Rescue mission, wooooo! So, this will be the last Chapter and if I feel it necessary, I might put in an epilogue. Prepare for not-so-awesome fight scenes in this one - Jealous Byakuya inc.

She had tried and tried to get him to admit to her that he had done something horrible, she knew he had just by the way he froze - Something that could make her resent him even more. Even when being kidnapped, she had tried to reason with him, reach out a gentle touch and give him a chance to redeem himself, but he hadn't taken it.

Instead, he had given her a weird, lopsided grin with an uneven stare and walked over to the nearby table, feeling around a bit, since she guessed his eyesight wasn't any better than hers in the dark - He walked back and in the small ray of light emitting from the lamp's bulb, she could discern the shape of something rectangular and thick, it had messy scrawl on it, so she assumed it to be a written report or something.

"I've been working on this every day since I first laid eyes on you, my beautiful Yu-chan," that was all he had said before taking the chair across from her and reading out loud. It turns out that it was an actually well-written novel,albeit a little off in the sanity department.

Before he began, he theatrically described to her the basic plotline, she gulped, having the feeling they'd be there for a long time - He spoke of stalking someone like it was the most romantic thing in the world - The story revolved around two characters and there were three antagonists too. A lowly shinigami, presumably the author, pining after a beautiful and young Shinigami Lieutenant, meanwhile she's set her sights on an 'incorrigible monster wearing the skin of people' - A.k.a; Byakuya Kuchiki. The other 'antagonist' was a peculiarly overprotective and overzealous 'fake Shinigami' that pranced around in a Captain's haori and had orange hair, constantly 'hoarding' the beautiful 'damsel in distress' for himself and not allowing her to consult others, lastly there was the black-haired 'she-devil' named Sarin.

She had made a comment about him insulting her family, saying she disliked the way he spoke of them like they were the villains, meanwhile he has her tied to a chair by nothing less than leeches - He had simply ignored the indignation in her voice, smiled light-heartedly and waved it off with an imaginary hand as if what people say meant nothing to his 'intelligent mind'.

She had actually found it an increasingly good read and was listening intently, before she knew it, hours had passed and he had been through almost half the book - Woah, was he a fast reader. The author was overly-excited by her attention and the words fell from his mouth like a typhoon of dictionaries. She did think her character was too saint-like to be her, but he was right on the money when he wrote his character - Mood swings gallaw. Her eyebrow twitched every now and then when Karin was called a 'she-devil' and her Onii-chan was compared to something sinister and putrid, "It's not like that!" she had defended adamantly.

There was one character she didn't know much about, she didn't know who it was based on either - His supposedly loyal and calculating partner-in-crime who always stayed by his side, making himself like a sibling - Maybe that voice I heard earlier.. she pieced together.

Where was she? Where'd that bastard take Yuzu?! Where could they be? he thought frustratedly - He had witnessed him and her stumbling every which way down the dirt road, leading outside of the Seireitei.

He wasn't trailing her this time, he had actually been called out to Ukitake's estate for some reason when he saw them, his arms were wrapped securely around Yuzu, much to Byakuya's dismay. He had already accepted that he had less-than-innocent feelings for his Lieutenant. It was inevitable after all..

He had a duty to do, and he had no reason not to trust the man, except for a gut instinct that haunted him over and over, he had gone off to do whatever Ukitake wanted him to, which turned out to be him confessing that some of the Koi fish in his pond, actually belonged to him - So that's where they went! Damnit, Yachiru.

But today, when he had gone to his desk, he had expected her two hours after he arrived, as always since some might say he got up incredibly early. He waited and waited, gave her another two hours before he started to get suspicious - The Yuzu he knew would drag her body on only her elbows if her legs were incapacitated, which is one of the reasons he admired her so.

He had been feeling a certain connection to her as of late - Her reiatsu stood out more than anyone else's ever had to him before. He tried to zone in on it, as best as he could but there was only a faint pulse of her reishi in the whole area. Then he remembered when he had stalked the guy to the farthest Rukongai district before turning back, as to not appear to be visiting such a place.

