248Of Reporters and Rockstars: Chapter 8: To Betray Or Be Betrayed
By
IchigoRukiaforever
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, or any of its characters. They are all the wonderful creations of Tite Kubo!
"I know why the heart the gets lonely; everytime you give your love away & you let somebody in, they might fade away"
-Sheryl Crow-
A/N: Hey everyone, yes, I'm still alive. I'll let ya'll know the story on me at the end as always.
Xxx
Byakuya had always been strict when it came down to two wheeled vehicles and Rukia. He just never deemed it as safe transportation befitting a female. Hell, he never even allowed her to grow past the tricycle stage. Even as an adolescent, he would insist that she ride her bicycle with training wheels attached to it, much to Rukia's vast embarrassment.
He would also make sure he was there himself, or a bodyguard or two at least, were around to make sure she never got hurt from falling down or riding too fast.
When Kaien had come along into the picture, he had secretly taught Rukia how to ride a bicycle properly. There were times when he would go so fast she had to scream at him to had made progress very slowly and had even fallen lots of times, but she got the hang of it in the end.
When Byakuya found out eventually, he was enraged and had even gone as far as to making sure that Rukia and Kaien were never allowed to wander around on their own anymore. Kaien was forgiven by Byakuya of course, but not after a long time of being ignored and constantly frowned upon. He had been so angry with Kaien, for just giving Rukia a real ride on a bicycle.
Rukia didn't even want to imagine Byakuya's face if he saw her now.
She was clutching onto Ichigo like he was her lifeline. In this case, he most probably was. The boy was speeding fast enough to make everything around her a perpetual blur, and he was the only solid thing she could hold on to. She had her head buried in his drenched jacket and her eyes squeezed shut in fear. She was so scared, and Ichigo had his life as well as hers in his hands now as his Harley sped through the lessening rain.
Rukia was too petrified to even scream or open her eyes.
She had finally gathered enough courage to look up, the rain had lessened considerably. It was barely more than a slight drizzle now. She blinked at her surroundings as her hair whipped harshly in the wind.
Now that the sky was clear of the dark and gloomy rainclouds, Rukia could see that the sun had risen fully. She could see the sea on her left, and the lone road Ichigo was riding down had tall coconut trees on either side of it.
Oh God… We made it, Rukia thought weakly.
Ichigo jerked to the side a little to avoid a hole in the road in his way and Rukia squealed, holding him so tight it was miracle he was still breathing. Ichigo gulped as his sides began throbbing.
"Rukia? You alright back there?" Ichigo yelled over his shoulder and she just held him harder in response.
Ichigo glanced at his watch. Shit. There was no doubt Yoruichi and Urahara wouldn't have started a search party by now. The rain had finally stopped so he could go faster, knowing his bruised body is going to pay for it later. He revved up the noisy engine and dove into a higher speed. And he knew Rukia was going to snap his upper body in half he didn't get them home soon. It was getting rather painful. He was really close now, the chalet was just a few seconds away.
Rukia thought she might die, or at least squeeze Ichigo to death, then die.
Rukia screamed into Ichigo's jacket soundlessly, her eyes shut tight in fear, as she coiled her whole body around Ichigo even more. He grunted in slight discomfort as her arms dug even more into his bruised sides.
Rukia didn't even feel the bike come to a halt, or when Ichigo proceeded to get off it.
Ichigo couldn't help but smile at the way Rukia's body seemed to stuck to him like an extra pair of clothing. He had already parked his bike, and Rukia was still coiled around him, her helmet-wearing head buried painfully into the small of his back. Ichigo tried prying Rukia's ironclad hold on his waist off to no avail.
"Oi midget. We're back!" he mumbled softly over his shoulder.
Rukia shakily let those words sink into her head. She slowly lifted her head to see their chalet in front of them, and the beautiful beach once again. It was clear of all the bodyguards that usually surrounded the area, and they could only guess that they were sent to go looking for them.
Rukia let go off him immediately, and Ichigo began rubbing his sore sides as she jumped off the motorcycle at once, practically kissing the soggy, hardened sand.
Ichigo scoffed, now she was going just a little bit too far. He had even shown her half of what his baby could do. She hadn't seen nothing yet.
When she finally straightened up, holding on to him for support, she unbuckled his helmet and threw it back at him spitefully.
He caught it, glaring at her as she collapsed into her butt on the ground, her legs still shaky.
Then an idea struck Ichigo, and he grabbed Rukia of the ground in one swift motion and carried her easily under one arm.
