Ichigo x Rukia
Ichigo was running out of time.
Valentine's Day was in two days and he still had nothing to give Rukia.
Not that she was his girlfriend or anything but she was his friend, his best friend, and she was a girl, so he thought she deserved to at least get a present to show how much he really appreciated their friendship.
He thought to get her something Chappy but he had already bought everything they had in the store, unless they had something new he hadn't bought yet.
Then he thought to bake her something, but he couldn't decide what he wanted to bake her and gave up.
Then he thought to take her to the movies but she'd seen everything already and didn't understand any of it.
Well, he had better hurry up and decide what to give her already because he knew how his little midget was and she would not accept him giftless on Valentine's Day.
"Ichigo!" he heard his favorite raven haired blue eyed midget storm into his room and knock him down on the bed.
"Rukia, what the hell?!" he shouted at her and shoved her off him or at least tried but the little shinigami would not budge. "Rukia, get off me!"
"So, are you excited?" she asked pinning his arms beside him.
When did she get so strong? He thought. And so aggressive?
"Excited bout what?" he replied trying to get up but gave up altogether.
"Valentine's Day silly", she slapped his forehead.
"Ouch Rukia!" he rubbed his sore forehead with his free hand. "What'd you do that for?" he asked.
"How could you forget about Valentine's Day Ichigo Kurosaki?" she sat up and folded her arms across her tiny chest. (well, tiny compared to Matsumoto or Inoue)
"I didn't forget, it's just not my kind of holiday", he sat up on his elbows and looked at the pouting Rukia.
"Well, I still expect a gift mister", she hmphed and turned away from him.
"I promise", he turned Rukia's face to his. "I will not forget your gift", he said as he pulled her closer to his face.
"Way to go Ichigo! That's my boy!" Isshin Kurosaki barged into his son's room, jumping for joy.
Rukia quickly hopped off Ichigo and Ichigo ran to his father and kicked him out.
"It's not like that dad!" he shouted as he father flew down the stairs.
"Just remember to use protection son", Isshin shouted back.
"Dad!" Ichigo ran downstairs to kick his old man's ass.
Today was valentine's day and Ichigo had yet to get Rukia a gift.
He knew his ass was screwed unless he found her a gift and fast.
Knowing he would probably get his ass kicked by both his midget friend and his perverted old man, Ichigo Kurosaki still jumped out the window of the second story of his school right before third period.
He knew he needed a gift for Rukia and felt that this was way more important than school. That and the fact that Rukia would kill him if he didn't.
"Where are you going Ichigo Kurosaki?" he heard a very calm yet deadly voice call from behind him as his whole entire body froze up on him.
"Uh . . . I-I . . ." he stuttered afraid to turn around and face the glare he knew Rukia was giving him.
"I'll ask you one more time Ichigo", he could feel her reiatsu rise and his heart beat faster. "Just where in the hell do you think you are going?"
Before Ichigo could think, he grabbed Rukia's hand and started running, not really sure just where exactly he was going.
"Ichigo!" she struggled to get her arm free of his grip. "Where are you—"
"We're playing hooky today", he turned back, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Hooky?" she looked at him puzzlingly. "What's that?" she asked.
"It's when you ditch school to go do something fun", he smiled back at her, she blushed.
"Okay", she shrugged then furrowed her brow. "But why are we doing this?" she scowled at him.
"Because, it's valentine's day", he said oh-so-casually as if it were the weather he were referring to. "And this is my gift to you", he added.
Rukia didn't know what to say. She was . . . in awe. And to think, she thought he didn't get her anything.
But now she felt bad she hadn't got him something better.
"What's the matter?" he stopped sensing Rukia's sadness.
"It's just . . ." she looked away from him. "I didn't get you anything that great", her shoulders shook as tears began to flow down her eyes.
"Well, how do you know I won't think your gift is great", he cupped her face in his hands and turned her face to look at his. "You haven't even shown it to me yet", he smiled.
"Well . . . ", she shrugged.
It was true, how did she know Ichigo wouldn't like her gift if hadn't given it to him yet.
"But it's at the house", she finally said.
"No worries", he shrugged. "We'll just swing by there and be on our way", he said tugging her along.
"Okay", Rukia smiled just happy to be with her strawberry.
