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Do Not Pass Go

One-shot

Pairing: Renji x Rukia

Warnings: M/F, Strong sexual situations, Language, Spoilers if you are new to Bleach. Angst?

Timeline: This takes place around volume 6 or 7 of the manga-it's when Rukia's in prison awaiting her execution. It's also a little plot bunny that has been hopping carelessly in my mind. Who knows, I may never finish my Wonka fics at this rate.

There's a part where I ...paraphrased? Yeah, I guess that's the word... part of the dialogue from the manga because it... it just fit so well into it. I know, I know. I'm lame.

Bleach is not mine! If it was, I'd be rich, but I'm not. So I conclude it isn't mine due to the fact that I'm poor. That, and my name isn't Tite Kubo.


She was in prison. Her crime? Simply put, evading the Soul Society and Illegal Transfer of Powers to a human. The usual penalty for such a crime in the past had been an elongated sentence. Renji couldn't remember a case of this happening in his lifetime, but in the textbooks there had been one other person who had done this offense and in the end, that person lived.

So why was Rukia being sentenced to death?

It didn't make any sense. Renji thought that Byakuya would fight for her life. He honestly thought that. How else could he have agreed to bring her back? He's her brother, even if not by blood. He had to have some sense of brotherliness to her, didn't he? He couldn't possibly be that heartless, could he? Renji didn't know anymore. All he knew was that he was going to visit her again today.

He had gone yesterday when he had been off-duty and talked to her some. Now he was on break for lunch and he decided to spend more time with her. One of the members of the 4th division was just leaving, probably had been cleaning her cell. He nodded at him slightly and continued towards the cell. She was still sitting on that lonely chair, just like yesterday.

Had she at least eaten? Slept? He wasn't sure. It worried him. At this rate, she wouldn't even survive until her execution. He shook his head, and cleared his throat.

"You plannin' on killin' yourself before the soukyouku has a chance ta?" he asked. Rukia shifted slightly, and looked at him.

"No, I'm just not really hungry. I told you yesterday."

"Suit yourself."

"What are you doing here, Renji?"

"Nothin' I'm on my lunch. Figured I'd come an' talk s'more." He sat with his back against the bars of her cell, resting his head on them. "I hope it ain't a problem."

"It's not." She said quietly. "Just a little unnerving."

"Why the hell d'you say that?" he turned his head to look at her, seeing only the back of her and the cubic design of the chair she sat on. She sighed.

"You never really talked to me much after we graduated."

"We were on different teams." He said, shifting his weight. "And we were both busy. It's not like you went outta your way fer me." He shrugged.

"Touché." She sighed again, silently slipping from the chair and crawling to lean against the bars where he was. She was drawn to him, this much was certain. "How long is your lunch?" He jumped slightly upon hearing her voice so close to him, craning his neck to see that she had moved closer, before replying.

"I've got about an hour left." He said, looking around and noting that there weren't any guards inside the actual room. He was a vice captain-of course they trusted him. He had never broken the rules unless he needed to in order to save someone's life. Then a somewhat interesting thought ran through his mind.

He could probably come here at any time he wanted. He was a vice captain. If the 4th division could get into the cell... couldn't he as well? It should be possible. He smirked to himself, but it was hidden from Rukia.

"You're being so quiet, fukutaichou dono." Rukia teased, happy on some level that he was taking time out of his life to visit her on her final days. Don't think like that, baka! She chastised herself. It wasn't over yet-she still had a chance, didn't she? What if Renji was right yesterday? What if Byakuya really did appeal for her sentence to be reduced? She could only hope.

"I'm just thinking." He said, glancing at her. "Nothin' in particular."

"Mm. Well, don't waste your lunch break thinking. It doesn't suit you."

"What th' hell's that s'posed ta mean?" He turned to look at her sulkily. At that point, the door opened and Byakuya strode in. Renji stood instantly, a hand on the bars to balance himself.

