I don't own BLEACH or any of the characters.

Please do enjoy this dark little tale. It was inspired by the manga/anime 'Another'. The main girl reminds me of Rukia. I didn't want to start another ichixruki fic but this is the only thing on my mind right now, so I thought I'd get it out of the way, then get on to my other stories.

OoC/AU this chap contain violence, blood and rape sooo...yeah o.O

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The skylight let the room flood with the radiance of the waxing moon. The tall lean muscled man lay back in the huge bathtub, his long lean legs stretched out in front of him. His turquoise eye unblinking, the room was filled with steam. His pale blue hair wilted in the humidity.

The room was dark except for the natural light of the clear night sky and moon above him.

The man looked up. His blood was pounding in his ears, he was anxious, his body and mind restless. But his mistress had told him no hunting tonight. He hadn't been able to hunt properly since they moved to the outskirts of Karakura-cho.

All because of that human boy. He snarled to himself his brow furrowed angrily.

"You're thinking too much Grimmjow."

Grimmjow sat up sharply, hot water splashing around him. He looked to his right seeing his mistress. Petite and pale in the moonlight. Her naked lithe body a sensual treat.

He smiled and sat back. He loved nights like this when her boredom brought her to his room.

His eyes drunk in the sight of her. Her short raven hair bobbed around her delicate neck, a long lone strand across her face. One violet eye shown large and haunting, the other eye covered by a white eye patch.

She seemed to glide the small distance from where was standing to the edge of the tub. She held out her delicate almost translucent hand and Grimmjow took it automatically, as she lifted her small leg and stepped into the water.

His eyes were drawn to the apex of her legs, the small tuft of dark hair that led to her woman hood, his cock swelled in the heated water watching the delicate flesh between her thin supple thighs gently shift as she stepped in the water. He licked his lips eagerly.

She sat down opposite him. The water up to her neck.

"What brings you here Rukia-sama?" Grimmjow moaned happily, as he felt her foot slid up his thigh, expertly missing his throbbing shaft as it continued gradually up his abs stopping on his chest.

"Do a need a reason to come see you, Grimmjow?" She replied dryly as she squeezed her black painted toes and dug them roughly into his hard chest.

He gritted his teeth and winced, the delicious pain of her physical contact igniting carnal heat in him.

"Never." He hissed.

She smiled. Her small pink lips curling in a smug smile.

Still staring at his she waited his face contort from pain to expectation as her foot continued up his chest, slowly to his chin then his mouth.

Grimmjow closed his eyes as he opened his mouth, his long tongue snaking out and around the small digits of her foot.

Rukia opened her mouth in salacious approval of his adoration, sighing heavily as is tongue lapped and licked her toes and feet.

She puckered her lips as Grimmjow took her big toe in his mouth sensually sucking the appendage.

"Mmm." Rukia moaned biting her lip, her womanhood flooding, her clit swelling with pleasure.

Grimmjow reached up to take hold of her foot only to have her pull it away as she kicked him playfully in the jaw.

Grimmjow's jaw set resentfully.

She loved to tease him and hurt him. He loved it as well, but tonight he was in no mood for such treatment. Yes, to be around her was a privilege, to be taken as her lover was even more so. He had been her protector and her favorite plaything for over a century now.

His jaw tightened as he realized that was all changing.

A fleeting wicked thought flashed across his mind. If he killed her then no one could have her. That would mean his own death. He didn't care at this point though.

"It won't be long now, Grimmjow." Rukia had turned over in the tub her arms folded over the side as she looked up out the large skylight that took up most of the ceiling space.

"In three days, the moon will be full. It seems like forever we've been in this town, but it's only been for over three months. But then he'll be mine." Rukia's smile widened.

Water slashed around her, she looked behind her seeing Grimmjow standing up, his eyes closed, mouth turned down.

"Where do you think you're going?" she said sharply. "I didn't give you permission to leave."

He didn't answer and he didn't look at her. His brow furrowing deeply.

She watched the water roll down his lanky muscular body, then she looked at his hard angry face. Still as gloriously handsome as every. He wasn't that angry she realized though; his shaft was stiff and long, standing out proudly between his legs.