"Ichigo! What the hell-"
"Shh… Rukia! Trust me on this. We can sneak into the chalet and pretend we were in the Jacuzzi the whole time," Ichigo murmured as he opened the chalet door with his free hand.
He froze as she opened the door to find a very scary looking Yoruichi sitting on the couch, Urahara right next to her mirroring her dark expression. Rukia was just numb in Ichigo's hold, and stopped trying to wriggle out of it. Instead she was just hanging limply from his side now.
Oh shit…
"Where have you two been? Yoruichi asked in a voice of deadly strained calm.
Ichigo paused to let Rukia down to her own feet when he felt her struggle against him stop. He ran his fingers through his half-dried hair nervously, and tried to think of an excuse.
"We were… swimming. In the sea. Yeah!" Ichigo said quickly.
"Swimming?"
"Y-yes! Why else would we be this wet?"
"You went swimming, fully dressed?"
"Err… NO! Course not. We just uh-
"It's Okay, Ichigo. I'll tell them the truth," Rukia said slowly, twisting her drenched t-shirt.
Ichigo looked down at her hard. This would only have Urahara constrict her movements even more, and trust level to drop considerably.
"Fine, I will," Ichigo said stepping in and startling Rukia.
"We went for a test drive on my motorbike, got a little lost, it started raining, then we found our way home," Ichigo stated bravely.
Rukia blinked up at him in disbelief. Was Ichigo… covering for her?
Ichigo sighed as he watched Yoruichi open her mouth, looking nothing short of a scolding mother.
Ready, set, go.
Xxx
After what seemed like the longest lecture Ichigo had ever heard, Yoruichi and Urahara had left to inform the search groups that the two were indeed found. He had no idea what Yoruichi was babbling about as he had tuned out the minute she had said "Ichigo, do you know how handsome you look, just standing there and looking so gorgeously bored. That yawn must be turning Rukia on…"
Okay.
Maybe she didn't say that but Ichigo went with it anyway.
He pivoted, looking for said person and found his eyes falling on Rukia retreating back. His eyes solidly slid down to her tiny waist. Then lower.
Damn, those jeans are sinfully tight, Ichigo mused lightly as she sauntered out of the living room.
Rukia almost wanted to collapse with relief as she wandered into their bedroom wearily. She smiled, thinking of how Ichigo had come into her rescue.
Not once, but twice…
She was so confused about how she felt about him now. She could feel the familiar fluttering in her chest everytime she thought of his crookedly perfect smile. How the way he surveyed her through those dark gold irises made her hot all over. Even the littlest things, like the way he would run his fingers through his spiky hair, or even fold his arms behind his head made her heart jolt in a way in hadn't in a long, long time.
She froze immediately. Oh no… Oh no, no, NO, Rukia! Don't even go there. You're not comparing Ichigo to… to Kaien, are you?
Well of course not. Ichigo was Ichigo and Kaien was Kaien. Despite their disturbing resemblance, Rukia saw all the difference.
Kaien never made such desire pool into the centre of her being with one calculating sweep of his eyes.
Rukia slapped herself mentally. That was not the conclusion she was supposed to make.
Ah, screw common sense. When it came to Ichigo, common sense ceased to exist anyway.
"You owe me a back massage, midget" Ichigo came to lean against the door frame as he regarded her through amused caramel eyes, his cocky voice breaking through her train of thought as she started.
He smirked at her playfully, half expecting her to send him a glare of utter disgust as her violet eyes met his.
What he saw shocked him out of his wits.
Rukia blinked her bright violet eyes up at him; her soft lips curling into a pretty smile that made Ichigo's heart beat considerably faster. She pushed her dark hair out of her eyes and grinned fully, her gaze now travelling up and down his toned body that flexed responsively beneath his weather dampened clothes. His breathing hitched when her slender hands torturously held onto the hem of her t-shirt and began peeling it off her body.
Slowly.
Her glowing skin made him hot all over as she stood there, in figure hugging jeans and a lacy red bra, smiling vixenishly as she tossed her unwanted t-shirt into his face.
Ichigo groaned as the scent of it filled his nose. It smelt of Rukia and fresh rain. But right now, it deemed an unwanted problem as it was obscuring his vision of her edible body. He shuddered at the raw word he used to describe her, but he couldn't help it. That's just how he felt everytime he saw her.
Like he wanted to eat her alive.
