Hay everyone! This is my first time writing an IchiRuki fanfic.I'm so proud of myself that I finally wrote one! I'm probably gonna go on an IchiRuki crazy now though, because I have a bunch of ideas in my head and they want OUT.
Summary:These two had never met before, but were connected in away they didn't even understand. Will one dance together change their lives forever? Just some random IchiRuki AU fluff ^^
Well, I'll let you read now XD
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. I wish I did though!
They spun on the floor majestically, drawing the gazes of all of the room to them. One had raven colored hair that came to her shoulderblades and wore an elegant lavender dress that fit tightly to her torso and flowed down like a waterfall to her ankles. The other had scruffy ginger hair that looked like it could not be tamed and wore an dark grey suit with the jacket wide open, revealing an orange dress shirt underneath that fit loosely on his body. These two were complete strangers, yet they knew each other in away no other person could realize. As they danced they became closer to one another, even without uttering a single just seemed to slow down for the two as they became lost in each others eyes. But, to both of their dismay, the song they were dancing to ended and the moment was both walked over to a table and sat down before the man introduced himself.
"My name is Ichigo, Ichigo Kurosaki." He smiled and his chocolate orbs seemed to have a faint glow to them. "May I ask your name?"
The girl smiled back and her violet eyes sparkled. "Rukia Kuchiki."
Ichigo picked up her hand and bent to kiss it. "Pleasure to meet you." He smirked slightly.
"Same here, and might I add you're an amazing dancer, Ichigo." Tucking some stray hair behind her ear, she crossed her legs and a smile formed onto her face.
Around them, the world didn't matter anymore. They were the only ones that existed in the time the two shared together. They took no notice to the whispers and pointing, or to the smiles and disapproving looks. They only paid attention to them, because that's all they cared for. They talked, laughed, and danced until they were the last ones in the room and the orchestra had left long ago.
"Do...do you have a ride home? Because if you don't..." Ichigo trailed off awkwardly as the two walked out into the cold night air.
"Well, Mr. Smooth," Rukia started with a laugh. "I actually don't. And yes, you can give me a ride."
"Haha, very funny midget." He retorted as they started to walk over to his car. Rukia just rolled her eyes and slowly slipped her hand into his.
The two ended that night with a simple but sweet kiss in front of her home. But that wasn't the last time they would see each wouldn't allow these two beings that were meant for one another end it there. No, the two would see each very soon, whether they're ready or not.