A/N:I'm back with another Rukitake, due to the fact that finishing my other story made me sad and want to write another! Well, I think it's going to be a Rukitake, but I will see how it pans out, also if people want to vote for who he ends up with, that will help too! Ok, so enjoy, it's a crazy harem, so it will be so fun to write!
I don't own bleach
Warning M for language, (such as Rangiku's filth) graphic smut, lemons, limes, extreme harem, sticky situations and love-struck girls, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Teach Me To Love
Chapter One: Rukia
Captain Ukitake drummed his fingers against his desk impatiently, the mother of all headaches worsening its attack every second. He felt the familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach, and the steady rise of the sick feeling within his body. This season had been particularly unkind to the aging captain. The sudden harshness of early winter had kicked in, the biting cold and howling winds ever present. He wanted nothing more than to go home, he could feel his illness creeping throughout him, he knew it wouldn't be long before blood would rush from his lungs and he wanted to be far from the public's eye when it happened.
He coughed loudly, clasping his hand to his mouth and taking a deep breath, stalling his attack as much as he could, he was getting desperate. Unable to hang on much longer, he stood up, cursing his weakness as he did so. However as he turned to grab his coat, the reason for his delay arrived.
He watched with a slight tinge of relief as she slowly etched around the door, her small frame clinging onto the edge of the wood, reluctant to walk any further into the room.
"Come in, then," Jūshirō said with a slight smile, masking his pain rather well, "Please, take a seat."
Rukia nodded as he indicated to the seat on the other side of his desk. She trembled a little as she sad down, sick with worry. The last time she had been formally called like this, she had been informed about her position within the squad, which, her brother had not been wholly pleased with. She couldn't think for the life of her what she had done wrong, but to warrant such an emergency meeting with the captain couldn't be a particularly good thing.
"Captain, I…" she blurted the moment he sat down.
"I know, don't fret, you're not in trouble," he cut in, desperate to get home, however worried for Rukia.
"Then…why am I here?" Rukia continued, now in a rushed, confused voice, "I don't understand, I haven't done anything…"
"I know," he repeated, "I'm just rather worried about you."
"Huh?" she couldn't help but say, "You're worried, about…me?"
"Of course," Jūshirō said lightly, "You're a key member of my squad, it would be wrong if I wasn't concerned."
Rukia shook her head, unable to comprehend his concern. Why should he be concerned? Why should he care about her? No one else seemed to. Her brother seemed more distant then ever recently, and she was too scared to ask him if she could go out with the other girls in the women's club, his aura was constantly deathly. As for Renji, she still hung out with him, but since the new girlfriend from squad six turned up, her time with him had steadily decreased. He had asked her out a long while ago, she never gave him an answer, and he couldn't wait forever. Ichigo? Since enrolling in university in the living world, his time in the soul society was sparse and he mainly dealt with hollows over in the living word, his new soul reaper permit allowed him to kill the hollow whenever they turned up. And since she never went out, her evenings consisted of love films and ice cream; it wouldn't be long before she put on some serious weight.
"Well I received a tip off from Kiyone that you aren't yourself lately," he continued despite her rigid state, "She's worried you might be depressed."
"Depressed?" she managed to squeak, "No, I'm not."
"And in denial," he continued, seeing all he needed to her in eyes.
"I…I need to get home...Nii-sama will be waiting for me…he'll be angry if I'm late…" she stuttered, getting up and heading for the door.
"Hold it!" Jūshirō mustered all his strength, standing in front of her to bar her way, his arms stretched out, "I'm not prepared to let you storming out in this condition."
"I'm fine," she struggled to say, her eyes already starting to water, "I have to go."
She tried to walk around him, failing as his strong frame kept her inside the room. She even went as far as putting her hands on his chest and pushing him out of the way. She struggled to even move him an inch, however he found it more than easy to take her shoulders and wheel her around, back to her chair. Her eyes widened, she had no idea he was so strong.
"Ok, what's up?" he asked as he sat down, rubbing his forehead with his hand, he could tell he was going to be here a while but he didn't mind too much, he cared about her, and she needed his help, "I know you've not been yourself lately."
"It's nothing," she continued, eager to get home as she watched the time go steadily, "Nii-sama will…"
"It's ok, Rukia," he interjected, "You don't need to be afraid of him."
"A-Afraid? Of…Nii-sama?" she whispered.
"Yes, I'm sure he can eat alone for one night if you're going to be late for dinner," Jūshirō pointed out, holding his hand to stomach under the table to try and steady his ill feeling.
"It's just that, that…" she started, tears forming again in her eyes.
"You're lonely…" he said, hitting the nail on the head.
