Hello! I'm back, this time with Chapter 6 for Demons! I'm honestly overwhelmed by all the reviews for the past chapter and welcome backs and PMs! Thank you so, so much and I appreciate every single one of them! Because of this, I'm uploading Demons earlier this weekend to the much-awaited Chapter 6. Hope it doesn't disappoint! :D

Also I might push back the update time for "To Win You Back" because when I started to write a few days ago, I realized I've developed a sort of phobia to the story and can't seem to want to move. That's when I realized when I'm writing, I get frightened of the potential criticisms and would stop and think instead of writing like how I feel and I think that is no good. So I'm giving myself a break for a bit and will work on Demons for now because I feel much more freedom somehow when writing this and it just flows (that was how it was origiinally with TWYB as well). I will try to get my spirit for TWYB soon, do wait for me. :)

And here it is! Chapter 6 to Demons. Hope you enjoy. :)

Rukia worked happily on her last bouquet, tying the beautiful soft wrapping paper with a long roll of pink ribbon. She then used the edge of her scissors to curl the ribbon as she stared at the clock on the wall.

Almost dinnertime.

It had been a few hours since Rukia had came home. She opened the florist shop and started working on the pending orders, and received a fair few that evening. She was in a good mood, and had worked very efficiently through the bouquets. Rukia had also long turned the 'OPEN' hanging plastic sign on the front door inwards and was eager to eat with Otousan and hear his excited news on work and whatnot.

She grabbed a glittery pink pen and started to make the strokes across the small beige flowery card.

'I love you, forever and always.'

In spite of herself, a wistful smile slowly curved her lips.

xXxXx

Byakuya walked slowly along the street, his strides smooth and unbroken. All the women stopped to ogle him as he passed but he paid them no attention whatsoever. His heart was beginning to pound fast again with each step he took, despite the handsome, unfazed expression.

Finally, the polished black shoes stopped. He straightened his expensive office coat and looked up.

Amor Florals.

xXxXx

Rukia placed the finished bouquets into small vases near the counter and stared at the beautiful symbols of love. She ticked off the final order and smiled at the sweet wrappings of affection given from lover to their respective partners. Rukia knew it was really cliched but she had always felt happy to be the delivery girl for these blissful people in love.

Turning away from her work, she took up a spray bottle and sprayed the counter with soap before wiping the countertop down vigorously with a rag cloth.

The wistful smile stayed on her lips.

How would it feel to be loved so much in your life…

xXxXx

Byakuya stared at the white 'CLOSED' sign of the florist shop. He lifted a hand and pushed the glass door open regardless.

Rukia heard the tinkling of the wind chime above the door and wiped her hands on the cloth on the counter. She headed out front with a smile on her face. "I'm so sorry, we just closed for the day. If you could come back-

Her violet eyes widened.

No.

Her hands immediately fisted at her sides, as her heart thudded fast.

"Long time no see, Rukia."

That deep voice. That black hair hanging in strands down to his collar. Those piercing grey eyes. The well-defined chin. The toned physique. That handsome face.

That man.

It all came back to Rukia in a rush of brutal and painful reality. The vivid images in her mind erupted, of two figures moving urgently amongst the sheets.

She immediately ducked her head slightly. "I… I'm really sorry. We a-are closed for today."

"I did not catch you in time at my office. So I came to return you your money." Byakuya stepped further into the shop, nearer to her, and lifted the brown envelope in his hand.

Rukia's eyes widened.

How did he know she... worked here? Or stayed here, even? So many thoughts were running through Rukia's head as she stared at the handsome man in front of her, the mysterious man who had possessed everything of hers in one fateful night weeks ago.

"It's not my money, it's yours. Please leave, we are closed for the day."

"How do you know it's my money?"

Rukia looked up. Did he think she was stupid? "Because you asked my friend for my account number while I was s-sleeping! And I do not have that much… money." She felt her face heat up. "Now please leave."

Byakuya took another step closer to her, and Rukia hurriedly walked back behind the counter. He walked forward and placed the envelope on the counter top.

"It is your money now."

"I DO NOT NEED THE MONEY!" She could not help it as she shouted angrily at him.

"You don't?"

Rukia looked up. "No, I don't! Please leave me alone, I have work to do!" She started picking random flowers from the vases and worked them into a bouquet feverishly.

"I was thinking along the way that when I dropped by, I could invite you out for dinner."

Rukia looked up, her beautiful wide eyes intoxicating Byakuya all over again as it did so many nights ago. Yes, it had been too long. It had been too long that he had not looked into them, drowned in their violet allure. She was wearing a white blouse over jean shorts, a red apron at her front. She looked as beautiful as ever. Byakuya felt something remarkable move inside him again as he stared right at the flustered girl in front of him.

