Hi there I don't own Bleach I'm just borrowing. A little heads up this is my very first fan fiction so I apologize if it sucks.

I Just Can't Keep My Eyes off You

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Psh. Wimp. That's what he is. It surprises me really to see such a person make it day after day with such a scrawny body as his. Probably explains why he lost his damn powers. Yet I can't help but feel for him. How does he do it?

"Oi! Rukia! Did ya hear a damn thing I said?" a certain orangy haired boy hollered. "Hn." Ichigo rolled his eyes and continued to chat with Inoue and Chad as Rukia got up and walked out of the class room heading to the top most of the school.

Silenced lingered the atmosphere leaving an essence of tranquility flowing through the air. It wasn't an eerie silence, but a kind of silence that relaxes the mind.

It's so …. peaceful. Karakura has never looked so peaceful through the eyes of a certain shinigami beauty. Of course, to a normal human there would be no change. But she was no ordinary human. No. She was a shinigami. She was on a mission, a mission to protect the real world. She couldn't be attached to this world of beauty which she stands on.

For what seemed like years, her thoughts were interrupted as a figure began to walk out the school towards a tree.

It was him again.

She turned her eyes towards the scrawny pale looking boy taking in his every movement.

She just didn't understand him. No its not that she didn't understand him. Somehow the more she thought of him the more she became confused, scared, happy, attached. She became more attached to this world.

She didn't know why but he was different. Not physically as in his appearance. Although he did not smile ever, nor had he ever shown any enthusiasm in anything. Well besides when he had completed his so called creations of womens' clothes.

The more she stared the more she felt drawn to him.

This is ridiculous.

But she couldn't stop staring. Everything about him fascinates her. The way he walks not looking like a badass or walking like a moron. The way he talks, never stuttering or hinting a tiny bit of fear that could be emanating from him. He had hid all of his fears very well. And when he hides his identity from everyone truly fascinates her. His mysteriousness never ceases to amazed her. Actually whenever he was embarrassed or wanted to hide his reaction by pushing his glasses forward up the bridge of his nose would maker her smile. After all she thought it was kinda cute.

Cute? Yeah right.

He wasn't like any other guy she knew. She couldn't read him. She doesn't even know if she should feel scared about not knowing what goes on his mind. All she knew is that whatever it was she couldn't control herself. Though she would never admit it she longed for him. For him to see her. Not just physically but really, see who she is and not some shinigami trying to complete her task.

After a few moments, deciding that nothing more will happen between the two of them she took one last look at him before whispering, "I just can't keep my eyes off you."

Sensing that he was being watched, the handsome dark haired Quincy looked up towards the roof where the raven-haired shinigami once stood.

"Kuchiki-san?"