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“But it’s true, isn’t it? Don’t lie to me, Ni-sama.” She lowered her face, a shadow falling over her eyes. “I’m not really a Kuchiki. I don’t have a true family. The only reason the elders tolerate me is because of you. I ... sometimes I feel like I don’t belong here at all...” 

She crossed one arm in front of her, fingers clutching her other arm. “Sometimes I feel like I’m just here by accident... I didn’t earn my rank in the beginning. I’m the farthest away from nobility one can be. If it wasn’t for Urahara hiding the Hogyoku inside me, I wouldn’t have even met Ichigo and the others... all of this is just one big accident and honestly sometimes I’m just trying to tread above the water.” 

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been cheated on |  been bullied  |  told a horrible lie |  stolen something of value  |  overdosed on drugs  |  been drunk | cheated  |  bullied someone |  punched someone in the face |  been beaten up |  broken a bone  | been admitted to a hospital |  had a near - death experience / died |  been drugged  |  done drugs  |  smoked | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to  |  bled severely  | killed someone |  had an attempt on your life |  made an attempt on your own life  | lost someone  | loved someone |  gone without food for over three days |  gone without sleep for over three days |  been tortured  | been slapped by a parent or higher up  |  been abused by someone who should have loved/ appreciated/ valued you  | had a panic attack |  been in a car accident  |  had sex  |  had sex with a stranger |  passed out from pain  | cried yourself to sleep |  spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love  |  been used  |  felt used | used someone  | been terrified  |  played a cruel game on someone  | been dominant |  been submissive |  been forced to smile  | felt too many things at once |  laughed when you felt like crying

“YOU WASH THAT FILTH OUT OF YOUR MOUTH THIS SECOND, ANON!” 

The rain come on half way through her patrol. Rukia sighed, refusing to cut her patrol short - souls could be at stake. She took extra care when flash stepping, using the coverings off buildings and shops to shield herself from the water briefly. Her shihakusho was soaked through and her bangs were plastered to her face. “Ichigo’s going to complain if I come in through his window.” She muttered to herself as she approached his house. 

A figure was standing at the entrance, a shadow framed by the light emanating from inside. The rain obscured his face from her violet eyes but Rukia could tell who it was by the way he was casually leaning against the door frame, one leg bent at the knee pushing against it, even if his spiritual pressure wasn’t radiating out in waves towards her.

“What are you doing out here, baka? Did something happen?” Rukia raised an eyebrow in confusion. “or where you just waiting for me?” She teased lightly, nudging him slightly with her elbow.

“Tch, as if I’d wait for you.” Ichigo held out a towel for her, an umbrella in his other hand. “Here, dry off before you catch a cold.” His tone was non-nonchalant but honey brown eyes were soft with concern. 

Rukia took the towel from him, brushing her fingers against his briefly. She noted the soft blush that dusted his cheeks. Hiding the small smile that crossed her lips, she gratefully buried her face in the soft towel, drying her hair as well as she could manage. “Thank you.” She glanced at the umbrella in his other hand. “So what is that for?” 

Ichigo’s blush deepened a shade before he responded. “For this.” He opened the umbrella smoothly, taking Rukia by the arm and gently pulling her to just passed the covering of his front door. The rain fell all around them but they both stayed dry as Ichigo held the umbrella high above them. Rukia’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, “Ichi-” Something warm touched her lips and after a few seconds, Rukia realized he was kissing her. Involuntarily, her eyes closed and she felt herself relax against his touch, her arm moving to the small of his back. 

After a moment, he pulled away, amber eyes searching her face for a response as he continued to hold the umbrella above them. A smile played across her lips, her eyes reflecting in his. “Baka.” She whispered before standing on tip toe to press her lips against his this time. Ichigo smiled against his kiss, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. 

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Had he known she'd be into such wondrous fantasy he'd have perhaps prepared himself better for their rendezvous and yet upon spying her message, he can't help but grin with some degree of playfulness. Were she certain of this? Of all things to have him do were this a top priority? The questions could bother his mind so though he was near certain not to get an answer from her.

Preparing himself before the camera, he darts a finger upon the enter key and bestows a smirk toward the lens. As imagined, his love sits on the other side of it's scope. Smiling an unusual smile, the type to beguile a man. To chew them up and spit them out, though in doing so would be to be betwixt precious lips. A fate he didn't so much mind.

Fingers draw his buckle from it's loop, he relinquishes the zip of his pin-stripe trousers with ease and with a motion and grace unfathomed by most men, he pulls his garments just below his waste though keeps a few inches of them just slight of his groin. Narrow enough to expose a tease of pubic hair but low enough to exacerbate the bulge from beneath. Once more he eyes the camera with a grin, though undeniably embarrassed he thinks of her watching the footage with want in her eyes and it does nothing but get him harder.

His hand perches itself atop his crotch, through his pants he begins a slow motion, caressing gently at his member while teasing himself with the material of his pants. Were she to capture him at his most truest form, it was now. Small but meaningful moans escape parted lips as his movement becomes quicker.