A/N: Okay so I've been busy busy with school, y'all know how that goes. I'm actually supposed to be updating a different story, but I already had this chapter written in mind, so I decided to get it over with. Sorry if there are a lot of mistakes, I wrote this very fast because I'm working on this school paper that's kinda important.
"Ashido, wait," she whispered gasping as she felt it brush against her thigh.
"Shh…it's okay, I'll be careful…" he rubbed her back gently and planted feather-light kisses on her forehead.
"But…what if it hurts? Is it going to…fit?" She asked; she felt silly about saying that when he laughed lightly.
"Don't worry, I'll go slow," he whispered bin her ear, and waited a moment for her to relax, gently stroking her and kissing her face, "do you think you're ready now?" She said nothing; she bit her lower lip and looked up at him; as soon as she did, her face flushed, and she nodded and looked away bashfully. His lips went to her neck, she turned her head to the side and looked at the moon nervously, a couple more days and it would be full. Here they were in this suite, alone, to think that only hours ago they were surrounded by family and friends.
EARLIER THAT DAY
"We are gathered here today…"
"Can you believe the girl decided to have a modern western wedding? How ridiculous," said one of the female elders of the Kuchiki clan to another woman. They were all gathered at the ceremonial area of the Kuchiki estate for the wedding ceremony.
"I think it was a marvelous idea, traditional weddings can be so boring," said a red-haired woman sitting in front of them.
"And just who might you be to opinionate on Kuchiki matters?" Asked the Kuchiki woman indignantly.
"Hanna Kano, the groom's mother," said the woman turning to look at them, a large smiled displayed on her perfect face; she opened her eyes to reveal sparkling cerulean eyes.
"I apologize-" said the woman embarrassed.
"Don't worry, just know that from now on Rukia is not alone, she has joined the Kano clan by marrying my son, and I will care for her and protect her as if she were my own daughter," said Hannah smiling, but there was a serious look on her face; then she looked to the alter and her face softened at the sight of the couple.
"I Ashido Kano, take you Rukia Kuchiki, as my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in joy and sorrow, in sickness and health, until death do us part," said Ashido looking into Rukia's eyes; Rukia smiled at him as he placed a ring on her finger.
"I Rukia Kuchiki, take you Ashido Kano, as my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in joy and sorrow, in sickness and health, until death do as part," said Rukia repeating the same words and slipping the ring on his finger.
"If there is anyone who has a reason as to why these two should not wed, speak now, or forever hold your silence…"
"I believe that's your cue captain Kurosaki," whispered Renji to Ichigo smirking.
"There's no need for that, Rukia and I have an understanding," said Ichigo looking over at Rukia and winking; she looked back at him and smiled.
"I pronounce you, husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." Ashido leaned over to her eagerly and placed a tender kiss on her lips; aware of their audience, they parted almost immediately.
"Congratulations," said Momo giving Rukia a tight hug. They were all at the wedding reception now.
"Listen, I'm very sorry about what happened at-"
"Don't worry about it, it wasn't your fault, besides, I wasn't forced, I wanted to."
"Okay then I guess-"
"Rukia!" Matsumoto rushed over to her and stuffed her face in between her breasts; a few seconds later she let her go and Rukia was gasping for air.
"Thanks (gasp) Matsumoto (gasp)"
"Kuchiki-san! Or should I say Kano-san? Congratulations!" this time it was Orihime; she walked over to Rukia and hugged her tightly.
"I'm so glad you could make it Orihime, did Uryuu come?"
"Yes, he's right over there with Sado-kun and Kurosaki-kun," said Orihime pointing at Ishida, who was carrying a baby in one arm, holding a stroller with a sleeping toddler in it, and screaming at an auburn-haired five year-old to stop jumping around.
"Where's Riku?" Rukia asked Orihime.