"Sit down." She said as sweetly.

He stood defiantly.

"I said, SIT DOWN!" Her tone was deep and strong. Her very words reverberated through his body forcing his knees to buckle and he sat back down in the tub.

"Oh, my poor Grimmjow. Are you jealous?" She pouted almost mockingly, her voice soft and sweet again.

She moved through the water to sit between his legs. She was so small and fragile looking; she seemed like a doll sitting there next to him.

He wouldn't look at her because he knew he would give in to soon, she had to understand, realize how angry he was.

"Oh." She stroked his face as he continued to avoid her gaze. Undaunted she smiled and leaned in nuzzling his exposed neck with her soft skin. "We still have right now. Let's not waste it. Hmm." Her pink tongue darted out of her mouth, licking his cheek.

He shivered with delight.

She slid her arms around his shoulders and straddled his thighs.

He didn't dare look at her now or else he knew he'd forgive her for what she was planning; no instead, he closed his eyes in expectancy of pleasure. This was one of the many ways she was so cruel to him. Letting him think she cared for him.

She laid forward, her small pert breasts pressing into him. His cock throbbed feeling her hard nipples poke into his chest.

Desire over took him as he grabbed her small waist and reached around her taking hold of his shaft, hurriedly positioning it at her entrance.

Forcefully, he pushed down on her hips impaling her on his cock as she cried out in delighted agony. Grimmjow began angrily bucking his hips wildly as Rukia held on to his neck moaning in his ear. His large hand sunk into her thick dark hair grabbing a handful and yanking her head back to look at him.

She was so beautiful, so vulnerable right now. She needed him right now. She wanted him right now. He didn't want to lose that.

He hated her now more than he loved her. He captured her lips in a hard punishing kiss, his tongue lashing at hers, his eyes opened as he watched her face respond happily to his angry affection.

He felt his body begin to ache with a huge orgasm as his hips continued to piston.

His sharp teeth gritted as he grunted through his climax, spewing his thick hot cum into the girl's small womb. He didn't stop pumping, his hand trailing from behind her head to her neck.

Her eyes were closed, her mouth opened as ragged gasps of pleasure came from her while she bounce violently on his lap.

Steely eyed rage filled Grimmjow as his large hand wrapped around her throat, stroking it for a moment, but quickly getting tighter and tighter. She didn't seem to realize at first, rattling moans of pleasure still coming from her as her bitter lover sought to silence her.

Rukia's eyes snapped open; panicked recognition coming too late as her hand scratched at her throat, his grip was too tight around her small neck. Small and fragile like a doll. Her violet eye was wide deranged as she clawed at Grimmjow's face frantically.

Tighter and tighter, his fist squeezed. His jaw tightening in time with his fist as he watched glowering, the light fading from her.

Tighter and tighter still until he felt something break beneath his grip, he lay Rukia back in the water squeezing tighter still as her struggling tapered off. Then ended.

Bubbles rose in the water and quickly ceased until she finally lay still at the bottom.

He rushed from the room. He only had a little time to act now. That wouldn't keep her down, not for very long.

But if I can take care of Kurosaki, then things will go back to normal, he said as he ran out of the hidden shrine palace and shunpo-ed toward Karakura-sho.

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Ichigo Kurosaki looked over at his bedroom door as he panted. Quick mental check that it was closed. He glanced at his clock; it was 1:13 am the whole house was in a dead sleep, except him of course. He closed his eyes laying back on his bed. His hand still stroking furiously.

He was breathless, trundling erratically in his sheets, his impassioned mind racing, trying to grasp an image.

He saw her dark hair, her pink lips.

Yesss. He squeezed his eyes shut as jolts of pleasure shot hotly through him

Her small breasts.

Yess. His hand moved faster over his throbbing shaft as he clawed his sheets.

In his mind, he saw himself sucking her pink stiff nipples.

His wet lips touching her sweet soft skin.

YESSS!

That did it. He could feel it coming. His balls tightened.

"Ngghh…. Ngghhh…" He bit his lip as his pelvis jerked up; his toes curled and his body bucked in a euphoric convulsing spasm, his hot seed erupting and spilling down his still stroking hand.

