A/N: Hihi! This is my first Bleach fan-fiction, so please be kind! Yepyep! I've always had a thing for arranged marriages as you can tell from my first fan-fiction! Hahahhaha, anyway please do leave a review! Thank youuuuuuuusssss!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or its characters.

"Ichigo, you don't have to do this."

"No… no, dad. I want to." The orange-haired man replied as he put a reassuring hand on his father's shoulder. "Who would've thought that the lady's man, Kurosaki Ichigo, who just bedded his 100th girl last week was to be married next month." Ichigo sighed at that thought, "Well, they never said anything about keeping mistresses." He let out a smirk.

Ichigo had just received the news that he was to marry the youngest member of the Kuchiki family who owns Kuchiki Corporations. It wasn't like he was forced to, but he accepted the arrangement anyway. He needed to. Kuchiki Corporations is their biggest clients, investing in 80% of their projects; in other words, if he pissed the Kuchiki Byakuya, Masaki Records would be pretty much forced to non-existence. "T-thank you, Ichigo. I'm really proud of you, son." Isshin replied.

Attempting to lift up the mood, Ichigo playfully smacked his father's back and asked, "So, who's this lucky chick that is about to become Mrs. Kurosaki?"

"Oh, I brought a picture, I thought you might want to know how she looked like." Ichigo smirked, as Isshin walked towards his desk drawer and pulled out a photograph. "I must say she does look like a fine young lady." He said as he handed the photo to Ichigo.

Ichigo stared at the photo in his hands. A girl stood in the middle of it wearing a red kimono, her black hair tied up neatly behind her with an elaborate headpiece to secure it and a stray bang hung just between her eyes. Her eyes were a deep purple colour, which immediately had Ichigo mesmerized. She looked small, and almost like a kid, albeit the mature and demure posture.

"Wow. Is there a more recent picture?" Ichigo asked without looking up from the photo.

"That's the most recent one."

"H-how? She doesn't like to take photos huh?"

"Erm… That picture was actually taken last month." Ichigo blinked as his father. He was silent for a second before-

"WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTT! How old is she?"

"13 this year, I believe."

"13? 13! 13? Wh-what kind of father gives their 13-year-old daughter up for marriage!" Ichigo asked in disbelief, while clutching his head, almost pulling his hair out.

"Well, from what I heard, Byakuya only had one daughter."

"So, you're saying that I have to marry a little 13-year-old kid? I'm no pedophile!" His mind ran wild about the thought of marrying a girl that was 10 years younger than him. "I'm going to be like a baby-sitter. Omg, I hate kids, they're such a handful. What if she's the kind of kid who runs around the house, breaking things, eat too much sweets and glue? AHHHHHHHH! How the hell am I supposed to marry a kid? How are we gonna have se-? FUCK, why am I even thinking about doing it with her? Okay. I am officially a pedophile."

"No."

Ichigo's face lit up as he hoped, with all his might, that Isshin would burst out saying, "I'm kidding!" and that he's actually going to be engaged with a 22-year-old beautiful blonde model.

"The ceremony is next month, so she'll be 14."

"That's not saying anything, you idiot." Ichigo hissed while clenching his fist, fighting hard to not land a punch on his father's face.

"Done?" A black-haired girl, with hair tied up in a bun, said while peeking into the room. At the corner of the huge room, a girl sat in front of the mirror of a dressing table. She turned her head to look at the girl by the door, and smiled. "Yeah."

"You look beautiful, Kuchiki-san." Momo said as she powdered the girl's face.

"Thank you, Momo. But…"

"Hmm?"

Rukia tugged her white uchikake, "Why am I wearing this? I didn't ask for a themed birthday party… Why can't I wear what I always wear on my birthday?"

"Erm… Perhaps Byakuya-sama wanted this year to be… uh… special." Momo replied, visibly nervous.

"Oh, and Ichigo?"

"Yeah?" He was standing in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting his kimono.

"Later, during the ceremony… uh… If Ru- If Kuchiki-san seem a little… Hmm… confused… or I don't know… if she gets a little… mad… erm, just remain calm."

"Huh? Why?" Ichigo asked, fully facing his father now. He wore a dark blue kimono, contradicting the colour of his hair. The outfit was bulky, covering most of his lean and muscular body, except for his lower arm peeking out of the sleeves. He looked effortlessly handsome. "Great, not only do I have to be married to a child, I'm engaged to a crazy one too."

