Look for me by moonlight

Sorry I took so long, I blame it on my ex who took all of my time but now that we're through I can focus on writing this bit. As usual my grammar will be very off since I haven't really been writing a lot so bear with me. To those who continue to read this fanfic, you're all saints. Hopefully this will be worth the wait. And thanks, just because.

Chapter 13: To the train station

It was another dream this time. Peaceful, still and tranquil, unlike the many other dreams. She was laying out in the sunshine, playing idly with a crown of daisies and humming to an unknown song. For a moment she wondered what she was smiling about until she saw herself prop up and smile coyly at the figure under the tree, surrounded in shadows.

"I made you a crown! Will you wear it for me?" She heard herself ask lightly.

This time, she knew who she was talking to, but when the figure leaned towards her she was still surprised to see the faint color of orange and his infamous scowl.

"If it pleases you." The voice responded, sounding amused but it only further angered Rukia.

"You always say that." She whined. "Don't you want this beautiful crown that I made for you with all my heart?"

"Of course I do, now give it here."

But Rukia had other plans. Her smile grew wider and wider and her eyes glowed with delighted mischief.

"Kiss me." She said, leaning closer to him until their noses kissed, but he did not move any closer to her.

"But that would be improper of me. What would happen if I did? Would you still think me gentlemen?" He teased and Rukia frowned, before retreating back to her solitude under the sun.

"You always say that too. I bet you're only saying that so you wouldn't have to kiss me." She said thoughtfully.

And then as if another thought popped into her head she turned to him with a glare, "I bet you'd rather kiss Miss Orihime". She said sharply and by the look of surprise on Ichigo's face, she guessed right.

"I've seen the way you look at her. The sort of hunger only a man can have for a woman. And don't you dare give me that look, Lord Kurosaki, I am not so naïve in the matters of that kind and I-", but she stopped and glanced behind her back when she heard someone calling her name.

"Miss Rukia". It was Knight and he was heading her way, calling her name. Not giving him one last glance, she picked up her bonnet and ran to Knight all smiles and giggles when he picked her up and swept her around. Ichigo's eyes followed her with an intensity that both frightened her and made her smile.

The crown of daisies left behind along with someone else.

She woke up smiling and amused, still half weary about the dream and half amused to find that the first thing she woke up to was to Ichigo's nipple.

Curious, she stared fixated at…well is nipple. Considering the fact that this wasn't her first nipple, due to the many exposures of male nipples she had seen from Renji, but she couldn't help but turn red at the embarrassment that she, Rukia was sleeping next to a half naked man. Wanting to ink this of its worth, she snuggled deeper into his warmth but stopped when an amused chuckle vibrated against her body. She shivered and looked up under her midnight tresses up to Ichigo, smiling crookedly at her. His hand on her nape twisting the tiny hairs on her neck that gave her goose bumps.

"Morning." She chirped.

Ichigo smiled. " It's hardly morning, silly girl", he teased and turned over so that she could indeed see that it was morning no longer but the late afternoon.

Rukia groaned. "How long have we been asleep"?

"Long enough", he told her brilliantly, brushing her cheek with his thumb before stretching. Rukia watched transfixed, memorized, hypnotized at his bare back. Tan, ripple, hard... oh god don't drool she thought and tore her gaze outside the balcony window.

"How's your wound feeling?" She asked, suddenly remembering his harsh wound and turning to him to prod at it.

"It's fine", he reassured her, but Rukia was not satisfied.

"How are you fine, that cut was deep, there's no way that your fine." She said annoyed at his lack of concern for his own health. "Anyone could have died from that sort of wound."

"But I'm not anyone" He reminded her a bit more harshly.

And she stepped back as if he lashed at her. Ichigo pulled on his sweater and disappeared into the loo. Rukia grumbled under her breath at how moody he was after all she was only looking out for him. Were all dark ones this moody?

When he finally reemerged, she was in the middle of getting her pea coat on and buttoning it until tan fingers finished the job. Staring into those brown eyes she muttered a thank you and he nodded. Ichigo walked into his balcony and motioned for her to follow but she could not.

