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Chapter List
- 1-The King's Eyes
- 2-Her Protector No Matter the Foe
- 1
- 2
So Similar to He Who�s Heart She Holds

�� Wut�s gotcha so bummed eh Ichigo?�� Kon crowed at his
usual volume of five decibels above too loud and right in my ear.

�� I was
probably looking contemplative; he always wanted attention if there was anyone
within twenty feet of him not focused on what he was doing at that very
moment.� Staring out the window of my
bedroom and not really thinking, more like, enjoying the silence.� It was getting rarer as the minuets ticked by
but I felt helpless to conquer my hollow self.

�� I didn�t
even have to look, my hand swatted out reflexively and Kon
was batted out of the windowsill to the ground where I rested my heel where his
mouth was sewn in, he was small I had to remember he didn�t need much
persuading.� �Rukia�s
sleeping shut-up,� I hissed but otherwise continued staring without seeing
anything, lifting my foot back up onto the bed.

�� It�s okay
Kurosaki-kun I�ll get this mooching ass out of your hair,� Rinrin
chirped pushing the frazzled lion without luck as he moaned still lying from
his fall as if he were out.� �Come on!�

�� Much
appreciated Rinrin,� I gave her a half-hearted smile
I didn�t feel.� I watched them leave,
managing to close my door.� As I watched
them leave the movement of the closet door opening caught my attention.� I turned back to the window.

�� Ichigo,� Rukia slipped the door
open enough to peek out it sounded like.

�� Did that
baka Kon wake you?��
I asked and the annoyance quickly sparked to anger like a fire grew fed
by dry brush.� Whoa�I pressed my palm into my forehead as I leaned forward staring
at my bare toes as if expecting to be dizzy or blackout, praying I won�t but�Nothing.

�� No,� Rukia lifted her soul phone and the hollow tracker was
beeping.

�� I must be
out of it to have missed it.� That�s just
how messed up I�m becoming.� Where was my
shinigami
badge?

�� Fuck.

�� Doesn�t
seem powerful--�

�� Renji�?�� I started
to ask after a tingle of fear touched me at my private musing.

�� No, I�ll
go no need to bother anyone about such a puny hollow,� I easily heard her feet
hit the floor of my room as she slip out of her self-imposed closet room, otousan had a bed
for her in my sisters� room.

�� Rukia I got it,� I mustered up the courage but when I
turned I found her in her shinigami form.

�� Already going,
get some sleep,� She gave me a hug after a moment and I was glad she had gotten
that comfortable with me.� She lifted her
hand and my badge was in her hand the eyes of the skull pulsing with light
making its strange noise.� After a moment
of fiddling with it the badge went quiet and I gave her a sheepish look and
retied it to the belt loop of my jeans.

�� I watched
her go over the rooftops, tracking her reiatsu as she
dropped out of sight.� Why was I scared
to leave my body and take my shinigami form?

�� It�s because you think
your safe in this human husk.

�� I felt the
fine tremor that ran up my spine at the hiss of venomous thought that wasn�t my
own.� I took a deep breath to steady
myself and lowered from my sitting position into lying down on my bed, trying
to sleep.

�� I don�t
like Rukia going after hollows alone, especially with
the threat of the arrancar out there.� I know she kicks ass but I have a job to do,
and Hitsugaya wanted the shinigami in Karakura Town to go out in pairs especially when
he went back to soul society to make reports to Yamamoto, like tonight.

�� At school
today he had mentioned leaving right afterwards to requisition some
communication equipment from Squad twelve he planned to set up at Orihime�s where he and his lieutenant were staying.� He had mentioned dragging his vice-captain
along but she had gone missing as soon as the dismissal bell rang, true to
character.

�� My home
town seemed to be well fortified against any enemies that decided to come from Hueco Mundo, but it still didn�t
make me standing out of any fight feel good.

�� Rukia thought she had beaten some sense into me, I admit it
worked for a small while, she told me to get stronger to beat all my
adversaries.� I couldn�t tell her that I
had so many doubts, one of them being a nasty voice in my head that wouldn�t go
away no matter how hard I tried.

�� I�d become
a shinigami
to fight the arrancar and usually when I�m
overwhelmed by my hollow self I can�t do anything for a few horrified moments,
just go along for the ride as he berserks his way through my fight.� This time I think the monster wanted to prove
to me that he could do more than that.�
I�ve only hurt enemies so far but the day that I fought those two arrancar my hollow self had taken total control of my
muscles and shut them down.� I got hurt
of course, and to protect me Orihime�

�� Like he�s
told me so many times, he�s only getting closer and closer and each time it
only get�s harder to battle aside the mask.