"She, uh, kinda doesn't know that she's getting married today. Heck, I don't even know if she knows she's-"

"SAY WHATTTTTT?"

"Erm yeah, just giving you a head's up."

"And no one is giving her a head's up? This is-this is. ARGH." Ichigo said in frustration as he walked past his father, towards the door.

"Where are you going? The ceremony starts in 20 minutes."

"Rukia."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GET OUT! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU! OKAY DON'T ANSWER THAT, JUST GET OUT!"

So maybe he made a mistake by barging into her dressing room and announcing that he was her husband. He, now, stood by the doorway dodging several random items that were flung towards him by Rukia. "Hey watch it!" He yelled as one of her concealer cases hit him on the head.

"K-Kuchi-k-ki-san." Momo stammered, approaching Rukia carefully, attempting to stop her from wrecking everything in the room.

"Help me, Momo. CHADDDDDDD! GANJUUUUUUUUUU!" Rukia yelled as she picked up her clutch purse and threw it at Ichigo.

"Oi, calm down."

"AHHHHH HE'S STILL HERE! CHADDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" Rukia grabbed the chair she was sitting on, and was ready to hurl it at the orange-haired man.

"K-Kuchiki-san, you're ruining your uchikake. And, erm, Kurosaki-sama here is really going to be your husband."

"-WHAT?" With the chair still above her head, Rukia stopped her violent outbreak abruptly to look at Momo in disbelief. Ichigo took this opportunity to launch himself at Rukia, snatching the chair from her hands, and pinning her down. "AHHHHHHHH! GET OFF ME YOU FAT-ASS!"

"Unless you listen to me."

"I SAID GET OFF ME!" Rukia squirmed around in vain; her legs were hopelessly tangled with Ichigo's legs while he held her wrists firmly above her head.

"No. Quit trashing around!" Ichigo hissed as he tried his best to hold himself up, and not crush her petite body with his larger frame. Just then, Chad and Ganju rushed to the scene, both in smart, black tuxedos.

"Who the hell-"

"Thank goodness, you guys are here. WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG! Now get this orange beast away from me!" Rukia yelled.

"Yes, Kuchiki-san" Chad and Ganju replied as they reached out for Ichigo, pulling the man up to his feet. Rukia stood up, dusting her uchikake while glaring at the man. She thought hard about how her father had been acting pretty weird lately. He constantly ask her to take care of herself, showered her with gifts, re-informing her about the duty of being a Kuchiki, and expressing his love for her as her father, which was peculiar as he was usually a walking block of ice when it comes to emotions.

"Okay, talk to me." She said, facing Ichigo who was still held by his arms by Rukia's two bodyguards. Ichigo let out a relieved sigh before telling her about their situation.

"B-b-but, you're so…. Old." Rukia exclaimed with a half-gagging face. Ichigo narrowed his eyes at the petite girl. "Look, it's not like I want to marry you either." Ichigo sighed. "But you, of all people, should know what this marriage is about."

"Business." Rukia replied softly while Ichigo nodded. Sitting beside the orange-haired man, Rukia's face felt warm, and soon, tears began to fill her vision. Rukia knew, from the day she was born, her future was fixed. So, she wasn't surprised, or whatsoever, when she found out she was getting married to this man. It wasn't like she was expecting a prince to sweep her off her feet. But, she was devastated and depressed. She didn't know it would happen this early in her life. She's only 14, for God's sake.

The hall was decorated with elaborate streamers, flowers, and ornaments. A long table was placed at the end of the hall, providing small pastries and beverages. The guests mingling amongst themselves, dressed in an assortment of tuxedos, gowns, and kimonos. The sound of their small talks filled the hall, until a loud rumbling was heard. They were silent for a while, before they continue on their social interactions.

"HEYHEYHEY! I thought we were cool? HEY! Stop throwing shit at me!" Ichigo yelled as he ran around the backstage.

"You could've said no! Why didn't you disagree? What is wrong with you!"

"Look, I'm sorry alright! I needed this!"

"YOU PERVERT! Why would you want to marry a girl who is a decade younger! You stupid pedophile! AHHHH!"

"I can explain!" Ichigo shouted as he ducked below a table.

