Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Admissions Under the Moon ❯ Admissions Under the Moon ( Chapter 1 )

2009
Admission
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Tite Kubo created the characters, which are licensed by Shonen Jump.  I earn no money from the writing of this fan fiction and mean no harm to the anime/manga.

Black wings fluttered like a death butterfly, the Shinigami's alternate form.  For those privileged few who could perceive them, they would see the uncanny creatures passing in the night.  

Through the evening gloom, Renji Abarai ran lightly along the power lines.  He danced lightly like a tightrope walker away from Urahara's store.  He had visited his usual dream before waking.  Covering her faces with soft kisses and laying alongside her in his imagination.  Pretending she was another who was painfully familiar to him.  Perhaps if his dreams came true, Rukia would see him in hers when she opened her eyes after the pressure of strong lips against hers.  He wished she could see the lines of a tattooed faced samurai straddling her, his sword belted at his waist, and his arms wrapped around her.  Panting against her face.

How he wished that she would taste copper and a hint of wasabi when he kissed her perfect mouth. Licking her lips, she would welcome him to her bed with open arms.  With a new lover who was once a friend.  Unfortunately, they were just dreams limited to his mind alone.  It made him dread the night.

He diverted his route, choosing instead to head towards the red tinged reiatsu that high-level soul reapers like Byakuya Kuchiki could see as long ribbons.  Before him the red ribbon of the woman he most desired fluttered out her window.  Smiling crookedly Renji leapt down from his high perch.  His robe billowed around him like a bird of darkness and he landed easily.  Through the empty streets of Karakura town he strutted, head held high.  He knew where Rukia Kuchiki was staying as of late.  Not inside the closet of that one time substitute soul reaper, but elsewhere.  Stopping by the clinic, he glanced up at the blue sign with its white lettering.  A quick jump sent him flying upwards and he alit on the sill of the open window next to Ichigo. Sliding the sash open, he perched here, glancing inside.

Ichigo's sisters occupied twin beds.  One was dark haired like Isshin, their father, the other fair headed like their mother.  One favored her mother, the other the dark hair of her fathers. They were twins who were as opposite as night and day.  There on the floor on a futon lay another dark haired female. Grinning, Renji stepped inside.  His sandaled feet made no noise, before he remembered the dark haired Karin could hear and see him.

"Damn," he cursed.  Karin turned over, mumbling in her sleep.

"Go away.  I want to sleep," she tossed her hand, and faced the wall.

Shaking his head Renji tiptoed over to the futon. His shadow blocked the silvery moonlight bathing the occupant in a wide shaft.  Rukia always slept in a pool of moonbeams, favoring the energies.  His spiky ponytail cast an odd shadow, eclipsing her face.  Slowly she turned over, blinking up at him with those violet eyes.

"Psst, hey," he whispered.  "Rukia."

"G'way you moron," Rukia blinked up at him. "You know Karin can..."

"Shhh," Renji whispered, touching his fingertips to her lips.  "I need to talk to you."

"Can't it wait?"

"No.  Now.  You can c'mon out of the gigai," he said insistently.

"Last time I let Ichigo cover for me," Rukia cursed.  Rubbing her eyes, she slid off the covers, mindful of how Renji's eyes filled themselves with her pajama-covered form.  Yet she was used to him seeing her undressed because they had seen one another as children. To his amused smirk she hissed, "What?"

"Still wearing those little girl pajamas?" Renji could not resist whispering.

"Shut up!  The ones Urahara sold I'm not interested in," she said before snapping her mouth shut.  Renji snickered, reaching into his robe and tugging out a reddish fingerless glove.  Rukia reached under her pillow, pulling out a rabbit topped thing that resembled a candy dispenser.

"Don't waste one of those on me.  I know how much they set you back, shrimp," said Renji.  Rukia felt his hand shoot out and touch her on the forehead.  Before she could protest, she felt the sizzling split of her energy as she was extracted from her gigai.  It flopped down, and Renji covered it with the blanket and turned it on its side.  

