AN: Hey guys sorry it took so long for me to post this chapter, I've been extremely busy with school and crap. I'm in extracurriculars in in all Honors with a couple AP classes, so you can see my stress can be palpable. *flicks sweat* fuew! But here's the 11th chapter, it's a little short but I hope you guys like it because I still like developing this story.
In this chapter Ichigo is a little dubious and again, you meet more characters! The two idiots are still depressed though so most of the entertainment will come from the other characters.
I'm also trying to work on my comedy skills, I probably failed again, but hey my quips and humor are a little more subtle ;D
By the time the girls arrived at Rangiku's humble abode, as she liked to call it - even though it was anything but humble -, it was already half past 6. They left the beach at 3...
No it wasn't because Ran was more than a little cautious driver and wouldn't dare go past 10 mph, she was actually one of the most reckless drivers Rukia ever known. That's saying something since being in a car with either Grimm or Nel always had her hurling and praying - back to back -.
No, everyone was bracing themselves, had their seat belts on as tightly as possible and were making silent prayers to anyone who would answer, as Ran swerved through traffic unperplexed by her own madness as she applied lip gloss and looked in the rear view mirror.
With the way Rangiku drove, it would be plausible that they would at least make it in a quarter of the normal time it would take, but nope.
Rankigu had to insist that they did a bit of shopping after what she called, 'a stressful day in the sun.' Rukia rolled her eyes because Ran didn't even know half of it. Stressful flew out the window hours ago.
No one really complained because it was a past time they all enjoyed together, but Rukia didn't necessarily react like she normally would because of the resurfacing of her aching loins and bruised thighs. It didn't hurt as bad as last time, but it certainly wasn't ignorable.
The walking around experience definitely could have been left to another day, in Rukia's opinion.
As they finally left the shopping complex - some with cappuccinos in hand - Ran finally drove them off to her neighborhood of North side Karukara. It was a prosperous area which showed in the homes that resided there.
Tatsuki also lived in the area while Rukia and few of their other friends lived more to the Westside. Momo lived somewhat near Rukia because of her family serving the Kurosaki's for generations. Their loyalties reflected in their well off lifestyle compared to that of their social class. While Orihime lived in the Suburban area of Karakura with her brother, even though she usually stayed with Tatsuki because of its easier access to their school.
The sky casted an orange ombre color as the grey clouds seemed to finally part and the humidity of the night finally took over. The wind glossed through all the girls' hair as they fought varyingly to keep it in place. Rukia smartly by putting it into a low bun, Ran just let it flow freely with a crazy yell, her arms extended to the sky as Rukia dove to save the car from crashing. Tatsuki held her hair in a tight fist, probably thinking of cutting it again or cutting Rangiku's throat for having the top down and driving too fast, not to mention she was in the direct direction the woman's hair was blowing. While Orihime braided hers and offered to help Tatsuki. Momo didn't have to worry because she kept her hair in her normal bun throughout the day, and smiled with a hum proudly.
It incidentally turned out to be a beautiful night, but those thoughts didn't linger on Rukia's mind at all. She continued to brood over her brother with flashes of worry and guilt. She questioned whether she should text him again since he didn't reply back or incessantly call like he usually would. Every 5 minutes she would pick up her phone to check, seeing there was yet to be a response. She would also open a new message but quickly closed it out, trying her best to stick to her resolve.
She knew full well she was acting like a cold-hearted bitch and her move was pretty low even by her standards, but the Kurosaki's were known to be stubborn people. Rukia sighed. Even though it seems like she doesn't sympathize with her brother's feelings, this decision will be for the best, and save more than just his feelings in the end. He will move on because she's the one with the complex, not him.
'I hope...'
As they pulled into Ran's arch like driveway to her 3 story mansion haphazardly, the girls sighed with relief and got out of the car with no remorse for their implied offence. Rangiku just shrugged anyway and got out leisurely, beaming at her home with wide arms.
Her house was white and western, there were columns on each side of the doorway with beautiful flowers littering the small part of freshly cut grass. The driveway that they parked was loitered with enough cars to make your own retail. A retail only people willing to pay at least 24 million yen would go to.
"I've missed you!" Rangiku cried as she jumped excitedly, looking lovingly towards the house.
Her friends just stared at her, only slightly bewildered. At this point in their friendship they've seen things like this happen more than once.
"C'mon guys, I want that udon!" Tasuki's stomach growled along with her voice and focused a threatening glare onto her boisterous host. "Ran get your ass in gear and open the door!"
"Alright, alright. Get your panties out of a bunch Suki-chan-"
"Don't call me that!"
"-we'll get inside." Ran carried on as if she didn't hear the irritated girl. She turned her back to the woman letting her strawberry blonde hair sway along with her movements, and waved her hand as if batting a fly. "Franswa!" This obviously only made Tatsuki even more irritated.
"Ran why do you still call Kishiro-san, Franswa." Rukia questioned halfheartedly, not expecting an answer. She was tired and ready to go inside too, but knew unlike Tatsuki that there was no stopping the force that was Rangiku, you just ride the wave of her tsunami and pray she doesn't drown you.
