I'm back, sorry for the slow upload, again lots of work but here you are hehe. I will not be uploading this one for a little while because i need to focus on my other story a little more but shud have another chap up real soon! :)

WARNING: This chapter is a very heavy lime or light lemon, please read at your own will and if you're not old enough then please don't blame me.

I don't own bleach

This story contains lemons, language, violence, grief, adult themes etc.

Chapter 5

A Steamy Situation

Tranquillity had descended upon the Kuchiki household, the calm before the storm, Rukia thought, or hoped. It was time and her head was buzzing both excitement and apprehension, while she anxiously awaited the arrival of her brother. Three weeks today, she thought blissfully as she drew a ring around the data signalling Byakuya's return. However, as she left her much unused room, an old fear emerged, what if he didn't feel that way? What if the time in the living world had changed him? Had he met an earth girl to shack up with? She shook her head, she had been over this too many time for comfort, losing sleep over her traumatic head and insecurity. She paced through the house one last time, catching the time and smiling happily. Nine. Then again, she wasn't sure what time he was coming home, but he can't be home that late, she thought. She had waited all this time, what's another one or two hours?

She made her way over to his chair, contemplating all the ways he could possibly play this. Should she lie across his bed wearing sexy pyjamas? Or, sit in his chair in an erotic way? The very thought was making her skin break out in goose pimples. She pondered for a while, unable to assess the situation. She lowered herself into his familiar chair, now knowing each curve of the frame. She rested her head back, not realising how exhausted she was. She watched the hypnotic flames dance in the fireplace, soon falling asleep in a flurry of dreams.

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Byakuya cursed to himself as he flash stepped home, reflecting on the captains meeting he had had to attend earlier. He had only been in the soul society five minutes before he had been sent a hell butterfly requesting his presence at the meeting immediately.

Subsequently it had made him pissed off and he had struggled to keep a straight face during the entire meeting. He cursed again, he was so close to snapping, not only had he been away for three weeks, but to add insult to injury, he had to be delayed another three hours, keeping him away from the woman whom he knew needed a good sorting out. He finally smiled; he hoped Rukia was awake and waiting for him. He increased his speed, trying to get home as soon as possible.

He recalled his weeks in the living world, chasing after Arrancar and then completing paperwork with the worst hosts ever. Urahara, who constantly waved his fan in an annoying way, talked about Yoruichi in his sleep and always made funny jokes, which to him, were not that funny. Two children who constantly argued and mucked around with brooms instead of cleaning, driving him around the bend. In addition to this, he spent hours following the soul society's leads to the Arrancar tracings and sightings to find that they lead to a dead end.

He sighed, trying to push the three weeks out of his mind, hard to do but not impossible. He turned his mind to the woman who was (hopefully) waiting at home for him. During his three-week absence, it had been hard to get her off his mind. She had been everywhere with him in the living world, he feared he was bordering on insanity. Of course, being who he is he had kept it to himself and never showed any feeling once to the people he came into contact with. She had been with him in the streets, with him at in the shops, with him at meal times, had lain next to him at night. This night however would be the real deal.

He could never shake off the scent of her fruity shampoo in her hair. How dark and soft it was. How her eyes shimmered with life and vibrancy. How when she is embarrassed her cheeks would flush and she would look away, too mortified to look him in the eyes. He loved her petite frame and how her body shook when she laughed.

He flash stepped to the maximum, using the majority of his reiatsu to get home. Luckily he made it within the next five minutes and slowed to a walk as he entered the gates. He could feel the stirrings of butterflies, how long had it been since he had felt these? The night he took Hisana? It was different this time, stronger and more urgent, greatly more.