He finally let go of the t-shirt he was unintentionally pressing to his nose, in favour of getting her scent out of it and looked over at her. She was biting her already swollen lips and looking him up and down. Ichigo smirked; he was turning her on without even trying. Am I good or am I good? She swayed her hip to one side suggestively and Ichigo let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Why was she standing so far away?
"How bout' we wash off first, then I give you that…" her eyes flickered evilly as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger, "Massage?" Rukia breathed out, unbuttoning and sliding her jeans off easily, giving him a lovely view of the toned, white legs she usually had wrapped firmly around him in their lovemaking sessions.
He walked over to her, like a jungle cat rounding up its prey. He walked over until he was looming over her. When he suddenly pulled her close and began licking the shell of her ear slowly, Rukia exhaled sharply. She fisted her fingers involuntarily into the front of his leather jacket.
"How bout we get dirty first… real, real dirty?" he breathed huskily into her ear. Rukia merely answered his question by ripping his jacket of his shoulders, and then proceeding to peel his t-shirt of his body.
"Impatient are we, darling?" Ichigo mused as she ran her fingers down his exposed abs to his belt buckle.
Rukia moved forward and sucked his nipple into her mouth, causing Ichigo to shudder and his eyelids to flutter until they were almost shut. She raked her teeth across it before attacking his other one, as his jeans slid down his lean, sinewy legs.
She then broke away from his nipple with a loud plop, feeling the need to kiss him as her hands went to his neck. Ichigo met her halfway, their tongues battling sensually as he curled his arms around her and pulled her flush against him. They moaned as their bodies melded together, skin to skin. Ichigo suckled on her tongue and Rukia felt her underwear dampen even more. Rukia grappled for his hair, angling her head and fighting ferociously with his larger tongue. Then she heard it, her heart thumping victoriously, as a low groan came from the back of his throat.
When the need for oxygen became far too great to ignore, they pulled away panting. Ichigo's eyes were glazed over with desire, the bright gold flecks in his irises visible as he rested his forehead against hers.
He pulled her hand over to the left side of his rising and falling chest, and pressed it down. Rukia gasped, feeling the rapid pulse against her soft palm, as Ichigo smiled weakly down at her.
"See what you do to me, Rukia?" he stated hotly, bending down to suckle on her neck.
Rukia moaned, surrendering as he she felt him push her down onto the bed, his larger form crawling over hers. His large calloused palms mapped their way down her body until he was met with cloth. Restrictive cloth.
"Rukia, why the hell are you still wearing pants?" Ichigo growled irritably, unbuckling her jeans as she wriggled against him. She lifted herself to accommodate him in removing the unwanted item. "Good.. question," Rukia panted out as he squeezed her breast.
The sound of the front door to the chalet bursting open startled them both.
Renji Abarai had received a very flustered phone conversation from his least favourite customer. He was never too fond of Gin Ichimaru. He rolled his eyes as he got out of his black four wheeled drive, slamming the door behind him. All he could extract from the conversation was the overuse of the word bitch and some sort of fund for Ichigo.
Damn, Ichigo, it had been some time.
Renji hadn't seen him since two Christmases ago. He'd heard the most ridiculous rumours circling about Ichigo ever since he made it big.
Ichigo had moved to Alaska.
Ichigo had interrupted Kanye West's speech at the Grammys.
Ichigo had gotten a tattoo of Princess Diana on his chest.
Those were a few of the most absurd, but by far the weirdest he had heard was that Ichigo Kurosaki was dating Rukia Kuchiki.
The Rukia Kuchiki.
Renji blushed at the thought of his pretty little crush. Petite, demure and so poised, she carried herself to be every inch the beauty she was.
Renji had been very taken by her ever since she appeared on TV a year and half ago, when he and Ichigo had been watching the big game together; their tradition. He remembered nudging Ichigo when the camera had closed in her beautiful face as they were watching TV. Well he was watching TV, Ichigo was scribbling away at his sacred notebook. He never let Renji even smell it, let alone touch it. It was what he used to write his songs in apparently. Renji remembered it so clear, the first time he saw her like it had happened yesterday. Since that incident, Renji had been religiously stalking her on TV and via internet.
Renji was flipping through channels, since Ichigo was being anti-social and dating his notebook. It had stopped at MTV when he dropped the remote on his own toe.
Cursing, he bent over to fetch the remote.
"And now folks, look who just walked in the red carpet at the MTV Golden Awards looking stunning as usual," he heard the perky blonde reporter announce.
Renji yawned about to change the channel again, but stopped short when the TV had closed in what he was sure was an angel. There was a resounding crash as he dropped the remote again.
