Hey guys! I don't really write a bunch, but I got bored and decided to write this. :) I need some reviews, so please read and give me feedback. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own bleach, sadly. . .

It All Started With Ichigo…

The gray sweatshirt grazed the tombs as she sped by, almost gliding. Her heart rate was as fast as the speed of light and she kept willing her legs to carry her weight. She silently cried, tears shining with every glimmer of light touching her face, her black hair blurring most of the tears.

'I hate boys!' Rukia thought, as she slowed to rest her body against one of the tombs. 'Wait- a tomb?' she whipped her head to the side, looking at her surroundings. Yup, she was in a cemetery; Oakland Cemetery, to be exact. Once Rukia caught her breath she stood straight and started walking, looking for the exit.

"Okay, I know that there is an exit here somewhere..." she spoke barely above a whisper as she rotated her head; Left, right, left, right. 'Ah ha!' she spoke triumphantly in her mind. She found the front gate. She smiled an accomplished smile as she reached for the gate's lock, but there was only one problem-

Rukia was locked in the cemetery.

She searched for another exit frantically as she jiggled on the lock, hoping that somehow it would unlock. It didn't. Rukia was so worried and frantic; she didn't bother notice the boy walking up slowly, something jingling in his right hands, something shiny that caught the reflection of the moon.

"Need any help?" the boy asked slowly as Rukia froze in place. She could tell that voice from anyone's... That was Ichigo's voice, and he found her! 'How in God's creation did he find me?' Rukia thought as she slowly turned around to face the intruder.

"What do you want, Ichigo? Haven't you caused enough damage to me already?" She was beginning to get angry, and Ichigo knew exactly why. He was the cause of it. Rukia just wanted to escape to her own world, where nothing bad ever happened; well, not to her anyway.

"Come on, Rukia! Just talk to me! Tell me why you ran!" Ichigo shouted, walking closer to Rukia every time he completed a sentence, only for her to back up until her back hit the metal bars of the gate. Her midnight purple party dress only went mid-thigh, and she lost her black stilettos back when she was running. Her sweatshirt definitely didn't match, but she had only brought it in case it got too cold, which it did. Rukia was no longer crying, anger taking over her expressions like yellow fever.

"Why I ran?" Rukia whispered quietly as so many things ran through her brain.

"Why I ran? You know exactly why I ran! I RAN because I saw you kissing her! That's why!" Her face was so close to his as she screamed at him, thinking how nice it would be to just strangle him then and there.

Ichigo looked bewildered as she yelled, a single thought going through his mind:

'Why does it matter if I kissed a girl? It isn't like we are dating or anything...' To bad, he said it out loud. Oops.

"God; you are so hard headed sometimes!" Rukia's hands went in the air dramatically as she kept yelling.

"Normally, you would think your best friend since, how long? 12 years? Would figure it out, but I guess not!" she hollered again, soon to wake the neighbors if anymore shouting went on. She kept babbling to herself, Ichigo trying to follow what she was mumbling.

Ichigo soon stood completely still; the only thing now moving was his mouth, into a big circle as a smirk crept up his face, like a snake at dinner time.

"You like me..." It was quiet, but Rukia heard it loud and clear, like church bells, the same phrase her mind repeated over and over again as she froze in place. Ichigo said it slower this time, like he was processing it himself.

"You. Like. Me..." Rukia turned to Ichigo after hearing the repeated phrase she had come to love, but hate at the same time.

"...What? I. do. Not. Like. You!" She said, a bewildered look on her face as she raised her head and made perfect eye contact with Ichigo.

"Why would I like you?" She spoke quickly, as she tried to form a sentence.

"I don't like you! You are stupid, stubborn, and your hair color is blinding!" she screeched as Ichigo started laughing at her "mean words".

"My hair is blinding? My hair is brown!" He couldn't control himself anymore and was laughing so hard, he was close to tears.

"And you laugh at me!" she added, trying to bring Ichigo down with hurtful words, 'which aren't working...!' she thought as she knelt down to Ichigo on the ground.

"You work here, can you please be a nice gentleman and let me out of here by unlocking the gates?" Rukia spoke in a calm, sweet tone as she attempted to smile, but found it very hard to do. She really wanted to slap his head off of his shoulders!

Ichigo finally stopped laughing and stood up slowly, his face a couple of inches from her.

"I don't know... Can I walk you home?" he wondered as he stared into her eyes, as if looking for something.

"If that is what it will take..." she huffed as she moved out of the way, so that Ichigo could open the gate. Once the gate was open, they both started off to Rukia' house, about 4 blocks away. The walk there was silent, the only noise was the owls hooting, or the trees rustling from the light breeze that carried through the night. As Rukia and Ichigo rounded the corner, she spotted her house and smiled.

'Thank god... I thought this night wasn't going to end!' she thought as she and Ichigo got to her front doorstep. She turned to say thank you, and was met with Ichigo's face only a couple of centimeters away from hers. Slowly, he leaned in and brushed his lips against Rukia's and both closed their eyes blissfully.

Ichigo slowly and regretfully pulled away, staring into Rukia' eyes, as he spoke so softly, she could barely hear it herself.

"Goodnight..." he whispered as he stood in the same position. Rukia opened her eyes, not wanting this dream to end.

"My parents are out of town for the weekend, if you want to stay for a little while..." her voice faded as her eyes darted from his eyes to his lips, then back to his eyes, completely forgetting the previous events. Ichigo moved his head up and down, signaling a yes.

"Okay..." his voice also faded as Rukia unlocked her front door, just so she could turn around and be met with Ichigo's lips once again, but this time she wasn't going to let him stop. They both shuffled inside the house, Ichigo leaning Rukia up against the nearest wall, still kissing her, Rukia bringing back equal force with each kiss. Rukia kicked the door shut with her foot as she continued kissing Ichigo, never wanting to stop.