Perfect Night

It was a typical Saturday night at the Kurosaki household. As always the only two up were Ichigo and Rukia. Yuzu, Karin, and Isshin all had a long day and had went to bed early. Ichigo had suggested watching a movie but Rukia promptly refused, stating that the last time they watched a movie it had been a horror and she had had nightmares for a week. After arguing for 15 minutes as to what they were going to do, they finally agreed on enjoying the night on the roof of the Kurosaki Clinic.

It was a bit chilly, so Rukia had brought out her favorite blanket. Ichigo sighed when he saw it. He hated that one. It was covered in horribly drawn chappy and to top it all off, it was pink. He had once commented on her bad taste and he had soon regretted it. Rukia had entered her Shinigami form and ordered chappy to restrain him as she drew those ugly things all over his face in permanent marker. He had been forced to go to school for a week with those things on his face. Ichigo shuddered at the memory.

After a few minutes of getting situated, they were both comfortably positioned, a good distance from each other. Silence enveloped them as they gazed at the millions of stars that blanketed the night sky.

"Ichigo." Rukia broke the silence, shifting uncomfortably on her side of the roof.

"Yeah?" he returned. When she didn't respond, he sat up and stared at her small form a few feet away from him. A small gust of wind blew through the town and the petite girl let out a small moan and buried herself farther into her blanket. A light snapped on inside his head. She was freezing, but she was too proud to admit it. He smirked and stood up, carefully making his way across the roof, closing the gap between them a little more.

She didn't look up when he approached, instead buried herself deeper into her blanket. Settling himself next to her, he sat there waiting for her to break down, swallow up her pride, and ask for his warmth. He was going to enjoy this.

A few minutes passed and he could feel her slowly inching her way closer to him. He frowned and poked her side.

"You idiot! Get rid of your pride already, I know you're cold." She froze. He could imagine her blushing as she always did when he caught her being prideful, especially when it came to him. She sighed and he knew he'd won. Slowly she sat up, still wrapped in her blanket, and moved the rest of the distance, resting her head on his shoulder and pushing into his side. He wouldn't tell her, but he enjoyed the warmth her small body brought him, in more than one way. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in closer, not wanting this night to end. Silence consumed them once again.

Rukia was lost in thought. Being this close to Ichigo made her stomach squirm, and she was grateful it was dark or he would've seen her face turn bright red when he had put his arm around her. She buried herself deeper into Ichigo's side when the temperature continued to drop and the wind picked up. She gasped when Ichigo grabbed her and hauled her up into his lap, holding her with both arms now.

"Ichigo?" He braced himself, expecting her to punch him for being so blunt.

"Y-Yeah." She hesitated, flushing slightly.

"Um…can we stay like this a little bit longer?" His eyes widened. This was a little surprising coming from Rukia. He had expected her to protest him holding her like this and maybe even hit him once or twice, but this? After a moment he just shrugged it off and smiled.

"Sure Chibi." Thump! Now that was the Rukia he knew. He smiled to himself, rubbing his chin. He gazed down at her and she gazed back, something shined in her eyes. Love? Slowly she stretched her head up and their lips met. They stayed like this for a few minutes, only breaking apart when they needed air, then leaning back in for more. This was definitely a perfect night.