Rukia didn't really need an answer, she knew it was because Ran watched too many foreign movies and tended to pick up their lingo, but her thoughts were spoken out loud into a rhetorical question anyway.
Before Rangiku could answer her, she was interrupted.
"Yes, Rangiku-san!?" As if out of no where, Fran-Kishiro-san glided elegantly in front of the group and bowed with a gracious smile on his face. He was in his late 40's with salt and pepper hair, tanned skin, and had a fit stature even with his age. He was characteristically handsome and seemed to never lose energy even as the main butler of the lively household.
Fran-ahem Kishiro-san took Ran's keys and smiled welcomingly to her friends. "Why isn't it nice to see you young ladies again, it's been too long." Kishiro opened his eyes a sliver to peer at them with mock perversion, "You ladies do know how much I love your young company! Oh! What I'd do If I were young again! Too bad my wife is so mean and won't let me have any fun." He looked to the side with a sigh and a dejected countenance.
"Yeah and you better keep it that way unless you want me to tell her about your little perverted acts, and she help me when beating your ass again you old buffoon!" Tatsuki yelled, bristling with heated rage and shaking her fists threateningly.
Kishiro's eyebrows twitched at the mention of his wife and, a beating... but quickly got out of his trepidation to guffaw loudly, any fear completely left from his face. "Oh Tastsuki-chan, you know I only jest! I've learned my lesson, I only mean to compliment your otherworldly beauty." His once cheerful face distorted into one of complete sadness. Tears seemed to develop instantly on the ends of his eyes and his bottom lip puckered.
Tasuki moved to hit him as Rukia sweat dropped and Orihime started patting the old man on the back as he rubbed his head lecherously in her boobs, eliciting another growl from the almost flaming woman in front of him. The sight almost seemed to come out one of those animes her brother used to force her to watch as a child.
Her brother...
Her smile from the memory vanished instantly and changed to hide her emotions of worry that was sure to line her face.
"Let's go ladies~!" Ran cheered.
As this was all going on Ran was at the threshold of her house, ignoring the hardly new spectacle.
Rukia sighed deeply, stilling the flooding thoughts of her brother, and bowed to Kishiro with respect, he smiled gently in return before going back to dodging Tatsuki and using Orihime's body as a shield.
Rukia and Momo walked up the intricate stone steps to meet up with Ran who was already walking inside, doing her normal shows of 'I'm back!' and 'Did anyone miss me!' Which were normally followed by an equally as peppy, 'Of course Rangiku-sama!'
Rukia sighed for the umpteenth time that night, 'This is going to be a long party.' Momo gave her a look of sympathy as if she understood what she was thinking. They smiled at each other as Momo took Rukia's hands in her own comfortingly. The girls laughed and continued on to follow Ran, ignoring the sounds of bones cracking and shrill yells behind them. A worried sounding Orihime calling out the abusers name told them all they needed to know.
Ichigo slid on of his car stoically, not turning to look at it as he locked it behind him and walked confidently through the door of the infamous store. All could be heard was the slight ding and the low hum of the overhead music.
The store was lit up dimly to fit the ambiance for its items and fiendish customers.
"How can I help you?" An attractive brunette woman with sleek glasses and cat eyes wondered impishly. Her lips lifted mischievously as she peered at Ichigo over her most likely smut magazine - if the bold letters BL had anything to hint at it - with unbidden lust.
From what he could see over the counter, she was wearing a leather black halter top with multicolored gages in her ears and tattoos littering her uncovered body parts. He raised an eyebrow at a particularly puzzling one with a design similar to a black sun and a ghoulish looking wolf howling at it. He liked the symbolization of the sun.
The woman traced were his raised eyebrows focused and chuckled darkly, speaking in a dark tone, "Weird huh? I don't really know what's going on in it neither but I'm guessing it's an eclipse so the wolf mistook it for the moon. That or the evil son of bitch made it so the sun wouldn't shine anymore like in the superstitions." Ichigo blinked recalling said superstition of a lone wolf with two personalities, a good and a bad, lost control of its good as it consumed him with the help of a witch. It is said that as the bad side of the wolf takes on more control by doing horrible deeds, a solar eclipse happens. Once the good personality is completely overrun, the sun will forever be black and never shine again. "It was cool so I didn't really give a damn that I didn't understand it." The woman winked then put down her magazine and leaned on her wrist to give Ichigo her full attention.
"So really... what's a handsome devil like you doing in here? I'm sure you don't need a place like this." Her grin spread and she tilted her head a little. "Unless you're into some kinky stuff?" She licked her red-painted lips sensually, enhancing her piercing on top of her lip and showing the one on her tongue.
Ichigo breathed out a short laugh for her brazen behavior. "Even if I tell you I'm not, you won't believe me once you see what I'm going to buy."
