A/N, Ok this is an angsty chapter with lots of IchiRuki. Thanks for all the great reviews, I heart your faces!

I don't own Bleach or Cruel Intentions.

Chapter 7 – Physical Pain

Orihime's Guest Room-

Orihime is lying on the bed sobbing and a knock is heard.

"Who is it?" she snuffled.

"It's Moka"

Orihime gets up and unlocked the door quickly to find Moka standing there looking concerned. Moka comes inside the room and immediately sits on the bed, beckoning Orihime to join her.

"Are you okay?"

Orihime's red-brown locks were disheveled and her eyes were red from crying,
"No!"

Moka patted the younger girls back sympathetically, "Calm down, tell me what's wrong."

Orihime spoke quietly while averting her eyes, "Something...something awful happened last night?"

Moka jumped a bit for theatrics, "What do you mean!"

Orihime shifted on the bed nervously, "I...I don't think you want to know."

Moka faced the girl head on and firmly put her hands on her shoulders, "Spill!"

"It involves, a family friend...he...took advantage of me."

Moka seemed shocked, "What family friend?" She honestly didn't know there was anyone else involved, she assumed Ichigo had fucked her.

Orihime blushed while tears still dripped down her face, "Shuheii..err ..Hisagi."

Moka laughed suddenly, she couldn't stifle the joy of hearing that her brother had his balls so damn far into that girls purse that he actually recruited a friend for his bad deeds, she made a mental note to verbally castrate him later.

"Hey!" Orihime cried, "Why are you laughing?"

Moka composed herself, "I'm sorry...its just..Hisagi is really hot and he's a tennis pro."

"I know."

Moka smirked, "Does your mother know?"

Orihime shook her head, "If she knew, she'd kill me. It happened at your house last night."

Moka's purple eyes flashed as she imagined the tall, dark, and sexy Hisagi fucking the virgin in all sorts of ways. "Why didn't you stop him?"

Orihime looked dejected, "I don't know."

Moka sighed, "So let me get this straight? You came over to our house late last night and he forced intercourse on you?"

"Well...not exactly."

Moka blinked confused, "He made you give him a blow job?"

"No."

"Well what then?" Moka noticed her tone seemed a bit rough then and she said softer, "Tell me dear..."

Orihime paused then whispers into Moka's ear.

"He ate you out?"

Orihime blushed, "If that's what you call it."

Moka shrugged, "I think you're going to have a hard time crying rape if that's all he did."

"What do I do then?"

Moka thought for a second, "Well, did you like it?"

Orihime clasped her hands together, "Well...I don't know- it was weird. At first it felt icky, then it felt kind of okay. Then, I started getting really hot and then I started shaking and then like, I don't know...it felt like an explosion, but a good one..."

Moka's laugh rang loud then, "Orihime!" still laughing, "You had an orgasm!"

"I did?"

Moka smiled, "I'm so proud of you. You're becoming a woman.."

"I am?"

"Yes, now listen. Now that you're on your way, it would be stupid of you to stop. Think of Hisagi as a tutor. Let him instruct you."

Orihime scrunched her face, "I don't love him. I love Uryu," she whined.

"So? Don't you want to make Uryu a happy pappy? Practice makes perfect, Orihime. My advice is to sleep with as many people as possible," Moka said with a wise hint to her voice.

Orihime gasped, "But...but that would make me a slut!"

Then the auburn haired girl looked to Moka, "Wouldn't it?"

Moka sighed as if Orihime was missing some obvious information, "Orihime, everybody does it. It's just that nobody talks about it."

Orihime ponders this for a minute then whispers, "It's like a secret society?"

Moka plucked a piece of Orihime's hair from her face, "That's one way of looking at it.."

Orihime's big gray eyes lit up, "Cool..."

Estate Gardens-

Rukia is sitting on the grass reading, her tiny legs pulled up beneath her. The book she is reading is rather sad, and she finds herself crying lightly. Rukia wipes her eyes and absentmindedly picks a blue flower near her foot, she puts it in her inky hair and continues to read.

Ichigo's Room-

Ichigo is looking out his window with a pair of binoculars and Moka walks in, heels clicking, making her presence known.

"I just had a nice chat with Orihime. I don't think Hisagi will have to try so hard next time, I practically spread her legs for him."

