Hello there readerz! Another Ichiruki fanfic here. This will be a short one, 2-3 chapters long. However, I promise that it won't waste your time. Just because I'm quite busy these days… Hope you'll enjoy it as much as I do when I wrote this.

And the whole story will focus on Rukia's POV. Just… Just read. Don't waste your time on this sentence.

Umbrella

"Did you write that Confession #9?"

"How the hell did you know that, Rangiku!?"

It was break time. I sat there silently, watching Rangiku and Orihime talking about something called "Confession". If only I could just sit still and ate my yogurt, then they wouldn't have called me "Prehistoric woman." Too bad my curiosity was killing me, as their subjects seemed quite interesting. So without any hesitation…

"What is Confession?"

I could've sworn that I saw their eyes popped out of their sockets.

"Rukia!?You don't know what it is!?" Orihime asked in disbelieve.

Then they said that everyone is now into this kind of Confession things and that people will write a confession in to your own confession page and that they cannot leave me in peace until my lack of knowledge was cured. After half an hour accusing me because of my technologically backward lifestyle, the two forced me to create my own confession page.

"This thing is meaningless! If you confess to someone and hide your identity, then why the hell do you have to do that?"

Rangiku looked straight into my eyes.

"Oh, you'll see. This is going to be fun, I swear."

And so, in the end, I finally have my own confession page, with a background covered with fresh strawberries.

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At first, I didn't pay much attention into it, because I just created this so Rangiku and Orihime will stop babbling around. However, after a few days, I must say that this Confession thing was trending at the time and I quite like it. I read every single confession every night and couldn't stop myself giggling when it came to something like "How could you compare me with a cow just because I thought Tom Cruise was Batman? Hic!" or "Sorry because the cookies I gave you was actually dog food".

After three days since the day I first created my own Confession page, I received the confession number 11. It was different from all the others. I felt like it was serious, however I couldn't guess who it was.

Confession #11: I had a crush on you since we were in primary school.

Who are you? I wanted to ask that question but didn't have the guts to post it. Orihime and Rangiku won't miss this chance to tease me 'till the day I die. So I ignored it. Two days later, the guy sent me another.

Confession #15: Didn't you receive that confession which says "I had a crush on you since we were in primary school"? I'm waiting for you to ask something like "Who's that"?" but you haven't said anything :).

So he is being serious. He does want to talk. I thought as I tried to find those old, dusty photos from my old primary school, analyze every single face in those photos but still can't figure out who wrote these confessions. Half of those faces were forgotten. So I gathered all my courage and typed in "Who are you?" As I thought, Rangiku immediately commented "Who is who? Who is who?" I ignored her. Better stay silent than saying anything. She'll get bored anyway if I don't reply.

Confession #16: I cannot reveal my identity that early.

"Then why are you waiting for me to reply? Trying to pick a fight?" I typed in, without any hesitation. It was terribly uncomfortable when someone teasing you and you don't know who it is to land your fist in.

Confession #17: Are you angry?

I didn't reply. I've decided to ignore him because I don't have much time for a stupid prank of a mysterious someone that I don't even know. After half an hour, I received three confessions in a row.

Confession #18: You're still mad? Sorry.

Confession #19: I'm sorry. I really am :(.

Confession #20: I wanted you to ask "Who is it?" because I wanted to know whether you've already read my first confession. I didn't mean to make you upset or pulling a prank on you. Really. I didn't mean to be like all mysterious and stuff, it's just that I'm not brave enough to tell you who I am. Can you give me some more time? You can communicate with me via email instead of writing on your confession page.

After a moment of thinking, I decided to give him a chance. So I sent a message to that weird email address (C'mon, an orange strawberry?) he gave me: "I hate those mysterious stuff and pranks. So I'll give you a month. After that you must tell me who you are."

Confession #21: A month. Agree.

And so, I communicated with him through email, and he still communicated with me by my confession page. I can easily recognize his confessions amongst others. Orihime and Rangiku stopped asking about those mysterious confessions on the internet, and I acted like nothing happened. After all, there are things that I just want to keep to myself than babbling about it to someone else.

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Spring passed by and summer covered the whole town. I realized it as the first droplet of water fell down from the clouds in the sky. I was rushing to school. Heavy rain poured down the street as soon as I got under the huge parasol of the small coffee shop near my school. However, there was no way to get to my class, because I didn't bring an umbrella or a coat with me at the moment. So there were only two choices. Get to class just in time as wet as a drowned rat or wait for the rain to stop but get a detention for coming late. So I decided to cover my head with my backpack, then dashed in.

"I can share an umbrella with you if you need."

A boy was there, with the same uniform I was wearing. He was holding a dark blue umbrella.

"Oh. Thanks. Would you mind going with me to that corridor? My class is there."

He nodded. I gave him a small smile. Thank God…

When we got to the corridor, I saw his one of his shoulders was soaked wet because he had to lean to one side so I won't get wet.

"Sorry. Your shirt…"

He glanced at his shoulder for half a second and gave me a smile. A bright smile.

"It's okay."

He kept looking at me, then asked.

"You haven't recognized me yet?"

The sudden question made me stunned a bit. I analyze his face, his hair carefully. Brown eyes. Orange hair, seemed to be its real color, because our school does not allow students with their hair bleached to come to class. I thought for a second, then suddenly remembered.

"Ah! You must be Rangiku's friend, right? I saw you once before at the prom in the auditorium last year! Oh and the meeting between the class reps too!"

He smiled.

"Yeah. I'm the class rep of 12A. Next to your class."

He was about to say something else but the bell tolled, interrupted our conversation. I clumsily dashed upstairs after quickly sent him a "thank you" and waved. He waved. And smiled again. So I allowed myself to send a thought dashed through my brain.

"He's cute."

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First chapter! Quite weird ideas, I know. I've decided that this one will be only 2 chapters long. Favourite and follow if you like it or want me to publish the next chapter. Reviews are always appreciated!

Have a nice rest-of-today and a great tomorrow!

Chey-sama :3