A/N Ok this one is a bit long and IchiRuki fans...some parts might make you cringe, but I promise it is all important to the story. Also I must reiterate, ICHIGO WILL NOT DIE-NO WORRIES FOLKS. Another thing MOKA IS NOT ICHIGO'S BLOOD SISTER THEY ARE STEP SIBLINGS...

Anyways I changed this up a bit from the original storyline and added some of my own stank on it :-) Thanks for all the reviews! Enjoy!

Oh and I don't own Bleach or Cruel Intentions

Chapter 5- Nobody Likes Me

Rukia was breathing hard as she jogged on her morning run. She had on little black running shorts that fell just below her ass cheeks and a orange sports bra. She always prided herself on taking care of her body physically- since her poor mother hadn't been blessed with good health.

Rukia suddenly heard the whirring of a motor and she turned jogging backwards a little to see Ichigo driving a golf cart coming up the way, obviously to catch up to her.

Rukia just scowls not wanting an intense moment right now during her morning routine and knowing nothing about Ichigo wasn't intense.

"Need a lift?" Ichigo asked playfully as he caught up to her.

Rukia's scowl deepened, "No thank you."

"How are you today?" Ichigo asked brightly.

Rukia eyed him as she came to a stop and so did the golf cart, "Oh, give it up."

Ichigo smiled and then laughed, "Oh right, last night. I guess I owe you an apology."

Rukia poked her finger right into his chest, her blue violet eyes fierce, "Look, I'm not going to speak another work to you till you realize you cannot intimidate me!"

Ichigo looked truly and innocently wounded, "I said I was sorry."

Rukia huffed and continued her jog leaving a confused Ichigo.

For a moment Ichigo truly felt fed up with the whole situation, he had no idea why she was so difficult to win over and was this really worth it? He looked at her running figure ahead, her small ass looking athletic and her black pony tail bobbing behind her. She ran with such grace and confidence- yes it was worth it.

Quickly Ichigo had caught up to her, jogging in dress slacks, a red polo, and dress shoes. He was going to great lengths for this chick.

"Have a nice sleep last night?"

Rukia noticed Ichigo running beside her, his long legs making it easy for him to keep up, "It was fine."

"I wish I could say the same for myself. I was up thinking about you all night."

Rukia blushed than cursed herself for lack of control, "I thought we agreed that we were going to be friends?"

Ichigo sighed, "Yes, well unfortunately I can't just switch the "on" button to "off." The sad fact of the matter is that you've unintentionally rubbed off on me."

Rukia stopped running and turned to him, her chest heaving a bit from the exercise, "And that's a bad thing?"

Ichigo averted his eyes a bit bashfully, "I'm trying to better myself, but the one person who can help me is the same one pushing me away."

Rukia's eyes flashed bright with irritation, "I'm not here to be your savior Ichigo."

Ichigo's eyes were pools of hot amber and he looked directly into her eyes, "Well try this one on for size, I think I'm falling in love with you."

Rukia snorted, "You don't even know me!"

"Don't you believe in love at first sight?"

"Yes, but only when it's mutual. And this is far from mutual Ichigo!"

Ichigo's face fell, and in his head he made a mental note that she was going to be tough as hell to crack.

"Ouch. Do you think we could spend some time together this morning?"

Rukia shook her head, her inky ponytail following her negative answer, "I can't I'm seeing a friend."

"Who?"

Rukia felt a pang of annoyance in her chest, "Why! That's none of your business."

Ichigo persisted, "How about tonight?"

Rukia shook her head again, "I'm busy."

"Doing what?"

"That's also none of your business," she said, her voice softer this time.

They had both long stopped running and were now bantering uncomfortably face to face. Rukia's absolute refusal to include Ichigo in any of her comings and goings was truly making him unhappy.

Rukia could see the boy's sudden grim face and wondered if he truly was hurting.

"Tell me what to do Rukia!" "Tell me how I can win your heart. I'll do anything. I can't get you out of my head."

Ichigo had realized his own voice suddenly had a desperate tone and he wondered if it was real or just really good acting, he was sure the line was becoming thin between the two.

"You truly want to do something to make me happy?"

"Yes," Ichigo answered immediately.

"And you promise to abide by it?" Rukia was being oddly calm with her words.

"Without question," he said firmly.

"Alright then," she said, "I want you to leave and go back to Tokyo."

"What!"

"If that's a problem, then I'll make arrangements to stay with some friends."