"Kuchiki Rukia, you've been sentenced to die in 25 days. This is the final decision of the Soul Society." Byakuya looked at her coldly, and noticed his vice captain standing there with an incredulous expression on his face.

"What did you say, taichou...?"

"Do I need to repeat myself? Rukia... this will be the last time I speak to you until the day of your sentence." He replied, striding out with his usual air of superiority. Renji sank down against the bars, his eyes still widened in shock. She sat back on her chair.

He noticed her, and tried to console her, or was it more himself that he was trying to comfort? Surely, this couldn't be the end. Could it?

"Don't look so sad. Maybe... maybe they'll overturn it."

"I'm not depressed."

"Baka! Don't lie about this! HEY! Look at me!" he kicked the bars, angry more with himself for letting this get an emotional rise from him. He was a vice captain... he wasn't supposed to think of ways t break the laws of Soul Society. All he could do was let a small part of his brain fester with hatred.

Hatred of himself for not being able to protect her. Hatred towards that human boy-Ichigo, wasn't it?-for being the cause of this whole mess. Yeah, this was all because of that boy. If only she had never met him... then this wouldn't be happening. He was roused from his musings by her voice.

"The decision can't be overturned." She slumped a little more, "Don't worry. I knew this would happen."

"Rukia..."

"It's okay!" she turned and regarded him with a smile. He made a face. What the...? What was going through her mind? He wasn't even sure himself. Was this some strange dream that he needed to wake up from? He could only hope. He stared at her in disbelief, and she went on.

"You think that'd make me sad? Psh. It only makes me wanna escape more." Renji shot her a surprised look. "What's with that stupid look? Are you worried about me? 'Cause you should probably worry more about your eyebrows. I mean, what kinda freak tattoos his eyebrows anyway?"

"WORRIED? WHO THE HELL'S WORRIED? I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL YOU DIE." He screamed, stomping towards the door and slamming it on his way out. Right outside the door, he rested against it, and thought about what she'd said. Escape was impossible. What the fuck was she thinking? Was this really okay with Byakuya? He didn't know anymore.

His world was caving in and there was nothing he could do about it. He hadn't even told her... how he really felt. He felt his body sag slightly, and smacked himself with his hand.

"Idiot... you just yelled at her and said you wanted her ta die. Smooth." He muttered, dragging his hand down his face. The overwhelming urge to turn and promptly, repeatedly smash his head into the wall was hard to suppress. He had royally fucked any chances he had; his life was going to hell in a hand-basket.

She was going to die. It was all Ichigo's fault. Wasn't it?



Later that night, he made up his mind. He would apologize to her after dinner. He had to at least try to make things right in the few days he had left to tell her what he had waited too long to say. At the very least, since there was nothing he could do. He had no chance of winning against his own captain yet, let alone the other twelve. He couldn't save her, so he had to let her go.

Again.

Sighing as he walked to her cell again, he nodded at the 4th division boy again, walking past him and towards where Rukia was. This time she was sitting on the edge of her futon, her back towards him as she looked out the ornate window at the moon.

"You're back again." She whispered.

"Of course... I had to say I'm sorry fer sayin' all them mean things." He said, looking at the wall. She sat back on her elbows, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"I know you didn't mean it, baka."

"Still..." he sighed, looking at her with a more serious expression. "I had to. I wouldn't feel right, ya know?"

"Mm." she agreed, sitting back up and looking at the sky again. "The moon's so pretty."

"Yeah." He sighed, "Rukia..."

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you somethin'? Promise you won't laugh or nothin'." He leaned his forehead against the bars of her cell, looking into the space as it was painted in the moonlight. She looked so ethereal sitting there, and he knew it must be true-he loved her. Why else did this hurt so much? The thought of losing her was eating him inside.

"Renji..."

"Rukia, I-" he stuttered slightly, "I love you..."

"I know you do, why else would you be here apologizing?" she smiled at him, sadness clouding her eyes.