"Yippy," Ichigo said in a bored tone.

Moka suddenly eyes Ichigo, he seemed different- even looked different. Ichigo appeared paler than usual, he was dressed much more casually in a pair of red running pants and a light gauzy black hoodie. He seemed...less intimidating?

"Who are you spying on, you fruit?"

Ichigo handed the binoculars to his sister, "Take a look for yourself."

Moka looked into the binoculars to see a teary Rukia still sitting and reading in the garden.

"Yeah," Ichigo said nonchalantly.

Moka snorted, "Good god! She looks like an American Eagle ad. And look! The wittle baby's crying, she's upset by the big bad book."

Ichigo ripped the binoculars from her hands, "Shut up."

Moka suddenly was pissed, "What the fuck is your problem bitch boy?"

Her cheeks were now flushed and he could see she was about to flip the fuck out, all the years they lived together as step siblings, Ichigo had always paid her special attention, he could see she was annoyed by his fixation on the girl.

Ichigo smiled at Moka mockingly, "Nothing dear sister."

Moka narrowed her eyes, "She's really getting to you, isn't she?"

Ichigo huffed, "If you must know, yes. I don't know what to do. I can't stand the holier than thou bullshit and yet, I'm completely infatuated with her."

Ichigo paused and looked down, "She...she made me laugh."

Moka threw her hands up in the air, "And that's why your losing this bet?"

"I'm not losing the bet. It's just taking longer than I expected."

Moka stuck her hand out waiting for Ichigo to put something in it.

Ichigo looked at her reaching hand, "What?"

"Do you mind I have my new Porsche keys, I wanna take it out for a ride?"

Ichigo frowned, "Moka, the only thing you're going to be riding is me. Now if you'll excuse me I have work to do."

Moka raised a brow as her furious step-brother stormed out of the room.

"Looky looky...who's a sucker now..." she said in amazement.

Estate Gardens-

Rukia continued reading her book and didn't notice the steps coming behind her, suddenly she catches a glimpse of orange and puts her book down.

"Am I bothering you?"

Rukia laughed, "No, not at all. Have a seat."

Ichigo sits down next to her, he notices that she looks breathtaking in the blue flowers of the garden and sees the one she stuck in her hair. He really wanted to kiss her then, make his sister's ugly words and motives go out of his mind.

Instead he just said, "You look very lovely today."

Rukia blushed, "How many other girls have you said that to today?"

Ichigo frowned, "None. I also doubt any would look as beautiful as you- anywhere."

Rukia fidgeted, "Well...I'm reading a new book..."

"Yeah and by the red rims around your eyes, I can see its a comedy," he said sarcastically.

"Oh...its just sad...in a beautiful way..." Rukia paused, "Do you know what I mean?"

Suddenly her orange haired companion got very quiet and drew his legs up to his chest, "Yes...yes I do," his voice was low.

"But, I think I need to cheer you up," Ichigo said suddenly.

Rukia scowled, "How are you going to do that dummy?"

Ichigo grinned mischievously and slowly turned to her, he leaned over her small body on the grass and a look of alarm fell on her face.

"Ichi-"

Ichigo grabbed up the tiny girl and began to tickle her mercilessly and she giggled and laughed so hard real fat tears were coming out of her eyes.

The two were rolling around on the grass attacking each other playfully until Ichigo landed flush on top of her. There was a moment of tense silence and Ichigo watched Rukia's beautiful face closely looking for a sign of anything.

She was panting and his body felt incredible pressed to hers and suddenly she was paralyzed.

Ichigo took a minute to let her protest, then he dove in for a kiss. He didn't ease his lips on hers or "ask for entrance," he literally devoured her mouth, he was frantic- kissing her like it was his only chance.

He grabbed her hair roughly and planted hot open mouth kisses on her cheek and neck. Rukia had long lost composure and was kissing him just as feverishly. Both of the small girls hands were gripping his shirt and she was sucking his tongue and moaning into his mouth.

Ichigo heard her cry out his name in passion and he hissed with pleasure, his groin was on fire and she tasted like mints and ice. He couldn't control any part of his body anymore he was nipping her neck and licking the marks he was leaving, her body was arched and pressed right into his.

