Chapter: Up Against The Wall

Shalan's Say: Hey guys I'm writing at school. Yes my amazingly strict and restraining school that doesn't allow me to do ANYTHING XDDDD anyways so how are you guys doing? I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update this story, OMG a week and a half is not a long time… maybe it is for you YOU SPOILED BRATS! I SPOIL YOU! But I love you and that's why… So eat up throws new chapter to hungry wolves GO GET IT!

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She knew she was going to be in trouble when they got home. She had known since he had given her that look just before they left. An important meeting between all the bigwigs in SAPO and the dons of the Coza Nostra. Uryu looked across the table at her and she smiled devilishly in reply to his disapproving glare. His wife's legs were for him to look at and him to look at alone. Along with every other part of her body that the little black dress showed off. Several of the younger dons seemed almost distracted by the beautiful woman who was sitting in their midst and whenever one of them would toss a look her way Uryu felt the primal rage that was jealousy boil in his blood.

"Signora Ishida," Uryu growled under his breath as one of the Dons spoke, 'yeah that's right… Ishida!', his primal instincts whispered darkly in his head. "may I have this dance?" Kazumi shot Uryu a look and suddenly he shrunk back and he felt the testosterone in his blood dissipate. Maybe he shouldn't have brought it up right before dinner…

"Of course Don Emilio… call me Kazumi…" she took his offered hand and shot her husband another glare as she allowed herself to be led out onto the dance floor.

"She is a fiery spirit Signor…" Uryu hardly heard the Don speak as he folded his arms across his chest angrily.

She had started it. This was the conclusion that he had come to. She had started the whole thing. To think that she was being so childish about one little slip up. She had definitely started it. His eyes followed her form as she glided along the dance floor in the arms of the Don and again, his blood boiled, she was HIS, she belonged to HIM he knew it… So why was it that he felt this hatred towards the Don she was dancing with? Oh… that's right… he had started it.

Kazumi swung around, lifting her leg then bringing it back down to the fast Italian beat of the song, but this time, Uryu stood up abruptly. She was not going to get away with dancing with another man in that dress.

She felt him coming, she knew that she had pushed him too hard, she had pushed and pushed until she had found that happy place where she knew she had pushed him off the edge of anger and into insanity. She knew immediately when she felt a pair of powerful hands latch onto her waist and swing her around. Their eyes met, steely cerulean and pure azure. She nearly had to blink from the force of his gaze but she held her own, staring right back, tilting her chin in defiance, a defiance that he hated but a defiance that pleasured him to no end.

He loved breaking that defiance of hers and loved seeing it bound back. He loved proving that he was the stronger one, the dominant male of society. Most women would never put up with his ways but she… she remained standing when all the other women in the world fell.

The dance began, a quick Latin beat which tugged at the thrumming of your heart and molded it until it followed the beat of the song. He had started the fight that had struck silence between the two for nigh on four months. Neither had wanted to break the silence that they had been sworn into. Her body pressed so tightly against his, her hips moving in time, her warm skin beneath the little black dress that had started it all. The scent of her skin, of her hair, drawn in by the whisper that was his breath, the scent of lavender and vanilla mixed with another scent that he knew well but had no name for.

I started it. His voice in her ear, tingling her senses and shuddering her spine. Her stomach turned, not from sickness, but from happiness, the fluttering flip-flopping sensation that had been there ever since she had met him. His hands on her skin, sliding against her thighs and against her bare back. The little black dress that had caused all the problems was starting to look like a good thing.

"I know you did…" she whispered back as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his chest. "I really don't think that what you're thinking is appropriate…" her words barely left her lips before they were conquered by his.

Before she knew it her new dress was on the floor of the posh bathroom of the beautiful Sicilian hotel. Her hands unbuttoned his jacket and shirt, sliding them down his arms exposing his muscular chest to her roaming hands. Four months. It had been four months since she had been able to touch his skin except for the small caresses trying to get his attention. When he ignored her before bed. Her hands slid down from his shoulders, across the thick pecs and across the ridges that were his abdominals. Her legs tightened around his thin hips, her trembling fingers unbuckled the patent leather belt.

