"And I'm dancing with a Capulet

We're so crazy in love

Crazy!

You know you want it, you know you want it, you know you want it, you know you want it!" - He is Legend - The Seduction

Hollow Ichigo, Rukia, Ichigo (onesided HIchiRuki, implied IchiRuki)

188 words

I don't own Bleach.

The King had a rival.

He didn't know it, of course, as dense as he was and as little as he listened to or even spoke to his inner world's inhabitants, but the rivalry was there, nonetheless.

Yes, the hollow coveted his King's precious little Rukia-chan.

Every time he saw her there was a sort of delicious agony the welled up and filled him with a light, almost giddy feeling from all of her own torturously sweet and subtle pain.

These feelings were not from the King's influence, but his and his alone.

And this realization made the feeling all the more enjoyable.

Every single broken piece of her the King had glued, taped, or otherwise put back in place, he wanted so badly to shatter into a million more pieces that it almost hurt.

But pain was his strength, so he stood back, waiting.

One day, the King and dear Rukia-chan would be so close that there would be no avoidance of the rivalry.

One day, he would have her.

One day, he would break her.

One day, she would be his.