"Oh, Tatsuki's watching him, he's been acting up lately, must be because of the incoming baby, he gets jealous every time I get pregnant," she said patting her grown stomach lightly. Riku was Orihime's eight year-old, he was notorious for being the black sheep of the family, and was the product of a teenage mistake, Rukia still remembered the dramatic event as if it had been yesterday.
Nine years ago, when Orihime was sixteen, she was dating a hot college guy named Kai. It seemed like a very serious relationship, and Ishida, who was in love with Orihime, became a depressed wreck. Orihime was so clueless that she never noticed his feelings for her. One night Uryuu was drinking alone at his house, and Orihime went over there to borrow notes from him, since she had been absent for class, once there, Uryuu, kind of, sort of, raped her. It was kind of, sort of, because instead of pushing him away, she lied still and took it.
Orihime said she was in a state of shock, Uryuu confessed his undying love for her, and she felt bad because she didn't feel the same way, so she allowed him to take her to not hurt his feelings. Not much longer after that, Orihime found out she was pregnant; she went into a state of depression, and Kai left her. Ishida took the responsibility as the child's father and provided Orihime with as much support as he could, both financially and emotionally, but Orihime always pushed him away. After much trying, he finally got to her, and when Riku turned two, Ishida and Orihime got married; soon, Orihime fell for Ishida too, and they had been happily married ever since…and started reproducing like rabbits.
"Well I'm sure that son of yours will come around," said Rukia.
"I hope you're right."
"Well?!" Said Rangiku glaring at Rukia.
"Well what?"
"Well are you going to keep that husband of yours waiting, he's over at the table looking at you."
"Oh," said Rukia; she turned to look at her now husband; she smiled and walked over to him.
"Congratulations Mrs. Kano," said Ashido standing up and kissing her; Rukia returned his kiss with much enthusiasm.
"Say your goodbyes to your friends, because in three hours we will be on our way to Barbados," he whispered in her ear as he placed his arms around her waist; then his lips trailed down to her jaw.
"Ashido, not here, the guests will see us," she whined even though she pressed her body against his.
"Get a room," they heard someone say from behind; they both turned around quickly, it was Ichigo.
"Oh, captain," said Ashido bowing slightly.
"Take care of Rukia, all right?" It wasn't a question; Ashido understood this and nodded, "I expect to see you back at work in a week. Kano-san," he said looking at Rukia and bowing in respect, his eyes met hers; then he left.
"I'm surprised he came," said Ashido.
"I'm not, I told you Ichigo wasn't like that," said Rukia watching him as he left.
"Come on, let's go dance," he said grabbing her hand.
"You should dance with your sister captain Byakuya." A voice whispered in Byakuya's ear as he watched his sister dancing from the balcony outside; he turned around to see a very elegant Yoruichi Shihoin.
"You're here?" he asked surprised.
"Of course, Kisuke wanted me to fill him in on how things were, so I came, besides, I didn't want to miss out on the opportunity of seeing Bya-kun again."
"Don't call me that!" He said annoyed.
"Don't be so serious Byakuya, a grown man such as yourself should be able to tolerate my childish comments," she said; they both stood in silence for a while.
"Does Urahara plan to do anything about the situation?"
"You know Kisuke, he only jumps in when he needs to. He says things are taking their natural course, exactly as they should be, and we should not interfere. You know, we all know, they deserve their revenge," said Yoruichi very seriously.
"I understand, Hisana helped me understand," he said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice; Yoruichi looked at him, took his hand in hers, and smiled.
"I understand why you never got over her, she was an angel…in every way. Did she tell you their story?"
"Yes."
"She really is a tragic one isn't she?" Said Yoruichi looking at Rukia as she danced with Ashido.
"That is why I fear Ichimaru's intentions. I understand if they want their revenge, but, that kind of life, I doubt anyone would want to remember it."
"It wasn't all bad Bya-kun, remember, there was a light…an uncontrollable fire, and that fire, will be what brings Rukia's memory back."
"That fire has been extinguished."
"The heart can never truly be taken Byakuya, remember, if stirred embers can be rekindled into a fire."
