Kill Her, Kiss Her
Broken Quill and Scattered Ink
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach!
"She's not all woman," his voice was rough; a sandpit. She jolted, her face flushed and blood boiling from complete embarrassment.
"What?!" Rukia screeched, reducing her jolting back to a wriggle. "What are you talking about, you spiky headed freak!"
Zaraki Kenpachi only kept his hand on her back, his one knee on the lower part of it. He grinned as he looked at her dark hair rustling over his large hand.
"You're cute." He explained. "I'll give you that. But you're so small and tiny, barely old enough to be a lady."
Rukia jolted again. "Let go of me!"
Kenpachi only applied more pressure to her back, crushing her into the floorboards. Rukia, unable to breathe, gasped for air, only to choke on the dust lining the cracks of the wooden floorboards beneath her face. She could feel the pressure of his knee digging into the lower part of her back; was he trying to crush her spine?
Whenever Kenpachi got the response he wanted—her choking for air—he relieved some of the pressure.
The other men kept against the wall, their hands clamped around beers and talking as if nothing was happening. Rukia pulled her head up from the floor and shifted her gaze to her left. Ichigo was watching intently from his seat on the couch, amber eyes not failing to catch hers once she found him. His small grin told her that he was not going to help her anytime soon.
She scowled at him. "You jerk." She breathed out.
Ichigo closed his eyes, dismissing her with a wider grin.
She felt Zaraki lift his knee and hand off of her, releasing her from his hold. She nearly jumped up with joy. But as the second of happiness passed, her heartbeat count rose rapidly again when she felt him grab her shoulders and flip her over. After a slight rise into the air, she only fell back down again, Zaraki's hand clamped over her neck and pinning her to the ground.
"Now, now." He laughed, the scent of alcohol fogging Rukia's air. "Don't be mean to Kurosaki. Without you, miss, this party would be nothing!"
He wasn't choking her, only holding her down. Rukia could at least breathe. She watched the older man over her with anger, her two tiny palms clutching his wrist.
"Let me go. I want to go to my room."
"A little alone time?" one of the other men out of Rukia's view shouted lazily. To that, Zaraki smiled wider.
"Well, aren't you a little bold, young lady!"
"Not alone time with you," Rukia's nose shriveled in disgust. She clutched his wrist tighter. "I want to be by myself!"
When Zaraki only laughed without budging, Rukia could only growl.
"No, I don't think I want you to leave. Stay here with me." Zaraki insisted, a wave of laughter coming from the men behind him; a small laugh coming from Ichigo.
He leaned in towards her, his smile even wider than ever. "Aren't you having a good time here?"
Rukia felt her panic level increase as his face came closer to her. "No!" Her first instinct included spitting out a wad of saliva into his face.
Shocked, Zaraki stood, wiping the offending spit off of his face. Rukia jerked up off of the floor—it had been at least an hour she had been lying there—and quickly ran for the stairs.
"Zaraki! You're losing her, man! Haha, I can't believe you're freaking out over spit!"
Two others ran after Rukia, laughing as if playing a game.
Rukia, upon reaching the third stair, felt a hand tug her hair. Violently, her captor tugged her backwards. She tripped down the stairs, a yelp coming from her.
She fell into someone's arms.
"I don't think you're going anywhere,"
Rukia didn't need to look up to know that Ichigo was the one who caught her. Quickly, before she could even speak, Ichigo pushed her towards the other awaiting men. Laughing, one took hold of each of her arms and dragged her back to Zaraki.
Rukia only stared coldly at the orange-head trailing behind her.
"Zaraki," the men shoved her towards him. "here."
Zaraki only responded by grabbing her neck once again and shoving her into the wall. Rukia let out a screech; he was meaning to hurt her this time.
"No one makes a fool out of me," he threatened, leaning close. "Especially not a little girl like yourself."
Rukia stared up defiantly. "I'm not afraid of you."
"Really?" Zaraki did not smile. He crushed her throat with a strong squeeze. Almost immediately, Rukia reached up to grab hold of his wrist. For one millisecond, she saw his face, then watched as everything turned black. His face then reappeared, and she could not even gasp for air.
He let go of her, and Rukia fell to the ground, her hands reaching for her throat. She coughed, saliva raining onto the floor.
"Well boys?" Zaraki demanded. "Let's show her some manners, shall we?"
The other drunken men wandered over, sloppily pulling her to the couch Ichigo had sat on earlier.
Rukia felt as one held her arm. Another held her other arm, and two more held onto her ankles. She blinked, trying to regain her way to breathe.
Zaraki leaned down out of nowhere and captured her lips with his own in a violent kiss.
Rukia screamed against his rough mouth, twisting her head to her sides. But Zaraki only followed, intent on keeping his lips over hers.
When he finally pulled away, he was grinning again. "How was that, missy?"
Zaraki leaned down to kiss her again. The other men, leaning over her, laughed in amusement at her struggle. She heard Ichigo's own distinct laugh and realized that he was probably standing behind her head, staring down at her. Rukia arched her neck, looking up, and was right. He stared down at her, a grin gracing his features.
Zaraki emitted a groan of pleasure when she arched her neck, applying more pressure onto her.
This time, when Zaraki pulled away, he asked: "did you learn your manners yet?"
"Just let me go." She said, still staring at Ichigo above her.
Ichigo chuckled. "No way."
Rukia did not intend to lose. She held his gaze. Rukia's eyes blazed with fire, urging him to do what she had stated, but Ichigo was just as stubborn.
"You can stare at me all you want." He whispered. "I'm not letting you go anywhere."
The other men, who still had a hold of her, laughed at their small staring contest. One of them who was holding her ankle ran a free palm up her thigh.
"It's not as fun with jeans on." He slurred, his hand falling beneath her belly button and began fidgeting with her buckle.
Rukia's head perked up. "Stop it!"
Zaraki responded by giving her another bruising kiss.
Rukia began to kick and tried lifting her arms, but all of her attempts to escape their holds were futile.
"You won't win!" Ichigo bellowed over the laughter.
As if she was listening to him, Rukia stopped struggling.
Laughter rang everywhere.
Author's Notes: Um…sorry for the lame update. I kinda was using this as a test to see who was still reading this. Who even still remembers me!! I've been getting a lot of emails to update my fics, so don't think I'm ignoring all of you! Reviews have been great! And I've just been busy, a lot of things happened in my life that I have to think over…some that have given me the chance to wonder what it's like to lose someone dear to me.
So without further rambling, I just wanted to let everyone know that I will do my best to finish this and Bound by Duty this summer because I really want to try a new fic and improve my writing style.
All comments and critiques appreciated! Thanks for sticking with me!
Quill and Ink