Upon entering the house, he instantly began to look for her, checking every room and cursing when it wasn't the room she wasn't in. He stopped when he reached the dining room; he knew where she would be. He picked up his speed and flash stepped to his room before pushing the door open and smelling a strong scent. It wasn't hers, it was furniture polish, the stuff that the maids used to clean the rooms that weren't to be used for some time, so she hasn't been here, so that must mean, he looked up and confirmed his thoughts, reluctantly, she wasn't lying across his bed waiting for him. He cursed before turning abruptly; he was becoming more pissed off by the second. He checked the other rooms and sighed before dragging his feet into the last room, planning to slouch in his chair and debate to where she could have gotten. Had she gone out with friends and forgotten? Had she met a boy? Was she with Kurosaki? His hands clenched into fists at the young man's name. He tore his eyes from the ground and gasped as he saw Rukia asleep in his chair.

His heart skipped a beat as he saw her, curled up into the chair as if trying to retain heat despite the roaring fire. She was twitching in her sleep a little and she mumbled, his heart got faster as he swore he heard her say his name.

"Nii-sama," she whispered in her sleep as she shifted position a little.

Byakuya allowed himself a small smile, his anger dissolving instantly. He was smiling for many reasons, for one that she was safe and well, two, that she was dreaming about him, and three that she had called him that, he would have to punish her tomorrow. For now however, he would make sure she got a full nights sleep so that he could finally see to her in the morning.

He walked carefully over to her before he placed his hand under her and lifted her gently upwards. He cradled her to him as he turned and left the living room to take her to his room. She stirred and mumbled something incoherent as he carried her; perhaps she was having a bad dream again. He nudged open the partially open door further with his foot before carrying her to his bed. He kissed her forehead before placing her down in his bed and manoeuvring the covers from under her body and then laying it over her, keeping her warm. He smiled again as he walked away from her before looking through his drawers. He grabbed a pair of pyjama bottoms before making his way to the en-suite to change.

Rukia stirred more in her sleep, being sucked into her nightmare further as it enveloped her.

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Rukia stood in the large living room; the walls seemed to press inwards, making her feel claustrophobic despite its size. This wasn't happening, it couldn't, she had been so sure, she had been sure that he loved her and not this…this…blonde, long legged, long haired, stunning girl who was standing in front of her, Byakuya's arm wrapped around her.

"Rukia," Byakuya addressed her in his usual icy tone.

She reluctantly looked up at met his gaze, one which shattered her heart even further, it was an emotionless, cold and above all, loveless stare. She looked from him to the woman beside him, a goddess compared to her. She smiled a cruel smile and rested her head against Byakuya's shoulder, flaunting it and teasing Rukia vindictively.

"Did you hear what I said, Rukia?" Byakuya said again, bringing her attention to him.

Rukia stood, not wanting to replay the words in her head, not wanting to hear the callous words that he had etched into her mind.

"Well?!" he demanded, "Are you stupid, Rukia? Did you hear what I said or not?"

Rukia nodded a small nod as she tried to keep the tears from trickling down her face, she focused on the floor, trying to think of something more cheerful, funny, a joke Renji had told her, they had all left her mind now.

"Good," he said smugly, "Himeko and I will be married immediately, I want to you attend Rukia and I wish you out of our sights during the honeymoon."

Rukia nodded again, further provoking Byakuya's frustration at his incompetent sister, "Are you going to say anything or are you so obtuse that you cannot even speak."

"H-H-Hai," Rukia muffled slowly, hating how weak and feeble her voice was.

"You're right Byakushi," Himeko sneered, "She is a dim-witted little mouse."

Himeko laughed mockingly and Byakuya joined in as she stared at the floor and held back her annoying tears.

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Byakuya sat up as Rukia started to murmur in her sleep, she was twitching too, she sounded in pain. He strained his eyes in the darkness before opening the curtains to let in the moonlight; it cascaded into the room and lit it for him. He next to her and placed his hand on her forehead, she was burning up at an alarming rate.

"Rukia," he whispered gently as she struggled with her nightmare, "Please wake up."

She continued to mumble, but one word was clear, Byakuya. He froze, she was dreaming about him, and she had said his real name.