His swift feet seemed to have a mind of their own, they even somehow activated Shunpo on their own. He was known for being quite fast, despite still not being able to beat Yoruichi in tag, and he made it to his destination in no time - As he thought, the faint trace of her spiritual pressure became somewhat brighter, though it felt like it had been dimmed by something. Thankfully, not at an alarming rate.

He felt like a tracking dog as he moved in his dignified manner throughout the poverty-stricken neighborhoods, occasionally lowering himself to speak to commoners, asking them if they had seen either of the pair, or even if they had seen both. The few pointers he had gotten proved to be dead-ends, but this latest one was actually helpful.

"I saw them walking towards the old Inn on the end of the street to our left," a helpful old woman had said with a smile on her aged features.

He desperately followed the directions and found himself infront of a ragged, old shack. He couldn't help but be disgusted that someone might be keeping his Yuzu in there as their captive. Who knew what he was doing to her..

Yuzu found herself becoming increasingly creeped out. He had pictures of her doing everything! LITERALLY EVERYTHING.

He held one up infront of her face, it was her during that one halloween when Rukia-nee had talked her into wearing the sailor-fuku that looked just like her Middle School uniform, it wasn't the highlight of her life, since Ichi-nii had punched maybe half a dozen guys in the face for looking up her short skirt. "It's one of my favorites," he said fondly, giving a thin smile.

She shivered at the blissful look on his face, it was worrying, to say the least. He had a whole pile to go and he had been showing them for an hour and a half already. There were pictures of her slaying hollows in the outer districts, trying to figure out how she should style her hair ("I liked the ponytail myself, but you look good anyway, my perfect Yu-chan~") there was pictures of her racing Reika for Onii-chan's attention, though the little Sister won every time, whether she was first or not; "If I untied you, would you run towards me too, my Queen?" Creepy! Yuzu had shook her head, even though she might've had a chance to escape if she had said yes.

Suddenly, his eyes had narrowed and her mind kind of went blank. She vaguely remembered him throwing the pictures to the floor and rushing towards her, both his hands steadying her face so that she wouldn't be able to shy away and then.. He kissed her. He forced his lips onto her own and to say he was forceful would be an understatement, it seemed he was trying to go as fast as possible. Yuzu just looked shocked, occasionally feeling burning on her ankles and wrists from trying to struggle away from him.

As if on cue, the large, wooden double-doors were promptly kicked into, sending splinters scattering over the marble-like floors - A furious looking Byakuya could be seen by the doorway, he watched in pure rage as Hakeno continued to force himself onto the restrained Lieutenant - The strange captor had sensed the familiar reiatsu of the Captain and had to speed up the 'Make-Yuzu-mine' step a little, sadly, this had been his death warrant.

Byakuya briskly walked over to the interlocked pair and took hold of the other man's collar, pulling him back and throwing him into the farthest wall for added effect, before looking at the red-faced Yuzu, "Are you okay?" he asked, the concern was evident in his eyes, even if his voice seemed to be the same.

She was in a daze though, all she gave was an affirmative nod - She couldn't believe that her distant Taicho had come to save her and he looked absolutely furious. She decided that she wouldn't hope for too much, just a little.

The angered Taicho in question wanted to get Yuzu out of there as quickly as possible, so he used his Zanpakuto to rid her of the constricting ooze that locked itself around her slim ankles and wrists, where rings of burnt skin marked each one. "Go," he said simply before facing the man. She hesitated for a moment, her Captain looked murderous, did she really want the man dead?

Her eyes settled on a picture. What was it? It looked so familiar. She went closer, ignoring all calls from either man and picked it up - She trembled as she saw what it truly was of - Her. A slim, five foot eight girl with waist length, sandy-brown hair that was swaying in the breeze to her right - Chains hung off her wrist, though the picture was taken from the side view, so you could only see one of the swords, she recognized it immediately - That was Tsuiho Raito and that was Her. Those were the hollows.. And those were her injured Squad members.

