the most closed off martyr bend to your will like warm putty…" She smiled cattishly up at him and a smile spread across his face.
"That doesn't cost extra does it? Or do you take tips…" He smiled as their lips met again.
"I'll take a nice tip…" She grinned down at him as she kissed him again and he rolled her over, pinning her to the bed.
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Rukia sat out on the porch swing, and unfortunately she was thinking about Ichigo… she had been thinking about him for the past few weeks… but she wasn't going to see him again… so she didn't care but… for some reason… he was haunting her.
"Why won't you go away?" She threw her mug against the wall and listened to the satisfying crunch.
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Naughty naughty Ichigo! OMG I can't believe that chapter! XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Anyways… uhm…
Yeah…
That was…
Ichigo…
No she's not going to show up again…
Except for maybe flashbacks…
This chapter inspired by El Tango De Roxanne from:
Moulin Rouge…
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Shalan