I am Your Slave Wife

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CHAPTER 3: I AM YOUR SLAVE WIFE

Ichigo was woken up by the morning sunlight that peeks inside his room. He lazily groaned and stretches his stiff muscles. Moving up from bed he made his way to the bathroom, striping out his clothes leaving only his boxers. He washes his face and stares at his scowling reflection in the mirror. What happened to them last night evoke in his mind. Her pale skin, thin face, her eyes, her shaking form and her tears, it played like a movie in his mind. A routine he unconsciously does without him realizing, and without him knowing the reasons. He run a hand through his hair frustrated that he keeps on thinking of her.

"I am playing my part for Orihime. You are the last person we don't want to forgive Kuchiki." He held to himself and head for the shower.

Ready for work, he walks his way to the corridors of his mansion. Ichigo set eyes on the curtains neatly tucked on both sides of the window. The huge glass windows seems to glow because of the sunlight that pass through it creating a dreamy atmosphere but Ichigo is rather distraught. He didn't like too much light entering his mansion. His light has been gone a long time ago, leaving hatred and emptiness inside him. He continue his way to the living room and was about to turn his heel to the stairs when he heard laughter outside. He walks to the window and perceive the blossoming garden of his mansion personally taken care by Kuchiki Rukia.

"I didn't notice that there is such a pleasing sight like this in my mansions premises." He thought, leaning on the window. His eyes wander on the blossoming garden. The flowers especially the Cherry Blossoms are in there full bloom. They seem to greet the morning with their vivid colors. Ichigo's eyes made a stop on a certain raven-haired girl who keeps on twirling under a cherry blossom. Her arms were spread wide, as the early wind kiss her face. Her yellow sun dress follows every move she makes. She looks so carefree, not a single tear stained her face only a gentle and contented smile lingers in.

Ichigo cross his arm on his chest as he lean his head on the window. An empty expression was on his handsome face but his eyes can hardly conceal the sadness. He remembers the time when they didn't care what the world would say and give. They were as free as the bird. Rukia was with him in every mistakes and victories he accomplished in life, through ups and down. They hold onto each other with iron grip. She was with him in pursuing his love for a promising star, actress, idol Inoue Orihime. Rukia was his strength and support to win the heart of the popular girl. She was the boost in his introverted self. At that time she was his best friend, she was with him so as with Orihime.

"Orihime…" He gently utter as his eyes darkens. He clenches his fist and his jaw tightens. Every thought of a carefree Rukia vanished in his mind and was replaced by hatred.

"No one will be deceived again by the likes of you Kuchiki. Not me, not my family." He firmly said and walks away.

Rukia felt so good. She was in paradise. All the hard work she put to make this garden a heaven for flowers was worth it. She loves the cherry blossoms that look like fluffy, pink cotton candies. The flowers seem to greet her good morning in their full bloom. Their colors brighten more the morning sunlight and their scents are like perfume in the air.

"I'll take you inside so that Kurosaki-dono will see how wonderful you are. I hope it will lighten his mood even just a bit." She said to the flowers as she carefully cut them. The maids are happily chatting, saying words of praises as they help her pick up the flowers.

"My Lady, these white orchids will look good on the table today as you and the Master have your breakfast." Momo said. Even though they both know that Ichigo often ignore breakfast in the mansion.

"I agree, Momo-san." Rukia commented with a genuine smile as she eyed the Irises. "I hope Kurosaki-dono will like this for his office table." Momo can't help but admire their mistress. She was so selfless. She thinks more for others especially their Master than to herself. She can endure everything for him but how come he can't see such a wonderful woman in front of him? He was everything to her. They can see it clearly in her beautiful eyes that reflect so many emotions.

"Rukia-sama, the Master was now ready for work My Lady." Shuuhei informed cutting Momo from her thoughts. Rukia panicked, she immediately asked the people around her to help her take the flowers inside. They can't help but smile, such a pure soul. When it comes to their Master she'll do what it takes to make him happy and all they can do was pray that he'll see it sooner or it'll be too late.

Rukia hurriedly run inside cuddling a bunch of Irises from the garden. She saw Ichigo half way the stairs. A smile unconsciously immerges from her face, setting aside every pain he had given to her.

"Kurosaki-dono I brought fresh flowers for you from our garden." She said beaming at him as she waits at the end of the staircase. "Breakfast is ready Kurosaki-dono let's eat together. I asked them to prepare your favorite breakfast fried ri-

"Shut up" He coldly said as he pass her by. Rukia's hold on the flowers tightened as her heart also suffers the will not to shatter. She swallowed her pride and follows him.

