I am Your Slave Wife

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CHAPTER 6: I AM YOUR SLAVE WIFE

Rukia arms gone lifeless on Kaien's hands. She was petrified. She didn't expect his presence; she did not expect that they would meet in such situation. Kaien watched as the man with orange hair, forcefully grab Rukia's wrist. He didn't like what he was doing to her, not even in his dreams he vision his self doing that to his wife nor other women. And before Ichigo can pull her Kaien hold her other hand. Rukia felt like everything was in slow motion.

"Look man, I don't know what got into you but that's not the proper way of treating her." He seriously said. Rukia was horrified, he didn't want to involve Kaien in their own problem what's worse is that things might get physical knowing Ichigo's current state of mind.

"Kai-

"I can make you disappear in Japan with just one snap of my fingers. If I were you, let go of her hand and fuck off before I wipe you out like trash." Ichigo growl, he look at Kaien with intense anger and authority. He was in a very foul mood. Rukia look at Kaien's eyes and silently apologized to him. She wanted to settle things calmly so she yanked her hand off Kaien's grip. Kaien was about to protest but she was already drag away from him. He stares at their retreating figure with disbelief and shock.

"What the hell is going on with those two?" He inadvertently said. Miyako saw her husband looking dumbly at the 2nd exit of the park, facing the street where the Kuchisaki Corp. parking lot is located. She curtly shook her head and whispers to her son to surprise his daddy. Kaname their 5 year old son giggles and prepare himself to jump on his daddy's legs.

"Bwaah, daddy!" He shouted, clinging on his father's leg. Kaien was a bit surprise but his frown was immediately replaced by a grin after seeing his son.

"What a huge grasshopper!" He played and laughed along with his son. He then lifts his child up in the air. The young boy squeals in delight.

"Where's the porcelain doll girl you are talking about?" Miyako said as she makes her presence known to her father and son. Kaien lower Kaname to his chest and seriously look at his wife. Miyako saw the troubled look in her husband's mien.

"She was taken by an enraged orange haired guy. I really don't know what's happening to them but I think it's serious. I didn't even have the time to ask her name and introduce you and Kaname to her." Kaien uneasily said. Miyako nodded in understanding.

"It's ok; maybe those two are just having problems. Let's pray and hope they can settle everything calmly. Want to go to the church?" She offered. Her husband smile at her and she knows he was starting to let the woeful experience out of his system.

…...

Rukia tried to break out of Ichigo's iron grip but he was not letting her. She can now see Ichigo's black GTR.

"Kurosaki-dono, let go of me now. You are hurting me." She complains. Ichigo did not let go of her until they were in front of his car.

"Get in the car." He icily said, opening the front passenger's seat for her. Rukia was hesitant she had her car with her.

"I have my car with m-

"Get in the fucking car now!" He shouted at her. Rukia's body jerked in surprise and immediately gets inside his car. She quickly fastens her seatbelt. Ichigo enter inside the car with a nasty scowl carved on his face. He gets his key and makes the car engine roar then speed off, leaving a horrid sound of screeching tires. Rukia's heart seems to jump out of her chest. Ichigo was driving like a mad man trying to kill them both.

"Slow down Kurosaki-dono! Are you getting us killed?" She nervously shouted. Ichigo can't seem to hear her. Rukia's knuckles turns white gripping the side of the car for her dear life. Rukia felt sick, she wanted to scream, she wanted to cry but her heart was telling her that "be strong and stand up for it Rukia."

"You can't cry it's too much you had enough." Her mind was telling her. She closed her eyes and tries to concentrate in her inner strength. "I am tired of crying, my heart is tired. I am so tired…" Her inner soul sounded. Her inner soul pleads.

Ichigo's mind was in chaos. His heart was filled with detestation. He appears to change, to snap and all reasoning just vanishes in the air. He wanted to stop himself but the other side of him who knows how to listen was chained up in the deepest part of his soul. He doesn't want to wake up because he was too tired of all the people he showed love and kindness.

