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As Ichigo strolled casually through Seiretei, he ran his hand through his bright orange hair. Ichigo had decided to grow it long; well, that was the excuse he gave people. To be honest, he just didn't have the time and the patience to cut his own hair.
"Bastard, you still haven't cut that unruly hair of yours?" A familiar voice jested.
Crap. Ichigo started pelting round the nearest corner, his long hair flowing gracefully in the wind. "Taichou! There you are!" Ichigo stared horrified as he saw a few of his divisions' members running desperately towards him. Slowly, he stepped backwards. "Arara Ichigo… where do you think you're going?" Ichigo quickly glanced at Rukia, who was standing behind him innocently. Her delicate figure leaning against a nearby wall, her pale face covered by a stray bunch of raven hair. "You've got a lot of work to do… Taichou."
"A-Ahaha. Hey there Rukia- I didn't see you there! I just felt like taking a short walk."
"Leaving all your work behind?"
"I was planning to finish it! I swear!"
Rukia looked at Ichigo in utter exasperation; how did a man like Ichigo become a captain? Grabbing Ichigo by the ear, Rukia started walking to the third division, oblivious to Ichigo's quiet whimpers and moans. The strained laughter of squad three's members echoed quietly through the capital as they quickly followed after the duo.
"Welcome back! Taichou! Fuku-Taichou!"
Ichigo grinned at the members of his squad prostrating themselves before his feet, and decided to-just for fun- kick the nearest shinigami.
"T-T-Taichou?"
"I don't need this type of welcoming every time I show up. It's just weird!" Ichigo rested his foot on the downed shinigami's back, blatantly ignoring his protests.
"But Taichou…" a husky voice protested, Ichigo glanced up at the owner of the voice.
"Ah. Kira-kun, how many times have we had this conversation?" Kira stared at his captain blandly, his blonde hair covering up one of his dark sea blue eyes. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Ichigo sighed impatiently.
"Oi Rukia…. Tell these idiots that they don't have to be so formal with m-"
"For once, this idiot is right. You don't have to show any type of respect to this moron." Rukia interrupted straight faced.
The third division members burst out laughing, watching fondly at their superiors heated argument. It had been around a year since Ichigo had become Division Three's captain. His first action as Captain was to transfer thirteenth division's member, Kuchiki Rukia, to squad three. In doing so, he became a firm enemy of Jushiro Ukitake, Rukia's previous loving captain.
Many people were against the appointment of Kurosaki Ichigo as Captain, not because they doubted his strength and reiatsu that rivalled that of Kenpachi's, or his extreme sense of justice. Or even due to the fact that he was originally a human.
People were fearful of the blood thirsty hollow dwelling within him.
Ichigo had somehow managed to tame the beast inside him; however it was still there, lurking in the shadows. Waiting… Waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
It was only because it was an order from the Captain Commander, that Ichigo actually managed to become a Captain. It would seem that the Captain Commander had high hopes for the young man, foolish as Ichigo was, Ichigo had a good heart. And that was one of the most important things.
"Che… Whatever. I'm going to bed. Rukia… come with me!" Ichigo ordered, before walking out of the headquarters. Rukia followed unwillingly, a knowing expression on her face;
"Not this again…" as she stepped out of the room.
The squad members in the room looked at each other in suprise, their faces turning a light crimson. The Captain and Lieutenant couldn't be…. No, impossible.
"Well Rukia… You know what you're doing right?" Ichigo sneered. He was leaning against his room door, his arms crossed over his muscly chest. Ichigo walked slowly towards Rukia, who had stopped dead in her tracks. "Now…" he grinned. "How hard am I going to work you tonight? You have so much to do…"
Effortlessly, Ichigo picked Rukia up on his back, opened the door and walked into his chambers. "Oi Ichigo! I don't want too tonight! I've had enough to do these last few days…" Rukia protested, hitting Ichigo's back with her slender hands.