I'm sure I'm not the only one thinking it.. that same dark, malevolent voice echoed in her mind with suspicion, That bastard sent those hollows are you - He caused all that damage. Don't even bother asking him, you know it's true - Just go, that Captain of yours will take care of him - The most important thing is that you're safe, insisted the man's voice.

She had no time to be stubborn this time - She ran, ran away from everything and didn't stop until someone blocked her path, "Stop!" the shaded figure shouted, standing infront of her and a extended glint of steel could be seen - Zanpakuto.

Byakuya was emitting a dangerous aura as he took hold of his Zanpakuto's hilt a little too firmly, pulling it from its sheath swiftly and showing an arrogant and cold facade to the opponent, gripping his sword tightly in his strongest hand and putting it forward, inviting the other to strike.

Haneko didn't hide his anger like Byakuya did - He had all but exploded when Yuzu escaped him because of this meddling Captain - To be honest, he hadn't made precautionary measures for the stoic man because he believed that Yuzu was little more than nothing to a nobleman. His own weapon was drawn and he had taken a unique fighting style which he had worked on alone, not even his Brother had helped him. The sword hovered over his shoulder, ready to cover his face if need be.

"You need to be taught that I do not tolerate others touching what is mine," Byakuya said coldly, shooting off a sharp glare, as he prepared to shunpo behind the other combatant.

"She's not yours!" Haneko insisted angrily, running towards him with his sword trailing back, clutched tightly in between his hands, so tightly that his knuckles had become white from the pressure. He slashed downwards, only for his momentum-clad strike to be stopped in it's tracks by a relaxed and rather frivolous wave of Senbonzakura.

"She is mine," Byakuya pushed fiercely at their battling katanas, sending Haneko tumbling towards the wall.

The mysterious man didn't waste any time - He took his weapon and charged at Yuzu without any warning, besides an angry glare and muttered curse words. Thuds and crashes could be heard from the chamber that Yuzu had abandoned mere minutes before.

"Hey!" she yelled, scarcely escaping a severe gash to her torso, she used a Hakuda ability, falling back into a bridge formation and flinging her legs up to kick at her attacker's hands, causing him to lose focus on her, more determined to keep his hold on his sword now.

She jumped back, unsheathing Tsuiho without hesitation. She could feel that her hands trembled at the thought of actually having to kill another of her own kind, but she was soon woken up from such thoughts by a rather quick shunpo executed by the offending party. He was about to slice her head clean off her head when she, herself shunpoed away from his range, leaving him utterly dumbfounded.

I have to get rid of that sword, he's too quick. she thought strategically. She ran at him again, hoping for him to strike this time - And he did. A violent thrash of his sword-wielding arm right at her. She fell back onto her hands, being in a half hand-stand position, her slender legs locked around his arm and caged him in, gaining her a cut on her upper thigh - She cringed at this, but ignored the pain as she twisted his arm painfully, causing him to relinquish the weapon.

Success! To be fair, she sheathed her own blade after cautiously kicking her opponent's discarded weapon outside of the closed-in room, making it impossible for him to get it, lest he turn his back on her. No, Yuzu-chan - You have to use us! demanded the softer voice of Tsuiho.

Hakeno and Byakuya's blades met once more in a clash of power, though the Captain easily overpowered the outcast using only one hand. Still, the other was nimble, he got away with only a few tears in his clothing or a small slit across his cheek.

"Hado, #11: Tsuzuri Raiden," he said calmly, his grey eyes remaining half-lidded as he touched his two middle fingers onto his Zanpakuto's conducting metal surface.

Hakeno had always neglected to study Kido, so he was at a loss in this one - His brother was the true expert at that kind of stuff. What did he just do though?

