Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach...damn

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"Ichigo, what's this?" The orange haired boy turned to look at the raven haired, 'midget' as he would call her, but her proper title was shinigami.

"What's what?" He asked, not quite paying attention, and didn't really care. The shinigami in question ,who was currently sat on his, yes, his, bed, was Rukia, and often asked questions about objects she didn't know in the real world. This made it hard, and sometimes embarrassing, to answer these, as people around them would often wonder why she didn't know what a vending machine was, or even how to open a carton of juice.

"This!" Rukia said, getting angry he wasn't listening. He turned fully and scoffed.

"You don't know what a cookie is?!" He laughed.

"I didn't mean the cookie!" She replied angrily, "I meant this." She held up a glossy magazine, and Ichigo's mouth hit the floor.

"Where'd you get that?!" He asked, his face red from embarrassment, his brown eyes wide from shock.

"I found it in the bathroom." Rukia continued, looking at it with interest. Ichigo groaned and hit his head continuously on the floor, remembering with massive regret where that magazine came from and why. Damn his father.

Rukia continued to ask questions, unaware of Ichigo's embarrassment. "Why are the women on the front dressed in just really small clothes that hardly cover them? Why's this one…naked?!" She opened the magazine at a random page, and yelled out loud in disgust.

Ichigo, coming back to his senses thanks to the loud noise coming out of her mouth, and aware she was living in his closet in s-e-c-r-e-t, he jumped up off the floor, and, with one swift movement, was sat behind Rukia, his hand clamped on her mouth.

"Be quiet." He whispered, "My family are downstairs."

Rukia was blushing madly. Ichigo's warm breath on her neck was making her spine shiver. What made her blush more was the fact that these shivers were not unwelcome, that she actually liked it.

"That is my Dad's. Well, my dad bought it. You know what he's like, he's a fucking perv. He bought it for me, although he didn't say so, and left it in the bathroom in the hope I would read it and 'become more interested in girls'. Pass it here, I'll throw it out."
Ichigo let go of Rukia, with a little reluctance, and took the magazine off her. He then opened the window, and chucked the magazine. They both watched the magazine fly away over the roof of the house opposite.

Ichigo looked over at Rukia, and found himself checking out her profile. It wasn't as if he had never looked at her before, but tonight, she looked different. Her raven black hair contrasted beautifully with her pale white skin, and her violet eyes shone brightly in the moonlight. Ichigo couldn't quite put his finger on it, and was even more surprised that when she looked at him, he quickly turned his head to face forwards and felt his cheeks burn. He recovered himself and returned to his usual scowl, as Rukia looked at him, confusion gracing her features for a fleeting moment.

Rukia yawned. "I'm going to bed," She muttered, and walked over to her closet and climbed inside. "Night Ichigo." She said, before sliding the door shut.

"Night." Ichigo muttered, before turning the lights off and climbing into bed himself.

Rukia lay in her closet, not able to get to sleep. Thoughts ran around her mind in a continuous circle. They had been for the past week. It had all started with a simple question, "Do you miss Soul Society?"

Yes, she missed it. And yes, she could go back. No longer was she under the threat of execurtion. The only reason she was in the Living world was Hollow duty. Or was it?

After Ichigo and his friends, her friends, had rescued her from execution, she had told Ichigo she was staying there. But then a post in the Living world, in his world, had come up. And surprise surprise, it was in Karakura, Ichigo's home. When told of this post by her Nii-sama, Kuchki Byakuya, Rukia had instantly accepted it. Kuchiki-teichou looked at her suspicously, and as he walked out of the door, said the words that were most likely responsible for the thoughts swirly around her head.

"Don't get involved with the human boy."
And before she could question what he had said, he was gone.

Don't get involved with the human boy...

Rukia scoffed. Get involved with Ichigo? Yer right. He was immature, arrogant, rude...

But he also cared for others, put others before himself.

Rukia groaned in fustration, and rolled over onto her side, her back against the closet door.

"Fucking emotions..."

Rukia leaned in closer, smiling at him. Her lips looked fuller, softer than before, and he couldn't help but noticed the view he got down her top as she leaned over...

"Ichigo, could you help me with my maths? Please...I'll make it worth your while..."

She got closer, he could count her every eyelash. Her lips pressed against his...strawberry...

Ichigo awoke, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat.

Shit, sex dreams about Rukia?