A/N: May 24, 2009.. I redid this chapter a bit. I wasn't " feelin' " it.

A/N: Just trying out something.

Chapter 1

"Officer needed at the Arisawa residence." A disembodied voice came over the radio.

Officer Ichigo Kurosaki sigh and began driving in the direction of the Arisawa home. This would be the third time this month she'd called 'needing an officer'. He knew he was the 'playboy' of town, but this rumor was getting a little out of hand. Getting out of his squad car he knocked on the door. "Tatsuki?" He jiggled the handle of the doorknob and realized it was open. Entering the house he called out Tatsuki's name again, but still no answer.

He entered the living room and he was knocked to the ground. "Ichigo!" Tatsuki purred into his ear. She was dressed scantily in a set of matching purple lacy panties and push-up bra. "You responded just in time!" Her hands wandered over his body slowly.

"Is something wrong Tatsuki?" He easily lifted the woman up off him and stood up. He'd known Tatsuki for years, hell they'd grown up together.

"No, I just needed an officer." The man rolled his eyes at the woman. "You've turned down so many women lately and I just wanted to let you know I was available."

Ichigo fought the urge to gag. "If you don't need me I'm gonna take off. You really shouldn't use 911 for no reason." He turned to leave, but Tatsuki grabbed his hand.

"You don't need to act like such a prude." She smiled a little sideways smile before releasing Ichigo. "I think we've both changed a lot since we were kids." He bolted from the house and got back into his sqaud car.

Rukia banged her fists against the roof of her car. "Stupid overheating, piece of junk!" Lifting up her wedding dress from around her ankles she viciously kicked her car with her pristine white high heels. She saw an approaching cop car and waved him down.

"Are you kidding me?" Ichigo asked himself. "Someone up there must hate me." He said while looking at the tiny woman in a wedding dress. She was the same height of his kid sister Karin and the thought made him laugh. He got out of his patrol car and assessed the smoking pile of metal. "I think it overheated." The woman looked up at him and his breath caught in his windpipe. She had the most startling large violet eyes he'd ever seen. They had an appearance of fatigue and sorrow that brought out feelings in him. Feelings he had no desire to explore.

"You think?" She huffed while pushing back a piece of bangs out of her eyes. "My cell phone died, I don't have a charger. Can you tow me?" She was tapping her foot impatiently, but her eyes appeared mischievous now. She was batting her eyelashes and her voice sounded too rehearsed.

"Are you kidding me?" He threw his arms up in the air as he looked at the bewildered woman. "Who put you up to this? Is Captain Kyoraku playing a game with me?" She was looking at him as though he'd lost his mind. "Or am I dreaming. When in hell would a woman in a wedding dress appear in Karakura town and flag down the one man without the slightest desire for commitment."

Rukia stared openly at the officer. He was vaguely familiar to her, it wasn't every day that someone had orange colored hair. Too bad he was acting like a complete idiot. "What would Shunsui would have to do this?" She placed her hands on her hips with irritation. "I have no idea who you are, but I can assure you no one put me up to this." Her voice was normal now, lacking the annoying falsetto it previously had.

He noticed her make-up had run a little bit and her eyes were somewhat swollen. "Runaway bride?" The woman shook her head negatively.

"Not really. It was a mutual decision." She wiped the smeared make-up from beneath her eyes. "Will you tow me or what?"

"Man you're bossy." Ichigo frowned. "I can't tow you, but I can have you towed, you have 2 options for hotels..."

"I'm actually going to the old Kuchiki place."

Ichigo's eyes widened. "Are you Rukia Kuchiki?" The woman smiled and nodded. "I've been a complete idiot. I shoulda known. We used to play together when your brother used to bring you here! I'm Ichigo Kurosaki." A look of recognition swept over Rukia's face.

"It's nice to meet you again Ichigo."

The pair arrived at the old Kuchiki home a few minutes later. "I hope you know that Urahara and Yoruichi have been living here for about 5 years." Ichigo said as he pulled Rukia's 2 suitcases from the trunk of his car.

"I know." Rukia followed behind Ichigo closely. "I called them before I arrived and they insisted I stay here. Or actually in the guesthouse."

"How long will you be staying in town?" He asked with curiosity. He took in the image of the woman and his heart clenched as he stared. Despite the heat of the warm spring day her hair was still perfectly coifed in a professional up do. A few whisps of bangs hung over her forehead and Ichigo had to fight the urge to push them out of her face.

"I'm not sure." Rukia admitted. "I originally intended in fixing the house then selling it. But it looks like I have my work cut out for me." Ichigo chuckled and agreed before ringing the doorbell. The door swung open and a dark skinned woman no older than 32 with long purple air greeted the pair. She leaned against the door and blocked the pair from entering.

"Aw Ichigo. Is our resident playboy off the market?" Yoruichi snickered then moved aside to usher the pair in. "I'm glad you took in our offer to stay here. It is your sister's former home. BUT, the thing is that the guest house won't be ready for a day or two, so I'm afraid you'll have to stay in the main house til then."

"That's okay!" Rukia assured the woman. "I'm happy to be here either way, is there somewhere I could use the restroom?" Yoruichi showed Rukia to the bathroom before returning to Ichigo.

"Wait til the girls hear about this." Yoruichi laughed when she came back down to the living room.

"Shut up." Ichigo growled. "I found her like that okay? Already IN the wedding dress."

"It doesn't make it a less interesting story either way." Minutes passed with Rukia not returning from the bathroom. "Oi, could you go check on her? I gotta go check on the oven." Ichigo nodded wordlessly and walked up to the bathroom.

"Rukia?" He called, but there was no answer. "Hey Rukia."

"Yea?" She called after a few moments.

"Are you okay?"

"I came up to change, but I got really dizzy."She stated before opening the bathroom door. She sat back down on the toilet and placed her head on her hands. "I think it's the dress."

"Then change." He offered obviously. The woman looked up at him and rolled her eyes.

"If I could reach the buttons and zipper I would've done that already." She stood up slowly and turned her back to the man. "Help me?" She purred with a funny little smile on her lips. The officer audibly swallowed as he admired her small figure. It was like she was a succubus, drawing him in so quickly, so powerfully. The amount of attraction he felt towards her was frightening. "Come on!" She whined. Ichigo reached to her dress and unfastened the two button loops at the top and slowly pulled down the zipper. Rukia fought the urge to shiver at the feeling of his skin caressing her back.

"All done." He croaked after pulling the zipper to the bottom of the small of her back. Rukia turned to face the man and smile softly.

"Thanks."

Ichigo fought a groan at the sight if Rukia's wedding dress falling off on her shoulders. 'Too erotic. Not good.' He thought to himself painfully. 'God, she even smells good.' He cursed quietly, fighting the urge to run out of the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" Rukia asked with a lifted eyebrow, he certainly was adorable when he was awkward.

"Yea." He muttered. The tiny woman leaned towards him and pressed her hand against his forehead. She got a serious look on her face while keeping her hand against him.

"You don't have a fever. Hm." Ichigo bit into his lip with a small look of discomfort and Rukia's eyes widened with a small smirk. " I'm making you uncomfortable! Are you gay?"

A/N: Okay so that was that. First chapter.