A/N: So another new story. If I don't get a fair amount of reviews I probably won't continue this story. I'm totally bummed out by the lack of response to my other story A Game of Pretend. Totally bummed out. I'm trying this weird kind of format. Bear with me please.

When Pigs Fly

Chapter 1: The Wine is Mine

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"Thanks for the booze."

Ichigo was still seething from losing the last bottle of good Chianti to some tiny, RUDE little woman. Even though it'd happened an hour ago he could still feel the heat radiating off of him. He wasn't one to dwell, but it was such a random encounter.

Ichigo was standing in the aisle, staring at the shelves while trying to decide on a wine. He was back home after spending several months abroad promoting and filming movies. If he didn't pick just the perfect wine then Orihime would certainly make a big deal of it. "Cabernet, Merlot, Pinot Noir..." He muttered the types of wines to himself, he knew nothing about wines. Finally, he decided on a bottle of Chianti, there was only one bottle left, so he figured it must be popular.

As he reached to grab the bottle a tiny hand reached out from the side of him and swiped the bottle. "Hey!" Ichigo looked over and was surprised to see a tiny woman in a wearing a pair of Converse, pair of jeans and a baggy tee shirt holding the bottle. She had jet blag hair that framed her face and huge dark eyes which were fixed on the bottle of wine. "I was reaching for that!" Ichigo heatedly said to the tiny woman. She flipped a piece of her bangs out of her dark violet eyes and shot him an unsympathetic look.

"So, I got it first. You snooze you lose buddy." The woman challenged him with her violet orbs locked onto his brown ones. "You should have been quicker." She placed her hand on her hip and Ichigo nearly laughed at how young she looked while holding a bottle of wine.

A deep frown set on Ichigo's face as he stared at the woman. "You can't even be old enough to BUY alcohol." The woman stared up at him, a look of irritation set on her face and Ichigo couldn't help but notice that she was pretty decent looking when she was irritated.

She pushed herself up onto her tiptoes and pushed a pointed finger into Ichigo's chest."Excuse you! I certainly AM old enough." Her voice was low and warning, her dark eyes flashed at him.

Running a hand through his spiky orange hair he attempted to rationalize with the woman."I'm pretty sure my friend would really like that wine. How about I give you an extra $10 for the wine."

Her face showed confusion for a moment. "Nah, I think I'll take this one."

"I'll give you $20."

"You're not very smart are you?" The woman snorted a laugh. "You're better off just using that extra $20 to get a more pricey wine." The woman flashed Ichigo a triumphant smirk and strolled away. "I'd go for the Merlot. It goes with everything."

Ichigo's mouth dropped open and he pondered how the woman was able to walk away in jeans and a baggy shirt, with so much confidence as if she owned the world. "Thanks for the booze." With her back to Ichigo the woman held up the bottle and wave it in the air as she disappeared around a corner.

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Ichigo aproached the museum, it was a late night exhibit showing off local artwork. Carrying in the bottle of Merlot he started scanning the room for familiar faces. That was when he began to hear the whisperings.

"Oh my God it's Ichigo Kurosaki!"

"I can't believe we're in the same place!"

"Is he still dating that model?"

Ichigo was beginning to regret coming to the museum at all until he spotted his old friend Chad. "Glad you made it." Chad said with a nod. He was a tall guy, pure muscle, the pinicle of health, that's why it never surprised Ichigo that he become a kineosiologist. "Orihime's in the back doing something with food. You brought wine." Chad began to chuckle slightly. "I hope you picked better this time." Just then a red head with long hair came rushing out of a side room carrying a tray. She spotted Ichigo and smiled broadly at him. After placing down the tray she approached Ichigo and straightened her pale pink cocktail dress.

Flinging her arms around the man she tried to rein her excitement "I'm glad you made it! Is this for me?" Orihime stood back and admired the bottle in his hands.

Awkwardly Ichigo handed his childhood friend the bottle. "Ya, I hope it's an okay kind." Orihime looked at the wine for a moment, examining it then smiled.

"It's perfect. It goes with everything."

Chad and Ichigo both sighed with relief. The last time Ichigo bought Orihime a bottle of wine for dinner, Orihime went on an hour long tangent about how the kind he'd chosen didn't go along when what she'd prepared. Then it turned into a huge lecture where she taught all of then what kinds of wines to use with certain kinds of foods. Luckily, this time he wasn't sent to pair it with what she was making. It was just wine.

Orihime smiled up at the angry look on Ichigo's face. "Always frowning." Orihime chirped happily. "Hey look it's Uryuu!" Ichigo turned around to see the man. He'd changed very little since high school. He was lanky, kind of nerdy, with glasses and black kind of long and in Ichigo's opinion, girly hair.

"Ichigo." Uryuu greeted evenly. Despite the fact they had completely opposite personalities they were pretty decent friends.

"Uryuu."

Orihime giggled happily. "I'm so happy everyone is here!"

"What about Rukia?" Uryuu asked as he pushed up his glasses on his nose. Ichigo gave Orihime a curious look.

"She's coming too." A look of surprise crossed Orhime's face. "You haven't met Rukia! She's my new roommate. She's really nice. I've known her for a while, but we just moved in together before you left for your last movie."

