Crimson Night, Black Moon
"My name is Ichigo Kurosaki."
Ichigo... Kurosaki?
Rukia nodded in understanding. "Is there something I can help you with?"
Spinnin' to this sound
Like a record going round
Must be the music
"No." He answered stiffly. Like he was nervous or something. "I just wanted to say, you have a beautiful singing voice."
These bastards just don't get it. Flattery will get them no where. Rukia scoffed inwardly. She had been in these situations before; Some stupid man would come up and make her blush, well, at the most a light rose color adorning her cheeks, and then try to get her back to his place.
Rukia was just too smart.
We could be making out
But all I really want right now
Is just the music
I'm only here to dance
Rukia blocked out Masazuki, another singer's voice, and smiled sweetly.
"Why, thank you, Kurosaki-kun!" She said, her voice sickeningly sugary. She batted her eyes at him, her big, liquid blue eyes dancing with the perfect innocence.
Ichigo wasn't buying it. He knew who she was; Rukia Kuchiki. Trained to kill. She wasn't some damsel in distress, or a perfect little angel sent from Heaven above. No, she was Rukia Kuchiki. She was a Slayer, trained to kill, the best of the best.
"How about I buy you a drink?" Ichigo wasn't used to this, flirting. He wasn't made immortal to pick up girls, or to lead a normal life. He had been granted immortality to kill, to lure innocent beings into the life of the Supernatural.
Rukia dropped her schoolgirl act. "I hope you're not flirting with me."
Ichigo couldn't hide his disgust. "You wish, midget."
She smirked, but her eyes held impatience. "I'm not a midget, I'm just..."
"Vertically challenged?" He guessed.
"Exactly!" She said, her smirk falling into a frown. Her eyes held their usual impatience, but this time, their was a hint of another emotion in her violet-blue orbs.
Amusement.
She was challenging him.
I'm just here for the music
I really didn't mean to turn you on (on)
"So... You want that drink or not?"
She looked at him, regarding him with a playful smirk. "Sure."
He ordered a strawberry martini for himself, and sake for Rukia
Boy you know I like the way you move it
Michiru, the waitress, nodded, and winked slyly at Rukia. "Nice work, sweetie. He's hot..." She gazed at Ichigo a bit longingly, "If you didn't already call dibs, he would be mine." She whispered hungrily, biting her lip as she kept staring at the Kurosaki man.
Rukia blushed.
"I don't like him, Michi! If anyone called dibs, its Inoue."
Michiru scowled. "You mean Whoreihime? You're actually giving him up to that bimbo?" She looked back at Ichigo.
"Don't call her that!" Rukia whispered sharply. Everyone knew Michiru hated Orihime, and everyone knew why. Even Rukia was a little bit peeved at her friend for this.
Inoue flirted with every guy she saw, even if it was unintentional. That was the only reasonable explanation Rukia had for why she was so angry at Orihime for noticing Ichigo.
"You know it's true," Michiru said, handing Rukia her sake, and giving Ichigo his martini.
"I'll see you later, kay, hun?" Michiru winked, and Rukia smiled slightly. Michiru Hanazaki was two years Rukia's senior, and was also a trained Slayer. She had been one of the first people to train Rukia, and had been like the older sister Rukia had always missed.
Hisana never used to be around, and Mitsuki...
Well, Mitsuki wasn't really an older-sister figure. She was more of a younger sister, always needing to be looked after. However, she had her moments. In a time of crisis, she was always there, ready to beat the crap out of anybody that looked at her funny.
"Sake, huh? I'm surprised." Rukia admitted, sipping the drink that warmed her insides, and slowly calmed her pounding head.
"Why?"
"When a guy buys me a drink, they usually say that this stuff is 'too strong' for me, and get me champagne or something. I can't get relaxed with some weak drink like the champagne they serve here." She shrugged, and drank another shot.
"Well, I admit, you aren't like any other girl I've ever met."
She smiled "I sup-"
"Rukia!" Orihime yelled, cutting her friend off. "Staff meeting."
Rukia blinked. Now? Couldn't it wait until tomorrow?