�� I can�t
explain how good it feels.� I feel
nothing but shame at this confession.�
The mask doesn�t incapacitate me with pain, fear comes from me
automatically but it�s the pleasure that keeps me bound a little longer.

�� It only
gets worse as he fights.� For him
fighting is as good as sex, he loves to cut, main, kill.

�� Hichigo Shirosaki.

�� I was
afraid he didn�t care whose blood was spilt, even my own.� None of my friends have been hurt yet,
haven�t even seen him yet.� I hope they
never do.

�� Dad will be
pissed if he decides to do a midnight �surprise� inspection and I�m still in my
street cloths but�Damn, I must be tired I
usually can�t sleep if Rukia�s out fighting�

****

�� Rukia�s foot slipped as she walked with reishi
across the empty space between houses.�
She grabbed the window frame and crouched in the sill, getting too old
for this.� She joked with herself as she
chuckled and tip toed over Ichigo�s bed landing
silently on the floor.

�� He was
usually awake when she got back, wanting to know each slash and no mai she got
off with Sode no Shirayuki her zanpakutō.� He
wasn�t snoring yet he was probably faking.�
She leaned over him but his eyes were closed.� Guess he can hear with everyone else
tomorrow, she frowned and turned to cross the room to the closet.

�� She wouldn�t let on,
she always suffered like that�like Inoue�in silence, but she liked the
reenactment almost better than the real fight.�
Ichigo always watched with his brown eyes
bright with enthusiasm, still wanting to learn from her even now, when he had
obviously surpassed her.

�� Sinking back into her gigai was easy and even as she was getting settled
she was hit with a yawn.� It was never
more obvious she wasn�t a shinigami than in
the stupid thing, with all the human foibles Urahara
had made them have.� Also�

�� Reopening the closet
she jumped out and rushed to go the bathroom.�
�Damn fake bladder Urahara-sama!�

�� You�re back.�

�� At his sleepy voice Rukia stopped climbing back into her closet.� She was in her newest purchase with Matsumoto
and Orihime blue silk pants and camisole that made
her eyes deadly.� �I didn�t wake you did
I?�

�� No,� Then a coughing
as if clearing his throat.� �What
happened?�

�� Usually she was in her
shinigami form when she did her
reenactments.� She did a pantomime and he
chuckled as she failed to shunpo in her gigai
and stumbled.� �Be quiet!�

�� Sorry.�

�� Rukia
watched him as he moved to cross his arms under his orange frazzled head to see
her show better.� She was glad she�d
stopped moving through the fight when the blanket revealed his shirtless
chest.� Stop ogling him!� Rukia blushed and
looked away and held up her finger.� �Hadō 31 and he was�cleansed,� Rukia smiled pleased at her work, doing a mimic of using
her zanpakutō to send the hollow to the soul
society.

�� You�re not hurt?�

�� Didn�t lay a claw on
me,� Rukia didn�t know if he should go back to her
bed or stay up and find another topic to keep her there.� �I�m glad to see you smile again Ichigo.�

�� His eyes flickered
over her before meeting her gaze, �I�m glad to see you aren�t hurt Kuchiki.�

�� Rukia,�
She corrected with a smile, it had taken her so long to get him to throw off
the honorific.� Silly Ichigo, then again she was just as much a stickler for
protocol.� Ichigo
only stuck by them when he really respected a person.� As Rukia thought
about it she recalled her onii-san�s unusual
ripple of ire when Ichigo had called him Byakuya without an honorific of any kind.

�� Sit?�

�� Rukia
smiled softly as he read her discomfort, few had ever been able to see what she
had learned to cover with aloof fa�ade, this boy�s face seemed to be the key to
it all, his soul?� She watched him move
so his feet were out of the way and as she moved closer to sit at a proper
distance the blankets fell to pool in his lap.�
She knew more or less where every scar came from that shown with relief
in the moonlight across his torso.� Not
even Unohana�Taichō
and her entire Squad four could erase all that this boy had been through.

�� Ichigo,�
Rukia made herself meet his
gaze and now that she was closer she easily saw.� �What�s wrong with your eyes?�

�� Oh this?� Human allergy?�� He rolled his suddenly black orbs with
piercing thick golden yellow irises, kind of like�

�� Hollow eyes?