He jerked in the throes of his waning orgasm, finally taking a gasping breath.

He lay still, his mind still clouded with overwhelming pleasure.

Then casually, he reached over and grabbed several tissues from his night stand. The tissue box was nearly empty. He sat up and wiped himself off, then cleaned his hand.

He pulled up his boxer briefs and lay back. Maybe now he could sleep.

It had been about two or three months since he had had a full night's sleep. It didn't bother him though.

He was looking out his open window, his hands behind his head, his mind clear and calm.

Rukia.

She always seemed to be on his mind. He didn't mind that either.

She was a transfer student, from …. He couldn't remember. He did care about that either.

Come to think of it, she transferred in about three months ago. He quickly shrugged off the correlation and rolled over.

Most of his class was standoffish when it came to her. He was sure it was due to the eye patch she wore.

Like that determines if someone is good or bad.

He was a little disappointed in them all. But they were slowly coming around.

He couldn't hide the fact too he was a little curious to know what was under the patch, but he was sure it added to the air of mystery around the small girl. He hadn't even gotten up the nerve to ask why she had it. Though it really didn't matter.

She was adorable to him anyway. So petite and fragile, there was a part of him that was very drawn to her. It was far beyond his desire to protect her.

He shrugged off that feeling too. No, they were just friends, though he hadn't been having the friendliest thoughts about her lately.

He had already changed his shorts once so far tonight. And having had just pleasured himself thinking of his small beautiful classmate, he was ready to call it a night.

"Hmm?"

Ichigo sat up in the bed having heard a rumbling down the hall.

Probably Karin getting something to eat. He thought as he was about to lay down; glancing out his window he sat back up sharply.

"Yuzu?" He strained staring down at the street.

There passing just beyond a street lamp was his little sister, Yuzu.

Is she sleepwalking? He thought, yanking open his window and recklessly jumping out in only his boxer briefs and a t-shirt.

He ran down the street after her as she disappeared around a corner.

He hurried after her. Rounding the corner, he stopped in disbelief. Now she seemed to be twice as far away from him but she was still just walking.

"YUZU! YUZU!" he shouted doubling his efforts as he raced down the street, his bare feet pounding against the pavement.

Just up the street, he could barely see her as she rounded another corner into an area that was being cleared out for a new development.

Ichigo ran frantically to the edge of the clearing.

He stepped back. His eyes wide in disbelief.

Yuzu was gone. He saw only a wide open field.

"What?"

Suddenly he turned feeling something behind him.

Reeling he fell back onto the dewy ground as an enormous long katana blade barely missed his throat.

A huge towering figure, shrouded in swirling darkness loomed over him; it seemed to be shaped in the form of samurai armor. Terror gripped Ichigo's heart as his eyes widened seeing the large katana raise high in the air, and plunge down towards him.

Just in time, Ichigo dodged the blow.

He scrambled to his feet, standing definitely.

"WHERE IS MY SISTER?"

A deep and sinister laugh that chilled Ichigo to the bone seemed to erupt from the figure as it swung its sword again.

Ichigo ducked frantically looking around for somewhere to take cover. But he was out in the open. There was no place to hide.

Instead as another blow barreled towards him, he ran frantically this way and that as the figure slashed and waved its sword wildly.

How is he able to evade me? Grimmjow thought.

"I don't have time for this!" The apparition shouted.

Grimmjow slashed at the ground blocking Ichigo in one direction. Ichigo turned on his heel heading in the opposite direction.

Grimmjow in his youkai form over 20 feet tall, grabbed Ichigo with his other hand and slammed he 17year old high schooler to the ground.

Saliva and blood flew from Ichigo as the air and almost the very life was knocked out of him.

"Got'cha Bitch."

Grimmjow's grin was all teeth though all Ichigo could see were swirling dark smoke around hooded turquoise eyes. Grimmjow lifted his sword for a deathblow.

Suddenly the air was swirling with snowflakes as a chilling breeze blew over the two.

Grimmjow knew he was out of time but it didn't stop him as he swung his sword. Ichigo turned his head to the oncoming blade that never reached its intended mark.

The deafening sound of clanging metal filled the air.