Byakuya smirked at the baffled expression on the other's face, not a very well-learned man afterall. He just needed to get one cut - I apologize for this, Senbonzakura, he thought to his inner soul, gaining a warm feeling which usually meant he was forgiven - His Zanpakuto was one of the only souls in existence which he would ever show remorse towards.

He thrust forward and catching his adversary on his toned deltoids, feeling satisfied when he felt the man's presence lighten and his body surge in accordance with the volts of electricity moving through him - Byakuya spread his hand out, palm flat out facing the almost-groveling opponent; "Hado, #33: Sokatsui!" he barked sharply, a blue sphere of his overbearing reiatsu gathering within his grasp - He shot it out, purposely only hitting the sword-wielding arm.

Upon contact, Hakeno's verdant orbs widened to an impossible expanse, and he tried to clutch his arm, though he only found thin air - He couldn't even scream, he was in such shock. Byakuya seemed to have added a few extra charges of his bountiful reishi into the attack, causing it to complete incinerate the man's right arm.

"As I said, I won't tolerate you touching what is mine,"

Her shihakusho was ripped in several places from her collisions with the wall, blood streamed from her mouth and her forehead, where a trail of the crimson liquid flowed freely over the left side of her determined face. She knew she couldn't afford to be stubborn anymore, fair or not, this was merely survival. She pulled out her weapon once again, much to her opponent's dismay; "Blend, Tsuiho Raito!" she demanded her Zanpakuto to aid her and it would happily do so.

As much as he hated it, he was scared - He was with his older Brother when he had taken the picture that had infuriated her so much because of the implications, he had seen the extent of her powers and being the calculating and overthinking individual he was, he fully believed that she had not yet used all of her power on him.

He was definitely right, almost immediately after, she glared at him with her heterochromatic-stricken eyes of charged opposites and crossed her dual blades over her black-clad chest, the chains swinging occasionally to touch the bracer, which caused a spark to erupt from it, never hurting their Master though; "Sohansuru Sengo-Koku*!"

He was awe-struck despite the situation he was in - Never before had he seen such harmony working within one person. The two seemingly opposites intertwined with each other, as if they belonged together. They weaved themselves through the gaps that the other left and soon formed a pole-arm of sorts. A shadow-purple blade that even had a certain blood-lusting gleam to it, a handle of light spread over the midsection of an extensive pole consisting of both light and shadow, twisting around each other - It seemed like it was a death wish to touch it, but the girl firmly gripped at it without hesitation.

"What's your name?" she asked finally, her supernatural spear already pointing in his direction, causing him to gulp.

He slightly backed away, "Hetaro Kenshi," he told her reluctantly. She gaped - This must be the 'loyal and calculating partner-in-crime'. They didn't look very alike if you'd ask her; Pale blue eyes, like those that the waiter had, spiky blonde hair, also like the waiter, his facial structure was like the waiter's too - Oh! He was the waiter, how could I not tell earlier?! she reprimanded herself silently.

"Hakeno and Hetaro," she said to herself thoughtfully, "You did all of this just for your Brother's crush?" she asked him confusedly, not seeing how one can see so much potential in stalking.

"Hai - Hakeno is my only family, I will do what I have to, to keep him safe, even if I have to eliminate the object of his affections," he explained - He really was ever loyal.

"That's really nice of you," she said softly, smiling at him sadly, knowing what she would have to do in the end.

"I tire of your games," Byakuya informed him coolly, two fingers sitting infront of his face, aligned perfectly with the bridge of his nose, "Bakudo,#61: Rikojo Koro," he said quietly, just above a whisper.

The six, wide beams of light came from all sides to incapacitated the hardly-standing, one-armed man who flimsily swung his Zanpakuto in his off-hand. He was paralyzed and his jaw fell slack as they stabbed into his every side, holding him in place.