"Byakuya," she muttered, "You…can't…"

"Can't what?" Byakuya whispered loudly, even though he knew she couldn't hear her, he needed to know.

"Don't…please…"

"Don't what?" He said loudly, he shook her slightly, trying to help her wake up.

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"Rukia," Byakuya said loudly, "You can't what?"

Rukia frowned, "I-I-I didn't say anything."

"Rukia," he said again more urgently.

She gasped as the felt light on her feet, the ground was shaking badly and she felt as if her body was being shaken.

"Wake up!" Byakuya cried at her from across the room, why wasn't he shaking too? Why was she on the verge of losing her consciousness and Byakuya and Himeko weren't?

"Byakuya!" she called, her voice straining before her legs turned to jelly beneath her. She fell to the ground and blacked out upon impact, feeling no pain despite this.

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Rukia sat bolt upright, her eyes wide and dilated, her heart pounding and her lungs screaming for air. She clutched at the quilt and clung to it as the room started to become blurry and her head started to spin. She drew her knees up and rested her head between them, not noticing her brother who was sitting near to her.

Byakuya sat like a stone beside her, keeping his breathing quiet and counting in his head, keeping him occupied as Rukia woke up, our course he wanted to help her, but in her current state his help would only distress her more. He watched as her breathing slowed and she lifted her head upwards. In the moonlight, he noticed the delicate tears down her cheeks and the pain in her eyes.

"Byakuya…" she whispered.

"Yes," he replied, echoing her tone.

As to be expected she gasped and jumped ten foot in the air, making Byakuya chuckle to himself at her reaction. She clutched her already thumping heart and inhaled deeply. She risked turning her head but quickly carried on looking forward as she saw Byakuya sitting beside her.

"I-Is that you, Nii-sama?" she asked quietly.

Byakuya didn't answer; he only allowed himself a smirk while she calmed down for the second time.

"N-Nii-sama?" she asked again, turning her head to face him and immediately catching his soft gaze. His eyes were thawed of his usual icy gaze, they were full of the underneath emotion that he was capable of but never showed. He reached out quickly, seizing her hand, making her eyes widen in shock before she was pulled towards him and kissed ardently, making her dizzy all the more as she fell into his embrace. She placed her hands on his bare chest as she stood on her knees, making her slightly taller than him for a change as he knelt in front of her.

She broke away, only to breathe, she was gasping a little, and he left her completely breathless and as dizzy as a child who has spun around on the same spot too often and quickly.

"I told you not to call me that," he reminded her, "That was light punishment, if you persist on calling me that then I will have to punish you harder…" he warned her as he slipped his hands under her camisole top, stroking her soft skin so that goose pimples spread across her torso.

"You feel cold, Rukia," he said quietly, "I don't want you getting ill."

"I-I'm fine," she managed to muffle into his hair as she took in his pungent scent, Kami it was good!

"You're skin is telling me otherwise," he pointed out.

As if on cue, she shivered and turned her head around to sneeze lightly, kami she hoped she wasn't coming down with something, not now, she had waited too long and now she is ill? Byakuya scowled; now that she was in his hands she was not feeling up for anything? He removed his hands from her waist and let them drop to his side as he pondered, what could he do to help her in the early stages of a cold?

It hit him, making him smile at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes, "Rukia."

She froze a little, still not used to the quiet and caring tone to his voice that he had suddenly adopted, "H-Hai."

"You're developing a cold there," he warned, "Come with me, I will soon fix that."

Rukia held her breath as Byakuya removed one of her hands from his chest and held it firmly in his. He then slid off the bed and pulled her with him, gently leading her out of the room after grabbing a t-shirt and then into the hallway. He then proceeded to walk as she stayed obediently at his side, holding his hand and blushing all the way. She was filled with a mixture of curiosity, excitement and anxiousness. She frowned as he turned to the main bathroom, and was asked to wait outside. He hastily returned, carrying two large white towels under his arm before taking her hand again and pulling her along.

