Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ There You Are Rukia! Fallen Star and Adopted Stray ❯ Wanting to Defend You ( Chapter 3 )

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Title: Fallen Star Adopted Stray

Chapter 3: Wanting to Defend You!

Summary: In Ep 15 Renji spots Rukia. What does he do JUST after he starts chasing her? Not just attack her with Zabimaru D/s, HJ, M/F, Oneshot, PWP

Author: Trynia Merin

Pairing: Renji/Rukia

By Trynia Merin

Only a few short hours later Renji yawned as he kicked off his sandals. Still he was half-asleep, shaking off the haze still clinging to his brain. For hours he had tossed and turned on his futon in the small space of his vice captain's room in the Squad six barracks. Images of Rukia taunted him, and he only managed to fall into a deep hibernation at three in the morning.

Seconds later, he heard the loud knocking at his door. Yawning fiercely, he clawed the covers off himself and grabbed the nearest thing. The voice of a soldier shouted, “Vice Captain! Please wake up!”

“I'm coming,” Renji had grumbled, tripping over his own legs. He tugged the halves of his robe together and hastily tied it. Quickly he snagged a white cloth and struggled to tie it around his head. Grabbing the sliding door, he whipped it open to stare blinking into the face of a Squad 6 soldier he didn't quite recognize by name but remembered seeing during morning formation.

“Sorry to bother you Sir on your day off, but we need your help. Something's wrong with the prisoner,” he said, stepping back. Renji grumbled, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and blinked. He saw the man nervously fiddling with the piece of paper in his pocket.

“Yeah, I just woke up. What's going on?” Renji grumbled, pushing his braided hair over one shoulder. Thank kami he at least remembered to tie on his headband.

“The prisoner's not eating anything,” he said. “And Captain Kuchiki's not around. He's at a Captain's meeting. The Third seat officer wasn't sure how to handle things so I figured I'd let you know…”

“Don't worry about it. No big deal,” Renji reassured the man, yawning. “Say, you're a new recruit aren't you?”

“Yes Sir, Vice Captain Abarai sir,” he nodded. “Came in from squad 3.”

“All right, give me five minutes and I'll get over there. You can tell the third seat I'm on my way okay?” Renji had next said.

It was a short two-minute walk from his barracks to the prison. Renji after only a month knew his way around the complex far better than the previous vice captain had. He had never been late to a meeting with his captain yet and intended to stay on Kuchiki's good side. Therefore, when he kicked off his sandals he tugged the card key out of his robe pocket and strode confidently inside the prison complex. The third seat officer quickly gave a report of what had happened and Renji eagerly sipped a cup of tea so he could wake up by the end of it.

“I'll handle it,” he said, noticing the relief in his third seat's face.

Through the massive squad six door he marched, glad he had taken the time to fix his hair properly and find a robe to wear that was clean. He didn't feel up to wearing his shihakusho, and most of his other civilian garments were strewn about in the dirty pile in his messy apartment. From behind the second door, the Vice Captain heard angry shouting and a whimpering voice protesting.

“Hey what's going on here?” Renji snapped, throwing the door open.

“It's his fault. He's spending too much time with the prisoner!” one of the men pointed, grabbing the scruff of the shorter person's neck.

“I'm sorry sir! I didn't mean to…,” whimpered the hunched over squad 4 member. He quivered in nervousness, his drawn face and pale complexion blanched white as a sheet.

“What's all this?” Renji asked, folding arms across his chest and glaring at the two guards pointing their weapons at the trembling figure carrying a tray.

“It's his fault she won't eat, and this little toad has the balls to say we're upsetting the prisoner! This guy's a forth squad bug,” said the second.

“Yes. I heard things were not going well. Captain Kuchiki sent me to make sure she was well cared for,” Renji said, with a frustrated look on his face. Both guards said nothing as they took in the sight of him out of uniform. That white silk kimono belted loosely with a black sash was decorated with pink floral patterns, and they wondered just how quickly it had taken him to jump out of bed and come on his day off.