�� She�d botched a blow
and cracked a hollow mask before, every new shinigami
fresh from the academy could vouch for the common mistake�hell--Ichigo had managed his somewhere around hollow number
three.� Behind the masks was usually the
face of what had once been the whole before it had succumbed to being a hollow
and it�s eyes were like Ichigo�s were.� Human allergy, my ass!

�� Rukia
moved closer on the bed so she wouldn�t have to lean forward, she wanted to
have a free hand as she extended her other to touch his bare chest.� His hand quickly captured hers, long fingers
tight around her wrist.� She looked up
and met his newly disturbing gaze and pressed her free hand to his pectoral.

�� What are you up to Kuchiki?�

�� Feeling for a hollow
hole,� Rukia half-heartedly tugged out of his grip as
she realized she would be unable to fend off a blow quickly this close.

�� When I had one,� When
his voice came it was soft, it wasn�t a good memory he spoke of.� He put her hand in the middle of his chest
and trapped it with his hands.� �It was
right here.�

�� Rukia�s
eyes teared-up as she thought about it and he
squeezed her hand as he saw the emotion.

�� I went through it so
I could come get you.�

�� With a nod Rukia remembered the day he�d saved her, what he�d been
through to get to her in the soul society, to get up to Sōkyoku
Hill where she�d waited for her death calmly, that asshole.� As she pressed her palm to his chest she felt
his speeding heart.

�� I saved you,� He
murmured his dark eyes piercing into Rukia�s.� He was quiet a moment and she was frozen, not
knowing what to do as she had never felt normal around this teen that looked so
much like her��And still I don�t get any pussy?�

�� Rukia
gasped, �What?�

�� Fifteen,� He chuckled
a little around the word.� �Hung like
this, and you don�t think�once!�of thanking me sexually?�

�� Ichigo
what--�

�� Kuchiki
I know how much you want me, you could never hide anything from me,� He
suddenly gave a snicker inhuman and his grip bit into her skin as he grabbed
her shoulder and pulled her into an arousing kiss.

�� Ichigo!�� Rukia gasped as his
fingers gently cupped her breasts, the thin camisole useless.

�� I think it�s just
because I haven�t tried before,� Ichigo�s voice
changed.� It was still Ichigo�s but the deep timber was as eerie as his eyes.� �You want me, don�t you Kuchiki?�

�� Because you�ve stolen
Ichigo�s body I�m sorry to say you have me on that,� Rukia grinned and slapped his hand off her breast.� �Why don�t you give him back his body?�

�� Aw come on Kuchiki,� He teased and idly raised the amount of reiatsu in his body.�
�Who am I?�

�� Rukia
stood and tried to move away but before she could even muster up a shunpo in
her gigai his fingers were gently but firm on
her wrist.� �Let go.�

�� The frown on his face
made her feel bad, he looked hurt by the distance she was putting between them,
she focused on his spiritual pressure.�
Her soul phone hadn�t gone off and she couldn�t really feel shinigami or hollow in the shell of her gigai, just that it was comfortingly the same reiatsu she always felt from Ichigo.� �I don�t get it Ichigo,
are you sick?�� She moved closer to him
and he released her with a small smile as she stared into his eyes.� �Did a strange hollow bite you?�

�� Must have.�

�� Rukia
bit her bottom lip in worry as she kept his gaze and debated getting out of her
gigai to get a better feel for the power
inside Ichigo, maybe get him to take on his shinigami form as well.� �Do you feel okay?�

�� Fine,� He chuckled
and moved to brush her dark hair behind her ear but there was always a piece
too short to get out of her face.� See
the difference between a body and a fake gigai?� She would know her sweet Ichigo�s
not at the wheel if she had though to pay attention to me before she got in the
meat sack.

�� Fuck
you Shirosaki.

�� Aw Ichigo-heika
after all the battles we�ve been through�� Except�Those pajamas.�

�� My pajamas?� I bought them with Inoue and Matsumoto-san,� Rukia was relaxed around him again.

�� They�re nice,� Hichigo assured her when she mistook his words to mean he
didn�t like them.� He threw his blankets
aside and swung his legs over the side of the bed as he sat on the edge.� He was still wearing the jeans he�d changed
into after school black and relaxed, a little baggy on his legs and long enough
that he was walking on them his bare toes peeking out.� He still had his shinigami
badge hanging from his belt along with the tiny protection charm his father had
given him.

�� But?�

�� That�s nice too, even
in those pajamas,� Hichigo teased and let his eyes
move over the curve of her ass so she was sure of his double entendre and she
glanced back at her own backside.� He
stood and as he slowly straightened his fingers slid under the lacy hem of her
camisole inching it upward as he curled toward her.