Shuuhei and the other's heard a strong roar of a car's engine. They run outside and instantly back off when their Master's car shove it's way in the main entrance almost hitting the main door. They were so shock to move, everything that happened next seems like in slow motion. They witnessed with open-eyed how their Master pulls their Mistress out of his car. She did not flinch; she let him drag her inside the mansion. Their expression was both emptiness and remorse. Eyes darkly covered by their bangs. They ascend up stairs and the last thing they heard was the slamming and locking of their Masters door.

Rukia stood lifelessly inside her husband's room. Her wrist was starting to show the red marks cause by Ichigo's fingers. She tiredly look around, her eyes look into her husband's room. She wanted to laugh, husband's room? This is the first time she's been here all the years they've been married. Rukia felt Ichigo's towering figure at her back. She knows he was really angry and she knows he'll shatter her everything again.

"I don't care if you prostitute yourself." He firmly whispered on her ear. "But I will make sure you are not going to be happy with another man. You don't deserve to be hap- ." Ichigo felt her hand collide in his face. She slapped him so hard it stung so badly. He sharply looks at her from the side of his eyes. He saw her shaking form, her fist tightly clench.

"I can accept that you are angry at me. I can accept that you are making me look like a fool but HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF CHEATING ON YOU WHEN WE ALL KNOW, TOO DAMN WELL WHO IS DOING THAT IN THIS FUCKED UP MARRIAGE!" She shouted. She was shaking in anger. She was so full, so full of sorrow. She can't bottle it up anymore.

"I can't take it anymore. You keep on pushing me away. What do you want to accomplish to make me suffer?" She sarcastically asked, looking up on him in the eyes. "Congratulate yourself because what you said after our marriage ceremony has come true. Every single day I am with you WAS A LIVING HELL FOR ME!" Her delicate fingers scrape on his business attire and take a fistful of his clothes right on his chest. "How dare you do this to me? How dare you forget your promises to protect the people you love! Where did that all go you bastard! IF YOU CAN'T STAND US ALL THEN YOU COULD HAVE JUST RUN AWAY, YOU COWARD, BLAMING EVERYTHING TO ME, TO THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU WHEN YOU KNOW DEEP IN HERE!" She punches hard his chest. "THAT IT'S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT! How dare you change yourself to a person who I don't know?" The last words were tiredly said. Fat tears are now freely running down from her eyes. Ichigo was frozen, he didn't expect her… the Rukia he had known a couple of years ago. She wipes the tears in her hand by the back of her palms but it won't stop falling. She run her hand on her hair in frustration, destroying the messy bun she had work hard for herself.

"If you want me to be out of your life for good then I am leaving." She said saying that make her heart and soul shattered but it needs to happen because things should have been like this from the start... Ichigo's whole body become numb, after hearing the word "leave" he felt a burning surge of anger, uncertainty and even fear. He saw red and the next thing he do was not something he himself could not forgive.

He shoves Rukia on the wall and forcefully claims her lips, pushes his way between her legs and strangles her body with his. Rukia tried to fight him, to fight what was going to happen but he was getting more aggressive every time she tried to struggle. He forcefully breaks into her. Rukia fight to free her mouth and talk.

"Sto- stop, sto-p." She pleads, shaking and scared but Ichigo was not hearing anything. He becomes a starving wolf who didn't listen to reasons. His anger had swallowed him and had driven him to insanity. The chaos inside his soul had fueled himself to force into her. The darkness inside of him was shouting to mark her and take her.

"Plea-se stop, please sto-op." Rukia beg as Ichigo's mouth descends to her neck. "Kuro-kurosaki-dono." She said between sobs. Her throat was so dry and she was scared that she'll lose her voice soon because she was getting really tired. Her hopes were starting to crumble too. Ichigo lifted her to his bed and harshly put her down with him on top. Rukia scream when he rips her dress and take it off her as his hands caress every inch of her body. She tried to push Ichigo away but he was heavier and a lot stronger. The tears that were running from her eyes were unstoppable. She admits that she had desire him, desire his everything but …rape a very traumatic occurrence to every woman. She never dreams of making love to him this way. "No, please, no." She shouts in her mind. Her tiny limp hands tried again to push him by his shoulders but she was so weak. She was so scared and was about to give up everything her dignity, her life, her heart, her body, and just become a breathing dead soul. And then like a dream Ichigo's younger face came into her mind, telling her to call his name and he'll be there to help her no matter what.