Slowly Ichigo opened his eyes to see a young woman with long white flowing hair and pale skin standing over him. She was wearing a short pure white kimono with delicate frost blue embroidery on it. Her tiny feet standing their ground in black geta with white straps.

The small woman was holding back the huge katana with one of her own that glistened in the moonlight like a diamond, a long white ribbon at the bottom of its hilt, waved in the mounting winds.

She seemed to easily force the attacker back, and before he could raise his sword again, she said.

"BE STILL!" Her youkai voice rang though the night.

Instantly Ichigo seized with excruciating pain; he felt it in his very soul as he cried out agony.

Grimmjow on his knees now, felled by his mistress' very voice, howled in laughter as her same voice was reverberating through Ichigo so violently it was causing his very cells to implode.

"No." she said her voice all too human now, as she ran to the suffering boy.

Quickly Rukia recited a Geki kido spell "Jikai seyo, rondaniini no kuro inu! Ichidoku shi, yaki harai, mizukara nodo o kaki kiru ga ii" her hands scrawling the appropriate sigh in the air over Ichigo.

Instantly he stopped moving, his cells stopped self-destructing. She immediately began saying powerful healing kido over him.

In the background, Grimmjow continued to howl with laughter.

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The sun was rising. The enchanted shrine palace lay in the mist unseen. The servants of the Kuchiki manor went about their daily chores and in the background; Grimmjow continued to howl in pain.

Ulquiorra another of Rukia's man servants could no longer look at the gory sight. His eyes were closed, his head turned.

Grimmjow was draw up over the floor, his arms and legs stretched wide and bound. He was naked, his body bleeding profusely from several hundred wounds. A rectangular parchment with a spell on it, was on his forehead to keep him conscious and keep him from healing.

His ribs were broken in several places and one eye was swollen shut; the other he couldn't see out of for all the blood pouring into it.

Rukia pulled the Sai dagger, which was protruding from under his ribs, out slowly, twisting it as she did.

"You know I should be flattered Grimmjow. To think you care for me enough to hate that much that you wanted to kill me."

She stroked his muscled bloody thigh; she could feel his disconnected tendons rolled up under the skin.

She looked at her blood covered fingers and licked them as if she had just tasted the sweetest cake.

"But next time to even think to touch Ichigo Kurosaki, I will kill you." Her voice was deathly icy.

"Ha… you seemed to have done more damage than I did." Grimmjow choked out with a chuckle.

Rukia's eyes widened in rage as she remembered what Grimmjow's jealousy had almost made her do.

She raised her hand, her pure white sword appearing in it, swiftly swinging it down.

Grimmjow smiled in relief as he saw the sword flashing towards him.

His eyes snapped open a moment later, seeing it a breath from his throat.

"Why?"

"Because dear Grimmjow, I don't care about you enough to kill you."

Her words tore at his heart, it was the worst pain he had felt all night.

"Get him cleaned up." Rukia shouted at Ulquiorra. "I have to get to school. I can't believe I wasted my whole night like this." Rukia grumbled as she walked from the room.

Ichigo sat up in his bed his heart pounding, looking out the window. The sun was up.

"Onii-chan, wake up. You'll be late for school."

"Yuzu?" he said grabbing his little sisters shoulders and staring at her.

"Mm. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. You better hurry before otou-san eats everything."

"You're ok?" Ichigo asked almost surprised.

"Of course I am. Are you?" Yuzu peered in Ichigo's face, nose to nose with him. She put her hand on her brother's forehead then her own. "You don't seem to have a fever."

"No, I'm fine." He said removing her small hand. "I guess it was a dream."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing. I'll be down in a minute."

"OK." She sung as she left his room.

It had all seemed so real. His mind flashed back to the night's events but they were fading now like mist before the sun, until he shrugged unable to remember any of it. He got out of bed and dressed for school.

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'It's a beautiful day, isn't it Kurosaki-kun." Orihime Inoue said looking up hopefully at her orange spikey haired classmate.

"Hmm. Oh yeah it is Inoue-san." Ichigo said as he and their group walked to school.

