10It's kinda rewritten since I fixed this up and edited and added a few things.
Anyways, it's officially a two shot because I apparently don't know how to continue it without it losing it's integrity. *cough*jello*cough*
:3
R&R!
It's late at night, in the quiet tucked away streets of Kyoto Japan has a dark secret hidden within the façade of an upscale late night lounge for those who have money and wants to squander their time off. But closed doors is a grim scene where screams and pleas were never heeded to. It's where the owner of the Banshū (late autumn) lounge turns the other cheek to avoid the same fate as those who begged and plead to be set free from the excruciating pain only to be laughed at by the "Orange Haired Devil."
Ichigo Kurosaki is his name. His infamous orange hair earned him the nick-name, "The Orange Haired Devil" mainly because anyone connecting strawberry to his name will never live to tell about it. But those who know better dare not to call him "The Orange Haired Devil" it's the rival Yakuza crews that refer to him as such. His unethic-brutal way of doing things makes anyone wish they never angered him.
If you don't cross him, he won't cross you.
But, often times, where there is nothing for him to do, he enjoys kicking back in the Banshū lounge relaxing by drinking and listening to music. Though this night is a little different.
A new face has entered the scene. A small petite woman in her nicely fitted silky mid-thigh high, black strap-less dress. Her hair was neatly pinned up with blue sapphire pins as she left a few stray strands of hair loose. She was new to this new scenery and knew nothing about the dark history that takes place in the Banshū lounge.
From a hotel lounge singer to a small upscale lounge, Rukia remains oblivious to the quiet screams behind closed doors since she was born into a very "modest family" in a very homely town who knew nothing about the big cities in Japan other than they are a very rambunctious.
The smokey alcohol tainted lounge quiets down once Rukia walks onto the stage waiting for the spot to shine upon her flawless milky smooth skin.
Click.
The feeling of the bright light shinning upon Rukia's milky smooth skin earned her obnoxious drunken whistles and cheers. Rukia presses her red lush lips together and opens her mouth...
You ask me how deep my love for you is,
How much I really love you
My affection is real.
My love is real.
The moon represents my heart...
-x-
Shrill screams and sobs were muffled behind the closed off room that's tucked away in the dark crevices of the Banshū lounge. It was a rival yakuza who stood his ground, determined to never break the confidentially he promised to keep. It's his loyalty for a rival Yakuza gang that's going to be his demise if he doesn't speak up soon.
"Now." A red-haired man sighed, "I'm not in the mood to put up with this shit with anyone, so, if you tell US what you were doing hanging out around our headquarters yesterday, we'll casterate you and let you go..."
The battered and tattered man laid on the ground, coughing out blood on the already blood stained floor littered with dirt and filth that was tracked in by dirty shoes. He was in no condition to demand anything...
-x-
Her soft violet eyes remained closed as she delves herself into the sound of music being played and she sings from her heart. Her hips slowly sway left and right as she lightly clasped the microphone.
She's in her element where nothing mattered.
She's in her place where cherry blossoms float all around her in it's warm embrace.
The sensual look on Rukia's face has caught the attention of the men that once laughed and clamoured with joy, remained silent. Their minds were focusing on her as jaws dropped and eyes widen. The Banshū lounge has never seen a live singer on stage so this is a first for everyone and it's certainly a first for Ichigo whose interest "peaked" once he caught a glimpse of her violet eyes before she delved herself into the sound of music.
Her voice, her silky smooth voice, for one, was something Ichigo would never forget as he took a long swig of his cognac on the rocks. But the moment Rukia opened her eyes he looked at her, a spark was felt.
A slight giggle was heard in Rukia's silky smooth voice as she continued to sing, not knowing she was flirting with danger. Though, Ichigo-Ichigo's interest in the new Banshū lounge singer "peaked". Maybe she might be up for a nice cup of "Coffee" after her gig for the night is finished?
You ask me how deep my love for you is,
How much I really love you
My affection does not waver,My love will not change.