"Wait, you dummy!" Rukia snapped, and then shut up when she heard Karin groan, toss, and turn.

"C'mon," Renji urged, motioning with his hand.  Clad in her soul reaper robes, Rukia picked herself up off the floor and scuttled after him.  Both soul reapers shot out of the window, leaving the silhouette of two butterflies in their wake.

***

Rukia reveled in the light buoyancy of her soul form, so heavily weighed by the gigai.  She rushed to keep pace and eventually leapt in front of Renji. They chased one another down the power lines, for a moment returning to their childish antics.

"You're getting slow, Renji!" Rukia called.

"Damn it, I'll show you who's slipped," He retorted.  Towards the moon's silvery orb they ran, leaping to a new set of wires before choosing a destination.

Eventually they landed in a moon washed field.  The local Karakura town park.  Standing opposite one another, they locked gazes.  Renji rested his hand on the hilt of Zabimaru, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.  Rukia broke the silence by asking, "So what do you want to talk about?  Waking me in the middle of the morning, dummy?"

"Uh well..." Renji fumbled, and then cursed, "Shit."

"Shit for brains," Rukia sighed impatiently.  "That's what you are sometimes waking me up just like when we were kids.  Except there's no need for me to watch for your ass while you sleep."

"It's just that... Rukia... I need to um... ah..." Renji fumbled again, pacing a half circle.

"If you can't spit it out I'm going out on patrol," Rukia said, turning from him.  "Might as well get some hollow hunting in."

"Rukia, wait," Renji snapped, darting around in front of her.  

"I have been waiting, so spit it out already," she insisted, her own hand resting on the hilt of her graceful sword, its hilt and guard glistening like frost.

"I was out on patrol and well... I was thinking," he said, rubbing his chin.

"That can be dangerous for you," Rukia taunted.  "You're as eloquent as Sado."

"Pfft says you," Renji jibed back.  "Shaddup and let me finish!  I needed to see you because I've got something to tell you."

She rested her hand on his outstretched arm and Renji faced away from her, looking at an invisible spot in the grass.  Moonlight flashed across the new pair of sunglasses wrapped around his head in place of the white headband.  "And if it's just to show off that newest pair of Dragonfly Silver 1000's you blew half a years' salary on... I'll thump you."

"It's not a damn pair of shades, you twit," Renji snapped impatiently.

"So tell me," Rukia said.  "Hey, this is pretty serious. You're not joking around."

"I missed you," Renji blurted out, catching hold of her outstretched hand.

"And you woke me up to just tell me that?" Rukia pressed her lips together, giving a little giggle.

"No, that wasn't all," Renji snorted, tugging on his wrist.  "C'mere."

"Where?"

"Here," he insisted. She twisted her wrist out of his grasp and then launched herself on him.

"So you want to wrestle is it?  Getting slow, Mr. Vice Captain?" she teased, knocking him over.  Renji growled as she landed on top of him, straddling his chest.  Her hands danced over his ribs tickling him.

"I'm not...hey... I'm serious damn it! Stop interrupting me... you...." he gasped, then jerked his body so she rolled over and he was atop her.

"Renji, get off of me you big lummox!" she urged, pushing up and twisting so she flipped him again.  Then sitting hard on his stomach she grabbed his wrists and pinned them down. Renji flashed a white toothed grin and simply laid back, his brown eyes gleaming hungrily up at her.

"You seem to be comfy enough, so I'll say it now, Rukia," Renji said with a nervous chuckle.  His body was tense but he put on a veneer of calmness.

"Dream on," Rukia stuck her tongue out at him.  She poked her finger into the dark tattoo marks on his neck, with feathery touches.

"Always thinking I'm kidding.  That's so unfair, Rukia," Renji complained.  "You never listen to me when I've got something SERIOUS to say."

"Because what you've got to say sounds so laughable, that's why," Rukia teased.