"You've just started out with your debut album and already been nominated for 3 Grammys. How d'you feel, honey?" the blonde reporter grinned.
"Renji! Quit dropping the remote, damn it!" Ichigo ground out from next to him, his eyes not leaving the book. "What is-"
"SHHHH!" Renji shushed Ichigo, waving a hand dismissively.
He then turned the volume up and focused on the sexy, low voice of the dark-haired star on screen as she began speaking into the microphone. Ichigo had yet to tear his eyes from his notebook.
"-all so surreal. I never expected it! Really, the thought of a grammy is just overwhelming, I must say-"
"Renji, can you pass me the-"
"SHUT IT FOR A MINUTE WILL YA?"
Ichigo finally dragged his eyes to the screen to see what had Renji's undivided attention.
"-oh? Okay, sure thing. This is Rukia Kuchiki and you're watching MTV," the confident brunette smiled at the camera, her violet-blue eyes glittering. She smiled brightly her porcelain skin dimpling pleasantly at her cheeks; then she handed the mike back to the reporter.
Ichigo felt like her eyes could see through his soul. As she shook the reporter's hand, trailing further down the carpet, he watched as her glossy dark hair cascaded down her back; a striking contrast to her pale-white skin.
"Hot damn," Renji breathed, voicing his thoughts as he stared dreamily at the screen until Rukia Kuchiki was nowhere in sight.
Ichigo laughed as he spotted Renji's face.
"Careful dude, I just had the carpet dry cleaned. Don't want your drool on it," Ichigo mused playfully.
"Ichigo, did you see her?" Renji asked dreamily.
"That Rukia chick? I've met her," Ichigo joked.
Renji turned so fast his neck snapped. Ichigo lifted his eyebrows at his friend's determined face.
"Really? Where? At the studio? An award show?" he was desperate to know.
Ichigo laughed, closing his notebook.
"Renji, I was just pulling your leg. I haven't met her… yet." Ichigo said screwing the cap back on his pen.
Renji smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, it's no surprise if you do. You guys are both American-Japanese stars. You'll definitely meet her work-wise,"
"Hmm? Yeah, I suppose it's possible," Ichigo said dragging a hand through his wild orange hair, missing the look of longing in Renji's dark eyes.
He noted that Renji had finished the popcorn, and the big game was about to start. He grabbed the empty bowl and hopped off the couch to get a refill from the kitchen.
"Ichigo?" Renji called suddenly, making him stop in his tracks.
"Yeah?"
"You'll let me know if you ever meet her right? I mean… like tell me," Renji looked up at him from the sofa, his face serious.
Ichigo grinned. "Course' man. I'd even give you a nice big intro. How's that? Just as long as you don't scare her off with that red pineapple on your head…" Ichigo chuckled.
Renji didn't even glare at Ichigo for the insult thrown at his hair. He seemed genuinely happy.
"An intro huh?" he said softly.
Ichigo turned around fully; his dark eyebrows in a knot.
"Renji, what's with the dopey look? You look like you're on something,"
Renji laughed loudly.
"I don't know. You know I don't believe in love at first sight and all that jazz, but-"
"WHOA, LOVE? LOVE? What's the matter with you, man? You just saw the woman on TV!" Ichigo exclaimed, putting the empty bowl on the counter and searching around for the rest of the popcorn stash.
"I'm aware of that, but she's different," Renji snapped shortly.
"Oh, you mean like how Penelope Cruz was the real deal and Angelina Jolie was heaven-sent," Ichigo waved his free hand as he refilled the bowl with his other.
Renji coloured visibly. "Oh shut up. Trust me when I say this is not the same,"
Renji hadn't noticed Ichigo tense a little at his words as he walked back over to the couch.
"Sure it isn't," Ichigo muttered.
"It's not the same," Renji repeated, a little louder this time.
Ichigo shrugged as he held the popcorn far away from Renji, who would inhale the bowl in two seconds.
"Whatever you say man,"
Renji jerked out of his reverie when he reached the door to the chalet Ichigo was staying in. That's where the security guards had pointed him to, at least.
Man, he had loads to catch up with Ichigo on. He wanted the real scoop on the whole Rukia thing, who had started the rumour and how it had come about.
He then remembered he was here for work purposes, courtesy of Gin. He frowned, only hesitating for a second before he tried turning the chalet door.
It turned fully with no resistance.
The door wasn't locked, so Renji pulled open the door.