"I only hope, that our decision to stay away from their affairs…is a wise one."
"You must have faith in Rukia, from what Kisuke has told me, she's very capable taking care of herself."
"I know that, it's just-"
"Stop right there," said Yoruichi placing a finger over his lips, "I don't want to hear anymore of this, today is Rukia's wedding and it's not fair for you to ruin it with your ugly look of depression. You have all the time in the world to worry about this, but for tonight, let it go, okay?" She asked; he hesitated, but then nodded. She extended her hand to him and he looked at her confused.
"May I have this dance?" But before he could answer she pulled him to her, placed his arms around her waist, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"So what's the occasion?" Asked Grimmjaw, he, Ulquiorra, and Gin Ichimaru were sitting by a table wearing white tuxes, and there was a giant white cake in the middle of the table. Gin forced them all to wear party hats. He blew on a party horn before whistling.
"Today is Rukia-chan's wedding," said Gin looking at Ulquiorra expectantly.
"So," said Ulquiorra stoically.
"How does that make ya feel?" He asked, that expectant look still on his face; Ulquiorra merely looked at him with indifference.
"Never mind," sighed Gin, "Grimmjaw, have ya been able to contact Nelie-chan yet?"
"Yeah, but that bitch is crazy, she bit my arm when I tried to talk to her," said Grimmjaw rubbing his arm as he recalled the pain.
"Now now Grimmjaw, don't speak that way about Nelie-chan, she's very important for our plan as well. Not as much as Rukia-chan though, so ya have to try very hard on your next mission Ulqui-kun."
"Why? Trash can be easily swept out of the way."
"I admire your optimism Ulqui-kun, it inspires me so," said Gin grinning; Ulquiorra didn't so much as blink at him, "all right, well I'm glad to see we're all in good spirits."
"So when can we eat the cake?" Asked Grimmjaw annoyed.
"Let's not be hasty, we'll cut the cake when Rukia-chan gets here."
"I'm hungry! All we've had to eat for the past two days is ramen! And there is such a thing called spoiling you know?! And that is what's gonna happen to your cake if you don't let me eat it now!" screamed Grimmjaw furiously as he stood up and pointed a finger at Gin.
"You know Grimm, if you were more distracted, you wouldn't be thinking about eating all the time, came a female voice from outside the door.
"And how do you suggest I do that?" Asked Grimmjaw suggestively.
"By getting your lazy ass up and finding Nel!"
"Ah, Nemu, I'm glad to see you've decided to join us, we missed ya," said Gin; Nemu walked in through the door. There was an evil glint in her eyes, and a mischievous smile graced her lips. She wore tight black leather pants, and a black leather jacket with a red bra underneath.; her hair was up in a messy bun.
"It's good to be back."
"This isn't fair, you're so light I don't even have to try," said Ashido as he carried Rukia, he, Rukia, and a male servant stepped out of the portal; they stood in front of a breath-taking resort. Rukia gasped pleasantly surprised as she took a look around. There were palm trees all around, a sandy beach, a beautiful turquoise ocean, and the resort itself was glorious, there were pools, bars, and the architecture was very interesting. There were many locals selling fruits and local goods; everything seemed so full of life, such a happy place.
"Come on let's go get our cottage," said Ashido; he walked into the hotel over to the receptionist.
"A cottage for Ashido Kano and his bride," said Ashido; the woman looked from him to Rukia, then back at Rukia.
"Congratulations, I assure you, you will enjoy your stay here, let me just look here…oh, there seems to be a problem here, I can't find your name."
"Rukia, go wait for me in the lobby would you?" Said Ashido putting her down; he gave her a kiss and she left. She walked over to the couches and took a seat' there was a beautiful dark-skinned woman with green eyes and curly brown hair; she was staring at Rukia as if reading into her very being; it scared her a little.
"Congratulations."
"How did you-?" Asked Rukia surprised; the woman raised an eyebrow and pointed at her dress, "oh, I forgot about that," said Rukia laughing sheepishly.
