A/N: So, okay...
This is not finished and it will be a short story. That's the main reason this first chapter is so short and it doesn't have a name like the ones in Together Alone. It's really dark too.
Just one thing though, the flashbacks are not always in order. I thought I should mention that before you get confused, but I think you'll get it when you read the story. And I separated them, so you don't get lost in the middle of it. Lol!
I hope you'll read it and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach!
Run! Just run, damn it! The impact of her feet was echoing through the empty streets, her hair soaking wet, while the rain was the only sound present, letting her know she's still in the world of living. Her muscles sting with every contact her feet made with the empty, wet asphalt. Yet, she wasn't giving up. It was long time since she last saw anyone from her friends, except for Renji that was with her and few Captains back at the Urahara's shop.
Where are you? Sode no Shirayuki was placed on her hip, while she gripped the hilt, trying so hard to ignore the pain that was flowing through her whole body. Where are you? The night was peaceful on the first look, the rain present, but yet quiet storm without any thunder or lighting. But somehow, that was only making her more and more worried, while she pushed her body to its limits. Where are you?
"We're unable to detect any of their reiatsu. They don't even show on the radars in Soul Society."
Her lungs were failing her badly. She did have a strong need to get there, strong will to find them, but her body just wouldn't listen.
"Kuchiki, where do you think you're going?"
She needed to find them. After everything that happened how could she not want that. They were surely in danger, no one disappears like that. No one can hide that well. Especially not from Soul Society. I'm sorry brother.
She wasn't stupid though. Surely someone came after her. She could feel hints of reiatsu following her, but whoever it was behind her knew how to hide himself pretty good. She didn't care.
She didn't care that she refused to obey the orders of Soul Society, she didn't care that she ran past the Captains without a word, even though they told her that their stay is done, she didn't care that in any moment some Vasto Lorde could jump out in front of her and kill her in a second. She didn't care. They were missing.
"Kuchiki, were do you think you're going?"
Where is she actually going? She felt like she was running in circles, her clothes soaking wet, as she ran ignoring the pain, although it was much harder to do that as the moments past.
Lighting drew her attention to the sky, the storm worsening. Drops of rain bigger now, bruising her pale skin, as she passed the tall buildings through the empty streets. The wind was tougher too, ruffling her short raven hair.
She could not take it anymore. The physical pain was worsening, her muscles hurt as she fell to her knees panting. Her mouth opened, demanding for air, for something to free the pressure in her lungs. Where are you?
"Collapsing already, Kuchiki?" Her head bolted up at the sound of that voice. Right in front of her stood a Captain. White hair glowing in the dark, while he frowned looking at her worn out body. A sigh left her, while she fought with her legs, ordering them to stand, to get up.
"They sent you?" She asked weakly, getting up.
"Che." He said running his hand through his soaked hair. "Nobody sent me. Now get up so we can head back, if you're done with running around like a fool."
"No." His eyes twitched as she turned her back to him, still trying to regain her breath.
"It's an order lieutenant Kuchiki."
"I don't care." Her voice echoed, stern and determined as she clenched her fists.
"Kuchiki-"
"Nothing you say now will make me change my mind, so don't even try. If you're not going to drag me back forcefully, then just turn around and leave."
"You need to accept it. I know that I'm not the right person to tell you this, but…"
"Tsk. And what's your plan actually?" He said frowning. He should have known better than to assume she'll obey. "Their reiatsu is gone."
"…you know it wasn't your fault."
Five years. Five years have passed since that war and since she returned to Soul Society becoming a lieutenant. Five years since that night.
"I have to find them." She said and took one step forward.
"You mean, you have to find him." That stopped her.
"I'm coming with you."
"No you're not." He said standing on the roof, looking at petals of her cherry tree falling down. "I only came to tell you this, because you deserve to know. But-"
"I don't care." The raven-head girl said looking at his back.
"You should."
"You can't expect from me to agree to this."
