Title: In Heaven

Summary: A body that hasn't had the ability to nurture a fetus will lead into a rally of grief and misfortunes. AU, IchiRuki.

Author's note: This idea never stopped nagging me. Lol, I just have to write this. I was searching on my playlist for a good and well-related title so I came up with this. This chapter will be brief and contains summary of my alternative universe plot. The next chapter will come out faster, I tell you. Just give me a constructive criticism and ideas. Pardon for my poor grammar and sentence construction.

Chapter 1

PART 1

His life was a disaster when he started high school. He wasn't really the type of person who skipped classes because he knew nothing. He was born genius, very intelligent. He was almost the dream of every female in his school. He had a masculine built at the age of 15 and had a very bright, orange hair. He'd used to walk around the in an early morning, usual scowl on his face and hands stuck on pockets.

Ichigo Kurosaki.

Her life was a mystery for everybody. She never opened up herself for anyone, even to her older brother. Her big, violet eyes shone a short story of an imprisoned princess, tightly clutching the cold iron drill of her room. When you looked at her, it seemed that you'll hear a faint sound of small lavender mercilessly being plucked from the still ground. She lived her life with her thick books, long bluish-white dress and a pale pink cardigan hung on her petite frame.

Rukia Kuchiki.

They've met at the age of 15.

On Rukia's way to a small bookstore at the end of the town's crossing, she saw a tall man, whom she thought was about the same age as she was, walking at the opposite street at hers. Her eyes widened when someone raced from his back, a big shovel in hands and was about to hit him. She called out but it was too late. Her heart beat sped up seeing this. She didn't want to see the same scene again. She was terribly scared of walking on the same street and will see someone die in front of her, again. Her first friend, mentor… and first love died on the same spot who tried to protect her from the town's gangsters.

Now, she didn't want this. Not anymore. Not anyone to suffer from the same fate she had submitted herself into. The man who hit the orange-haired boy stepped aback and laughed devilishly, cursing same words over and over again. She run into him, not minding her trembling shirt legs that might pushed her down to the ground. The boy was bleeding. She cried out for help and shouted back to the criminal to stop. The man gritted his teeth and tried to hit her, raising the shovel again, she crawled behind to cover the boy and conveyed her own body to protect him.

A second later, she heard a loud crash. The boy had managed to stand up and placed an arm to shield his face. Her eyes widened. For the first time in her life, she sensed courage and hope. A gust of wind touched her pale face as she horribly watched the scene above her. The setting sun reflects his bright orange hair back to her violet eyes like a mirror.

She looked around and tried to find something he could use to oppose the man. It was unfair to see someone being beaten up by another with his deadly tool. She found one long steel rod. She quickly snatched it and threw back to him, cried out that he should use it.

Soon, the boy was able to defeat the stupid man. He put away the rod and turned back, now facing her… looking down at her. He scowled.

"You know what? For a midget who tried to save me, you had a bunch of guts."

She furrowed her brows, "What? What midget?"

"Midget. You. Midget. You. Hear that?"

"What the hell? It took a thousand miles of heart beat for me to end up on saving you back there!" She yelled back.

"I can handle it on my own." He looked away.

"Oh really, so that's why you had those blood that almost drowned your stupid hair."

"This is natural, stupid."

"Huh."

Silence enveloped them. The sun was already gone and the dark sky revealed the rising bright moon. The air turned into a cold breeze that tickles their pale skin. Both pair of eyes staring on each other like they were already communicating through this, it seemed like forever.

"…and for a midget who courageously covered her small body to protect me… that's something."

"You are welcome." She smiled up at him.

"Oh." He looked away, scratching a spot on his back and suddenly winced.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Yeah, though the wound had already clotted."

"Oh, better to see a doctor for that."

"My dad is a doctor."

"Oh." She turned her back on him and walked a few steps away. Finally, she stopped and looked at his confused face. "Neh, want to do some first aid on your head?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Oh where?"

"In my house, it is located a few blocks away from here."