�� What�s wrong with the
PJs?�� Rukia was serious.

�� Hichigo
grumbled and leaned down as he caressed along her belly around her sides
tugging the top as he touched her back.�
�They�re on you.�

�� Ichigo,�
She blushed and didn�t resist when he lowered his lips to kiss her again.� �Hey,� Rukia gasped
after only a moment, capturing his hands through her shirt.� �You�ve been, not yourself�I thought you�d be
more excited about all the help coming from the soul society.�

�� Sorry, you know I�ve
had a shitload on my mind,� Hichigo didn�t have to
lie much, it was kind of disappointing.�
�Battle
after battle, now with these arrancar�� He rolled his eyes.�
He removed his hands and crossed them over his muscular chest.

�� Hichigo
didn�t have to dig deep to recall exactly why that pussy Ichigo
hadn�t gotten some by now.� �Abarai,� He met her violet eyes and moved in again on top
of the cloths, pulling her close.� �Told
me to stay away from you.�

�� What?�� Rukia shouted and
blushed when Hichigo laughed at her reaction.

�� Don�t know
why he thinks his red pineapple head belong here,� He grinned as his words made
her laugh.

�� I didn�t
know you were even interested,� She whispered subdued as their eyes held for a
few minutes in silence.

�� How the
hell could I resist you Kuchiki,� He moved against
her as he lowered to capture her lips again, his tongue pressing along the line
of her bottom lip.� �You didn�t answer me
before, do you want me?�

�� I
answered.�

�� No plainly
enough for me to understand,� Hichigo let one of his
eyebrows arch high; it would only help if she continued this line of
conversation.� �Who do you think you�re talking
to Kuchiki?�
Ishida?�� He could tell she didn�t
want to laugh but she succumbed.

�� I noticed
how quiet you are when we�re in soul society,� Hichigo
stifled a giggled as Ichigo writhed against the power
holding him as all the unsaid ponderings he hadn�t let himself say floating
from another�s lips.

�� Somebody should have the balls to
say it, Hichigo taunted.� �I think it�s a bad influence, you�re not
yourself there,� He brushed his fingertips through her dark hair.� �I�ll bet that�s the first good laugh you�ve
had since you said bye to Byakuya.�

�� Leave onii-sama out of this,� She widened her eyes for infuses.

�� I can tell
how happy you are now that you came back here,� Hichigo
ran his knuckles along her jaw.� �I just
wanted a taste of those luscious smiling lips,� He took her mouth again
thrusting his tongue in to dance along her teeth.

�� Ichigo howled deep down where he was trapped as her small
tongue came alive dancing against his.�
As he came up for air she moaned his name and he wasn�t slow or cautious
anymore.� Hichigo
Shirosaki was anything but those things.

�� He pushed
her top up and uncovered her breasts.� He
gave her a wicked grin as she pulled away again, this time to finish removing
her camisole with a sweep of her arms.

�� Enjoying
the agony of Ichigo he darted in to cup each small
round orb.� Sit back and relax, Hichigo let his
thumbs flick quickly one nipple then the other until they were achingly
hard.� Enjoy the ride Ichi-heika.

�� Hichigo busied his
lips with open mouth kisses along her jaw and down her throat to her collar
bone.� Her small fingers trembled over
the muscles of his chest as his fingers pinched almost too hard at her nipples
and all she could do was cry out his name.

�� Sshh,�
Hichigo hissed moving to suck gently on the curve of
her shoulder and neck.� �Unless you want otousan breaking down the door to cheer me on.�

�� Shall we fuck her Ichi-heika?

�� No!� Ichigo shouted from
his cage.� Rukia don�t let him do this!

�� She doesn�t want
me, she�s after the original edition, and Hichigo
paused to take a quick peek at his handiwork, the dark red�almost purple�hicky discoloring her pale skin.� He planned on marking her more permanently
later and even the shivers of what he planned for sweetest Rukia
had Ichigo fighting like a wild beast against the
mask.

�� Don�t touch her baka!�
If only Rukia had tried to feel his spiritual
pressure outside her gigai, the outter wrapping of them both were hindering Rukia�s senses.

�� Have you kissed
these sweet lips Kurosaki?� Hichigo tortured, knowing the answer himself.� Can you see how swollen they are for
you?� But I did the kissing.

�� She was so short he
lowered slowly to his knees to capture a nipple at first gently with
suction.� Rukia�s
fingers sunk into his short orange hair and tugged, her fingers kneading as if
capable of nothing else as his tongue teased the taunt peak.