“I am sorry sir, I tried getting her to eat,” mumbled the fourth squad member, carrying a tray.

“What's your name?” Renji asked him.

“H… hanataro Yamada, seat 7 of Squad 4, sir,” the skinny young man said, nervously blinking up at him. “She did manage to eat a little of the rice, but not as much…”

“Fine, give it to me. I'll reason with her,” said Renji, taking the tray from him. He glared at both of the guards mocking the fourth squad member behind him his back.

“You guys have something to say to me?” Renji glared at them.

“No sir, sorry sir!' They both barked.

“Get the hell out of here and out of my sight till you can behave like men and not kids, you dirt bags! I told you to knock that shit off!” Renji barked. Hanataro winced at his harsh words, hardly believing that the squad vice captain was on his side.

“You stay here, kid. I wanna talk to you myself,” said Renji.

“Sir shouldn't we throw him out?” asked the first.

“You questioning my orders?” Renji glared at him.

“No sir…”

“Get the hell out of here! Before I kick your asses! I'll handle things and send for you when I'm done!” Renji yelled. Both men scrambled over one another to get out as soon as they could, leaving Renji with the other young man.

“You didn't have to speak up for me sir.” Hanataro said, his eyes not meeting Renji's. He averted his gaze as many of the fourth squad members did around others.

“You tell me what's going on with Rukia. Never mind that,” Renji waved his hand dismissively.

“Well she won't talk much. She barely even looked at me and I did my best to try to be polite. I'm sorry sir,” Hanataro apologized.

“Don't worry about it. Just go back to your squad. I'll handle it okay?” Renji said. “And if those guards give you hell again, let me know.”

“But I'm only a member of fourth squad.”

“Why the fuck does that matter?” Renji snorted impatiently. “You guys do as much work as the rest of us. No reason to treat you like shit. I know us guys in squad eleven hazed ya, but Captain Kuchiki doesn't take kindly to that crap here. He wants things runnin smoothly.”

“Yes sir, sorry sir, thank you!” Hanataro almost squeaked.

“Wait, before you go, can you go to the kitchen and get me some Taiyaki?” Renji asked, lowering his voice.

“Sure sir!” Hanataro saluted, the plates on his tray rattling.

“Good. Go get that and say Vice Captain Abarai ordered it. I will stay with the prisoner and get her to eat. And nobody will be wiser okay?” Renji whispered. Hanataro swallowed hard and nodded. He quickly bowed as he rushed out the door, relieved that he had gotten off so easily.

Renji snorted and shook his head. This bullshit never ceased to amaze him. He was kind and fair to the little people who had been trampled on because they reminded him of the hanging dog days. This kid was so skittish it made him sick. Hanataro needed to grow a pair. Cupping the tray, he turned and stood in front of the cell. Her bell of dark hair was visible sticking over the red backed chair. His heart pounded in his throat as Renji wandered up on bare feet.

“I didn't realize the Vice Captain of Squad 6 remembered he was once smaller and weaker than others,” Rukia said quietly.

“You causing' trouble again for my men? Shit I can't leave you alone for a minute!” Renji scolded, his face screwed into a frown.

“You don't have to babysit me, Vice Captain Abarai,” Rukia said with crisp formality. “I will behave.”

“You need to eat dammit! I know you're on trial here, but if you don't your brother will have my ass on a platter!” Renji snapped.

“What does it matter? You know he'll push for the ultimate penalty, Renji.”

“No shit, Rukia. You should be glad he's granted you clemency this far!” Renji said. “Instead of pushing up the execution date!”

“You know as well as I do that he would seek the death penalty if he could!”

“But he's your brother!” Renji protested.

“Renji, get real,” Rukia said, barely turning her head to face him. Renji frowned, disbelieving his ears.

“Hey don't talk shit like that! I won't hear it!” he snapped.

“It's pointless to talk about it Renji. He will push for the maximum sentence. I disgraced the family. And I deserve the punishment I'll receive,” Rukia answered, facing away.