"Can't it wait until tomorrow? I'm sure Yoruichi-"
"No. Urahara's holding this one." Rukia's eyes widened in understanding.
"Oh." She turned.
"I'm sorry, Ichigo-san. I have to go. Thanks for the drink, though!" She yelled, running out the door.
Ichigo stared after her.
I'm just here for the music
Music
Music
I really didn't mean to turn you on
Music (music)
Music
So if you wanna wait for me
I'm gonna need someone to take me home!
The music faded away as Rukia and Orihime ran outside.
"Mind telling me what you were doing talking to that guy back there?" Orihime asked, her voice dripping with jealousy.
Rukia looked at her friend. "He complimented me on my singing, and offered to buy me a drink, is all." Rukia said, sounding a little offended. Since when did Orihime Inoue, bitch extraordinaire, need to know why she was talking to a sexy guy?
Back up... Did she just think... Sexy?
Rukia Kuchiki did not think guys were sexy. She did have dates, crushes, and... Experience, but never did she think guys were sexy. Hot, yes. Cute, yes. Sexy just went a bit too far. But, no matter how much she denied the fact, she did indeed think the orange-haired man sitting in Kaze was beyond sexy.
And apparently, so did Orihime.
Said Inoue woman glared lightly at her friend before looking forward. "Sure he did, Rukia. It's another one of those hellhounds. I'm sure you can handle it."
Rukia glared at her friend for being so harsh. She didn't even know the man's name! So why should she get jealous? "I'm sure I can." They were at the site in less than two minutes.
Sagashite Lake and Cemetery.
Rukia had already drawn her gun with her right hand and her left was twitching towards her dagger, for she had forgotten the stake at home. Not that she minded, anyways. And then, without warning, a hellhound, as dark as midnight, lunged from the bushes.
A hellhound had the physical outline of a wolf, and sounded like one, too. Depending on it's master, it's either good or evil. Depending on if it's good or evil, they have either bluish-white or dark red flames protruding from their back and tail.
This one was dark red.
Rukia cried out as she lunged forward, trying to get a better view of her target. The hellhound stood it's ground, and when Rukia got close enough, it attacked.
"Rukia!" Orihime cried out in panic, forgetting their previous fight as her friend was thrown onto the ground with so much force, a sickening crack was clearly audible. The hellhound jumped away from the scene in a burst of flames.
"R-Rukia?" Orihime called out fearfully. Her response was a groan. Well, at least she was okay.
Orihime quickly turned to the nearest pay phone (REMEMBER, PEOPLE! THIS IS THE 1940'S! CELLPHONES DID NOT YET EXIST!)and proceeded to call Kaze.
"Helloooo?" A slurred voice on the other end spoke.
"Michiru?" Orihime asked, venom dripping from her voice. "Are you drunk again?"
"A-Ah! Yu-yup! Now, what can ah do for ya, 'Hime-chiiiiiii!" Damn, how many sake's did she have after they left?
"Get Mitsuki, Yoruichi, Urahara, anyone! Rukia's been hurt!"
"Oh, shut the hell up, Inoue. R-Ru-kia's a tough one, she'll be alright. Ahaha..."
"Seriously! Michiru, please." Orihime pleaded. There was a rather large wound on Rukia's head, and blood was rapidly pouring out. She needed help, fast.
"Fine. Mi-Mitsu! Get over here! Kia-chii's been hurt real bad!" She giggled as the phone was ripped from her hands. "Orihime-san?"
"Yes!"
"You guys are at... Sagashite? Mission #048153299?" Orihime nodded, even though she knew Mitsuki couldn't see it. "Yes, we are!"
"Alright, I'll be there in five." The line went dead, and Orihime sighed doubtfully, moving to Rukia, doing her best to stop the bleeding. "Please be okay... Please be okay..."
Rukia didn't move.
[Present Day; 2009]
"Did she ever wake up?" Ichiru asked, biting her lip in worry.
Luchia laughed softly at her daughter's expression. "If you'd let me finish the story, you'd know."
Ichiru stayed quiet.