"I'll take you home".

But she could not, knowing that he was Orihime's. Her blood allowed him life, she choked in her mind. He was standing there right in the sunlight that god refused his kind while he should have been burned.

No, she thought. Orihime deserved to be happy. Ichigo and she are beloveds, they're soul mates and I'm…not anything. Her hopes crushed. Forcing a smile she walked up to him and let him carry her. Making sure she didn't hold onto him more than needed. She jumped out of arms the moment he stepped onto her balcony of her room underneath her Jimmy Choo boots.

"Don't forget your promise", she reminded him before walking into her room before she stopped at the sound of her name.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Ichigo asked leaning against her railing his voice sweet like honey.

Rukia turned around, confusion written on her face. "What"?

"A kiss", he said simply.

Rukia shook her head. "Absolutely not. Good bye", she said enthusiastically, closing the balcony door into his face.

After a much needed shower, she left her towel on the floor and began dressing herself, although her thoughts were proving to be very hard to push out. I can't believe that all happened yesterday, she thought. Depressing little thought bubbles began to pop in her mind and she really tried not to think about it. Instead she used this opportunity to try and organize her thoughts.

Ichigo and Knight were both vampires. Vampires that had beloveds who drank blood and had powers of inhuman strength and flight which she experienced none too excitedly. Scowling at herself in the mirror, she began to comb her wet hair, surprised that her brother has not wondered where she was or remind her of her trip today. Now that she really thought about it, her trip to Winchester seemed less and less welcome. Partly because of her nightmares and the many problems she had right now.

But Ichigo has saved her from Knight, and if she had to be truthful it kind of made her happy, the thought that he was jealous enough to think that he could lose her.

Not even wanting to have a discussion about that certain subject, she glanced at her watch and was surprised to find that it was already 5pm. Rising from her vanity she turned to see her brother walk into her room.

"There you are, I didn't see you at lunch. Were you with Orihime again?"

"Yeah." She lied; in all truths, even if she did tell him the truth he would think she'd gone mad.

"Good. I'm glad that you're not having as bad as a time as you had originally thought. Now get dresses, I want you to meet someone, he's going to accompany you to Winchester. I believe he's visiting his sick mother," Byakuya said thoughtfully before leaving the room as silently as he came in.

Rukia turned around absently wondering who her brother had actually accommodated to keep his precious sister safe. Probably an old hag she thought while making sure she had everything she needed for the summer an left her room while the maid took her luggage's and trailed behind her.

When you was out of her flat and outside in the almost warm London weather she was stupefied to see Ichigo talking to her brother. Ichigo was talking to her brother as his they were old chaps!

Wanting to get some straight answers, she jogged up to the pair and sent an accusing look at Ichigo, who in returned grinned mischievously and her brother noticing her arrival deemed it was time for introductions.

She was again surprised to see that her overbearing, protective brother was not being grim and strict when she was around older men. He didn't find any danger when Rukia was in presence with younger men because he knew that Rukia was not interested in adolescent boys, but older men…well lets just say he knew how dangerous sexy older men were to younger girls. He had made it impossible to speak to any boy over the age of 18. But he was talking to Ichigo so comfortably that she wondered how Ichigo got her stuck up brother to loosen up for once.

"Rukia, I want you to meet Kurosaki Ichigo. Kurosaki actually lives in the flat right next to us and is an important businessman to the medical department. I believe he manufactures wheelchairs and such."

Rukia forced a smile and said a polite hello.

"Kurosaki, this is my sister in law Rukia. This is the person that I would like for you to accompany to Winchester."

"WHAT!" Rukia asked disbelievingly but immediately shut her mouth when he gave her a warning glance.

"My apologies Kurosa-" Byakuya started but Ichigo cut in.

"No please call me Ichigo".

"My apologies Ichigo, my sister is still very young, you know how it is when you're young." Byakuya said as if thinking of the past. Getting back to the present he spoke to Ichigo again.

"I hope you could protect my sister as if she was your own."

