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Warning: Suggestion to any major Ichi/Ruki fans… Don’t read this chapter if you don’t like seeing Rukia suffering from betrayal. For those that do enjoy such turmoil (some may find this SHOCKING!)… Sit back and enjoy!

Chapter 16

Ichigo wasn’t being himself again. Rukia had begun to recognize his shifting behavioral patterns. It had all started the night his Hollow had hijacked his body. Her boyfriend would become cold and his attitude would be nonchalant and uncaring. When he had entered class that morning after speaking with Asegawa, he had merely taken his seat with a boneless almost feline grace without so much as glancing her way.

Then there’s the way he looks at Inoue…

She had been studying him for hours, seeing how he rested his back lazily on the back of his seat, the slight barely noticeable quirk to his lips and that heady yet blank quality in his eyes. It was somewhat thrilling to see that dark promising sensuality. It spoke of danger and mystery… But that sizzling gaze only became hotter whenever she caught him shooting a glance at the fidgety Inoue, not at her.

Though his mind was elsewhere, she felt he was still in there.

Her chest began to ache at how his heavy lidded stare branded Orihime whose seemingly permanent blush became more pronounced with every heavy glance and tiny smirk. The auburn haired girl kept shifting in her seat, rubbing her bare thighs together as if she had an ache between her thighs that found not relief.

Rukia felt a flare of anger. It wasn’t a small flare like those in the past whenever he gave Inoue a specially tender look. This was rage that was too close to explosion. The only thing keeping her from running up to Ichigo and slapping him was her death grip on her pencil that was slowly starting to splinter in her gradually strengthening grasp.

What the hell kind of game is Ichigo playing, huh? And what’s up with Inoue? Why is she getting turned on by this?!

Grimacing at how jealousy began to rear its ugly head, she carefully eyed Ichigo who slouched in his seat. The awkwardness in his slouch made her analyzing eyes sharpen. She saw how the corner of his lips twitched in a smile that he was trying to hide in vain and before her dangerous stare, he sinuously shifted his hips just when Inoue dared to glance his way.

That bastard!

He was intentionally provoking Orihime. Rukia had seen the straining erection he was trying to conceal under the desk. His movements had been insinuating. The kind of movements a lover would make whenever underneath someone. So downright blatant. There was barely any words to describe how that shameless lifting motion was or how incredibly aroused he was that his pants could barely restrain the large bulge.

His behavior towards the girl that she had viewed as her friend was nauseating. Rukia could feel the crawl of vomit rising up her throat at the sight. He was disrespectful enough to do that when his desk was right beside hers. Like he could care less that she saw him.

The scratches… She gave him those scratches.

The truth was right before her furious eyes as Orihime gave Ichigo a secretive smile that didn’t fit with her supposedly innocent demeanor. A smile an experienced woman would wear; the kind that spoke of obscure sensuality that others didn’t see.

This can’t be happening! Maybe I’m seeing things that aren’t there…, Closing her eyes, she opened them again to look at the two orange heads. Orihime was hurriedly scribbling in her notebook, her fall of hair hiding her face and Ichigo was boredly looking ahead, his back straight, his pencil lying beside his notebook, proving that he had already finished with Ochi-sensei’s appointed task.

She sagged in relief in her seat, the punishing hold on her pencil loosening. She was going crazy after all.

Ichigo had been so strange lately that she couldn’t help but see reasons for his change everywhere. When Asegawa had asked to speak to him in private once they had reached school, she had instantly thought that she could be the one that had scratched Ichigo’s behind in a wild rump. Now… she was even seeing Inoue as a suspect.

I feel so stupid!

Closing her eyes with a grimace, her mind ran with possibilities of what could be happening. Ichigo was seeing someone. Of that she was certain. The scratches, the withdrawal of affection, the lack of wanting sex… all of these things were signs of another woman. She was so paranoid that for a moment she had even thought that the other ‘woman’ could probably be a man. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that had happened to her or any woman.

