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First Assault

Among the shadows of the halls stood two figures intertwined with each other. His lips ravaged hers as he urgently opened up her black shirt. He tugged at the fabric so hard he loosed the buttons which rained onto the floor. Short gasps escaped her as he gave her rough, chaste kisses from her face to her throat. His teeth ripped into her flesh without mercy as his hands roamed over her plump breasts. He moaned at the squishy feel. Both his hands were unable to stop squeezing her flesh. Such curves were just irresistible.

All this belongs to me

'Grimmjow-kun...' she panted as she threw her long flowing orange locks back; riding with the pleasure waves.

He moved away from her blood to lick her bottom lip. The fire within him was burning so great her blood would not satisfy him. He wanted her body. Wandering hands travelled along her thigh, under her red skirt and reaching for her knickers.

I must have you.

Slow rubbing motions over her lacy knickers sent shivers to her core. It was like a sudden rush of electricity had flowed within her making her gasp urgently. Her back arched into the wall behind her. The coolness of halls finally reminded her of where they were. The halls of the purebloods bed chambers were poorly lit but they were still in an open area. They were exposed in an area where someone could have discovered them easily. Orihime's eyes widened as she tried to ignore the pleasurable ministrations.

What if someone sees us?

Sure enough they wouldn't get punished but the sheer embarrassment of someone seeing their explicit act was too much. It would soon be the hot gossip of the century. Then eventually everyone would know about her lack of discretion. Absolutely, everyone would hear about it.

What if Otou-sama finds out? He'd be so disappointed in me!

Finally, she snapped out of her thoughts and severing all her desires. One hand pushed at Grimmjow's shoulder whilst the other squeezed gently at the hand that was under her skirt. It was her polite way of asking him to stop but he continued stroking at her womanhood.

'Grimmjow-kun,' she whispered as she squeezed his hand with a little more pressure. 'Grimmjow-kun, not...'

Her voice was ripped away from her throat when he pushed a finger against her knickers reaching her wetness. He began sucking at her blood again. The mix of pleasure and pain began to empower Orihime again. Then her eyes opened wide again as she could sense someone's energy approaching around the corner. Fear overrode all sensations as she began to tug his hand away from her core.

'Please, Grimmjow-kun, stop.' Still, he did not cease his assault. The presence was getting nearer. 'Grimmjow-kun...'

'If a lady says 'no' she means 'no'. Grimmjow pulled his head up to see who was interrupting him.

'Well, I do like an audience.' Grimmjow smirked.

'Ulquiorra-kun!'

Orihime glowed red and pushed Grimmjow's hand out from under her skirt praying Ulquiorra didn't see. She briefly glanced at him but it was hard to read Ulquiorra. His facial expressions were as placid as ever. Sometimes, it seemed to her that he was sad or even lonely. Not sure of where to look she decided to focus on the floor and held both her hands over her lap as if to cover the shameful act.

He must think I'm sort of whore...

The edge of her lips began to quiver. She was about to spill her tears. She hated to bring shame to her name; shame to her father. And Ulquiorra, her father's right hand man discovered her and Grimmjow fooling around so openly. She was certain he was going to expose her indecency to her father.

Grimmjow looked up and sighed in frustration. The fact that Orihime was so shy often irritated him. He did all the chasing even though she claimed she was in love with him. It took pretty much forever for her to allow him to kiss her. Now, six months into the relationship but still it wasn't a sexual relationship. Of course, a young, hot-blooded, good looking man was frustrated. Any man would be even if he had all patience in the world and Grimmjow barely had any patience for anything. He gave one last death glare at Ulquiorra before he turned to leave.

Ulquiorra's eyes moved to the fragile girl again. 'You shouldn't waste your time on trash.'

She closed her eyes and bit her lip to stop herself from crying. All this was done in vain as streams of tears fell over her cheeks. It wasn't Grimmjow's fault. She only blamed herself for not having the will power to refuse him in such a place. There was no denying that she genuinely loved him. Despite the obnoxious persona, he was the one who saved her when she was attacked by a group of soul reapers. Her bodyguard had died instantly under the attack. Although Aizen's blood flowed within her, she always lacked the talent and skills to fight or even defend for herself. Alone, she was weak. She was utterly powerless. When she cried for help as she was on the edge of death, Grimmjow was the one; he was the only one who came to answer her prayers. In an instant, he managed to slay all the soul reapers threatening to end her life. He had nursed her bruises and grazes from the attack. From that day onwards, he had saved her and won her heart. Never would she forget that day. Never.

Unable to continue watching the girl breaking down, he began to resume his walk. As he approached her and swiftly walked past her, a wave of panic enveloped her again. In that moment she stopped crying and her head shot up.

