Chapter 12

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"So, you're my sister's home room teacher?" Byakuya Kuchiki asked the orange haired young man who had come some five minutes earlier with homework.

"Yes."

"You look too young to be a teacher."

"I get that a lot."

Ichigo was trying to stay calm. When he had entered the huge home he had said he was hoping that Rukia was alright and was hoping to speak to her about the lessons he had brought. Instead he was escorted into the living room to speak to her brother and here they sat. An awkward silence lingering between each question and answer.

"How did you become a teacher?" Byakuya rephrasing his statement.

"The school needed new teachers; I'm really good at history, so, I got the job."

"That's how easy it is these days." Sarcasm dripped from the words, though Byakuya's showed no sign of it.

Ichigo was regretting his decision to bring over her homework.

"I'm just a glorified babysitter who knows history, the school was in need of help and I was in need of a job. So, it all worked out."

"I see." Byakuya sat motionless, eyes closed tea cut in his hands.

Even Byakuya eyes were closed as if meditating, Ichigo could feel him watching him.

Silence fell across the room, for almost 10 minutes they sat that way. Then almost without making a sound Byakuya rose and headed to the door.

"Is Rukia here? I'd like to go over this lesson with her?" Ichigo said standing while trying not to sound impatient.

"You may want to leave a note with the work." Byakuya said not stopping his stride, almost to the door.

"Why is that?"

"My sister is not here. She went to the track meet at the school a short while ago."

Ichigo almost jumped out of his skin, his fist clenching.

"Is there a problem?" Byakuya said stopping in his track,looking over his shoulder with a cocked eyebrow, s almost hearing the masked fury.

"Ah, no...I just don't see why you couldn't have told me that in the beginning."

"I thought it wise to get to know such a thoughtful and committed teacher, seeing as you came all the way here to bring over homework."

With that said, the smug and stoic older brother left the room, leaving Ichigo seething in place until he hurried from the Kuchiki home and back across the city.

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Ichigo was still furious; He was so heated with anger and lust that now he was like a small sun, sitting hunched over, elbows on his knees clenched fists in front of him, as he stared unblinking from the stands, alone watching the still celebrating Karakura track team.

His narrowed eyes never straying from the short raven haired girl in their midst. Anger mingling with raw urgent desire had his nostrils flaring as if he could smell her essence from where he sat. He took in every thing about her, like he always did when he had time to watch her. She was wearing a small pink and white striped polo shirt. It was tight and the cool night air had her nipples hard, poking against the thin cotton fabric.

Ichigo licked his lips in anticipation, though his ill tempered looked hadn't waned. He could taste her on his tongue, just like the first time her had her.

His gaze traveled down her body to the short pink skirt she was wearing. His teeth clenched seeing Shuuhei fondling her small round apple bottom.

Ichigo shut his eyes trying to block out the thoughts of why the two had been out of school for the last two days seeing how the break up had not taken place as he had hoped.

Rukia was laughing and smiling with her friends and the team as they all continued to heap praises on Shuuhei. Soon the still ecstatic boys began to thin out each heading into the locker room. Rukia's eyes finally glanced up at the bleachers.

Then as if the air had been knocked out her, she froze, she felt like she was sinking. All color drained from her face, though her skin became very hot, her heart skipped a beat before thudding rapidly as her eyes met those of the stone faced Ichigo Kurosaki. She had never been so afraid and aroused at the same time, the delicate skin between her legs flooding with excited warmth.

She was paralyzed as his eyes pierced her, her clit throbbing wildly. She wanted to disappear or at the very least turn away, but she couldn't. Her body wouldn't respond, not the way she wanted it to. She was held tight by his heated gaze.

"Rukia? Rukia what's the matter?" Shuuhei asked pulling Rukia to him. Only then was she able to move.

"Ah,... it's nothing," She responded as she tore her gaze from Ichigo looking up at Shuuhei, trying to smile and taking a breath after realizing she had been breathless those last few moments.

She hurriedly looked back at the bleachers but they were empty. Rukia eyes searched the field, as her body began to ache with need, without letting anyone know what she was doing; looking for any sign of her teacher but all she saw was the departing athletes.

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Some twenty agonizing minutes later, Shuuhei and the other boys were in the locker room with the coach celebrating and going over the night's victory. Which would go on for about another forty-five minutes before Shuuhei would definitely need to take a shower. Rukia had told Tatsuki and Orihime that she needed some privacy to call her brother. But instead Rukia took the time, foolishly she admitted to herself, to look for Ichigo. She had to talk to him; explain, if he would listen.

Rukia had walked all the way to the main school building, and was walking around it now.