"I'm not joking Rukia.  Stop playing like we're kids!" Renji growled, sitting up and breaking her playful hold.  She slid into his lap, feeling her body and his tense.  His arms imprisoned her there when she tried to move.

"What?" she grumbled.  "I thought you were just yanking my robe.  You used to sneak me out of the house before to see me.  Isn't that what you had on your depraved mind?  You said you missed me."

"That wasn't ALL I had to say, squirt," Renji said seriously, rubbing her back in a way that was far beyond familiar.

She watched the twisting of his dark brows, adorned with the tribal marks. His sunglasses obscured them, but she could tell the intensity of his gaze he was struggling to find the words.  She was not helping by diverting his attention.  Squirming on his robed lap as she was while he kept her held down.  A low moan escaped his lips and he clamped his mouth shut.

"What is wrong with you?" she asked.  

"Nothing wrong with the way you're wiggling like that," Renji mumbled.  His arms tightening around her, pressing her to his chest as he turned her to straddle him.

"Renji knock it off. I'm not in the mood for this bullshit," Rukia cautioned.  "Unless you want a frozen set of extremities."

"It's not bullshit Rukia.  I... missed you.  And I... I needed to be with you," Renji half moaned, half growled.  His dark voice shivered her and Rukia felt something stir under her.  Caught as she was with his greater strength holding her and his brown eyes gleaming she suspected what he was trying to say.

"Renji, we know this won't work," Rukia chastised him.  "We know each other too well!"

"I don't know you as you are now, Rukia," Renji protested.  "It's been forty years!  I feel like I hardly know you, and you have no fucking clue what's gone on since then."

"Are you still on that?" Rukia snorted. "Renji, just drop it."

"I can't. Not anymore Rukia," Renji gritted his teeth.  "I wanted to tell you when Byakuya and I went looking for you.  Why do you think that...?”

"You already told me all that.  I know how much you care about me.  I feel the same.  But you're like my brother."

"You already have a brother, and he's not me," Renji said firmly.  

"Come on Renji don't be like this," Rukia sighed.  

"Don't be like what? What are you scared of, Rukia?" Renji asked, cupping her face with one strong hand. She drew in her breath sharply to feel the tenderness in his caress.

"I'm a Kuchiki. I don't frighten easily," she aristocratically stuck her chin out, looking every bit like her older brother.

"Exactly.  So show me that Kuchiki mettle and hear me out. I will not be denied, Rukia. No bullshit.  I know what I have to say and you told me to spit it out so here it is," Renji quickly snapped.  His words were an angry string, voice raised, but she heard the undertone of passion in them.

"So?"

"I want you," he said.

"You learned THOSE words hanging out with Ichigo's little friends, and you call them immature?" she joked.

"No, want you as in WANT you.  Like you as in LIKE you like you," Renji found himself saying. "Aw damn it... you know what I mean!"

"And you say I've spent too much time around humans," Rukia giggled, using humor to divert the pounding of her heart and the stirring under her sensitive bottom.

"Gahhh," Renji cursed, glaring at him with the same amount of frustration she had seen him display whenever he was tongue-tied.

"I'm not stupid, Renji.  I know how you feel," she said with what he interpreted to be a patronizing tone.  She stroked his distinct sideburns, and then slid a finger along one distinctively tattooed brow.  

"Don't screw with me," Renji warned.  "Unless you'd like to... really... SCREW with me another way."

He snapped his mouth shut and she saw the distinctive hint of a blush over his face.  Slowly he let her go and lifted her off his lap.  "Fuck it.  This was a stupid idea," he muttered. "I'm sorry to wake you up.  Forget what I said."

"Renji," Rukia sighed, catching hold of his shoulder. Sulkily Renji turned his back to her, hugging himself tightly.  She felt the waves of embarrassment wafting off him.

"What?" he snorted.

"I am listening to you.  I wasn't making fun of you I just..."