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"Hi you guys!" Ichigo froze, his spine tingled at the sound of that irritating voice behind him. It was her. He turned around and faced the woman who'd snaked the bottle of Chianti away from him.

"YOU!" Ichigo hissed to the woman who continued to smile innocently.

"You guy's have met?!" Orihime clapped excitedly. "This is great!"

"We actually ran into each other earlier. When I was buying this!" Rukia handed Orihime the bottle then glanced at Ichigo with a grin. The redhead's eyes lit up with joy.

"My favorite." Rukia looked over at Ichigo, a glint of mischief in her violet eyes. Ichigo frowned even more and before he opened his mouth to tell the whole story Rukia shot him a warning look. "Thanks for the wine Rukia! I gotta go put out some more appetizers. I'll be back." Orihime said before bouncing away.

"I'm Ichigo Kurosaki." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"The actor?" Rukia asked with an irritating high pitched falsetto.

"The actor." Ichigo mimiced.

"I'm Rukia Kuchiki. It's nice to meet you." Ichigo's eyes widened.

"From the Kuchiki clan? Who owns half of Japan?"

Rukia giggled. "The one and only."

"Is it true your family can be traced back to the 1600's? What are you doing living with Orihime? I'm sure you could afford several apartments on your own."

Rukia smiled up at the actor. "You ask a lot of questions. If I didn't know better I would swear you're star struck."

Ichigo squinted down at the woman with suspicion. "Your voice sounds stupid. Are you sure you're the same chick from the store?" Rukia's eyes narrowed darkly. Uryuu and Chad slowly backed away from the pair, unwilling to get sucked into the argument that was sure to occur.

Once Rukia noticed the others in the party disappeared she spoke. "You're a real charmer." Rukia scoffed, her voice now in it's normal tone.

"There's that masculine voice I remember." Ichigo chuckled as he shoved his hands into his pockets. The woman stared at him loathsomely and gently pushed her bangs from her eyes.

"How you manage to get work is a surprise to me." Rukia said before walking away from the man to leave him alone. For a moment Ichigo stood, admiring the way that Rukia walked away. Her gentle hips swaying, the same way that they swayed when she disappeared earlier. Rushing up to catch her he followed her to the appetizer tables. Grabbing a plate he followed Rukia as she picked up some pieces of food.

"So you're familiar with my work?" Ichigo asked with a cocky grin. Rukia turned to the man, flipping her hair and shooting him a pointed look.

"Don't flatter yourself. I've seen a few films. Nothing worth writing home about." Taking a bite of one of Orihime's famous tarts and savored the flavors.

Ichigo looked at the woman doubtfully. "Really?"

"Really." Rukia stated firmly. The pair went around the museum checking out some of the paintings and sculptures.

Suddenly, a woman next to Ichigo tapped him on his shoulder. "You're Ichigo Kurosaki right?" The woman asked, puffing out her chest suggestively.

"Sure am." He said with a cocky smile. Rukia rolled her eyes as she continued down the wall.

"I'm a huge fan. Would you sign an autograph?" Ichigo took a cocktail napkin and pen from the woman and scribbled down an autograph. The woman giggled and she handed him her phone number afterwords. "Maybe if you're not busy, you'll call me?"

Rukia heard this and tried to muffle a snicker. Ichigo looked down the table at the clearly amused woman. Rukia rolled her eyes and went to admire some other artwork while Ichigo stayed to chat with his new 'friend'.

Orihime entered the room and searched for Ichigo. Politely she stole him from his new 'friend' and brought him over to chat with Uryuu and Chad. "When are we all going to have dinner together?" Orihime huffed. "You know. The old gang." She asked with a hopeful smile. Rukia awkwardly took a sip of her soda. Despite the fact she'd lived with Orihime for 6 months, she still didn't feel like she was a part of their group, even though Orihime insisted that she was. Rukia smiled up to Orihime, trying to mask her discomfort then excused herself briefly to refill her cup.

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After setting on a date and time Ichigo approached Rukia once again. Rukia sighed and looked around the room. A few curious eyes were watching Ichigo and her interaction. "Do you really have to follow me?" Rukia asked with irritation. "People are going to get the wrong idea. I'm pretty sure I don't need to be on the front of some gossip rag tomorrow morning." Ichigo discreetly looked around and saw that there were a few people who would steal glances at the two.

"Are you sure it's me?"

Rukia looked up at Ichigo incredulously. Of course it was him, who wouldn't stare at him, he was sexiness incarnated. Tall, dark, brooding, muscly, Rukia fought the urge to ogle Ichigo. "Of course it's you." Rukia hissed, looking at the man seriously. "There's a reason I'm not being blasted on TMZ and every gossip magazine in the stores. It's because I keep a low profile." She slowly made her way towards a serious of intricate sculptures.

"I'm not being flashy or anything. It's not like I'm going up to people telling them who I am asking them to take pictures of me." Ichigo glared down seriously at the woman.

"Whatever." Rukia grumbled to the man. "Just keep your hands to yourself Movie Star." She threw an amused glance backwards towards the man. "I don't need my reputation tainted.

"Are you bipolar or something?" He asked with a semi-serious look to the woman. "You're pretty moody."

"Idiot." She muttered with a miniscule smile.

A/N: Sorry if they're a little OOC-y. They're adults at this point, so I figured they would act a little different from when they're teenagers.