"Fine, I get your point. Still, do you...?"

"Of course I do. Ever since we were kids." She moved towards the bars. His heart was pounding faster, the closer she got. He wanted to show her exactly how he felt, in the only way he knew how. When she got close enough, he reached his arms through the gaps in between the bars, grabbing her robes lightly and bringing her closer to him. She gasped in surprise, her eyes wide.

"Like this...?" he asked, cupping the back of her head and bringing his lips to hers in a soft, sweet kiss. Everything he felt for her was in that kiss. He lingered for a moment before pulling back.

"Renji..." she whispered, her fingers grazing over her lips in astonishment. Even if he had told her he loved her, she hadn't expected this from even him. She looked at him, and tears began to well up in her eyes. She smiled softly, "Baka."

"So what if I am?"

"Nothing. Just..." she trailed off into a kiss of her own. There was something forbidden about this that made her insides boil with a strange sort of desire she hadn't felt since the incident with Kaien dono. Sure, she loved him, but for the longest time she'd convinced herself that it was more because he was like her family. She couldn't ... not with family ... so why did she want to now? Was it because she would die in less than a month? She broke the kiss, shaking her head. "I have no idea why I want to do this, but..." she pulled him as close as she could, crushing her lips against his fervently. He moaned softly, feeling his own building desires brought on by the possibility of being caught in something that might get him the same fate.

Granted, he'd never heard of a case in the past where someone had been sentenced to death for engaging in any sort of sexual activity with a criminal while still in prison... but right now, he didn't care about that. All he cared about was him, her, and expressing his love to her. He let her kiss him, as his hands found the key that would let him into the bars to be with her. Even if it meant that he'd be killed too, he didn't care. At least they would end up together at some point, wouldn't they? He had thought briefly about using the opportunity to get her out of there with that key, but she had the collar on that would alert the higher officials that she was on the loose. That plan was out of the question...

He parted the sweet kiss for a moment, to let himself into her cell. She stared at him as he let himself in, somewhat surprised that he had the access to do it. Well, he is a vice captain of the sixth division, after all... And this was the sixth division's holding cell. She wasn't allowed much time to think as he moved to press her against the bars, kissing her hungrily. She gasped slightly, and he let out a soft moan.

"We should... probably be quiet..." she said in between kisses, her small frame shuddering from the feelings coursing through her at this instant in time. He was all over her, his hands roaming her curves and lavishing her body with feelings she had never before felt. Her own hands trailed down his back, resting on his hips as his lips parted and his tongue danced across her own lips. Gently, he nudged his way into her mouth, tasting her for the first time. It's hard to explain, really, but the only word that came to his mind was 'magical.'

Moving on pure instincts, his lips trailed to her neck and teased her sensitive areas. She bit her lip in order to keep the moans that were rising from her at bay. It was all she had in her to try to keep still while he teased her with his lithe tongue. Smirking, he let his hands wander into uncertain territory as one grasped a small breast and the other cupped her rear. She gasped again in that way that made his groin tighten and he nipped her neck softly. He pulled away from her to untie her obi and slide the simple yukata off of her shoulders. He admired her naked body in the soft glow of the full moon.

She shivered, the cooler air made her nipples react in conjunction to the situation and she whispered a moan. Renji licked his lips, smirking in a lascivious manner. Before she could protest, he was kissing her stomach, tickling her in a way that left her panting for more.

As long as they consummated this, she thought she could die happily. At least her life would feel complete.

He gripped her sides, nibbling her just above her hip as one hand slipped down to touch her in her most intimate spot. She wriggled in pleasure, whimpering softly, her efforts to remain quiet were getting futile. She bit back a moan as he brushed her lightly, teasing her and making her squirm. He smirked at her, before lowering his face down for a soul-wrenching kiss that told her everything he felt for her at that moment. She arched her back and her hands began to toy with the top he wore. They parted for a moment, and she spoke.

