My Little Rabbit

A/N: Hey everyone who has viewed and reviewed! You all made me happy :D See happy face! Anyways, I have decided to upload the second chapter! Why? I have no idea...because everyone seems so nice :D So here is the second chapter, however I did not go over it so there might be errors that need correcting -- which will get done some day!

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Chapter Two:

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There were soft noises around her and yet all she could see was darkness. Utter and complete darkness. At first it frightened her, thinking that maybe she had become blind. But slowly her senses came through, and realization of her eyes just being closed registered through her head. Now the only question popping up was why were her eyes closed? Thinking back, the last thing she remebered was guarding the temple which held the powerful Hyougoken.

Then out of sheer bad luck, some thief.....a very very handsome thief I might add, had come along and stole her away.

Then realization struck her like a sword! The last thing she remembered was the feel and taste of his hot mouth on hers, his velvet tongue stroking hers in pleasure. The sweet sensations flowed through her body at the time, and then blackness.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and she only moved her head to the side somewhat to gaze at the night sky through the open window. Where was she then? How did she end up in this foreign room?

She wasn't one to be calm in a situation as to not knowing where she is. But for some odd reason, she seemed almost...serene and safe. Was it normal for that to happen?

She moved her gaze from the window, her eyes now adjusted to the dark shadows of her room. The moons light helped some too, as she was able to focus on small things, such as a few chairs, a long vertical mirror, a nightstand....and a very comfortable bed that she happen to be laying on.

Her hand floated above the silken sheets, smoothing the surface with her petite fingers. It felt so smooth, so nice to her skin...and shamefully she wondered how they would feel on her bare body. Her cheeks reddened at the thought, and she shook her head to get rid of the them. 'Rukia, this is not the time to think such...thoughts! I don't even know where I am!?'

A slight chuckle was heard and her head spun to the side, only to capture the intense gaze of that same handsome theif as before.

"What did you do? Why am I here?"

His dark voice littered the room as his chuckle deepened, showing that of mild amusement. "You, little one, are quite something aren't you?" He removed himself from the wall, seductively making his way towards her.

"S-Stay away!" she crawled backwards, intending on making as much space between them as possible. But unfortunately she reached the edge of the bed, her only option being to plummet to the ground, and for some odd reason she'd rather face him than her own embarrassment....sadly she figures she's already passed that state. "I-I said stay away!"

"Haha, and if I don't little one? Do you plan on teaching me a lesson?" His eyes glinted dangerously as he reached the bed, a grin creeping its way on his face. Oh she knew very well what he meant by that little statement...she has heard it many times before. Although this was different; this was said by a devilishly handsome thief that awakened certain things within her body. Things that she never knew existed.

He moved so fast that she barely had time to register on what he had done. His strong arms wrapped around her waist and he brought her back in the middle of the bed, his legs straddling her own.

A small gasp left her lips and she tried to wriggle her way out of his hold. But it was seemingly impossible as his legs tightened around her, and he dipped his head low. At first she thought he was going to kiss her, and she was sure that that was his first intention, but the dark and smooth sound of his rich voice floated past her ears instead. "You look so inviting little one."

That all too familiar tongue darted out, stroking the shell of her ear, her cheek, her lips. Finding it hard to think, Rukia let instincts drive her body as she opened her mouth to allow him access. He didn't let her little notion go unheard, and he crushed his lips on hers, stroking her mouth with want and need.

Her eyes widened and her breathes were hitched in her throat as a strong calloused hand dipped below her belly, underneath her pants and between her legs. Her first instinct was to close her legs tightly, but he manuavered his right leg in between her own, preventing her from closing them.

"P-Please...augh," he dipped his finger, stroking her gently. For some odd reason, in the back of her mind, Rukia was expecting this. But her body stilled and she froze anyway.

"Don't fight me, little one," he whispered moving apart the opening of her yukata, so as he could kiss the soft skin of her belly. "This is for you, not me," and he touched some special place that made her whole body shake in some dark kind of pleasure.

"A-Ah..."

"That's right," he whispered against her skin. "I want to make you come for me. You'll do that for me, won't you?"

She was having trouble breathing, her breath coming in strangled little whimpers. She needed something but she didn't know what to ask for, as the gnawing ache between her legs grew stronger and stronger.

He grunted and leaned over her somehow and she felt his mouth on hers, his tongue thrusting deep, even as his hand continued to rock her, and she knew she needed, wanted, had to have more.

His ministrations became more deeper, more sensual, and with one final thrust of his fingers, her body convulsed, shaking as she came upon his fingers. A few short minutes past and finally she stilled, her breathing now only slightly irregular.

"W-What happened?"

He chuckled at her, his hand moving to his mouth to allow his tongue to lick it clean. "Pleasure love. It was pleasure."

She barely heard his answer, and honestly didn't care to much as her body felt heavy and tired. Her eyes began drifting shut, only the slight crack of her eyelids as she tried to fight the exhaustion. "Sleep little one. You are still exhausted from your nightly guarding." Hearing his voice, she tried even harder to feign sleep. But the sudden vibrations and low rumbling from his throat and chest soothed her, and at last she succumbed to the dark depths of her mind.

Hitsugaya was tempted to curl up alongside her soft inviting body and welcome the sweet sensation of sleep as well. But of coarse such moments would only last a while as a noise resounded within the room. He covered the small girl with the silken blankets, stroking her fast a couple of times before standing. Once again the vibrant knocking on the door echoed.

Irritated and bitter, Hitsugaya spoke with obvious anger. "Enter!"

