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Slow
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She was an irritant I couldn't get enough of.
Damn her for making me feel this way. As if living a double life wasn't enough trouble. Being a part of two worlds already leaves me messed up most times. The only reason I can live through it is because I decided for it to be that way. It didn't really matter anymore that my decision had already been half decided for by fate and blood.
My sighing alerts the devil woman. I hear her closing her current manga. "What is it, Ichigo?"
"None of your business." I refuse to turn around and look at her. Rukia's presence, her simply being there, sitting down on her futon in the closet she'd made into her sleeping space, reading manga I still didn't know from where she got it. She was, right now, staring narrowed eyes at me, I'm sure, just those little things made me more aware.
And annoyed.
Telling myself to concentrate on homework, I try to ignore the sound of her jumping onto the floor and walking towards me.
She stood beside my desk. I sneaked a peek (couldn't help it). I sometimes forget how short she was. How her being so petite made her...cute.
What the hell am I thinking? I force my eyes to focus on my paper.
Warm breathing touches my ear. Surprised, I turn to its source...and nearly get myself kissed. She was that close. I told myself to back the heck up. But dam if my body didn't want to do it.
"You're face is red, Ichigo."
Really? I wonder why.
"And you were breathing hard earlier."
Really?!
I relaxed in relief when Rukia backed up. I was still not moving when she suddenly touched my forehead. I grew warm all over again.
Backing up on my bed was reflex. She followed.
"Tch. Couldn't feel much," Rukia complained and then she made me faint with the blood rush when she pulled my head down and touched her forehead to mine.
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"Ichigo? Ichigo! Oi!" Rukia shook the red-faced unconscious boy.
"Ne, Rukia-nee-san, just leave him be."
"Kon? What do you mean? What happened to him?" Rukia cradled Ichigo's head on her lap. Kon ground his cotton teeth.
"Are you sure, you don't know, nee-san?" Kon asked her.
"Hmm? All I did was..." Rukia's face became a puff of steam as she herself turned red. She'd recalled all that she did.
Kon sighed and watched her pass out. He could only shake his head at the two. How slow could they get?
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A/N: IchiRuki forever! X3 it took me long enough to write a fic. I've been fan for years. Haha. XD
Just came up with it during my bleach moods (that's usually in between my dgm and la corda moods. Haha) XD
Hope you liked it. Reviews are love. :3