[Karakura Town, January of 1944]
(Dream/Flashback)
Nine year old Rukia's eyes widened as her father shook his head, glaring at her. "I'm sorry it's had to come to this." Hisana quietly sobbed in a corner, bruises covering her fair skin. "P-Please, no more." She whimpered, like the beating she had just recieved was still going on. "I-I promise... I'll b-be a good g-girl! J-Just, please, stop it!" Her eyes were wide with fright, and she was shaking.
"D-Daddy, please. I said I'm sorry! I can't help it; I see things, and when people are in trouble, I have to tell them! Its not like I can just stand around and watch them... Die." Her throat was dry as her father unbuckled his belt. "Oh, no..." Rukia's mother whispered, looking at her daughter, her eyes pleading for forgivness. She was next to Hisana, cradling the hystarical girl. "Shhhh..."
Rukia, ignoring her mother, made a break for her room. She closed the door, trying to block out her mother's soothing words, her sister's sobbing, and her father's nearing footsteps. "Open the door Rukia." She gulped as she realized her father was right outside her door. "Someone... Anyone, help me..." She prayed, and hoped someone would hear her.
But it was useless.
"Ah-!" Rukia gasped as the door swung open, and her father grabbed her by the neck, dragging her into the living room. "I'm sorry, Hikaru. But I have to do this. She's obviously been possesed. Beating the demon out of her is the only way."
Rukia whimpered under her father's iron-tight grip. "Mom... Help..." Hikaru looked down, wondering what she should do.
Kaitou threw Rukia aside, into the bathroom, and proceeded to kick, punch, and whip her with his belt.
Hikaru only held Hisana closer, tears dropping onto the hardwood floor.
(End Dream)
Rukia's eyes shot open, and she was breathing heavily. "Not again..." She groaned, wincing at the sharp pain in her side. "Ah, finally awake, I see." Rukia smiled at the warm voice. "Michiru-san."
The young woman smiled, sticking her tongue out childishly. "Yep! I wouldn't move around too much if I were you; That hellhound knocked you up pretty badly," Michiru scolded lightly, smiling, although the worry was evident in her forest green orbs.
"Don't remind me," Rukia replied coldly. She almost never lost. What had happened to make her focus slip so much?
"Yeah, sure, Rukia."
Oh, right. Orihime and her bitch-fit.
Where was Orihime, anyway?
"Where's Orihime?"
"Inoue?" Michiru said thoughtfully. "Hmmm... I think she was leaving for Yoruichi's, last I checked." Rukia nodded, and smiled slightly.
She would sort everything out later.
Mitsuki broke out of her trance from Urahara's clapping hands. "Oi! Are you listening, Kuchiki?"
"Ah- Y-yeah! Sorry, Kisuke, I'm just a bit..." She trailed off, looking at the wanted poster in her hands. "Distracted, I guess," She sighed painfully."Do I really have to do this mission? I mean, what about everyone else... They-"
"Sorry, Mitsuki." Urahara said, "All the other Slayers are on other missions. Michiru's too low a rank to complete this assignment, and Rukia's injured. You're the only one that's left."
Mitsuki looked back at the flyer, the man on the front was someone she knew all too well. Hitsugaya Toshiro. Vampire.
She had met him when she was about twelve, and he had been her best friend in Hisakumori. She had seen his blood red eyes on numerous occasions, and had accepted the fact he was not of her world. Then, one night, they were walking in the forest outside of their little village.
Mitsuki was almost eighteen. She had accidentally led him to a cemetery, abandoned in the late 1700's. It was a surprise that the place was still there, with all the graves spotless. Then again, in a town like Hisakumori, almost everything is still standing. The house Mitsuki and her mother had lived in was well over 250 years old.
Mitsuki had stupidly suggested that they check it out, and he reluctantly agreed. They had crossed the grave of one girl, who had died at the age of fifteen, in 1608. A one Momo Hinamori.
She could remember the night clearly.
Flashback
"Look at this one, Shiro! Momo... Hinamori?"
She didn't notice him visibly stiffen at the name.
"Hmm... She was only fifteen when she died. I wonder how?" Mitsuki, always oblivious, didn't notice Toshiro's violent shaking. "Mitsuki, I think it's time we go..."
