Disclaimer- Bleach is Tite Kubo's property.

Note- This chapter is betaed by NieveDrop, without her help this chapter really couldn't have been even half as good. Her feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope I do justice to this story that she's helped me guide through so much.

"Ahhh... that felt so good. I'm going to take a shower first and leave. I've early classes tomorrow." An orange-haired male with a lean, yet muscular, body rolled off the thoroughly satisfied girl underneath him. Of course he didn't tell her that he was planning to skip them anyways, but he didn't want to insult the girl who slept with him by running away right after doing the deed.

"Hmm... ok Kurosaki-san. Oh, we haven't exchanged our numbers yet, can you give me yours?" she asked casually. They'd already discussed it and decided there wouldn't be any strings attached—just simple plain old sex and that's it. Even though the young doe-eyed girl knew it was just a one night stand, after he rocked her world, as corny as that sounded, she wanted to see him again.

"I don't mind being just sex buddies. No other expectations, I promise." Well, it was too late for that, because even she knew that she was starting to have serious feelings for the school Adonis.

Kurosaki Ichigo stopped midway through picking his clothes up off the table when he heard that from the girl he thought he told clearly it was just for tonight. He looked at her tiredly, as if saying 'here we go again.' It was troublesome when he had to deal with girls who wanted more and he didn't. How much clearer would he have to be except to resort to reserving a four hour room at a love hotel? She was good in bed, he admitted, but not extraordinary. He also knew how easy it was for people, especially women, to develop feelings from something physical. Realizing that it was a bad idea to keep in contact with her, especially since they both attend the same high school, Ichigo contemplated. But her offer was tempting. After all, he was also susceptible to experience dry spells, and it was his last year in high school. Following graduation, he would not ever see her again; only couple more months of school remained. It'll be just physical anyways, he told himself. Besides, he's the unlikeliest of people to get attached, considering his last sex buddy lasted almost six months before she graduated.

He found himself saying, "Sure, why not? But give me your number. I'll be in touch." He didn't really trust her, and he definitely didn't want to give her hope by giving out his phone number.

As the well-endowed girl sat up, the blanket covering her chest slid off. She showed off her lightly bruised chest with pride to let him know he was the one who did it during their rough love making that she enjoyed. She replied with a pout, clearly disappointed, but she did see the ray of hope when he didn't reject her offer entirely. "Sure, I'll give it to you, if you agree to let me wash you," she purred in her most seductive voice while fluttering her eyes. At least she'll getting something out of it, even if it only meant staying a little bit longer with him right now. Because who knew how long she'll have to wait for his phone call.

Kurosaki Ichigo sighed; she was not going to give up on him. He saw determination in her eyes. She was resolved to make him hers, not right away, but gradually. Maybe he should reconsider her proposal. "What happened to 'no expectations'? Didn't we agree that it was going to be purely physical?"

"Yes, washing you is just physical, no talking or flirting," she said with an innocent smile that hid her devious intentions.

He thought for a minute. Oh damn it, he'll think about it tomorrow. Right now he should just go along with it.

"Fine, we've only got twenty some minutes before check out. Better hurry." Kurosaki made his way to the bathroom with the sun-kissed, curvaceous beauty with a Cheshire grin on her face right on his heels.

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Kuchiki Rukia watched her lab partner, Kurosaki Ichigo, mutter sweet nothings to the blonde across their table.

"Your smile makes you glow. You look like an angel," Ichigo said in a very flirtatious tone.

"Thank you. But I'm lucky to see you smile Kurosaki-kun, since you don't smile a lot. When you do, you look very handsome," the blonde gushed at him trying to be bashful to look cute and innocent, but she came across as a seductress.

"It's because I'm talking to a beautiful girl that it makes me happy... " so continued their shameless flirting in the classroom while everyone else was busy doing their own work.