“Bullshit! I know there are many captains who would be on your side! Captain Aizen himself wouldn't stand for you to be executed for such crimes!” Renji blurted out.

“I don't find that likely. Not even Captain Aizen has that control over my brother,” said Rukia. “And you shouldn't dare try to sway him considering you served under him.”

“Rukia why are you so anxious to die?” Renji asked.

“Because I deserve it for what I've done. There's no point in talking about it,” Rukia answered, her shoulders sagging. Making a face Renji grabbed the key in his pocket and slapped it into the cell. Nobody was around at this point, and he figured that it was nobody's business considering his rank what he was doing.

“So what do I have to do to get you to eat dammit? Tie your hands up and shove this down your throat?” he asked playfully. Rukia only turned her face a bit so he could see her in profile, the sunlight gleaming against her skin and making it glow like the white clothing she wore. Snorting Renji circled round the chair so she was forced to look at him, blocking her view of the window. Still she did not look up at him. Just how could he break through the morose mood? Renji leaned down, balancing the tray on one hand. Reaching down he scooped Rukia up and heard the resulting shriek.

“What are you doing?” she yelped. Renji sat down on the chair himself then set Rukia between his knees. Her hands were bound behind her back so she could not do anything but squirm. Then Renji plopped the tray on her lap, holding her with his arm to steady her.

“Shut up and eat,” Renji growled into her ear.

“This isn't proper!” Rukia protested but Renji grabbed the chopsticks and scooped up some rice. She almost choked on a mouthful he put there.

“Didn't I tell ya to shut up?” Renji snorted.

“Aren't you afraid that Hanataro may see us like this?” Rukia asked, swallowing her rice.

“Shit,” Renji cursed, and then shoved more rice towards her lips. “If he does he'll keep his mouth shut.”

“Can you afford to be so careless Renji? I don't want you in trouble too,” said she.

“Trust me,” Renji said as she turned her head to the side. Cursing again, he grabbed some of the rice that fell down her shirtfront. She squirmed a bit, rubbing against his front. Unfortunately, his bare legs felt her body tucked between them and it was far more dangerous than before.

“Hold on,” Renji muttered, lifting Rukia up, and climbing out from behind her. He stumbled over himself as he moved to the front of the cell. Rukia knew why because of the flutter of small reiatsu present behind the door.

Renji slid the panel open to see Hanataro carrying another lacquer tray piled high with something that made Renji's mouth water. To his surprise, he noticed a pot of hot tea and two cups set next to them.

“Thought you would like some tea with these, sir,” said Hanataro politely.

“Bring me another chair, kid,” Renji said.

“Right away sir,” he said, nodding his head. Rukia turned her head slightly to watch Renji carrying the tray and setting it next to the door of the cell. She giggled a bit to smell the familiar food he loved so much. He could be such a glutton when given the chance. Still her hands were tied and she had to balance the tray on her lap to eat.

For the sake of getting rid of Renji, she would behave. Alternatively, so he hoped. Renji looked handsome in that white silk and pink flower. They coordinated well with his silky red hair. Although she wished, he would put it down occasionally from that stupid spiky ponytail. His constant teasing was diverting her from her sour mood, and she was glad for it. He always could make her laugh when things were bleak.

Still she resented him for leaving her to the Kuchikis. Why hadn't he fought for her? If he wanted to claim her as his he would have to fight. However, Rukia hated the idea of belonging to any man when she was more than capable of taking care of herself since age 8. The nobility mantle was uncomfortable on her small shoulders. Kuchiki could be a cold bastard but he had done much to help make her life as easy as possible. Even now, she was surprised that her brother allowed Renji to check on her.

Kuchiki probably had greater concerns than Renji fraternizing her, Rukia frowned. She had heard no word of Ichigo from the world of the living, and prayed that he was all right. Tears stung in her eyes when she thought of Ishida's fate. She had said nothing hearing her Brother's tale of stripping the Quincy of his powers, and cried inside, not shedding a tear.