�� Mmm, Hichigo growled as he switched to the other breast his
teeth grazing.

�� I�I--� She gasped as
if trying to say his name his fingers still tweaking the unoccupied nipple.� �I�hh--� She
moaned, �Hh-Ichigo!�

�� Did you hear that Ichi-baka?� Hichigo rolled his tongue around her nipple, licking and
pulling with his teeth.� Can�t you
almost taste her tits?

�� You
can�t just be content with taking over my soul?�
Don�t do this�

�� You love her!� Hichigo paused in
his abuse of her nipple to look up at her passion-flushed face.� Her eyes were bright and luminous with the
sinful things Hichigo made her think.� Should I tell her?

�� Baka.

�� Rukia,�
Hichigo was surprised when his voice trembled over
what he�d meant to be confident and clear.�
Ichigo gave a suddenly violent surge but Hichigo gasped and hid his face against her belly as he
fought internally.� He gritted his teeth
as he tried to keep the reiatsu dampened, inside, he
didn�t have to flex far to slap his bitch.

�� Ichigo?� Rukia said in a soft aroused
whisper.

�� I want to be inside
you,� He lifted his head to meet her startled but excite-brightened eyes his
right hand slipping up the silk of her pants to stroke her, she was already wet
the entire pajama set worthless defense.

�� Please,� Rukia�s arms tightened around him pressing his face into
her soft skin.� �Please Ichigo�Stop.�

�� Did she just
say�Fuck!� �Rukia?�� He moved after her getting to his much longer
legs as she tried to back away from him.�
�What�s wrong?� I�m sorry I
thought--�

�� Ichigo�� Tears were a surprise to see in the shinigami�s
eyes.� �I don�t think we should�think
about Inoue and Renji?�

�� What the hell?� You said he was just a childhood friend,� Hichigo was getting just as excited at the storm of a fight
darkening Rukia�s lust.

�� He is, but I know he
cares, he�s told me,� Rukia sighed and looked around
for her camisole trying to pretend she was in a same sex bath, even if he was
staring with those new frightening eyes.

�� She had figured easily
that they reminded her of a hollow�s eyes behind their mask.� She felt there was another reason for the
shock of recognition those eyes had weakened her with.

�� You don�t like
him?� Like fucking a tropical fruit?�

�� Rukia
blushed and tired her best not to laugh.�
�Ichigo,� She chided.

�� Aw I didn�t want to
have to tell you this Kuchiki,� Going over options in
his head idly Hichigo kept himself close enough to
pounce, for whatever reason.� I�m a
hollow?� I love you?� I�m a hollow?�
Hm, wut cha think I-chi-go? �Hichigo drew out his
old master�s name like a taunt.

�� Don�t.� His voice beat
like a jolt and Hichigo had to close his eyes or Rukia would surely see a flash of the old king�s eyes and
know something was up.� Don�t.� The defeat of the voice was beginning to
overwhelm all else.

�� I love you, not Inoue!�� He felt Ichigo
twitch and rolled with silent laughter.� You
love �em both?�
Oh Kurosaki you hentai.

�� �Tell Inoue; don�t let
her think there could ever be a chance��

�� We don�t have to go
out and tell everybody Kuchiki,� Hichigo
tried to calm the inner laughter as he debated on how quickly he could end a
fight.

�� I�m sorry, I couldn�t
do that to Inoue,� Rukia smiled fondly of the
sweet-hearted girl.

�� Hm, I like a little blood and pain
before sex, tends to ruin the girls though, Hichigo
taunted revealing more about the place his hollow self had been trapped, where Ichigo had first seen old man Zangetsu.

�� Rukia,�
Hichigo moved close to her once again, not very
satisfied with the hicky on her right breast but
suddenly deadly curious as something occurred to him.� Do you think she could hand my bankai?

�� My bankai!� Ichigo was still
pulsing with the constant pleasurable sensation of being trapped behind the
mask.� The struggle against his hollow
self had only managed to make him tired and more susceptible to Hichigo locking him away permanently.

�� There�s a reason
why I�m here ba-ka, Hichigo
taunted as he reached for Rukia�s shoulders to pull
her closer, keep her from escaping.� You
can�t handle my bankai alone; I�m tired of the way
this relationship is working.� Especially
when you don�t take advantage.

