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Ichiruki Week Day 4- Power Couple

Summary: (Business AU) Rukia is being forced to marry the son of the Kuchiki Corporation's biggest rival, but it's her own life and she'll be damned if she doesn't get a say in her own marriage.

AN: at first I had no idea what to do but while on the bus and watching the city pass by I was smacked with the idea of a power couple and bam I had 3000 words written before I knew it xD

Pairing: Ichiruki

Rating: T

“I refuse!” Rukia stood up and slammed her fist on the desk glaring at her brother. She never spoke up against her brother, but today was different. If she listened to him blindly, it would change/ruin her life, and she wasn’t going to let that happen.

“I wasn’t giving you a choice,” He turned around with his hand on the knob and gave her his signature icy glare. She felt her heart stop and nearly gave in to him like she usually did but then she thought about what was going to happen to her, and she swallowed her fear the best she could.

“Nii-sama, I can’t just marry someone because you tell me to. What about my plans in life?” He only kept up his stare giving her enough time to wonder if she should have spoken up at all.

“I’ve already told you the reasons behind the marriage. This is for the benefit of everybody both for our and his family’s future.”

“This isn’t the fifteen-hundreds; you can’t just arrange a marriage and expect me to go along with it! I don’t even love him or know him for that matter,” She stared down at her clenched fists on the desk unwilling to meet his eyes. She had to be rational, or she wouldn’t get anywhere with him.

“You’ll be meeting him later tonight. His family has invited us over to celebrate the proposal, and you will attend. If you are still dissatisfied after that, then we may discuss it later.” With those words he left her alone in her office.

Damn him! She sat down behind her desk and bit back the urge to scream bloody murder. Rukia couldn’t find it in herself to truly argue with her brother, ever since his family adopted her she always felt she wasn’t good enough for him and by arguing- now wasn’t the time for thoughts like that. Owner of several buildings under the Kuchiki corporation and she still wasn’t even allowed a word for her own marriage. They only used her to fit their interests; even her brother barely tolerated her presence.

She turned her chair around and looked out the windows with a perfect view of the bustling city. Anybody else would be ecstatic to have what she did at her age. She did everything right and still wasn’t happy with her life. She bit her lip, now was not the time to cry over something so petty. She would meet the boy and after that she would confront her brother, the solution was that simple. At least she hoped it would be that simple.

“Are you ready?”

She took a deep breath in held it and released it slowly feeling every last wisp leave her lungs, “Yes.”

They walked forward towards the large house. She was oddly nervous; it wasn’t like the marriage was going to go through anyway, so there was no reason to be nervous meeting the man. That still didn’t make her stop fussing with her dress and hair making sure everything was in place. Her hair was too short, just ending below her ears, to do anything besides brush it, but she still wanted it to look presentable.

Byakuya gave her one last once over and knocked on the door. He was dressed impeccably, was always dressed perfectly, but tonight he excelled. Dressed in a tailored suit fit perfectly for his tall figure and his hair sleeked back he would turn heads without trying. Looking closely at him even he seemed slightly anxious and that oddly soothed her nerves. The door opened revealing a bubbly woman with a brilliant smile.

“Hello, welcome to our home! You must be Byakuya Kuchiki I’ve been talking to your father about all the arrangements, and it’s nice to finally put a face behind the name.” The beautiful woman looked over at Rukia and her smile lit up more, “and you must be the lovely lady marrying my son, Rukia.”

She held out her perfectly manicured hand, and Rukia took it giving it a firm shake. “Yes, It’s nice to meet you.”

She bowed slightly to the impeccable woman. She was everything Rukia tried to be and more. Perfectly polished hair that fell in ringlets across her back, beautiful brown eyes decorated with simple but professionally applied makeup, and an outfit coordinated sublimely with every last piece of jewelry matching to a T.

Rukia could only assume she was just as good in a meeting room getting everything she would ever need by just that smile and with the wit she could see in those clear eyes. She took whatever she wanted and she worked hard for every penny, “It’s nice to meet you Rukia. I hope we can get to know each other so much better since I’m going to be your stepmom. I’m Masaki Shiba-Kurosaki.”

Rukia frowned she had only thought it was Shiba. Masaki laughed at the face she was making and responded, “I refused to get rid of my last name but Isshin insisted on keeping Shiba just for the business side of things and in the end we decided to hyphenate would be easiest for all of us.”

She recognized both names easily enough they were two of Kuchiki’s biggest competitors but she hadn’t realized they had merged. She assumed their marriage must have been the trigger behind that, and now her own marriage to their son would lead to yet another merge creating an even larger business. If the wedding is a success, it would lead to many great things. That’s why Nii-sama was so adamant about her going along.