"What? No way! I'm still..."
"Let's GO, I said!" Toshiro growled, his normally calm, icy blue eyes transforming into the wild, crimson eyes of a monster, of a Vampire. His hand was up, almost as if he was meaning to hit her. It was iches away from her face. Mitsuki gasped, and the familiar playfulness in her stormy gray eyes turned into pure fear. "A-Alright..." She gulped, and reluctantly followed him, wincing as he gripped her wrist too tight.
The Toshiro she once knew, was gone.
Two days later, Mitsuki visited him at his apartment. "S-Shiro?" She called, letting herself in. She had a key to his place for god knows how long. "Oi! Toshiro-kun!" She wandered around his place for a while, deciding to check his living room. She knew he was home; candles were lit, and food was hot on the table, along with a goblet of animal blood. He had to be home.
She passed through the kitchen door, only to have it shut close on her. She was trappred in complete darkness.
"Toshiro?" She called his name once, twice, three times. "Shiro! Oi!"
"What are you doing here, Mitsuki?" It was his voice, but at the same time... It wasn't. It was raspy, dark. It sounded more like a growl from a wild tiger than a person.
And in that instant, Mitsuki knew.
She didn't even have any idea what she was doing here. All she knew was she needed to get out of there, and fast.
"Mitsuki, I..."
"Don't. Talk." She growled, trying to act tough, fighting back the tears. She didn't want to hear his voice. Not after he snapped at her, not after he had nearly killed her. "Please, just shut up!" She screamed, her voice echoing throughout the empty, dark room. "Please."
The man behind her, despite his somewhat happy tone, wasn't amused. He was behind her in three quick strides, and she gasped as his hand grabbed her wrist. It was cold, so cold. So unlike Shiro. His grip was iron-tight as she struggled to free herself. "P-Please! Let me go! I promise, I'll never come back again, just let me go!"
He didn't pay attention. Instead, he lifted he wrist, and bit through her flesh, drawing blood into his waiting mouth. It was sweet against his lips, and he briefly wondered if this was what it would taste like if he were kissing her. Some of the crimson liquid escaped his lips, and cascaded down his chin. His eyes were hazy with bloodlust. Her blood was intoxicating. The animal blood could only stop his hunger from growing. It could never really replace the velvety feel of human blood against his pale lips.
It had been so long since he last tasted it.
His last human victim had been his now deseaced lover. Momo Hinamori.
She was feeling lightheaded. She knew how much blood Vampires could drink in thirty seconds. She had to pull away, or she would die. "HITSUGAYA!"
His eyes widened, and he released her. Never before had she called him by his surname, it was always Toshiro or Shiro-chan or something like that. She... Calling him Hitsugaya with such pain, such heart-wrenching pain... It broke his heart.
...Or, it would have, if he had one.
"Mitsuki... I-"
She didn't hear the rest. She was already running, away from him. Away from his apartment, away from everything. She ran to the safety of Tokyo, ready to start a new life, and later on, find her family.
"Toshiro... After kaasan died, you were my only family. My best friend. Who... What have you become?"
"Mitsuki?" Urahara called gently, seeing his friend's blank expression. "Are you alright?"
She looked back at the flyer, Toshiro's souless blue eyes staring back at her. Mocking her. "Yes." She answered simply. "Where was this murder taken place?"
Urahara looked at her now dull gray eyes, and said, "Hazamira street."
"I'm sorry!" Orihime cried, hugging Rukia tightly, careful not to touch her wound. "I never should have gotten mad at you! Its all my fault! Please forgive me!"
Rukia hugged her friend back, and nodded, smiling. "Of course. Now, could you please get off?"
"Oh, sorry!" Orihime apologized, smiling sheepishly.
They laughed.
A/N: There you have it!
Something I didn't mention last chap: There will be HitsuKarin, a dark, onesided HitsuOC, and some traces of HitsuHina.
Oh, and I'll have you guys know, I have the plot OUTLINE in my head, I just don't have it typed out. Not to mention, its summer vacation! Updates might come later than expected.
I'll try to get the next chap up before Thursday, though!
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