A/N: Hey guys! It's me again. I know I should be working on my other stories, but I just wanted to write a quick one-shot. I have started working on 'Trouver Mon Amour' and I must say it is coming along nicely. And if I keep getting reviews like I have been lately for the story than it will definitely will be finished. Well, here is just a little fill-in. I hope you guys like it. Please review! And if you like I can always do more of these at request. Also I would love it if someone would beta my work. Sorry guys for all the mistakes. And I would love it if someone did art for 'Trouver Mon Amour' or really any of my stories. So, just PM me if you can help me with either of them, or if you have any questions. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own bleach or any of the characters. And I got some of the inspiration from Carrie Underwood's song, 'Nobody Ever Told You.'

Nobody Ever Told You

It was the end of the school day, leaving Ichigo Kurosaki at the gate entrance of the school. He was leaning against the cold iron gate in his school uniform. He sighed closing his eyes, as the hot sun was beating on the top of his incredibly bright hair. He was waiting for a friend to come walking out of the school.

She always took her time no matter how many times he has told her to hurry up. She would just always brush away his comments, and continued her walk with him home, causing him to roll his eyes. She was so stubborn at times, but he just couldn't imagine a life without her. It was a good thing no one saw her the way he does, otherwise, someone might have taken her away from him a long time ago.

Finally after waiting ten minutes she walked out of the school. She was also wearing her uniform like him. Except for the fact that her uniform was perfectly in place, while his was wrinkled and half way tucked in.

She gave him a small smile, making his scowl disappear into a brief smile if only for a second.

He pushed off of the gate into a standing position with his bag in tow. "You ready to go," he asked?

"Yeah," she replied.

As usual they started to walk home in a comfortable silence. Ichigo was stealing glances at her like always, watching her thumbs fumble with the ends of her hair. He then shoved both of his hands in his pockets and turned towards her. "So, you going to the dance? All the girls are talking about it."

"No," was her only reply.

"Why not? I mean I'm not going either, but isn't that the type of things girls like to do. You don't want to buy an expensive dress, and get all pretty to go to the dance with Orihime and Tatsuki?" He really wondered why she was being so quiet today. She just seemed really depressed. It was like he had to squeeze the few things she was saying anyways.

She looked up at him and gave him a somber look. It almost made him stop in his tracks, but he kept up with her. She looked away from him, and answered his question. "I'm not pretty enough. The dresses won't look good on me."

Ichigo was about to retort, but they had reached her house. She turned away from him and ran up the steps to her large house. He almost blew his best friend cover, since he almost told her just how beautiful she was to him.

Rukia was in a pleasant sleep squeezing the pillow by her head tightly. She was sad that she wasn't good enough for Ichigo. She was just a friend. She'd never be pretty enough or kind enough for him. He was so handsome, and had so many girls that flocked around him like birds to a pond that he didn't even know about.

Her phone, on her side table by her head, started to buzz slowly pulling her out of her dreamless sleep. She looked at the caller ID, and gave a huff, letting her head fall back into her pillow. The phone had showed 'Ichigo' in white letters. She hit the talk button and put the phone to her ear. She rolled over on her side, and asked, "What?"

"Hey sleepy head. What are you doing?"

"Nothing, I was just pleasantly sleeping."

"Well, if you're not doing anything could you come open your window?"

She looked at her phone funny for a second then glanced at her window. She strode to her window thinking 'whatever he had planned was stupid.' But to her surprise she found Ichigo standing right beneath her window at such an ungodly hour.

He was giving her a gorgeous that was becoming contagious on her lips.

"Do you know what time it is? And if Byakuya found you out here he would surely kill you." She said in a harsh whisper.

"Well, let's hope he doesn't." He replied, presenting a bouquet of flowers that were hidden behind his back. "Can I come up?"

Rukia glanced across the yard make sure the coast was clear. She waved at him, "Hurry up."

Ichigo hurriedly climbed up to her room like he's done many times. He then held out the flowers to Rukia, while she just stared at them in confusion. She wrapped her arms around the flowers taking them away from him.

"What are these for?"

"Does there have to be a reason?"

"Well, yes. There's always a reason why you'd give someone flowers."

"Maybe I just wanted to give a beautiful girl flowers."

His statement caused Rukia to fluster and look away from him. He now had his hands shoved in his pocket, and he was looking for an answer from Rukia to see if it was okay to continue with what he really wanted to ask her. Her eyes started to tear up, as she looked away from him.

"I'm not beautiful," she said, letting a tear slip out of her right eye. She just stared at the purple violets that almost matched the color of her eyes.

Ichigo couldn't understand he just complimented her. She didn't fluster and get all happy like he thought, or even get mad at him for thinking they could ever be anything. Instead, she just started crying. Wasn't she supposed to be happy that someone thought she was beautiful?

He took her chin in his hand, and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. Then he looked into her watery amethyst eyes, and searched for an answer. Why couldn't she believe how beautiful she was like he did? He just wanted to see her happy again, he didn't want her to cry. This was far from what he wanted.

"What are you talking about? You're gorgeous, Rukia. Has no one ever told you how beautiful you are?" He said in such a broken voice.

She stepped away from him dropping the flowers he gave her. She looked like she was about to completely breakdown. Wasn't this what she wanted? If so, then why was it so hard to hear him say it?

"No, I'm not. I won't ever be good enough. Just forget about it, Ichigo."

"No, I won't forget about it." He said, stepping towards her. "I can't just forget about you and how beautiful you are. And I certainly won't stop saying how beautiful you are because I'm telling you the truth."

"What about other girls that are so much more prettier than I am? I'm not worth it. You're so much better without me, Ichigo."

"Well, fuck them. Because compared to you they look like shit."

She gasped as he pulled her into his arms. He then smashed his lips against hers with the intention of making her change her mind. He started to move his lips vigorously against hers, causing her to get lost in the kiss. She couldn't believe the feelings she felt just kissing him. She closed her eyes and gripped his white shirt in her fists.

After she started to respond he slowed down the kiss. He became gentler with her, and wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up off the ground. He slowly walked over to her bed and laid her on her wrinkled sheets. He broke the kiss to climb on top her to only resume kissing her.

He started to nip at her lip, as he caressed her side. She opened her mouth, and let his tongue dip inside her moist cavern. She felt so much bliss that she let a small moan leave her throat. His tongue was gently caressing hers when he finally broke away for air.

He left their foreheads still connected, while he looked into her lust filled eyes. He rolled them over onto their sides still trying to catch his breath.

"Now do you believe me?"

She nodded her head laying it against Ichigo's muscular chest. Taking his masculine scent in she just wanted to fall asleep in his arms. She then mumbled something that didn't quite reach Ichigo's ears.

"What?"

She lifted her head off his chest to look in his eyes. "I said, I…love…you."

She made his breath hitch, but he just looked at her lovingly. He captured her lips in a passionate kiss before releasing her again. "I love you, too," he rasped in a deep and husky voice.

"By the way you're going to the dance with me whether you like it or not."

"Why?"

"Because it's good for you to do these girly things. Even if it will kill me one day." He said with a smile gracing his lips. He then kissed her forehead. "Now go to sleep."

She wrapped her arms around his waist and fell asleep with a smile on her face, and he too fell asleep with the beautiful girl that he loved the most in the world in his arms. And it was all because no one ever told her how beautiful she was.

A/N: So, how'd you like it! Review and tell me. And always remember I will answer any questions.