Midori: This is the last chapter! At last, now let's see if this dark story has a happy ending, shall we? The cosplay event was a success! I was very happy and glad that things went smoothly.

Okay, enough of this.

Disclaimer:I wouldn't put this here, if I was the owner… which I wished XD

*The ones that are in Bold and in Italics are some of the lyrics in the disturbing song, EMILY by Paraluman.

/Vindictive/

By: Mika DLC * Midori

As I picked up all the pieces the you've left behind
My heart bleeds your smile and my soul starts to die

Now I'm screaming and shouting I can't hear a thing
My eyes burn in blisters I can't feel the pain
And I don't know why I'm here, don't know why I'm here...

Rukia could not help but, react in such a shocking manner. Those three words made her feel haunted from head to toe, and made her shiver to her utmost core.

"U-u-ura-uraha-ha-hara…" She breathed with every fiber of her being on the edge of falling into hopelessness.

While the cunning shopkeeper was slowly fondling around her, and continuously whispering the words, "Rukia… Please let me…"

"How? Why did this all happen? What's truly going on?" Rukia thought, hoping to reach out from what was more understandable.

"Please, let me have YOU…"

Again, he inserted his fingers into her pure virginity. The crying shinigami could only yelp and shout for him to stop, Urahara purposely wanted to make her suffer more.

"I… I… I CAN'T - TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" Rukia gasped.

He was still uncontested and yearning for her submission. The rugged retailer relentlessly played his fingers through as Rukia's tiny form, as her lithe body was dominated by a much supreme one.

By his persistency, Rukia's fluid essence spurred out and in enjoyment, Urahara immediately licked the sticky substance off his fingertips. He then crouched down right in front of her and began to eat her untouched innocence. The purple-eyed princess was desperately struggling for help and salvation.

"Anyone…please… HELP ME!"

*SLAAAAAP*

"Ouch, What the HELL-? Oh, it's just a mosquito. Tsk, why is Rukia taking so damn long?" Ichigo said as he bounced on his messy bed, finally finished cleaning and fixing everything in the house.

"Maybe I should go there…that midget really likes me getting all worried, huh!" Ichigo murmured, while his eyes focused on playing Rukia's Chappy soul candy on both of his warm hands.

"Ichi-niisan! Are you there?"

"Huh? Yuzu…what is it?" Ichigo's eyes widened at his little sister's alarming voice.

"Could you… please help us… get Dad down from the acorn tree?" Yuzu smiled.

"WHAT? Why can't he just get down by himself! He's a grown man for Pete's sake!" Ichigo was pissed. Just another delaying tactic for him was the last thing on his mind.

"Well, he can't. He says he's afraid of heights…and so am I. Karin is still cleaning downstairs. Please, nii-saaaan…" Yuzu begged for her big brother to help her.

Ichigo eventually accepted it. After all, that's what big brothers do. They try their best in helping and protecting their little brothers and sisters. Though he was easily annoyed by the circumstances, he still got up from his stubbornness and supported in any way the orange-haired kid can.

"Damn it! As soon as this is over… wait for me, Rukia."

"…Help me…"

"Please….hear me…"

"…help me."

Yet, nobody can even hear nor feel this tarnished soul's sorrowful weeping.

"Sugi ne, Rukia-chan? …you were amazing! Who would've thought you'd be this flavorful?"

As he was getting up, he then took his beloved hat from the floor and patted off the dust.

Urahara miraculously stopped and started to be his laid-back and clumsy old self again.

"Well, it's getting late… maybe you should head home now. Kurosaki-kun is worried about you for sure. C'mon, I'll help you dress up." He chuckled while picking up Rukia to stand.

"Yare, yare… I think I got a little carried away. Looks like I accidentally tore up your clothes. Gomen, Kuchiki-san. Hehehe." Urahara said as he rummaged through Ururu's cabinet, hoping to find a replacement for what he destroyed.

The creepy thing is, he was smiling all the while. Seems that he enjoyed playing with the petite shinigami's feelings. What led him to do such a selfish and crazy thing? Was it because he was lonely? Living almost his whole entire life in a candy shop with two not-so normal kids and a huge kidou master, can get any man to feel alone and hungry for love.

Was it just that… or even more?

"Here, try this! It pretty looks like your old one, huh? As far as the damage that I did to your clothes, I'm gonna let you have it! I know Ururu won't mind." Urahara told Rukia as she stared at the man's outstretched hand, handing clothes to her.

Rukia's dress wasn't the only thing that was scorned. Her mind, her heart, her soul, her sanity…All have been broken, all have been shattered.

She was gorged in fear as well as devoured by endless silence; she was forever tattooed with the notions of what just happened. She was lost in her own thoughts as she swiped the clothes from his hands.

She struggled to put on the clothes; it was as if there were unbearable weights on her whole body. Nothing feels right anymore.

"Huh? Do you not like the dress, Kuchiki-san? Oh, I get it. Wait, I'll help you put them on."

Urahara then carefully covered the intense nudity of her authentic shrugged but, finally gave all of what she believed and held onto. Ironically, The merchant dressed her like a gullible and innocent child.

"There! You look as kawaii as ever, Kuchiki-san!" He said as if nothing ever happened between them.

Rukia walked slowly through the sliding door, her eyes dull and without vividness.

"I… I…" She said in her mind while trying her all not to cry once again.

"Hmmm. Looks like it stopped raining. Well, thank goodness for that!" The merry merchant peeked out the door, wearing a goofy smirk. He then came up to Rukia and held her shoulders from behind.

"Don't worry, Kuchiki-san. You can still come back here to fetch your gigai… tomorrow.

My shop is always open for my favorite customer."

Rukia didn't bother to turn to where the striped-storekeeper was. She just ambled away bit by bit…outside of the shop's territory, away from its owner who was drowned by merciless sexual desires.

"Arigatou, Kuchiki-san!" Urahara said, hiding his face in his green and white striped hat, "Ja 'mata!" He joyfully yelled while waving goodbye to the pretty little shinigami.

"I'll be waiting…" And a mysterious smile played on his poisonous lips.

THE END.

Note:

-As you guys have noticed, during "Urahara's" lustful state... he adressed Rukia as... Rukia/ Rukia-chan. But, in his normal and lovable state, he called Rukia...Kuchiki-san. :)

- I really don't know if I should write more but, I think it ended the way I wanted it to.

(HELL YEAH, with lots of questions, suspense and unresolved feelings!)

- Thank you, Bubbly-sempaifor editing my work! I appreciate it :)

-Thank you also to my lil bro, Noah, who suggested the song to me a while back :]

*That's the end of that... I shall focus more on Naruto fics now* ^_^