"But, but Kurosaki-dono, you can't always go to work with an empty stomach. At least eat a little. I'll wrap these flowers for you so that you can put it on your office table." She said trying her best to convince him. Ichigo turn to her with the same empty expression but fury was in his eyes.

"Since when did I give you the rights to tell me what to do?" He emotionlessly said. Rukia was wordless, she felt like someone just slap her. "Now stay out of my sight unlike you I have many works to do than sit here comfortably all day playing house, dreaming to be a good housewife. Dream all you want Kuchiki you'll still wake up with nothing." He said turning his back to Rukia and walk away. He asked Shuuhei for his car keys. Shuuhei clench his jaws to stop his emotions and just follow their Master. The maids helplessly look away to keep themselves from shedding tears. Momo was not able to hold hers she was now crying on Rangikus bosom as the sexy chef pat her head.

Rukia didn't want everything to always end like this. Ichigo walking away from her. She wanted to at least say something. Instead of her crying and also turning her back on him. She wanted change. Yes, she may cry but her heart will always desire something that he'll remember without her shedding tears.

"I-i-tte ra-shai Ku-kurosaki-dono. Ta-ke care on yo-your way to work." Nervousness sounds clearly in her voice. Her body trembled when she felt him stop walking. She stand there head bow down and frozen afraid that if she'll attempt to walk her legs will give up. "I'll wait for your return Kurosaki-dono, forever." She said. The maids gasp in surprise. Did she just say that?

"Wait all you want, what we have is already buried deep in the past." The coldness of his voice makes them all shivered. Ichigo continue his way to work. When his car roared off Rukia collapsed on the floor, crying but a faint smile was on her face.

"My Lady, are you alright?" Shuuhei asked as they gathered around her. Rukia buried her face on the Irises she was clutching.

"Irises means is to believe. I still believe that love recovers from mistakes."She said. How much can this woman give? They all thought. Even if their Master said that there is nothing to wait. The will alone to say wait for him forever make her feel better, better that she was able to voice out her feelings even by just saying goodbye. It may lead to misunderstanding or further heartaches. They all thought that she was willing to take the risks.

….

Ichigo walk his way to his office with a deep, scary scowl on his face. He was feeling sick, sick of what just happened in his house. He tugs his necktie, feeling its rough fabric glaze the wound in his hand.

"Oh, great I forgot about this." He thought staring at the wound cause by the broken pieces of wine glass that shattered in his hand last night.

"This place is better without your scowl Kurosaki." Ishida commented, leaning on the wall right next to Ichigo's office door.

"Shut up Ishida. I'm not in the mood to listen to your twisted logics and sermons and besides I own this place." He said taking his key out of his pocket and opens the door. They both went inside Ichigo's office. Ishida adjusted his glasses that were eyeing Ichigo's injured hand.

"What happened to your hand? Don't tell me you've gone too far hurting your wife Kurosaki? You've gone that low?" Ishida assumed seriousness fixed in his handsome face. Ichigo shifted his eyes on Ishida with fury.

"Don't characterize her as my wife Ishida! That woman is a disgrace!" He shouted. Ishida was not intimated he glares back at Ichigo. He knows everything that happened between Ichigo and Rukia's family. He knows every suffering he had cause to a wonderful wife like Rukia just to avenge a woman who can't even fight for her own love.

"Yeah, I shouldn't characterize you as her husband. You don't deserve her." He coldly states. Ichigo's eyes slightly widens but was quickly replaced by revulsion. "Stop blaming her for all your weaknesses in the past Kurosaki!" Ishida was also having difficulties in controlling his emotions. Rukia was a good friend so as Orihime but because of this guy before him, their friendship was now just a part of the past they don't want to remember.

"What weaknesses are you talking about? I was young and her fucking brother and my useless old man has all the power and riches the world can offer. They can control anybody using their money and they make my girlfriend leave me!"" Ichigo clench his hand tightly that the wounds started bleeding again.

"You are not able to protect her or let's just say "your lack of will to protect her." Ishida's words always have hidden meanings behind them. He was very smart, rather than talking he prefers observing the people around him. He'll never give up opening his friends' eyes to the truth. On the other hand Ichigo was alarmed by his words.

"How dare you say that? You don't know a single shit a-

"Love conquers all they say Kurosaki. Maybe, just maybe "you don't love her enough to conquer everything." Ishida coldly said as he turns his back on Ichigo and started walking away before he can say more that will surely make Ichigo hate him. He was supposed to visit him and just hang out like the old days but those old days are gone. Ichigo was blinded by his hatred. He just hopes that he wouldn't regret everything in the end.

