This is a fairly short chapter, but its necessary for a catalyst. Seriously, only a few chapters next. I'll post whenever I can. Enjoy.
Rukia smiled brightly as she shuffled home, satisfied with what she had done. Yet, sadly, it was an empty happiness.
At most, she caused a few unpleasant moments. It wasn't lasting. It wasn't enough to damage the girl for good. These were all shallow victories.
If she truly wanted her to suffer, she would have to cause more pain, more heartache. She would have to cause irreparable damage.
But the question was how? How to cause this damage? That was the million dollar question.
She opens the door to her large home and makes her way up to her bedroom.
There was an unfortunate surprise awaiting her.
"I thought I told you to stay away from her," her brother stated coldly. She stopped in her tracks, frozen, unable to move away from her spot at the entrance of her room.
"B-big brother…" his dark blue eyes were narrowed in anger.
"I had a P.I follow you around and they told me of what you did. I am severely disappointed in you Rukia, you dishonor the memory of your sister, me and you have dishonored yourself," he said darkly.
"But big brother I-"
"Save it Rukia. Pack your bags. I'm sending you to China to live with father before you do something that we both regret and further dishonor yourself."
Her eyes widen in horror, she clutches her chest.
"Big brother…you can't! You can't send me away! What about school? What about my friends?!"
"Rukia sooner or later you were going to lose all of that when you went too far. This way you can still save face. I've booked a flight for you to leave 2 days from now; father will be home by then. That is more than enough time for you to say goodbye to your friends and apologize to the girl that you've hurt." His voice was bleak and emotionless. He walked past her, out of the door without a second glance.
Rukia clutched her heart, falling to her knees. Tears escaped her eyes.
Her big brother…the man who loved her more than anything…he was…he was…sending her away….
Her hands reached up to cover her mouth as sobs escaped her.
Her big brother was the only thing she had left of Hisana…the only thing she had left of her sister…now that he's sending her away…
She has nothing…nothing at all.
Quickly, she grasped at her memories, trying to recall the face of her sister.
It took a few moments, but she saw her. Short black hair, violet eyes, a bright, loving smile…
All of these features were so much like her own…
Still…it was hard to remember, and it was becoming harder and harder as the days passed.
To recall her laugh…her voice…all these things took intense thought and concentration. Soon her sister will become a distorted, forgotten, memory…and she was certain that she couldn't handle that.
It was all Orihime Inoue's fault.
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"Wow! New York is so amazing! Look at all of these lights! These buildings! It reminds me of Tokyo!" Rukia exclaimed happily looking out the window of the black town car.
Her older sister laughs brightly and pressed her face against the window beside her sister as well.
"Yes, it does look a lot like Tokyo! Except everything's in English instead of Japanese, oh! There's someone over there playing a drum! I want to hear, I want to hear!" she bounced up excitedly like a puppy.
She spun around to face Byakuya, who sat leisurely in the car, reading a newspaper.
"Honey, can please, please, please! See the man playing the drums?" she begged adorably. His eyes peeked up over the newspaper; he lifted a slender dark brow.
"You mean the one on the street corner?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
"Yes! You can't really enjoy new York until you hear someone playing on the street corner!" she exclaimed seriously.
"Its true big brother," Rukia agreed, nodding her head seriously.
He looked at both women.
"You do know that we have to be at the met in 20 minutes?" he questioned, his eye brow still raised.
Hisana furrowed her brow and thought for a moment.
Rukia looked out the window back to the drummer boy, further down she spotted bright orange hair heading running dangerously down the street. Cars raced by at an alarming speed. The fact that the girl wasn't mowed down yet was a miracle.
"Hey guys, look at he-"
The car in front of them stopped abruptly, causing their driver to swerve to avoid hitting them. The car hit something, sending it spiraling into the air, landing upside down, skidding a few feet before it came to a complete stop.
Rukia opened her eyes, pain radiated throughout her entire body. Painful, wet coughs wrecked through her body.
It was dark, and she was covered in water.
"Hisana…Big brother…Hisana! B-big b-brother?!" she called to them in the small, enclosed space as she choked on what she is now sure smoke.
"Over here! Come on, I hear some sounds!" she heard unfamiliar voices yelling.
She heard some noise and felt a gush of cool air rush against her wet back.
"This one is injured!" she heard a masculine voice yell. She felt strong arms grab her torso and pull her out of the smoking car. Everything was dizzy and blurry.
"SORA! SORA! PLEASE! I'M SORRY! SORA!" she heard a light, broken feminine voice scream in panic. "SORA I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY! SORA PLEASE! PLEASE, SORA!"
She was dizzy, she felt like vomiting.
Crazily, she looked around, trying to locate her sister and brother.