'Ulquiorra-kun,' she gasped, finding it difficult to form the right words.

'Don't worry. I won't be informing Aizen-sama of this. Rest assured as he has more important things occupying his mind.'

Her eyes filled with surprise. It was an incredible relief to her. She had no idea of what Aizen would do if he was told. Although he was her father, she feared him incredibly. He was rather distant with her. There were so many things he kept from her. At times she questioned whether they were truly related. She did not look at all like him but she was told she resembled more of her mother. However, their personalities were completely different too. Where did the kindness, shyness and gentleness in her come from? It was most certainly not inherited from Aizen. Everyone knew that.

'Uliquiorra-kun...' she turned round to face him once again.

Although she understood he simply just didn't want to bother her father with small matters, he still was doing her a favour none the less. The least she could do was return the favour. He stopped walking but did not bother to look at her.

'Is there something I may be of service to you?' There was no harm in being slightly polite to the king's only daughter; only child.

'Thank you, Ulquiorra-kun for your discretion. I am extremely grateful. The other day, I overheard my father was talking to Yoruichi-san which may be of interest to you. As you are aware...'

'Please simplify, Orihime-sama. I have many matters to attend to.' A spark of annoyance reached his words.

'Ye-Yes, of course, Ulquiorra-kun,' she bowed immediately and blushed slightly with embarrassment. It was also known that she wasn't the most intelligent vampire either. She stood up straight to continue.

'It concerns Rukia-san. It...' The sudden sharp look Ulquiorra gave her startled her.

'What about her?' he urged.

'I-It has been noticed that she has been... wandering about.'

'Wandering? What is meant by this?' he asked quickly yet trying to keep a plain expression.

'Forgive me, Ulquiorra-kun, I can't say more. I don't want to get into trouble with my father. But, please keep an eye on Rukia-san. She is walking in dangerous territory and my father will not act kindly towards any betrayal.'

With his eyes widened with worry, his stoic appearance failed slightly. Deep down, his heart was racing a little bit faster. He was fully aware of Aizen's temper. If a vampire betrayed its own kind, he would be tortured over and over for information. Once the traitor confessed he would suffer a long and painful death. A pureblood may be spared but there was no guarantee. He could not allow any harm to come to Rukia. She meant the world to him. Nothing mattered if she was not with him.

'Do take care of Rukia-san. She's a good friend to me.' She bowed again truly wishing he could help since she was not in such a position herself.

He turned round to leave. Now that Orihime mentioned it, he did remember Rukia leaving the castle often in the past few weeks. The thought of her being in danger caused him to quicken his footsteps. The thought of Aizen punishing Rukia made him run. He was unable to stay calm anymore.

Rukia, where are you?

Spring rain sprung out of nowhere. Rukia and Ichigo were only two miles away from Kisuke's house but then the rain grew heavy. He unravelled away from his brown leather jacket and held it over both their heads. Her eyes grew wide and unsure what to do.

'Come here,' he offered.

He pulled her closer to him so he could use his coat as an umbrella for them. A little smile crept over him when he saw her slight blush. Her eyes shied away from his longing gaze. It made him smile a little bit more.

How adorable

Over the past few weeks he spent nearly every day with her. A lot of the time she was merely there for moral support rather than physically help him train. However, he really appreciated her encouragement. As each day passed, she grew more and more beautiful to him.

'Ichigo...?' Rukia asked as she was a bit uncomfortable under his gaze. Her voice made him snap out from his thoughts.

'Right, let's run for it.'

They began speeding across the fields. He pushed Rukia closer to him under his jacket as the wind picked up blowing more rain against them. Splashes of mud worked over their shoes and legs but soon they were in the safety of the humble house. Rukia followed Ichigo into the kitchen where he then found her a tea towel.

'Here, use this to dry off.'

He knew his way round the entire house since he had moved in as soon as he became Kisuke's apprentice. It wasn't quite like a family but Kisuke spent a lot of time training him and teaching him more about vampires. The man was a true expert. He knew so much but there was still a lot that he wasn't sharing with Ichigo. For example, whenever he asked Kisuke about his retirement he would quickly change the subject or use light humour to divert the question. He acted like this with a lot of his questions.

Rukia sat down and took the tea towel and started rubbing her damp hair when she noticed an item on the table. It seemed like a short pole wrapped in white bandages.

'What's this?' she asked before giving Ichigo a puzzled look.

He walked closer to the strange item to pick it up. Carefully, he unravelled the bandages to reveal a sheathed sword. The cover was marked 'SS'. This was a sword from the Soul Society. It was a soul reapers' sword. Both their eyes widened as he gently removed the sword from its case. It glistened like a gem. He couldn't help but slide his fingers across the blade as if he was stroking a pet. He was amazed to finally set his eyes on such a sword.