Kurosaki Ichigo always got on her nerves when he acted like the stereotypical playboy; it made her irritated with him. In class, she had the misfortune of having a seat next to him, which meant that all of his friends, mostly girls, huddled around his desk and took over her space as well. Even when she would point out that it was her seat they were kindly resting their dirty feet on, they'd ignore her and treat her as if she was invisible. But that wasn't what bothered her the most: it was the Casanova persona he assumed with an utter disregard for others that made him seem callous.

One of her close and dear friends had confessed to him, but he rejected her. Instead, he told her that if she wanted, he was available for sex only. Her friend, being as innocent and naive as Rukia herself, was almost tempted to give in. However, Rukia, who was hiding on the side to give her support, jumped out and took her away. She talked sense into her friend while venting her anger about how she shouldn't have let Kurosaki Ichigo treat her that way. She didn't know if she got through to her friend. Even in the end, her friend asked, "But if I like him, isn't it okay to make love with someone I like?" Rukia didn't understand what exactly her friend liked about him. One couldn't simply describe him with a few adjectives. As a result, Rukia found herself observing him, unconsciously at first, and as she found out more about him, he became an interesting being to her.

There were some things that Rukia found to be contradictory in Kurosaki Ichigo. For example, he actually cared about his grades, school work, and clubs, despite always giving off an aura that school can go to hell. She's often seen him at the library studying by himself or staying later at track meets to do his best. He didn't really have many friends, even though he was surrounded by many people. Two of the unlikeliest people in the school were what Rukia deduced to be his friends. One of them was the top of the class and school council president. He had no problem snapping at Ichigo or casually insulting him without Ichigo's retaliation. The other was the quiet giant known as Sado, but only Ichigo referred to him by a nickname, Chad.

He was impulsive, spontaneous with a short temper, and had an element of mystery attached to him. This is why a lot of girls found him so attractive. Of course, it also helped that he looked like a delinquent with his crazy spiky loud orange hair, tan skin enshrouding a lean yet muscular body, and a face some (well, many) considered to be handsome, even with a perpetual scowl constantly etched on it. He assumed a playful personality that was appealing to both sexes, but at the same time, he was a distant person, as if he didn't want anyone to know what he was really like. As Rukia learned more unexpected things about Kurosaki Ichigo, the more she became confused about him. She found him interesting but callous. It was as contrasting as saying, "he is a good person but has a terrible personality."

As a result of how he treated her friend's genuine feelings for him—reducing them to an offer of casual sex, without properly rejecting her—was reason enough to snap at Kurosaki Ichigo at every little thing he did. She didn't care if she was being outright rude when she would snatch the papers from his hand when she collected his homework.

At this moment, Rukia was tired of hearing her lab partner and the blonde's inane cheesy ramblings. It wouldn't have bothered her normally, but unfortunately Ichigo was her lab partner, and she needed him to pull his weight. She turned to him, annoyance obvious on her face. "Kurosaki, would you please pay attention to the solutions in the tube instead of flirting? Unfortunately, my grades are precarious, especially when I'm paired up with you, so please at least take care not to inconvenience your lab partner," Kuchiki Rukia stated the last part somewhat condescendingly.

The orange-haired teen turned to her suddenly, donning an irritated grin because she had interrupted his flirting session. He looked over the girl whose pride, as he had observed the first day being paired with her, belied her very small stature and violet doe eyes. She wouldn't give him the time of the day and always threw insults at him. At first, he thought she was trying to get his attention by acting like that, but he found out that wasn't the case.

She and her auburn-haired friend stood at their lockers in the morning. With their backs to him, they didn't notice him standing behind them. He could clearly hear their conversation, and he paid close attention when his name was said with venom by the dark-haired, petite girl.

"How can you say that Inoue? Kurosaki is the most superficial person I've ever seen, and you like him?" Rukia inquired with disapproval evident in her voice.

"Yes. I think he's handsome, caring, smart, and fun. I don't even know when I started to like him; it just happened. I still want to let him know my feelings, even if he rejects me." Inoue said softly, but she could understand her friend's worry.