The moon represents my heart.
-x-
"Listen you little punk!" The red haired man growled in anger, "Just tell me why and I'll just castrate you like the little bitch you-"
The battered man bursts out in laughter as blood trickles from the corner of his mouth, "Tell you why?! Pft! I spit upon you dogs of the devil!"
"Dogs of the devil?" The red haired man growled as he tightens the clutches of his hand on a gun. He was ready to plug a bullet into the rival yakuza's skull, but he coudn't. Not when he has information that could be used...
Tsk.
All in the name of being a Yakuza...
-x-
Rukia knew Ichigo was watching her ever since she made eye contact with him and being the entertainer she is, she makes a daring move by walking off the stage, still singing, she sways herself closer to Ichigo. Playing the part as the sensual lounge singer she was taught to be. flirtatious, but not too sleazy...
No one in the room makes a sound of hostility once they realized who Rukia was heading towards. They knew not to object since they saw the pleased look on Ichigo's face. They knew if they were to ruin the moment there would be hell to pay.
She is now in front of Ichigo, spot light still focusing on her, she slowly bends her knees as she slowly leans in closer towards Ichigo who stopped his men from getting any closer than they are. Ichigo was interested in seeing how Rukia plans to play this one out.
She smelled the scent of Cognac all around Ichigo, as her left hand rested between the space of his legs, she felt the heat radiating like she expected. She was playing the role as an entertainer pretty good-well a little too good since there was a quick sly glint in Ichigo's eyes. She leaned in closer as the music continued to play and she was now facing Ichigo. Her milky smooth skin glistens under the spot light as her violet eyes gleamed and her soft voice sings to him, "Just one soft kiss..."
"...is enough to move my heart." Rukia breathlessly finishes, satisfied with her performance as she slowly recoils away only to have Ichigo grab her by her wrist.
"Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?"
The spot light that highlighted Rukia was still on her, waiting on her to finish her act for the night and being the performer she is, she slowly peels Ichigo's calloused hands off with her smooth slender ones.
Shaking her head as she places her hand upon Ichigo's cheek, caressing it. "Would you like to dance? I can sing while I dance.."
The men in the room held their breath. They all quietly watched her, longing to be in Ichigo's place.
With a quiet chuckle, Ichigo's calloused hands held onto Rukia's silky smooth hand. "I don't dance."
Giggles ensue once Rukia grabs Ichigo's hand, "It's fine, you could always follow my lead..."
-x-
The light flickered as the red haired man stared at the battered and tattered man.
Tensions were running high and this man wasn't going make it easy for the red haired man. But he knew if he didn't say anything soon he would only prolong the torture before his untimely death. He knew he his body would be mutilated beyond recognition to the point where no one could be able to identify the body.
But then again, if he survives the torture the red haired man inflicted, how would he face the shame he has casted upon the Yakuza crew he once represented?
Well, one thing was sure, if he returned back to his crew, he would be killed on the spot. Once you tell anyone about the secrets and plans of any Yakuza crew, you marked your body bag.
There is no escaping the Yakuza life because no one will hire him nor will anyone try to be friends with him.
He is forever tattooed and marked as a Yakuza. All he can do now is wait for death.
-x-
The lust that's hovering above Ichigo and Rukia was felt throughout the room. It was now futile for the men in the Banshū Lounge to have a chance with Rukia now that Ichigo has Rukia in his arms.
Quick foot steps headed towards Ichigo with an urgent voice that seemed disoriented but Rukia could make out what he was trying to tell Ichigo.
All Rukia heard was, "Oyabun sama... "he" won't speak and Wakagashira sama is getting really impatient.. What should we do?"
"Cut him off."
-x-
"Wakagashira sama!" A voice breathlessly blurted, "Oyabun sama said to 'Cut him off'
A smile crept onto the red haired man once he faces the bloody mess he created. There was no going back once the red haired man finishes his final blow. But, since he was feeling a little generous, the red haired man gave one final chance for the bloody Yakuza rival to speak up before he delivers the final blow.