Once again Ichigo had found himself beyond pissed, he just stood there thinking-thinking hard, he saw her eyes waver for a moment but then they held a firm intense look.

"I'll leave this afternoon. Happy?" he snipped at her not disguising his anger at all.

Rukia frowned, "It's not about being happy. You can I can't..."

Ichigo threw his arms up in aggravation, "Goodbye." Rukia watched the orange haired boy jog away from her back towards the house. She was relieved and sad, relieved because the temptation of falling into his lustful lifestyle would be gone, and sad because she wanted so bad to have him.


Later on at lunch time just as Rukia had said, she had plans. She and her old friend Renji from Toba were walking on the beach. Both seem thoughtful and are gazing out onto the ocean.

"So, he told you he's falling in love with you? I've never known him to say those words before."

"Really? I thought he said it all the time?" Rukia didn't hide her surprise to her red headed companion.

Renji was getting stares from girls on the beach as they walked by, his tall body was covered in tribal tattoos and he was in perfect athletic shape. Too bad he had no use for all that.

"That's not his style Rukia, one thing I can say about Kurosaki is that he always speaks the truth."

Rukia snorts and suddenly has a very lost expression on her face.

Renji seemed to notice her disbelief of what he said, "What's up?"

Rukia shrugged, "Nothing."

"Well...is there something going on between you two?"

The raven haired girl sighed loudly, "No. I mean. I don't know? I guess?"

It was quiet for a moment then she said, "What else do you know about him?"

Renji shrugged, "Not a whole lot. We take some classes together. He's got a bad rep, but it's mostly bullshit."

"What do you mean," Rukia was curious as to what he meant.

"Well a lot of people at school are jealous because he is loaded."

Rukia sighed and looked out onto the ocean for an answer, her hair blew up into the wind and suddenly Renji looked at the innocent small girl and felt extremely guilty.

"Renji...I don't know I've been hearing some awful things about him.."

"From who?" Renji asked.

Rukia gave him a serious look, "I can't tell you. I'm sworn to secrecy."

Renji picked up Rukia's small hand and folded his large much warmer hand over hers, "Rukes, how long have we been friends?"

Rukia let out a defeated sigh, "Forever."

"Now it's my job to look out for you. You're like a kid sister to me. Do I look like some sort of gossip queen?" Suddenly Renji wanted to cringe at the word "queen."

Rukia smiled suddenly and let out one of her tinkling laughs,"Ok...you promise not to say anything?"

Renji put a hand to his heart as if to pledge, "On my mother's life."

"Okay..here goes..."


In another part of the city Ichigo is driving down the highway towards Tokyo, his cellphone glued to his ear and listens with great interest to the caller.


"That nosey bitch! Are you sure?"

Rukia had skipped off to buy them some drinks from a vendor and Renji is on a payphone out of her sight.

"I'm positive."

Ichigo growls over the phone, "Did you do everything I asked you to?"

"Yes."

"You told her I never said I love you before?" Ichigo had to be sure Renji played this right.

"Yes damnit! I told her everything you told me to say!"

There was a pause on the line, "Do you think she bought it?"

Renji sighed, "Yes, I'm pretty sure she did."

"Pretty sure or sure sure?"

Renji dropped his head, "I'm sure."

"I'll be in touch," with that the line went dead.

Kurosaki Townhouse- Tokyo

Moka is sitting in front of the television scowling at a video of Ishida and Orihime playing the cello together, laughing, flirting, but doing absolutely nothing of value.

"Christ! Enough with the music! Fuck her already!" Moka spat, throwing the remote at the T.V.

Ichigo burst into the living room interrupting his step-sister's tirade, "You would not believe what-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Moka cut him off, "Shh!"

Still playing on the television is Ishida finishing a song and Orihime applauding like some dumb cow. She continued to watch their childish and awkward flirting as Ishida shakes her hand goodbye.

"Idiot!" Moka shook her head in disgust, "These two are so hopeless..."

Suddenly Moka turned around realizing Ichigo had just been all riled up to tell her something, "So...what's wrong with you then?"

Ichigo excited about his new gossip plopped onto the couch right next to her and she growled slightly in aggravation.

"You ready for this? I've recently discovered that our good friend Mrs. Inoue is the one who sent the letter to Rukia urging her to stay away from me."

Moka's purple eyes flicked and her lips curled up into a smile, "How intriguing..."

Ichigo nodded, "I now plan to devote all my energies to destroying the douche bag. Any luck corrupting her daughter?"

Moka threw her long arms over her head in annoyance, "Hell no that girl is dense as hell!"