To be honest, she didn’t know how she would react if he were with a man. She was sure that she couldn’t stomach the thought of him being with anyone. Though they were fighting, they were still a couple. Ichigo hadn’t officially ended their relationship, in spite of his aloofness. Regardless, she would still not like it. No girl would like to see their ex boyfriend with someone else, especially after a recent break up. That would be a definite slap in the face.

At first Rukia had debated if it was she that should call it quits, but deep inside of her she still loved him. It was as clear as day with her weak albeit stubborn presence by his side. She wasn’t going to leave him unless he himself told her to go away and he had yet to say a word, any word.

Orihime was the last person Ichigo would sleep with. Rukia didn’t think this because of Orihime’s transparent innocence, but out of Ichigo’s usual attitude towards the girl. It was obvious that he would never do anything remotely sexual to her out of respect, though that wouldn’t keep him from thinking about it. She was aware as everyone else in Karakura, that Orihime was a very beautiful girl that males of all ages couldn’t help feeling attracted to.

Rukia didn’t want to hold that against her. It was immature and with so many years of life and experience, hating someone just because they were attractive without really seeing into the person’s personality was idiotic. The first time she had met Orihime, she had felt a tiny surge of dislike upon seeing how she looked, but after mere minutes in her presence in which she saw her shyness and transparency, she immediately amended her low opinion of the other girl.

“Is everything okay, Kuchiki?”

Surprised at the faintly edgy feminine voice that broke her string of thought Rukia looked at the other desk beside hers to see that Tatsuki was staring at her blankly, her expression showing no particular concern in the answer to her question, but more curiosity.

“Yeah”, she blinked, a little shocked that the girl that barely spoke to her would bother to ask.

All the other girl did was give a curt nod, before her brown irises flickered slightly. Rukia hadn’t missed that betraying movement. It was so fast that any other person would have never noticed, but she knew that if Tatsuki hadn’t caught herself on time she would have been looking directly at Orihime and Ichigo.

That small fraction of a second was a give away for her suspicions. Now she could only guess. The other girl was privy to a secret that revolved around those two. The knowledge and nagging feeling had her heart skip a beat as a piercing pain similar to a dagger twisting inside her chest overtook her.

She knows what’s going on.

Her face contorted in a nonphysical pain just as Tatsuki turned her attention back to the schoolwork draping her desk. It was a nonverbal dismissal and shield to the truth.

Clenching her jaw at how she had so clearly skirted around something that she had a right to know, Rukia opened her mouth to ask.

Unfortunately for her, the lunch bell shrilled unusually loud, startling half the students in the classroom and she huffed in annoyance at the interruption when the other girl began to organize the things in her desk to leave.

I’ll ask later.

Glancing over at Ichigo, she saw that he too was standing and preparing to leave, his movements appearing to be slow, yet quickly efficient in some odd manner as he put away his things under the rising top of his wooden desk. His features were relaxed, his eyes vacant as his hand deftly grabbed pencils and notebooks.

That was when Rukia knew that something wasn’t right about him.

Ichigo never does that. He usually just leaves everything there.

Gulping, she rose from her seat and turned in his direction, having a hundred questions to ask but not knowing where to start. She could feel that there was something wrong. His suggestive behavior towards Inoue, how he had been ignoring her so frigidly… The seemingly normal action of him organizing his things shouted the backwardness in everything he had been doing for the past week.

She could see a quick flash rush by his standing form. Rukia arched a brow as Orihime rushed out of the classroom as if the hounds of hell were after her, clutching her lunchbox to her large chest like her life depended on it.

Frowning over this, she already had a lined up question that was more like an accusation. Looking at her boyfriend that had finished with his things, she wringed her hands together in nervousness. Taking a deep breath, she took a step forward as he shot her quick glance.

“I believe that the lunch bell has just rung, Rukia, so whatever you have to say, say it another time. I’m too hungry to deal with your drama.”