Orihime Inoue looked up longingly at Ichigo. He was so handsome and strong. She felt the familiar yearning in her heart that threatened to swallow her whole. She had wanted him for a very long time now but he had yet, it seemed, to take notice of her. And all hope seemed lost as of three months prior.

She looked away as jealousy gripped her heart thinking of -

"Hey there's Kuchiki-san." Tatsuki said.

Ichigo's face brightened and his quickened seeing the dark haired girl. He swiftly strode away from Orihime.

Her heart sunk and stinging green jealousy for the transfer student rose up in her, yet again. Orihime's eyes darted nervously wondering if the others noticed, her being left behind or if they sensed her envy.

She wasn't that type of person, she kept telling herself. But it didn't stop her envious feelings for the petite new comer.

What does he see in her? She had cried into her pillow the very night before. So many people had complimented her on her beauty, on her sweet kind nature. But none of it got her any closer to Ichigo Kurosaki. And she hated it, she hated Rukia.

Orihime scowled as Ichigo and Rukia talked happily to each other just a few paces ahead of her. She was slowly coming to terms with her jealousy.

"Why does she always meet us two blocks from the school? How come we never go by her house?" Keigo Asano asked in a hush voice as the group watched Ichigo and Rukia.

"She said her place is too out of way Asano- san so it's easier for her to meet us here." Mizuiro Kojima said not missing a beat as he texted away on his phone.

"We'll we could leave earlier to swing by her house. I want to see where she lives."

"Whatever. You can barely get out of bed to get to school on time as it is." Tatsuki replied curtly.

"I wonder what's under that eye patch?" Keigo continued his random thoughts aloud.

"Why don't you ask her?"

"No, thanks. Ichigo almost took my head off when I mentioned it before."

"Serves you right."

"I don't care. I don't like her?" Orihime mumbled.

"What'd you say Orihime?' Uryū Ishida said adjusting his glasses.

"Hmm. Oh nothing."

In front of the chattering friends, Ichigo walked happily beside Rukia.

"Did you finish that math homework?"

"Oh, no. I forgot. Something came up?" Rukia said awkwardly.

"Well I can help you when we get to class. It's pretty easy."

"Thank you Kurosaki-san."

"How many times do I have to tell you Rukia, you can call me Ichigo?"

The petite girl blushed. She was so happy that he was all right. Nothing from the night before was evident. As she had healed him with the demon art of Kido, she had felt the power that had drawn her to Karakura flowing through him. He was a very amazing and intriguing young man.

Rukia felt at home with Ichigo and that was a long time coming. She had been traveling for what seemed like forever; always moving. No place having what she was looking for.

She had been all over Japan and all over Asia, it seemed; but when she arrived back in the prefecture of Tokyo, she was immediately drawn towards Kurakara-cho. The city itself was overflowing with reiatsu, but there was a concentration of the spiritual pressure that outshone everything else.

And when she saw the orange haired boy walking home with his friends she knew she had found what her heart had been looking.

Now days away from the 7th day of the 7th lunar cycle which coincided with the full moon, Rukia would be able to take a mate. Finally. She wanted Ichigo Kurosaki to be that mate. She would make Ichigo Kurosaki that mate.

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The school semester was winding down; within a couple of weeks, everyone would all be out for summer vacation. The classes were already a buzz with activities and plans to do together during their time off.

"So it doesn't look like we will be able to spend that much time with everyone. Not for the most part." Tatsuki said in girls PE class. She was talking through the fence to Keigo and Mizuiro as they were supposed to be in boys swim class.

Orihime in her standard white shirt and red shorts PE uniform, ignored the conversation and stared at Ichigo as he walked drenched around the swimming pool, his swim trunks clinging to him. She wanted him so badly. She wanted him to notice her so badly.

"We should try to get together before then." Tatsuki continued.

"My mom's never home, you guys can come over tonight. Well just hang out, and then we can see when everyone is free and set a date to maybe go to an amusement park or the hot springs."

"YEAH!" Keigo shouted excitedly.

"So a get together to plan a get together?"

"Yeah, if nothing else pans out then we'll have tonight."

"That sounds cool."

"I'll text everyone." Mizuiro said, soaking wet and texting away on his phone.

