My Little Rabbit

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Chapter 3:

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The wind was light, barely able to move the dark tresses of her hair behind her shoulders. It was stronger before, but hours had passed and it died down as the night quieted once more.

To her it seemed like an eternity. How long had she truly been trapped here? Perhaps a day or two, or maybe it was it was a day and a half? Either way it had turned dark once again, signaling that it had been hours since her abduction. She honestly had no clue at what point in time it was. She wasn't even aware of what time it was when she first encountered the thief lord. It hadn't really mattered to her much back then, but now as she gazed at the bright full moon, her body leaning against the white intricately designed railing of her balcony, she could only imagine on how long she'd been away from her duty.

Her balcony, as she had called it, was finely designed, more so than the rest within the large castle. Not that she had left the room, or was able to look about, but the outstretched platform allowed her the visage of the large white castle in which she now resided in.

She was shocked, to say the least, at the image before her. It seemed enchanted, almost like a perfect dream, where as her home back in Seireitei was only a common house compared to this. Large green vines slithered alongside the walls, as if slowly creeping its way to the top to consume the castle whole. She had always imagined living in a place this breathtaking, but those were in the past, back when her mind was not much older than 10 years of age.

She sighed when another light wind caressed her face, bringing about the soft cool feeling of its whispers. Her white yukata swayed about, brushing along the smooth velvety skin underneath. The silver and blue embroidery sparkled in its movement, casting of an earthreal shine within the dark night.

It was a beautiful yukata, one that must have cost more than a fortune. Of coarse in this case it was probably stolen by the lord, costing nothing but a few life's minutes. Nevertheless she was shocked to have seen it splayed across the bed, as if waiting for her to put it on. She felt honoured, and very spoiled to be wearing such an intricately designed outfit, but it fit her perfectly and she adored it very much.

There was something about it though that made her spine tingle, and she concluded later on, much to her disapproval, that it was how the lightly array of colours that reminded her of his eyes. Yes, those blue and silver eyes that made her body shiver in both fear and anticipation. And it unnerved her how both feelings could be brought forward with only one glance within those deep orbs.

Was she just another foolish girl to be trapped within that enticing spell of his? How many other woman had he brought to his castle, only to do who knows what? Is she just another to be used and discarded?

She shivered at the thought. It scared her to think about what he would do, what he had already done. But was she more scared of being thrown to the side like a piece of scrap? Who's to say?

She shook her head to clear her mind, if only for a bit. This was not the time to be thinking such foolish things, instead she should be planning her escape, forming a plot to get out of this well guarded palace. She had already calculated the time it would take to climb down the castle walls, sneak past the guards on the north end, and run through a forest she has never seen before. Then she pondered on using the door that lead out into the many halls, halls that she had no idea were the led to.

'Yup, I'm pretty much screwed!'

She pushed off the balcony, turning around to make her way back through the dark curtains and into the sheltered room. She was bothered by this, that much you could tell. But not only was she upset about her current predicament, but instead she was more bothered that she was actually missing the lord's touch. She had only been with him twice, when she was guarding the shrine and when she had first woken up. That had been hours ago.

'Perhaps he is with Matsumoto? It would make a good time to escape!'

Her eyes darkened, and she glanced at the closed door. She might as well try, and if she was caught, she was caught. She could only hope though that she wouldn't be tortured. Who was she kidding, everyone was punished when caught trying to escape. Still, she may not have another time to do so.

Quickly making up her decision, she looked about the room to gather things that may come in handy, possibly a weapon of sorts. She needed something, anything, to defend herself, for Sode No Shyraiki was taken from her the moment she was brought here. She'd figured that out on her own when not even the sheath in which it is held was nowhere to be seen.

'I'll need to retrieve her as well....I just hope she's not too far!'

Finding no sort of weapon that she could of used, Rukia quickly made haste, silently running to the door. 'Nice and quietly, you can do it?' Slowly she cracked open the door, glancing left to right for any sign of movement. Finding none, much to her luck, Rukia quickly slipped through the crack, sliding the door shut behind her in hopes of fooling those into thinking she still resided inside.