"I promise you that I'll protect her as if I loved her," Ichigo said seriously, but when her brother wasn't looking he winked at her, that made her smile back but when she realized her actions she frowned at herself, she was suppose to be mad at him not smiling like an idiot

Kissing Rukia on the cheek, Byakuya gave her a quick nod and reminded her to behave before waving and thanking Ichigo once again to disappear into the company car.

Rukia watched the car leave and turned back to Ichigo who had begun to haul all of her luggages into the taxi. Feeling useless, she clamored into the taxi and waited for Ichigo to join her. After the last piece of luggage was in the trunk both Ichigo and the driver stepped into the car.

"Where to?" The driver asked in a heavy Scottish accent.

"The train station". He ordered and then the car began to slowly move to their destination.

There was silence until Ichigo spoke. "I told you I would."

"Would what?" Rukia asked tilting her head to the side in confusion.

"That I would come see you again." He improvised and she turned her head o stare out the window with a scowl.

"Don't forget your promise to me."

"Of course, but I'll tell you on the train there." He assured her and took her hand.

"No touching." She said and plucked her hand out from his warm ones.

Ichigo scowled. "Why not?"

"I said no." She reprimands him. He pouted and crossed his arms around his chest.

"Are you mad again", he asked his voice turning her into honey, but roughened by his own masculinity.

"Yes." She said trying hard not to sound affected by his voice.

"Because of last night?" He guessed.

"YES!" She said sharply. "I just don't get why you had to go all macho muscle man and pull out your swords. This isn't a fairytale. I'm not a princess and I'm certainly not worth the bloodshed."

" You feel like this a fairytale?" he countered but she didn't respond only blushing madly at her slip of the tongue.

" I was afraid that he got to you." He said quietly.

"And you're wrong, you are worth it" He said seriously pulling her towards him but she squired herself out of his grasp.

"Oh no, just because you say some sweet words to me doesn't mean I'm not still mad at you over your hot headedness. YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLLED!" Concern written all over her pale face.

"But I didn't", he clarified.

"But you could have and don't give me that 'I'm a man I can take anything' look because you can't, now sit there and be quiet." She scolded him.

Ichigo grinned, "I love it when you're worried about me". He said cheekily.

Rukia rolled her eyes. "Just shut up."

"Only if you hold my hand." He pouted and Rukia silently wondered how a grown man could pout like that.

Sighing she gave her hand, which he eagerly grabbed and kissed. She smiled unwillingly and let him entwine his strong hands with her small ones. Although this was for his benefit she was glad that he asked.

The rustle and bustle of the train station was busier than she imagined. They had reached the station ay nearly half past seven but the crowd was as large as if it were still the afternoon.

Ichigo grabbed her hand and hauled her along with her to a bench near the ticket master. "Stay here, I'll get the tickets,' he ordered before disappearing into the throngs of people.

Rukia watched families, men and women alone pass by in a rush and squirmed in her seat. After just sitting in the taxi for so long, her arse was starting to feel numb. Sighing, she wondered what was taking Ichigo so long when a strange prickly sensation curled around her spine. She shivered and glanced from side to side to detect what was making her feel so….cold, and then she saw …him. Across from the platform, in layers of black and brown, staring at her. Looking at her with those blood thirsty eyes, calculating, hypnotizing her. I was him. The man in her dream. He was here. He was going to get her the way he promised in into her dreams, and she couldn't move, paralyzed at that spot. She couldn't scream, just opened her eyes wide open, staring at him too frightened to move or blink. He smiled. The malice and intent in his eyes too clear. Soon…. And then he vanished, as if he wasn't there before.

"Rukia".

Rukia jumped in surprise. Ichigo looked at her strangely. "What's wrong?"

Rukia shook her head. Ichigo stared contemplating whether or not he wanted to believe her or not and instead held out his hand to her.

"Come on, the trains going to leave with out us," he said and Rukia nodded slowly, the pricking feeling along her spine followed her every movement. She shivered. She was petrified and frightened to go to the place she once called home. The nightmares were slowly becoming her reality.

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