Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach
Set in the future in soul society, enjoy.
He was late, and he knew it. They had been planning this outing for over a month now. After all, this would be their only day off from their shinigami duties. Sure they did spend a lot time together each day, but it wasn't the same at work. He would be Kurosaki-taichou and she would be Kuchiki-fukutaichou, the two stubborn- hotheaded leaders of the fifth squad. So they had both agreed on keeping their private life away from the public, so being late tonight was a big no.
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His white haori danced gracefully against the wind as he hurried to the lake. They had agreed on a romantic moon lit picnic, in the third district of Rukongai. Passing a very well known trade district near the lake, he opted to stop. Can't hurt to buy her a damn chappy and a flower.
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That bastard, he's late again. There, Rukia was sitting by herself, wearing a beautiful white kimono that had a beautiful sakura design to it. She had planned everything to perfection, wanting to make everything wonderful. She had cooked all the food, placed it neatly in a woven basket and carried a comfortable blanket for the two. The night before she stayed up late doing paper work, not even hers but his, and he still had the audacity to show up late. I'm going to kill the bastard.
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"Your late… Kurosaki." Ichigo gulped, her voice was so cold that he could have sworn it could rival that of her brothers.
"Ru-Rukia…" stammered Ichigo. Rukia noticed that he was nervous, no better yet she knew he was scared. She then saw his hand behind his back and immediately asked what it was. "I got you this." Ichigo sheepishly handed her the cute little chappy, that was holding a single white rose.
"So what, you think a damn chappy and flower will fix this," the little shinigami lieutenant said, while throwing the chappy to the ground. Oh god, I'm so sorry chappy, but I had to. Please forgive me.
There they stood, nose to nose. Only Rukia had the face of a killer and Ichigo was nervously running his hand through his hair. He knew there was nothing he could do to explain. He had simply forgotten the outing, which she had constantly reminded him of. Ichigo gave her a gloomy smile.
"Rukia, I'm sorry…" Ichigo admitted. Rukia narrowed her eyebrows, wanting him to continue. "I forgot, plain and simple, I'm sorry," Rukia grew even more menacing.
Ichigo quickly closed his eyes in fear of what was to come next. But it never came, instead came a warm soft hand that captured his face. She tiptoed and gave him a chaste kiss in the lips. "Its okay Ichigo, you had me with the chappy," she happily said, picking up the chappy and the rose.
"Ehh," deadpanned Ichigo. She looked beautiful thou, so he'll let it slide this time. Just staring at her, while she hugged the chappy and took the roses fragrance in, made him feel the love he had for her expand. Then he noticed it, that gleam in her eyes.
"Oh… and Ichigo…" she piped in, "I'm late too,"
Kinda short but I hope you liked it. Please review : )