There was both no movement or sound within the halls, and she sighed in relief. Perhaps her little escape would go easy...and possibly unnoticed.

Left. Right. Left. Left. Right. There were hallways everywhere, and doors that led to who knows where. She's never been so lost before, and she's already forgotten her way back. It didn't matter, she wasn't intending on going back anyways. She just needed to find Sode No Shyraiki, which would come simple, for shinigami and their zunponkto held a certain bond in which sensing the other's presence would come natural.

But Rukia was still in her training, and she needed to be within a certain distance from her zanponkto to be able to feel her spirit pressure, and this maze of a castle was making it very difficult.

Sighing in frustration as she once again rounded another corner that looked oddly familiar, Rukia decided to stop. Perhaps thinking back on where she went and how she got here would help solve her 'being lost' problem.

But of coarse luck only lasts a short time, as Rukia suddenly finds herself in that current state.

It was a dark swirling mass of reiatsu that got her attention, for the breath became bottled up and she could barely feel air flow through her lungs. It was suffocating, and she was forced to the ground against her will. Her knees buckled and she collapsed, her hands trying to keep her whole body from being crushed to the ground.

"Hehehe, trying to escape are we?" It was a dark and taunting voice, one that she hasn't heard, and it left her body quivering. No! She wouldn't cower, wouldn't show fear! But she was finding it difficult, almost painful not to.

"What's the matter girl, can't breath?" A shadow crept over her, and she was roughly brought up to her feet, a strong tightening grip on her forearm. "That's right, I suppose my reiatsu's suffocating ya eh?"

He was a pale man, his blue hair shining bright in contrast with his white skin. He was tall, but then again most were compared to her. His blue eyes gazed at her menacingly mocking her, a devious glint to them.

"L-Let go you pig!" Her throat clenched even tighter as she spoke, making her eyes shut in pain.

"You little bitch! I should kill you for that insult, but my master seems to be fond of you, and I very much like to be alive for the destruction of this world. Perhaps I could shut you up another way, neh?" She cracked open her eyes, only to wish she hadn't. He had a smirk, an evil and repulsive smirk, and she knew all too well what he was intending to do.

His grip tightened. He leaned closer.

"P-Please," she gasped.

"Oh, yes, yes, indeed, the word I have so waited to hear," her jerked her forward and before she knew it, he had his mouth on hers.

Rukia tried to struggle. But he pressed her brutally into the stone wall with his body, grinding down on her mouth with his teeth as well as his lips, so violently that instantly she sobbed. He thrust his tongue deep and she gagged; as he raped her mouth, she felt his hand move on the outside of her clothing, and seized her breast, crushing it in his hand. More pain shot through her, and then to her horror, she felt his arousal against her thigh and blackness began. She fought it as she tried uselessly to fight him. But he kept her pinned against the wall as he mauled her. She had no doubt that if she fainted she would be raped, and it was that thought that made her will to fight back stronger, but still she began to swim into the beckoning depths.

"I will kill you!"

Hitsugaya's strangely fierce words stabbed through the darkness and suddenly her attacker was gone. Ruka collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks, her chest and arm throbbing with pain, and she heard a man scream in agonizing pain.

Choking, she looked up.

The bulky man who had groped her lay on the floor, soaked in a bright red colour, and above him, standing with a sickening dark aura was lord Hitsugaya. His sword, now casually held beside him, was covered in that same red liquid. He looked frightening, intimidating, as the dark swirls, much like those of an octopus's tentacles,
wrapped forward, licking at the spacious hallway.

"M-My l-lord..." he hacked and coughed, wheezing out clumps of blood, joining what was already pooled beneath his body. "P-Please forgive m-me..." The man still lived, suffering in torture and pain. Hitsugaya had purposely left him breathing, allowing the man to beg for his forgiveness as his life was effortlessly stripped of his being.