Her jaw dropped in amazement as he gave her a dark look before casually leaving the nearly empty classroom.

Rukia was so stunned that all she could was follow him with her dumbfounded eyes.

What the hell is wrong with him?!

Shaking her head to clear it off any negative thoughts, she returned to her desk to begin the almost torturous routine of neatly stacking her school supplies, making a mental note that she would ask as soon as she got him alone. No one could tell her that nothing was going on and it irked her that apparently everyone knew what was occurring but her.

Moving at all was painful to her as her mind ran with so many scenarios and causes that only brought on more anguish that distorted her thoughts and gave room to some desperation. Her eyes stung as one of her hands carefully placed a notebook on top of a textbook.

Ichigo… Please don’t tell me that…

She breathed in through her nose that was beginning to burn at the threat of tears. This couldn’t be happening, she refused to admit it even to herself. All of the proof was lying out before her and she still didn’t want to look and decipher it because it would be too much for her to bear.

***

Orihime was anxious. Right before she had left class, the Hollow had tossed a note of her desk with a casual flick of his wrist. She hadn’t known what to think of it. He hadn’t even looked her way when he had done it.

After she had abandoned the classroom at the beginning of lunchtime, she had finally looked at the note once outside on the roof.

“Meet me at the gym.”

How he knew where the gym was a mystery. She reasoned that since he was inside of Ichigo he would know the same things he did and that some trivial information as the location of the gym wasn’t that hard to guess for him.

Nonetheless, there she was waiting for him. Her body wouldn’t stop trembling in anticipation. A part of her knew what he wanted, but another argued that if he had wanted that he wouldn’t be so mysterious about it. There was no way of telling what the Hollow was thinking or his intentions. His body language in the classroom clearly stated what he had in mind for her. Every time she had snuck a glance at him he would smirk and angle his hips under the desk in intimate dance meant for her.

Gnawing at her lower lip out of habit when nervous, she hoped silently that no one had been looking when he had done that. Anyone with half a brain would have guessed the kind of ‘relationship’ they had… Either that or they would think that her and Ichigo had an affair behind Rukia’s back.

Technically… It’s his body, so…

A shiver ran down her spine at how wrong it all was. It was Ichigo’s Hollow, meaning that in some odd way she was having an indirect sexual connection with him.

Exhaling a loud breath and closing her eyes, she erased the truth from her mind. She had already made a decision, in spite of how selfish it was and how it dirtied her conscience. Her choice was going to hurt a lot of people and she was fully aware of all consequences. If it were up to her she would end things on that very day after having one last time with the hungry Hollow.

This… this will be the last time. I swear, it’ll be the last time!

How many times had she told herself that?

Her lips thinned grimly as she counted mentally and lost count. She had been repeating those words to herself ever since the Hollow had come into her fragile world and turned it upside down in his deliberate invasion.

Opening her eyes slowly to take in the darkened gym with it’s dull grey walls, she felt her heart begin to pound so harshly that her body swayed gently while standing. Even the large room was dismal and as empty as she was feeling. It suited her that she would partake in betraying her friends in such a place.

Sunlight streaked like glowing golden columns into the shiny flooring of the room. None of that warm cheery light touched her suddenly cold body since she was standing close to the metal doors that had glass windows that would allow anyone passing by to look inside. The bleachers aligned alongside those double doors created a sort of makeshift passageway that hid her body from the luminescence of noon flowing in through the high windows set highly on the walls of the gym. If she were to do anything there, it would feel like the heavens would be looking down at her so she opted to stay in the shadows between the bleachers and wall, regardless of how easily someone waltzing by could see anything she did within those walls.

Hopefully the shade could shield her secrets; at least for a little while until it was over so she could say goodbye once and for all.

She knew that no one would come there and the Hollow had been smart in choosing the location. All of the students in the school were eating lunch in the other side of the school, far away from that area.

With her back turned to the double doors, she stared emptily at the heavenly light flowing into the gym, vaguely noticing dust particles floating within it’s glow like microscopic ghosts.