Ichigo could feel her grinding onto his erection as they made out and he didn't think he could handle much more of this without taking here right there in the garden. Rukia felt his mouth all over her neck and the tops of her chest; everywhere his mouth touched it felt like it was on fire.

Soon he was sucking on the top of her cleavage and his hand was running soft lines on her inner thighs, she was wet as hell and suddenly she pushed him away- hard.

Ichigo immediately stood up, "I'm sorry about that," his voice was still dripping with lust and his eyes looked pitch black now.

Rukia was splayed out on the ground below him, her hair was everywhere and her skin was pink, she was breathing like she had forgotten how, "I am too," her voice was strained.

Ichigo paced above her for a minute and then suddenly looked angry, "You know what? I don't take it back," he said pointing a finger down on the flustered girl.

Rukia blinked her big dark lashes wet with different emotions, "What are you doing to me?"

Ichigo's amber eyes softened and he ran a hand through messy orange locks, "I love you, you can disagree all you want Rukia...but...I know it, I can feel it all the time."

Rukia fixed her dress now and stood up from the ground, she was trying to look in control but was failing miserably, "I thought you said we were going to be friends."

Ichigo's chest felt a familiar pain, "I can't handle it. I can't keep my feelings bottled up like you. Can you honestly tell me that you feel nothing for me," his voice cracked and suddenly sounded very dismal, "Tell me!"

Rukia looked at him her indigo eyes trying to read his soul and it sucked him in, he caught his breath as he drowned in her gaze.

"I have feelings for you."

Ichigo's body seemed to snap back into place at that hope, "Then what's wrong? I love you Rukia. It's not like you have a husband, unless you're married to Jesus."

Rukia scowled, "That's not fair."

Ichigo was breathing heavily with anxiety now, "Why can't we be together?"

He looked down at the small girl standing in front of him, her little hands curled into fists that were shaking, she was trying to be tough but her body was wracking with stifled sobs.

"You really want to know why this can't happen Ichigo?"

"Yes," he said thickly.

Rukia touched his hand lightly-wistfully, tears were running freely down her face.

"Tell me baby...tell me why you can't love me," he said, voice also breaking with emotion.

"It's because...I don't trust myself with you," Rukia took a deep breath as if it hurt to get this out, "I took a vow and because of you I'm tempted to break it. Don't destroy that for me. Please."

Ichigo felt his eyes sting and he looked away, "This physically hurts... no one ever said..." his voice trailed off, "You are hurting me so much right now Rukia!"

Rukia's big eyes went blank and she grabbed her book, "I'm sorry," she said simply and walked towards the house leaving him standing there feeling more alone the he had ever felt.

Ichigo's Bedroom-

Ichigo stormed up to his room just wanting a damn moment to breathe, he walks in to find Orihime giving a rather content looking Hisagi a blow-job on his bed.

"Oh for fucks sake!"

Orihime looked up, startled and Hisagi laughs, "Hey Ichigo, what up," he says casually.

"Look you two...fucks...I'm having a rotten day, do you think if you guys don't mind you could get your stupid fucking faces out of MY room!"

Hisagi shrugged, "Little Miss Inoue here might be able to kiss your pain away, she's been kissing my pain for an hour now..."

Orihime grinned devilishly, "I think I know how to cheer you up," she crawls across the bed and starts to unzip his pants, he backs up enough from the bed to make her stupid ass fall right onto the floor with a thud.

"OW! YOU DICK!"

Hisagi vaguely looks over to Orihime in a heap on the floor, "Oh wow that looked like it might leave a mark," he said with a yawn.

Hisagi pulls up his pants grabs Orihime's wrist and drags her up, "Hey honey, lets go fuck in my car...I have an Escalade."

Orihime just nods and then sticks her tongue out at Ichigo as they leave his room.

Ichigo snarls in disgust and then slams the door behind them.

Rukia's Guest Room Later-

It had been a terrible evening so far for Rukia, she was depressed and confused but mostly feeling guilty. She laid there all tangled up in the black satin sheets, her hair messy and her small body was only covered by a pink slip dress; her head hurt and she felt more out of control then ever.

Rukia picked up the book from earlier and thought about reading it but a sour taste formed in her mouth and instead she chucked it across the room.