He took her out into the gardens, over several small bridges that she knew well, down meandering paths until they reached a building Rukia had never seen before. She frowned, there were steps leading down to the door and the building looked as if it were half underground. It wasn't particularly attractive, just a plain dark building with some windows at the top, near the roof, providing the only light it seemed. She clung to him, it was dark and there was practically no light, it made her tense. He clutched her hand tighter, sensing her fear.

"This way, Rukia" he said quietly in a soothing tone, this made her shudder all the more, this was not the usual icy Byakuya she was used to, "We're here."

"W-Where's here? She asked as he led her down the stairs.

"Here." He replied smugly as he produced a card from his sleeve. Rukia watched in fascination as he swiped the card once through a discreet slot she had failed to notice before. The machine made a soft rumble before a woman spoke in a monotone voice, "Welcome, Kuchiki Byakuya."

Byakuya nodded to the machine almost as the lights lit up from the inside and the door swung slowly to let them in. Rukia gasped as she walked inside, it looked like a…spa, like the one in town, but nicer, grander. The floor consisted of white tiles, perfect white; they sparkled under the lights as they heated her bare feet. The walls were white too, making the room look larger than it already was. There was a small rock formation in the centre of the room; water trickled from the top, casting a soothing effect in the room. There was also a desk as if this place were a real business, complete with a bowl of fruit and a phone. There was a wooden piece of furniture, next to the desk, which held towels and dressing robes in the individual cubbyholes. She looked up at him and caught him examining her, she blushed and looked away, making him chuckle.

"What is this place?" she asked in awe.

"My personal spa, it's nice to come here when I get stressed and of course any visitors often come here to make use of the facilities," he announced proudly.

"How long as this been here?" she replied.

"About a year into mine and Hisana's marriage," he returned quietly, dropping his voice a tone or two.

Rukia flinched at her sister's name, of course, it was built for them, and she was here, fifty-one years ago, with him. She shuddered at the thought; she was betraying her sister by wanting her husband, her brother. Byakuya nudged her gently before squeezing her hand lightly and leading her across the foyer and into a corridor, lined with ornately designed wooden doors, each carved with patterns and placards on them, telling the occupants of the spa the room behind the door.

He stopped at one of the rooms, pushing it open and taking Rukia inside with him. Her heart was still thumping as she surveyed her new surroundings, a small changing room with two pegs but no curtain to change behind. She blushed a deep red at the prospect, would she have to change in front of him. Her initial plan of stripping down in front of him had been during the cover of darkness and under the covers to conceal her as little, but here she was exposed and self-conscious.

Sensing her discomfort, Byakuya gave her a towel before departing from the room, "Change into the towel, Rukia, and then go through the door on the left, I will be back in a few minutes."

Rukia barely had time to reply before he had left the room, leaving her confused and worried. What was she to do? Should she change and go through the door as he had requested? Her hands shook as she undid her sash, get a grip, she scolded herself. She tired to steady her hands as she removed the rest of her garments, placing them on the hook and wrapping herself in the towel so that she was as covered as possible. She then shuffled towards the door, holding her breath as she entered the room and gasping upon entering it.

It was a steam room. Or so it appeared so, the heat instantly hit her as the mist swirled around making his hard to see anything further than five foot in front of her; everything a fair distance was blurred, engulfed in vapour. She shuffled her way, groping at the walls to stop herself from walking into something. It took her a few moments to adjust to the humidity of the atmosphere, it wasn't as bad as she had initially guessed, she didn't need to breathe that deeply, and Byakuya was right, the steam was heating her and clearing her partially blocked nose. She perched on what she thought was a seat, jumping a little at its heat. She stood up again, restless, her dream coming back to her and the words of her brother swimming around in her head, "About a year into mine and Hisana's marriage." She shuddered despite the heat; it was true, no matter how much she wanted this and had waited for it, for him, he had been Hisana's and now she was failing her as a sister, betraying her for her own needs and wants. She wrapped her arms around herself as her eyes glistened with premature tears.