"What do you want with me?"

"Dinner would be a start."

"I am busy. Please leave, my shop is closed," Rukia repeated.

"Is this the work you have for today?"

"Yes, and I have a lot of them! So please leave!" Rukia tied the flowers expertly, trying not to let her hands tremble.

"I'm buying them all."

Rukia looked up, her eyes wide in shock.

"So are you free now?"

Rukia tore her eyes away from his penetrating grey ones. "I... do not have time for your games."

"It is not a game." A pale hand slid the silver platinum card across the counter, and she looked up at him. "I am really buying all your flowers, for today. All of them, if you would please. And since you would be free, I hope you would consider a dinner out… with me."

Rukia gripped the sheet of purple-wrapping paper hard, and turned her back on him across the counter as she tucked it away on the shelf. "Why are you doing this? You do not want the flowers!"

She started to turn back to him and gasped as a hand latched onto hers and pulled her hard. She was pulled forwards and found herself face-to-face with Byakuya, the counter between them, as his misty grey eyes burned into hers.

"I do. I want them very much, and I don't know why," he whispered, the hot breath from his mouth sending tingles down Rukia's body. She watched as his eyes slid down to rest somewhere near… her lips. Rukia felt her heart begin to pound fast...

"Rukia, is there someone in here?" The old voice cut through the tension, and Byakuya immediately released her and straightened up from the counter. Rukia fell back, her expression flustered.

They both turned as soft footsteps drew nearer.

xXxXx

Byakuya watched a man with white hair emerge from the back of the shop. The man stopped, took in Byakuya's appearance with a slightly surprised smile before turning to Rukia.

Byakuya bowed. "I am Byakuya, Otousan. Nice to meet you."

Rukia's eyes widened in angry shock. How… how dare he call her Otousan… his Otousan? Otousan is her Otousan, nobody else's! Who did he think he was? "Donating money" to her like she was some pitiful charity, then breezing in her shop to buy all her flowers, and now acknowledging her father as his own?

This man was going too far.

She shook herself out of her anger as she heard Otousan laugh.

"Nice to meet you, Byakuya-san. I apologize for not having heard of you yet," Ukitake turned to Rukia again with a confused smile. "But I doubt you are a new classmate of hers from university." He smiled softly as he looked at Byakuya's office clothes.

Byakuya smiled slightly. "Oh no. I just got to know Rukia a few weeks ago. We got acquainted through a few chance encounters, mostly work-based."

"Oh." Ukitake smiled, as Rukia blushed. "And you have come to visit Rukia today?"

"Actually, I owe her a meal so I was going to make good on it today. If you would allow it, perhaps I could take us all out for dinner."

"I've already cooked dinner," Rukia retorted icily, hoping he would take the hint and leave her alone.

"Oh?" Byakuya raised one perfect eyebrow at her.

"Actually, she has, Byakuya-san. Well then… how about you come for dinner with us instead? If you can accept very humble food…" Ukitake smiled as Rukia's eyes widened. "Rukia cooks the best mushroom and bean curd soup for miles," Ukitake laughed as she blushed.

"Then I believe there is no possibility for me to say no." Byakuya bowed politely.

Ukitake smiled, and led the way through the back entry of the shop into their house as Rukia's mouth dropped open in dismay.

xXxXx

Rukia brought the pot to the table, her steps clumsy and very mechanical. She reached for the ladle and scooped the soup into one bowl, before handing it to Otousan.

"Otousan."

Her father smiled kindly. "Thank you, Rukia."

Rukia smiled back warmly but her smile disappeared the minute she turned back to the pot, and the second bowl. She lifted the ladle and deposited soup into the empty bowl. Trying not to let her hands shake, she offered the bowl to the handsome man now sitting opposite her father.

"Thank you, Rukia." Byakuya made the same greeting and smile.

Rukia lowered her eyes, before quickly settling into her seat next to her Otousan.

"Do tuck in, Byakuya-san. I hope they are to your liking." Ukitake motioned to the dishes. One bowl of rice stood in front of each table occupant.

"It all looks very delicious. Otousan, you are very lucky." Byakuya smiled. "Please." He motioned politely with his hand.

Ukitake laughed and took up some food but Rukia refused to move her chopsticks. Byakuya, who had been looking at her politely to take some food, smiled slightly and helped himself to the dishes. After a while, she reluctantly began to eat some food knowing that Otousan would definitely catch on to her strange behaviour if she did not eat.

"So Byakuya-san, I apologize for not having heard of you before. You are…"

Rukia looked up nervously.