Ichigo's eyes darkened, "Call Orihime up and get her to come over. I'll bust that cherry in a heartbeat."

Moka sighed even more aggravated, "Well dummy, the plot thickens it seems my Orihime has fallen for her music teacher."

Ichigo chuckled, "Ooo, I'm sure Mrs. Inoue will love that.

Moka nodded, "Not to mention Kaien Shiba. Unfortunately Uryu is moving with the speed of a Special Olympic bobsledder."

Ichigo raised an orange brow at his step-sister's obvious frustration, "What's your plan of attack?"

Moka's eyes got very dark, "I rat out Orihime to mommy. Mommy goes ballistic and ends their little love fest. Boo Fuckin Hoo!"

Moka's well endowed chest was now heaving with fury and her eyes were wild, usually this was when Ichigo's fantasies about her would start to run rampant. Something today felt different, she wasn't petite, she didn't have silk black hair that if you got close enough smelled like flowers, and her eyes weren't filled with an innocence to break your heart. Frankly he was less turned on and more weirded out by her fixation on the girl.

"But who will they turn to for help?"

Moka smiled and sat on Ichigo's lap, " Orihime is planning to go away with Kaien next week. I'll need you to speed up her sexual awakening."

Ichigo grimaced, "That thing? I'd rather speed up your sexual awakenings..."

Moka snorted, "Like you need to teach ME anything..."

Ichigo fell back into old ways and he began to rub Moka's shoulders, "I'm at your service."

Moka moaned a bit, "Thank you. Mmmm, that feels good."

"Oh sis you're so tense..."

Moka stuck out her bottom lip and pouted, "I hate it when things don't go my way, it makes me so horny.."

"I hate it too."

Ichigo removed his hands form her shoulders and slides one hand under her skirt.

"Oh baby, your soaking."

Moka sighed, "I know."

Moka closed her eyes and her long dark lashes cast a shadow on her cheeks, she reached over and rubbed his crotch and began unzipping his fly.

Ichigo let out an involuntary moan and he heard Moka say in a husky voice, "Any luck with your girl?"

Ichigo's eyes were closed now enjoying her touch, he had so much sexual tension built up from Rukia over the past days, "Any day now..."

Suddenly Moka's hand was gone, "Well, let me know when you do. Until then- no pussy...sorry babe."

Moka gets up off the couch and skips off to her bedroom.

"Bitch," Ichigo hissed, he closed his eyes again leaning back on the couch imagining hands running over his chest, touching his face, small pink lips licking his cock, and big blue innocent eyes staring at him, Rukia's eyes.


Later that night, Ichigo was laying in bed feeling rather unhappy, between his bitch step-sister and Rukia not warming up to him, he felt very insecure.

The orange haired grump kept looking at his cellphone over and over, finally he grabs it up and dials.

"Hi, it's Ichigo...I didn't wake you did I?"

In the guest room at the Rosemond estate Rukia is sitting in bed talking on the other end of the phone.

"No, not at all."

"Well, I was just calling to see how you're doing, how was your date?" Ichigo's voice sounded strained on the other line, Rukia felt a pang of sadness to hear him sound so defeated.

"I'm...I'm alright, but it wasn't a date. He's just a friend."

After a moment of uncomfortable silence Ichigo said rather softly, "Well, I was just calling to tell you I was thinking about you and I...I miss you. I'll let you go."

"Wait!" Rukia blurted out, "Don't hang up."

"Okay?"

"What are you doing? She asked.

Ichigo was surprised she asked and rolled over onto his stomach like a high school girl on the phone, "Well...I was trying to sleep but I can't get your big beautiful eyes out of my dreams.

Rukia blushed on the other line, "I will admit...I also am missing your company?"

Ichigo feigned hurt, "Just my company?"

Rukia sighed into the phone, "No...maybe more of you.."

Ichigo felt himself smiling like a fool, "The part you felt in the pool?"

"Ichigo.." she warned.

"No, I'm through with my childish games when it comes to you. Can I see you soon?"

"Sure."

"That's all the hope I need Rukia, OK well you have a good night."

"I will..." Rukia seemed to want to say something but then she just said, "Good night, call me tomorrow."

"I will."

Ichigo shut his phone and tried closing his eyes once more, he was focusing on a blond named Gretchen he had laid a few weeks back for a dream-scape.