"Child you so nervous you'bout to have a heart attack, tonight's gonna be yo first time ain't it?" Said the woman with a knowing smile on her face and elbowing her on the side.
"H-how did you know?" Asked Rukia flushing a very deep shade of red.
"You'se got that look of a lil child in yo eyes, yo husband's gonna miss it when he takes it from ya."
"Well…I…"
"So scared ain't ya, if you'se so scared, tell him, real love knows how to wait."
"Umm…who are you?"
"S'cuse me for bein' so rude, ma name's Debra, I'm one of da managers here."
"Oh, hi Debra, I'm Rukia, Rukia Kuch-Kano."
"Ain't used to sayin' your new name are ya?"
"I'm afraid not, I'll grow used to it though."
"Rukia, everything's been fixed," said Ashido with a look of relief as he walked over to them.
"My my what a cute husband ya have," said Debra; both Rukia and Ashido blushed, "I'll see ya round Mrs. Kano," said Debra; Ashido took her hand and they walked away.
"This place is so nice," said Rukia looking out to the beautiful ocean from their cottage.
Their cottage was two stories high, the first floor held the kitchen, the living room, and a restroom. The top floor held the bedroom, and a large bathroom. Their bedroom only had three walls, allowing them a great view of the ocean, and allowing the fresh ocean breeze to enter their room; in place of the missing wall, were two large white curtains that if closed covered the opened space completely. There was a large balcony outside their bedroom with a hot tub, couches, a small outdoors kitchen and even a hammock.
"Beautiful," said Ashido looking at Rukia speechlessly. His wife was wearing a peach nightgown with thin straps that flowed halfway down her thighs, her body bathed radiantly in the sunset lighting, giving her an ethereal glow. He couldn't help himself; he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her against his body, his head dipping down to her shoulder.
"Ashido," she gasped in surprise; his tongue had a mind of its own as it ran itself up her neck, his arms squeezing her tighter. He nipped her earlobe, running one of his hands up her stomach, and up to cup one of her breasts; he marbled at its firmness.
"Rukia," he whispered hotly in her ear; she shivered at the pleasantness his husky voice brought her, "I don't think I can wait till night," he mumbled against the skin of her neck; she tried to say something, but her voice came out in a moan.
"It's almost night," she finally managed to say.
"I should be able to wait till then…"
"You don't have to," she said squeezing the hand on her breast.
"I'll be back, I'm gonna take a shower, you wait for me right here," he whispered in her ear, then reluctantly pulled away and left.
Rukia fidgeted around nervously, she had never done this before. What if it was painful? What if she messed up? What if she made a fool of herself? She sat in front of the mirror and brushed her hair. She quickly checked herself to see if everything was in place, and then sat down at the edge of the bed…but should she be on the bed? Would that come off as forward? Should she stand instead? But wouldn't that look awkward? She made up her mind and leaned on one of the walls, looking out the landscape, besides, that was where he told her to wait for him, right?
Just before Rukia considered changing her position again, the bathroom door opened, and Ashido came out with a towel around his waist; Rukia's jaw almost dropped at the sight of his perfect body. He had muscles, but not too many, just the perfect amount, his skin was flawless and looked like porcelain; she watched mesmerized as water droplets made their way down his body, from his neck, down his abs…she had to shake her head to snap out of it; Ashido noticed this and smirked. He dried his hair and body with the towel over his shoulders, threw it to the floor, and walked over to his wife. He cupped her chin, and pressed his lips to hers.
He nipped at her lower lip, and her lips parted, allowing him to roll his tongue inside her mouth, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her tightly against his body. The heat between their bodies was great; she could feel his hot flesh against hers through the thin silk fabric of her nightgown. Their bodies melded perfectly together, every gap of space between them had been closed, making their burning bodies even hotter. The kiss intensified, and soon Rukia found herself being pulled towards the bed.