"Manolo Uryu? I didn't know you ever paid attention to designers…" she examined it just before he pulled it from her hand and tossed it to the side near her dress.

"I don't you bought that for me two years ago…" he growled just before maneuvering himself into her. Her primal cry of delight, muffled into his muscular shoulder made his blood boil as his hips began to move.

"You know… this is a public… restro…" her sentence was cut short as he bucked his hips again. This was going to be a long night.

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Ichigo's face lit with delight as the doctor asked him if he wanted to cut his son's umbilical cord. He didn't know why but it made him more proud than he had been before being able to cut the cord. His chest puffed slightly and Rukia scoffed at him, exhausted though she may have been.

A little while later Ichigo sat next to his wife as he was handed his son. His chest puffed out again and Rukia had the feeling that he was going to get up and show him off to everyone that would listen… which is exactly what he did.

"ICHI-go…" he was out the door before she could say anything.

"KISUKE!" Ichigo cawed and Kisuke looked over. "My son…" the orange-haired detective's chest puffed again and Yoruichi squealed over the tiny baby boy in Ichigo's arms. Kisuke looked him over and made a comment under his breath. "What? What did you say?" Ichigo's temper flared and Kisuke laughed at him.

"Calm down Ichigo… now go back and see your wife…" Kisuke chuckled as Ichigo sprinted back into his wife's hospital room. Rukia sighed at him as he grinned, holding his son in his arms. The little two year old on the bed next to her mother was asleep, her head resting against her mother's chest, shifted in her sleep. Ichigo sat down next to Rukia and sighed heavily.

"I love you…" he smiled softly. "Could you get anymore perfect?" he kissed her tenderly. She smiled softly and Ichigo stroked the side of her face.

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"MMPGH!" Suddenly a hand covered her mouth. "HELP!" She bit the hand that covered her mouth and the man cursed.

"Shut up and come peacefully!" He slapped her across the face.

"GET AWAY FROM ME CREEP!" He whacked her on the back of the head and Karin Kurosaki collapsed into Gin's arms.

"Shit… girl bites…" he sucked on his hand. "Hope her sister isn't that bad…" he dragged the college student off towards his car.

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Isshin swung his legs out of the bed, a gun in his hand. "Touch me and I kill you…" he pointed the gun at the three men who were standing around him.

"Then come peacefully and we won't hurt your daughters…" One of the masked men spoke to him.

"M-my daughters…" it was in that moment that Isshin Kurosaki let his guard down and the other three jumped on him.

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"How is the plan going?" Gin asked as he dragged Karin into the room. He dropped her on a chair and walked over to Rangiku.

"Fine, the last one left is Yuzu Kurosaki, but she should be the easiest…" the blonde told him.

"That's good… and Kurosaki hasn't got a clue…" He grinned evilly.

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Yuzu hung up the phone with Karin's roommate and looked around. If people were kidnapping her family then that meant that they would come for her. She picked up the phone.

Ichigo answered sleepily. "Yuzu why are you calling me at this time?" He grumbled.

"Ichigo… someone's kidnapped Karin and DAD!" She shouted at him. "YOU DON'T KNOW?"

"What did you say?" Ichigo shot up in bed and Yuzu screamed. "YUZU!" He shouted into the phone but she had dropped her cell phone.

"What about Yuzu?" Rukia asked him, looking over.

"I'm leaving…" he swung his legs out of bed. Rukia hadn't seen him like this before.

"Ichigo!" She hooked her arms around his waist and held on tightly. "NO! They won't kill them… get your sleep… then deal with them…" Ichigo looked at her over his shoulder and her eyes pleaded with him.

"I have… to call…"

"NO! Don't wake them up right now…" she tugged on his waist. "You can save them in the morning… please… get your sleep…" he looked down at her… then slowly nodded.

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I BET YOU ALL DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING HUH? You were all going… NO NO NO NOT ICHIGO'S FAMILY! But you all forgot about his ACTUAL family… rejects… I think you should all be scolded…

Shalan

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