�� For a moment they both
thought he�d won as Rukia lifted her head for a
passionate kiss.� Hichigo
snaked his arms around her to curl his fingers over her ass.� He left her breasts unmolested; he�d gotten
below the waist and wouldn�t go back so quickly this time.

�� Ichigo,�
She tore her lips from his and moved away her rejection spiking fury in Hichigo.� �Go, tell
Inoue.�

�� Then you�ll let me
fuck you Kuchiki,� Hichigo
growled angrily and almost slapped himself as she spun and leveled angry eyes
on him.

�� No,� Rukia bit the word out, in her hands was her rumpled
camisole.� �Sorry to disappoint
Kurosaki.�

�� Oh well.

�� Ichigo
struggled anew at the flicker of ideas that included some form of rape or
necrophilia, all with varying levels of resistance on Rukia�s
part and how he�d take care of that.� He
wasn�t sure if he was happy when that idea took him off toward more violent
fighting and death than sexual.

�� Kuchiki,
one thing,� He watched her pull the camisole on and frowned.� �A hollow didn�t bite me,� He admitted and
saw her already on edge even though she looked perfectly at ease.� �Ichigo is here,�
He touched his chest his other hand resting near the badge on his waist.

�� Who are you?�

�� I�m Ichigo, this part of me just never showed through,� Hichigo watched the thoughts churn in her eyes, what was
she speculating?� Could be even more
fun than disemboweling her!� He mused
enthusiastically to a furious Ichigo.

�� Showed through?�� Rukia took a calm
breath.� It was true, there was a reason
she�d looked more than once at Ichigo the day they
first met.� Fate had collected wholes she
had needed to Konso near the odd boy and in the dark
of his bedroom; he had been a dead ringer for�

�� I�ve always been part
of his strength,� Hichigo bragged, tempted to use the
badge and let her get a good look at his mask before he killed her, or he could
do it with gigai in the way.� There was so much more tactile sensation in
the flesh.

�� Ichigo?�� Rukia stepped back
enough to flip off the light.� The window
was still open but the moon wasn�t but a sliver to light the room.

�� His form fuzzed and he
was suddenly there in front of her in the semi-dark.� Rukia gasped, her
breath ragged as a memory of pain triggered as she recalled the dark-haired
face, and it stabbed like a zanpakuto to the gut.

�� Exactly where she had
stabbed Kaien Shiba so
effortlessly with her zanpakuto.� Surely if she had been chosen by fate to be
the one to end Kaien�s life she would have found a
way�

�� She had never seen him
again in the soul society and feared he had been condemned to Hueco Mundo with the hollow she�d
killed instead of cleansed and Konsoed.� Fool.�
Her first hope was that Kaien had gone into
the cycle of rebirth after spending so long within the soul society and the Gotei, he needed spice.

�� That was most of the
reason she had paused the night she saw Ichigo.� First had been the full moon over his chest
his school uniform unbuttoned and opened as he sat up in bed when he sensed her
reiatsu.� She
tried to snoop around for the pesky otaku-esc whole that had been
following Ichigo around.

�� She remembered his reiatsu from earlier in the day and not thought twice about
him.

�� He�d yelled at her and
she�d spun in disbelief.� A normal human
boy saw her?� Rukia
Kuchiki.� As
she stood there attempting to fade into the semi-dark he had sucker kicked her
in the back!

�� Do you hear me?� I�m talkin� to you
brat!�

�� She�d been totally
overwhelmed then, of memories of Kaien, as a fifteen
year old boy with his sweet face yelled at her.�
He had treated her like his lieutenant since he did so many of Captain Ukitake�s duties.� It
was the closest she�d ever gotten to a squad seat.

�� He�d been the only
arrogant baka that treated her normally and even gave her noogies when giving her a tough time, forever changing the
level of formality in their greeting to keep her off balance.� That had always been his favorite thing to
do.

�� This time her heart
was breaking again as Ichigo�s hollow eyes made
memories fill her mind�s eye, Kaien had looked at her
with bloody tears as her zanpakuto impaled his
insides, as he thanked her for stopping him.

�� Thanked her for
killing him!

�� While the hollow
controlled him he�d been grotesque, tentacles, large gaping holes where eyes
should have been, sickly pale green skin.�
As she lifted her zanpakuto she had been so
sure he would dodge, she�d never even gotten close to a killing blow in her
duels with Kaien.

�� The human face that
had whispered his farewell to her--left his heart with her--looked so much like
Ichigo tonight that when he crossed the room to fill
in the very spot Kaien had stood she could almost
feel the hot splash of his blood dripping down her cheek.� It felt for an instant that his dead weight
was weighing her tiny form down but Ukitake wasn�t
here to move him off�

�� Rukia
fell to her knees and Hichigo lowered with her,
curious how this was playing out.