"Off..." she said in a breathy whisper, tugging on the shihakusho he wore as his uniform. He chuckled softly, nodding in bemusement as he untied the ties and slipped the pants and fundoshi off to provide her with any access she might want. Her hands followed her eyes to his erection, resting on it lightly as her fingers danced over it teasingly. He closed his eyes, biting his lip to keep from groaning too loudly. A small smirk graced her lips as she played with his desire like this. Her other hand moved to his balls, cupping them and feeling their weight as she trailed her fingers across the length of the shaft.

"Rukia..." he whispered, leaning in for another kiss. She kissed him back, but didn't relinquish her hold on him. She smiled wider when he pulled back in surprise as her fingers toyed with him further, and she decided that playtime was over. Forcing him to sit on the chair she had occupied for the last two days, she dipped her head between his legs and took his length into her mouth. His eyes widened and he threw his head back in a silent scream, feeling her warm, wet mouth surround his member.

His hands held her shoulders as she sucked on him. He was panting from it, his body shuddered as he tried to keep as quiet as he possibly could-something that was probably making this feel even more erotic. It was just the fear of getting caught and the adrenaline that it created. His abdomen tightened involuntarily and she was off of him, suddenly. He frowned.

"Why'd ya stop?" he asked, catching his breath. She smirked, straddling him while cupping his face and kissing him passionately. When she pulled back, she replied to his question.

"Because it's your turn."

"Oh, Gods..." he whispered, kissing her again. Parting for a moment, he asked, "Then shouldn't you be sitting here?" as a small smirk graced his features. She pecked his lips, and switched positions. Licking his lips, he smiled as he spread her legs apart.

Slowly, reverently, he kissed her inner legs starting from the knees and working his way to her sensitive thighs. Sucking on the tender skin of her inner thighs, he nibbled softly, eliciting a small moan from her. His fingers reached her folds as he kissed her leg, stroking her slowly and in a teasing manner. She was so slick and wet, and he ached to feel this moisture elsewhere. Her scent was invasive, filling his body with carnal desires he had been repressing for so long. She took in a sharp breath as he finally moved his hands to her knees, and spread her legs farther.

He dipped his face down to taste her. It was like nothing he'd ever tasted before. It was strange, but addictive and he couldn't get enough. A small moan issued from his own lips as he plunged his tongue into places he never dreamed he'd be kissing. Rukia's head thrashed from side to side, her hands that gripped the sides of the chair she sat on were white-knuckled. Her breathing was erratic and labored, and she felt like her heart would explode from her chest at any moment. This was exhilarating and she couldn't have asked for more in her final days.

Renji stopped suddenly, pulling his face back and licking his lips seductively. He looked at her with a wild, almost feral look dancing in his eyes. Silently, he asked her if she was ready and she understood his body language completely. A simple nod was all she gave him, and he drug her from the chair and into his lap as he kissed her once again.

She could taste herself on his lips and it was one of the most erotic things she'd ever experienced. Her hands frantically roamed his back, holding him close, never wanting to let him go.

She didn't want to die.

She'd have to forget this night, or else dying would be too painful. He'd have to forget, or else he'd never be able to live without her. "Renji..." she whispered as they rolled so that he was on top of her, kissing her breasts and touching her all over. "I don't want to... die..." she moaned softly into his ear.

"I don't want you to either." He said, his eyes so sad that she half-expected them to well up with tears. "But even if I can't save you, at least you'll die knowing that I always loved you." And with that, he kissed her again, moving his body against hers in a way that created wonderful friction. Panting, they continued to kiss each other and pet each other, both wanting to drag it out as long as possible.

The feeling of her skin against his was so wonderful, like silk. His arousal ached for more, and her hands began to guide it to the source of her heat. Positioning it just so, she encouraged him to go ahead and take her. He nodded, his breath catching as he slowly slid his length into her. She hissed from a slight pain combined with the intense pleasure of this, raking her nails down his back. A soft moan wrenched itself from his throat and he closed his eyes.