"I don't need your explanation, idiot! Just freaking call this stupid wedding off!"

"I work in a company called Masaki Records." Ichigo explained as he continued to dive and duck into different furnitures. "I said. I don't need your stupid explanations!"

"Your dad's company, Kuchiki Corporations, is our biggest client."

"SHUT UP!" Rukia screamed, flinging a candelabrum at him, barely missing his right ear.

"Damn it, Rukia! Anyways, my mom. She… she passed away 2 years ago."

"Why are you telling me this!"

"And her name is Masaki." Rukia stopped her attack and stared right into Ichigo's eyes. "ARGH! I HATE YOU!" Rukia finally blurted out after about 3 seconds of silence as she slumped on to the floor. She can't say no now that she knew how much this means to him. "But why should I help a complete stranger? If I do help him, who is there to help me?" She watched as Ichigo walked towards her. "Okay, so he doesn't look like THAT much of a bad person. But urgh, how am I supposed to marry this guy? Age aside, I never really been with a guy. Hell, I've never even talked to a guy who is not Chad, Ganju, daddy or grandpa… I'm pathetic."

"Let's make a deal." Rukia looked up to see Ichigo standing beside her, smiling.

"What."

"We'll treat this like a show, or a play. We get this stupid ceremony over and done with, and that can be the end of our relationship. We go on with our own separate lives." Ichigo proposed, looking expectantly at the petite girl. "We might have to live together." Rukia frowned at this. "BUT, my house is big enough, so we might not even meet each other, so that's fine. Aside from some events that may require us to be present together, we would pretty much be two unrelated, total strangers. This whole marriage can just be an act!"

"But, we'll still be married! WE, according to the law and the government, are NOT strangers!"

"We have to be, for now. Then, when you come of age, we could get a divorce." Rukia thought for a moment about this. It seemed like a reasonable deal, she got to please her father, help this total stranger, AND still be able to lead her life as per normal. Rukia looked up at Ichigo again, she narrowed her eyes. "So, what's the catch?"

"A Kuchiki indeed. Well, when you come of age, Byakuya would definitely hand over Kuchiki Corporations to you. When that happens, we can get a divorce. BUT, you have to keep your end of the deal, which is to continue your investments in my company. Deal?" Ichigo said with a smirk as he held his hand out in front of Rukia.

"Deal." Rukia said, as she stood up, took his hand and shook it firmly. "On two conditions."

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat." Ichigo groaned.

"Do you want to get married or not?" Rukia asked, as she folded her arms across her chest and cocked her hip.

"Alright alright."

"One, you transfer me to a public school."

"Huh? What school are you in now?"

"Seireitei Girl's School. And, I hate it there."

"Fair enough." Ichigo shrugged.

"Two, during the ceremony, when you're supposed to kiss the bride." Rukia squirmed a little at this. "Fake it."

"Fake it? How?" Ichigo asked with a frown.

"I don't know, we lean towards each other, get as close as possible, but just… stop before we actually kiss." Rukia suggested while her cheeks slowly became slightly pink.

Ichigo let out a huge smirk at this. "Ah… I see. So you haven't been kissed."

"NO! SHUT UP! I DIDN'T SAY THAT! I-I-I just didn't want my lips to be tainted with your disgusting saliva."

"Mmm, yeah okay." Ichigo replied, still with the shit-eating grin.

"I, now, pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Both turned to face each other while the crowd swooned at the romantic scene being played out before them. Ichigo sauntered towards the dark-haired girl, smiling. Rukia, on the other hand, watched Ichigo nervously; she shot him several looks to remind him of the deal that they had made a while ago. He stood before her, stooping to her height and leaned forward towards her. Their faces got closer and closer; Rukia's face now, visibly red as she felt his breath against her lips. Most of the audience began to clap, and she knew that that was her cue. Rukia slowly pulled away, relieved that this is all over, and that she successfully had the audience fooled. "Not so fast." Ichigo let out a smirk. Rukia gasped when she felt his arm snaking around her waist. He pulled her in and pressed his lips onto hers. The audience went wild at the spectacle. Holding her firmly against him, he mumbled into her lips, "This is for being such a brat."

A/N: How was it? Do you like it? Hate it? Please review! I'm still pretty new at this. Hahahahaha!