"I'm truly sorry it had to end this way," Byakuya told him, rather insincerely, "But I will do whatever is needed of me to protect those important to me," after the words left his mouth, he felt like that orange-haired Ryoka boy had momentarily taken over his body; that would explain the over-protective feelings that came about when thoughts of Yuzu being in mortal harm came to mind.

"Senbonzakura Kageyoshi," such a monotonous command when he was about to send someone off from their afterlife was truly appalling, but oh so very Byakuya.

Hakeno gulped, he knew what this meant, he was done for, he could do nothing, could hardly even breath. He watched in awe as they were surrounded by five tiers of pink, glowing blades that were lined up perfectly and neatly, the Zanpakuto was a perfectionist like its Master.

"Shukei: Hakuteiken," The swords scattered into innumerable amounts of deadly cherry blossom petals and rushed toward Byakuya eagerly. From his back, materialized luminescent wings of light pink, a matching halo-like crown adorned the air above his head - Lastly, within his grasp stood a visibly formidable sword, bigger than his katana, made from his Bankai's materials and his own reiatsu - The death of all who would face Byakuya's wrath was upon this poor man.

"Angel of Death," Hakeno murmured, resigning himself to his fate, before Byakuya's arm dropped and with it, the power-infused sword that he clutched onto, without hesitation. Byakuya watched, seemingly without regret, pain or disgust as his own sword fell over the man like the cold blade of a reprimanding guillotine, harshly splitting his upper and lower half to fall out of his Bakudo and separate over the blood-stained floor.

Something snapped within Hetaro's mind - He knew what it meant. His Brother was gone - He should've known that he couldn't handle the infamous Captain Kuchiki, how could he have been so naive? They had never expected even her, practically an angel, to melt the thick layer of ice encasing the Sixth Taicho's heart. But now, he had lost his brother over it.

Instead of looking at her with anger, his eyes only softened with sorrow, he lurched forward, startling her - His hands and knees touched the ground as he looked down, sobs and whimpers escaping his mouth and the splashing of tears over the stone-cold floor reverberated throughout the room, "Please, kill me too, I can't live without my Brother, he's all I have," he whispered pleadingly.

She understood his feelings, she wouldn't want to bear the loss of her Onii-chan either, but did she have the right to do this? He was literally begging on his hands and knees, yet she stands here frozen. Transparent tear drops start to fall from her eyes profusely, running paths down both sides of her face, pausing at her quivering jaw and then joining Hetaro's own on the hard floor. You have to, Yuzu-chan - His Brother said he was loyal, but if this is what he wants, then you should atleast respect it. lectured the sweet, understanding voice of her Zanpakuto, urging her on.

She nodded quickly, though he could not see. Her unearthly weapon was raised over her head in both delicate hands and she pointed the tip in his direction, "I'm so sorry.." she said solemnly, her tears becoming more frequent now, she turned her head away and tightly shut her eyes. She brought down the pole-arm, grimacing at the feeling of her weapon driving through flesh. She could feel the warm, crimson liquid pool up around her feet and she visibly cringed. Her Zanpakuto could feel her disgust and sealed itself quickly.

He let out one last grunt of life before falling limp, impaled through the chest by her harmonious, yet unnatural weapon.

Then she fainted..

When Yuzu awoke, she was greeted by the smell of Sakura trees, and a warm, pleasant feeling enveloping her. She instinctively snuggled closer to the feeling, though when she leaned her head towards it, it felt like the familiar feel of.. a man's chest!

She moved her head back and gawked at the sight. Byakuya Kuchiki was walking, his face forward throughout Soul Society, with a giant bundle in his hands, best recognized as his Lieutenant, Yuzu Kurosaki.

He didn't seem to mind the attention he got, but she sunk into his chest the minute she spotted a group of Shinigami women whispering amongst themselves - Gossiping, no doubt. "Kuchiki-taicho?" she asked meekly, looking up at him who had a slight smirk on his face.

"Hm?" he asked, looking down at her. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something about the stoic face he gave her seemed softer and kinder than it usually was.