But instead of speaking up and telling them why he was there, the bloody man laughs at the red haired man and told him, "No dog of the devil will ever get anything from me!" His last words before the red haired man busted his brains open.
"Clean this mess up.."
-x-
Rukia's violet eyes widen the moment she heard Oyabun sama. It's the exact tittle men in upscale men in suits call Byakuya when they come over to his place in the homely country side... Could this possibly mean Ichigo is a rival "company" working against Byakuya? Or could this just be Rukia over thinking things?
Though, one thing was for sure, Rukia wasn't going to telling Ichigo about Byakuya..
So, not wanting to risk anything, Rukia slowly recoils away, slightly smiling, "I'll take you up for that nice cup of coffee tomorrow... But for now, follow my lead..."
Ichigo deadpanned. A cup of coffee? Did Rukia not get the reference or was she using it as an excuse to get out of this little dilemma?
He then looked at her and saw nothing but a pair of sincere violet eyes looking at him. He can't look at that innocent face in the morning when all he will do is get someone to drive her back home and never think of her again-No. Rukia isn't that type of girl that could be thrown to the curb... She's-well, she's different.
With a sly grin, Ichigo takes Rukia's hand and plants a firm kiss as he mumbles, "I didn't get your name..."
Her eyes beamed. "Rukia Kuchiki."
His face drew a blank.
Kuchiki? THEE Kuchiki that literally demolished all Yakuza clans in Kyoto and continues destroying new ones from developing? The Kuchiki that wants his body in a body bag?
Well, shit.
Ichigo is going to have a hard time winning Rukia over.
"Come," Rukia gently grabs Ichigo's hand as she tugs at him, "Just follow my lead and you'll do fine.."
Letting out a playful soft sigh, Ichigo slowly gets up and follows Rukia's lead as she leads him to the small dance floor.
The spot light that once highlighted only Rukia now highlights the pair as she loops her arm around his neck, whispering to him, "Just follow my lead and you'll do fine..."
-x-
"LET ME IN! LET ME IN! I KNOW THAT BASTARD IS IN THERE!"
Senna.
Ichigo's ex-girlfriend that doesn't seem to understand the concept of "breaking up."
After many ignored calls and ignored emails from her, he figured she'd finally understand. After all, the break-up dinner between Ichigo and Senna was pretty clear once Ichigo told her it was over- Senna?
Senna threw her cellphone at him and called him a stupid fool.
And now?
Senna's large amber eyes seethed with anger. Ichigo was suppose to have dinner with her at an up scale restaurant an hour ago. How can Ichigo just forget about that? Even when Senna left more than five voice messages apologizing on his cellphone? She even wore his favorite outfit he bought for her! What the hell is wrong with him?
Well, for one, Ichigo doesn't give a damn.
"No." A gruff voice simply replied, "We were told by Oyabun sama not to let women like you in."
Senna's eyes twitched. "Women like me?"
-x-
Intoxicated deep into the night
With your warm breath on me
My mind is a shamble
Unsure and timid
The scent of Cognac and Cherry blossoms that surrounded both Rukia and Ichigo drew the allure of lust that tainted the Banshū lounge.
With his hands slicked around her waist and her arms looped around his neck- Rukia sure wasn't going to make it easy for Ichigo to hold back.
Her eyes closed, hips slowly swayed left and right, letting go all distractions and delving herself in music's tender warm embrace. Ichigo took advantage of this and took charge as he pulled her closer to him, breathing against her neck, "How am I doing for a beginner?"
A smile was felt upon his shoulder once Rukia rested her head there, letting out a gentle chuckle. "You lied to me~"
"Eh?" A slight mischievous crept upon Ichigo's mouth. "What do you mean I lied to you?"
"You said you didn't know how to danahhhaaaa..." Rukia melted In Ichigo's embrace once he sent warm soft kisses along her neck. The sexual tension between them was felt throughout the room till the point where paying customers knew better than to linger in the Banshū Lounge.
