Warning: Contains sexual acts (rape)

Sunday.

Ice cream?

Then how about a Strawberry Sunday!

Waking up with a smile, the girl found her invisible body aching. All that dancing had worn her out. What she noticed was her neck had 3 huge, swelling marks. They were fresh wounds from teeth and she immediately covered it with a dab of make-up. She turned to face her partner who happened to be asleep shirtless. The tie hung loosely around his neck as if hinting something had happened last night.

"9:00 am. How long to midnight?"

A lazy voice answered her question.

"15 hours"

She propped her palms under her chin as she studied her expression in the mirror. Her transparent fingertips felt against wooden dresser and traced small circles on the texture. It occurred to her that she had missed the last day of school, which had been Friday. Glancing up at the window she starred at the summer sun. If she were a normal teenage girl she would have shaken her boyfriend awake and dragged him out for fun at the local beach, but that was now impossible.

"Rukia?"

"Hmm?"

"Come here for a second."

Leaving her resting position, she plopped down on the bed next to her partner. His usual scowl was replaced with a grin and he threw her over his stomach so they were laying exactly on top of each other. His hand ventured across her figure. Even though he couldn't see it, he could feel the skin and skeleton. She discarded the dress she had worn so he could work around her more sensitive parts. His strokes relaxed her and for a moment everything ended.

"Miss Kuchiki?"

She refused to answer and shut her eyes tightly closed.

"Darling, it's me"

Her senses screamed it was a lie.

"I've got Ichigo."

The violet orbs shot open and she became faced with the King of the Hallows.

Aizen.

The scene unraveled for her and a gasp caught in her throat. A broken and bleeding Kurosaki was tied to a scarlet wall on the opposite side of the room. She outreached for him, but a bond held her back. She turned her head, peeking behind her to see that Ichimaru Gin was locking her arms and feet in a kido. His long mouth hissed a greeting.

"What do you want? I haven't cried in a wee so..."

Pale skin covered her mouth.

"But look at you honey, your almost completely evaporated."

He let go and whipped his hand on her hair.

"Filthy"

He began to walk toward the substitute shinigami and laughed as Rukia shouted protests. A sword appeared in the older mans hand and he brought it against the boys neck. Curving it around in a threatening manner. The whispers of Espada watching danced on the girls bare body. The freezing feeling made her realize she was nude.

"WHY AM I NAKED?"

"Shut up."

"I demand a explanation and let him go!"

The tainted amount of space was closing in around Rukia. She saw a pale man, green eyes and a large 4 painted on his chest. The way he glared at her made her shiver. He snaked one arm around her waist, lifting her over his head. She struggled to speak, but a cloth was gagging her speech.

"Ulquiorra you may proceed with the penetration."

She was confused with what he was commanding.

"Sex. We will take what makes any girl cry when it is gone. Their virginity."

Ichigo was hollering with rage. His hallow resurrection form was already on and he was clawing at the ropes. The Espada forced his body onto hers. She felt his manhood enter her pure area. Her tears spilt out, her ties broke off as her neck disappeared. Faster then before, her mouth and nose were gone. All that was left was her vision. As she gazed up all she saw was the emotionless face of Aizen's hallow creation.

She was gone.

Vaporized.

Evaporated.

Alone.

The shaking body, the sweaty hands. They were invisible. The Hogyoku that had been in her body was taken out and it was death for her. She could still breath and see, but what was that useful when the world and Soul Society was about to be taken away.

"Rukia."

Ichigo?

"I'm here"

I'm not.

"Are you alive?"

Barely.

"I love you"

I love you too.

Something wet fell on her body. They were tears. Ichigo's tears. He cried. He never cried. Not for Inoue. Not for his father. Not for his mother. Not even for the death of fellow comrades. But now his tears were being shed onto her violated body.

"I...Ichigo"

As she spoke, her milky skin became visible again. Her feet, her arms, her anatomy was coming back. Instead of it being transparent, it was clear. A human eye could judge it. It appeared just as his tears hit her.

"Your coming back!"

"Yes. Thanks to you."

She was now fully recovered. She reached for his hair and tugged him down into a kiss. He cradled her cloth less frame and dressed her in the black kimono of a soul reaper. Once again he held her and returned home. Their home.

And for once she began to genuinely cry.

Thankfully not disappearing.