I am Your Slave Wife

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CHAPTER 14: I AM YOUR SLAVE WIFE

Three days of making sure Rukia was not in Japan, Ichigo had immediately flied to Europe. The late morning breeze of London, England warmly welcomes Ichigo Kurosaki. With hands on his black slacks pocket, he let the wind rustle his orange locks and whoosh his tie carelessly as he stand at the ingress of his own private plane. With the ever present scowl he let his eyes wander around the place. No time for delay-dallying he'll start turning England upside down to find his wife.

The flight stewardesses and even his business partners can't help but gawk at the tall, handsome heir of the Kurosaki Clan. They were waiting for him to descend down the stairway and formally escort him around the city of London. Most of the flight stewardesses mouth were partly open; their eyes solely focus on the wild, untamable, bad ass look of the orange hunk but when he adjust his tie with his left hand, his wedding ring sparkle reminding them that he was in Europe to take back his wife. He didn't even try to mask his intentions. He made it firm and clear what he came for in their country.

"Call the best detectives in this country. Let them name their prize, I'll handle the rest. I want them in my office after lunch, meeting will start right then." Ichigo quickly ordered his assigned assistant whenever he comes to Europe for business. Izuru Kira scribbles his boss demands as fast as he can, following him to his red orange Saleen S7 Twin Turbo car.

He was not a very flashy guy. He didn't care how rich his family was however that was before. Back then he was satisfied skate boarding with his friends. Teaching Rukia how to balance on his board, holding her body making sure she didn't fall. They shout, scold and insult each other but Rukia knows too damn well that every hold he makes on her body, he was being gentle. They weren't into social gatherings although Rukia often needs to attend one for her family's demands. He was there as her escort, wearing a stupid tuxedo, gelling his naturally tousled hair that seems to get angry at him, telling him they were untamable so throw the gel and the comb somewhere. Again they weren't into social gatherings with expensive foods because he prefers making meals with Rukia and ended up with instant noodles, take outs or pizza.

But it's not the same this time. If he needs to show everything he got to prove something to Kuchiki Byakuya now that their relationship was thrown somewhere in the abyss, then he'll show him, them the Kuchiki Clan his possessions. He can feel the challenge even if Byakuya was miles away from him. He knows how Byakuya does things; he will block him and make sure he didn't reach her.

"Too bad Byakuya, I am not the Ichigo you know before my resolve is stronger and my feeling for her is even stronger and greater than all the emotions that driven me to take all these bold actions in my life. I will find her no matter what." Ichigo said lowering down his windshield letting the wind inside his car and speed up.

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Rukia and Ashido become good friends after their unexpected meeting in Rukia's case in point at the Eiffel Tower. She was still oblivious that Ashido Kano knew her before she can even breathe for the first time the air in Europe. She was even more surprise after knowing that he lives close to the neighboring hotel beside her. After that Ashido Kano has been a good company to her in Paris. Ashido waits for her at the restaurant on the ground floor of her hotel to take breakfast with her. Then become her tour guide the rest of the day. Rukia was having a good time because Ashido was such a gentleman though sometimes she had these odd feelings that he was always on guard. They haven't talked about their personal life yet and Rukia was not the kind of person to pry something so private. She wanted the other person to tell her by his own accord and he can rest assured that he will know hers openly. Rukia knows nonetheless he was the only son and a businessman in Italy. Maybe, they can talk more later but right now they are going to the popular open-air market in Paris, France. She can't wait to see what they can offer. Ashido told her they have the most desirable locally grown foods.

"Ne, Ashido-san what else are there?" Rukia excitedly asked. She was wearing a plain yellow spaghetti strap sun dress that hugs around her chest area and flows smoothly above her knees. She matched it with a yellow sunhat and white three inch high sandals.