Ichigo was left standing alone in his office. His mind was wandering. He didn't know what he was feeling. The only certain thing he wanted to do was to punch or throw something so badly.

"You've taken even my friends on your side Kuchiki. How much do you want to take away from me?" He sourly asked. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't hear someone came inside his office.

"Am, Sir… I-I was asked to-to bring this-this paper-paper to be si-

"Get the fuck out of here!" He yells making the terrified guy run for his life. In gritted teeth Ichigo swears that if one day he falls down. He'll not be alone; he'll definitely take Rukia Kuchiki down with him till their last breath.

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Afternoon came in the Kuchiki Mansion. Rukia walked to the mansions terrace beholding the vast wealth of one of Japans Most Elite Family. Many people thought she was very lucky to have such possession in life but they didn't know that worldly material alone won't satisfy a heart.

"I wonder what is lacking to this heart of mine. Can't you really find a place for forgiveness in your heart Kurosaki-dono? Will you ever find your way back to me Ichigo?" Rukia sadly asked to herself.

"What are you thinking my Lady?" Hanatarou meekly asked. A blush was visible in his face. Rukia gently smile, her gaze not leaving the beautiful and uplifting view of their garden as the wind gently kiss her face.

"I was thinking of my younger days when I was left in the Kuchiki mansion alone. In those days I was eager for someone to ask me elsewhere, away from home. Then I met… Ichigo." The name felt so soothing yet foreign in her tongue as she says it.

"I was very grateful and happy. Under many circumstances, I help him most of the time but he teaches me more of how to live a life. To tell you Hanatarou-san, I had never loved someone, even myself more than I love Ichigo. That's why even if the feelings of loneliness in the past are coming back to me right now. I still hope that I can meet Ichigo again. The Ichigo I had known before." Hanatarou stared at his mistress. He wanted to ask something, he wanted to know everything especially why their master has been so cruel to a very nice person like their mistress.

"Rukia-sama, I really don't understand why he was being so cruel to you." Hanatarou realizing his insolence starts to fidget. Ahhh... it's not that I wanted to be nosy. It's really ok if you don't want to tell me My Lady. It's not that I-I ha-ve the… the right to… to-

"It's because I had taken his heart from him." She straightly said. Hanatarou's eyes widen in disbelief. "Well, that's what he believes. If only Ichigo realize that he was too precious to me that with just one wish from him. I'll run to the ends of the world to make it come true. I will never do anything to hurt him but I am starting to doubt myself. In my view I was fooling myself because the Ichigo I can see right now was full of hatred and grief cause by me. I'm starting to feel like I already lose him for good." Hanatarou can see the deep sadness that mirrored in his mistress eyes. He was lost of words, he wanted to comfort her but he didn't know how.

"I will always pray to see you truly smile again someday, My Lady." He said as he also gazes at the beautiful sight before them. Rukia stun from his words shifted her eyes to Hanatarou that was now looking at the garden. She can't help but sincerely smile. She was lucky to still have compassionate people around her despite all the heartaches.

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Dinner has passed by he was still there working. He doesn't know what he'll do next in his life. Night will soon come and office workers started walking out of work to their families. Family, it sounds so unrealistic for him. The last streak of sunset light sneak inside between the heavy curtains of Ichigo's office, captivating his interest. He turns his chair to the window, gently touching the curtains with his fingertips. Opening it, he discovers the wonderful view of the city. The orange sunlight mirrored his amber eyes, looking like it was burning with intense turmoil. A sad smile emerges on his face. He looks back at his office room. The silence was deafening. He stands up from his chair and lean over the side of the glass walls of his office. A moment he watches the peaceful city lights itself for the night.

"Hate her Ichigo! Hate that woman! She'll be the reason why we won't be together." Orihimes' voice from the past sound in his mind. He can still remember how confuse he was by her words. He tried to ask her why but she walks away and that's the last time he had seen her. The next morning he wakes up, he was already engage to Rukia Kuchiki. Ichigo bitterly chuckled. He felt like they all join together to mock him, to make him look like a fool. He keeps on asking Rukia, what's going on? How did we end up like this but she wasn't telling him anything. She keeps on saying that she didn't know a thing then he heard her talking to Renji that he likes him and she was happy they were engaged. He walks away with hatred in his heart without even hearing the rest of her story.

"If I suffer like this Kuchiki because of the past then I'll make sure you suffer worst than I do." He said full of anguish as he turn the lights off inside his office. Walking his way to the darkness with his heart engulf by hatred.

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