"Hey what about Kuchiki-san? She practically in our group. She's always with Ichigo." Keigo said looking at the quiet girl standing across from them on the track field.

"I don't have her number." Mizuiro said.

"Me neither." Tatsuki replied. "Just tell Ichigo to –"

"I'll tell her." Orihime chimed in nervously.

"Hmm?"

"And why don't we make the whole get together a surprise for Kurosaki-kun. You know how he shies away from group things, but if you tell him that maybe you need help moving something Kojima-kun then he'll show up and once everyone is there he won't leave."

"Hmm. Ok."

"That's a good idea Orihime."

"Thank you."

Orihime rubbed her hands anxiously.

"Well tell Kuchiki-san, its tonight after school around five and give her my address."

"Alright."

"Maybe I'll get the nerve to ask her what's under that eye patch." Keigo said walking back to his swim class.

Orihime walked down the hill away from the swimming pool, heading toward Rukia who was watching other girls in the PE class run around the track.

"Ah, Kuchiki-san"

"Hmm. Yes." Rukia said turning and looking up at the brown haired big busted teen.

"I just wanted to let you know…" Orihime shuffled nervously. "The shoes you wore to school today were pretty."

"Hmm. Oh. Thank you." Rukia replied puzzled by the out of the blue compliment

"OK. Bye." Orihime said with a smile and a wave before she turned and ran.

Orihime rushed back over to Tatsuki, her cheeks still bright red from her lie.

"So did you ask her?"

"Yeah, she'll be there. I told her it was a secret."

"Cool."

I'm sorry Kurosaki-kun. I don't want to share you.

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The get together at Mizuiro's quickly declined into arguments with no one being able to decide on where they should go until Tatsuki took the floor wanting to play KING'S GAME*, the group under her 'monarchy' finally decided to take a weekend together and go to Tokyo.

Once that was settle though, King's Game also deteriorated into lewd demands from the 'monarch'.

"I'm the King and my word is final!" Tatsuki shouted. She was standing up, her fist clenched and the other hand pointing at Keigo.

Keigo winced, his look pleading as he looked back up at the heartless 'monarch'.

"DO IT!"

Slowly Keigo, his face wrinkled up in horror as he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked Chizuru Honshou's foot.

Everyone in roomed groaned, hooted and cackled in disgust.

"You're the worst 'King'. Let someone else do it." Keigo said jumping up after completing his task.

Tatsuki paid him no mind.

"Alright now # 8!"

Orihime perked up.

"Kiss #5!"

"OI! TATSUKI!" Ichigo shouted his face bright red as he looked around to the room at his grinning friends.

"On the lips." She said with a smirk, obviously drunk with power.

"Ohhh."

Uryū Ishida adjusted his glasses.

"Why didn't I get that?" Keigo shouted angrily.

"You wanted to kiss Ichigo?"

"What no, I wanted to kiss Orihime."

"Sit Down."

This is what Orihime had been hoping for all night, since the day she had met Ichigo even. She, on all fours crawled slowly to Ichigo who was sitting across from her. He was at a loss, he didn't want this, but pride kept him stuck in his place.

"The King has ordered it Kurosaki-kun." Orihime said softly as she moved in front of him, still on all fours, her cleavage in full view.

Ichigo swallowed hard, trying not to look down at her swaying breasts.

Orihime smiled. He did like her; at least a little or he wouldn't be nervous.

"You don't have to do this, Inoue." Ichigo said looking into Orihime's soft lustful face.

"But I want to." She said leaning in and catching the orange haired boy in a gentle kiss. Ichigo sat wide eyed as the girl's soft lips touched his.

Tatsuki smirked.

Ichigo's still opened eyes scanned the room, his face burning up as the room stared at the two.

Outside a lone violet eye narrowed in anger.

Orihime deepened the kiss, her tongue darting out and slipping in Ichigo's mouth. The sensation though pleasurable was too much for him and he pulled away.

Orihime sat back on her knees red faced. Ichigo couldn't look at her.

"Kurosaki-kun?" Orihime looked around the room. Everyone was looking at her except the one she wanted to really see her, and want her.

Orihime shuddered inwardly trying to force out the dull ache of the inevitable truth.