"You dare ask for forgiveness!? Touching what is mine is an unforgivable sin, and you will pay for it with your life!"

"B-But my l-lord..." now able to lift himself off the cold floor, he gazed up at the dark and infuriated eyes of his master. "T-The whore, she begged m-meAugh-"

A saber whistle and the man's head disappeared.

Hitsugaya's entire face was a taut, tight, controlled mask, one that frightened Rukia. She knew he wished to kill. His facade was more than chilling; it was terrifying.

The lord instantly sheathed his sword, turning, and immediately found her gaze. Instantly he strode to her. "Are you alright?" he demanded, bending down so as he was eye level with her. His eyes moved over her face and hair, finally to linger on her lips, which she thought were probably bruised and swollen. His eyes then took in the dishevelled form of her body, and his eyes turned dark again.

The ability to form words escaped her, and all she could do to respond was nod, incapable of tearing her gaze from his. In that instant, he was the safest haven she had ever known.

His jaw tightened, his eyes darkened, and he put his arm around her, "Lets go!"

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Rukia couldn't stop her body from trembling. She knew it was foolish -- she was bruised, but other than that, she was hardly worse for wear -- and she did not want this lord to see how cowardly she was. And yet still, the shivers had not ceased. She could not forget that man's brutal assault: the feeling of his hand cruelly twisting her breast, or worse, his tongue invading the boundaries of her mouth.

She clenched her eyes shut in aggravation, hoping all thoughts would disappear, as she allowed his arms to guide her through the halls.

"Are you in pain?"

She was startled from hearing the sudden baritone of his voice, sending tiny shivers down her spine. She simply could not speak, so she shook her head, and it was not really a lie. Her wrist and breast throbbed, but it was so much more than that. He wanted to know what was wrong, but she could not tell him, for both fear and embarrassment.

Then without recognition, he suddenly lifted her into his arms and began striding through the hall again, only this time at a much faster pace.

"What are you doing?" She managed. "I can walk!"

"I am doing what I have wanted to do ever since I allowed that fool utter even a single sound!" he said grimly.

She finally looked up at him as he moved swiftly around corners and through long hallways. His face was taut with anger and regret and, she thought, with anguish. He walked through yet another hallway, moving even quicker than before. Had she really traveled that far?

Finally they reached their destination, or as far as Rukia knew it was their destination.

Hitsugaya opened the door with the toe of his shoe, followed by his broad shoulder. He carried her through the room, setting her down on the soft sheets of the familiar and rather large bed.

A knock sounded, and he answered sharply, "Come in!" A servant entered, her eyes wide, carrying a bowl of water and towels.

He nodded his head towards the nearby table, indicating that she place the tray there. "Now leave!"

Rukia was perplexed, and had no trouble voicing it, "H-How had she known to come?"

He smirked at her curiosity, though his eyes still blazed with fury. "I have links with my subordinates, so as orders can be given.....it is how I was aware of your situation, although not many of the soldiers have knowledge of it."

She quickly formed an 'O' like shape with her lips, realization and amazement shining in her eyes.

Once the servant had gone, he got up and made his way over to the table and tray. He took a small towel, dipped it in the water, and then looked at her directly. "You have blood on your lip," he stated.

Rukia could only stare, amazed at what was happening, her stomach fluttering madly.

He sat down beside her, and with gentleness she never knew a dark lord was capable of, wiped the blood from her mouth.

She couldn't breathe. What was he doing? And more importantly, why?

He tilted up her chin, studied her mouth for a moment, and then lifted his eyes to hers. He growled out, a most feral sound that was chilling to the bone, "Its bruised." He said it quite bluntly, clearly stating the obvious. However she did not miss the spark in his eyes, nor the lick of his lips as he gazed at her own.

He closed his eyes as if agonized, then kneeled down in front of her, taking both hands in his. "This was not what I had intended for you, and I'm sorry."

She gasped, stunned. Had this cruel and handsome lord and thief, who had first intended on killing her and then kidnapped her, say he was sorry?