"Ichi-go, Ichigo, Ichigo, Ichi-go." With every ounce of strength left in her voice she calls his name all over again. She then wraps her arms around his head, holding it gently. "Please Ichigo let's stop now." She softly begs. Ichigo's hands abruptly stop from unhooking her bra. He seemed to wake up. He felt her arms snaking around his head. She was shaking so badly. He can hear her call his first name between sobs. Ichigo immediately get off her and his bed like he was struck by electricity, standing in front of Rukia who curled herself into a ball. She looks so broken, shaking and quietly crying. Ichigo roughly run his hand on his hair almost pulling it out. His face mirrored guilt and regret.

"I don't think I deserve this selflessness to find my way into your arms again." She sadly said. Ichigo can't take the guilt eating inside him. He walks to his bathroom and stare at his reflection on the mirror. He remembers how he almost rapes her.

"I didn't mean to hurt her physically. Fuck what the hell did I just do?" He guiltily recalls, rubbing his forehead in frustration, pacing back and forth inside his bathroom. He was so troubled she has now more reasons to leave him.

"Fuck!" He shouted inside punching the mirror in front of him. It breaks into pieces and blood was now dripping from the broken mirror to the sink. Ichigo collapsed himself on the floor, leaning his tired body on the tiled walls. "How did things end up like this in my life now, Mom?" He mournfully asked.

Rukia jolt up when she heard something that shattered inside the bathroom with her weak legs she walk and peak inside. Her eyes widen when she saw blood on the floor, the mirror was crack and broken. Ichigo was sitting on the floor with a bleeding hand. Rukia with wobbled legs run immediately for the first aid kit wearing only her underwear.

Ichigo heard the door open and close. He chuckled. She was probably packing her things now and run away. He wraps his arm around his legs and miserably smiles for his pitiful situation. "It's always been like this, she was no different from the others. They all left me." He scornfully said. "At least now I avenge Orihi- "His thoughts were cut when he heard his door open and someone was hurriedly running close to him. His eyes widen when he saw Rukia out of breathe, holding the first aid kit. She immediately kneels down to him and gently takes his bleeding hand. Ichigo felt pain inside his heart. He refuses to let himself touch her again. He takes his hand back, and refuse to look at her. He felt shame in front her for the first time.

"Let me take care of it before it gets infected." She said snatching his hand back. He stubbornly refuses again. "Stop being stubborn Strawberry, even just this once. Let me see it, damn it." She snaps out as fat tears fall on her face. She tried to wipe it with her hand put they were again unstoppable. Ichigo panic when he saw her cry again. He immediately presents his injured hand to her. Rukia carefully put medicine on them. She was still crying and she didn't know why. Her tears refuse to stop falling. Ichigo silently watch her from the corner of his eyes. From her tiny, pale hand gently treating his big and calloused hand, to her pale, thin arms then he notice that she was still in her underwear, her shoulders up to the crook of her neck, to her neck then her face. He did not even feel the sting from the alcohol and other medicines. He was stuck like a statue just looking at her. The tears that stained her eyes, he always sees them. This woman beside him always cries because of him. He causes them all and right now, at this moment he didn't feel great for himself.

"I thi-think it's ok now." She said cutting Ichigo from his thoughts. His eyes shifted to his well bandage hand. Rukia was busy putting back the medicines to the kit. Seeing she was still in her underwear he unbuttons his long-sleeve polo and drapes it on her. Rukia was surprise to feel clothes wrap on her. She saw that it was Ichigo's polo. Rukia look up to him and saw his bare back on her. He refuses to look at her.

"Go and rest." He said, feeling a lump in his throat that almost makes him choke his words. Rukia quietly nod and stand up. Ichigo felt her steps away from him. When she was out of his room he walks to the wall that separates their room and listens intently if she had entered her room. He touches his bandage hand after hearing the locking of her door. Ichigo flatly lean his bare upper body on the wall, a foot was on the wall supporting his weight. He raises his bandage hand and stares at it for a while.