She stood there, looking ahead, not really aware of what she was looking at. The storm was worsening, and she just now realized why.
Her moans filled the room, the air tick as he placed the open kisses to her bare neck. She clenched his shihakusho in desperate need to control her aching body. His
hand was gliding up and down her thighs as he bit her neck, leaving marks and bruises all over.
She shivered when his tongue followed every mark he left, trying to soothe the pain she probably felt. She could not take it anymore. Her hand traveled to untie his shihakusho, in need for his skin.
He stopped her, pushing her hand over her head as he roughly found his way toward her wet intimacy. Breath stood in her throat as rough fingers went over her most private part. He was sending her in oblivion with the touches he gave her. Her moans were much louder as she bent underneath his ever stroke. He wasn't as gentle as…
"Take it as you like." She said taking deep breath to calm her breathing.
He stood there, looking at her back, annoyed.
"Didn't think you were this stupid." He saw her stiffening. Good. Give me anger.
He was hovering over her, his abdomen aching for her. He needed to release it, to feel her. Her violet eyes half-lidded as she was looking, waiting for him. She needed him too.
"This…"
"…is nothing more than this. I know." She responded.
"Why? Because I want to find my friends?" She turned around to face the teal-eyed man, angry. The cold air rushed around them. "Did you honestly think I would leave this to rest?"
"No, I thought you would think about what the hell you are doing." He said holding her look. "Running like this is pointless. Stupid."
"Why are you here?" She hissed, failing to restrain the anger. "Why are you even following me? What I do doesn't concern you at all."
"On any other night I wouldn't give a damn about your whereabouts, but you came because I told you about this." He said coldly, running a hand through his hair. In that moment her anger got replaced by her well-known Kuchiki facade.
Five years since the war. Five years since that night. Three years since…
"So you are obligated to return me? I see." She said, her voice as cold as his moments ago. "I am sorry to inform you Captain, but you will return without me." Before he had a chance to respond, she flash-stepped away.
He wanted to laugh. No matter how good she was at flash step, did she honestly think she could run from him…especially in that condition. He allowed her few seconds of freedom, before he flash stepped after her.
"You are going to make me very angry Kuchiki Rukia. I wouldn't advise that." He said pinning her to the wall in the back alley just two streets away from the spot they were in few moments ago. Her body slammed to the wall behind her, as he held her throat, looking in her surprised violets. She tried to fight him off, but failed. He was still a Captain, a strong one. The storm raged around them, and he looked as he wasn't even making any effort in holding her there. But the hold he had on her neck would surely leave a bruise later.
"Let me go!" Her voice was weak, even though she tried to yell.
"No."
"I fucking hate you!" She hissed.
"Good." He slammed his body over hers, making it more difficult for her to move and claimed her lips. She fought it, but lost the strength moments after. Loud moan left her as his other hand lifted her leg over his hip. Their kiss was rough, full of anger and lust and she surrendered, feeling his arousal between her legs. He bit her neck as she dragged her nails across his back moaning. His hand was still on her neck, holding her roughly, without restraint, without even caring if that could hurt her.
She would do the same every time she had a chance. His body could prove it. Every time she scratched his skin, drawing blood, every time she left a bruise…he never healed it. Not once.
She felt his hot breath on her neck, great contrast to the cold around them. He lifted her other leg, leaving her neck, tearing off any underwear she had, and scratching her skin on the way. Her whole body was now relying on his, as he was holding her against that wall. Every other thought, except for the need for him inside her, left her, as his covered arousal scratched the skin between her legs.
"He's not coming for you."
"I know."
"And you were the one talking about acceptance. You are a fool."
"I know."
He slipped into her, and a loud moan left her lips, as he growled on her bare neck. His one hand was holding her thigh and his other was on the wall, keeping him steady, keeping him from not falling down from the heat she gave him. His movements stopped as she clutched the fabric on his back and he waited only few seconds for her to adjust to him inside of her before his thrusts continued.
