A/N: Hey well here's a quick one-shot. I would of had this out yesterday, but my stupid brother wouldn't get off the computer. Well I hope you enjoy the little one-shot. I can't decide if I should do it in Rukia's point of views too. I also only need one more review to upload my other story before Saturday. It's called Werewolves Dark Rising. Well Read and Review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of it's characters, but Tite Kubo does.

Wake Up Suprise-Ichigo

At this time it was safe to say I was in a peaceful mood, and that would have to be because I was asleep. I was comfortable and didn't feel the need to wake. It was a Saturday, which meant I got to sleep in and boy was I wrong. Is it a crime for a teenage boy to get some sleep around here? I guess so, since a midget decided I needed a wakeup call at seven o'clock in the morning.

At first, the she devil, tapped my bare shoulder. I got hot in the middle of the night and threw my shirt off. I was now left in nothing but my sweats, not that it could bother her. She's an old bitch with no emotions. I scrunched my eyes, trying to pull myself back into dream land, but unfortunately it doesn't work. I then try to pull the covers over my head knocking her hand away in the process, rolled over more towards the window and gave her a grunt that wasn't understandable. It was made to tell her to go away, but as soon as I felt my mattress dip I knew it didn't work.

She crawled onto my bed on her hands and knees; she was so small I could barely feel her weight on the bed. I was hoping she was going to curl up next to me and fall asleep, even though that is so much out of character for her, I hoped she had grown some kind of weird fetish so that I could get some sleep. But no, of course she wouldn't fall to girly temptations; I doubt she even has any. I knew she was on a mission, and that mission was to get me to wake up, which was exactly what I didn't want to do.

I could feel her eyes heavy on me, which made me feel uneasy, but I decided to keep my eyes closed. She leaned over me with both of her arms caging my head in. She bent her arms, lowered her body and head closer to mine. Her lips were right by the side of my face. I tried really hard to not make a move or indication that I was awake. I didn't know what she was about to do. It seemed like she was about to kiss me, but like that was going to happen.

"Ichigo," she said in a harsh whisper, which made me flinch and scowl at her suddenly talking in my ear. I could tell that she thought she was getting the upper hand by the way she repositioned her body on the mattress. She was probably smirking down at me like she news that I was awake, which I wasn't having any of that, so I kept playing along and kept my eyes closed.

She backed off of me, guessing she sat up, and placed both hands on my blanket covered shoulder. She then put a lot of pressure on my shoulder and began to shake my body rapidly. That was it, I had finally had enough. If I couldn't get any sleep then she was definitely going to get it. My eyes shot open and a scowl was never so present on my face. She was still shaking me, so I turned around, grabbed her wrist and looked at her through blood shoot tired eyes. Her pretty violet eyes shone at my amber eyes in shock. She looked at me with her mouth agape, I waited for her to say something, but still nothing came from her soft looking mouth. Damn, I need to stop thinking about her like that, since that was twice in a time space of about thirty seconds. I needed to take this into my own hands, so I gripped her wrist tighter with my right hand and yanked her towards my chest. The blanket fell from my chest, since I was now sitting up. Her face was headed for my bare chest, so I wrapped my left arm around her waist preventing her from colliding with my chest. Then thinking it was a good idea flipped her around and pinned her under my body. Her left hand, which was still gripped in my right, was pinned above her head, while her right arm was pinned to her side by my left arm that was still around her waist. She was in complete shock and her cheeks started to get red. I was guessing it was from my bare upper half being pressed flush against her body. I had most of my weight on top of her, but I knew she could handle it. She was a tough girl, and I had the bruises to prove it.

I smirked inwardly to myself not letting her see my cockiness. Her face became redder by the second and she started to become surprisingly submissive. Keeping all the seriousness in my face, I said, "What are you doing? I am trying to sleep." I looked at the clock then looked back at her. "You do know its seven o'clock in the morning, and for the fact it's a Saturday. And if you didn't know I get Saturdays to sleep in," I said in a belittling voice, which at the time made me sound like a stupid and complete asshole.

Her blush started to fade a little, but it was still present on her face when she smiled up at me. I looked at her a little confused and couldn't help, but wonder what she had at up her sleeve.

"So Ichigo, you think it's Saturday," she said in her fake school girl voice, which made me cringe at the sound of it. She knew I didn't like it and did it to get on my nerves.

"Well yeah, of course it's Saturday. Saturday does come after Friday." She looked up at me amused. I couldn't read what she was thinking so I leaned in a little to try and see what she was doing in that little head of hers.

"No Ichigo. You do know it is Friday and it is seven o'clock in the evening." I looked at her confused and lowered my head. I was definitely an asshole. If I wasn't one earlier then I was one now. She then continued, "I was only going to wake you up so you could eat."

"Sorry," I said genuinely, which I actually meant this time.

"You really are an idi-," she got cut off by my lips on hers.

At first my mouth was hard on hers. I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to kiss her or not, I just put my lips on her own. I didn't know what to do. She wasn't fighting back, so I took it as a good thing. I softened my lips on hers and found it didn't feel bad. The kiss actually felt great, like I was in complete bliss. Her lips were as soft as they looked. I cupped her face with my hand and angled her face more upwards. She was kissing me back, with her arms locked around my neck and her hands were lost in my hair.

When did she even get her arms around me and out of my grasp? Who cares, it doesn't matter, and all that matters is that she's not beating me to death. I pushed my lips passionately against hers one more time and pulled back, gave her one more quick kiss and pulled away. I rested my forehead against hers and kept my eyes closed. I was breathing heavily trying to get my breath back. I guess they really meant it when they said a kiss can steal your breath away. Her sweet breath fanned my face letting me smell her heavenly scent.

"What was that for," she asked lightly? Her eyes were glazed over and her chest was heaving up and down trying to consume air. Her cheeks were still tinged pink, but she didn't look angry at me at all.

"I don't know. I just found myself kissing you, and I didn't want to stop. I'm sorry." I said lightly. I gazed at her apologetically, with both of my elbows propping me up on either side of her face.

I started to get up off my bed, when she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me back down. We were mere inches away again and I was afraid I was going to kiss her again.

She laughed at me, and then to my surprise looked at me with loving eyes. It almost reminded me like how my mother looked at me. It reminded me of her unconditional love, which made me melt on the spot. "Don't be. If you meant it then don't be sorry," she whispered, then she pulled me flush against her for another kiss. I melted against her and forgot about everything around me. And by her words she reassured me that it was what she wanted, so I smiled into the kiss completely happy. I didn't feel sorry anymore.