Ichigo was kind of looking forward to Inoue's confession because she was a looker, but she was the innocent and naive type whose world probably would revolve around one person if she became serious about them.

"Inoue, you have seen, as well as I, how he behaves around people and treats girls. Do you really like the type of person who doesn't care for anyone and isn't afraid to stomp on their feelings?" Rukia tried vehemently to dissuade her friend.

"But he's not like that. He's very nice sometimes and cares for people who are close to him," Inoue tried to defend Ichigo.

He was surprised that someone actually perceived him that way. Usually he didn't care about people's opinion of him, but it was interesting that she liked him despite all his faults. He was tempted to test how far she'd go for him.

Still unbeknownst to Rukia and Inoue, Ichigo left them talking, while Rukia sighed heavily, giving up on trying to change her friend's mind. She couldn't do much other than support her when the time came.

It was, of course, no surprise when Inoue confessed to Kurosaki Ichigo later that same day. She really looked like a cute and naive girl whose first love was Ichigo. He wanted to see if she would still like when he suggested that he wouldn't date her but just have sex with her. Inoue looked shocked to say the least, but Ichigo didn't change his cocky expression standing in a way that she better give him an answer soon because he was ready to bolt otherwise.

After recovering from her initial shock, she looked ready to cry and stuttered her first few sentences. "I-I think you said that y-you don't want to date m-me, but just want to make l-love?"

"No I didn't say make love. I mean we will only meet to have sex, then leave. We won't talk to each other in public, on the phone, or email. Our only relation will be just physical." He coolly listed this off as if reading a part of a contract.

He could see hope glimmer in her eyes. It was so perceptible that she was still optimistic about the situation. He guessed that she was considering this seriously in the hopes that he'd come to like her. But that never happened. The girls who wanted him to return their feelings jumped into such relationship with him, anticipating that his feelings would change over time through such means. When that didn't happen, they got tired of waiting and left him.

Inoue would probably stay with him forever without asking anything in return, but he wasn't such a sadist to do that to a person he clearly didn't have any feelings for.

He was about to laugh it all off as a joke and reject her properly, when her friend jumped in out of nowhere. Kuchiki Rukia took her away, almost yanking her by the arm while giving him a glare that said, "I only expected this from you."

That was the first time he became conscious of Rukia or knew of her existence. She was in the same class with him, sat on his left side, and always paid attention to the instructors. She didn't talk to many people, though she did have a few friends. He noticed her but was not interested until she started to openly display her clear dislike for him. Recently, he noticed her acting differently around him. She wasn't cold to him or outright rude, but she didn't mind snapping at him when they worked together.

Her constant snide remarks at him included, "I hope I don't catch an STD from being in the same vicinity as you," or "Your heart must be good as new, seeing you never used it.*" The statements surprised him initially, but nowadays they were rare.

They'd been assigned to work together in lab for remainder of the year, but he knew nothing of her other than the fact she was short-tempered around him. Otherwise, she was a closed shell. As he looked at Rukia now, his lips curled into a smile, and his eyes reluctantly came to rest on her. "Kuchiki, I've been doing my part of the lab work, just taking a break," he lightly dismissed her.

"If you read carefully, Kurosaki, you would know you're supposed to be observing the changes in the solutions and recording in our notebook. So far, you've been giving your attention to the blonde across the table, unless you have eyes in the side of your head that are recording these results," she quipped with a roll of her eyes and anger toward her partner for not taking her seriously. They were partners; they should be working together, wasn't that logical?

"Oh, sounds like someone's jealous. Are you annoyed that I'm flirting with her?" He was joking of course, but he saw her turn beet red—he suspected from anger.

"A-as if! I've already told you that I don't like you," she snapped indignantly, her voice rising.

