Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, kudos to Tite Kubo, the mastermind behind the manga and anime. This is my first Bleach story, so I'm a little nervous…

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Chapter 1

"Come on, Chad, don't make too much noise. We don't want anyone to know we're here," whispered Ichigo, almost in pure darkness.

"Kurosaki, why are we here? I don't see the point in this. Or do you just want to spy on Orihime?" Uryu asked, praying that Ichigo would slip up and reveal that he just wanted to spy on Kuchiki. There was no other reason why Ichigo would be out here at twelve in the night, risking being pummeled to a pulp by girls, including Kuchiki.

"No, that's no it. I just want to…Uh, never mind, if I say anything I'll never hear the end of it."

'Damn.'

"I think it's obvious, Ichigo. You've been staring at the window all night as if Rukia-san were to appear." Spoke Chad in his deep voice.

Ichigo fumed, "That's not it…She owes me a quarter." Uryu smirked.

"Yeah, sure…"

Ichigo neared the window to see a bunch of girls, including Orihime, Tatsuki, Chizuru, Ryo, Michiru, Mahana, and last but not least Rukia. She wore her usual pajamas, the ones she took from Yuzu. Her Chappy the rabbit plushy sat next to her, which she begged him to buy for her. She looked a little weirded out as Mahana painted her nails the same color of her eyes. He smiled slightly; she looked cute, as always.

Rukia watched as Mahana continued to paint her nails, she hoped it wasn't permanent; besides, the smell gave her a headache. These customs girls had at slumber parties were rather interesting. Before the painting of the nails they had a pillow fight, and she had whacked that pervy Chizuru upside the head, it was fun. And they made homemade pizza, which was cheesy and rather delicious. She didn't know why Ichigo hadn't told her of the gooey pizza.

'Ichigo, I wonder what it is you're doing right now,' Rukia smiled slightly up at the ceiling. She hoped her closest friend was having fun also.

'Friend…For some reason it's as if I wish to be more than that, why? Could it be that Ichigo saved my life, that he risked his life for me on many occasions? Is it that he cares for me and worries about me? Even if we fight a lot, I know he cares, but does he know that I care for him?'

"There we go, Rukia, I'm all done. The polish is supposed to bring out your pretty eyes, which I can see it does." Mahana spoke, breaking Rukia's train of thought; she smiled and said a thank you. Looking around she saw Inoue laughing at Tatsuki and Chizuru who were fighting. Ryo speaking of her latest track achievement, and Michiru praising her friend. Over the voices of girls she seemed to hearing another voice, this one was deeper, wait two voices, like they were bickering.

Seeing something flicker outside, she excused herself, and then walked out of the room. Coming to the door that led to the outside, she opened it and walked out. Convinced that three people were out here. The three had high amounts of spirit energy, one of them being an orange-haired shinigami.

'What are they doing here?'