'Beautiful, huh?'

Both of them were shocked to see Kisuke also standing in the room with them. They were so certain that no one else's presence was in the house. This man was frighteningly powerful.

'Shishou, is this sword...'

'It's for you.'

'Me?' asked Ichigo.

'Now that you're training as a soul reaper, you will need it.'

'But I already have a sword of my own.'

Ichigo looked at the sword again. There didn't seem to be much difference compared to his apart from being a little heavier. Kisuke snatched the sword away smoothly.

'This is no ordinary sword. It is made entirely out of silver.' He watched Rukia as she jerked in her seat. He couldn't help his creeping wry smile.

'Why is it made out of silver?' Ichigo asked.

'You can only kill a vampire if you pierce their heart with silver. They die instantly.'

It gave him some pleasure to see Rukia instantly turn white like she had just seen a ghost. This girl was not only unable to move under Kisuke's almighty energy but she was quivering with so much fear she was helplessly shaking. He was toying with her. He rather enjoyed the sight.

'I've slayed many vampires with this very sword.'

Rukia looked up in shock. It was possible that Kisuke had killed Kaien with the sword in front of her. She could almost see her teachers' blood smeared all over the blade. How close was she to the weapon? How close was she to the killer? Her eyes stretched further as she noticed Kisuke staring directly at her. His sinister glare pierced through her and twisted around her heart commanding her to stay in her chair. Every muscle in her froze. Her entire body stiffened.

He knows. He's knows I'm a pureblood. I'm sure of it.

Kisuke tore his eyes away from her to focus on his apprentice. 'Now, I shall entrust this sword in your possession.'

It finally hit her. The reality finally hit her. Ichigo hated vampires especially purebloods. If he knew her real identity he would kill her. Maybe there would be a moment's hesitation but still he would kill her. How could he forget that his mother, father, sisters, his entire family were killed by vampires? How could he forget the night that he almost got killed by a vampire too? How could he forget that purebloods were the creators of all vampires? How could he just ignore that she was a pureblood?

This is crazy. What am I doing here? This is NOT Kaien-sensei!

Her footsteps echoed around the silence as she walked about the rooftops of the castle. Alone she stood under the clear night sky. Sharp gusts of wind circled around her waking her from her senses. The cool breeze was just what she needed. It made Rukia think carefully. What was she to do? Putting aside the looks Ichigo shared with Kaien. His personality was just as similar. Then there was the secret looks he gave her... She sighed.

Stop thinking about him! This is the right thing to do.

This wasn't the reason why she was here tonight. Why was she here? A little note on her desk asked her to show herself. There was no signature but she recognised the penmanship. Such neat and elegant handwriting could only belong to one person.

She sighed again. 'How can you arrange to meet me and be late yourself? You idiot!' she huffed while looking up at the moon.

Out of nowhere, a pair of hands stretched over and wrapped around her waist and rested on her stomach. They pulled her back closer to a strong, firm chest. Byakuya bent his head round to push his mouth to her left ear.

'Who are you calling an idiot?' he whispered in a husky voice.

Having her there with him reminded him what happened earlier. Seeing Rukia smile so sweetly towards Ichigo kick started a burn within Byakuya. Seeing Ichigo stare at Rukia longingly enraged Byakuya further. Seeing Rukia get pulled closer to another man's chest made Byakuya tighten his hold on her. Seeing how she blushed at Ichigo made Byaluya's heart ache.

Rukia.

He now understood all these feelings he secretly harboured. He teased her continuously only to get her attention. He only drank her blood so he could be closer to her. He wanted to be a part of her. Only she was allowed to drink his blood because he wanted to belong to her. He didn't like Kaien because he was jealous. He was jealous because Rukia held so much admiration for her teacher. All those feelings of jealousy awoke once more when he saw her with Ichigo. He was jealous because all these years he had developed strong feelings for her. It took all these years for him to finally see it; admit it. He pressed his body into hers more.

Rukia, I know now. I'm in love with you. No one else can have you.

The moment he discovered his true feelings for his childhood friend he came up with a plan to seduce her; to make her his:

1) Shower Rukia with romance.

2) Drown her in a boiling pool of lust and desire.

3) Break down all her defences into a million pieces.

4) Taste her; devour her at your pleasure.

'Byakuya, what's wrong with you?' she asked taking a quick peek at him. He grinned as he pressed his face to her head.

'Are you... are you smelling my hair?' He grinned a little more.

And to begin with the first assault...

He straightened up slightly but still held onto her. Her eyes followed his to the sky. The confusion inside her began to grow.