Ichigo chuckled. He got her worked up for the first time; now he knew what got on her nerves. He pushed forward, baiting her. "So you say Kuchiki. You know, I've been wondering this for a while. You insult me all the time, as if going out of your way to do so. It's all really too suspicious. If you really hated me then you'd ignore me outright, especially knowing the kind of person I am. Maybe you don't hate me at all… maybe you actually like me." He leaned in close to her when he whispered that part in her ear. Her ears turned red from the tickling of his hot breath on them.

Kuchiki shoved him away. "I-I don't like you." She hated that she wavered a bit, but continued, "We're not in grade school anymore where we bully the one we like."

"Oh so you at least admit that you're bullying me?" Ichigo smirked in amusement at her slip of tongue.

"Think of it whatever you like. But don't think that I am trying to flirt with you." She turned away from him and went back to writing in her lab notebook, though slightly trembling. They were almost finished, except for the clean up.

Ichigo still didn't give up on her. He found her buttons to push just like she pushed his. "So you say. But what if I say that I'm trying to flirt with you?"

Trying to stay unaffected by him, she scoffed, ignoring him. But Ichigo was persistent.

"I get it. You're playing hard to get. I haven't chased after a girl for a long time. I don't mind chasing after you, if it makes you feel more desirable," he continued to half whisper in his deep and seductive voice. He took delight in watching her body reactions, especially when she kept making errors as she wrote in her notebook and almost broke a test tube while washing it. At least he knew he was affecting her, even if she was being obstinate about it.

Rukia turned to him, her face completely red, partly from embarrassment and partly from anger. "Stop thinking every girl is after you. It's embarrassing to see that you're so full of yourself."

"But every girl is after me, and I think it's more like you're denying it to yourself that you don't like me. I can clearly see that you're beet red from blushing. Just give into temptation, I can tell you want me... " He moved his hand up her face, touching her softly and leaning in closer until he was nose to nose with her. Before Rukia could back away or push him away, he caught her lips with his own in a kiss. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets almost from the shock. Her sudden gasp from being kissed out of the blue only encouraged Ichigo as he took it as a sign of pleasure. Rukia's protests were muffled by his mouth upon hers. She tried to force him away with her hands on his chest, but her touch also had the opposite effect. She was not the only one surprised. When they heard the clanking of lab equipment, the whole class turned to see the least likely pair making out in the middle of the class.

Ichigo only intended to scare her by intimidating her. He didn't mean to carry it out all the way, and he definitely didn't foresee the consequences of his impulsive action. But when he was nose to nose with her, he decided to taste her pink lips, giving into his more malicious intentions. It had been a long time since he indulged in something as simple as kissing. As a rule, he never kissed his sex buddies because it was a very intimate gesture acknowledged by both sexes. Kissing Kuchiki Rukia was not bad despite her obvious inexperience in the area. He wouldn't mind showing her more kissing techniques, he joked to himself.

She tried to push him away, but he only pulled her in closer, not willing to end the kiss until he made her feel what every other woman feels. When she felt it, she involuntarily let out a moan. He knew that he would have her as soon as she melted into his kiss—that would certainly break her pride. What he didn't expect was sudden pain and the taste of copper in his mouth. Pulling away he observed Rukia glowering at him with rage, and her eyes glazed as if she was about to cry any minute.

She bit down on his lip very hard, breaking the kiss. His lip was throbbing from pain, and his blood soaked her lips red. He glared at with equal intensity from the pain she bestowed upon him. Other students standing close by saw the way Rukia pushed Ichigo repellently.

"You asshole! What do you think doing whatever you please? Did your brain malfunction when I clearly told you that I didn't want you?! How could you shamelessly force yourself on me after that?! Apologize to me," she demanded, clearly livid. Even if she was trembling, her voice didn't waver. Even if she didn't get any support for going against the popular Kurosaki Ichigo, even if she was scared and risked being isolated, she wanted to defend her pride.