As if out of nowhere, he moved a cup forward placing it in her hands. Now where had he gotten that from? "Drink, you will feel much better afterwards," he demanded, his voice turning gruff, but his eyes gleaming almost seductively.

On instinct, her gaze hardened and she turned away, responding instinctively, "I am not thirsty, and as I said before, I feel fine!"

He almost inhaled harshly, because her words, spoken from such an innocent soul (or so he thought), further infuriated him.

He pulled her face back, tilting up her chin with his fingertips. "Drink," he countered. He thought he had control, but as his fingers grasped the smooth skin of her chin, he lost all resolve and decided to touch her.

He slowly explored her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. She inhaled, and then began to breath too quickly. Impossibly, the heat and humidity in the room thickened considerably.

Instead of doing the 'devious' thoughts he was thinking, he enclosed his hand over hers, lifting it and the glass she held, until the rim reached her mouth. "Don't make me say it again," he growled, aware that his voice had become as thick as the tension in the room.

She sipped, not once but several times. Rukia enjoyed the sweet taste, and quickly gulped down what was left of it, allowing small drops to make its way down her chin in her haste. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed as she realized her lack of manners.

"I am enjoying myself immensely." he remarked, allowing his thumb to once again smooth over the surface of her lips, trailing down her chin to wipe away the little droplets.

stuttering for a response, she quickly stood, stumbling around him and past his form, to reach the small table to place the empty glass upon.

He watched her, staring intensely at her back. The outfit she was given earlier suited her well, clinging to her small sensuous figure. Although it was a tad bit longer than her form, covering her small feet. To him it did not matter, for it showed off her nice small curves, slim waist and 'cute' buttocks.

He licked his lips and his eyes glinted mischievously.

Feeling his eyes on the back of her head, well more like on her backside, she turned around to regard him. She quickly took note that he was now sitting on the bed, near the same spot she had previously occupied.

She gazed at him briefly before lowering her eyes to her hands, which were clenched tightly to her yukata in nervousness. Perhaps now would be a good time to question him? She's always allowed her curiosity to get the better of her, mainly because she had so much of it.

Finally coming to her own conclusion, she stepped forward, lifting her head to speak. "L-Lord Hitsugaya, why is it that you've brought me here? Surely I am not here for your....n-needs. I have seen Matsumoto and she's breathtaking-"

He chuckled in amusement, his eyes glinting with both laughter and hunger. "You are quite cute my little butterfly." He closed his hands on her waist, pulling her up against his arousal, precisely where she belonged.

She gasped, eyes flying wide.

He smiled then, savagely, as his hands slid down from he waist to her buttocks. He gripped her there, hard and possessive, pulling her snugly over him.

She couldn't stop her reaction as she gripped tightly onto his shoulders, eyes closing, moaning deeply.

He looked at her passion filled face. She had the face of an angel, a pure and innocent angel. She was the most beautiful woman he had beheld, and he had thought so from the moment he had seen her standing in front of that shrine, holding a silly and useless sword at him.

He dug his hand into the nape of her neck, relishing the feeling of her short, soft hair against the skin of his hand. Finally, he did what he wanted to do more than anything -- other than to thrust inside her -- he took her mouth with his.

She moaned again, a soft and sweet sound escaping her mouth. The noise was muffled as he covered her, prying apart her lips with his tongue, thrusting huge and deep in her mouth. Again she moaned as he rocked her back, until she was on the bed and he was on top of her, still deeply inside her mouth, trying to touch and taste every possible place.

Rukia's hands fisted in his white hair, her thighs wrapped around his legs, entangling themselves. Slowly he began to rub the long edge of his arousal over her.

"Huh, huh...." her breaths came out in ragged gasps, clasping tightly to his broad shoulders.

"I have never met a woman quite like you butterfly," he chuckled at her. However, how he was able to do that in their state, was beyond her. "I have brought you here to be mine, and mine alone! Do you think any other woman could do this to me?" She gapsed again as he thrust against her, and even the barrier of clothes couldn't stop her from recognizing his arousal.