She jumped and gasped as she felt a hand on her shoulder and a familiar voice in her ear, "Are you ok now, Rukia?"

"Hai," Rukia lied in a fake cheerful voice, fooling no one.

"Then why do you keep shuddering?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

"I'm not," she lied again, unable to turn to face him and inwardly cursing herself at her inability to push him away.

"Don't lie, Rukia," he said quietly, "Or do you need punishing again?"

He ran his hand down her bare arm before kissing her shoulder delicately, making her involuntarily close her eyes.

"It's this," she replied, coming to her senses, "its…wrong."

"What is wrong about us?" he asked as he refused stop, lifting her arm and running his hand over her natural curves, wishing how the towel was not there, even though he could soon fix that.

"You're my…brother…and H-Hisana's, my sister's husband…" she whispered, trying desperately for her voice not to break.

"Hmm," he whispered into her ear, "I don't understand your problems, Rukia, for none of those statements are true."

Rukia gasped trying to fight her body, which was letting him caress her.

"The only thing that makes us related as siblings is a small piece of insignificant paper, one that could be destroyed tomorrow if you want," he reassured her, "And yes I was married to her, I was her husband, but I am not anymore."

Rukia's eyes widened at his words, they brought her tears cascading down her cheeks as the truth hit her, a small insignificant piece of paper, was that all it was at the end of the day? He was her husband, but he isn't anymore, he is a widow, now free do date and marry whom he pleases, it just happened to be her.

"We can be together," she whispered to herself, even though he heard it.

"Yes," he replied lovingly in her ear, "I want you for you, just like I have wanted you for years."

It hit her then; he had wanted her for…years? He didn't want her because she looked like Hisana, he wanted her for her. He was willing to risk his heritage for another peasant from Rukongai, which basically she was even though adopted. He was willing to risk being shunned by the soul society because he was seeing his 'sister,' for her. His voice had been sincere when speaking; there was no trace of a lie, no trace of twisted and cruel words.

She inhaled deeply, taking in the warm steam before turning around to face him. She looked up and instantly caught his eyes staring at her, full of deep emotion, something she had only dreamed about. So there was another side to him, under his cruel, icy, aloof self, there was a loving, zealous, man. She stood on her tiptoes, becoming near eye level with him as she placed her arms on his shoulders, pressing her body to his.

"Make love to me," she whispered urgently.

"You don't know how long I have been waiting for you to say that," he replied in her ear before kissing below her ear and tracing her jaw with kisses. Rukia couldn't help but smiling, she was getting what she had wanted after all. She lifted her leg to his side; he held it there before hoisting her up so that she was resting on his hips, just like before in the supply closet, but this time it was different, this time nothing would get in their way.

She gripped his bare shoulders, marvelling in their firmness, feeling his muscles beneath her fingers, and making her all the more excited. She tightened her legs around him as he carried her slowly, taking her further into the room while the steam drifted around them. Upon reaching his destination, Byakuya lowered Rukia onto the special material futon before resting over her by leaning on his forearms so that she wouldn't take his entire weight.

She blushed, making his chuckle softly, "What is this?"

"What is what, Rukia?" He asked before he began to nibble her ear and kiss her neck, grazing it here and there, creating love bites that would show clear in the morning.

"This thi-ah-thing, which we're lying on?" she replied through little moans.

"It's a special type of futon," he revealed as he continued, earning himself quiet, almost suppressed noises, she won't be able to suppress them for long, "It's designed for this heat so that people can rest on it and enjoy the steam without having to rest on granite seats and such."

"And what if the people want to enjoy each, ah, other?" she proposed.

"That's why we're here," he replied cheekily.