“Damn it,” she whispered, hearing the noise of the door shutting and Renji's footsteps on the hard wood floor. The door slid open and clanged shut, startling her. She turned her head to see Renji striding up with a chair that he set next to her.

“Now, let's try this again,” Renji said, unfolding a wooden tray stand and balancing it between them. He swiveled his chair so it faced the window as Rukia's and then sat down, his legs apart. Rukia shifted in her chair, relieved that Renji was not pushing her so hard.

“You won't get me to eat with that,” she said.

“Who says these are for you?” Renji shot back, grabbing one of the fish shaped pancakes and shoving it into his mouth. She glared at him wolfing it down so quickly in front of her. Sure enough, her stomach grumbled when he reached for another.

“Can you release my hands so I can eat?” Rukia asked politely.

“What was that?” Renji asked, pretending not to hear her as he licked his fingers free from red bean paste.

“Untie my hands you idiot!” Rukia snapped. Renji turned his head and looked at her with a smirk.

“Whatever you say your highness,” he said.

“Shut the hell up,” Rukia glared at him, her face hot with anger.

“You tease me about my promotion, it's only fair,” Renji answered, placing his hand on the restraints. They sparked a bit as he struggled to use his kido and failed. Finally, he managed the right spell and Rukia felt the cord binding her wrists snake away. Then the snap at her neck collar as the cord retracted into the hole at the back of her neck.

“You still suck at kido,” Rukia said, grabbing her chopsticks and raising the bowl of rice to her lips. She hungrily ate a few mouthfuls, and then stopped when she saw Renji watching her.

“I thought you weren't hungry,” he teased.

“Shut up and eat your taiyaki, Mr. Vice Captain!”

“Gladly,” Renji laughed, grabbing another. Mumbling through mouthfuls of food Rukia ate the rest of the rice. She dipped the china ladle into the bowl of fish soup and discretely slurped them without making a noise.

A loud slurping sound made her turn her head. She saw Renji thirstily chugging down a cup, his Adam's apple bobbing. Rukia realized his neck was strong and sexy with those damn tattoos. Renji turned his head to the side, his bright red eyes catching her watching him. Rukia snorted and turned her head away when she heard his laughter.

“Made you look,” he quipped.

“Mmm,” Rukia mumbled, finishing off her soup. “You look stupid with red bean paste on your face.”

“And you have broth on your lips, so there,” Renji taunted. He bent over and dragged his chair so it was closer to hers. Rukia pressed her knees together, and stared straight ahead. Uncomfortably she tingled between her thighs just having him near.

“Are you quite done stuffing your face?”

“Mmm still a bit hungry,” Renji said slowly, his hand extending to her face. Rukia flinched when his finger rubbed at the corner of her lips.

“What are you doing?”

“Wiping the mess off your face,” Renji answered, dabbing at it with a napkin.

“Don't you have something better to do?”

“It's my day off. I spend it in any way I choose,” said he.

“But you're not leaving me with a guard,” she answered.

“I'm visiting a friend in prison. The prisoner IS allowed to have visitors,” Renji said simply.

“You still have bean paste on your face, smartass,” Rukia quipped. Renji glared at her, and she lifted her hand to rub at the mess.

However, she was not ready for him to turn his lips to the side and kiss the hand, seizing the wrist. Sighing she tried to tug it away. Yet Renji pulled her forwards, his strength greater than hers. Even though she twisted her wrist around to break his hold, his other hand flashed out and hooked around her waist.

“Relax, Rukia. I'm not going to hurt you,” Renji said.

“That's not what I'm worried about you fool,” Rukia whispered, as Renji pulled his chair so it was directly next to hers. Jerking her towards him, he slipped one bare knee under hers, and boosted her up so she sat on one thigh.

“Better keep your voice down. You don't want to get me in trouble do you?” he whispered into her ear.

“You're crazy,” she whispered.

“Nobody will notice,” Renji, answered.

“You've lost your mind, Renji,” she groaned as he nibbled on her ear and pulled her against him.