A/N: Hey guys! So, as you read in the summary, here is a story of an arranged marriage between Ichigo and Rukia. Yes. Loads of people have done it for different pairings but not for IchiRuki. Well, maybe they have, but I just didn't see it, so if you know one out there, review and leave a message for me! I just don't want to seem like I'm plagiarizing, y'know?

Originally, this plot was for GinRan, but it just didn't suit them! So this is for IchiRuki, instead. Speaking of 'Left Behind'. AHHHHH. I'm so sorry! I'm having this huge writer's block on how to go on. I tried writing it last night. Ugh. The results were UHHHH-GLY. Sorry capslock-nanao!

Disclaimer: Well, I can't draw and I suck at plots and you expect me to own Bleach? *cracks up* That's one of the funniest jokes I heard in a LOOOONG time.

"GOOD MORNING, SON!" a crazed Isshin yelled as he burst into my room.

"What the hell, old man. I would've thought that Mum taught you some manners," After years of antics like this, I was getting used to it. Rather than getting worked up like I did when I was 15, I merely punched his nose on the way out and he would let me, making sure to get revenge on me later. It was our father-son ritual.

However, today? He dodged and his face was serious. What? What's going on? "Son," he began. When he uses that tone, I knew he wanted to talk about something. Normally, it was something deranged or embarrassing *cough*BIRDS and BEES*cough* so I immediately started backing away. "We need to talk." He finished lamely.

"Jeez, old man. Can't it wait until after breakfast?" I scowled at him as I walked past towards the bathroom. I grabbed my clothes from the closet. "Damn, he's not going to like this," I heard him mutter just before I slammed the bathroom door shut.

What wasn't I going to like? Meh. I'll find out later. If I really didn't like it, otou-san is going to get a hell of a beating. I hurriedly got dressed. Better get this thing I didn't like done and over with so I could enjoy the rest of the day with Hime (A/N: EWWW. INOUE ORIHIME. *sniff* I can't believe I did this to myself). Today was, what? Tuesday? Yeah. What did I have planned with her on Tuesday?

Stalking out of the bathroom, I went back to my room and checked my planner. Let's see… Tuesday – Homework session with Chad and Ishida, Take Yuzu to supermarket, Buy Karin a new ball, Take Orihime to the movies. Bleurgh. Movies. Corny, cheesy love stories.

I sighed. Much as I hated it, I like Hime. Not a lot, but I still liked her. I just wasn't sure whether I liked her as a friend or like her as a… girlfriend. Thing. Meh.

GRRRRRR.

Damn, I'm hungry. Ahhhh. The sweet scent of buttered croissants and bean paste? Was Orihime here?

As I walked into the kitchen, I scanned the room for her orange her, her chirpy smile and her icy blue hairclips that always caught my attention. Sometimes, when I was extremely grumpy, I thought that the hairclips and her chest was her only aesthetic area. She wasn't there though. I gave a sigh of relief. Much as I liked Orihime, her food was just a tad bit… odd. It turned out the Yuzu made sweet bean soup. Karin obviously likes it, seeing the way she was slurping it up. Otou-san was also eating it, but without making his usual ruckus. Yuzu, Karin and I all exchanged a worried glance, though I'm pretty sure Karin's face was a bit amused.

"What's up with him?" Yuzu quietly fretted. "Is he sick? Is he…"

"I think he wants to talk to me," I interrupted her, also whispering. "He woke me up this morning and wanted to talk. I didn't listen but I heard him say something along the lines of me not liking something before I closed the door."

"Ne, Ichi-nii…" Karin's smirk grew quite pronounced. "Think about it. Orihime-chan? Relationship? Him being quiet?"

I blinked stupidly. How old was she to be worrying about this sort of thing? I mean, how old was she to even know about this… er… thing?

"Ichi-nii… You can be so dumb sometimes!" Yuzu laughed. I looked over at the old man. He didn't even look up. "We're 18 now. We know what's going on. Besides, both of us even have boyfriends!"

I blinked again. Oh yeah. Yuzu was dating the Jinta boy from the Urahara Shouten she always went to. Karin was dating… Dating…

"Karin, who are you dating again?"

"SHHHH! ICHI-NII! Otou-san is the only one in our family that doesn't know about him!"

"The only one? How come I don't know?"

Karin rolled her eyes at me. "You DO know." She turned to Yuzu. "He inherited too much from dad up here," she tapped her head.

Damn. Just because I don't listen half the time doesn't mean I was dumb. Definitely not like that old man.

"Hitsugaya Toshiro. Y'know, the guy who plays soccer really, really well?"

Oh. The white-haired guy. He seemed… cold. I wonder how Karin could like him, being the exact opposite.

"Girls." Otou-san's voice cut in our hushed conversation. "I need to talk to your brother. You're welcome to stay, as long as you're quiet." He was quite intimidating when he was calm and put.

The twins immediately shut up and went back to eating.

"Ichigo. You're getting married." His voice was clear and sharp. It was the "there-shall-be-no-negotiating-or-lighting-will-strike-thee" type of voice that he heard only once or twice throughout my entire life.

I turned and face the girls. I'm pretty sure they mirrored my expression. Wide eyes and a gaping mouth. "Tou-san, I'm not sure I like Orihime that much to get married yet. Why did…"

"I never said it was Orihime-chan." Again, that sharp voice.

What? Oh, shit. Don't tell me…

"It was arranged." He confirmed what I suspected. I groaned.

"To who?" I asked, resignedly. There was no point in arguing, especially when the situation was serious enough to use that voice.

A/N: Well. ANYONE can guess the answer to that. Of course it's Rukia! I decided something. Rather than go through the pain of thinking of a name for each chapter, it will just be called the name of the POV. Each chapter is one POV, so some chapters will be short. There is also NO point in trying to ask me to write longer chapters. I will write what I think is appropriate for the story and in however man words I want. No more arguing.

Alright, it's nine thirty right now and I'm off to bed. Have to wake up super early tomorrow for sport training. *GROAN*

'Night!