"Ashido is fine Rukia." He said and glance at the woman beside him. He was wearing a white hooded zip up sleeveless shirt with a huge headset printed at the front. He matches it with a black pants and black converse shoes. "Mmmh… let's see." Ashido put his right hand on his mouth as if thinking really hard. Rukia's eyes were innocently and seriously looking at him, waiting for his answer. He finds it really irresistible. He wanted those eyes to look at him first thing in morning. A big smile emerges from his face. "Everything you needed I guest and you can bargain them in a good prize. Varieties of fresh flowers are one of the most popular products in there next to fruits and veggies." Rukia's mouth forms a huge "O". She wanted to see those flowers because she loves them. Seeing her reaction Ashido can't help but chuckled. She was so easy to please.

"What are we slowing down here? Hurry up Ashido I am so excited to see this open-air market in Paris." Rukia said taking Ashido's wrist and pull him towards the direction he had told her. Ashido surprised by their first touch, stare wordlessly at her hands on his wrist. An appreciative smile appears from his face and because of the new found happiness and courage he moves his wrist to hold her hand instead.

"They won't disappear until tomorrow you know? But if you insist let's hurry then." He playfully said, speeding up a little to get ahead of her. He was rewarded by a laugh from Rukia.

When they arrived at the said, place Rukia smile was not leaving her face. She saw many lively vendors and consumers bargaining at each other's. Flowers are everywhere and street music was playing in the background.

"Young man, why don't you join us with your cute girlfriend in there?" The man said in French which Rukia can't understand. She saw Ashido smile at them and pull Rukia towards them.

"I wish she's mine but she's too good for me." He playfully answers in French too making the musicians laugh. "But I don't mind playing with you to make her happy or even dance." He said.

"That wouldn't be a problem. I hope she'll fall for you after your performance." The man comically said handing Ashido a guitar which he requested. Rukia just watch them in amazement. Ashido whispered something on the man that invited them and they started playing a very lively South Asian song. Something Indians and Arab royalties perform. The sounds of different types of drums started the song then tambourines, the trumpets then Ashido with his guitar and other string instruments joined him. The man started singing in Arab and the whole place just livens up even more and people started gathering at them. Swaying their hips, some women are doing belly dancing inviting Rukia to join them. With a wide smile on her face she looks at Ashido and he smile at her in return then nodded his head to the dance floor. Rukia steps in as the sounds of trumpets roared in the air again. She dances sensually, raising both her hands in the air, swaying her hips sexily with the music.

"I'm glad you are having a good time." Ashido thought with a wide smile on his face, his eyes not leaving the raven haired beauty on the crowd of people dancing and clapping their hands in amazement.

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Meetings after meetings, Ichigo was working non-stop. People went to him to report their investigations and he won't say no to them. He'll hear their report right away even if it's already time for lunch, dinner or even at the lobby of his hotel. He hears intently their suggestions and plan immediately on how to improve and execute it. He went to meet some big time businessman in Europe especially the transportation division to check if they had a client namely his wife Kuchiki Rukia. Izuru Kira now knows why Japan's an economic superpower. They don't take a break or a vacation.

Ichigo was now sitting in his living room, papers were scattered everywhere in his glass table. His tie was losen on his neck and his coat was drape on the armrest of his black couch. He was reading a report from one of his foreign detective that was assigned to investigate the Kuchiki Estate in this country. And he was disappointed to read that he didn't have any progress or good news for him. He has been in Europe for almost two weeks now. Working early and still working late at night. Ichigo pull out his laptop and press the on button. He was able to obtain data's from the passengers of Heathrow and Gatwick Airports. He pulled out some huge strings to get them.

Ichigo rub his temple to relax his head a bit. He then lean his back on the couch and suddenly fatigue prevail over him. He tried to fight it but sleep overcomes his senses. The next thing he knew he was dreaming of Rukia again.

"If we settle down with our own families in the future Ichigo where do you want to travel with them?" Rukia asked him as they both lay down on the grass watching the sunset. It was their after school habit before going home. Ichigo put both his arms at the back of his head for support. On the other hand Rukia was beside him on her side with her right arm supporting her head. She was looking intently at Ichigo whose eyes were close, feeling the gentle afternoon wind with Rukia's scent lingering softly in his face.

"He was probably thinking where he wants to go." Rukia thought. Ichigo slowly open his eyes and look up the sky.

