Author's note: New story! This is like…Ah old times. Where like husbands get concubines and all of that stuff, it'll be good.
Apparently this is my second IchiRuki story, so yeah; don't kill me for it being bad!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach
Rukia sighed as she readjusted her red kimono with silver leafing on it. Carrying tea with one hand and trying to tie her sash again with another was just plain horrible. But it was tea time with her husband of two years. An arranged marriage was common. Coming from the noble Kuchiki family, it was to be expected. Of course, she was set to marry and married the Kurosaki's son, Ichigo Kurosaki. It would all seem that it was alright.
Of course it wasn't.
There was always problems, the wife could have been married to an ugly, pockmarked man, or the man was just a pig, or the wife wasn't as skinny as the groom would have expected, there was just something. Even though it didn't, most of the time didn't have to deal with looks or personality wise.
Children seemed to be Rukia's problem. It had been two years since the marriage and Ichigo treated her respectfully as Rukia did the same. Yet on her wedding night with him, the first thing she told him as he tugged on the red sash that held together her ceremonial wedding kimono. Her violet eyes casting down upon his calloused hands as he pulled and tugged until it slipped through his waiting fingers and her flesh puckered with goose bumps due to the cold wind, these words escaped her lips,
"I do not wish to have children right now."
He seemed to have agreed as his hands smoothed their way to her milky shoulders and push the kimono so it fell and he took her to his/their new bed.
Even though she didn't have any children and some people seemed to have problems with it. According to the elders, she needed to have children. Stupid senile old men and women, they didn't know what they were talking about. Though, even though it came out as a spat as they ran it out of their mouths, they couldn't help but admit.
She was the perfect wife.
No one, no one testify against it nor disagree upon it. It was simply true. She opened the door to the study after gently knocking; she wasn't one for yelling or acting like a stubborn child. She was soft spoken and she was nice and calm. Always with a smile on her face, though she was taken as the ice queen, a nickname given to her by bachelors who had tried to take her hand in marriage but failed, she was going to remain single for a while until Byakuya had stepped in and gave her a push to a few other bachelors who she had never heard of and Byakuya went with her to make sure she didn't single out men because she didn't want to get married. She saw Ichigo working on a scroll, his hands making the brush drowning in ink sloppily move across her paper, his calligraphy was more messy and sloppy but readable than Rukia's. Rukia was taught by the best on how to work on her calligraphy and how to be a perfect wife. She hid her giggles with her sleeve as she saw his scowl deepen as his ink overflowed and dribbled onto the table. He wiped it up with his brush and went on writing. Rukia set the tea tray down on the table and took out the two cups hidden in her kimono sleeve and set them out and poured piping hot tea into them. He stopped his messy scrawl that he called writing and looked up when Rukia had already pulled up a chair and was sipping her tea quietly. She looked up and gestured to the cup that was right in front of him and he took it.
"How was your day today?" Rukia asked as she took a sip and Ichigo shook his head. He was sweating furiously, how could he break the situation without her getting angry? He knew his wife very well, they were kind of like best friends, and when he did something very stupid she would get brash, angry and she would glare at him until she forgave him which was usually in an hour.
"Oh nothing, I was just wondering about something." Ichigo said and Rukia raised a slim black brow.
"Your point is?" Rukia asked and Ichigo set his tea cup down and kneaded his fingers together and put them on top of his table.
"Rukia…I want to get a concubine." Ichigo said and Rukia stopped drinking her tea when she heard the word 'concubine.' She looked up and thought it was her imagination and she started chuckling, making the fan ornament in her hair shingles tinkle against each other.
"Did you just say you wanted a concubine?" Rukia laughed as Ichigo scowled deeper.
"Yes Rukia, I did say that." Ichigo said and Rukia kept on laughing, her laugh sounding like bells.
"Are you joking with me? My Ichigo, I don't remember you being a great joke teller." Rukia laughed and then looked up at Ichigo's serious face and then stopped laughing…he couldn't be…
"I'm not Rukia." Ichigo said and Rukia put down her tea cup on the mahogany cut table and narrowed her eyes.
"You are…serious?" Rukia asked and Ichigo nodded…she couldn't believe it…she was being replaced by some other girl who would just use him as a money machine…
"I believe I haven't been more serious in my life." Ichigo swallowed and saw Rukia shuddering…he knew how she felt. He expected her to feel like she was being replaced. He couldn't help it.
