I'm not really sure how I feel about IchiSenna at this point. I like the pairing, and I don't. ((I'm not overly IchiRuki or IchiHime either, to be 100% honest.))
I wrote a good chunk of this for an RP as Ichigo, but I knew it could be made into a one shot. A picture I found on DeviantArt, with the same name, inspired the story.

Title: The Red Ribbon
Author: TheEnchantedDreamer
Pairing: Ichigo x Senna
Word Count: 500

The spirit ribbon of a shinigami was red. One piece of useful information Ichigo had learned from Ishida. It was something he'd never forget, and something he was thankful for when meeting Zangestu for the first time. Maybe that's why when the free spirit known as Senna changed her yellow ribbon to red, it stuck out at Ichigo.

'She's something that girl, certainly different than both Rukia and Inoue,' Ichigo thought to himself. Senna was always more independent, and a lot less hardened. It was she who tried to get Ichigo out of his shell, not the other way around. Senna was a person, a shinenju, but also a shinigami. Her shinigami powers were based of a zanpakuto that was lost long ago. Yet, she wielded it with such precision, which always made Ichigo wonder just how she came to be.

He remembered watching her dance across the sky. It seemed like she brought those damned leaves with her everywhere. Shades of orange contrasted with her purple hair. But brought out her amber eyes. Her bounciness was irritating as all Hell at first, but after spending that second day with her, he realized that her upbeat personality was something that was just pleasant to be around. Plus she was so much more than just an upbeat personality. She wished happiness for others, but sacrificed her own.

This happened from time to time. She'd pop into his mind when he least expected it.

Here she was again. She seemed just as bright as when she saw his face in the Valley of Screams. He still held on to her ribbon, from when he caught it from floating in the air after she faded.

He felt her often, as often as he thought of her. Sensing her presence, he took it from his pocket, keeping it there if he ever had the chance to meet her again. he carried that damned ribbon every day. It needed to be ready for her.

"You might want this back," he said to her with a smile.

Ichigo knew that even though they had only known each other for a short time, Senna had somehow molded a place in his heart alongside the rest of his friends.

"Besides, that cost me money, so you better not lose it again!"

He wondered how she was here. She was so real, standing before him. Her energy ran out, and she faded, but she was standing in front of him as happy as ever. Her hair lightly blowing across her face, and a small giggle as she reached out to snatch the ribbon.

The small hand fell through his before she had the chance to speak.

He turned away, tucking the silken ribbon into his shirt once again.

Even if she was just an illusion standing in front of him. A regular occurrence. He could still see her, and hear her. And that was what mattered.

He figured they would always be bonded by the spirit of red ribbons.