He released her hips, and abruptly ripped apart the expensive kimono he had given her. No, not given her, but leant her. And once again, she wondered how he had done that.

Stunned, Rukia stilled, almost afraid, as she saw him look over every inch of her naked body; the small globes of her breasts, to the delta between her spread thighs. And there, his gaze lingered.

She began to flush, as she had never been exposed like this before. She felt frighteningly vulnerable. She felt powerless -- at his mercy -- and it made it impossible to think. She could only yearn, her desire impossibly heightened.

"Your are so beautiful, little one," he murmured thickly, finally lifting his eyes to hers. "I will not hurt you."

Matsumoto had told her that very same thing, and oddly enough, she only truly believed it when it escaped his lips.

Rukia knew she would never forget his eyes. Those deep sea-green eyes that captivated her very being. She knew she had been foolish to 'worry' about Matsumoto's relationship with the lord. Firstly because she barely even knew the handsome tyrant, and such worries or thoughts were odd and weird in such a case. But once again, for some bizarre reason, she knew somehow, instinctively and without a doubt, that in the small span of time, this man wanted her the way he would never want another woman.

And then he did, what she thought was the unthinkable -- he put his mouth on her breast, drawing at it greedily. Her shock dimmed, and instead a wanting need overflowed her.

She closed her eyes, her mind trying to float away, but the tug of his mouth on her breast was an insistent demand, drawing fourth a clenching desire between her legs. He cupped her other breast, and the peak was hard and pebbled against his fingers.

The sudden slack on her left breast brought her back as his mouth released it, only to put his mouth on the other one, allowing it to receive the same attention. She made a strange, involuntary noise, as her hands threaded through his silky white hair, cradling him against her breast as he suckled her.

The ministrations of his hot searing mouth, and his soft, yet calloused hand made her cry out.

Then, altogether, he withdrew from her chest (much to her disappointment).

She looked at him, her vision hazed and blurry. And she noticed that his mouth seemed to twist in a seductive smirk. Rukia gasped when he cupped her sex, his voice deep and possessive, "This belongs to me," he said softly, a warning.

She could only nod, as shock registered in her features by his animalistic growl and barbaric statement. Then his hand slackened, and she felt his fingers sliding over her crevasse, in a pure and sensational caress.

Rukia cried out, eyes closing, arching helplessly up against him. She knew that sensation, remembered it, as it consumed her once before. Those same ministrations he had performed before, had driven her to the same pleasure, and she clung desperately to it.

His explorations increased, his fingers opened her wide; sliding over her continuously, until Rukia was certain she could not last any longer. then she felt his mouth.

At first she thought she was mistaken and she stiffened, paralyzed, eyes flying open -- surely he was not kissing her there. She half sat up, propped on her elbows and saw, shocked, that his head was between her thighs, and there was no mistaking now that it was his lips nibbling her. Then she felt his tongue as it darted out, stroking her everywhere.

His tongue, oh that all too familiar tongue, moved deep and sure, bringing that same ache between her legs. Rukia was on the verge of fainting, the desire so great it was overwhelming her every sense, her ability to breathe, her ability to think.

"Come for me, little one," he purred, a dark rumbling in his chest that made her eyes role in the back of her head. His tongue flayed her swollen flesh like a silken whiplash, insistent, brutal, soft, determined.

There was blackness clouding her vision, lingering until she was hurled past it, into a brilliant light. Rukia held onto him, moaning in sheer joy, in stunning pleasure, in ultimate ecstasy. She moaned and moaned as he stroked her with his tongue, until finally, she shuddered in release.

"Argh..."

She exploded a hundred times, a sweet and soft sensation, like the release of her shiaki; her body spinning, tumbling, out of control. And she was still aware when his mouth found hers, his body crushing her into the mattress.

"Rukia," he panted, his eyes glinting with delight.

