A/N: Hey there. About this fic, let's say I was curious about it myself, so I decided to do a little research about it. Since it's sure a rare thing, I was surprised to find that most points could actually relate to Rukia's character, and who knows? Maybe Tite Kubo did it on purpose, after all, we know next to nothing about Rukia's past. Anyways, I hope you have a good time reading this. Let me know what you thought! xP

Title: Purple Eyes
Rating: M
Pairing: Ichigo x Rukia
Synopsis: Ichigo begins to wonder about the color of Rukia's eyes, since they're the only purple eyes he's ever seen or heard of in his life, and decides to do some research about it. What will ensue?

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach (Except for the bottle in the laundry room. :P), nor the "Alexandria's Genesis" theory or text I'll be using. You can find that here:
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The living room was quiet… too quiet.

It was well into the afternoon; golden rays of light lazily filtered through the windows, warming up the house, and in the midst of the silence you could clearly listen to the rhythmic tick-tack of the clock down the hall.

Tick-tack…

To tell the truth, it was irking her. She'd came to the living room to read in peace but instead she found herself too annoyed to pay attention to the manga she was holding in her hands.

Tick-tack…

Now, you may be wondering why she was so annoyed in the first place. Surely the tick-tacks of the clock weren't enough to set her off?

Tick-tack…

You'd be right to assume so.

Tick-tack…

The thing that was annoying her most were not the tick-tacks…

Tick-tack…

It was him.

Tick-tack…

He was sitting on the couch opposed to hers and held what appeared to be a medical book in his lap. Not that he was reading it, no. He'd given that up long ago in favor of staring at her.

Tick-tack…

Sure, he'd been doing so more openly ever since the 'Snow Flakes incident' as she liked to refer to it, but still it peeved her. They hadn't really ever done anything more than kiss that night. A few shy glances the day after, coupled with and even fiercer need to protect each other had really not helped matters along either. To tell the truth, this unresolved relationship was annoying her. What was she to him? After the kiss she had reluctantly retired to her quarters as he followed her with his eyes as if asking her not to leave him, but of course she had too! What would she do if one of his sisters woke up to find her missing only to run into Ichigo's room for help and instead find her and their brother snogging? That would not go well… anyways, nothing had been resolved that night, or the day after, or the next one for that matter! So what were they!?

This confusion was making her very cranky. Luckily for Ichigo, the ones at the end of her sword were usually the hollows.

She took a peek over the edge of the manga she had strategically posed directly in front of her face, determined to find out if he was still staring.

Tick-tack… Twitch…

Yep, he was still staring… She heaved a sigh, snapped the manga shut and placed it in her lap, glaring at him.

"What do you want!?" she all but shrieked at her offender.

"Nothing," he replied, nonplused, still staring at her, usual frown in place.

"Ichigo…" she growled, "You've been staring at me ever since this morning. Tell me what the hell is going on!"

"I told you already - nothing," he retorted, his gaze unwavering.

Giving up on words she threw the manga at him; it hit him square in the face. He glared back at her. The manga fell upon his open book, unnoticed by either of them.

"Well, if you don't want anything, stop staring! It's highly annoying! I couldn't even concentrate on my book!" she protested, crossing her arms defensively.

"I'm not staring…" he waved her notion off, shifting his gaze to his book momentarily.

Rukia growled at him.

'Oh, the nerve of him!'

Seeing he was distracted for the time being, she took a peek at the book in his lap, curiously before she glared at it too. Whatever it was about, she was sure it was its fault that Ichigo kept staring at her.

Looking around she tried to localize her fallen manga. She couldn't see it in the floor and it wasn't beside him on the couch either…Standing up, she noticed he had let it drop in his lap over his own. She tilted her head curiously and raised an eyebrow in suspicion. Wasn't he supposed to be reading? Wasn't it bothering him?

Walking over she snatched the manga from his lap and cast a quick glance at the book he was reading.

"Just how long were you planning to keep this?" she questioned before she sank in the couch next to him, still glaring at him.

"You threw it at me; I didn't even touch it," he cast a serious look at her before concentrating on his book again.

"What are you reading anyways?" she changed the subject, peeking at the book again; annoyance mostly forgotten in the midst of her curiosity.

"Medical book," he replied shortly and matter-of-factly.

She smacked the back of his head, infuriated.

"I can see that for myself," she admonished, "I meant 'what's it about'?"