Rukia threaded her fingers through his hair, letting both the steam and Byakuya's heat engulf her. The steam emphasized his scent, sending her crazy with desire as she undid his Kensaikan for the second time in her life, "Your Kensaikan?"

"I left you the honours," he grinned as he traced her collarbone with kisses.

She instantly reached for them, fumbling with them and only managing to take them off with his assistance. She blushed at her incompetence as she dropped them to the floor with a clatter before brushing her hands over his shoulders, applying pressure over his tense muscles. As she did this however, something refused to leave her mind, if it had been built partially for them, then, did they…?

"D-Did you and…you know…Hisa-"

"No, Rukia," he cut her off sharply, "Hisana and I did not make love here."

"Oh," Rukia sighed in relief, "I was worried for a second that you two had-"

Byakuya abruptly cut her off as he crushed his mouth against her, making her stiffen in surprise; however she soon relaxed into the kiss, returning the passion and moaning against his mouth as he slid his tongue inside her mouth. She gripped onto his shoulders, as his hands caressed her neck and shoulders.

"Now, no more interruptions," he said raggedly as they broke away. His hand inched under the joining of her towel that covered her before he broke it apart, letting the towel come undone and exposing her body to him, making her blush wildly and turn her head to the side, unable to look at him through embarrassment. Her curves sent his heart racing and anticipation running through him.

"Oh, Rukia, you're so beautiful," he whispered in her ear as his hands ran down her body slowly, caressing her breasts and flat stomach, as he kissed behind her ear, finding her pressure spot, turning her to jelly in his hands. She ran her hands down his back, grazing him lightly with her nails when he nipped her.

She stiffened and moaned as he began to kiss her breasts, taking them delicately, and licking her nipples until they were hard. She arched her back involuntarily as he licked the valley between her breasts while his hands continued to stroke her, running along the inside of her thigh, making her go crazy with expectation.

She rubbed her body against his, unable to take the tension any longer. Her hands wandered to his towel, making him groan as she untied it, letting it slip to the floor. She gasped as his manhood pressed against her, her hands roamed over his chest, which now had a light sheen of sweat from both the steam and their activities. She felt his chiselled chest, marvelling in his beauty. She kissed his neck and shoulders with hard passionate kisses, scraping him with her nails as she did so, making him groan with pleasure.

He traced her stomach with kisses, running his hands over her hips and thighs whilst he died with pleasure as Rukia ran her hand along his thigh; she was very close to him. He grinned when she squeaked loudly as his hand traced other sensitive areas of her body. She edged her legs apart a little further, brimming with bliss, as she would be in heaven very soon.

"Rukia," he said in a low, breathless voice after he had checked she was ready, becoming amazed at how wet she was, which had made her grip his shoulders hard, clinging to them with all her will as she moaned loudly, "Am I your first?"

Rukia went rigid considerably, she hadn't been expecting that. She said nothing, how was he to take her answer? In the heat of the situation, she couldn't procrastinate her answer any longer.

"No," she replied truthfully.

Byakuya immediately stopped pleasuring her, shocked to the core at her truth. He rested himself on his arms again, staring into her eyes while she blushed. Rukia gasped, she saw betrayal and hurt in his eyes, she frowned, what was the matter? She was here and now and completely his. To her astonishment, he sat up, away from her, leaving her as she was. Confusion and rejection ran through her, making tears threaten, she resisted them and sat up herself. She crawled over to Byakuya who was now sitting sideways, looking straight ahead though she was sure he could see much through the mist, his usual icy look on his face, it made him shiver. She stood on her knees, brushing her body against him, before she bent her head so that she could press her lips to his shoulder lightly. She placed her hands on his broad shoulder before she dragged her bottom lip along his shoulder sensuously, sighing in bliss as she did so.

"B-Byakuya…" she whispered in an attempt to make him talk, move; do anything, "What's wrong?"

"Who was he?" he asked suddenly, making her jump at his callous tone.