"So what did you get me?" Ichigo asked as Rukia came back downstairs with something behind her back.
"This", she pulled out a doll with a strawberry for a head, orange colored hair, and a stick in its hand that was probably supposed to resemble Zangetsu. And the doll was entirely outfitted with a shihakusho, hakama, and socks. No shoes. "Well, what do you think?" she asked nervously.
At first he thought she had to be kidding but eventually, it grew on him.
This was how she saw him and even though it was kind of girly, it was also kind of cute.
"I love it", he told her truthfully, accepting the gift from her hands, but not before he planted a kiss on her forehead.
He saw Rukia blush beneath him and knew right then just exactly what he wanted to get her.
"So", Rukia said jarring him from his thoughts. "Where's my gift?" she chirped.
"Oh you'll see", he grinned as he reached into his pocket, pulled out his bandana (he just likes carrying one around, he's not in a gang or anything like that) and tied it over her eyes.
Rukia noticed the bandana was a Chappy bandana she had bought him for Christmas, that he said quote 'I hate it. Why the hell you'd get me a damn Chappy bandana?' But maybe he liked it a little more than he let on.
"So where are we going Ichigo?" she asked for the fifth time.
"You'll see when we get there", he had answered her everytime.
"So, do you know where we are going Ichigo?" she asked for the twelfth time.
"You'll see when we get there", his temper began to flare up but he never let her hear it in his voice. He wanted this day to be perfect and yelling would just ruin it.
"Are you sure you know where we are going Ichigo?" she asked for the twentieth time.
"Yes", he removed the bandana from her head. "Because we are here", he smiled down at her.
"A pet?" Rukia looked a bit puzzled.
"I figured since you love Chappy so much why not have a real rabbit that looks just like him", he pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it gently.
Rukia blushed at the feel of his soft lips touching her skin.
"Oh thank you Ichigo!" she leaped in his arms, surprised that he actually caught her and showered his face with kisses.
"Okay, okay", he laughed setting her down on the ground. "Now hurry up before someone sees us and tells my dad okay?" he opened the door for her.
Rukia smiled and stepped into the pet shop.
An hour later, after examining every rabbit twice, Rukia finally picked out an all white rabbit with a bright pink nose and a black spot on its tail. She also picked out a black rabbit with white paws and a tail, and said it was Chappy's (the white rabbit) boyfriend.
She felt that the rabbit would be lonely and would need a companion to share the cage with.
Ichigo said okay as long as they both had the tubes tied or whatnot and could not reproduce.
Rukia said she see.
They went to the Petco and bought one large 'Rabbit Home' (what the guy at the store called it), some rabbit food, collars and nametags, and rabbit toys.
"Satisfied?" Ichigo asked Rukia.
"Yes, very", she smiled up at him and kissed his cheek lightly.
This time, Ichigo blushed.
Rukia figured it was as good a time as any to tell the man she loved that she loved him.
"Ichigo", she whispered.
"Un huh?" he peered at her.
"I-I . . . I-I l-love", but she couldn't get the words out so she decided showing him would be better.
She reached up and pulled on the collar of his neck, careful not to squish the rabbit in her hand or the one in his, and kissed him full on the lips.
After they broke apart, they both just sat there, staring.
"So . . . um . . ." Ichigo scratched his head and chuckled lightly. "Wow".
"Look, I know you probably don't even feel the same way about me but Ichigo, I just had to tell you . . . I love you!" she shouted that last part. "And I know you think I'm annoying, and crazy, and a bit mean, and probably totally not your type, and I know you'd probably go more for someone like Orihime and—"
"Hold on", he placed a finger over her rambling lips. "I like Orihime? No offense to Orihime, but she's not my type", he smiled at her. "Actually, I happen to like someone else. She's small, annoying, crazy, a bit mean, Chappy obsessed and has these totally gorgeous blue eyes and soft skin and perfect lips", he ran his fingers along her arm, then up her shoulders, and finally, tracing the shape of her lip lightly. "I happen to like you", he leaned down and kissed her perfect lips passionately and deeply.
"Ichigo", she swooned when they broke apart.
"I love you Rukia Kuchiki", he laced his fingers through hers and began swinging their arms together.
"And I love you, Ichigo Kurosaki", she smiled at him, happy to have finally gotten the man of her dreams.