"Genetics," he retorted, turning a page.

"Uh," she looked at the new pages that featured mostly illustrations of eyes, "You thinking of becoming an eye doctor?" she asked, honestly curious.

He frowned at her.

"An Ophthalmologist?" he corrected her, "Nah."

"Then why are you reading that book?" she inquired, perplexed.

"Just curious," he cast another look at her.

"About what?" she continued her inquiry, not understanding his point.

Staring at her again, he raised an eyebrow dubiously.

"I think the theme is pretty self explanatory." He blurted out without thinking.

"Specifically." She added with a glare, tempted to hit him again.

He seized her and chose to retaliate.

"Why should I tell you?"

"Just do! What's so wrong about that?" she insisted, not taking the bait, "I'm 'just curious'!" she mimicked.

Frowning he pondered on her request; she looked pretty serious about it. She was looking at him expectantly, as she waited half-patiently for his answer.

After a while he sighed deciding maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing. After all, all she had to do was ask his father for it if she wanted to know what he'd been probing at, since he'd been the one to give him the book for his 'research' and wouldn't ever dream to hide it from Rukia if she requested it. Though, considering some of the topics the book covered… he wasn't so sure he wanted her to know he now knew about some of them. It wouldn't be very healthy for him - since she would probably try to kill him.

Focusing on her request again he grudgingly admitted she had a right to know what he had discovered; he just didn't expect her to be very thrilled by the fact. Casting a glance at her, he saw her still staring at him, silently fuming.

"So?" she pressed, "What are you researching?"

He shifted uncomfortably and sighed before relenting and giving a short answer, hoping she wouldn't ask any more questions.

"Purple eyes."

Seeing her confusion his hope went up in smoke.

"What about them?" Rukia frowned.

Ichigo sighed, frustrated.

"They're a very rare eye color, so I decided to do a little investigation," he explained.

She nodded thoughtfully and her eyes lowered and unfocused as she reflected. She knew Ichigo was a good student, and since his father was a doctor, she supposed it was normal that once in a while he became curious about medical topics. Still… that didn't explain his stares. Ever since he'd picked up that book he'd been throwing her weird glances or staring at her for long moments.

Focusing back on him she continued, still unsatisfied since she had no idea why he'd became so focused on her if he was supposed to be researching.

"…so what does that have to do with me?" she wondered, "Why were you staring?"

Ichigo's head turned to her so quickly his neck snapped. Berating himself for such a quick reaction and he eyed her, baffled.

"What?" she asked, mystified.

"Are you seriously asking me what do purple eyes have to do with you?" he replied, not sure if he should be amused or exasperated at her obliviousness.

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Rukia… you should really look in a mirror sometime." He shook his head and snorted as his amusement overpowered his exasperation. How could she not know?

"What does that have to do with… oh." Her eyes sparkled in glee, "My eyes are…" she trailed off, apparently surprised. Seeing the berating look he was giving her she frowned at him. "Well, I guess I forgot. I don't usually carry mirrors around just to look at my eyes when I'm battling hollows," she spat sarcastically, "and it's not like people go around mentioning it."

"Hmhmm, I think they're just used to it by now." he speculated.

Watching her eye the book again, he decided to takes his chances. She'd find out eventually – his father might bring it up with his thoughtlessness, or she could be the one to ask him herself. She'd be much more angry at him if she found out later than if he showed her. At least he hoped so…

"Want to read about it?" he asked with slight apprehension. He hoped she declined, but when did she ever do what he hoped for?

Seeing her tiny nod he sighed, anticipating pain.

"Here, look." He shoved the book into her hands and leaned closer.

Rukia blushed at the proximity but pretended not to notice.

"W-what exactly am I looking for?" she stuttered nervously.

"This," he turned the page back, "There's really very few we know of it since it's such a rare thing, but this book explains it pretty well as far as science revealed to date. Read here." He pointed at the paragraph directly below the image of a woman wearing a weird set of clothes. The picture looked pretty old.

"Uh, right…" she focused on the text he pointed, "'Alexandria's Genesis'?" she asked to be sure.

"Yep, that's the one." He leaned back and watched her as she began to read.

"Purple eyes and… other interesting anormalies!?" she glared at him in anger, "Does that mean I'm a freak or something!?" she asked testily.