Xxxx
"Soi, are there any pharmacies nearby?" Hisana Kuchiki asked her friend as they kneaded the gingerbread cookie dough side by side.
Soi Fon immediately went into panic mode, as she stopped kneading at once.
"Why? Are you well? Is the baby kicking? You're not-"
Hisana smacked the dough down on the spread sheet and grabbed the roller savagely, all the while making Soi Fon wince.
"Will you relax, Soi Fon? I've run out of vitamins, is all," she said curtly.
Hisana's pregnancy mood swings and cravings were scaring Soi Fon. She kept forgetting it was normal during this period of time for Hisana to be acting this way.
That would explain the sudden craving for gingerbread men at 10.00 pm.
Soi Fon watched as Hisana's tiny little hands began carefully pressing the cookie cutter into the spread out dough.
The word "tiny" echoed through Soi Fon's mind as she travelled over Hisana's petite form.
She looked so small and delicate in her yellow nightgown, the large flowery apron only barely concealing the evident roundness of Hisana's pregnant belly.
She looked so tiny, and yet there was something growing inside her. Soi Fon marveled over this until Hisana's voice broke through her thoughts.
"Stop staring at my stomach and pass me the strawberry flavouring, Soi," Hisana said lightly, a smile on her face as she instinctively ran her hands over her stomach.
The look of a proud mother shone on her face.
Soi Fon's reverie jerked as she processed Hisana's words.
"Strawberry flavoured gingerbread men?" Soi Fon's face twisted at the thought.
Hisana's face snapped up.
"Why not?" she huffed, waving the roller at Soi Fon.
Soi Fon immediately passed her the bottle, not wanting to tamper with her flighty mood swings.
"Thank you, Soi. A penny for your thoughts?" Hisana smiled, as she took the bottle from her.
Soi Fon's smile faded as she remembered.
"Hisana, when are you going to tell Byakuya? You're already almost seven months down the road. You can't keep up the disguise up when you go back, you know. There's only so much you can hide," Soi Fon reminded gently but firmly.
Hisana said nothing as she put one tray of neatly cut out gingerbread men into the oven. Soi Fon's hands clenched into fists as she decided it was way overdue to take matters into her own hands.
Hisana closed the oven door slowly, checking the temperature, then turned around just in time to see Soi Fon march off towards the living room.
Hisana began wiping her hands on her apron; puzzled.
That's when Soi Fon returned, her black cordless house phone in hand.
Hisana's eyebrows lifted in surprise as her mouth fell slightly agape in realization.
"No more delaying, Hisana Kuchiki. Call Byakuya now, or I will,"
Xxx
"Kisuke?" Yoruichi called waking into his room through the door of the adjoined chalets, as Urahara was lazily flipping through the channels on the TV.
He sat up straight, his curious green eyes trained on her as he noted the urgency in her tone.
"What's up? Did they run off again?" he asked worriedly, swinging his legs of the edge of the bed.
Yoruichi shook her head, and he calmed down sitting Indian style instead.
"No? Then what's bothering you?" he asked slowly, staring at the pretty woman before him.
She sighed, her gold eyes downcast. When she finally met his, she looked so serious Urahara was slightly unnerved.
"Can you keep a secret?" she whispered urgently.
"Mmhmm…"
"Promise?"
"You have my word,"
"Pinky swear?"
"Don't copy my lines! For God's sake Yoruichi what's biting your butt?"
","
"I don't believe I'm fluent in Swahili,"
Yoruichi took a deep breath.
"Kisuke, I…"
"You like me? That's alright, I like you too," he grinned.
Yoruichi smirked at this uncovered information.
"Really, Sherlock? That wasn't the confession I was about to make,"
Urahara coloured visibly, fanning himself.
"Why yes of course you weren't, I was joking"
Yoruichi smiled slowly. Liar, liar, pants on fire.
"Stop smiling like that and tell me already. You're creeping me out,"
That's when Yoruichi hurled a shoe at him, which he barely missed.
"OK Fine. Here goes, I made a trust fund for Ichigo, without telling Gin," she said nervously.
It took about four full seconds for Urahara to process this information, his mouth forming an "O" softly. Then he recomposed himself, failing to see the threat here.
"So?" he asked.
"SO? DO YOU KNOW GIN ICHIMARU AND MONEY? Oh yeah, of course you don't,"
"Gin's entitled to know about this?"
"Well, not exactly-"
"Does it state anywhere in any law contract that you have to inform him of any sub-funds created for his record label?
"Not in contextual form, but-"
"Then why on earth are you worried?"