“Why don’t you two come inside, dinner is almost ready.” She stepped aside, and they walked into a large foyer with a grand staircase and beautiful decorations, and it all screamed money. All of this could be hers if she went along with their plans, and she wanted none of it accept control of her own life.

“Here for your family,” Byakuya pulled out a small finely wrapped present from his coat pocket and handed it to Masaki. She beamed at him and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“Aren’t you just the perfect picture of edict. I’ll open this later first let’s get something to eat. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m hungry!” She turned away from them and waved her hand indicating for them to follow.

Rukia hung her jacket up and walked further into the house passing door, after door, after door. This place was huge! Maybe even bigger than the Kuchiki house. Rukia watched the pictures in the hallway grow from just Masaki and, who had to be her husband, Isshin she mentioned earlier to a large family with three kids. Only one son and two girls and she was being forced to be with him. His smile was kind enough in the pictures, but it was her life and she couldn’t just let them take it from her.

Just as Rukia was getting lost in the large house an archway opened to reveal a huge dining room within filled with perfectly polished furniture and impeccable paintings that adorned the walls. “Where could Isshin and the kids be? I’m sorry, here let me look for them you guys make yourself at home.”

She ran out the room and for the first time that evening with a frown on her face. Rukia looked over at her brother, and he looked impressed by the whole room in front of them or with the house she wasn’t sure, presumably both.

“Do you still have doubts?”

She scowled, “Of course. I still don’t know him and if anything goes wrong what would happen to the business?” There, substantial reason enough to not go along with this.

“Rukia, I would never have let father go along with this if I didn’t think it would be the best for all of us, including you.” He met her eyes, and she could see the truth behind them. He cared for her even if he didn’t show it, but it was in small things like this. She just had remind herself of that every so often.

“I’ll meet him. I’ll give it a chance, but if I don’t think it’ll work then I get to say no on the wedding.” She crossed her arms and met his eyes unwavering.

“Deal,” He held out his hand and they shook sealing the agreement. Now she just had to meet the boy.

Crash! Thud! The siblings turned around towards the sound and found a disgruntled young man lying flat on his back holding his head. “Damn it old man we don’t have time for this!”

An older man came flying towards the younger and attempted to punch him in the face, but the younger one was faster and kicked him back before any contact was made. He stood up gracefully and frowned at the unconscious man. The young man was the exact mix of his parents, his father’s strong jaw and features while he had his mother’s glorious orange hair and smile. He looked over at them and did a double take seeing them for the first time.

He walked over to them adjusting the lapels of his jacket and cleared his throat. He held out his hand first for Byakuya and then for Rukia, “Sorry about that entrance he doesn’t understand when to stop. I’m Ichigo Shiba-Kurosaki, and you must be Byakuya and Rukia Kuchiki.”

Well he was attractive she would give him that much and certainly lived a crazy life, but that wasn’t enough to agree to marriage. His handshake was firm, but he had the look of someone whose been doing business his whole life so she would expect no less. Considering how young he was she had to wonder when his parents decided to bring him in.

“See Ichigo I told you she was beautiful, so no more fussing!” Isshin was across the room and suddenly he was draping an arm around his sons shoulder faster than Rukia could even see him get up. She felt her face heat up at his compliment then realized Ichigo wasn’t too excited about the wedding either. She would have never guessed with the way he approached her but it was nice to know she wasn’t the only one put out by the news.

“Dad stop! You’re being rude to our guests.” He glared at his father and attempted to unglue himself from Isshin’s side, but his hold was strong and kept Ichigo was stuck there.

“They aren’t guest they’re going to be family soon enough! Isn’t that right Byakuya?” Suddenly the father got very serious and gave Rukia’s brother a severe look. Her brother didn’t miss a beat and smiled slightly. This was all business, and they both knew it.

“Why don’t you two get to know each other before dinner starts!” Isshin pushed Ichigo out the side door and grabbed onto Rukia’s wrist dragging them both along until they were outside and alone. “Don’t take too long you lovebirds! Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”

He slammed the door and just like that they were alone, and Rukia had no idea what to do. She was usually so well put together knowing exactly what dance to play to get the job done and without a hitch, but this one was not a performance she’d done before. How do you tell your fiancé you didn’t want to marry him?

“You seem about as excited about this thing as I am.” She looked up in surprise and met his kind brown eyes. He was even more handsome outside with the moonlight caressing his features sending half of them in shadows. He had a lot of things she would want out of a partner, but the fact she didn’t get a choice ruined it all. She looked away to the running fountain, now was not the time to waver on her decision.