Instantly, she felt the huge tip of his erection rub against her inner thigh, and she jerked, eyes flying wide, meeting his. She saw the beast of lust in his hot gaze -- something lingering behind it. Something she was unsure of.

"Rukia." Somehow her name was spoken as a command and he kissed her deeply, allowing the taste of sex to flow in her mouth for the first time. His hard thighs -- big and masculine for a smaller male body -- pinned hers down and apart, and suddenly he was probing against her.

Panic came to her mind. He was too big. She was inexperienced. He was her captor. She was afraid and she wasn't ready. What if he was not happy....not satisfied?

But his heat was enveloping her body and her mind, and she had trouble even thinking simple things.

"P-Please," she began.

But it was too late to turn back. Crying out, he thrust into her, breaking down the wall of her virginity, causing a brief, burning pain. As quickly as it came, it had gone, and she then felt the huge, hot hardness inside of her, filling her, hurting her. Stiffening, she closed her eyes, holding back a cry that wanted desperately to escape.

He moaned, not moving, his entire body shaking. Rukia remained stunned, the feeling of him stretching her apart. Hitsugaya still remained shaking, when he suddenly kissed her temple. Her eyes opened wide, wondering if she had imagined his tender kiss. "Hitsugaya?"

His only answer was to tighten his hold, and she became suddenly aware of being wrapped in his powerful arms. She felt the insistent throbbing inside of her own body, huge and hard, and finally the pain disappeared completely.

She felt his mouth moving along her skin again, this time on her cheek, then her lips, and then he began to move.

Slowly, but surely, he moved out of her, only to enter her again. With the pain gone, a new and odd feeling engulfed her, and she couldn't help the plea escape her lips, "Uh-Huh, p-please, faster....."

He wanted his lust and desire to be under control, to allow his little butterfly to feel safe and passionate. But her plea, even the slight grunt of hers, had him going over the edge, and he could control himself no longer.

In a perfect rhythm, he pumped her lithe body, as she arched her back to meet him. That pleasurable spot, that she had never thought existed, was met by him with every manly thrust.

"Call for me, little one. Say my name Rukia," he whispered huskily, her name rolling off like sweet nectar, as he kept perfect rhythm.

"Ah-ah, more Hitsugaya! M-More!" In the back of her mind she was ashamed and embarrassed, but even the sharp tongue of her brother wouldn't stop her; them.

Hearing his name being called in her sweet, passion filled voice, Hitsugaya lost himself, and he moved even deeper.

the pleasure mounted impossibly, and Rukia (on instinct) held him, wrapping her small calves around his thighs. The little action caused him to gasp with pleasure and, if humanly possibly, he thrust even harder, deeper.

He bent and kissed her recklessly, tongue to tongue, in a dance of eagerness; ecstasy; excitement. He feathered her face, licked his way down to her breast, biting her nipple, all the while embedded deep inside of her.

Rukia felt her body explode a second time, only this a lot more hedonistic; a lot more luscious. Her body convulsed as she orgasmed, feeling the warm flow of his own release inside her.

"W-Was that..."

"Yes love, it was." He flopped down beside her, quickly wrapping his strong arms around her body, pulling it close to his chest in a possessive manner.

Her breathing was still shallow and deep (as was his, though a little more controlled) and their sweaty bodies clung together. Their love-making was intense, the most rousing and steamy either has felt; raw love-making.

Rukia's small leg splayed itself over top of his, and her hands trailed along his chiselled chest to rest alongside his nipple. She was half draped over his body, and she found it to be the most comfortable position.

His hand stroked her bare back, sending rivulets of pleasure down her backside. Small, soft kisses, once again graced her face; first her hair, her forhead, her nose, cheek, then softly lingering on her lips.

"You will not leave me, never leave me. You shall become my queen, by my side forever..."

She could only nod her head, as she felt that same throb of his hardened length within her....

.....this will be a sleepless night.

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A/N: Please, i would love to see some HitsuRuki fics out there, just give it a small try, okay?