She shuddered, he would not like the answer, at all, anything bout that answer would be better than the one she had, any other answer.

"Well…" he prompted.

"R-Renji…"

She closed her eyes and gripped hard as if trying to detain him for an outcry that he would make. After a while, she opened her eyes slowly before looking up at him. He looked calm and aloof like usual, except she saw how tightly his fist was clenched his knuckles white.

"It doesn't matter," she said quickly, "It was a silly, drunken, one night stand and neither of us really remember it, and it doesn't mean a thing to anyone…"

"I see," he said, sounding unconvinced, he didn't see at all.

She quickly reached up, turning his face to look at her directly, "Now, I believe you were going to make love to me."

Her smile quickly turned to despair as he knocked her hand away, leant down to get his towel, covered himself, "Not tonight, Rukia. When you are done, go straight home."

He started to stand up to leave but Rukia held on to him with all her might, keeping him sitting.

"I don't understand…Nii-sama," she tried, he would surely have to punish her for it, but to her distress, he didn't say or do anything, he just staring at the wall again, mulling over the truth, "Nii-sama…it's still me…still me…"

She placed her forehead on his shoulder, tears of frustration dripping off her cheeks and down his arm. He flinched at them but he did not console her; he was hurting just as much as she was.

He stood up, letting her fall to her hands and knees on the futon. He disappeared into the steam, leaving Rukia where she was. She looked up but couldn't see him, she heard the sound of the door open and close, and he had left her. She lay back; as she had done ten minutes earlier, praying she could rewind the clock. It was over, he didn't want her knowing that someone else had had her first, and to him, Renji of all people to have a night of passion with her, was sin.

She got off the futon slowly, scooping up her damp towel and covering herself before she stumbled her way to the door, pushing it open and hitting the colder air of the changing room. She shivered as she found her clothes, hastily putting them on before wiping away her tears. She then exited the room, walking quickly down the corridor and back out the way she came, leaving the building without a backwards glance.

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Byakuya locked the door after the shutting down the building, sighing in frustration as he did so. Betrayal and anger coursed through him, replacing any lust or desire that had been there previously. How could she have done that? How reckless! Hisana would never have dreamed of doing that, but, Rukia isn't Hisana, he usually loved her recklessness, but not this time, she had gone too far this time, way too far.

He clenched his fists, he knew who would be getting cruel treatment in the office tomorrow, how dare he defile her like that. He flash stepped back to the house, cursing all the way. He reached the living room, and dropped in his chair, he was instantly greeted by the warm fire, though it did little to calm him.

Her words swarmed round his head, taunting him until he felt like he was going to explode.

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Rukia curled up to her pillows a little more, wrapping her arms around them in an effort to keep warm. Her whole body felt rejected, he simply didn't want her now that she wasn't an innocent. She wiped her tears away for the umpteenth time, her cheeks stinging. She shook her head, she hadn't heard him about, maybe he was asleep, she didn't know, but cared too much than she dared say. She sighed, it was over, and he didn't want her, it was over.

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Awww, sorry, you guys probably wanted the full lemon but alas, Byakuya got a little upset. And i guess that was a twist, who knew that Rukia and Renji got a little too friendly eh? Hehe, oh well, and whose to say that Byakuya won't change his mind... well, sorry bout the lime lol, i'm not particularly good at writing them but i will get better!

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Silver Ice Dragon Princess: Thank you!! I love your reviews! =3 Yeah the program is like them in a subtle way hehe, I know the girls are all so curious, and Yoruichi...^^

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wynn12: Thanks, glad you like my story, he's home, hehe!

xXSeiren-HimeXx: Thank you, well here's more and more to come as well! Byaruki for the world! And yes it is the best pairing!

Thank you guys! In the next chapter, Byakuya faces the truth, Rukia's feelings for her Byakuya escalate even more and Yoruichi lends a helping hand!