The door cracked open only slightly and a taller, more paled man walked in. "My lord, forgive me for my intrusion, but I'd thought you'd liked to be informed that the men are forming thoughts that you had failed in your mission." He gave a deep bow, as if to apologize for the absurd question.

Hitsugaya's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he glared at the bowing form of his subordinate. He would not think twice about killing one of his men for daring to ask such a question, but this man was his most loyal and productive soldier. That and as of lately, with his temper rising, he has been lacking in men. Not that it mattered, for he could handle a whole army himself if he wanted to, but it was nice having men to do as he told.

"Ulquiorra, your intrusion annoys me, but I suppose you yourself have been wondering the same, have you not?" Ulquiorra nodded his head, keeping his voice unheard. He could lie to the lord, for that's what other soldiers would do, in fear of coarse. But his master was intelligent, given a sixth sense when he was conceived, and as good as a lie he could come up with, Hitsugaya would know. Not only that but Ulquiorra was more bright, of coarse not as much as his lord, but still a mind to not be messed with.

"It upsets me to see your faith slowly diminishing, but nevertheless it is true. Those shinigamis are fools, and the Hyougoken will always remain in the same damn temple. No matter when it be, I could easily attain it! Instead I have gathered something much more important." His gaze fell downwards upon the bed, staring at a small lump beneath the sheets. His eyes turned hungry and sadistic, a smirk splaying across his face.

Ulquiorra followed his master's gaze, his eyes landing on the small sleeping form of a person. "A girl, my lord?" his shock was apparent, a quizzical tinge to his usually composed stature.

"Yes, a shinigami woman...and one of the few guardians of the Hyougoken."

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The same thing happened again, as Rukia found herself waking up to an uknown area, only to have realization hit her like a rock another time. How had this happened? how had she let herself be controlled, be swayed by that enticing theif! She was taught better, taught by her very own brother who held the honourable title of the sixth squad captain.

But this man, this thief, was just to cunning and enticing for her own good.

She new at the beginning of his little 'ministrations' that she would no longer have any willpower to fight against him. Shamefully, she had needed it, wanted it, as it consumed her. And even now, even after her little release, she still feels the aching feeling of her desire.

She was relieved though when she realized that he was no longer in the room. 'He must of left after I fell asleep.' Oddly she found herself slightly disappointed at the fact, and her mind slowly became distracted as her thoughts wandered aimlessly to the self-conscious being of her mind. 'He was probably disgusted and revolted by my body. I'm hideous, and he finally realized it.'

Barely even a warning for her to prepare herself, the door slid open and a tall, very voluptuous woman walked in. She was intimidating, both her looks and her stature. She was clearly a very attractive woman that was most likely sought after. Her long wavy hair shined with a bright orange and blond hue as it bounced off her back as she walked forward. And her figure, which Rukia found herself very jealous of, was very much womanly as possible.

She seemed strong and confident, her back straight and posture graceful and manner-like. Rukia found herself oddly inspired by the woman, finding everything in the woman that Rukia lacked.

Rukia was ready for a snippy comment or brash voicing from the tall woman, but was only surprised to hear a boisterous laugh emanate from her lips. "Oh my, a cute little butterfly my lord has caught! How adorable you are!" The woman gushed out, pulling her hands to her cheeks in obvious affection.

The small girl blinked a couple of times in confusion, her mind trying its darnest to make sense of the situation. But sadly only one little question came out, and she found herself embarrassed by it. "L-Lord? Who's your lord?"

"Haha, yes you are definitely a cute one! My lord is the very man who brought you here!" To prove her point, the woman began to make motions with her hand as she described her lord. "He's about this high, white hair, devilishly handsome, and very cold posterior!"

Rukia no knew very well who the woman was talking about. If she was not convinced when she indicated his height, than she was positive on her thinking when she mentioned 'devilishly handsome'.

At that point Rukia began gathering her own thoughts as she gazed at the very beautiful woman in front of her. 'This woman seems almost content and comfortable in being in his palace. Perhaps she is his....well, his mistress?' A slight frown creased her face at the thought, and she tried hard to make it disappear, but it hadn't gone unnoticed, although it was mistaken for something completely different.

"Oh don't worry, my master wouldn't hurt you! He's cold and heartless, and would most definitely of killed anything or anyone to get to the Hougoken. Which means you're something of great value to him!"

Rukia didn't know whether to feel special or frightened. Of coarse there was that stubbornness of hers that told her she is not to be owned by anyone! But once again her stomach twisted in a knot, and her neither regions began to tingle.

"My name by the way is Matsumoto Rangiku, but please just call me Matsumoto. I already know who you are, everyone in the castle has heard of you, mostly by rumours though! But me, I have had the privilege of knowing your name and meeting you. I was sent here to help aid you in anything you desire. Perhaps a bath will do good?" Matsumoto's smile broadened and moved over to sit upon the edge of the bed alongside Rukia.

Rukia blushed slightly at the sudden attention. Sure she had been treated well within the Kuchiki household, but that was natural, for she was known as one of the clan member (much to her demise). And even then she was still scorned and shown objection by the other nobles, their distaste for her clearly obvious. But This, however, was much different. She had only been here for what seemed like only the night, and yet she was being treated with kindness and royalty. It was nice of them, but most aggravating.

Nevertheless she smiled back and gave a curt nod. "Yes, my muscles do ache, and a bath seems most welcoming."

A most enthusiastic and exciting squeal escaped her lips, and Rukia jumped in surprise. With this woman here, perhaps it won't be so bad...

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