Chapter 2: Hell No

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Ichigo tossed and turned in bed as his thoughts kept returning to a certain black haired shinigami whose shadow haunted his dreams, making him wonder when she would be back to visit or when he would be able to visit her again. At first he told himself that it was purely a friendship, keeping everything inside now that he didn't have a mother to protect his feelings from the evils of the world. That night he was having a naughty dream of her sitting on the desk next to his bed in a sexy playboy bunny costume that did something to accent the small breasts that were hidden under her shirt. Her legs were spread open to show him her wet core with a little tease as her eyes were hungry for him, the longing for him to touch her, to claim her body and make it his. As if on cue, Rukia appeared through a portal in his room and fell right onto his lap like some type of child, just like Nel Tu did whenever she saw him lying down, neglecting the fact that she was very sexually attractive.

"Hello Ichigo," said a cheerful Rukia as she smiled at him with a child like smile, but he was only just staring at her with shock and embarrassment. "What is it Ichigo? Is something wrong? You don't look too well."

"I'm s-so sor-sorry, Ru-Rukia," stuttered Ichigo as Rukia became aware of the enormous arousal that she was sitting on.

She quickly got off and waited for Ichigo to adjust himself before she turned around to look at him. She hadn't seen him for so long, but he hadn't change much, only difference was that he had a bit of a mustache and bit of hair under his chin, but mostly shrubs of hair. He was still as handsome as eer and he seemed to have developed a build while she was gone before looking deceivingly scrawny, but she hadn't had that much of a change herself, or at least that's what Ichigo thought. Her shinigami cloak hid the c-cups that she had been growing while he was away and she wasn't sure how he would like them since it seemed like a big change to her.

"So why are you here," asked Ichigo as he plopped down on his bed and patted the space right next to him as an invitation. "I thought that with the defeat of Aizen there would be no more reason for the soul society to even come here much less send a messenger here."

"There will always be soul reapers here and I'm here because you're going to be a full time shinigami," said Rukia as she gave him a smile, but was fully expecting him to refuse the offer.

"When do I go back then," asked Ichigo as he looked at her, a smile replacing the scowl he always wore.

"You mean you have no qualms with giving up everything in this life to come to the Soul Society," asked Rukia as she looked at him and then started poking him to make sure that he wasn't a mirage.

"Yes I'm fine giving up all of this to go to the Soul Society," said Ichigo as he sat back on his bed. "My soul reaper duties are conflicting with my duties as a student and I always knew that one day I would have to choose between one so I resolved that as soon as that happened I'd become a full time Shinigami."

"Well then congradulations, third seat Ichigo, you are now officially part of the new division being created," declared Rukia as she held her hand out towards the boy. "I'll be your vice captain and so that means that I will have no talking back at anytime, understand?"

"Wait you're my vice captain, then am I captain," asked Ichigo before Rukia slapped him so hard the head of soul was knocked out of his body for a brief moment.

"Don't be so cocky," scolded Rukia as she held him by one collar. "I said that you weren't allowed to back talk me anymore so you couldn't possibly be the captain and I already called you third seat. Weren't you listening?"

"To tell you the truth no," replied Ichigo as he looked at her and was then the victim of one of the greatest ass whippings of all time, leaving him beaten and bloodied. "Ow, hey wait a minute, if you're the vice-captain then whose the vice-captain?"

"He's close, closer than you think," said Rukia as she stopped talking to let the sound of someone playing Moonlight Sonata in the night.

"You don't mean that guy," asked Ichigo as he stared at her in horror. "That guy instructed the leader of the Kendo club and was probably one fo the most sadistic teachers that I ever met. He was so good with his sword, even thought he was using one arm to wield it."

"That's him," replied Rukia as she sighed and leaned against the wall. "But it's going to be tough to convince him to come back to us after what we did to him, including the exile."

"I'm sure he'd want to come back since it's his home after all," said Ichigo as he tilted his head up to look at him and found her face looking a bit more nervous than it was before Ichigo had said the comment. "What did you guys do to him, I mean he only has one arm?"

"The reason he has only one arm is because it was cut off by Yuruichi-sama," replied Rukia as she sat down right next to Ichigo. "As a cadet in the academy he was some sort of a genius, but when he became a captain he became a sadist as well as a genius, often using cruel training courses to whip his men into shape."

"How could you guys exile him for that when Mayuri had to have been worse and you only kicked him out when you got word of his defection to Aizen?"

"We didn't exile captain Saito haijime because he was cruel in his training. We actually praised him for that, even the ones who went through the training were singing his praises, but he always had one thing that made him stand out among the other captains, his sword's spirit."

"What about his sword's spirit," asked Ichigo as he sat up to look at her.

"His sword's spirit is a hollow," replied Rukia as she looked at him.

Sizuru ran from the invisible presence that was stalking her, she could feel it there, it's every foot step a tremor in the earth that only she could feel and she knew that for some unknown reason, the thing was after her. It was at that moment that she regretted wearing heels as they were about to give way at the pace she was running at and she knew that as soon as they broke and she stumbled forward that would be it, the monster would kill her without mercy in its heart. Running as fast as she could, she made her way to her apartment, the safe haven that was where the monster couldn't get her anymore, this was her place and when the monster would see that she wasn't afraid, it would leave. As she walked into the kitchen, she could smell this arid musk coming from all around her like an all out assault on her nose, but she waved it away as nothing more than the guy in the room above her having more than one can of beans for dinner and took out the tea kettle to make some tea that would calm her down. The tea kettle was a nice blue design with interesting characters of demons that were very artistic and at the same time disturbing of the actions that the depicted demons were doing, tearing people apart or caring on some other dark deed. It was the last thing her departed brother made before he was killed in a strange accident that police suspected it was foul play, but the wounds were made by something not seen before.

"If only he was here," she said aloud to herself as she looked out of the window in her kitchen.

With tea in hand, Sizuru went to call her best friend and lover who went to another school, Chiruzu to help calm her after facing death. Her left hand picked the phone off of its receiver while the other hand dialed Chiruzu's number, but Chizuru said hello, she never got an answer.

It was the first day of summer and already Ichigo had to get up early for his shinigami duties after spending the previous night explaining the situation to the family and having to see a crying Yuzu and Karin hugging onto him, begging him not to go. After promising to visit them when he left, Ichigo asked his father if he knew anything about Saito Haijime and was astonished at what he heard from his father. Rukia was wearing one of the little black dresses that Orihime had designed for her and she was sitting on Ichigo's shoulder like a child thanks to him losing a bet to her. They met up with Yuruichi who was wearing the same type of outfit she wore when they were in the Soul Society and she was accompanied by none other than Kukaku Shiba, the best fireworks expert in this life and the next.

"Why is she coming along," asked Ichigo as he pointed to her, which earned him a hard punch in the gut from Kukaku.

"Look here, the name is Kukaku Shiba, but you call Shib-sama, understand," commanded Kukaku with an evil look on her face. "Don't you ever try saying something like that again or I'll squish your nuts into guacamole."

"Yes Shiba-sama," said a terrified Ichigo as he bowed before her in apology.

"Now then I believe we should go see Saito-kun," said Kukaku as she walked towards the last house on Ichigo's block, the creepy abandoned house.