Rukia looked up, ashamed, her face turning crimson, and her speech coming out in a fast blur "Nii-sama has been m-more distant and Renji has a girlfriend and Ichigo is in u-university and I don't go out…I want to get closer to the women at the women's club, I don't have many friends and…"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Jūshirō soothed, "Calm down, it's alright. Ok, slowly and calmly tell me what is happening in your life."
"Well," she said, wiping her tears, prompting Jūshirō to hand her a box of tissues on his desk, "Nii-sama has become even more distant recently, and I don't go out because I'm a-afraid of asking him if I can go out…he would say no."
"You don't know that," Jūshirō replied, "You need to pluck up the courage and ask him. Go out tonight, take a bath, get yourself ready and go out, it's Friday night for Kami's sake. Even I go out on a Friday and Saturday, even though I live alone."
"You do?" she asked, surprised as she dabbed her face.
"Yeah, my illness prevents me from living with anyone and I am often in the fourth squad barracks getting treatment," he revealed, "My family live outside of the Seireitei but I have to stay here as I need to be close to the squad and the health centre."
"Oh," Rukia said, suddenly understanding that he was in a similar predicament to her, "I just assumed you'd be married with children or have some form of partner…"
"Don't be silly, Rukia," Jūshirō said with a laugh, "I'm married to my job, and besides, no one wants to marry a sickly, weak man who spends half the time working and the other half coughing or sleeping."
"You're too hard on yourself, captain," Rukia argued, "I'm sure there are lot's of women who would marry you!"
Rukia suddenly blushed, making her look down into her lap and causing Jūshirō to continued with a smile, "Well I don't know about that, but I enjoy being single. I can plan my evenings when I want to, I know what food I like to cook and I go out on the weekends with captain Kyōraku. I also help run the men's club, exercise everyday and train hard. So I often find my days filled."
Rukia nodded, she understood a little more now, she should try and be more like him, more active and vibrant. It was something she admired about him, how happy he always seemed despite his illness that would one day consume him.
"Ok," she concluded, "I'll join the women's club and go out a little more and go to the gym!"
"Yeah," he agreed with enthusiasm, "Friends are the most important things, and you especially need them when things get rough."
"Thank you captain!" she exclaimed with a smile, standing up slowly, "I'll ask Nii-sama if I can go out tonight, and if he says no, I will put up an argument until he lets me go!"
"Just don't get into a big fight," Jūshirō assured her, "I don't want to get the blame for splitting the Kuchiki house in two!"
"Oh, don't worry," she said casually, "You won't."
"Ok then," he said with a smile, standing up and grabbing his coat from the hook before tucking his chair back under his desk, "Have fun tonight."
"Yeah, and you!" Rukia smiled.
"I'm probably not going to go out tonight," he said with a sigh.
"How come?" she asked quickly, pulling her Shihakusho around her a little more.
"I'm not feeling up to it tonight, maybe next week I will," he admitted as he tidied the papers on his desk and placed his pens and pencils back in the pot he kept them in.
"I'm sorry to hear that," she said truthfully, walking to the door and watching him check the office over.
"It's ok," he shrugged, walking to the door and nudging her outside so he could lock the office door for the evening, "I like quiet evenings at home in front of the fire anyway."
She nodded as they walked in companionable silence, only saying goodbye when they got to a large open square with a clock tower. They waved goodbye, Jūshirō going one way, and Rukia the other.
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"Hey, Shūnsui, it's me," Jūshirō said through the phone to his friend.
"Hey, what's up?" the man replied, already drinking in preparation for the evening.
"It's not too late to cancel tonight, is it?" Jūshirō asked as he sat in his favorite chair in front of the fire, watching the flames flicker and dance.
"Yes, it is," Shunsui replied, far from amused, "You're not cancelling tonight."
"I'm not feeling so good tonight," Jūshirō continued, 'I've already coughed up several pints of blood."
"We didn't go out last week because you were ill," Shunsui groaned, "Just take the medication that Retsu prescribed."
"You know I can't," Jūshirō argued, "It's too strong for me, it relaxes my muscles so much that I can't control my actions half of the time."
"You'll be fine," Shunsui said casually, "Besides, if you don't go out you'll never meet anyone…"
"I've been going out for centuries and I still haven't met her," he pointed out, suddenly becoming slightly depressed from the truth in his words.
"You know what you need, my friend?" he asked with a cheeky grin.
"What's that?" Jūshirō replied, frustration etched in his voice.
"Raw, hot, animalistic sex," his smirk got wider.
Jūshirō rolled his eyes, "This isn't about sex, this is about my illness…"
"And often the two coincide," Shunsui cut him off, "You're illness often prevents you from having sex. When was the last time you made love?"