"Are you sure? I am a stranger, you know." He started walking up to her.

"For someone who saves me back there, you sure I am not a stranger?" she grinned as she waited him to reach her pace.

"You saved me first. I am paying back the price." He muttered and tried not to show the paint flush in his cheeks.

"Price paid." She chuckled.

"Stupid midget." He grinned.

"It's Kuchiki Rukia, carrot top."

"It's Kurosaki Ichigo."

PART 2

It has been 10 years since it happened, since they met.

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After that incident, it took another 2 weeks when they met again in a café near the place of the incident. Ichigo raised an eyebrow when he spotted her violet orbs, now smiling back at him.

After so, it became a tradition for him to see her there every afternoon, after their class. They were attending different schools. Rukia's school was a private one while Ichigo chose to study in a public. But the lad would try his best to ignore every invitations of fight against them or he would never see her again.

Even if they used to bicker and threw pointless nick names to each other, it would always indicate how closed they were. You won't see a smiling Ichigo for a day or a laughing Rukia for a second. The feeling of fullness with each other's presence just came naturally with no hesitation in the process, almost filling the gap and emptiness in their hearts. A year after, Rukia started to visit Ichigo's house. She was able to meet his family and learned that his mother died when Ichigo was still young. And to know that he wasn't really closed his Dad, who is a doctor and is always busy in his clinic, it explains a lot why he usually encounters fights. But just looking at him, with his bright, orange hair… she can't expect other brats not to envy him.

On the other hand, it took another half year when Rukia decided to introduce him to her older brother, Byakuya Kuchiki. This person was none other than the head of the Kuchiki manor, who apparently holds a title in the Japanese government and is currently the president of a huge international company that directs medico-related employees overseas. They also own 2 hospitals, one at Okinawa and the latter is at Osaka. Rukia and her brother lived their lives alone, their parents died of a tragic incident when she was still 2 years old, so she merely knew anything about them. Due to this, Byakuya was entitled to be the head of the family at a very young age. He finished his basic college degree at Tokyo University for only a year, took a law course after that.

But when Ichigo met him, he looks so simple but stern. His sharp eyes and weird hairdo made him realized how hard it is to be a Kuchiki. No wonder why Rukia seemed to have a gloomy aura impression on other people… even in him.

He talks less. He just asked his name and his family background. They took dinner in a fine restaurant across the Karakura town. When the meal is over, her brother told him something that left his jaw hanging. "Knowing that your dad was Isshin Kurosaki-san, I can't say anymore against you. You're dad became one of the doctors of our late grandfather. On the other hand, I won't tolerate you to keep dating my sister but for her sake, I'll grant you one chance." He paused and looked at him. "Be a doctor."

After the dinner, Rukia decided to take a walk with Ichigo. It was dawning winter and they were on their formal winter suit. The petite girl kept on sighing, silently watching as small puff of cold smokes exited her nose and mouth as she exhaled. She clutched her hands on her pockets and tried to warm herself a bit.

"I never thought your brother would think we were dating." Ichigo rose up his head and watched as the dark sky started to rain snow falls.

"I told him we're not." Rukia looked down on her feet, embarrassed.

The orange top scratched his head and looked down at her who looked disappointed with his previous statement. He doesn't know where to start or what to say. He didn't really know what they were. Heck, he all knew that they were friends and she started to change his life drastically. She was really important to him but he can't admit it in his own words. But he was so sure that he'd always make her feel special like that of, he would buy her a cup of coffee every week or take her home even if it isn't dark yet. But deep inside, he knew that he really loved her… more than what he could show or say.

"Ne Ichigo, what are we?" a soft voice cut his trailed of thoughts.

"Uh, I wanted to ask you the same thing." He looked away, trying to avoid her violet orbs. He knew that he'd always fall for them; no matter he tried to push those thoughts away.

"Oh…" he voice trailed in the mid-air, almost disappearing.

"Rukia…"

"Hmm?"