"You always bleed with me." He whispered.

….

Rukia entered her room, clutching Ichigo's polo to cover herself. She walks to her bookshelf and open an old book. There was a picture tucked between pages. It was a picture of her and Ichigo back in high school. It was taken during the last day of school festival. Their class decided to cosplay the popular manga "Death Gods." Ichigo was wearing the main characters Bankai form while she was wearing his partners Lieutenant uniform. She was forcing him to take one picture with his friends but he was so stubborn. Telling her that he was not supposed to be here in the first place. They bicker and insult each other while their friends suggested to themselves that they should take pictures with those two. When Ichigo refuse to look at the camera, she pulled his collar and tackle his head with her arm then when he refuse again to smile he tickle his sides making him laugh so hard but that's not the moment the picture was taken. It was when Ichigo encircle his strong arms around her shoulders and pull her towards him. His arms where now around her neck. Rukia after recovering from the sweet gesture, grin on the camera with her two fingers in "V" sign. Ichigo had his other hand at the back of his head, dumbly grinning on the camera.

Rukia's fingers trailed Ichigo's face on the picture. He was so different from before, she misses the Ichigo she had known before. He was always there for her and she'll never hurt her or made her cry. He was always there when Kuchiki Clan demands and expect too much from her and when she needs someone to lean on. A tear fall on the picture right at Ichigo's cheeks.

"I wonder if you're crying too for the friendship that we had lost." She said, walking to her bed with the picture on her hand. She lay down feeling tired for all the things that happened to her. She sadly smiles. "You had lost not just a friend but a lover. I wonder if I really understand your pain because I can't even understand mine. I can't understand why I am still here when I know I am not the one you need. Marriage is not enough to hold us together. Love does but I am the only one who felt that towards you. If only you just let me love you. I'll make you forget her no matter what." Those are the thoughts in her mind as she drifted to sleep. The picture of Ichigo was beside her. She had dreamt that she was at the ocean, as blue as the sky. It warms her heart. As she walks on the shore. She saw a tall figure waving at her. She can't recognize who it was but she was sure she was the one he was calling. She runs towards him but no matter how hard she runs. She can't reach him. Rukia was now tired she give up chasing him and when she look up again he was gone. She decided to lay flat down on the sand and stare at the blue sky. The sun hurt her eye and she uses her arm to cover the blinding light of the sun. When she was about to close her eyes. She felt someone lay down with her. When she looks at her side, she was surprise to see Ichigo. He was sadly smiling at her as he holds her hand.

"Don't leave me Rukia" He said and Rukia was woken up by the knocking on her door.

….

Ichigo was up early. He took a shower and forgot that his hand was bandage up last night. It was now soaked and soggy. He cursed but as his mind pop up a good solution, he soaked it more and hurriedly finishes his shower. He went out and wraps his hand with a towel to avoid the excess water from spilling on his bedroom floor. After getting dress in his business attire he went out and stand at the front door of the room right next to his. He was contradicting if he should knock and see her after what he had done last night. The normal way to consult a person after that incident was to say sorry but he doesn't know how to do it. No, he knows how to do it but it was hard. He was thinking that sorry was not enough. Right now, he just wanted to tell her that he wanted to talk to her even though he knows he was not going to talk because again he don't how, when and where to start.

"Damn, I don't even know what to do. Where to start, should I see her what if she doesn't want to see me? Hell, why am I even asking that of course she does not want to see me. I don't even have the rights to see her and a face to present in front of her after what I did but things might get worst if I leave it like this. Fuck, why am I even like this, feeling guilty and troubled?" He thought now pacing back and forth right in front of Rukia's bedroom. Scratching his head, biting his thumb nails, flipping his coat, pulling his neck tie then he just got tired and stop himself from looking like a fool. He run a hand on his hair and fix up his clothes.

