A/N To all of my fantastic reviewers: Rukia, piginthesky, anonon, gregory, SwRtB, Tsukiyomi Lein, kashif, sphinx, Lina-Tais, and Emily, you all are what makes these chapters come out. And of course, my thanks goes out to all who read too, Enjoy!

The castle cast a shadow so thick, she couldn't see the two pairs of eyes glittering at her.

It was a supprizingly swift journey, for being such a vast, complicatingly close-knit land. The little bugger on her shoulder that served as her guide served his purpose well, albeit not completly business-oriented. Plenty of countless times she had to flung him of her shoulder, for staring down her shirt or making snide coments.

One time her foot stomped his skull so deep into the earth, he was coughing up dust for hours.

The people were kind enough, but they gawked and talked little to her. She wondered if she smelled bad or something, Grimmjow had said that she smelled like an outsiders,
was it so putent that children squirmed out of her path at the mere sight of her?

She didn't bite...hard.

Though she was hesitant when she did reach the tall, wrougt-iron fence. It was all so unwelcoming, but surley it was only this way to ward off enemies?

She was glad for the stuffed toy on her hip. (He didn't get to go up on her shoulder anymore.)

Thinking of, the tiny lion hadn't spoken since the gates came into view, in fact, she thought he was trembling.

That couldn't be good.

"What's wrong, Kon?" she asked, not letting her paranoia seep into her tone. For all she knew he could have been scared of a passing cat or something equally dumb.

The lion didn't respond right away, and her gaze came to the darkness to her left, where she thought see saw something stir.

Recoiling, she asked again, her reslove slightly shaking.

"Kon?"

"T-t-the t-t-tw-in-ss-ss..." he stuttered, barley audible to her ears. The twins?

She soon saw what the toy meant, as two twin shadows emerged from the darkness, in perfect sync and harmony. For some unknown, unwanted reason, this mass shiver rippled all along down the length of her spine. Her knees buckled at the sudden attack, and she gripped at the iron bars in front of her for support.

Their faces grew clear in the pale light, perfect in symetry yet opposite in coloring. On the right, one of the men stood with hair blazing as bright as the sun at dawn,
practicly blinding her as the orange contrasted to the black of the castle stones. His skin was a honey golden tone, as if he spent hours in the sun though it was only early spring. His eyes glimmered an intense amber as his full mouth scowled at her, and his hands were stuck into his pockets.

The other beside him was a paler, intriging one.

His skin was as white and unearthly as light you would see at the peak of death, as white as the corpse itself. Hair being the same unnatural shade, He looked as if someone had poured a bottle of bleach over his person, draining him of color. The only thing that stood out from his wintery visage was his eyes, a burning gold.

His grin was even wider than the rabbit man's.

Dispite the differences in color, (Or lack of, for the one on the left), in all honesty they were entirly identical, from proportion to height, to they very way their eyes narrowed when they made out her trembling form; the scowl furrowing and menancing grin strething further.

Tearing her doe-like eyes from their taliating gazes, she looked south to their tall lean bodies and gulped. Their attire was one of a soldiers. Or a gate keepers, as it looked it this case. Only when she eyed the body-lenghthed swords strapped to their backs did she take a wide step backward, a shuddering stuffed animal terrified on her hip.

Both sets of eyes locked to her at the same percice second at her motion, and she froze, rooted to the earth.

"Brother," the white one stated, tone play-mocking, "I think we found an intruder." He leaned in to inspect her, golden gaze thoughtful.

The ginger one didn't reply, just kept staring at her with his level gaze.

Her instincs were screaming at her to flee, she could could see the danger wafting off them in waves.

Some demon force held her there, though. It was a pointless fight.

Reminded herself that she was in a dream, she raised her chin defiantly. These men were no more dangerous then the ones she encounterd before, so there was no reason to be afraid. They could do nothing to her.

Besides, maybe they only look tough on the outside.

Alas, the white one's smile of malice told her otherwise.

Taking a small step twords the two she asked neutraly, as if fearlessness would egg them on. Ripping off the creature gripping her thigh in a grip tight as iron, she ignored his sobbing pleas and held him out for their inspection.

"I was sent by a man called Grimmjow Jeagerjacks to see the king for a favor. This gaurd served as my-"

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME," the sobbing thing shrieked, springing out of Rukia's grip and bowing low on the cobblestones, breaking Rukia's talk. "I AM BUT A YOUNG SOUL!"

In one fluid motion, Rukia flung him twenty yards south, where he promptly stood and screamed,

"I'LL COME BACK TO SAVE YOU RUUUUUUUUUUUUUKIAAA!" and with that the beast ran away, leaving all three with their eyes rolling.

"As I was saying- Hey!"

In a flash both had pinned her to the cold of the gates, each of their hands pinned to either side of her. Their narrow hips dug into her lower stomach, heads bent low to reach her lower frame.

The heat of them was unbearable.

"That pussy Grimmjow sent you?" The orange haired one sneered, scowl turning up in a curling smirk.

"We don't like him much..." His twin continued, his white hand cupping her hip.

"Let me go!" She squealed, trying to shove them off her, to no avail.

They ignored her and tsked, as if she had asked something preprosperous.

"And let you go without intruducing ourselfs? Or playing with you to piss of our dear Grimmy?"

"You idiots!" she cried. They felt too real, from the presure of their touches and the heat from their bodies. How could this be a dream?

At the same time they blinked and shared an amused look, amazment shining benieth it in flecks.

No one had ever insulted them before so casualy, at least no one who lived to see the day. They looked more closly at the girl, both thinking the same thing in their opposite yet alike minds:

She'll be a fun one to play with.

"Who are you guys aways?" she said meant as a distraction. She squirmed under their proximity and they snapped out of their reverie.

"Ichigo Kurosaki-" the ginger haired one said, smirk in place.

"And Hichigo Shirosaki." The white one stated, grin still stretched wide.

Both versed, the gruff and the cocky "And you're ours now."

Two wet tounges dove for both sides of her exposed neck, licking in one flat, arousing sweep. Rukia gasped at the sudden attack, heat flooding her lower abdomen in that one action. They licked and kissed and bit, making shivers erupt the length of her spine. Her knees went weak and buckled undernieth her, a slow moan passed her lips.

They growled in approval to the sound, pressing their hard arousal tight against her.

Four hands and two tounges roamed her skin, from the white of her collorbone to the creamy softness of her thighs to her flat tummy.

"Please..." she begged, Ichigo just taking a pert nipple into his mouth.

"Say it," they growled.

She moaned again, arching her back as she felt Hichigo finger her sex through her soakened panties.

"I-"

BANG!

A bullet shot burst in Rukia's ears, it hit square on the iron ears beside her bounced of her. She sprang away from the twins and all three swivled their heads to the man who gave the shot, steel-gray eyes narrowed and pistol still smoking.

And he was looking strait at her.

A/N argg this chapter took me forever to write, sorry

And yes, I am terribly sorry that this stranger cockblocked our dear twins, however the lemons won't fully come out until Rukia meets all of her love intrests, I'm just telling you right now.

But I hope you liked the smut, it'll get better once she meets everyone ;)

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