“Miss me, lil’ hime?” his voice asked in amusement from behind her and she spun around, gasping at how silently he had appeared. She hadn’t even heard the heavy doors opening and closing.

The Hollow simply leaned his shoulder against the wall, his burning eyes taking in her flushed face. All he had to do was look at her and give one of his evil-intentioned sneers to reel her in. How could she fight that?

His white skin and hair almost illuminated the gloom of the narrow space they were standing in. The minimal light coming through the doors behind him couldn’t begin to compete with him.

Swallowing shyly at the surge of sexually intimidating energy he exuded so naturally, she asked in a small cracking voice, “Wh-what were you talking about with Tatsuki-chan this morning?”

Rolling his eyes, he stepped away from the wall. A slightly annoyed expression made his thin pale brows furrow as he said lazily, “Some shit about how much you love King.”

“Wh-what?!” He had heard that?! That could only mean that Tatsuki had been in the process of telling Ichigo how she had felt about him for years.

“You heard me, lil’ hime,” his eyes narrowed briefly before a smile widened his lips. “But it doesn’t matter now. He’s gone and now I’m here, so why not make the best of our time, right?”

Widening her eyes, feeling embarrassment over him discovering her feelings for Ichigo, she lowered her chin down to her chest. “So… ah… what do you want to do?”

He scoffed and her lowered gaze shot to his smirking face.

“Do ya’ need to guess?!” he cocked his head to the side, studying her with smiling eyes. “You should know by now that all I want to do is fuck.”

His words stung and in reaction to that stinging blunt honesty, she instinctively backed away from him. At this he scowled, his perpetual mischievous smirk fading slowly from his pale lips.

“Lil’ hime…,” he said warningly, his gold orbs flashing dangerously.

“I-I don’t even know why I came here,” she whispered lamely, feeling stupid for falling into his trap. She shouldn’t have expected anything but physical gratification from him. He had never spoken of anything else. There were no nice words or affectionate touches. No. He just used her as she used him. How could she be torturing everyone for something so lacking in true meaning? She was risking everything just to be one with a creature that looked like a faded version of her former love.

“You came here for the same thing as I… Don’t you get it now? Don’t tell me that you wanted more from me!” a snort left him as he made a disgusted face. “We fuck, we have fun and that’s the end of it. What do you really want from me other than that, lil’ hime?”

“I don’t know…” her eyes, though trembling, never left his.

The look of disgust contorting his face wavered for a moment, but soon he had one of the smiles that always made her knees knock one against the other and her body heat up in internal fever.

“If you don’t know, then I guess it doesn’t matter…”

Clenching her teeth together, she nodded jerkily in agreement.

“Good. I was starting to worry for a moment there,” his voice lowered as he took a couple of easy steps forward.

Her body stiffened at his approach, but she didn’t run away. She was the only one to blame for the present situation. Even the Hollow wasn’t to blame for her inner struggle.

I’m here because I want to be…

Once he was standing a couple of inches from her with his invisible energy caressing her, she yelped when he grabbed her by the shoulders and roughly spun her around so that the front of her body was pressed against the wall. Her eyes were wide in shock at his abrupt actions and she couldn’t help flinching when his tall frame brushed her back.

“Ahhh, lil’ hime… How could we have fun without complications?” he asked melancholically, his chest burning her back, trespassing the fabric of her school shirt. Her body broke into a sweat that fluctuated between hot and cold when he moved her hair to the side to leave the back of her neck exposed.

“I like it when you’re a good girl…” he practically purred in that demonic voice, one of his hands gently raising the back of her skirt. His fingertips brushed the thin cloth of her panties covering her rear and her breath hitched in frightened anticipation.

“But I also like it when you defy me.”

Her eyes flared when he suddenly lowered her panties down to her mid thighs, revealing the creamy skin.