Her back moved against the wall as she moved along with the teal-eyed man inside of her. His thrusts were rough, strong, and she welcomed them, pulling his white hair and moaning loudly.
"Kuchiki?" She knelt there, on the hill, her head low hiding her face, which was, he was sure, soaked in tears.
"I can't…he can't be…" He knelt beside her, as she fought the sobs. "How could you leave me brother?"
He was close to his release, he could feel it. The rain and the storm only got worse with every second he spent claiming violet-eyed girl before him. Their sweat mixed with the rain, as her moans echoed in the empty alley. His head bolted back as he felt her walls coming down around his erection. It was all it took for him too. He buried his head in her neck with the last thrust he gave her, filling her with his seed, letting out a load groan from his lips.
"I fucking killed her!"
"No, stop it! It wasn't your fault. The one-"
"Don't say it. Don't fucking dare to say his name!"
He was still in her when he cupped her chin, lifting it to make an eye contact with him. Her eyes were still half-lidded, but he could see a frown appearing on her face.
"I think he would enjoy knowing what you do when you are trying to save him." Her body went stiff and for a moment she tried to release herself from his hold but failed again. He let go of her when he saw she wasn't responding to his words and she went few feet away, tying her shihakusho in place. He did the same. She took one more step before he stopped her again, this time coming behind her back and throwing an arm around her petite body. She sighed.
"Fine. Take me back." It was all it took for him to flash step back to the place they came from. No matter what he said, he would never take her back on force, she knew.
Urahara was standing near his living room, or whatever that was, entrance while the rest of them sat on the chairs and cushions he placed there. His green fan was open as he watched the two soaking wet shinigami enter his shop. Hitsugaya was walking in front of Kuchiki Rukia, and she held that scowl Urahara got to know years ago.
"Ah Kuchiki, so you decided to come back?" He said waving his fan.
"Bite me." She said as she past him, in a tone he swore she learned from the man near her.
"Harsh." He said jokingly.
There, in the room, sat Renji, Ikkaku, Captain Kenpachi, Yachiru probably close by, and Hitsugaya's lieutenant Matsumoto. Rukia sat near Renji, and he only threw one look in her way, before looking back at white-haired man still standing.
"I'm sorry Rukia."Red-headed man said, holding her petite body close, ignoring the hits she placed on his chest.
"YOU'RE LYING!"
"I'm…sorry."
The door opened and Rukia lifted her head to find Yoruichi coming in with three familiar faces. Behind her stood Isshin, Yuzu and Karin. She could see Yuzu was crying till this point, while the other black-haired Kurosaki's stood there with stoic faces. Hitsugaya turned too, she could see, but his look fell only to one of the Kurosaki's, the black-haired girl, and Rukia turned her head away.
"I can smell him on you." He said coldly, leaving any emotion behind his indifferent face.
"We need to wait for any report from Soul Society. I'm sure they'll find them soon." Urahara said, looking in the way Isshin stood.
"I know." Isshin said sitting next to Rukia and smiling weakly as her eyes met his. "Don't worry so much, he'll be okay." He said placing a hand on her leg.
"What do you want me to tell you?" She said looking at teal eyes before her.
"Did you scream with him too?"
"Fuck you Toshiro!"
Three years since she last saw him. Three years since her brother died. Three years since their battles began again. Three years.
"Who the hell is that strong to hide that amount of reiatsu? Are you sure they didn't take them to Hueco Mundo?" Renji said looking at Urahara.
"I'm not, but Soul Society never detected any change in reiatsu in this world, so that can only mean-"
"That they never reopened the gate." Toshiro finished looking at the blond-haired man hiding behind his fan.
"Correct."
"Stop pushing me away!"
"Just turn around and leave." White-haired man almost yelled, his face red from anger.
"Stop. It wasn't your fault that she died. Stop punishing-"
"Just fucking leave. I don't need your pity."