Soon, his body fell into an ancient rhythm, thrusting into her at an increasing pace. They were both panting out quiet groans of ecstasy. She met his every thrust with one of her own, as they worked against each other in sexual harmony. His ponytail was falling on one side, swaying in time to their rhythm as they moved. Their bodies glistened in the moonlight, covered in a thin sheen of sweat as they made love on the cell floor.

Renji felt his abdomen tightening as the entire world zeroed into a small point and all that existed was him, Rukia, and their connection. A nanosecond later, that world exploded into a sensory paradise and he pummeled into his orgasm as a soft grunt expelled itself from his lips. He shivered as he filled her body with his seed, still moving out of instinct. A few seconds later, she whispered his name urgently and he felt her muscles clamping down on him, eliciting a few more shivers from his body.

Panting, he gingerly lay next to her, draping an arm over her possessively. "That... was amazing," Was all he could think to say about it. She nodded silently, looking at him sadly.

"I'm so sorry it has to end like this." She whispered, holding back tears.

"Don't be. You were jus' doin' what ya thought was right. I know you." He looked away. "I don't blame you."

"It was a stupid idea in the middle of a panic."

"Yeah, well, sometimes shit happens." He frowned. "He's prolly gonna try ta save you, isn't he? I mean, he tried to fight me an' he prolly woulda won... if the taichou hadn'ta stepped in."

"For you to admit it is pretty... odd." She looked up at him; strands of red hair were falling into his face from the mussed ponytail. He snorted quietly.

"Remember, we get limits put on us."

"Right, right." She smiled. "I keep forgetting your new rank." She kissed him softly on the lips again, "Thanks for tonight."

He smiled, laughing slightly as he said, "It was literally my pleasure."

"Baka." She playfully smacked him, "you're so cheesy sometimes."

"Would you have me any other way?"

"Nah."



Quietly, Renji tucked her into her futon as he dressed himself and haphazardly brushed the hair from his face. Kissing her forehead before slipping out of the cell, he whispered goodnight to her and headed back to his office to make sure there wasn't anymore paperwork for him to fill out before tomorrow. It looked like it was nearly midnight.

"Renji." A cold voice greeted him as he slipped into the sixth division office. "Where have you been tonight?"

Renji looked at Byakuya, a small spark of defiance in his eyes. "I was out enjoying myself a bit."

"Hmph. I'm sure you were." Byakuya rose gracefully from his seat and walked past Renji, "One more slip up and you'll be joining her." And he disappeared.

"Heh, so he knows..." Renji smirked, looking in the direction Byakuya had gone and sighed in a mixture of happiness and sadness. Happiness that he had finally consummated-hell, simply telling her how he felt and the fact that she'd reciprocated the feelings were enough to make him happy. Sad, well, that was a given. She'd be ripped away from him before he'd even had a chance to enjoy her company for what was supposed to be eternity.

"This sucks..." he sighed. "The moron who said that bit about better having loved or whatever prolly wasn't talkin' from experience. This hurts more'n anything in the world." He muttered as made his way to his room, lazily scratching the back of his neck.

I'll let Ichigo fight me. If he loses, it's up to me to save her... but if he wins, he's gotta do it.

~fin~


Author's notes: I like doing things that set up future plots like this. I'm just lame. I hope you like this little fiction as much as I liked writing it. I think I did a pretty good job. Renji's dialogue in both my fics and my role playing is based on the scanlations I've read. I am of the belief that if he grew up in the 78th district, he's not going to be using proper speech patterns. I mean, seriously. He grew up in the ghetto. YA HEAR THAT, SHONEN JUMP MANGA?! cough Pardon. I am not fond of the characterization of Renji in the SJ translations, as you may plainly see. I still buy them, though... poor as I am... I like the art too much to live off of scanlations alone. Well, I'll just shut up before I start writing my autobiography here...

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