He ran his lips down to her neck, his hands eagerly clasping her braless breasts, he could feel her nipples hardening through the night gown, and it intrigued him. He wanted to see them. He pulled away from her, and looked into her eyes; she blushed slightly but did not look away…such innocence, he loved that childish sparkle in her eyes, it almost made him change his mind about taking it away. Both of his hands came up to her shoulders, where they slipped off her straps, running down the length of her arms as he slipped the fabric off her body. Soon, the nightgown pooled around her feet; she gasped, and her hands instinctively went to cover her breasts.
He pulled her hands away, and was in awe at the sight before him. His wife, clad in panties, was the essence of pure beauty. Though Rukia was in no way weak, her form looked slender and fragile, her skin was smooth and milky, and her breasts although small, were round and soft, the pink buds puckering with the chilly night air.
She looked down to the floor embarrassed, and gasped surprised when his lips descended over one of her breasts, and suckled lightly. It felt odd, his wet tongue was sliding over her nipple, and she could not quite discern what she felt, it felt strange, that was one thing she was sure of, and it…tickled, she suppressed the urge to giggle. His suckling became more fierce, biting on her lightly from time to time; she arched against him, the strange feeling in her stomach revealing itself as passion, her hands tugged on his hair, and she moaned.
Pleased by her reaction, Ashido carried her over to the bed, and gently placed her down on it. He removed his towel, throwing it to the floor, and straddled her. He looked in her eyes, then gazed at her entire body; his hands ran up and down her sides, stroking her, touching her everywhere. His lips latched on to the other breast, his fingers slyly making their way towards her panties, hooking to the sides, and pulling them down slowly. Her panties met the floor, and he slid his fingers along her folds, making her shudder; unconsciously she began to buck against his hand. He teased a small bundle of nerves, and she moaned out his name; Ashido was finding it more difficult to control himself as he gazed at her heaving chest, he was ready.
"Ashido, wait," she whispered gasping as she felt it brush against her thigh.
"Shh…it's okay, I'll be careful…" he rubbed her back gently and planted feather-light kisses on her forehead.
"But…what if it hurts? Is it going to…fit?" She asked; she felt silly about saying that when he laughed lightly.
"Don't worry, I'll go slow," he whispered bin her ear, and waited a moment for her to relax, gently stroking her and kissing her face, "do you think you're ready now?" She said nothing; she bit her lower lip and looked up at him; as soon as she did, her face flushed, and she nodded and looked away bashfully. His lips went to her neck, she turned her head to the side and looked at the moon nervously, a couple more days and it would be full.
PRESENT TIME THAT DAY
"You sure you don't want me to come with you?" Asked Grimmjaw, he and Ulquiorra were wearing gigais and staying in a room in the same resort Rukia and Ashido were.
"The mission is simple, kill the groom, take the bride, nothing more than a piece of cake," said Ulquiorra.
"Yeah, just like the one waiting for us on top of Ichimaru's table. You better get her back fast Ulquiorra, I want me a piece of that cake, you think it's chocolate or strawberry?" Ulquiorra said nothing and walked towards the window.
"Hey aren't you getting out of that gigai?"
"No, it helps hide my reiatsu ; I will dispose of it when I attack them."
"Okay, good luck," said Grimmjaw grabbing the television remote and turning it on.
Even in a gigai Ulquiorra found it easy to get into their cottage; he climbed to the second floor balcony and waited patiently, the lights were off, it appeared they were asleep. He opened one of the curtains slightly, to look inside. His stoic eyes lost their impassiveness, and they widened in shock.
Rukia clasped the sheets nervously and closed her eyes as she felt him part her legs; he positioned himself in between and stroke her hip comfortingly.
"Don't worry, relax," he whispered in her ear, and she nodded. She was thankful everything was dark, it made the situation less awkward since she couldn't see everything too well. As long as she could see his face as she made love with him, the rest didn't matter, "here, it goes," he whispered; she took a deep breath. He placed his erection at her entrance, and pierced through her innocence in one swift movement, hissing at groaning in satisfaction of finally being inside of her.
