Hello peoples!

This is my first fanfic in while, so if you hate it that's fine with me. But right now it's time for the disclaimer! I could have Ichigo or Rukia do it, and that would make sense since this fanfic is about them…NAH! Let's have Byakuya do it instead!

Byakuya: Ichigo…

Ichigo:*screams like a girl" Y-yes, Byakuya-sama?

Byakuya: Stay away from Rukia.

Ichigo: *whimpers*

Byakuya: Disclaimer-watermelonxpeaches18 does not own Bleach Notice that her name is not Tite Kubo.

"Ichigo," Rukia whispered her voice low and seductive.

Ichigo turned his head around to find Rukia standing in a dangerously low cut dress and lacy thigh highs behind him. He closed his eyes as he felt her lips caress his neck, slowly sucking on his skin.

"Rukia," he moaned.

He turned all the way around to place his hands on her hips. While she was busy with his neck, he left a trail of kisses down hers. They pulled apart briefly to breathe, and stared into each other's eyes.

"Ichigo," Rukia whispered again, pressing her body against him.

"Ichigo, I love you."

xxxxxxxxxxx Ichigo POV xxxxxxxxxxx

"Ichigo."

Ichigo's eyes blurred open, only to close again in the fruitless hope that his dream was not over.

"Ichigo." There it was again. That annoying voice. When would it learn that he did not want to wake up?

There was a small pause.

"Ichigo!" the voice said, impatient now.

Grumbling incoherently, Ichigo sat up in his bedroom. Eyes blurring in and out of focus, he saw Rukia, arms crossed and standing over his bed.

"What were you dreaming about?" she asked curiously.

Ichigo was quiet for a moment, but inside he was panicking.

How did she know I was dreaming about her? Does she even know? Oh, #$%, I probably said something dirty while she was trying to wake me up!

"Nothing in particular," he said nonchalantly, praying that she didn't know.

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I don't know," Rukia deadpanned, "It just seems like whatever you were dreaming about left some…residue behind." She smiled innocently, while casually pointing at his face.

Ichigo's hand flew up to his nose. It was sticky with blood.

Crap! he thought, I gotta be more careful what I dream about.

Clearing his throat, he pleaded, "Just because I have a nosebleed doesn't mean that I was dreaming about something perverted."

Rukia grinned mischievously.

"Did I say you had a perverted dream?" she asked slyly.

Ichigo looked sheepish.

"Well, that is to say I-,uh,-you. But-!"

Taking pity on him (A.N. Or maybe not! ;3), she said, "If you don't want to tell me what it was about, you don't have to."

Ichigo let out a sigh of relief.

"But," she continued, steadily walking closer, " One day you have to tell me who it was about."

Their faces were almost touching now, and Rukia had placed both her hands on either side of him, pinning him against the wall. Ichigo was seized by a sudden desire to kiss her.

"Deal?" Rukia's voice failed to snap him out of his reverie.

Still caught up in his fantasizing about Rukia's lips, he agreed.

She smiled.

"I'm gonna hold you to that," she warned.

Ichigo, still in a daze, was slow to respond.

"C'mon, Strawberry, get up. Time to go to school!" Rukia chided.

Ichigo blinked.

School .Oh yeah…

He got up from his bed, noticing guiltily that he had no shirt on, grabbed his uniform and went to go take a shower.

As he walked through the bathroom door, he heard Rukia call out softly, "I would make sure to wash off all that blood, Ichigo. We wouldn't want anyone to think you're a pervert, now would we?"

Ichigo cussed her out under his breath, stripped, and stepped into the shower. Taking a deep breath, he let the hot water run down his face. Then he let it out in one huge sigh.

Whew, he thought, that was a close one.

Still, he would eventually have to tell her. He highly doubted she would forget their deal. and he wouldn't be able to hold his feelings for her back that easily. He remembered when he had first realized that he was in love with her.

Flashback

"Hey, Strawberry."

"What do you want, midget?"

"I think you should get together with Orihime. She really likes you."

"Me? Dating Orihime?" he was dumbfounded. "That-that wouldn't work."

"Why not?"

Ichigo pondered this thought, when he realized. He and Orihime could never work out, because, unbeknownst to himself until now, he was already irrevocably in love with someone else, Rukia. Of course, Ichigo also recognized that he and Rukia could never be, because in telling him to go out with Orihime, she made it blatantly obvious that she wasn't interested. (A.N. Ichigo is so stupid. Of course they are meant to be!) However, he decided that as long as she was happy, he was happy, even if she didn't return his feelings.

End Flashback

Ichigo stood up, dried off, and got out of the shower. Five minutes later, he and Rukia were meeting with Keigo and Mizuiro in front of his house to walk to school. The two non-shinigami were jabbering away to eachother about homework and plans for the summer.

Ichigo, meanwhile, was once again captivated by Rukia's face. Her eyes, so gorgeous and bright and full of mystery. Her soft and silky hair, which he longed to run his hands through. And finally her lips, slightly parted, and smiling peacefully. He imagined kissing her, right then and there, even in front of Mizuiro and Keigo.

Ichigo shook himself out of his imagination just in time to hear Mizuiro finish his question.

"-ways get here before us?'

Ichigo grunted. "Sorry, what"

Keigo rolled his eyes as Mizuiro repeated the question.

"How come Rukia always gets here before us? She must live very close by, since me and Asano-san live just down the block. Does she walk here really early?"

"Uh-yeah," Ichigo stammered, "Yeah, she walks to my house from her house, because she obviously has one." he rambled, blushing furiously.

#$%!, he thought, If they find out we've been sleeping in the same house, I'll never hear the end of it!

Meanwhile, Keigo stared off dramatically into the distance.

"Rukia's house," he sighed dreamily, "How I would love to go there…" He shot Rukia a pleading look.

"Yeah, Rukia-chan," added Mizuiro, catching onto Keigo's plea.

"Can we visit your house after school?" they begged in unison.

Caught off-guard, Rukia said, "Sure," contradicting Ichigo's frantic nay saying motions in the background.

Finally giving up, Ichigo innocently pointed out, "Hey, Keigo, those babes over there are checking you out."

Keigo immediately started posing, and dragged Mizuiro off to chat them up.

"But we'll be late for school!, " he whined.

"Who cares about school?" snorted Keigo incredulously. "I don't think you understand. THIS COULD BE THE CHANCE OF A LIFETIME!"

Once they were gone, Ichigo hissed at Rukia, "Why did you say yes! Do you know what they'll say when they find out you've been sleeping in my closet, unbeknownst to the rest of my family!"

Rukia smirked at him.

"You've really given this some thought, huh?" she said, a blush coloring her cheeks.

Ichigo felt his own cheeks heating up as well.

"Just shut up and we'll get to school," he replied, turning away.

Aw, #$%. What am I gonna do?

And that ends the first chappie! So…too fluffy? Just right? Not enough fluff? The next one will be in Rukia POV, and it will end a bit earlier in the story. But no one cares about that, let's ask Ichigo and Rukia what they think about it!

Ichigo: I was so OOC! How could you! *throws rotten fruit*

Me:*ducks* Hey!

Rukia: You know, we could just tell them…

Mizuiro and Keigo: Tell us what?

Rukia and Ichigo: *runs away*

So anyways, tell me what embarrassing, fluffy or angsty situations you want me to put them in next!

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