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My second Bleach fic. God, I love IchiRuki to death.

Me to You

01.

Rukia stared in wonder at the sparkling butterfly shaped object which was currently being held by the orange haired teenager in front of her.

"What is it?" She peered up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What does it look like?" Ichigo asked in annoyance while discreetly trying to hide his blush by looking the other way.

"A hell butterfly."

"Hn, it's not. It's just a regular butterfly clip."

"What for?"

"Your hair…idiot."

"But why would I―"

"Just shut up and let me…" Ichigo trailed off while hesitantly reaching forward with the clip to lock the stray bang in place that always seemed to get in Rukia's way while she fought hollows.

Rukia didn't move as he did so.

Wordlessly, Ichigo pointed Rukia to the mirror in the corner of his room. Slowly, Rukia turned and peered into the mirror from a distance. She blinked a few times and in seconds, she was close enough for her nose to touch the glass.

A small smile appeared on her face while she looked at the approaching teen behind her through the mirror.

"Aww, are you trying to be cute by giving me this?" She asked in a teasing tone, "Because if you are, a Chappy clip would have been better." Her small smile had transformed into a grin.

"Tch. It's so your hair doesn't get in your face when you fight hollows." He chose to ignore her previous statements. He chose to ignore the voice in his head that was saying he thought the butterfly suited her nicely. He also chose to ignore the warming blush on his face.

"Thank you," she smiled gently.

"Yeah, whatever," he flushed a darker shade and looked away.

Stealthily, Rukia moved closer and tiptoed to give him a peck on the cheek. "Mwah," she said for effect to embarrass him further.

"Ehh! W–what the hell?" He was caught completely off guard. Not to mention, his cheeks were quickly turning a dark crimson shade as apposed to its previous pink hue.

"Ah, shut up. It wasn't that bad, was it?" With that, she turned on her heel and made her way to the closet.

Ichigo stood in the middle of his bedroom trying hard to suppress the grin that was threatening to split his blushing face in two.

"No, no it wasn't."

Aww, now only if that could happen for real! Keep your eyes peeled for more IchiRuki stories. I decided to keep writing them for now. =)

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