“No, not particularly. Nothing against you but I had no say in the matter, and we don’t even know each other,” She walked over to the fountain and sat down watching the water fall around the central statue.

He followed after her but diverged towards a tree opposite the fountain and started messing with the branches. He looked like an enormous child hanging from one of them, and she tried to cover her laugh and looked back at the fountain instead.

He spoke up, “No you’re right it’s stupid for them to be doing all of this just for the business. You know my mother told me we would be the biggest power couple in the country, as if that would be enough of a reason to go along with things. I don’t even understand why she’s agreeing to this she already had an arranged marriage before she met my father, you’d think she’d understand why I wouldn’t want to go along, but no.”

He was rambling, and she thought it was cute. “My Nii-sama won’t even listen to me.”

She watched as Ichigo pulled himself up and started swinging until he was able to sit on a thick branch. She never climbed a tree before. He must have been able to read her thoughts because he held a hand out to her, “Here I’ll help you.”

“Oh I don’t think I should. I mean I’m wearing heels and a dress not exactly great tree climbing attire.” She held her hands up unwilling to try something so unlike herself.

“Come on it’ll be fun, what’s life without some danger?” He jumped off the tree and walked over to her holding his hand out. She stared at his outstretched hand and decided why the hell not, it was one way to make the night more enjoyable and Rukia Kuchiki liked to take risks.

“Here I’ll lift you and you just grab the branch.” Without allowing enough time to reply he grabbed her waist and lifted her above his head. It took all her strength not to flail around and grabbed the branch instead pulling herself up and spinning to sit. He only let go when she was out of reach and even kept his hands out until she sat comfortably. That did not touch a soft spot in her heart. He hefted himself up again and sat next to her on the branch.

“See it's fun,” he smiled brightly at her and it reminded her of his mother, they were both full of light. It was a smile of pure kindness, and she could easily see herself getting lost in those smiles. Nope stop that Rukia this isn’t going to happen. Marriage was a huge step from casual interest and that line was not being crossed. She started kicking her feet and flung her shoes off. She stood up and looked around for another branch to climb on.

“Wait what are you doing? If anything happens to you, your brother will kill me!” He grabbed onto her leg stopping her from climbing to the next branch. She looked down at him and gave him a devilish smile.

“What’s life without a little danger?” He stopped for a second then gave her a slow grin when he realized she threw his words back at him and let go of her leg. He crawled onto his knees ruining his pants but grabbed onto the branch she was holding. She pulled herself up, and he followed after her until they were halfway up the tree, and the branches were getting too thin for even her to attempt to go any higher. She sat down on her branch and watched Ichigo sit down on the branch under and in front of hers.

“See everything’s okay,” She smiled at him again and he grinned back at her.

“You lead an interesting life don’t you Ms. Kuchiki?” She frowned at the formality.

“Rukia, and I try to at least, with my brother and our family it isn’t exactly easy. How about you Mr. Shiba-Kurosaki?”

He smirked at her, “Ichigo, and with my family I’m actually the only sane one.”

She laughed; from what little she saw she would have to agree, “Where are your sisters? I saw them in the pictures but not in the dining room.”

He waved the question off, “They’re off at some business camp but they’ll be back in time for you to meet them before the wedding,” he seemed to catch what he said and quirked his brow at her, “That is if we can’t get this thing canceled in time.”

“I’ve got an idea why don’t we escape before dinner starts and go eat at this cute little diner in the city. I went there once with some girlfriends and the burgers there are amazing.”

His stomach growled telling her just how hungry he was, and he replied, “I’d like that. It’s better than the monkey business we’d have to do in there.”

She began crawling down the tree and so did he until they were both on the ground safe. They hid behind the tree and once they knew for sure no one was coming for them they ran out the back. Rukia picked up her shoes as they went, and they ran to the front gate. “Wait my jacket!”

Ichigo stopped for a second and looked back at her, “Wanna borrow mine? If we go back inside they might see us.”

She thought about it, “Fine.”

He held his hand out, and she took it without a second thought, as they escaped through the front lawn three people watched from the window inside.

“I told you they wouldn’t agree to a dinner.” Masaki smiled at her husband and his commentary and patted Byakuya on the back who looked miffed at his sister’s escape.

“At least this way they’ll get to know each other privately. I know my son, and Rukia may not remember us, but I watched them play together they’ll get along marvelously. This way they’ll come to the conclusion of a wedding on their terms.”

Byakuya looked less than pleased with her synopsis of the situation, but he would admit she had a point, “Very well shall we enjoy the dinner you guys so graciously cooked for us?”

“Yes right this way!” Masaki led the men into the room and smiled as she watched her son’s car pass by the window and off to wherever those two had decided to go.

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