Searching for her teacher had become a difficult task. It was quite dark, only the scatter light posts over the school grounds helping in her search. And though she knew who she was looking for she didn't really know exactly what she was going to say.

It had been about fifteen minutes, the school grounds seemed deserted and Rukia had given up.

'He's probably gone home.' She thought. He was not in the least bit happy. But he would have to understand right? There was no way they could keep doing what they were doing? She stood grappling with that thought. She was filled with a sense of uneasiness as her decision was creating a hopeless nauseating feeling in the pit of her stomach. With a heavy sigh, she turned to take the walk back to the field.

"You shouldn't be out here alone." A husky mocking voice said from the shadows in front of her.

Rukia stopped, her hair standing on end, peering into the darkness. For the briefest of instances she thought it was Ichigo, but as a figure appeared in the light of the lamppost she saw Reiichi Ooshima step from the shadows.

And like tentacles, several other boys appeared out of nowhere beside him. A new kind of dread swept through her.

"You date that Hisagi asshole, don't you?" Reiichi continued sneering at her, a plan to cause great harm brewing in his small brain.

Rukia didn't answer but began backing up. The boys began to fan out on either side of her in hopes of surrounding her.

"The meet is over; you guys should get back across town." She said in her most confident voice.

"Oh, well, that's good advice. Thank you." Reiichi said smirking. "But before we go, we have a little message for you to take back to your boyfriend."

Rukia eyes were darting about trying to see her fastest escape route.

"Really?"

Rukia and her would be attackers all stopped knowing full well who had joined them.

Rukia looked over her shoulder seeing Ichigo Kurosaki approaching. A smile spread across her face as a wave of lightness filled her belly and fanned out through her body in a rush of pleasure and relief. She had never been so happy to see him.

"What a bunch of pussies, to try to scare a young high school girl."

Ichigo strode into the middle of the males and stopped, just in front of Rukia, never looking at her though, his mouth curling up into a wicked grin. "This night just keeps getting better."

"C'mon boss, let's go." One boy said, his arm still in a sling from his last in encounter with the King of KO.

"I'm not running away from this asshole!" Reiichi shouted pissed from all the money he lost betting on the meet. " Oi, Kurosaki! I'm gonna take my bro's loss outta your ass. It's your fault he lost, for attacking him earlier."

"Humph. Still on that." Ichigo said, then turning slowly and glancing at Rukia. "You better get back." He said to her coolly. She almost protested but his look told her to get moving. Unfortunately several of Reiichi's goons had circled around behind them and had cut off Rukia's escape.

"You shouldn't have done that." Ichigo's head snapped around, his eyes narrowed, teeth bared as a boy grabbed for Rukia.

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Rukia stared up at Ichigo. He had hardly broken a sweat. Then she looked at the bruised and bloody heap of bodies behind them. It had happened so fast, she didn't even have time to scream and Ichigo was done. The boys he hadn't knocked out had run off in a cloud of dust and now Ichigo was walking with her back around the building towards the track field. He still hadn't said a thing though.

For Ichigo, he was feeling a bit better; the fight had done quite a bit in taking the edge off his anger. But he was still restless, his cock swelling in his pants from being so close to Rukia.

Though in awe, Rukia grabbed Ichigo's arm. Feeling the heat of his skin sent ripples of delight through her. Ichigo stopped walking, still not looking down at her.

"I…," Rukia began.

Before she could re-gather her thoughts Ichigo turned, taking Rukia by the neck, and smothered her lips with his. Rukia's eyes widened. Though it was dark, they were outside the school and the light of the school grounds shone on the two like a beacon, any one could see them. Ichigo didn't seem to care. They stood there several minutes before he maneuvered her into a small enclave of bushes right near the school building.

In her mind Rukia felt herself pushing against Ichigo, resisting him. But in reality she was moaning in delight as her arms wrapped around his neck, her panties wet, her nipples hard and aching.

In her mind she was screaming, "No we can't!" But in reality she was pulling at Ichigo's shirt trying to get to his bare skin. Her small hand fumbling below his waist rubbing the bulging member that struggled to get at her through his pants.

Deftly and smoothly Ichigo lifted the stripped pink polo shirt over Rukia's head before sinking to his knees and taking her small breasts in his hand while rubbing and sucking them feverishly. He had been away from her for almost 2 full days. It was too long for them both.

The lights of the school courtyard were more than sufficient to see by, even in the cover of the shrubbery.

Rukia rolled her head in lecherous delight. Her hands sinking into Ichigo's hair grabbing handfuls and pulling roughly.

For several minutes Ichigo focused on her breasts, kissing and suckling her hard nipples. Rukia bit her lip trying to hold back her moaning. Her blood was already boiling though, as hot shards of pleasure swept through her.