"Well the strain and rough actions are too much for me to handle sometimes," he said sadly, "I am happy with my life as it is."
"How long has it been?" he pressed.
Jūshirō sighed, hating the answer, "Centuries."
"Good grief," Shunsui continued, "No wonder you've lost you libido…"
"I haven't lost it!" Jūshirō defended, "I just…I'm happy with my life, no women to mess it up!"
"Well, good, now you're going to take a pill and go to the bar with me," Shunsui concluded.
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"So, Nii-sama, I was thinking I could, er, go out tonight, with friends, you know, to a bar or something," Rukia said quietly, keeping her face low at the dinner table and eating quickly.
"What friends would these be?" he asked icily, making her jump, she wasn't expecting a reply.
"You know, vice captain Matsumoto, Hinamori, Ise, Yoruichi Shihoin, Kiyone, Isane, and everyone at the women's club."
Byakuya's eyes narrowed at the names, he despised those women. They caused nothing but trouble, sneaking into his house and using it as a secret base, catching photos of him to sell to idiotic love-struck girls, putting him on a poll and making girls vote for him, it was sick. He wanted nothing more to say no and ban her from seeing them, they could easily ruin her reputation and thus the Kuchiki name…however, remembering Ginrei's recent advice on how to clear the air between him and his sister, he obliged.
He watched as she bolted down dinner before rushing out, thanking him as she did so, leaving him to have a nice peaceful evening to himself.
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"See, I told you to come out tonight," Shunsui laughed heartily as he slapped his friend on the back, now well inebriated with sake.
Jūshirō nodded his head in agreement as he watched people come on and go, heading to the dance floor at the other end of the club, all completely oblivious to the two high captains at the quiet end of the bar. He looked down, the medication suppressing his pain and need to cough and splutter, and for once in a long time, he felt seriously relaxed and happy. He sipped his herbal tea, resistant to the need to drink, unlike his friend beside him.
"Hey, buddy, hot chick at 9o'clock," Shunsui grinned widely.
Jūshirō looked up, rolling his eyes as he saw Nanao and her friends sit at a large round table, all of them drinking brightly coloured drinks and laughing. He watched, frowning however as a girl he did not recognize stood up, her back showing as her dress haltered at the neck and continued just above her bum, showing her creamy, smooth looking skin to him.
"I see you looking," Shunsui continued to taunt him.
"I can't help it," he blurted, "She's…she's…hot…like really…wow…I'd take her to bed in a second if I had the chance…"
"Those pills are strong for you to openly blurt that out," he snickered, "I have some 'special pills' if you are having trouble rising to the occasion, it has been such a long time and all…"
Jūshirō didn't hear him, he was too busy admiring her skin, so pale yet beautiful, her slim legs that carried her on high heels, sexy black ones too, he had to admit. Her arms were also slim, her shoulder's so kissable and her shoulder-length glossy black hair, falling so sexily around her. He gripped the bar side hard, anything to stop himself from rushing over and asking her out. She seemed familiar though, almost as if he knew her and a feeling in his stomach kept tugging at this notion. He ignored it however, transfixed upon her beauty.
He sat bolt upright, snapping out of his puppy-dog trance as she turned around, her body now side on to him as she approached the bar. It was Rukia. He had just been fantasizing about Rukia, a member of his own squad, and a girl half the age of him. He suddenly felt perverted, he was admiring Rukia, the very girl he had helped today, who saw him as a father, and he should be trying to look out for her, not rob her of her innocence.
Much to his dismay, just as she arrived at the bar, Shunsui had already called the barmaid over, asking for another fill of sake. He kept his head down, now finishing his cold tea and pretending he hadn't seen her. He turned to face Shunsui, hoping she wouldn't recognize him.
Rukia looked around the bar, seeing the barmaid down the other end, talking to two guys. She walked down to where they were, standing a few feet from her captain, still looking at the vast quantities of bottles of drink on the side and the wall.
"You got ID?" the girl asked as she moved on from the two men and stood in front of her.
Rukia nodded, taking out her ID from her pocket and giving it to the girl who checked it and placed it on the top. Jūshirō quickly peeked at the ID and it did indeed belong to Kuchiki Rukia. He looked out of his peripheral from the picture on the card to her, cursing inwardly that he found her so sexy.
"What can I get you?" the girl continued, grabbing a tray in preparation for a big order from the large table of women.
"Ok," she replied, causing Jūshirō to jump at the sudden noise, he was on edge, "Can we get one Singapore Sling, one Green Vesper, one Martini, one Pixie Stick, one Strawberry Daiquiri, one Sake Screwdriver, one Tequila Slammer, one Flirtini, one Pantry Dropper, one Orgasm and one Sex on the Beach please."