"I… I really don't know where to start. Damn it." He stopped in his tracks and so did she. He stared on the ground that was now covered with snow. "You see Rukia, ever since that day? My life is initially drawn to you… like you were a magnet."

"…"

"I… really don't want you to get disappointed. But hell, I was scared. What if I am not that guy you're supposed to be with?"

"Ichigo…"

"Wait, let me finish first okay?" He looked at her and she nodded back in agreement. "I… ne Rukia, can I really date you this time? This time, I won't daydream that we were together because… I want to. I like you." He placed a hand to cover his red cheeks, muttering small curses. His heart beat sped up a thousand miles per hour. Apparently, we wanted to accept some sort of rejection.

"Sure, Ichigo. I'd loved to."

His eyes widened as he stared back at her. Her big violet eyes looking straight back at him, pink flush on her cheeks and small smile playing in her lips. "Hey… don't stare at me like that. I'd melt on your hot gaze, stupid."

She chuckled as she stood up in front of him. She slowly placed a hand in his cheeks, and he, enveloping his broad arms around her, smiled broadly. She leaned her head in his chest and closed her eyes. "I'd loved to be with you Kurosaki."

"Quit that name, midget. I'll make sure you'd call yourself with that few years from now."

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Again, it has been 10 years since they met and roughly 8 years since they decided to be together. Ichigo took his medicine studies in Tokyo University with the help of Byakuya who placed him in a merely good subject professor while Rukia took her freelance writing studies in the same institution. At the same time, she took few medical-entrepreneurship studies abroad.

It took ages before Byakuya allowed them to marry each other.

When they were 20, Ichigo proposed to Rukia who gladly accepted it. Isshin and Ichigo's twin sisters approved their marriage and even gave the blessings. On the other hand, Byakuya flatly objects saying he couldn't consider such since they were still too young to be married. That's why they were forced to take differential studies for the lad's likes.

And finally, the day came. Today was the day of their wedding.

PART 3

Amidst of Byakuya's flat rejection about their wedding 5 years ago, the couple decided to live under the same roof. And of course, a lot had happened during those years. They bicker and continued on arguing some nonsense stuffs such as Ichigo who kept on saying how Rukia's artworks were disgusting and such. Small issues that will end up in huge and long day argumentation but still, in the end of the day, Ichigo would tell Rukia that they were bickering nonsense stuffs and that he couldn't attain a night of glory without her, then the small girl would climb up to him and kissed him tenderly.

It took 3 months before Ichigo proposed to Rukia that they'd do sex. It wasn't really asked for something in return or threatening. Rukia mentally admitted that she looked forward to it; she was just waiting for Ichigo to do some licks on the trail of her neck or jaw when they kissed every night.

The first night was the crowning glory. Rukia was about to get out of the shower when Ichigo opened the door and stared at her nude body lustfully. He pulled her against his hard chest and started to caress her skin with his wet mouth. His hands were almost everywhere and her moans sent hot chills in his spine. He tried to do his first attempt but ended up doing it all by his mouth. And she trusted him to make all things better. The second one was one in the kitchen but surely, even if he is a fast-learner, he can't learn everything so fast.

So when it took him the gust of courage to withdraw down her underwear and sent her the vibrating pumps he could ever give… he was almost in heaven. He was grinning all the time they do it. She loved it the way he kissed her while he pressed his own, inserting it to her adversely. He was high, she was like a drug to him… the more he did it, the more he asked for more. It was utmost dangerous. He did a lot of tricks and almost ended up doing it each day for 3 consecutive nights.

Even if Rukia enjoyed it, her body wasn't able to handle the pressure and the raging temperature she resigned herself into whenever he plumped her to their bed. She'd going to die of hyperthermia.

When they were used to the feeling and was able to handle and manage their strong yet young hormones, it felt so natural. The feeling of lust disappeared and is slowly replaced by pure love.

The couple had grown mutual strong emotions for each other. Especially that Ichigo is not the only one strong in this relationship. Rukia's maturity was really one of the golden keys.

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Today was one of the hell days they have been waiting for like forever.

TO BE CONTINUED…