"I don't know. How about you?" Rukia pouted at him. He knows he was slowly pissing her off. But that's the best answer he can give to her. He haven't been thinking about the future because he thought he already have everything.

"Don't answer my question with another question Ichigo. You are plain difficult sometimes. Is it really hard to choose a country?" Rukia said sitting up with her arms cross on her chest. Ichigo sigh soon she'll hit him with that tiny fist of her. He can't help but smirk she was easy to please yet also very easy to irritate.

"It's the truth I really don't know. It didn't cross my mind yet having a family and traveling abroad." He honestly answered. Rukia sighed and pull his other arm to be spread on the grass and she lay down on them, making Ichigo's strong arms as her pillow.

"Honestly, Ichigo I've always thought that I'd always be together with you. Always… Even if both of us have a boyfriend or girlfriend, got married, have a family and even kids. We'd still be together always." Rukia softly said. Ichigo was slightly surprise by what she had said because that's difficult to get a hold of. But he was listening intently, the idea was something he had inside but can't find the right words to say it.

"But that would be hard, right?" She said chuckling a bit. Ichigo open an eye for her then sneak a quick look at her smiling face.

"If we don't leave each other, then we will be together until the day we die." Ichigo said his hand playing with Rukia's soft tresses.

"Come with me to Paris someday Ichigo after that we can start traveling the world. We can do surfing in Boracay, or Hawaii, ride camels at the desert of Saudi Arabia looking for the Oasis. Do dragon dance in China and ride a bicycle until the end of the Great Wall of China." Rukia giggle at her thoughts. Ichigo was quietly smiling at her silliness.

"Is that a joke?" He asked. He felt Rukia's head shook on his arms.

"No, of course not! I really want us to do those things I just said." She defended.

"Ok, then we can do sky diving at the Empire State Building in the U.S." Ichigo said making Rukia burst out laughing.

"Be serious!" She said nudging Ichigo's side with her fist still laughing.

"I am serious. How about skate boarding at Mount Everest?" Now Rukia was clutching her stomach rolling to her side. They were not big jokes but the way he said it with a straight face was really hilarious for her.

"What? You are the one not being serious here. You take me very lightly Princess." Rukia's head was resting on his hand. She was far enough from him to spread her arms wide on the grass. She was still breathing hard after her fits of laughter.

"Paris Ichigo let's start in Paris…in Paris…in Paris…

Quick as flash Ichigo's eyes opened. That dream truthfully happened long time ago when he was still in high school with Rukia. He had forgotten that memory. He had forgotten how much she loves to go to Paris when they become adults. He didn't know if that dream will be useful to him or if it was some sort of message or clue where he can find her. But he's going to hold on to that dream; his gut was also telling him right now to fly without delay to Paris. Ichigo immediately fuddle around for his phone, dialing his assistant's number to arrange a flight for him to Paris.

It was already 0100 AM in London. Normal people were still sleeping at this hour. Izuru Kira groaned when his phone started ringing.

"Hello?" He lazily answered. When he heard the voice of his boss he almost jumps out of his bed. "Mr. Kurosaki!"

"Arrange a flight for me to Paris right now just the local, no private planes. I'll handle the rest. We will meet at the airport." He said and the line was cut. Izuru stared at his phone for a while. He was still heavy-eyed from the lack of sleep these past few days.

"Didn't this guy know what a break or rest means? How important is it in the body? He was not like this before and to tell his boss honestly, all this time he was working to him. He didn't know that he has a wife and this wife of him was very important to him. He'll destroy even his self just to find her." Izuru sighed and scratch his head. He's body was so heavy, he wanted to go back to sleep. He was about to lie down again for a few minutes when his phone rang again.

"Boss?" He answered.

"When I say now, it means now. I am walking to my car at this moment. You better start moving your lazy ass to the airport Kira. I want my ticket when I get there and I'm bringing my car to Paris; arrange things for me right away. I still have to contact some people in Paris. Now move."