A sudden loud knocking at her door made her bolt upright and try to straighten her messy black hair quickly.

"Come in," she said without much conviction.

After a moment the tall orange haired boy stepped cautiously into the room, he look dejected.

"I just came to say goodbye," his voice was very quiet.

Rukia suddenly felt angry and her face flushed red, "Where are you going?"

"Back to the city. I may take off to Europe for the rest of the summer. I just can't handle it around here...anymore."

Rukia's head fell and her fists tightened until her nails were possibly breaking skin, "Fine then, I think that's for the best."

Rukia noticed Ichigo looked a wreck, he had on jogging sweats, his face was sweaty but pale, he seemed...distant. His beautiful amber eyes were hard and she could tell he was trying to keep it under control. Mostly he looked hauntingly handsome though, she had never seem him display such incredible emotion with just his body.

"Good for you," she heard him snip.

"Ichigo, please. I don't want us to end on bad terms," Rukia now got off the bed and walked over to him.

Ichigo could barely feel his legs, he was so depressed, destroyed, he felt sick. Here was Rukia letting him go for the "greater good" and she wasn't going to stop him. As she came closer to him, he appraised her tiny, precious milky body, her shiny black hair, and those giant blue eyes. Smirking he realized- she was always too good for him. He had been a fool.

Ichigo put a hand up to stop her from coming any closer to him, "Well, I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter. You make me sick. You're a hypocrite and I don't associate with hypocrites," his voice was cold.

Rukia's indigo eyes filled up with fresh pooling tears, "How am I a hypocrite?"

"Oh please Rukia. You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love. Well here it is. Right in front of you, but you're going to turn your back on it. I'm sorry that were not at the age where we can get married. If we were, I'd propose, but that's not going to happen. So I guess we're just fucked. I'll move on, but you...you're going to have to live with yourself knowing you've turned your back on love. And THAT makes you a hypocrite."

Ichigo spent his last ounce of drained energy and headed towards the door, "Have a nice life, " he threw up a hand in the air waving her off.

Suddenly as Ichigo was about to turn the handle and exit he felt a sudden throttle to his body and he looked down- a sobbing little raven haired beauty was clinging on to him for dear life, "Please don't go."

Ichigo's chest once again was in so much pain, his throat felt so tight he couldn't breathe, "Get off me."

Rukia grabbed his face with both her hands and pulls herself up to kiss him. Her delicious mouth was desperately trying to convince him to stay and Ichigo's chest was suddenly no longer hurting as he drew her body up to his and her legs automatically looped around his waist.

They stumbled over to her bed, Ichigo was kissing her deeply and his tongue was trying to taste every inch of her mouth, she was moaning and writhing in his arms with intense emotions and desire.

Ichigo's brain stopped functioning as he throws her onto the bed, her chest was heaving as she panted for air. Her little pink slip dress was disheveled and out of place exposing beautiful parts of Rukia he had never seen. She just laid there waiting...he ran a hand up her soft thigh and this gained him a gasp from the small girl.

Rukia wanted him more than anything in the world. Somewhere in the middle of his tirade she had decided that she was indeed in love with him and now she wanted him to possess her. Her breasts were now exposed to him and she is still crying desperately. Ichigo had never seen a more desirable creature.

Ichigo slowly starts to push her small dress up and left her in nothing but black panties, her beautiful body was glowing then in the dim light of the room, she literally made him dizzy with lust.

Ichigo leaned his long body over hers and started sucking hard on her neck feeling her pulse into his mouth, he could feel her little heart beating wildly for him. Suddenly he pulled back and stood above her looking down at her on the bed, he wanted to fuck her so much, to make her his own, he wanted so much- but

"I'm sorry ...I can't"

Rukia's tear stained face gazed up at him shocked, and Ichigo is already gone and out the door.

Ichigo's Room-

A few minutes later Ichigo storms into his room closes the door and then leans on it, his breathing was erratic.

"Shit," he said aloud, "Shit shit shit." Ichigo wiped his eyes and felt moisture, he was crying, "shit."

Ichigo walked over to his mirror and gazed on his face with horror, "Get it together you pussy!"

A/N Poor Ichigo and Rukia...geez...well I hope you like my story, your reviews rock!