"Slow down, take it slow. Remember that you are Ichigo Kurosaki." His eyebrows furrowed. "So what if I am Ichigo Kurosaki, will that name help me now? Fuck, stop talking to yourself and get this done. You're going to be late for work!" He scolded himself. He refurbishes his resolve and at last he was able to knock on the door. He fiddles nervously waiting for the other side to open it when he heard footstep coming to the door. He was having a hard time stopping himself from running away. Ichigo's body stiffens when the door slowly opens and reveals sleepy, puffy eyes Rukia on his polo shirt come out of the door. His neck heated up when he realize she slept on his clothes. He tensely rubs the back of his neck. She was probably crying herself out again last night and doesn't have the strength to change clothes.

Rukia was stunned to see Ichigo at the front of her door early in the morning. She doesn't know what to say, the same with Ichigo. Both of them can't even look at each other and Ichigo's patience for himself not doing anything was at its limit. He lifted his hand wrap with a towel. He was about to say something when it seems like he can't talk at all.

"What the hell is happening to me?" He asked to himself. Rukia who saw his hand, understand the message. She holds his hand with both hands and examines it. Ichigo almost jump up when she touch him.

"So, it was just soaked I thought you are bleeding again." She said concern was in her voice. Ichigo was wordless. He can't believe she was talking to him like nothing happened. "Will you mind if I treat you here in my room?" She asked. Ichigo immediately shook his head; he can't still find a word to say. Rukia opens the door for him and went to her bathroom to take the first aid kit. Ichigo felt foreign to this particular room of his own house. His eyes wander around the organized room as he walks his way to her bed. Fresh flowers were everywhere but even so, the room lacks something. It reminds him of his own room, life and happiness is missing. He sat down on her bed when his good hand caught something. It was a picture of him and Rukia. His eyes softened and at the same time his shoulders slump. He might not admit it to himself but it was painful to remember these memories he had turn his back on.

Rukia went out of her bathroom and saw Ichigo holding the picture of them back in high school. She paled and froze. Her palms started to sweat and her legs getting weak. She was scared that Ichigo may possibly rip the only solid memory that they had once become best friends.

"Don't touch that." She coldly said. Ichigo's gaze moved to her. He saw how her body tense, he can clearly read her body language. She was anxious and territorial. She probably held this thing very important to her and he understands that. He gently put the picture on her table. He was not here to destroy something again from her.

On the other hand Rukia cautiously walk towards him the atmosphere was really uncomfortable. Ichigo felt her weight on the bed. She silently unwrap the towel and peal of the soggy bandage. No one dare to talk up until she had finished changing his bandages. Ichigo was frustrated, he can't say a word. Why? He keeps on asking himself. He stands up and breathes in then breathes out. Rukia can feel his uneasiness and she doesn't know what to do either. She just waited for him to step out of her room but before he grabs the door knob. He was able to say something that almost makes her heart hammer out of her.

"Let's take breakfast together." He said.

…...

EUROPE, 5:00 PM London, England

"The preparations?" Byakuya stoically require, sipping a very expensive tea. His pale handsome feature that can make any woman fell in love with him was carved to utmost seriousness.

"Everything is ready My Lord." The butler confidently informed his master. Byakuya just nodded and his eyes were again fixed on him. He won't tolerate mistakes and excuses.

"And their movements?" He straightly asked. He was making sure that he keeps an eye on his enemies especially those who are treat to his sister. He had promise to his loving wife that he will protect her no matter what. He can be a villain; he can stain his hand with blood if it is the only way to protect her.

"It's positive My Lord; they are back in Japan however the reasons are still unknown."

"And that woman?" He still detains resentment for giving out his sister to that ungrateful, vile, impolite delinquent of the Kurosaki Clan. She deserves the best. She was a Kuchiki Princess after all but because of that irresponsible, obtuse, reckless, heedless boy. He sacrifices his sister for both of their safety, for both of the families' welfare.

"The reports are confirm, My Lord. She runs away with one of the members and she was now pregnant with his child." Byakuya elegantly put down his cup of tea on the table.

"Where are they now?" He asked. He won't let anybody come near his sister. He doesn't care about that boy. It's better if he was out of his sister's life. He only brings her trouble.

"In Japan, My Lord. There was a conclusion observe by your men My Lord. The organization is back in Japan to hunt them down." He downright informed.

"Very well then, we are flying back to Japan tomorrow…

"THANK YOU FOR READING"

"ALWAYS FAITHFUL"