"Oh, shoot!" Izuru's sleep was forgotten as he muddle around for his clothes. Jumping around as he wears his pants and at the same time looking for his shoes. He even trip on his own foot and fall hard on the floor trying to fit both his shoes on his feet.

"Way to go Kira. Your boss has a Twin Turbo car. Oh shit!" He panics again, running out of his apartment not bothering for a tie or polo for his slacks. He just wears a shirt and move out. "He's going to kill me soon!" He shrieks inside his not so awesome car.

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Rukia was woken up early. She felt stuffy inside her room even if the air conditioner was on. She looks at her clock and it says it was an hour pass midnight. She went to her balcony and inhales some fresh air. Her baby blue, spaghetti strap night gown with ruffles at the hem of her dress swayed with wind. Rukia put her chin on her palm as she watch the sparkling lights of central Paris as well as the Eiffel Tower standing proudly at the center of the wonderful city.

She had dreamed of Ichigo again. Every time she was alone at night the only thing she can think of was Ichigo. A gentle smile appears on her face remembering her dream.

"As if diving from the Empire State Building was legal." She utter to herself. Ichigo never lied to her so when he says he hates her before then he truly does. At that point in time she considers herself as a masochist. What a suicidal feeling to consider. She was willing to suffer beside him; she was so sure how deep her love for him that she believed it will reach and conquer everything. She had endure that much not just because of love but because of the will to always stand beside him, together forever until they die as what he said in her dream. She was holding into those words, into those dreams.

But at this point of time maybe it's time to walk down. They'd become adults and got into affairs they thought was an easy game to play. But it's far from being a game when guilt was twisted with lies. It will start crushing you inside then the next thing you know; you are breaking down to dust. It's a shame that they have to be this way, reaching to the point that "it's time to say goodbye."

Rukia's eyes spotted on the vase with flowers. She didn't know why Ashido gave her those roses but the story behind them was very interesting. She was not acquainted with the fact that the red and white roses had become bloody symbols at the dynastic civil wars in England fought by the rival houses of Lancaster and York. She was instantly reminded of the rivalry between her father-in-law and Aizen Sosouke.

"The series of dynastic wars was called WARS OF THE ROSES."Ashido began as he twirls some pasta to his fork on his dinner plate. Rukia nodded in owe, she had planted many roses in her garden back in the Kurosaki Mansion but didn't know such story about roses exist.

"You like flowers too Ashido?" She asked. Ashido look at her in the eyes and smiled.

"Will you believe me if I told I was once the boss of an Italian Mafia?" Ashido asked seriously. Rukia on the other hand grin at him.

"Yeah, and I was a Yakuza Princess." Ashido chuckled at her joke. He then pulled out a golden emblem.

"If Japan has the golden Chrysanthemum as the symbol of Japan's imperial crest, we have the golden Hyacinth. I am well educated about the official emblems of different clans, states and even underground organization. I mingled with the bad crowd when I was a teenager." Rukia's fork was half way to her mouth. She can't believe he was telling her something so underhand.

"I don't want to arise any misunderstanding so I'm telling you first ahead something that is not so awesome about me. Are you afraid of me now?" Ashido said, his voice was begging for her not too.

"No." Rukia simply answered looking Ashido straight in the eyes.

"What?" Ashido was taken aback but he held his ground and meet Rukia's eyes.

"Being in a gang doesn't mean right away you're a bad person but that also doesn't change a fact that if you stay with them any longer you're walking yourself, your life in darkness. I don't want to judge you by basing on who you are in the past. Believe me; I had enough of how they can mess up your life." Rukia seriously said at Ashido.

"But if I heard you correctly you said, "You were once a Mafia Boss" right? I'm glad because if you're still a member right at this moment, I'll be nagging at you, every single day to quit. Friends look after each other's back, right?" She playfully asked.

"You've become a good friend to me Ashido even if I am just a stranger in this country, to you. You've treated me well. Thank you…" Ashido who was so dumbstruck by her words felt like everything around them seems to evaporate, he was only seeing Rukia.