"Ooooh." She sat up excitedly and wiggled a bit. "Let me help. Is this for your girlfriend?" She questioned as she rounded the cash register and started down the aisle to the women's section without even waiting for an answer.
"Hmm, it's a little more complicated than that." Ichigo followed behind her casually, already getting bored with the conversation since the topic brought up flurries of anger and sadness in his heart.
The woman sauntered on glancing quickly behind her at him, and continued on till she found what she was looking for. "I'm sure you don't want any phallic accessories or dildos right?" Ichigo's mouth twitched as she openly gazed down at his pants without even trying to hide it. She looked up into his eyes and snickered as she continued on down the aisle, "My name's Fumiko by the way. You have any idea's of what you want?"
"Yeah, I want movies, and underwear, and anything you got that has punishment quality. Nothing S&M though." Ichigo sighed as she stopped suddenly again. She turned to him with a quirked brow matching his own and smiled devilishly, I got just what you want."
By the end of his shopping, Fumiko left him with the underwear he wanted, surprisingly matching a pair of Rukia's own, don't ask how he knew that, a good array of movies going from soft to hardcore, which he knew would scare the wits off of his little sister, and some oils and lotions for stimulation. Nothing too harsh to start off. All that was left were the aphrodisiacs which he knew exactly were to get them from. Not the counterfeit stuff from the store, but something a bit more, pure.
Ichigo left the store to notice the weather changed again to a more humid but enjoyable weather, along with a number that the non too shy cashier dipped into his pocket. He couldn't help chuckling at her antics and scratching his head as he disposed of it. Even though she was some character, and he knew he would've enjoyed sexing her up to some extent in the past, he couldn't find attraction to her. Though he appreciated her company to lighten his mood a bit, and she even helped him.
He really never felt attraction towards the women he went out with and dated, they were all just people to let out pent-up frustrations with from his sister. Don't get him wrong, they threw themselves at him not the other way around, and he told them from the get-go that the relationship was just going to be physical.
Every time he did it, he felt immense guilt and disgust but he could never stop once he started. It was only a couple of years ago that it got harder and harder to get it up, even though the pent-up sexual frustrations he felt were going to make him explode.
Not that it was new but during the intercourse he would think of Rukia to help him stay hard. Then the dangers in that started to make him even more fearful, when, on a faithful night he called out to her in the throws of a climax.
The woman who gave fellatio to him was decently good and his libido was a little higher, making him a little more desperate, as his fantasies went on full drive. From his outcry, a muffled 'what?' sounded.
Luckily, the woman didn't know who his sister was, and was only outraged that he spoke another girls name.
Ichigo harshly rubbed his head in the driver's seat of his car trying to trim his irritation as he battled with himself.
'Why can't we be together?'
"Why do I want her so badly?"
'Why does she make me so crazy?'
"Why can't I just forget about this like she wants?"
'Why do I need her around me, why do I need to feel her touch and see her smile?'
"Why couldn't we have not been siblings?!"
'Why can't I stop loving her even though we are!?'
"FUCK!" Ichigo punched his steering wheel emitting the honk of his horn as he turned in his seat to locate his phone sitting in the passenger. He picked it up ungracefully, nearly throwing it into the windshield with the force of his swipe and opened up a new message.
To Rukia
Let this be your warning that I'm not giving up. Far from it. I won't stop until I have you mind, body, and soul. But then again why deny something I already have, all I'm waiting for is for you to acknowledge it. ;)
Ichigo sent the text mainly only to resolve his determination, doubt was long forgotten. He tried letting her go and forgetting his feelings, 13 years of examples of that. And those were just the years he wanted to posses her. Yeah the early years were innocently just like wanting to posses your favorite puppy or toy, but those feelings grew and matured explicitly with age and puberty. Fuckin puberty.
Before what happened in the locker room he would easily go back to the days of his innocence if only for her, but he couldn't. Not anymore. The love that he's discovered filled him with life and unthinkable happiness, even if it can also emit deep sadness. The sadness wasn't something he newly experienced, ever since his mother died that feeling became a constant. Only with Rukia as his ray of light did his normally somber attitude become auspicious.
Ichigo started up the car, revving the engine. A slight but sad smirk landed on his face as he again thought of the locker room. When they made love. When their souls touched. If only for a moment. The thought of never feeling that happiness again could make him cry. Instead he coughed and shook the thoughts out of his head when he almost ran over a cyclist. He ignored the angered man who cursed him hotly as he tried to get back on his bike only to almost get hit again by someone else.
Ring, Ring!
'Rukia?!'
AN: So there goes that chapter. Next chapter we hopefully get some Ichiruki moments eh? And Ichigo's plans may go into action huh?
So as for my other story Virgin Diaries, a lot of people have asked me to continue that which I didn't because I didn't have any ideas. I have some good ones now thanks to Sarisama (her name on Tumblr) but I am open to more ideas from you guys. Believe me when I say I'm not very creative -.- so the more help the better the story hehe ^-^'
With that, I should be able to start on it again on my next break in November and get it rolling again along with this.
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