So. I was laying there, trying to go to sleep, and I had this idea. I was trying about Bleach to try and plan my fanfictions, and this came up. It was, like, 4 in the morning, so I was really tired. This took me about 20-30 minutes to write, and it was in a notebook. I couldn't sleep yet, and decided to go on and type it. Didn't finish that. Finally typing it tonight while watching Bleach on Adult Swim. I don't remember the episode numbers. So, anyway…

This is NOT my first work for Bleach. I am in the process of writing a Bleach Fanfiction that's set to be really long. I was writing it and then I finished chapter 1, sent it to my friend to read (even though she knows nothing about Bleach), and asked her if I should post it or finish it. I decided to finish it first. It'd be a first for me, seeing how I always start but never can finish stories. I hope this one makes it all the way. I've got a lot for it. I might post a preview for it as a second chapter here. Ya know- just to see if people'd read it.

So, anyway, try to figure out who the characters are. The main and the secondary. Tell me who you think it was. I tried to make it a bit confusing.

DISCLAIMER: Bleach is not mine.

He sighed in content, resting his head on his arms. A small grin was prominent across his face as he watched the figure on the bed sleep. Shifting slowly and slightly to a more comfortable position, he rubbed his eyes with a small yawn. Blinking owlishly, he turned to face the small window in the room, staring out.

The moon shone overhead, its pale light a comfortable and an everlasting constant in the world. One of the very few constants in his freakishly hectic life. Another of the constants was the sleeping figure.

'So innocent…'

Innocence. Something he longed for. Something he so desperately wanted with all of his heart and soul. His life was anything but innocent and completely unpredictable.

Almost like the one that was asleep. Such spirit… Such passion…

Lifting a hand, he stroked through the soft, short hair. Running his fingers through it deemed difficult as the tangles prevented a full run through.

Sighing, he wondered if the hair had seen a brush recently.

Chuckling slightly to himself, he shook his head.

After everything that had recently happened, the first thing he thought about was brushing hair.

He gave a facepalm to the quiet room.

Moving his lithe fingers down, he trialed soft cheek bones, making circles around the eyes of the sleeping one. So alike, yet so different, the two were. Said person shifted and almost smiled at the touch.

A smile. He almost froze.

Smiles weren't rare in the house, but they weren't given lightly. Of the 4 people that lived there (officially), only 2 smiled in abundance.

Maybe he should try to smile more.

Shifting from the small, uncomfortable chair to the edge of the bed, he pulled his knees up, crossed his arms on top, and rested his chin on his arms. Taking a few deep breaths, he leaned in slowly, lifting one of the others' hands to his lips.

Puckering slightly, he gave it a soft kiss.

His breath was hot on the hand, and he lowered it lovingly.

Love. Another thing not given out lightly.

After the death of Masaki, the Kurosaki's became a rather dysfunctional family. With a crazy father, one daughter bright and cheerful, the other daughter slightly dark, and an angry, stoic stony son, it's a wonder that they got along. But, somehow, they pulled through.

Love. Something the family had a lot of.

Love.

Something that everyone seemed to shove to the back of their minds.

Letting his legs down, he leaned farther in, eyes drawing halfway closed.

Beautiful. So very, very beautiful.

And so delightfully his.

No one was ever going to change that. Ever.

Pulling close enough to taste the scent of the other, he relished with possessiveness. A strong feeling in his chest made him close in and kiss the unsuspecting forehead.

Satisfied, he lifted up. With a smirk, he stood.

He was about to turn and leave when a small voice stopped him.

"Ichi…go…?" the previously sleeping individual questioned to the dark room.

"Yes?" he responded, brown eyes shining.

There was a sigh before, "I love you." A smile was heard on the voice.

He smiled. "I love you too. Try to go back to sleep."

"Heh. You worry too much, Ichi. I'm fine," the other snapped, as was expected.

"Hm. Maybe," he relented, "but please, do."

"Alright. Goodnight, Ichi-nii."

"Goodnight, Karin." He walked out and closed the door.

Ichigo really loved his sister.

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