Those words weren't even big or inspiring. He was used to being praise by other people but he never felt so move the way he's right now. He was a very hard working man, with principles and strong morality. He had fought the pull of darkness even if it means disobeying his father. He never wanted glory in this world. He just wants a warm and loving family, he crave for so long.

This woman in front of him the understanding he saw in her eyes move his soul. "I've gained again another precious memory today." Ashido thought. "These emotions were overwhelming. I can now slowly name it."

"I came to Paris not for a short vacation but to heal myself." Rukia cut Ashido in his thoughts. Ashido saw the distant and sad look on Rukia's eyes. The first thing he wanted to do was to comfort her.

"I just recently divorce my husband." Ashido's eyes slightly widens, he was surprise. "We are engaged to an arrange marriage because of serious reasons. I thought everything will just work out fine because we've been friends for so long and I thought we had mutual understanding on how to fix things. But I was wrong we got our lives so messed up and broken that this, running here to Paris was my only refuge." Rukia wasn't all being honest to herself. She can say she was having a good time in Paris that somehow, she's able to forget him. But that is only for a few hours, it will only last for a few minutes when she was alone again, by herself all she could think of was him and the pain.

"Did he abuse you?" Ashido asked anger rising from his voice. Rukia sadly smiled at him and gently shook her head.

"No, he acts like I don't exist and cheats in front of me." Rukia sadly said. She never admits that to herself until now because she knows it really hurts. "I love him. The first time I saw him I know that I love him. I endure everything because of love but I think in this period of time, love isn't enough anymore." Ashido was right to think that the woman he saw from the airport of Japan was in great pain. She is trying to stand up again, no matter how hard it is. He was even lucky that he can still see her smile, no matter how strained it is.

Ashido stand up from where he was sitting and gently surround Rukia with his arms. His bangs shadowed his face as his chin rest on Rukia's shoulder.

"You are very brave…" He said. Rukia's eyes widen in surprise by the hug alone but after he said those words. She can no longer hold her emotions; fat tears started falling from her hugely open eyes. She thought she can cry no more but it was just in her thoughts. Her heart is still weeping.

"I'll turn your tears to roses…

A strong breeze blow to Rukia making her gently holds her hair. She didn't understand what that means but Ashido was a very considerate and kind hearted man despite how tough and strong he may looks. She had thanked him countless times after that. She considers herself lucky meant for meeting someone like Ashido. He even promises to help her and support her in everything. And to add it up, what fascinates her the most was the determination in his eyes when he bluntly said that he wanted to stay by her side and protect her.

Rukia smiled she also didn't understand what he means by that but then again she was very grateful of Ashido's comforting words. Rukia yawned sleep is calling her back to bed. She looks once again to the enchanting city lights of central Paris.

"I hope tomorrow I'll start thinking that forever I am not meant for you. I hope tomorrow I'll get over you and stop waiting for you. It's for the best because until now I still can't believe it will hurt like this." Rukia went inside her room at the same time a plane high up in the sky blink it's red lights to Paris, passing by her room.

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Rukia woke up early that same morning. She went early shopping for her personal supplies. Ashido had greeted her first good morning through her room telephone and went jogging somewhere near the Parc des Buttes Chaumont. He had invited Rukia but she refuse telling him, she didn't sleep well last night and needs some more rest. Ashido chuckled on the other line reminding her to make room for their late breakfast.

Rukia was trying to reach for the packs of her favorite tissue brand on the high shelves of the store near her hotel building. Her right arm was stretch up while the other was gripping her grocery basket. Her eyes were determined to reach the item without asking for help. She tiptoed quite desperate this time.

"A little more, a little more…" She chanted in her mind. She was about to touch the tissue when another hand easily reach it then she almost yelp in surprise when a muscular arm encircled her waist. A very tall, lean yet muscular body gently presses into her from her backside. She can feel his lips softly touch the crown of her head.

"I finally found you." He huskily said. Rukia's eyes widen like a saucer. She can hear her heartbeats, beating so fast like it's going to pull out of her chest. Her whole being was shaken.

"I-Ichigo?"

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