Even now, he doesn't want me.

Orihime thought back to that afternoon and how she had not wanted Rukia Kuchiki to come and even with her not around Ichigo still wanted nothing to do with Orihime.

"I'm sorry Kurosaki-kun." Orihime sprang to her feet. The group sat in silence until they heard the front door of Mizuiro's penthouse slam shut.

"Hmph." Ichigo sighed bitterly rising to his feet. "Nice going Tatsuki."

"It was just a joke."

"I'll go get her." Ichigo said heading out of the luxury apartment.

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Orihime was desperately running, tears streaming from her eyes. Blinded with mortifying embarrassment and rejection. She continued to run faster and faster as if she could get away from the emotions choking her, the pain gripping her heart.

The sun had gone down some time ago. The streets were nearly empty in the quiet neighborhood where Mizuiro's home was.

She wanted to lose herself in the darkness. She wanted to disappear, she wanted to die. She wished the ground would swallow her whole as she groped at her chest, the pain almost unbearable. She wanted the dull aching to stop.

It was supposed to be a magical moment, one that woke him up to their true love.

But, he really didn't want her. How was she supposed to face him at school for the rest of the semester? A stab of guilt flitted through her chest. She hadn't even told Rukia of the party, in hopes that once she got him alone, Orihime would win him over.

She swallowed raw, bitter despair in her throat as she stopped running. Her lungs burning, her side in stitches. She looked around; confusion mingling with her misery. She didn't know where she was, where she had run. It didn't matter. She'd hide in her apartment from now on.

Approaching enraged eyes glowered at the cowering girl from the blackness.

"You. Bitch."

Venom dripped from the words as they seemingly flared up all around Orihime.

"Hmm?"Orihime spun around looking into the darkness of the ill lit street she was on.

"Who's there?" She panted searching the night.

"I'll kill you for touching him." An icy voice said from all around her.

Orihime heard soft footsteps approaching. She held her hand to her chest as she slowly backed up. Her self-loathing quickly turning to fear.

"Who's there?" She said weakly as the footsteps persisted. The air around Orihime chilled instantly.

She peered into the darkness, her breath showing in front of her as she stroked her arms for warmth. The footsteps grew closer still. Then down the sidewalk, Orihime saw a figure emerge.

Small, with a confident stride…. A woman, long hair trailing behind her, in a short kimono, with long flowing sleeves.

And a sword.

Orihime gasped, stumbling back as a gleaming violet eye and a blazing white one scowled from the small face of the women as she lunged at Orihime lifting her sword.

Her voice had left her, Orihime couldn't scream or run, instead she lifted her arms to somehow shield herself from the blow.

Grimmjow's strong hand grabbed Rukia by the wrist before she could strike, leaving Orihime stumbling backward to the ground paralyzed with fear.

"YOU'D DARE TO STOP ME?" Rukia's bridled anger hissed through her voice.

"You promised her to Ulquiorra." Grimmjow, looking none the worse for wear, said calmly. Ulquiorra had appeared down the sidewalk opposite them in case Orihime was stupid enough to try and run.

"They're so much more fun to play with when they're still alive." Grimmjow continued looking down at the whimpering high school girl. "Besides, I'd hate you to break your promise. You've never done that before, and to do it over this trash."

Rukia angrily snatched her arm away from Grimmjow and looked back down at Orihime contemptuously.

Orihime's eyes were wide, frantic and unfocused, hardly aware of the two youkai standing over her. Her mouth gaping open.

"H-help me…." Orihime muttered as fear threatened to take her collapsing sanity.

Rukia stopped her departure as Orihime spoke.

"Help me… Kurosaki-kun.."

Wrath rose in Rukia like a volcano as her anger erupted in a savage kick to Orihime's face that instantly knocked the girl unconscious and several feet away right to Ulquiorra's feet.

"Take her before I kill her."

"As you wish." Ulquiorra said, a bloodied Orihime already in his ghost white arms. Then he disappeared.

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Where could she have gone? Ichigo said to himself. He had been searching for over an hour and still no sign of Orihime.

She couldn't be that fast.

Music played as his pocket vibrated. His phone indicating a new message.