Slowly, the occupancy of the Banshū Lounge dwindled down to the point where the owner himself closed up early for Ichigo's preference.
It's now just Ichigo and Rukia. Spot light still focusing on them and only them. She knew where Ichigo wanted this to lead to. She just won't let lead to there, but, instead, she lightly kisses him on the cheek and sweetly whispers to him, "It seems like the Banshū lounge closed for the night..."
Her warmth against him felt so tempting and inviting- he wants to take her right there and-
"Oyabun sama!" An urgent breathless voice came bumbling towards an agitated Ichigo. "She's outside..."
His arousal has been killed as the sound of his screeching ex comes storming in. This is a normal confrontation he typically has with Senna. She yells at him, he calmly replies, she yells at him some more, he smiles and scoffs, she slaps him, he pulls her to him and kisses her, it them turns into an R rated session between him and Senna, she forgives him and all is well until another argument arises.
Typical.
But, since he gets his arousal from someone else, this won't be the "typical" confrontation between Ichigo and Senna.
"Who the hell is she!?" Senna's sharp index finger points at a confused lounge singer protected by Ichigo.
"She's the Banshu lounge singer and..." Ichigo's calloused hand grabs Senna's tiny wrist and quickly twirls her around, facing the door way, he whispers in her ear, "You're leaving now."
He roughly shoves Senna away as she fumbled forward in her black five-inch stilettos she wore for him and only him. After all, Senna was the top show girl in Pyon's Playhouse and knew Ichigo's weak spot.
She intends to abuse that knowledge.
"Fine." Senna grins as her back faces Ichigo. "I'll make you regret leaving me..."
And there went Senna with her back facing Ichigo and head held high, plotting as Ichigo lets out a deep huff.
Ichigo hates dealing with girls like this. Girls with their emotions and not knowing what they want and expect you to know?
But Senna.
Senna had the perfect T and A going on when Senna, the top show girl in Pyon's Playhouse, flaunted her "assets" in front of Ichigo when it was his 18th birthday.
Che, enough said.
But.
Now that Ichigo gets his "arousal" from someone else that doesn't need to flaunt herself-surprisingly- Senna is no longer needed. Ichigo has been through girls like gum. For the first few moments it's fantastic. But the longer you chew it looses it's "edge?" That's how Ichigo feels about girls. His need to feel excited and pleased- which leads him to many exes that would do anything to be with him... Not because of his status of being a Yakuza, but the sex appeal that radiates all around him-hell, Rukia noticed his nicely built body once she leaned in closer to him.
Oh the sexual tension...
Peering around Ichigo from behind, Rukia's violet eyes watched Senna walk her way out as Ichigo himself runs his hand through his signature orange high, sighing. There goes his perfect night.
"Who is she?" Rukia quietly pipped as the door closes behind Senna.
The sexual tension that was built between the sultry lounge singer and the die hard Yakuza leader, sadly, died out.
But that doesn't mean the interest the infamous Yakuza leader dimmishes- No. Ichigo Kurosaki intends to make Rukia his. Who knows, Byakuya might bend down to his favor.
Ichigo is, after all, known as the Orange Haired Devil.
"She's an ex that refuses to accept the fact that I don't want her anymore." Ichigo exasperatingly huffs while Rukia looks up at Ichigo, meekly, she pips, "Am I guilty by association?"
A grin started to form on Ichigo's face. This is the perfect setup for him to get closer to Rukia- and the fact that he'll get closer to Byakuya- power wise- Senna's manic intrusion might have been the best thing she's done for her.
Maybe Ichigo might gift Senna an expensive present for a job well done.
"I think so." Ichigo slyly responds once he turns around to face Rukia. "But." Ichigo's large calloused hand reaches up for Rukia's flawless milky smooth cheek as his thumb gingerly rubs circles around her now pink tainted cheek. "I can help keep her away from you..."