She spots Byakuya lying on a stretcher being forced into an EMT. She looks around for her sister and sees her being pulled out of car. Her body looks all wrong. It's limp, twisted and bloodied.
"Hisana…" she whispers to herself. She could feel herself being placed on stretcher. Various hands moved about her body and face, preventing her from getting up.
"Hisana!" she says louder, fighting the hands that were fighting her.
"HISANA!"
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Orihime awoke to a strong masculine scent. Immediately, her lips curled into a smile. She nuzzled her face deeper into his chest as his arms tighten around her.
"Good morning sleeping beauty," she feels his warm breath as he whispers in her hair, placing a soft, gentle kiss in her hair. She looks up to see his warm brown eyes. She purses her lips. Smiling, he leans down and places a lingering kiss on them.
Her eyes widens in surprise when she sees his bruised eyes and nose.
"Ichigo…what happened to your face?" she reaches up and her fingers scale the sore skin.
He bites back a soft moan.
"Oh, well, um, I guess you can say that I had a bit of an accident…I guess. But don't worry about it, it's not as bad as it looks," he offers her a smile. She bits her lip, a blush spreading across her face. "What?" he questions her.
"Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?" she murmurs, her face burning brightly.
He smirks, shifting so that she lied on top of him. Her eyes widened in surprise. He nuzzles her neck, murmuring yes into her soft skin.
Her breaths hitches as his hot, calloused fingers glide down the thin material of her hospital gown, touching the bare skin of her thighs.
She spread her legs until she was straddling him, scouting up until she was on his stomach, placing her arms on either side of his face. Her long orange hair provided a thick, silk curtain around their close faces.
She gently touched his nose with hers, he gave a small wince.
"Oh…it seems like it hurts really bad," she whispers across his face.
"Maybe your kisses will make it all better," he responds, trying to smile devilishly, but the pain in his face making it impossible.
She leans down, placing a small kiss on the top of his nose. Her lips glide down the side of his face and she places a kiss on his eye, trailing her lips back up his face to his other eye.
"There, all better?" she asks him.
"Mmhmm, my mouth is a little sore as well," he smiles. She leans and places a light kiss on his lips.
He places a hand on the back of her neck, pressing her closers, opening his mouth to devour hers.
She gasps, surprised. He moves his other hand away from her thigh to her back, lifting him up a bit to press their bodies closer together. He moves his mouth against hers, ignoring the searing pain on his face.
She sucks his upper lip, her teeth grazing the soft flesh.
He groans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt?" she asks softly, pulling away from him, pushing her hair behind her ear.
"Yeah," he grunts. "But I wouldn't mind if you did it again."
There was a loud knock on the door. Startled, Orihime dashed to climb off Ichigo. She overestimated the space of the bed and ended up falling off.
"Oww!" she moaned.
"Orihime! Are you okay?" Ichigo asked worried.
"Uh huh…" she moaned, sitting up, rubbing her head.
The door opened, revealing a cheery nurse.
"Good Morning love birds! I've just come to check your vitals Orihime and to tell you that you can go home later today after you sign the discharge papers. Oh, where is she?" the cheerful nurse asks, looking around.
"I'm right here," Orihime spoke, climbing up the side of the bed, her face tinged pink.
"Oh, dearie, what are you doing on the floor?" Her face became an even darker shade of pink as she refuses to look at Ichigo.
"Uh…um…eh?" she stumbled to make a coherent sentence.
The nurse looks from a bumbling Orihime to a semi-nervous looking Ichigo, putting two and two together.
"Oh, well then…" she said mildly flustered. "Well, you're being discharged today so…when you're home you can do…whatever it is I interrupted," she said with a sly grin. "Now come on, let's check your vitals."
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Orihime happily walked beside Ichigo, her hand in his, swinging back and forth as they rounded the corner on their street. She bumped into, giggling. He spins her around, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"Finally, I'm out of the hospital!" she exclaimed happily in between giggles.
"Yeah, finally," he agreed. Nuzzling into her neck. "And now that you're finally home, we can continue what we were doing this morning," he whispered into her neck.
"But Ichigo…aren't you in a lot of pain?"
"I think I'll manage," he said lifting her up. She squealed loudly, her legs flailing in the air.
He climbed up the stairs of her apartment complex with ease, setting her down so that she can open the door.
She opens the door, squirming underneath his roaming fingers.
"I'm so going to destroy you-"
They stop short when they heard the cocking of a gun. Their blood ran cold as the looked into the cold, slightly crazed eyes of Rukia.
She looked at Ichigo, the 44 magnum pointed squarely at Orihime. She cocked her head, a smile on her face.
"Please… finish what you saying."
O.O! Now be honest, Did you really see that coming?