�� She knew she wasn�t
the only one in soul society to be mystified at the level of Ichigo�s power.� He�d
used hers in the beginning but it had only acted like a catalyst to get his
going without shinigami training.

�� After her brother took
the power she had given him away Ichigo�s had hidden
away until Urahara had reawakened it on its own.� And he�s only gotten stronger.

�� Plenty of captains and
vice-captains had voiced bringing the teen into an absentee seat or
vice-captain role in the Gotei; being
officially alive still hampered the process.�
Renji had let her know before they had come to
safeguard the city from the arrancar threat.

�� Kuchiki?�� Hichigo�s hands
were cupping her face; finger�s twined in her soft black hair.

�� Kaien-dono?�

�� Both versions of the
teen were stumped by that name.� Hichigo was crafty enough to notice how vulnerable thinking
of this name made her as she crumbled in on herself as she was besieged by
memories of him.� He gave her what passed
as a sheepish yet anxious grin, and a nervous chuckle.

�� Why didn�t you show
yourself when we first met?�

�� I�ve been sleeping,
until Ichigo was able to perform bankai,�
Hichigo let him take credit for obtaining the bankai but old man Zangetsu had
guided him into it in his opinion.� �He
can�t sustain it here alone in the living world.�

�� Who is this Kaien-dono?� Hichigo mused but Ichigo was
wondering right along with him, going over names of people in soul society.

�� Why do you still have
hollow�s eyes?�� Rukia
whispered her hands sandwiched his arms hands between hers and her face.� �I can�t sense the hollow--�

�� I�m no hollow,� Hichigo grinned softly at the lie.� �Just substitute shinigami
of Karakura
Town; but you�ve known me
longer than that haven�t you?�� He
guessed.

�� You were why I have
such�� She blushed and trailed off.� �Why I have such strong feelings for Ichigo,� She closed her eyes and started to pull away but
she couldn�t snake out of his grasp.

�� Feelings?�� Hichigo wanted to
sing a childish song to his former king.

�� Tears slipped down her
pale face and Hichigo wondered how they tasted.� Maybe I can fuck her before I bleed her eh
heika?� Huh?

�� Ichigo
whimpered as his mind sped over things he�d heard while within the Gotei, in the slums of soul society, with any of the
shinigami in the Seireitei.� The only person that showed any interest in Rukia besides Urahara (who
undoubtedly only cared about the Hōgyoku he�d
hidden inside her) had been Renji�

�� I knew you were
married, I never meant for anything to happen but�� She
wrenched from his grip and bowed her head until her forehead brushed his
knees.� �I found myself caring for you Shiba-dono, please tell me I didn�t doom you to a life
plagued by the hollow that possessed and killed Miyako-dono!�

�� Gears whirling madly Hichigo looked down as her hair parted to show the white
skin of her neck and spine.� While she
was distracted�He let his fingers curl around Ichigo�s
badge.

�� It wouldn�t take more than shikai to take care of that pretty head, Hichigo listened to her hitching sobs, her back spasming as she hiccupped for air.

�� And me,� Hichigo tentatively began regarding any change in her
posture.

�� How can you say
that?�� Rukia�
head reared up her eyes angry and full of self-hatred.� �We both know I killed you!�

�� Aahh,
a couple of thing clicked for Ichigo and of course he
couldn�t hide from him.� Kaien Shiba, a shinigami killed by another shinigami.� Brother of Kūkaku
Shiba, and Ganju�s older
bother.� Hichigo
remembered the biggest tits next to that Orihime
broad.� Oh and that slut Matsumoto.

�� You know very well
you didn�t kill me Kuchiki,� Hichigo
tried angrily and yanked her to her feet and she launched into a tight bear
hug.� Even though she was small her grip
impeded in his breathing.

�� How did I know you�d
try to make it better,� Rukia sobbed as Hichigo let his arm settle around her trembling form.� �I have never forgiven myself for lifting my
sword against you.�

�� Kuchiki
stop,� Hichigo ordered more out of annoyance than
anything.� �Don�t you know?� I�ve never blamed you I was only sad we never
had time to see what we could have had.�

�� But Miyako-dono--�

�� I loved her, but you
were always there,� He threw out there and he frowned displeased.

�� I still leave myself
open if I try to lead with Tsugi no mai,� She laughed softly.