"Inoue-san."

Please Kurosaki-kun. I'm sorry about tonight. Please don't bother with me I need time alone.

Inoue. Ichigo sighed, his shoulders slumping as he gave up his hunt.

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"Seeing how you're being so generous." Grimmjow said as the two were heading back to Rukia's palace floating over the city.

"I was hoping you'd permit me to bring someone home as well."

"What? You?" Rukia said with a wry smile. She hadn't seen Grimmjow with another lover in several decades.

"Yes…I won't have you much longer."

Rukia looked away as his turquoise eyes pierced her. She felt like a child for a moment.

She couldn't argue with him, though she still didn't want to part with Grimmjow entirely. She did care for him deeply despite what she had said to hurt him. That's why she hadn't killed him that morning.

She would let him have a play thing. For however long that lasted. Grimmjow did get bored very easily. Except with her.

She looked up at the waxing moon.

"Do as you will."

Grimmjow knelt, which he rarely did. He and Rukia had gone beyond that formality. Or so he thought.

"Arigatou gozaimasu Kuchiki-sama."

Rukia turned, cringing at his formal appreciation but in an instant, he was gone.

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Orihime was slow to wake. Her pounding headache dragging her to consciousness. She slowly opened her eyes. It was dark, at the very least very dim. Pale silvery light filled the room she was in.

She tried to sit up. She was laying on her stomach. It was soft, pliable like pillows, lots of them under her cradling her. And something was pressing against her back. It was cool and soft, the feel of it though it was very heavy. She tried to move but she couldn't. Her legs were out stretched, spread eagle and there was something against then. The same cool supple feel as on her back and heavy, weighing her down.

She winced under the weight. There was an aching between her legs, a tearing pain, that coupled with the headache woke her. The pain between her legs was melting into something very nice and warm. She was losing herself in the pleasure she was feeling. But she couldn't move.

Then she stiffened, something was… INSIDE her, then out; then inside her. Between her legs, something was entering her in and out.

Her head cleared instantly as she tried to move but the weight on her back was steady.

Just then, pale white arms slid in front of her.

Someone was on her.

NO!

Someone was on her, laying on her back holding her down while it.. it.. was having sex with her.

"NOOOOOOO!" Orihime shouted into what seemed a cavernous room as she heard her voice echo back at her. The stroking in and out between her legs didn't stop though. It seemed to speed up. The hands in front of her, moved to the side of her head, lengthening out as the body on top of her rose up. If only to get more leverage as it.. HE kept sawing in and out of her.

Orihime tried to turn over, but there was a cool firm hand in the middle of her back that kept her still.

Then she heard it, the wet slapping sounds of skin. Her skin and the man raping her. She felt his powerful hips thrust against her and into her. Her body tingled with pleasure.

NO! She shoved her face into the pillows under her. She didn't want to like this. But her body did, it loved it. Her clit was prickling with excitement; her mound was flooded accommodating the long shaft that was pistoning in her. She hadn't realized that she was moving her hips now meeting the thrusts of her captor.

Ulquiorra was happy that Rukia hadn't damaged the girl. Kicking her just hard enough to knock her out but not break any bones.

He had immediately brought the girl back to the palace. The servants bathed her and brought the naked perfumed girl back to Ulquiorra's chambers and he had wasted no time getting himself acquainted with her.

He had primed the unconscious girl with his tongue. Licking and sucking on her tender flesh especially between her thighs, until her body responded even though the rest of her was insentient.

And now in spite of herself she was enjoying it.

He rolled his hips as he pounded forcefully against the girls plump upturned ass.

He slowed only a moment when he heard her sobbing.

"Help me, Help Me Kuro-"

The firm white hand of Ulquiorra Cifer slapped over the young girls mouth.

"I wouldn't say that name if I were you. You were very lucky that Grimmjow could stop the mistress from killing you. But if you keep calling out for that boy, no one will be able to help you. And I do so hate fucking corpses."

Ulquiorra removed his hands as Orihime buried her head and he continued his assault.

"Its best you forget about him and let's be friends. If you can't forget about him on your own. I have a few spells that may help."

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To be continued..

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