AN: Ichigo's POV on Rukia... sigh.. ichiruki!!!! read and review...
PRETTY
Ichigo never thought of Rukia as pretty.
Never did he think of that word when he lowered his eyes to glance at her, as he did many times throughout the day.
Whenever she walked in front of him he couldnt help, but marvel at the gentle sway of her hips and her hair fluttering in the wind. Whenever that happened the word never came to mind.
When he observes her expressive face form so many countless emotions toward him, he was more content with their row then visualizing Rukia as that word.
When he watches her sleeping face and her chest rising and falling with each intake of breath, her small body curled around her, he thought that she was anything but dull, yet never "pretty"
When she smiled, he didn't even know the word.
Never did it come to mind when he fell into her eyes when she looked at him.
He honestly didn't have a word for her, feeling that no word could describe her ruffled hair, the sway of her hips, their rows, her smile, her laugh, her grace, her eyes.
And he knew that there never would be a word worthy enough to define her.