�� Ah, Kuchiki that�s why it�s the second dance baka,� He
hesitated a moment before brushing his lip over hers.

�� With a gasp she pulled
away and Hichigo gave her a wicked grin, it told her
like it always had in both Kaien and Ichigo, �be naughty, misbehave.�� Kaien-dono?�

�� Yes,� He met her gaze
and the sparkle of luminous tears seemed on the verge of being joyful
tears.� He knew just what words to
say.� �It really is me Rukia,� He couldn�t get the wicked tilt off his lips
though.

�� The tears spill over
her lashes again as she cried out softly, �Kaien-dono!�� She moved back to him as if attempting to
bear hug him again but her lips reached his first.� The open mouthed kiss was accompanied by Rukia�s mall hands desperately exploring his bare chest.

�� Hichigo
was bewildered but seized the moment by weeping her small body into his arm and
walked the few steps backwards to his bed.�
The springs squeaked protest a he tried to gently sit back on the edge
but ended up bouncing back and breaking their kiss.

�� Tired of the game�s
familiarity�and unfamiliarity with fighting�Hichigo lay back in the bed his fuzzy head resting on his crossed
arm.� When he got past second base he�d
work a little harder.� This shouldn�t
be difficult Ichi-baka.

�� Rukia
turned as if to leave but surprised them both by slipping her fingers into the
waistband of her pants, pushing them down her thighs until they pooled at her
feet.� After turning and stepping out of
them to follow Hichigo, crawling over him as she
moved up the bed until he could lean down to kiss him again.� She swung her leg over his waist, her desire
wet on the tightened muscles of his abdomen.

�� As their mouths
battled in a ferocious kiss her hips began to rock, undulating against his
stomach as her fingers tunneled in his hair and bunched in tiny tight fists.

�� Hichigo�s
hands slipped up her pale thighs; tickling inward until he could slip an index
finger from each hand deep inside her she was already so wet for him.

�� Her knees dug into his
ribs as her legs squeezed his body all of her muscles coiling tight as she
whimpered into his mouth.

�� You like that Kuchiki?�

�� When she could only
make incoherent moans he removed a hand to attack the belt of his jeans.

�� He kept two fingers
curling inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit and he suddenly arched upright
her head rolled back pushing his fingers further in.� Only a few thrusts and she was biting her
lip, the cry strangled in her throat as she came.

�� Ah, fuck,� Hichigo groaned as her delicate muscles squeezed along his
fingers.� As he felt the spasms subside
her, had her beneath him with a twist of his hips.

�� They both fumbled at
his belt and pants.� Hichigo
had already unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped his pant before realizing Rukia wasn�t reaching for his aching hard-on.� It was his badge.

�� Hichigo
swore and made the mistake of trying to grab the badge from her fingers as she
pressed it to the bare skin of his stomach, pushing his soul out.� A mad and terrifying cackle and Hichigo flash stepped out the window, never turning back.

�� Rukia�s
curse came out in an, �oof,�
as Ichigo�s dead weight fell on top of her.� Where had he gone?� She gritted her teeth and was able to roll Ichigo one way o she could slip out.

�� She tumbled to the
floor and immediately scrambled to her feet.�
She hesitated a second before jumping into the closet before ditching
her gigai.

�� Throwing out her
senses she sought madly for Hichigo�s as he flashed
stepped into the city.

�� Only seconds later Hichigo floated back in through the window.� �Silly girl.�

�� Why?� You�re stronger without�

�� He paused to catch his
reflection in the mirror, out of the white mask where the golden-yellow eyes of
Hichigo Shirosaki.� He lifted his hand to trace along the savage
red slashes on the beautiful face.� �Mm,
I�m so handsome ah Kurosaki?� But none of
the ladies here like my face�� His soul
slipped easily back into his body still achingly hard.� �Fucking bitch Kuchiki.�

�� Hichigo
carefully zipped up his pants.� Thinking
over how fast he could pick off the family in the house as he moved to the
closet to find a shirt and had to catch Rukia�s gigai.

�� No!� Ichigo growled as the idea popped into his head along with
a wicked smile.� Monster!

�� Come on Ichigo, she�s still warm and wet,� He deposited the limp gigai on the bed, his hands shaking as he tried to
take off its panties.

�� A spike in his reiatsu made Hichigo flinch and
pull away.� �What the fuck, do you want
the Kuchiki bitch to sense you and come ruin my fun?�

�� I won�t let you hurt my family; Ichigo
fought the delicious power holding him, binding the mask tighter.
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