Author's Note:

My FIRST FANFIC EVER. Bleach is just pure awesome that my hands tickled to write fics about it. And, yes, English is not my first language, so don't expect my English to be flawless. Well then, enjoy!

Disclaimer:

I'd be happy to death if I were to be Bleach's owner.

Chapter 1: Kurosaki Ichigo – My Double Nightmare

Ichigo had just returned from Orihime's party that Saturday night. It was quite a blast, since everyone was present to celebrate the red-haired girl's 16th birthday. He didn't expect Ulquiorra to show up though, since Ichigo thought he was already dead. Maybe Orihime healed him whatsoever and invited him. Well, not just him, she even told Rangiku to invite all her shinigami friends, and of course Gin was also included….. and he brought that oh-so-powerful Aizen along.

Overall, it was indeed a tiring night.

Ichigo picked up his pace and headed to his house. It didn't take him long enough – 2 minutes was all he needed to do so.

Finally entering his bedroom through the window – a good brother he was, he didn't want to wake his sisters up since it was twelve midnight already - and just then he realized Rukia didn't walk home together with him after the party.

"Ah, she'll come home later," he said to himself, knowing that Rukia was strong enough to protect herself from some random prowler or pervert guys.

Sinking himself in his bed, he quickly drifted off to sleep….

Exposed to the shiny, bright sunlight, Ichigo woke up to his room, only to find a masked Rukia opening up the curtains. It was too bright that it seemed like the room had been created from gold.

Feeling drowsy, Ichigo rubbed his eyes and squinted to see Rukia. It looked like she was cleaning up his messy room.

"Good morning, Ichi-kun," Rukia greeted with a very soft voice, sending chills down Ichigo's spine. She held the broom tightly and looked away as if feeling embarrassed to face him.

Ichigo was startled. This was so unlike Rukia. "Rukia? What the hell is wrong with you? A-and, w-what's withthis Ichi-kun thing?" He found himself blushing when he said the last sentence.

"Ichi-kun… Don't tell me you didn't remember what you said last night…." Her voice was quite shaky that Ichigo could tell she was in the verge of crying.

"I-I don't remember at all! And stop calling me Ichi-kun!"

"Last n-night," Rukia began, tears had already rolled down her cheeks. "Y-you proposed me, by saying, 'will you be mine, Kuchiki Rukia?' and now you completely forget about that….."

Ichigo was taken aback. There was no, and by that he meant NO HELL WAY he would have said such thing.

"W-what? No way! Are you kidding me?" He was thinking that maybe she was pulling pranks on him. But that was too much, even for tricks. And he knew Rukia would not do such crappy jokes.

But now that he thought about that, maybe he did that during last night's party… well, the party was quite crazy so it wasn't impossible for him to do that. He had just realized bright pink colored his cheeks as he was thinking about that. He could not hide his embarrassment.

Oh shoot, he thought.

But then again, he didn't get drunk. He didn't even touch beer or anything intoxicating.

All of these thoughts just drove Ichigo insane.

Seeing Rukia cry, Ichigo sighed, and walked towards her.

Her tears sent tingles all over his body. He's the worst when it comes to a crying lady. But he managed to pull himself together and moved closer to her.

"Ah, geez, stop crying. This is just so not like you."

And just then he noticed about Rukia's mask.

"From where did you get that mask anyway? And why are you even wearing it?" That mask looked pretty much like Vizard's – of course hell he didn't know where she got that from.

Rukia wiped her tears, trying to cover herself up from Ichigo by using an excuse as he asked about the mask. "I-I-Ichi-kun, I am just shy… well, about the proposal-"

His blood boiled and his suspicions arose when Rukia tried to avoid his question. He thought that this might be a stupid prank after all. "Come on, Rukia! Stop kidding now!"

He took off her mask.

And his jaw dropped when he saw the real face behind that creepy mask.

"Ichi-kyuuuuuuun~~~~" was Aizen's reply.

Yes, it was Aizen behind that mask, but somewhat in Rukia's body.

That sure freaked Ichigo off.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?"

And he woke up again, but this time, he woke up to a slightly dark room, and by looking outside the window, it was obviously still night as the crescent moon appeared at that moment.

"Dude…. Good thing it was just a dream…" a sigh of relief escaped through his lips. He lay back on his bed, facing his right side instead of left like he did before.

But unfortunately, Ichigo faced another familiar person, which was lying on the same bed as his.

"Ichi-kyuuuuuuuuuuuun~~~~~!"

Yeah, he recognized that man. The man that had a hole on his chest. Apparently, it was the 4th Espada, Ulquiorra Schiffer. It was funny though hearing those words coming from that expressionless guy.

But for that man to appear right next to him, and call him "Ichi-kun" with the squeakiest voice he had ever made - Ichigo totally didn't see that coming.

And he screamed his lungs out; louder than before.

Dreams again.

He sat up from his comfy bed, panting and sweating all over. It seemed that the perspiration didn't want to dry off his head. He was shaking, trembling – and obviously couldn't; didn't want to experience those scary dreams again. Never. Two times were more than enough. Now he had to stay awake all night, afraid of having the same dream all over again.

Damn that birthday party.

So how was it? I really hope it was enjoyable. Anyone who reviews will get Aizen's sexy phot- I mean, Aizen's photo! Just Aizen's random photo :D Suggestions are very much welcome, and I prefer ADVICES rather than flames and bashings. That's it for now, I'm working on the next chapter right now. Later!