“Such a nice ass…” his hand cupped one of the round mounds, giving it a hard squeeze, digging his nails into the flesh making her cry out as he cut into her.

“I should punish you for that nonsense that Arisawa girl just told King outside, dontcha think? I’m rather… upset about that,” the feigned sadness in his tone added a tinge of fear to her growing arousal. He was going to be rougher than usual.

Taking in a shallow breath, she whimpered out, “B-but, Hollow-san-”

“Shhhh…,” his breath tickled the side of her neck. “It’d be wise to keep that pretty lil’ mouth of yours shut. I think it’s time I showed you who is your king.” The hand cupping her twisted so that his nails could score deeper. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be able to tell a difference.”

Tears rushed to her eyes the moment his free hand started to un-tuck her school shirt out of the waistband of her skirt. There were so many things she wanted to tell him, but he was too absorbed in lifting the shirt up so that her lower back was bare to him. The cloth of her shirt was tight around her chest making it hard for him to raise it further.

Grunting in annoyance at the small drawback, he yanked roughly at the fabric and she gasped as the cloth tore away.

“Stupid clothes,” he muttered.

***

Finding it odd that both Orihime and Ichigo were conspicuously absent during lunch, Rukia had left the group to search for their reiatsu. She had been quiet about her plans and no one seemed to notice her leaving since that day everyone was more subdued, or in her mind, everyone was careful about what they said around her. She was certain that Ishida, Asegawa and Sado knew about her and Ichigo’s relationship troubles. They were aware of the fact that they were distant with one another and that Ichigo’s current attitude spoke volumes of how low they had sunk.

He had been too obvious in his fixation with Orihime. Everyone had seen it and gave her pitying looks once she had sat down for lunch. It was humiliating that things were so clear and he was so at ease with her public shame.

Rukia wasn’t one to care for appearances, but the looks she had been receiving from other students that weren’t even part of her group as she walked out of the rooftop served as a reminder of how everything was inevitably crumbling.

Their energy… It’s there… They’re… together.

Gulping, every single step she took towards the lone building that was called a ‘gym’ was weighed down by dread. She knew that she should turn around and wait, but she couldn’t help herself. The grey edifice loomed gloomily ahead of her and the intense energy radiating out of it screamed at her to stay away. She was a masochist if she continued…

I have to know… I have every right to know!

Tensing her short frame, she forced her feet to move faster over the grass. The field the building was located on was barren of students which made it the perfect meeting place. It was far enough from the main building that no one would catch two students going at each other like she suspected as she neared the closed double doors.

I can’t… I can’t…

Her heart was thundering as she approached and came to a stop just at the corner of one of the glass windows at one of the dark metal doors. Why she had stopped to just cower away was something that would have happened to any girl about to discover the ultimate betrayal. Her resolve to find out what was happening behind her back was gone in a flash by the trepidation at the thought of being heartbroken like so many times in the past.

Closing her eyes, letting the waves of aroused energy brush her skin like sticky dirtied fingers, she grimaced at the sounds barely contained within the shadows beyond the window she had yet to dare to look through.

Feminine cries that rose in volume echoed out to her, making her ears ache at the familiarity of the voice that made them. Harsh growls and some fast rhythmic thudding accompanied these excited screams.

No, no, no…

Tears squeezed out of the corners of her closed eyes as her whole world, her reason for being in that dimension in the first place, were crushed to ashes without any hope of being repaired.

Those bastards!

Giving her anger a brief moment of free reign, she finally looked through the glass at the dark exterior of the building only to freeze in horror. Nothing could have prepared her for what was happening inside.

Ichigo had Orihime pinned to the wall with her entirely nude back towards him. Her skirt had been bunched up to her waist and her shirt was nothing but tatters that swayed at the harsh pace he was using on her.

His school pants were pooled around his ankles and Rukia’s tear filled eyes saw how one of his hands was wedged between Orihime’s legs, his fingers roughly pushing her towards orgasm. Orihime’s arms were raised above her head for leverage, her fingers curled into claws as her nails scratched at the hard wall’s surface, chipping some of the paint at the pleasure she was feeling.