"No. It just means it's not something that's usually seen. People with purple eyes belong to a very distinct race; no one knows what happened to them." He explained peacefully. If he was going to be trashed by her she'd better do it for a good reason like… he blushed at the thoughts that crossed his mind and shook his head trying to dispel such ideas. Well, of one thing he was sure: she'd definitely know when she found the reasons.

She continued to glare at him for a few more seconds for good measure before she turned to the book again. Under the title followed the next text, which she read in a low voice.

"The Origins of the "Genesis"" she read the sub-title and looked at Ichigo who gazed back at her and kept silent, urging her to continue. Sighing in defeat she looked back to the page and continued.

""Alexandria's Genesis," as it has been called since the 1960s, is a genetic mutation generally found in women of Euro-American (Caucasian) descent. This mutation can be traced as far as the Middle Ages in Northern Europe. The first known record of "Alexandria's Genesis" was written in the year CE 1330 (Common Era)." She quoted, "Uh… I guess you're right. They are pretty old." She added.

"Says the 150 year old midget," he commented nonchalantly, which only earned him a swift kick in the shin before she continued reading as if nothing had happened.

"A woman named Alexandria Augustine came into the world on April 29, CE 1329 in London, England." She tilted her head and looked at Ichigo, "Where's that?"

"I'll show you later." He promised.

"Hmm, ok." She continued, "At the time, she appeared to be normal, but her parents soon noticed that her eyes were changing from the blue eyes Alexandria had at birth to the purple eyes she would have by her first birthday." Her eyes widened in wonder, "Wow… that happened to me?"

"I don't know, I wasn't even born then, remember?" he rolled his eyes, "But yeah, most likely."

She continued to read with interest, now, "The parents were startled by this dramatic change. They took her to their priest, thinking that a witch did this to their child, and that the priest might be able to ask God to change the eye color back. The priest told the parents that it was not the work of the devil, but a myth come true." She made a small pause before continuing, "This particular priest had heard a story about a race of people who had purple eyes… Oh! Were these the ones you were talking about earlier?"

"Yes, the very ones."He smiled slightly. It was fun, watching her be so fascinated about her own legacy.

"These humans were thought to have come from Egypt…" again she paused and raised an eyebrow at him. He mouthed a 'later' at her and she continued, "…after a mysterious light flashed in the sky during a moonless night thousands of years ago. The purple-eyed humans also had very fair skin, and were thought to be spirits because of their appearance." Her eyes widened, "…This does describe me pretty well. No wonder you kept staring."

At that he chuckled.

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet. Keep reading," he urged.

She nodded absently.

"The so-called "spirit people" eventually went north and vanished without a trace. The priest told her parents not to worry, for they had a special child in their hands and they should take good care of her. Eventually, Alexandria grew up to be a very beautiful woman, got married, had four children (all four were girls, and all four also had the mutation), never got sick, and died at the age of 150 of natural causes. Is this truth!?" She squeaked, "I would have lived that long if I hadn't died when I was a baby?"

"As far as science can tell, yes," he nodded.

She finished reading the paragraph, mesmerized.

"It is this discovery that helped to name the genetic mutation when the gene was discovered in 1968."

"Yep, now read this one," he turned the page and pointed to the new title.

"The Characteristics of "Alexandria's Genesis"" she began, smiling.

She was enjoying finding out more about herself. Her sister might have known something, but she was dead, her brother wouldn't speak of it even if he knew; talking of his deceased wife had always been tough for him. She didn't have anyone else to ask - not until now at least. She should have known after all the changes Ichigo had brought, he'd also be the one to help her find the answers about her past, and he was proving her right presently, sharing this with her.

As she read a multitude of questions began to form in her head.

Was she really related to this race? Who were them? Where had they disappeared to? If they had disappeared, how could she be related to them? Had her death at such young age prevented any other symptoms to develop accordingly, or not?

Focusing on reading again, she filed the thoughts for later scrutiny.

"The first characteristic of people with "Alexandria's Genesis" is their eye color. When someone is born with this genetic mutation, the eyes are either blue or gray at birth. At six months, the eyes begin their transformation from the original color to purple. This process is completed by the person's first birthday… Uh, so I died with purple eyes already." She looked at Ichigo briefly and explained, "I was wondering if I dying so young would have somehow stopped those changes from happening."

"Not as far as I can tell," he commented, blushing slightly thinking of some of the differences typical from her race.