'Look.'

'What exactly am I supposed to be looking at?' she asked. Although she enjoyed the peaceful night she couldn't help but wonder if Byakuya was planning something. 'Byakuya?'

'Just keep looking.'

A few moments later a shower of shooting stars came raining down from the sky. Tens, no hundreds, or perhaps thousands of glowing light whizzed around them. Rukia's heart jumped. Never had she seen a more beautiful sight. She quickly looked up at Byakuya giving him one of her brightest smiles. Then she soon returned to the skies scared that it was just a dream.

'Wow!' she gasped.

Byakuya wasn't really paying much attention to the shooting stars. He couldn't take his eyes off Rukia. So much happiness danced around her eyes. Her dreamy violet eyes shined under the moonlight. The beautiful smile on her grew wide. She dazzled.

You're so gorgeous. I'll do anything for you. Anything.

The show had ended but she still seemed extremely happy. She still had her sweet smile on her face. She turned round and blushed a little to see Byakuya smiling at her. His face was barely an inch away from her.

'Rukia, do you know where shooting stars come from?' She shook her head.

'Plato once said that man and woman were created by God as one being. But then he separated them and cast them out from Heaven. Each time you see a shooting star that's one of them being thrown out by God. Men and women would spend their entire lives searching for their 'other half'; to become whole again.'

He paused and touched her forehead with hers. He closed his eyes savouring her closeness.

'Rukia, you complete me.' She widened her eyes, not knowing what to say.

'Rukia,' he opened his grey misty eyes to stare deep into hers, 'you're what I've been searching for.'

With that he pushed his lips onto her small mouth. He tightened his arms around her again not willing her to leave. The desire inside him increased more and more. His heart pumped so fast and so loud it felt as though it was about to leap out of him.

Rukia, I want you.

It was such a surprise for Rukia to hear such a romantic story from Byakuya. She felt her cheeks grow with heat as his forehead pressed onto his. Her eyes travelled to his lips for a moment. They were so close to her it was making her feel dizzy. She felt so warm in his arms. It was quite a different feeling than she had previously experienced.

What is this I am feeling? Is there something wrong with me?

'Rukia, you complete me.'

Her eyes widened. The seductive, low voice reached into her heart squeezing it gently. Her heart started to race against her will.

'Rukia, you're what I've been searching for.'

Her mind blew away as soon as his lips met hers. This unbelievably handsome man was kissing her. It felt so strange but strangely in a nice way. Soft lips with the softest of touches.

So soft...

'Rukia,' he moaned as his kisses began to grow urgent. He wanted her to kiss him back. He wanted her, no; he needed her to feel the same way. 'Rukia,' he moaned again trying to get her to respond.

Finally, she gave a quick kiss back but pulled slightly away. Despite this, Byakuya continued to kiss her. He brought out his fangs and bit his bottom lip. He smeared his bloody lip over hers tempting her into the kiss.

'Kiss me...'

She had given him a quick kiss back in order to find out if she wanted it. It felt rather strange. After all, this was her long time friend. Never, did she think of him in that way. He was handsome, heir to the vampire throne and every woman wanted him. She thought herself to be a plain, flat-chested and rather ordinary girl.

Then she smelt his blood. Rich, thick and sweet Kuchiki blood. It tasted like no other blood. He had rubbed it onto her lips and she began to lick it off.

Delicious. More...

He began kissing her again smearing more of his blood onto her mouth. The taste was so tempting she couldn't help but lick at Byakuya's lip. Before she knew it he pushed his tongue to meet hers and began massaging it. Her body shivered at the contact. This new wave of feelings was spiralling out of her control as her tongue stroked along his. She couldn't stop the moan escaping from herself.

This feels so juicy.

Her eyes opened wide as she felt one of his hands squeezing her bum. It was then when she saw who she was kissing. Kuchiki Byakuya. Her friend. The friend who always liked to tease her and play games with her.

Is he playing games with me now? What am I doing? This is my friend!

She broke roughly away from the kiss. It jerked their bodies away from each other. They both panted heavily; both exhausted from the heated kiss. Byakuya was surprised at the sudden stop. He noticed a slight hesitation in Rukia's eyes but still took a step to get closer to her. He wanted to taste her lips again. He wanted to taste her again.

'No.' Rukia's firm voice made him stop moving.

'Rukia?'

She swallowed all temptation. 'No.'

Do you hate me for ending it like that? Well it wouldn't be believable if they just jumped into bed, right?

In case you wanted to know, the bit about Plato is found in one of his works, Symposium. The bit about shooting stars was just my idea though.

Anyways, it's my first fanfic so all reviews welcomed. Please be gentle. Ja x