Rukia saw his free hand tugging at Orihime’s hair, yanking her head back so that her back would arch as he angled his hips to push in more profoundly.

They… He was…

It all made sense know. Rukia’s face hardened as all of the events transpiring for the last week flooded back from her memories. Ichigo’s evasiveness in explaining to her what his Hollow had done on the night that started it all; Orihime’s neighbors talking about her bedroom behavior that had become common knowledge in her apartment building; how that traitorous bitch had told her that the ‘Hollow’ wouldn’t come back because he was very busy; the scratches Ichigo had scoring his backside and how he had snapped at her in the bathroom when asked about them. They had both been lying to her, covering up their own animal tendencies.

Her pupils burned as Ichigo’s wild grinding against Orihime’s increased in speed, his teeth biting at the back of her neck as if he were a fornicating dog while the she opened her mouth to give out a half scream, her body shuddering in climax.

This whole time… How long…?

Her rage was overpowered by her shock. Unable to see Ichigo reach his peak with the other girl, Rukia turned away from the window and rested her back against the metal door, wishing that the ground would swallow her whole. The simple movement of moving away from the horrible scene had weakened her and her legs gave out from underneath her. She didn’t bother to keep herself from falling down on her knees as tears spilled out from her eyes endlessly.

I… This is payback. I know it’s payback… Destiny always pays back the sins we commit. Even thinking those words to cover up for her past deeds didn’t help in lessening the pain in her heart.

She had once betrayed a friend just like Orihime was doing to her, but she still selfishly wanted them to pay for her torture. No one knew what such deception felt like until they experienced it for themselves and now that she was living it so intensely she didn’t like anything about it. Only an insane person would put up with such an offense.

She gritted her teeth and more tears trailed down her cheeks as Ichigo gave out a shout that signified that he finally reached completion.

Was this a form of divine retribution for making the mistake of sleeping with a married man?

At that mental question, she wrapped her arms around her loudly sobbing body. Her chest kept heaving in her sadness and she couldn’t control it. The tears were eternal as was the pain raking her from head to toe. Who would have thought that heartbreak could make you hurt everywhere as if someone had beaten and broken every bone in your body?

I’m so sorry…!

***

Author’s Note: Thanks to Valmasy03, Boogermeister, P. ours, makochan, and brainfear for the reviews! Now the truth of Hichi/Hime’s little escapades is coming out, though Rukia doesn’t know the whole gist of it. I predict that I will receive either flames or low rating counts due to this particular chapter, but I DID warn. I don’t hate Rukia (just the one in this fic since I made her look like quite the hypocrite with the whole ‘I knew she loved him, but I fucked him anyway. I still care about her’ attitude. THIS Rukia isn’t necessarily a bad person. In the future it will be revealed why she acted rather ‘man snatching’ in the first place, which is purely psychological. Hope you guys enjoyed the chap! At brainfear thanks for the compliment! I’m a smut addict (shamelessly so) and love writing some aggressive sex scenes especially involving Hollow hot-boys (dammit! Gotta get back to my Grimmy-kun’s fic! I’ve been fantasizing a lot of angry kinky shit! *runs off screaming like a crazy fangirl*) At Valmasy03, yeah Ichigo is a closet perv and perhaps he’s a raunchy freak that is just screaming to get out! *evil kinky thoughts* I can’t help it! His damn eyes are so SEXY! I always look at their expressiveness when watching my DVD collection and he’s quite a passionate character with much potential aching to be explored. (yes. I’ve got a thing for analyzing expressions, especially eyes *sighs happily*) Sorry if chappy seemed sucky (the lemon was mainly written for Rukia to watch and find out the ‘truth’ for dramatic effect. Sorry if it offended anyone! *winces*)! Please tell me what you think! (as long as it ain’t a flame. This chapter came out rather constipated.)
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