Yoruichi shook her head. Urahara didn't know Gin like she did. Anything involving money interested him. He would not rest until he got his hands on it. She could smell trouble up ahead.
Xxxx
Gin Ichimaru sneezed loudly.
"Someone must be thinking of you, sir," Kira suggested mildly.
Gin smiled his sickly grin from year to year.
"I think I know who it is, trust me," he said slyly.
Kira knew better than to ever trust his boss on anything, but would rather suffer in silence than share this bit of information.
"After all, if Detective Abarai fails, we still have that little gypsy girl," Gin reassured Kira.
Kira scratched his head nervously as he remembered something.
"About her, sir, she doesn't seem to want any money in repayment. She just keeps demanding for Ichigo Kurosaki," Kira said bitterly, his fingers faithfully clenching around his IchiRuki badge hidden in his pants pocket.
Gin narrowed his eyes.
"Well she can't have him. I don't need any distractions for the boy. He just needs to keep making music so I can keep making money," Gin said dismissively.
"B-but Sir, she insists that if you want her help to break him and Rukia Kuchiki up, you're going to have to let her work her charm on him," Kira said, disgustedly dragging out the words.
"Tell her that she better have done something before the next time I see her. Ever since that accidental rain she thinks she created, she's been so sure she's of a supernatural breed. That delusional child!"
"S-Sir, if I may say so. I don't think she's trustworthy, it seems like she's acting on impulse due to her massive crush on Kurosaki," Kira said at once.
"He's a good-looking boy, this kind of behavior is understandable, but tell Senna Miruko that if she hasn't broke them up in six days time, she's fired,"
"I don't understand sir, why break them up?"
Gin laughed so mirthlessly a shiver ran down Kira's spine.
"Oh naive little Kira, how you tickle me so. You see, if Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki break up, the fanatics of this pairing will dissolve. No money input from the merchandise, and Yoruichi can kiss that trust fund goodbye," Gin explained simply.
Kira's mouth dropped open, Gin really was evil. Kira's hands were shaking and his face was white but he looked straight into Gin's slitty eyes.
"I can't let you do that, sir,"
Gin looked amused at this little outburst.
"What nonsense, of you course you will. You, work for me, remember," Gin's anger built with every word.
"Not anymore," Kira began packing up his things.
Gin's eyes bulged. "What?"
"You heard me, sir, I quit ," Kira said confidently, eventhough his knees were slightly wobbly. In spite of that he was feeling a lot better than he had in years. The look on Gin's face was priceless.
"Before I go, sir," his lips curled at the word, "I want you to have this,"
With that he dug the badge out of his pocket and dropped it on his old work desk.
The words I Support IchiRuki shone back into Gin's outraged face, Ichigo and Rukia smiling up at him from the badge.
Kira heard Gin's scream of frustration all the way from the lobby even when the elevator doors closed.
Xxx
A/N: Guten Tag! :)
Okay, okay, yes, I know, it's been forever. Believe me when I say I'm super sorry.
It had just been a long three grueling months that I was too numb to do anything, let alone write. To say it honestly, I had a major guy issue. My heart was broken beyond repair and I was basically a sleep-walking zombie for three months. I've also just started college, a whole new chapter in my life, so it took a while to settle down there as well.
I WAS A WRECK.
I just basically spent most of the night time (which I usually use to write) sobbing into my pillow listening to Taylor Swift and Tokio Hotel. Actually, I was doing that almost all of the time. It was quite a pathetic condition to be in, but I couldn't help it I guess.
I'm so sorry I kept you guys so long, and I know there is absolutely no excuse, but don't worry. I've healed pretty well and am getting back into the flow of things, pretty much. So don't worry, I'm not going anywhere this time. Your next chapter will come as soon as possible.
Hope you people find it in your heart to forgive me though.
It's 2.09 a.m and my throat is sore and my fever is reaching new levels but as I'm typing this, I cannot feel any less ecstatic that I've finally got back into writing. I've missed it so terribly.
So, to he-who-must-not-be-named, A BIG FAT SCREW YOUUUU.
Man, I wish I could say that and mean it!
Okay, I shall stop boring you guys with my emoness. Hey, if you want anyone to blame, please, I beg you, BLAME HIM.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter. A lot more IchiRuki goodness to come, I have loads of plans coming up. Heehee.
Let me know what you think, my lovely loyal readers,
I wish so I could personally thank each and every one of you.
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Auf Wiedersehen - IchigoRukiaforever