The girl hastily wrote them all down, only stopping at the loud, bellowing voice of Rangiku.
"Yoo-hoo," the women said loudly, "Can you make my orgasm a screaming orgasm please? The stronger the better!"
"Make that a screaming orgasm please," Rukia asked politely, prompting the girl to nod with a smile.
"Jūshirō here would love to give you a screaming orgasm," Shunsui giggled under his breath, not loud enough to hear but enough to get her attention.
"Captain Kyōraku?" she asked as she turned to them with a smile, "Captain Ukitake?"
Jūshirō glared at his friend before he turned to her, a smile on his face and his mind fighting the gutter, "Rukia, it's nice to see you took my advice and came out."
"Yeah," she replied happily, "I want to thank you for that, you really helped me, and my brother was ok about me going out!"
"I'm glad to hear it," he answered.
"How come you're here?" she asked as she studied his relaxed state, he was wearing jeans and a shirt with several of the top buttons undone, it looked good on him, "I thought you weren't going to go out."
"Well, my friend here convinced me otherwise," he pointed to Shunsui who continued to chuckle at Jūshirō's awkwardness.
"Rukia," a familiar voice sounded behind her, "Do you often meet each other in clubs when we are not around?"
Rukia turned to see Rangiku at her shoulder, who winked at Jūshirō before looking back at her.
"No," she replied hastily, "I just found out he was here."
"Well it's not a surprise really," Rangiku continued, much to Rukia's embarrassment, "She has been going on about you since we met up this evening, constantly explaining how she is going out because of her captain's expert advice and help and how she wishes to be more like her admired captain."
"I haven't," Rukia brushed off, "I just wanted to thank you is all…"
"Excuse me, miss," the girl behind the bar mentioned to Rangiku, letting Rukia sigh in relief, "The first half of your drinks are ready, since there are so many, they have to be done in two parts because they are heavy to carry. Do you want to start a tab up?"
"Of course," Rangiku exclaimed happily as she took the tray of drinks and scuttled back to the table with her goodies.
She turned back to her captain, blushing slightly and keeping her face fairly downwards so he did not see.
"Well, we had best be off," Jūshirō suggested, thinking it would be best to be out of her way, that and he didn't want Shunsui to get so drunk he couldn't physically walk anywhere, "It was nice catching up today, Rukia…you do look absolutely gorgeous in that dress…" His eyes widened, had he blurted that? Curse this medication. She blushed harder, pulling her hands to her cheeks rapidly.
"Rukia?" Rangiku yelled from the table, "Wasn't the tequila slammer yours?"
"Yeah," she called back before turning to her captain, "Yes, well, thank you, it was nice talking today, I'll see you around." She gave a little wave before walking briskly to the table and sitting down beside her friends.
"Well Jūshirō could give you the best slammer you've ever had no doubt," Shunsui continued, as they paid the bill and walked out.
"Would you stop with that?" he almost begged, "I don't want to give her an orgasm or a slammer."
"But she totally has the hots for you," Shunsui said in a sober voice, causing Jūshirō to frown, "Did you see the way she blushed?"
"All young girls blush, Shunsui," Jūshirō reminded him, "The girls used to blush all the time in the academy. It's a normal thing for them."
"Well whatever you say," he argued, "She digs you, majorly."
"Ok, homie," he suggested, "Let's stop with the slang, we're too old for it now. Let's get you back to the barracks before you fall over."
"I hope Nanao comes back drunk," Shunsui hoped, stroking his stubble, "Last time she did, we had amazing sex."
"Y-YOU WHAT?" Jūshirō coughed loudly, "You had sex with Miss Ise?"
"Yeah," he grinned, "I have finally wooed her, Jūshirō. Finally."
"I see," Jūshirō replied, jealousy finding its way within him.
"Yeah, it was so good," he joked, "Who would have know my little Nanao could be so dirty in the bedroom?"
He giggled before sighing in contentment, also causing Jūshirō to smile at his happiness.
"You're a lucky man," Jūshirō agreed, "It's difficult to find the right one."
"Don't lose faith," Shunsui urged, "She's probably right under your nose."
"I hope so," he said.
Neither said any more on the matter, but walked in a comfortable silence, Shunsui's words swimming around in his head, "She's probably under your nose…She totally digs you…they was she blushed…love to give you a screaming orgasm…" Rukia? Did he suddenly fancy Rukia? Well, in that dress, who wouldn't? But in her robes she looked her usual self, just plain Rukia, he had never fancied her before, so why did he now? He shook his head, suddenly coming to the conclusion that he didn't fancy her, but that somehow his tea must have been spiked, it had alcohol in it, which explained his suddenly liking to her, also his medication was not letting him think straight so he thought he fancied her, when he really didn't.