Dismissing his blush as Ichigo-weirdness she continued to read.

"A second process, where the eye color deepens, starts as soon as the first is completed. This slow process continues until the onset of puberty. By then, the eye will have become a dark purple, a deep purple, a royal purple, or a violet-blue color, and will be that color for the rest of their time. These changes do not affect the person's eyesight, though. If anything, the eyesight is, and remains until death, 20/20." Her eyes widened, "Wow… I really am abnormal. Hey, you think it's possible that Captain Unohana might be able to find some cure based on my genes?" she wondered briefly.

"I don't know," he answered before a cold shiver ran down his spine at the next thought that crossed his mind and he turned slightly green.

"What?" she frowned.

"I was just thinking that you'd better hope nothing of this ever gets to Captain Kutotsuchi's ears, unless you want to become one of his precious guinea pigs." He shuddered at the notion.

Her eyes widened and she squirmed uncomfortably, shivering and also turning slightly green at the thought of all the experiences he'd like to perform on her. Sweating in nervousness she agreed.

"Y-yeah. L-let's keep it a secret; just the two of us." She pleaded, to which he nodded keenly.

Taking a deep breath, she continued.

"Speaking of puberty, those who have the mutation will never grow any facial, body, pubic, or anal hair during this stage of growth…" she blushed as she read this part, figuring out what Ichigo had meant before when she'd wondered about the possibility of her early death preventing the changes and he'd replied 'not as far as he could tell'. Taking a quick peek at him she found him blushing too, confirming her suspicions.

'Of course he can't tell, he's never seen me n-n-naked.' She mused, blushing further, 'He'd be dead if he had!' She added with a frown, trying to convince herself that she'd slaughter him if that ever happened.

"In fact, the only hair they will ever have is what is on their heads, in their ears and nose, their eyebrows, and their eyelashes. Women also have an added bonus beyond never having to shave: never buying tampons or pads. It turns out that females born with "Alexandria's Genesis" never menstruate in their lives." At this she flushed scarlet and buried her head in the book to keep Ichigo from noticing. Unnoticed by her he was blushing just as hard as she was and had sunk into the couch.

"Why is there never a hole on the ground when you need one?" he wondered lowly, but she heard non-the-less and silently agreed.

"They are fertile, however, and can go through the same things that women without the mutation can go through every month. Beyond these differences, those with the mutation go through puberty as normally as everyone else does." She finished.

A moment of silence followed, in which Ichigo anticipated his pending doom.

"I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with you knowing so much about me." she finally said, her eyebrow twitching in annoyance at the mortification it made her feel.

"So… uh, it's truth then." He settled.

Dropping the book in her lap she elbowed his stomach harshly and stood up quickly as he writhed in pain, the book falling to the floor, disregarded.

"You dare ask that of me!?" she shrieked nervously.

"I didn't ask!" he growled back, clutching his stomach, "You said so yourself!"

"You still shouldn't have said so!" She hit his head for good measure.

"OUCH!" he complained, though he had fully expected such a reaction from her, "What the hell are you trying to do? Murder me!?"

"I'd be no less than you deserve!" she punched his shoulder.

"Stop that, damnit!" he protested, "The book isn't about you, you know? It's just a small collection of scientific known facts about your ancestors' genes! Not my fault if the damn scientists knew more than they should!" he grumbled the last part.

"It's not the book that's upsetting me! It's the fact that you know more than you should!" she admitted, blushing.

"Yeah, well, there's nothing I can do to forget it now, is it!?" he retorted, blushing also and sinking further into the couch.

"Geez, why did you have to go and be fascinated by my eyes so much that-"

"I was not fascinated!" he defended himself, blushing slightly, "I was just curious!"

"Well, curiosity killed the cat! Be glad I'm not killing you. Now go away." She glared and bended down so she could pick up the book; fortunately it'd fallen open on the right page, despite the folded pages that would probably leave a mark. Holding it, she also grabbed her manga and retreated to the opposite couch where she sat, glaring at him. Clearly a warning so he wouldn't come close anytime soon.

Grumbling to himself, Ichigo got up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Tick-tack…

Well, and those.

Steaming in embarrassment from the earlier events she turned her attention to the medical book again, trying to ignore the ruckus he was making in the kitchen. Who knows what he was doing in there...

