Chapter Seven
Previously-
WICKED! A KARAKURA PRODUCTION
CAST LIST
GALINDA – ORIHIME INOUE
ELPHABA – RUKIA KUCHIKI
NESSAROSE – TATSUKI ARISAWA
FIYERO – GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ
BOQ – KEIGO ASANO
MADAME MORRIBLE – RYO KUNIEDA
DOCTOR DILLAMOND – MIZUIRO KOJIMA
THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ – URYU ISHIDA
Grimmjow's house was huge. For Karakura Town, it was stately and grand, almost rivalling the Kuchiki home. Tall and white, it stood out. The vast spacious rooms were soon filled with excited students, eating, drinking or dancing.
But she still hadn't arrived yet.
Ichigo was already here, sat on one of the many white sofa's, talking to that Orihime girl. The one who was in the musical- the one Fiyero would have originally married. She was giggling and blushing all over him- a sickening sight if there ever was one.
Grimmjow sighed and took a swig of his drink. Ok, he knew Ichigo and Rukia had hit a bit of a rough patch, but he should not be behaving like this! As far as he knew, they hadn't broken up.
"I want you home by eleven. No alcohol, at all. Drugs are out the question. Don't do anything with the Kurosaki boy. No excuses."
"Yes brother".
The Kuchiki car had stopped just outside of the address Grimmjow had given her, but Rukia was still sadly having the big brother talk.
"Rukia, I'd just like to say I'm proud of you. You will make a remarkable Elphaba!" He reached across and took her hand. "Hisana would be proud".
Rukia smiled.
"Go on then. Enjoy the party. You look a million yen".
His heart lit up and gave a great leap when he opened the door and there she was.
She had tied her hair back, but her loose black bang still hung, stubborn as ever. A white peony was pinned to the side, just near her dainty ear. She didn't need make up- she was beautiful without it, anyone could see that. She wore a knee-length red mandarin dress, with plain white sandals on her feet.
"Hi," she said nervously.
"Hi! You look- well- wow!"
"Thanks," she said, a blush to rival her dress spreading across her cheeks. "Can I come in?"
He stepped aside to let her pass. Following the sound of music, they headed to the main room, wherein the doorway, two men stood in conversation, watching the ongoing parties.
They turned at the sight of the approaching figures. One man had silvery hair, with a wide beaming smile. The other was a brunette, with dark eyes to match.
"Ah, who do we have here?" the brunette asked.
"Dad, Uncle Gin, this is Rukia Kuchiki, a friend from my class. Rukia, this is-"
"Sosuke Aizen, Grimmjow's foster father. This is my associate and Grimmjow's uncle, Gin Ichimaru. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Kuchiki". Aizen held out a hand, and took Rukia's, kissing it lightly. Gin did the same.
"I hope you enjoy the party," Aizen smiled. "If you'll excuse us, we have business to attend to".
Grimmjow led her through to the living room, which in his absence had been filled with bright neon lights of different colours.
"Sorry about them," he apologized.
"It's ok. I didn't know you were fostered".
"Sort of adopted, it's kinda complex. I'll tell you some other time," he grinned. She grinned back.
What was a smile turned to a grimace as Rukia noticed a pair of students she knew quite well. They were dancing extremely close and she could hardly believe her eyes when she saw their lips meet and become locked in a kiss of passion.
Rukia turned tail, pushed past a protesting Grimmjow and ran from the house, tears falling hot and heavy.
He didn't get a chance to speak to her. She was gone. Gone like a cherry blossom in the fierce autumn wind.
Ichigo hadn't noticed- he was still busy canoodling with that, no better word for it, woman.
Grimmjow stormed over, grabbed a fistful of orange hair and yanked them apart roughly. Bringing him to face him directly, Grimmjow brought his fist back and smashed it straight into the strawberry's jaw, creating a great deal of screams from the girls and chants of "Fight! Fight!" from the boys.
Ichigo fell back onto the black carpet with a tremendous thud. Looking up blearily, he saw the blue haired figure lean in.
"Party's over. Get out!" the blue haired boy hissed through gritted teeth.
"What the hell do you mean?"
"You heard," Grimmjow spat.
"What are you on about?" Ichigo asked, pulling himself up, and reaching for Orihime's hand.
"You kissed that woman in plain view of Rukia. Didn't you stop to consider anything, you little fuck up?"
"R-Rukia?"
"Now you remember her!"
"Where is she?"
"She ran when she saw you stick your fucking tongue down her fucking throat! The party is over! Get the fuck out of this house! All of you! Now!"
Author's Note: Hi this is yet again another update. Hope you're enjoying it :) Reviews are welcome :)
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