"Where are you taking me?"

"The Kuchiki Manor, of course,"

"EHHHHH?!"

Twenty Minutes More of Byakuya's Awkward Cradling of Yuzu-chaan~..

After getting over the initial shock of how big the Kuchiki manor truly was, Yuzu was escorted by a maid to change into something 'more suitable of a lady accompanying Master Kuchiki', whatever that means. She was pampered and stuffed into a floral kimono of pink and white, I wonder if those are Taicho's favorite colors, she thought to herself.

Byakuya had wanted to confide in Yuzu what he was feeling, though he didn't wish to do it in the company of his nosy servants, so he had dragged her into his chambers, despite her incessant protests.

The Kuchiki heir seemed very curious about her behavior - He had 'calmly' walked down the corridor, only to peek into the room where he assumed to be Yuzu and that child's battleground - He had a gaping hole going right through his back to his torso, impaling him, though the weapon was gone and her Zanpakuto couldn't cause such damage. He looked at her and it became one of the few times he had truly panicked. He picked her up into his arms, only to find that the puddle of blood did not belong to her, thankfully. But he thought she'd be much more traumatized - Someone like her murdering someone wasn't something easily brushed off.

Just when he thought that he was safe to convey his feelings to her, her eyes widened and a whimper escaped her lips, "I.. I k-k-ki-killed someone!" she said, she certainly was traumatized, he guessed that the fall and shock had caused temporary amnesia.

"Yes, but you only did what he would've wanted," he deducted that the man had willingly given his life after her sensed his Brother's reiatsu fade from the Soul Society.

"His blood, I was soaked in it, that's why I felt so disgusting earlier," she explained, looking at her hands with a horrified expression as if they had a mind of their own, "I can't believe I did that.. How could I? I'm.. horrible," she sank down into the chair that Byakuya had forced her into.

He instinctively pulled her close to him and stroked her hair, feeling her warmth against him made him even more sure of his feelings, "You are not horrible," he stated clearly, while still showing his small affections, "I love you," he blurted out, though it was calm and without hesitation, "I plan to make you my wife, if that's suitable to you," he told her immediately after.

What did he just say? He loves me?! This is a dream! she told herself, she was surely being disillusioned by some mind trick, something to do with her killing that man - Her mind was playing a prank on her, that's it! She was going insane, of course - But something about this felt so real - Without even thinking, she nodded into his chest, though she didn't regret the thoughtless motion.

She pushed her away from his chest, much to her dismay. His hands let go of her sleek shoulders and his palms were placed gently on both sides of her face before his face descended upon hers, claiming her lips with his own pair. She immediately answered, as if it was the only thing that seemed right in the world. Her arms lightly wrapped around his neck, the interlocked creases resting over the nape.

He pushed her further down onto the sofa, his hands reaching around her waist to push her even closer to him than she had been moments ago. Her face flushed as his actions elicited a pleasured moan through their connected lips. His hands began roaming over her sides, her torso, everywhere in between. She pulled back, panting for breath, greedily taking air in and out of her lungs before being pulled back into a passionate kiss, which increased in intensity every move that Byakuya made.

"I love you, too," she said breathlessly.

And that brings us to the very last chapter of the Story (Unless I decide to put up an epilogue or something) This is like, horrible, in my opinion. I know I could've done better, but oh well :c The romance aspect was a bit off, I feel - Feeling development, etc. The way the feelings were conveyed was a bit dry too, like - How does a Byakuya confess his undying love to you? :P

If any of you are curious, while this whole incident was going on, Karin, Ichigo and my OC, Reika were busy in the Fourth Division, witnessing the birth of their son (or nephew in Karin's case). I've decided his name will be Aishigoku, which doesn't really have a proper meaning because I made it up on the spot ;)

As much as I just criticized this story, I hope you enjoyed it, bye~ :3

P.S: I guess, if you guys want the Epilogue, you can tell me and I'll get on it right away ^_^ 3