"Below are all of the characteristics of "Alexandria's Genesis."" She quoted, allowing her eyes to roam the list bellow.

"Clear, silver-like purple eyes (after 1st birthday; deepen in color until onset of puberty). Hmm… well, the only person who could verify that would be Hisana-nee-sama. I guess I'll never really know, since she's dead." She pondered, thoughtfully.

The sounds in the kitchen stopped and she heard footsteps going upstairs and a door closing. Looking back she noticed that she was now alone downstairs.

'Guess he retreated to his room...'

Tick-tack…

Turning her head to the front again she sighed in irritation.

'The house really is too quiet today.' She growled mentally, pondering the thought of going down the hall and breaking the damn clock, '… better not.'

Looking down she continued.

"No facial or body hair growth beyond what was already there at birth. Uh…truth…" she blushed a bit, "Dark brown or black hair. Yep, black hair…" she fingered the ends of her locks absently as she inattentively listened to the front door opening, "Shimmering white skin that resists tanning and burning. Also truth. People usually wonder how I never get a tan, well, I guess this explains it…" the door closed softly and she couldn't hear anything more. Dismissing it, she continued, "Lack of menstruation cycle (in women). Truth as well… Highly evolved immune system (has been known to resist every disease known to man so far).Wow… well, that rules out death by disease. I always wondered how I died… oh shit! It also means that now I really have to make sure Captain Kutotsuchi never knows about this!" she freaked.

"Hmm, yeah, I guess you really should. He's a lunatic."

Without thinking she pumped her right fist up, hitting a jaw, sending the offender flying back. Placing the book carefully on the couch beside her she stood up and turned to face him.

"Ichigo! I thought I told you t-" she gasped in horror and quickly jumped over the couch, "Kurosaki-san! I'm so sorry!" she held the fallen man, who was cradling his jaw with a hand, making sure it wasn't broken, "Ichigo was annoying me and I thought he'd came back so I just… reacted. I'm really sorry. Should I get some ice for… uh, why are you smiling?"

Ishin was looking at her with tears in his eyes and a smile. She never had time to run.

"Oh, Rukia-chan! I'm so proud of you! You punched me harder than Karin does!!" he hugged her while she tried to get out of his hold, "You almost passed Ichigo's record! This calls for a celebration!" he turned to his wife's memorial poster and continued, "Oh, Masaki! Aren't you proud of our third daughter?"

"Ah… Kurosaki-san…" she began.

"Now, now, Rukia-chan. You can call me 'father'. After all, we're practically family," He laughed, letting her out of his crushing hug and slapping her back cheerfully.

Rukia slumped forward and laughed uneasily.

"R-right…" she agreed before she recalled that Kurosaki-san seemed to know about Captain Kutotsuchi. Sobering up she stared at him, raising her eyebrow in suspicion.

"What is it?" he asked still smiling and standing up.

Standing up as well she faced him uncertainly.

"Kurosaki-san…"

"Father," he grinned.

"Right… father," she conceded, "before I, uh, punched you…" she hesitated.

"Yes?" he questioned eagerly.

She sighed in frustration. 'Maybe I should ask outright.'

"Were you eavesdropping?" she asked, crossing her arms and glaring lightly at him.

"…maybe?" he granted.

Her glare intensified.

"How do you know of Captain Kutotsuchi?" she questioned next, suspiciously.

At that he sobered up.

"Ah… well," he came closer and lowered his voice, "I can't really tell you that right now. Ichigo might overhear."

"So you do know him?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah, him, Urahara, Yoruichi, little Byakuya, Ukitake, old man Yamamoto, the all bunch of them." He confessed in hushed tones, "But my kids don't know anything about that, so I'd like you to keep it a secret until I tell them, ok?"

She nodded absently.

"B-but that means…" she blinked in astonishment.

"Yeah, I used to be a Shinigami. A Captain at that!" he admitted whispering, striking a proud pose and laughed, "Where do you think Ichigo got all that insane amount of reiatsu from?"

"Uh… good point," she granted, thought she was interested to know how a shinigami could have human children. Maybe she could ask later. "Don't worry, I'll keep my promise."

"What promise?"

Both turned on their heels to see Ichigo standing right next to them.

"Eep! Ichigo!" she squeaked.

"Ichigo, my boy!" Isshin tried to glomp him, missing for a few inches and falling on the floor.