Ichigo was shocked by her bite and embarrassment of him. If anything, she should be the one apologizing to him. "Apologize?" he laughed bitterly. "Shouldn't you be the one apologizing and thanking me? You were the one who was moaning, then bit me out of the blue." He cleaned his lip with the tissue a helpful girl had given to him, her eyes throwing daggers at Rukia while showing sympathy for Ichigo. He noticed Rukia was shaking as if her legs would buckle any minute, she was trying to look strong, even if she looked anything but.

Rukia blushed deeper at this. She couldn't help the physiological reaction she had to the kiss. Although it felt good, it also felt dirty because she'd been kissed with the wrong intentions and without her consent. Anyone would have had a strong reaction to being kissed so passionately. As it was her first kiss, it only made her angrier when she realized it was taken away from someone like Kurosaki—the type of person who did such a thing without feelings. In spite of his efforts to daunt her, she didn't back down. His words only served to provoke her further.

"You're lucky that I'm not asking you to perform Dogeza."

All the students had practically gasped in surprise at hearing her demanding a Dogeza from the resident playboy. Nobody could imagine Ichigo prostrating himself on the ground to humble himself and offer his sincere apology. It would be a blow to anyone's pride, especially someone like Ichigo, who didn't like anyone insinuating he was wrong.

Ichigo scoffed to say, "as if." She was unbelievable. Many of the students in the class thought so, too, with the way this unpredictable incident was taking place.

She was even more frustrated when he casually dismissed her, her feelings, and her being, as if Kurosaki was free to step on them as he pleased. Who did he think he was just because a few girls gave him attention? Rukia clenched her fists and spoke coldly as if there was a storm raging inside her. She repeated in a low voice, "Apologize for this indecent behavior, Kurosaki." Rukia wouldn't give up on something she knew she clearly deserved from a brat like Kurosaki Ichigo.

Like he would compromise his pride by apologizing to someone who was self-righteous. He took a few steps forward and brought his face closer to her, making Rukia lean her head back. She was scared that he would attempt the same disgusting action again. But he simply smiled and stated in a arrogant voice, "No."

She gritted her teeth and looked at his warm brown eyes with her cold ones filled with rage. Then she lifted her hand up and connected it hard with his cheek.

Kurosaki Ichigo stood stupefied from what just happened. He didn't feel the piercing sting on his cheek; instead, he felt something more agonizing—the stares and pity from his classmates while his pride was stomped upon publicly.

The rest of the students in the class let out another audible gasp at a momentous event that they never imagined to occur. Some of the boys snickered at the way Kurosaki Ichigo was brought down to humbleness, but the girls all glared at Kuchiki as if promising to kill her on the spot for doing something so vile to him.

Kuchiki Rukia herself couldn't believe what she had done. Something in her snapped when he taunted her. When he refused to apologize, he hurt her pride. He took away something precious like her first kiss. He deserved that after the disgusting way he behaved toward her.

With a superior lift of her head, though still shaking and trying to recover from what she'd just done, she tried to keep a fearless face. As if on cue, the bell rang to signal the change of classes and brought the whole class out of their stupor.

With that, Kuchiki packed her belongings and headed out to her next class followed by the rest of the class. However, Kurosaki Ichigo remained behind with an empty expression on his face. Many came up to him to console him, but his expression remained dark, and he dismissed them.

That was a surprising reaction. He expected she would be mad, but he didn't think she'd go as far as standing up to him and confronting him bravely in front of so many people, let alone slap him. If she hadn't slapped him, he would've let her off, but the way she showed her repulsion towards him, he'd have to show her exactly how repulsive he truly can be. Kissing her certainly turned out to be a memorable experience for him, and he'd make sure it would be for her, too.

*Actually that phrase I read it online somewhere, but instead of heart it was brain. I found it funny and it stuck to my mind.

Also, Dogeza is almost as same as prostrating except it is lowering yourself (self esteem wise) lower to show sincerity.

I think I will finish this story first before going back to my other ones, I became unhappy with the way I wrote them, so I'm revising them (slowly).

Thank you for reading. Ch 2 is in progress.