"You blew me off.  I should have expected you would just do that.  I am just an old friend, right?  Like a damn brother? Fuck, I get it.  Just drop it. Forget what I said," Renji complained, throught gritted teeth.

"Renji shut up and listen to me now," Rukia shouted.  He sullenly glanced at her over one shoulder.  Then he felt her climb onto his lap, so they faced on another and her hakama-clad legs straddled his hips.

"You... what..." Renji spluttered when she slipped her arms around his neck and embraced him tightly.

"I was just telling you I know how you felt, and you interrupted me," she said, her face buried in his shoulder.  He felt a soft kiss on the dark lightning bolt shaped tattoo on the groove of his neck.

"But you WERE blowing me off.  You said it wouldn't work," Renji reminded her.

"Yes I did.  But I realized how much it hurt you when I... just hearing what you said and how you said it.  I realized I was not giving you a fair chance.  And that's the least I can give you now," Rukia said shyly, tingling with that strange desire.  

"You sure had me thinking that you didn't even want to think that you and me could... you know... have something different, something more... well..." Renji fumbled for the words that eluded him.

"You had me at 'You already have a brother," Rukia admitted, lifting her face from his shoulder. Now she was able to look him in the eyes, with a soft acceptance in her violet gaze.  That fond gleam he hungered for was there, possibly with more.  Reaching up she grabbed his sunglasses and pushed them further up off his head, before tugging them off his ponytail.  They dropped to the grass.  He felt the weight of her eyes following the lines of his markings, and felt suddenly lay bare.  

"Took that long for you to hear it?  And you say I'm slow?" Renji chuckled lightly

"Just how far do they go?" Rukia wondered.

"I was wondering when you'd asked me that," he smirked, with a lusty gleam in his eyes.

"You did all this to impress the girls?  Bullshit," Rukia lightly smacked him on the side of the head.

"That's the answer I give people who won't shut the hell up and mind their own damn business," Renji laughed.  

"So that's why you're so sensitive when I tease you about the eyebrows eh?" she said, reaching for the sunglasses.  He held them in one hand, while keeping the other securely around her back.  Then he rested them on the ground at his hip, and used that hand to cup her cheek.  His thumb traced over her bottom lip, while his eyes grew deeper with desire.  Lips parted and she saw the prominent sharpness of his canine teeth, his tongue licking them.

Her own tongue ran along her bottom lip, and Renji's eyes gravitated towards it.  The lump in her throat at that moment choked off what she would next say.  Swallowing hard she traced the pattern on his brow, and then slid her fingers into the tight captured locks of his hair.  He had touched her when in their gigais, but in their soul forms it felt so much more real and intense.  Not dulled by the limited senses of flesh.

Renji tugged her face to his, and she felt the pressure of his tongue running over her lips.  Her mouth closed in surprise, but welcomed the contact of his.  Rukia threaded her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers and drinking in the pressure of his lips moving over hers.  She could not resist the urge to open her mouth under his and run her tongue along the edge of his sharp teeth.  She tasted wasabi and something else pungent and addictive.  Through their merged mouths, Renji moaned in satisfaction.  Rukia dominated the kiss, pushing her robe-clad chest to his. He leaned back, so she landed atop him and he stretched out with her slight weight astride the male soul reaper's body.

"I've waited a long time for this," he confessed when she released him from the kiss.  Tenderly he pushed at the strand of hair crossing her face.  He felt he could drown in her amethyst sight and never want to leave it.

"I think we should go somewhere and talk about this some more, Renji," Rukia said, voice deeper with passion.  He loved the throatiness in her tone, and how she stretched out on top of him before shifting to straddle his pelvis.  Suggestively she ground her hips down.

"Why?" he asked.

"I'm not going to screw with you in the middle of nowhere, even if nobody can see us.  I'd rather have a roof over my head and a mat under your back," said she.

"Or you under me?" Renji grinned.

"Promises, promises," said Rukia, reluctantly getting off him.  He groaned, feeling the tightening in his loins and thanking the gods that Shinigami robes hid erections.