"Na ah. No excuses. This is an order from your Captain." Ichigo smiled, whilst sitting her down at his desk scattered with paperwork.
"I want you…" Ichigo whispered gently in Rukia's ear. "…To finish all of this paperwork by tomorrow morning!" Rukia grimaced. As she had thought.
"Ichigo! Doing this sort of thing is your job as Captain!Hey- are you listening to me?"
"Hai hai. I understand Rukia. But I'm a human! I need my sleep otherwise I crash." Ichigo said, while removing his white haori. He proceeded to remove his shihakushuo, but was stopped by a small squeak. Ichigo glanced at Rukia who was glaring at him indignantly, sighing, he rolled his eyes and laid on his bed.
The bed seemed to hug his toned form, and the pillows smelt of lemons. As expected from the Gotei Thirteen, only the highest quality was allowed. Thinking about it, Ichigo had never seen a shinigami sleep before. Is it unnecessary for them?
Ichigo peeked at Rukia, who was completing the paperwork he had set her. Her brow was furrowed, creating a small crease on her forehead. How cute, Ichigo thought; a soft smile appearing on his handsome face.
A lot has happened; he was just glad that Rukia was there for him. If Rukia hadn't been by his side, he doubted that he would have been able to pull through.
But then there was Jushiro Ukitake.
The bastard didn't want Rukia to leave, but Ichigo refused to work unless he had Rukia by his side. I did act a bit like a brat, Ichigo thought sheepishly…
Rukia looked up from the paper she was holding, and glanced at her useless Captain. Asleep… She got up from her seat and tiptoed quietly to Ichigo's bed.
His face was covered by his long tangerine hair, and his mouth was set in a small smile. What was he thinking about? Rukia thought curiously, whilst using her delicate hand to stroke the hair away from his face. Jerk; she told him to cut his hair.
Rukia stared at Ichigo's sleeping face, analysing his masculine features. In the short time he had arrived in Sereitei, he has been branded as "Gotei Thirteens' Sexiest Captain." (Much to Byakuya Nii-sama's frustration)
Ichigo towered over Rukia; his body lean and muscly, with broad shoulders. With a chiselled jaw and liquid amber eyes that seemed to stare straight through you. His orange hair contrasted beautifully against his pale skin, Rukia could only admit that Ichigo was a good looking guy.
Almost every single woman in Soul Society had a crush on him. Well, herself not included.
"Rukia…" Startled, Rukia looked down at Ichigo's sleeping face. In a sudden movement, Ichigo had pulled Rukia down on the bed with him. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, her back pressing against his wide chest. The piece of paper she was holding descended slowly to the ground. "Uwaaaah!" Rukia spluttered, "Can't breathe! Hey Ichigo!" The vice like grip around her waist loosened slightly. Rukia glanced at Ichigo, expecting a playful grin to be plastered on his face. However his eyes were closed, his face expressionless and unreadable.
Rukia felt her cheeks growing hot as Ichigo once again muttered her name in his deep slumber. "Rukia…."
Rukia felt her cheeks growing hot as Ichigo once more muttered her name in his deep slumber. "Rukia…."
"H-Hey Ichigo? Wake up now…" Rukia stammered. "Inoue…." Inoue? Rukia felt a sharp pain in her chest. "Yuzu…Karin…."Startled, Rukia stared at the solitary tear sliding down Ichigo's cheek; leaving a small wet trail.
Rukia had never witnessed Ichigo cry before. Yes, she had seen him seething with anger, but never on the verge of tears. Or actually crying. This was a first for her, and she didn't like it. Not one bit.
Another tear dripped Ichigo's cheek, and Rukia wiped it away delicately. Suddenly, his shoulders began trembling. His face beaded with sweat, "Yuzu…. Karin…Don't be afraid. It's me! Ichigo! Ichigo Nii-san!"
Ichigo's hands were still wrapped tightly around Rukia's slim waist, his grip tightened even more. "Why are you running?" Ichigo whispered through clenched teeth.
And then he woke up.