Then suddenly she felt his large hands cup her tense bottom, kneading and spreading her cheeks, arousing and teasing her sensitive flesh. His fingers slipping under the thin fabric of her moist panties, stroking her hot soft skin.

The flesh between her legs was already slick and warm, as Ichigo hooked his fingers in her panties and slid it along her hot puffy pussy lips.

Rukia's mouth was watering as she panted, spreading her legs wider to give Ichigo better access to her, mindless pleasure rocketing through her. Any control she may have pretended to have, was long gone.

Suddenly Ichigo wrapped his arm around her waist before quickly swinging her around and laying her on the ground. This wasn't the ideal place for their coupling but his blind rage had turned to lust and all he could think was getting inside her any way he could. His hot mouth capturing hers again as he pulled her underwear down before tossing them to the side.

Rukia immediately and boldly threw her legs open, her pink flats dangling from her pointed toes, her hands over her head in surrender.

Ichigo's hand rubbed feverishly over Rukia's hot flesh, her arms wrapping around his neck in a strangle hold, as her hips bucked against his intruding fingers.

Ichigo loved the feel of her silky smooth hot flesh. He felt it begin to squeeze and suck on his fingers and he knew that Rukia was close.

He sat up between her legs, his eyes glued to her while licking his lips. Rukia looked up. Her head swimming, her eyes half-moons of delight and her legs wide open with her knees bent back and pressed to her chest.

She was a sight to see, a most beautiful wanton sight. Ichigo stroked her chest letting his hands glide down to her belly then back up to her chest and neck then back again. He loved the way her body shuddered under him. The way she was here so open and willing for him and he knew that Shuuhei was no competition. Even if she did love him.

Slowly Ichigo unbuttoned his pants letting his stiff cock fly free, the thick rod bobbing invitingly in front of him. Rukia's pink tongue darted between her lip,s gliding over her lips hungrily as she wiggled her hips impatiently.

Ichigo leaned over Rukia positioning himself to enter her. Rukia reached up for him, mindless lust causing her to pull his mouth to hers and his thick cock slid over her wet entrance before the thick head penetrated her slowly, and with a delicious sigh leaving them both, he then sank deep inside her.

Rukia moaned loudly in voluptuous delight as Ichigo filled her up sending charges of erotic delight thru her, her body was stiff for several seconds before she took a breath and relaxed under him. It was so good, so delicious, she thought she would pass out.

"Yessss!" she hissed. Ichigo smiled in triumph.

Then gradually, as he stared down at her, he began to move. Rocking into her, letting himself glide all the way into her, until the tip of his cock hit the wall of her womb and she mewled quivering under him. Again and again he rocked slowly into her. Letting himself relish her. His breathing shallow, his mouth open watching her with hooded lust filled eyes. Voluptuous pleasure clouding his mind.

His cock throbbed as Rukia became more insistent, wiggling her hips, wrapping her legs around his waist like a vice, her hands raking down his back. This was what she wanted, what she needed. The pure raw erotic depravity of it all.

Rukia's mewls began to increase as her hips bucked up into him. Wet slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the small makeshift cloister.

Rukia was panting and moaning now, her eyes shut tight as the raw pleasure she was craving was savagely pulsing through her, finally. She didn't care that her teacher was fucking her. She didn't care that they were in the bushes of her school right now and she didn't care that her boyfriend was a few hundred yards away. She just wanted to be right there, under Ichigo. His thick manhood pounding into her, splitting her apart with passion now.

Her mind splintered into shards of delight, when like a lightening bolt, her orgasm ignited through her and she cried out in orgasmic bliss. She heard Ichigo moan in her ear, animal like grunts matching his thrusts as his cock throbbed before suddenly feeling his hot seed flood into her, sending another wave of libidinous joy through her.

Rukia stayed wrapped tight around Ichigo several more minutes after the waves of her orgasm subsided.

Finally she relaxed, tears coming to her eyes because of how she let herself fall so easily to him once again.

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"I can't break up with him. I just can't." Rukia said minutes later, slipping back on her shirt and fumbling blindly in search for her underwear.

"I won't let you go." Ichigo said plainly.

Ichigo had already dressed and stepped from the bushes and was brushing himself off.

"You can have me whenever you want…," Rukia stopped her underwear search, realizing what she had said. She couldn't believe it, but it felt right, and he of course didnt protest.

Ichigo stopped his departure smiling to himself, but he said nothing.

Having found the little bundle of cloth tangled in the bush, Rukia yanked it free, and hurriedly slid on her undies and stood up but again Ichigo was gone.

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Ichigo had no intention of sharing Rukia. If she wouldn't get rid of Shuuhei then he would. He smiled while heading into the boy's locker room.

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to be continued