"And who is this girl you want to replace me with?" Rukia asked smoothly and Ichigo opened his mouth.
"I'm not replacing you; I just merely want to have another woman on the side." Rukia gripped the sides of her chair.
"You want to replace me." Rukia said through gritted teeth and Ichigo's eyes softened.
"Fine, it's Orihime Inoue." Ichigo said her name in a breathless state as he fell back into his chair. Rukia's jaw nearly dropped at the name…Orihime Inoue…
"You want to replace me with some girl who is five years younger than me?!" Rukia yelled and Ichigo was stunned, her chest was heaving in a heavy pace and her voice cracked a little from being used to yell at someone.
"Rukia, you don't have to yell…" Ichigo tried to soothe her, but it wouldn't do. Rukia glared at him, her amethyst eyes glowering at him with hatred and anger.
"Why do you want a concubine Ichigo, why do you?! We've been perfectly married for two years, and I have been nothing, nothing but a perfect wife!" Rukia said through grinding teeth, her pearly white teeth grinding against each other as if in war.
"I know that Rukia but I…" Ichigo trailed off when Rukia's chair slammed back and she stood up and planted both of her small milky white hands onto his calligraphy, causing ink to seep onto her skin pores.
"But I what Ichigo, you need to tell me right now!" Rukia said in a loud voice and Ichigo sighed.
"Fine…I want heirs." Ichigo responded and Rukia felt her arms and legs go limp, of all reasons, children?!
"You want…children?!" Rukia yelled and Ichigo nodded slowly.
"I do Rukia, I'm not getting any younger and neither are you." Ichigo said and Rukia took her hands off of the calligraphy and saw it was a letter addressed to Orihime Inoue. Her kanji letters marking her name thick and bold with his neatest handwriting, the rest scribbled.
"Why didn't you just ask me, oh wait, you know I would say no, you need to wait for the right time to have children, we are only twenty years old!" Rukia told him, as her right hand shot up and her ink marked index finger stabbed in the air, pointing at his direction.
"We should have had children when you were nineteen." Ichigo stated and Rukia growled as she put her hand back down.
"Why, why would you need a concubine, I am more than perfectly capable of bringing sons and daughters into that family as much as that Inoue girl." Rukia said and Ichigo sighed…oh no.
"You seem…as if you are infertile." Ichigo blurted out and Rukia's mouth opened a little bit…infertile…infertile…infertile…infertile?!
"How dare you accuse me of being infertile?" Rukia yelled and Ichigo's back pressed against the chair even more like it was his life support.
"Well the doctors said that…" Ichigo said as he got an ink marked slap to the side of his cheek. A resounding slap was heard through the courtyard, black ink dripped onto his chin and his cheek stung. Rukia glared at him.
"The doctors said what Ichigo, enlighten me." Rukia said as she didn't bother staring in horror at her hand…he could have her killed yet he calmed down and faced her.
"The doctors said you were giving off symptoms of being infertile Rukia." Ichigo said calmly and softly and Rukia laughed bitterly.
"Oh Ichigo, I'm not infertile, I'll remind you that, it's not because I'm infertile, I just don't want children yet." Rukia said, reminding him of their wedding night.
"I know that, but when we grow old and we still don't have children, what if I was to die unexpectedly?" Ichigo asked as he took a handkerchief and wiped away the ink on his cheek.
"You are going to die soon if you plan on taking Inoue as your concubine." Rukia warned and Ichigo sighed.
"Rukia, you know I'm right." Ichigo pointed out and Rukia glared at him and turned on her heel.
"Fine then, you are right, I'm sorry for slapping you husband." Rukia said as she proceeded towards the door and Ichigo stood up.
"Wait, I still need your consent!" Ichigo said and Rukia stopped hot in her heels of her sandals and turned around.
"You want me to approve?" Rukia asked and Ichigo nodded slowly while taking in a large gulp of saliva in his dry throat and Rukia snarled at him. "I'll tell the chef in the morning to make a large banquet of the many bachelorettes for your liking, choose five, choose a hundred, choose a thousand, I don't care anymore." Rukia said as she flung open the door and then turned back to look at him, "Be prepared at lunch for tomorrow for your banquet and make sure you aren't late to dinner." Rukia said as she slammed the door behind her and leaned against it. She pressed the backside of her palm to her forehead and continued on.
Author's note: Hehehe, well you see…I err…um….I…well, it's kind of good? Please review! Peace!
Peace!