#ichirukimonth

Byakuya stood firmly in the pristine hallway. He regarded Ichigo with a piercing glare; one that a lesser man would've run away from. A small bedroom sat before them. They were in the Kuchiki satellite manor, in a far eastern wing accessible only by boat. Ichigo wasn't sure they were still in the Seireitei.

"You will sleep here during your stay," Byakuya said, and Ichigo felt the weight of the entire Kuchiki dynasty behind every word. His life was in danger.

Ichigo sputtered. "W-wait! Hold on-"

"You will behave honorably and observe proper conduct, as is worthy of our clan," Byakuya said.

"But-" Ichigo's voice rose, then cracked. "Rukia's my wife!"

"That will be all."

In her world she was considered a powerful weapon, a destructor of worlds of sorts. In his world, she acted like a Barbie. In reality, she was nothing but a thief.