Rukia wrapped her arms around his neck, and bit on his shoulder to keep herself from screaming. She was a shinigami; she could take the pain, she wouldn't scream, even if the stinging was painful. Although she didn't voice her complaints, Ashido felt her tense; he remained still inside of her, waiting for her to adjust to him. Her rubbed her hip gently, and trailed kisses down her neck. He struggled to control himself , she just felt so good.
"I'm okay now," she whispered in his ear, though she sounded a little bit pained. He kissed her lips briefly, then started to gently move inside of her. This time, she couldn't hold it in, and she let out a yelp, holding on to him tightly.
As the minutes passed, the stinging eased, and she was able to respond to his caresses. She ran her arms up his chest, and sucked on his neck. Delighted to hear him moan she nipped his ear, running her tongue down his neck, and to his chest. As a response to this, his thrusts quickened, hitting a chord inside of Rukia, and very suddenly, she felt lust. Her hips bucked against his, meeting his thrusts, and driving him deeper inside of her. Her eyes hazed, and when she opened them they were a darker shade of purple; she looked into Ashido's eyes and noticed that his eyes were also a deeper shade of blue. He lowered his lips to hers, and captured them in a kiss, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, and devouring her completely. Seconds later he parted for breath, and his lips trailed back down to her neck.
She turned her head to the side and looked at the moon. There was a male silhouette there, but she was so consumed in passion that her mind didn't quite register what was happening. She was able to focus on the figure's wide green eyes, and looking into them heightened her excitement. She bit her lower lip and moved her body seductively against Ashido's, their hips coming together in perfect unison. She placed a hand behind his neck, and led it to her aching breast; he suckled on it fiercely. With one final look into the figure's stunning green orbs, she looked up at the ceiling, her walls contracted around Ashido's erection, and she arched her back off the bed, hitting her hips hard against his, taking him as far into her as she could. Not much later, Ashido thrust into her, almost violently, and spilled his seed inside of her.
It took them a while to come back down from their high; when it was finally over, he rolled off of her and wrapped his arms around her.
"You okay?" He asked breathing heavily; he traced his finger along her spine. She nodded, buried her head in the crook of his neck, then pulled away to kiss him on the lips.
"I'm just a…a little tired," she admitted giggling as she tried to keep her breathing even; he laughed and kissed her forehead.
"Go to sleep, I won't work you any more tonight."
"You mean you're still…?" she asked looking up at him surprised; he laughed.
"Honey, when it comes to you I'm insatiable, but I won't ask any more from you tonight, you've been through enough. Now go to sleep," he said closing his eyes as he embraced her. She listened to his steady breathing, and was able to tell when he fell asleep.
She kissed his chest, and blushed remembering the night's events. But when she remembered a certain part of it, she gasped; she covered her mouth afraid she would awake Ashido. Had he really been there? Was there really a figure outside the balcony? He couldn't have gone so far as to watch her…right? Rukia quickly shook the though, she had been wasting too many thoughts on that Espada lately, and she would now allow those thoughts to ruin her honeymoon. It was only her imagination, the Espada was not there, especially not looking shocked, that man knew no emotion, it couldn't have been him.
"Where's the girl?" Asked Grimmjaw when Ulquiorra walked in through the door. He looked troubles, something Grimmjaw found very odd, "well?"
"The timing was not appropriate."
"Why not?"
"She was….with…she was with her husband."
"So."
"You don't understand, she was, with, him."
"So," said Grimmjaw carelessly, "they were distracted, it would have made it easier."
"We will do it tomorrow Grimmjaw. And tomorrow, you will be assisting me."
"Fine," sighed Grimmjaw; he flopped down on one of the twin beds and turned off the light. Ulquiorra sat down on the edge of his own bed, and stared at the ceiling. What happened to him back there, it wasn't that her cared, but he couldn't stop staring at her, her body, her eyes.
"That trash has become more troublesome than expected," he whispered to himself; he dismissed the though quickly, and lied down on the bed."