"Oh...Ichigo..." the blond moaned as he put two fingers into her tight pussy. The girls eyes rolled back into her head in ecstasy and as Ichigo pumped his hand in and out of her slick sex, he kissed her little pink lips fiercely. Suddenly Ichigo felt something out of place and gazed down at the writhing creature below him, and big blue eyes had refocused on him, "What's wrong babe?" That voice...that body...it was of course Rukia. Ichigo frantically threaded his fingers into her silky hair and kissed her till he couldn't breathe, now his hands seemed to greedily grab any part of her he could. He had long pulled his fingers out of her and began to lick his way down her smooth stomach, she was squirming under his hot tongue. When Ichigo ran his tongue over her wet clit she arched her body into his face and he could taste something no man has probably tasted before, he moaned inadvertently at her intoxicating flavor as he began to lick her pussy till he could feel her beginning to cum*

A loud ringing is heard and Ichigo sits right up in bed, sweaty, and aggravated, searching for the source of the noise. His cellphone is lit up and going off, he grabs it and answers it not even looking at the caller I.D. "Whoever this is can go fuck themselves!" He threw the phone into the wall.

Next Day- Downtown Tokyo

Moka is browsing through fur coats in an upscale boutique downtown. Her long pink haired is swept up into a loose bun with pieces falling by her face, she is dress impeccably in a small black dress with leather knee high boots.

A saleswoman returns to her, "Here Miss Kurosaki, here's something you might like."

Moka reads the label, "Do you have any real fur?"

The saleswoman looks alarmed, "No. All our fur is faux."

Moka shrugged and scowled, "Of course. The animals. How silly of me."

The saleswoman walks away as if sensing some evil and Moka's scowl deepens, a small girl is sitting there looking at her slurping on some little sucker.

"Fuck off," Moka mouths to her.

Seeing Mrs. Inoue approaching, Moka "shoos" the child away with her hands.

"I got your message and came as quick as I could."

Moka plastered a warm smile on her face, "I hope I didn't keep you from something."

"Not at all. What's wrong?" Mrs. Inoue asked.

Moka lets out a concerned sigh, "It's Orihime.."

"What about her?"

Moka hesitates, "Well...you promise you won't say anything to her. We've developed a friendship and..."

"Moka you have my word. It isn't drugs it is?"

Moka shook her head,"Worse I'm afraid. I think there's something going on between Orihime and her music teacher."

"Ishida? That's crazy," Mrs. Inoue exclaimed.

Moka feigned sadness, "I know...She's so young and he's so-"

"Common and lowly!" Mrs. Inoue chimed in.

"He's been sending her love letters that she hides under her doll house. I questioned whether or not to tell you, but something like this could destroy her reputation at Oakwood and I don't want to see her get hurt."

Moka picked out an expensive suit and approached the sales counter as she spoke, "I hope I did the right thing in telling you. I'd hate to see Orihime ruin things with an upstanding boy like Kaien."

Mrs. Inoue nodded profusely, "I cannot thank you enough."

"You will be discreet about this?"

Mrs. Inoue bobbed her head again, "Absolutely."

The sales woman looks at Moka and says, "Cash or charge?"

Moka looks through her purse vaguely, "Oh poo. I left my credit card at home."

Mrs. Inoue immediately pulls out her purse, "Let me get this for you."

"Oh please. I can't have you do that," Moka says in an innocent voice.

Mrs. Inoue smiled at her prized mentor, "It's the least I can do for someone as selfless as you."

The saleswoman cringed as she heard the elder woman speak to one of her frequent bitch customers so kindly.

Mrs. Inoue hands the saleswoman her credit card and Moka thanks her.

Moka waves as Mrs. Inoue leaves the store on a mission, probably to find Orihime and Moka smiles. "Well...a free 3,000 dollar suit, revenge on that little skank...well done Moka," she congratulates herself while leaving the store.

"Only nut-bags talk to themselves."

Moka turned to the voice and it belonged to the child she shooed away who was now sitting outside the shop on a bench.

Moka leaned in real close to the kid and whispered, "You shouldn't be out here alone child...some bad person might come by and snatch you up...you know what they do to little kids like that?"

The child's eyes were wide now and Moka was sneering, "They cut your little faces up and your arms off and-"

"Get over here Chrissy!" a woman yelled and the child timidly ran to her mother under Moka's demented gaze.

"Ha you fucker!" she exclaimed pleased with herself once again.

A/N Ok...that was fun right? Mean mean Moka...bad Renji...I know he wouldn't really sell Rukia out but oh well lol... Anyways if you want to read more RnR Love ya!

-VK