After a few more minutes, they arrived at the squad eight barracks. Jūshirō promptly took Shunsui into the building before bidding him goodnight and flash stepping home.
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"So what was that whole thing with your captain?" Rangiku giggled, as she knocked back her third shot of tequila.
"What thing?" Rukia asked quickly.
"We saw you talking," Nanao continued, "He seemed to be very much enjoying it too."
"Oh, no," Rukia brushed off casually, "It was nothing, we were just discussing today and stuff."
"How he helped you?" Retsu asked, piping up for the first time.
"Well, yeah, he gave me really good advice, he told me to face up to my brother and if he hadn't have talked to me, I wouldn't be here right now," she answered, "He told me to have a fresh look on life and do something with myself, so I want to be like him and do lots of activities and fun things."
"He said all that because he cares," Kiyone pointed out, "He cares about all the members in our squad."
Rukia nodded, "He gives really good advice, I'm surprised he hasn't trained to be a counsellor or something."
The girls continued talking, Momo taking in every word they said as she clenched her fist under the table, holding back the threatening tears.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom," she said as she stood up, her voice quiet and soft.
Once in the bathroom, she washed her face, taking a good look at herself in the mirror and hating herself for her weakness. She nodded to herself; she wasn't going to go through this alone, not any more. She opened the door and made her way back to the table to find them still talking about Rukia and her captain.
"Well, whatever you think," Yoruichi interjected, "He was totally hitting on you."
Momo sat down as she looked at a blushing Rukia, "What's this?" Momo asked.
"Captain Ukitake totally fancies the pants off Rukia," Isane explained rather frankly.
"No, he doesn't," Rukia assured them with a blush.
"It was clear in his eyes!" Kiyone agreed with her sister.
"Yeah," Yoruichi continued, "I'm surprised he didn't come from just seeing you, it was that bad. Kami it must be centuries since I've seen him with a woman. It doesn't help with the whole gay theory…"
"Ukitake? Gay?" Nemu burst out.
"That's what I heard," Yoruichi explained.
"He's definitely not gay," Retsu defended, "Far from it."
"What do you mean?" Rukia asked, curious now.
"He and I…well…there was this party when we were in the academy and we were drunk and one thing led to another and we ended up losing our virginity to each other," she said slowly, a blush now on her face.
"You've slept with captain UKITAKE?" Rangiku screamed at the top of her voice, attracting a lot of attention from people nearby.
"Keep your voice down!" Retsu urged, "Yes, it was one night, we were both smashed and underage teenagers! I don't regret it but we agreed to forget about it and move on so it wouldn't ruin our friendship. We haven't had any sexual contact since."
"Well, I never knew that," Nanao said, gob smacked, "You have his virginity, wow, that was unexpected."
"How many has he slept with?" Rangiku giggled, now on the edge of her seat.
"Um, well from the ones I know about, quite a number, Kami knows about the rest…but that was so long ago, centuries in fact," she mused, "I do sometimes wonder if he is good in bed these days. He's probably quite rusty by now."
"Do you fancy him too?" Nanao asked, grinning madly.
"Of course not," Retsu said truthfully, "I just wonder is all."
"Rukia does," Kiyone said loudly, "You blushed so much around him."
"I don't, I don't, I don't!" Rukia disagreed, only to be hailed with comments by her drunken friends.
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Jūshirō shifted in an uneasy sleep, he couldn't help but sense he was being talked about. He woke abruptly as he thought about her again. He lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling, imaging her soft, creamy white skin, how incredible it would be to touch her, stroke her lovingly. He groaned as he felt a familiar feeling, a stir in his lower body. He frowned, how long had it been since he had felt this? The more he thought about her, the worse the feeling became, and his hardness became almost painful underneath his sleeping robe. He took his robe off, freeing himself from the restraint and deciding to sleep naked. He sighed, when was the last time he had sex? Centuries. He stared at the ceiling; he had even stopped going solo a long time ago and decided to become truly celibate, what was the point? He had no one to think or fantasize about anyway.
His hand itched to move downwards, but his vow of celibacy urged him to follow restraint. He gripped onto the quilt, ignoring the need and lust that had crept over him, it was unbearable, he hadn't felt this in years, and although he enjoyed being single, he sometimes craved the company of another person and the touch and feel of a woman.
A/N: Ok, so what's Momo planning? Please review, thanks ^^