A/n: I love Kisses…and Ichirukia drabbles. Slay me not, I don't own Bleach.
Kiss or no Kiss?
Rukia peeled off the colored foil, crumpled it between her fingers, and popped the chocolate piece into her mouth. She felt it dissolve on her tongue. It stuck to her lips, thick and sweet. Rukia wondered: Was this why they called it a Kiss?
Across the school yard, she spied Ichigo busy himself with a homemade lunch. A mean thought came to her. Summoning her sweetest smile, she sauntered over to him.
"Hey, Ichigo," she said. "Want some Kisses?"
He practically choked on his chopsticks. When he regained his breath, Ichigo whirled around, glaring wildly. "What did you say?"
She shrugged in a lovable kind of way, and shyly dug her toes into the grass. "I just wanted to share some Kisses with you."
His expression was that of unspeakable horror. His whole face had flushed deep red. Finally, he managed to speak, "Rukia?"
Rukia took his hand and dropped three chocolate Kisses into his palm. Then she closed his fingers around them and patted his fist, smiling. "I wanted to share," Rukia said. "Have a nice lunch, Ichigo."
With that, she turned on her heal and headed back into the main building. Ichigo was still yelling curses when she reached the door. Good. What he had thought she said was exactly what Rukia wanted.