Ichigo dismissed his father's usual attitude by placing a foot on his father's back, so he wouldn't be able to get up and kept his eyes focused on Rukia's.

"What promise?" he reiterated as Ishin squirmed under his foot.

"Uh, nothing you should worry about," she smiled nervously.

Ichigo frowned, unaware of the grin his father now had.

"Why are you lyi-OUCH!" he fell down from the hit his father gave to the back of the knee of his supporting leg.

Being set free Ishin quickly stood up and pointed at Ichigo on the floor childishly.

"AH-HA! You'll never be able to defeat me!" he laughed.

"Shut up! I've defeated you plenty of times before!" he stood up and faced him, ready for a fight, efficiently sidetracked by his father's strategy.

Rukia took the chance to quietly tip toe to the couch and retrieve the books, since both of them were now absorbed in their usual family fights. Picking them up she tried to avoid them and go upstairs but they were blocking the way. They were circling around each other throwing punches and blocking them, the occasional ones going through the defenses. One Ichigo threw landed in Isshin's jaw on the opposite side where she had earlier hit him. A loud pop issued.

Rukia stood to attention, nervously, and made her way to the kitchen still holding the books. 'Ice, ice, I should get some ice…'

"Ah, thanks my boy, I was in need of that," he continued to fight as if nothing had happened.

Rukia dropped the books in the counter and ran for the freezer.

"No problem. Were you fighting Ishida's dad again?" Ichigo smirked, having found recently that the two older man were very much like himself and Uryuu.

Retrieving a plastic bag from a nearby drawer she filled the bottom of it with ice, knotted it, and closed the freezer.

"Surprisingly, no." Isshin laughed.

Rukia entered the living room again carrying the plastic bag full of ice and made way to them.

"Rukia-chan did it." he nodded in her direction.

Ichigo froze and turned to stare at her in shock.

"Wha-?"

Rukia continued unaware and extended the bag to Isshin.

"Here you go, Kuro-"

"Father," he insisted once again, childishly, "I thought we went over it already."

Ichigo kept looking from one to another, still astonished, as she smiled lightly and rolled her eyes. 'Oh, fine…'

"Here you go, father," she said once again extending the bag in his direction; this time he took it.

"Thank you, Rukia-chan," he promptly ran towards Masaki's poster and began to wail, "Oh, Masaki! She's such a good daughter! She's just like you!!"

Snapping out of the shock Ichigo pointed to his father and turned to face Rukia, who was beside him, staring at Isshin's actions.

"…You… punched him?" he asked brokenly.

Rukia blushed and turned to face him, uneasily, as Isshin kept wailing at the poster.

"I didn't mean to. It was a reflex!" she explained, to which Ichigo promptly dropped to the floor laughing, "I thought it was you!"

Ichigo only rolled over, laughing harder.

"Then… you must have… punched him pretty hard!" he continued laughing.

"Almost as hard as you do, according to him," she admitted sheepishly, "He wanted to celebrate…"

"That's right! We have to celebrate!" he snapped to attention and ran by heading to the front door, "I have to go pick up the girls so we can get here soon enough for you all to get ready! We're eating out today in honor of Rukia-chan's strength!!" he enthused as he closed the door behind him.

Ichigo hit the floor in mirth and kept laughing.

"It's not funny!" she growled in mortification.

"You're right," he gasped, "I'm losing my breath from laughing so hard!" he mocked.

"Urgh!" she stomped her foot and left him laughing on the floor as she made her way to the kitchen to get the books back.

Ichigo tried to calm down, but only managed to do so slightly. Sitting up cross legged he saw her getting out of the kitchen with the books in her arms and he sobered up some more, though he was still laughing.

"Where are you going?" he asked when she passed by and turned to follow her progress with his eyes.

"Upstairs," she said, "You done laughing like a lunatic?" she raised an eyebrow.

At that he started laughing again and she turned her back on him.

"Forget it," she grimaced.

Standing up he followed her upstairs, still smirking at the thought of her punching his father by mistake.

A/N: So this is it for the 1st chapter. Actually, this was supposed to be a one-shot, much like Snow Flakes, but I've written over 10thousand words so far and I think it's all coming along rather suddenly, so I'd like to break it off in two or three chapters to work that out. Besides, its still nowhere near as finished as it should be. xD

Anyhow, hope you liked this 1st chapter, I'll be updating soon. (^ ~)*