"Oh." Byakuya put down his chopsticks. "I am one of the executives at a hotel chain business. We want our guests to feel comfortable in a hospitable environment with tasteful quality. And thus, we have business dealings for internal design, which incorporates a lot of decoration for our hotel rooms. Rukia has been one of our flower suppliers."

Rukia's eyes widened. The lie was so immaculate, so detailed in every chosen word and intent. He had even downplayed his role in the hotel business. He was the extremely filthy rich owner, for God's sake!

Ukitake was nodding. "I see. I see. And I saw from the credit card just now that you have personally ordered the entire flower supply for a day? That seems a rather huge demand, and for sending an executive to do it on his own personal finance."

"Oh, that wasn't for the hotel." Byakuya smiled. "My friend opens a de-stressor nature garden in the outskirts. He was looking for a good florist to get supply for a day so I recommended him to Rukia. And if it was good, he would definitely be back for more. I was placing the order for him."

Rukia's eyes narrowed. He lied so smoothy and easily… almost as if he had been doing it everyday for the his entire life. What does he want with me?

Ukitake was nodding again. "I see. For a moment, I thought you were buying all of them yourself, Byakuya-san. And I was wondering if you were a flower person."

Byakuya laughed slightly, his deep voice carefully measured in a natural chuckle. "No, not really. I only like…" He subtly lifted his grey eyes to Rukia across the table. "… one type of flower."

Rukia felt her cheeks grow hot. What was wrong with her?

The meal went on, with fair and lively exchanges between Byakuya and Otousan, as Rukia tried to quell the growing dread and anxiety within her body.

xXxXx

"Good night, Byakuya-san. It was very, very nice meeting you."

"Good night. It was my pleasure. And thank you very much for the marvelous dinner." Byakuya bowed and turned to the door slowly.

"Rukia…" Ukitake whispered to her. "Treat our guest nicely."

Rukia looked up, flustered. "H-Hai."

She walked up to the door and opened it, bearing the weight with her body so he could walk through. It was already dark out.

"It's alright. Ladies first." The deep voice spoke.

Rukia blushed as Ukitake smiled. She walked out and Byakuya closed the door behind both of them.

xXxXx

"Your mushroom and bean curd soup was excellent."

Rukia looked up. "You can drop the high-class act."

"It really was," Byakuya continued, as if Rukia had just protested that it wasn't. "I hope I will be able to eat it frequently."

Rukia stopped walking, and Byakuya turned to her.

"Please leave me alone."

He looked at her silently.

"Please leave me, and my family alone. That n-night… was just a one-time thing. We are strangers and I wish to forget it." She looked up, trying to keep a steadfast expression.

"Do you?" he asked softly.

"Y-Yes I do." Rukia continued looking at him determinedly, but she was stuttering. 'Damn, why are you stuttering, Rukia!?' "I need to take care of my father, and the shop. So please forget we even met, let alone…" She felt herself turn red and trailed off immediately.

"Good night." She bowed low, and started to turn away.

A hand grabbed hers and she gasped as Byakuya pulled her towards him. Their eyes locked on each other, no counter in between this time.

"Let alone what, Rukia?" Byakuya spoke, his voice deep and low. "Let alone the fact that we had sex?" Rukia's eyes widened in terror. "Or the fact that I forcefully bought your purity with money? Or the fact that we had a simple one-night stand? Or that we made love together… as we called out to each other? Or that you wanted me to be yours as you held onto me… as much as I wanted you to be mine?"

"Which one is it, Rukia?"

"Let go of me!" Rukia trashed in his arms furiously, but Byakuya held onto her tight.

"You are such a liar." He leaned in to whisper into her ear. "I might be a demon… but I am dead honest with what I want. And I have never, ever failed to get every single thing I want in my life." He let his mouth open and touched his tongue slightly to her ear. He heard her gasp and felt her small body tremble in his arms.

She was so small, so powerless, he could easily…

But he wouldn't. He would not force her.

Byakuya's hands loosened around her, and Rukia pushed him away, and stumbled back. Her expression was flushed red and she was breathing hard. She looked absolutely mouthwatering. Quickly, she turned on her heels and fled back to her house.

Byakuya watched her disappear, as he breathed in her lingering scent around him. The demonic silver flashed through his eyes and he smiled.

Good night, my Rukia.

xXxXx

And there you have it! Hope it didn't disappoint! So now Bya-kun has found HIS Rukia, and everything about her. XD XD Even her Otto-san. :D :D I hope this chapter made you squeal (just a weak squeal would be enough for me! :D :D) Lol, I love making Byakuya so 'naughty' like this! I'm going to have so much fun with the coming chapters *rubs hands* And hope you guys too! :)

Do please review and tell me what you think about this chapter! I had a little goosebump attack while writing it actually. XD XD Hope you loved it as much as I did!