.:Personal Preference:.

~Chapter One~

Author Note:

My first IchiRuki fiction ever! am so excited and I hope this fiction would turn our great~

If you found any grammatical mistake please just ignore, and if anyone would like to become my beta-reader for this fiction I would appreciate it a lot!

Read and enjoy, if you liked it and would like me to continue just leave a review telling me so...

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The loud disturbing sound of her alarm o'clock was greeted by the walls of her workshop that she feel asleep in last night accidentally, as her hand desperately tried to find the source of the annoyance that woke her up suddenly, wanting to just shut it up immediately.

Struggling aimlessly as she tried so hard to rise up from under the messy floor that was her bed not a couple of seconds ago, grumbling some inaudible words, Rukia finally found her Chappy alarm o'clock and pressed the little like rabbit button off, to find that the sleep remnant that lingered in her eye leads just a minute ago was already gone.

Standing up properly, Rukia looked at her alarm o'clock and gasped while reading 10 o'clock, her violet eyes almost pooping out of her eyes socket as she ran aimlessly around her untidy workshop, dressed in a blue hodie and a pair of black sweat pants.

As her busy morning progressed, Rukia was now standing in front of her mirror, toothbrush sticking out of her mouth while her hands were working their magic trying to fix the mess that was her bed hair. Cell phone near her ear while being supported by the shoulder in order not to fall.

"Hey, Rukia… How can you still be at home?" the guy on the other side of the phone spoke, his voice filled with so much confusion and a small amount of blame.

As if baying no attention to the urging words that she just heard, Rukia started brushing her teeth while her other hand brought the cell phone closer to her ear.

"Aren't you aware of how important today is? Make sure to dress nicely when you come. No wearing sweats and sneakers. Now get going!" His voice cracked somewhere in between his urging words, knowing very well how the usual Rukia would dress. Her love for hoddies and sweat pants were a much known fact to all her friends, and today being such an important day, Rukia ought to at least dress nicely for the occasion.

Pressing the red little button, Rukia threw her cell phone over the near table and started making her way through her big house, picking some sprawled clothes from over the messy floor and smelling them, as if deciding were if they wearable or not.

Finally she made it to her bedroom, were she removed an old brown duck tape from over her closet doors. Opening it swiftly, Rukia randomly picked a knee length black fitting dress that looked very much new, and then she threw it off her body carelessly.

Smoothing the silk over her curves, Rukia thought that she looked decent for the first time in many years, pulling a very dusty box from under her bed, Rukia opened the box to reveal a pair of brand new black high heels, putting them on and walking clumsily only for the heel to break down immediately.

Looking at her self once again, feeling that the dress was too much revealing, Rukia picked a baby blue sweat shirt -that ruined her looks completely- and started putting it on while looking for her favorite black top sider that didn't match at all with what she was wearing, but then again Rukia didn't care and she actually looked kind of cute.

But not mature, not at all when she was about to turn 23 in a couple of months.

Grapping her Chappy bag from over the counter, Rukia made her way out of her house, striding down the street happily. Today was going to be a good day, or so Rukia thought.

Taking another look at her hand wrist clock, Rukia started running.

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The sound of his alarm o'clock was soothing, while his room looked neat and elegant.

The model that he spent too much time working on making was placed proudly on his table.

Ichigo's hand reached swiftly for the squared shaped clock on his bed counter, rising up from under the white sheets, Ichigo worked the muscles of his neck left and right a couple of times before his eyes caught a glimpse of the orange haired women sleeping right beside him, his eyes winded at the sight then he let out a tired sigh upon realizing who she actually was.

Smacking her lightly with his left hand Ichigo spoke rather lazily "Hey, Inoue… wake up."

The sleeping women only responded in stirring a couple f times beside him, her body brushing next his in the process.

"It's obvious that you're not sleeping." Ichigo's husky voice left his half cracked lips once again, as he kicked her hared this time.

Her facial expression became serious, as she rose up from besides the topless Ichigo starring right into his honey amber eyes "Kurosaki-kun, you're too much!" her whining words traveled the small space that separated the two only for Ichigo to wrinkle his nose in disgust "How stinky!"

Inoue covered her mouth with her hand swiftly while still starring into his eyes rather intensely, only for Ichigo to pull the sheets off his body and get out of bed, wearing some slippers that were placed on the floor near his bed.

"When did you come?" starting conversations wasn't a thing that Ichigo enjoyed, but he had to know what brought this troublesome women that stuck to him like crazy all the time form abroad.

Brushing his last words off while shaking her head "Kurosaki-kun, how can you reject a sexy woman like me?" speaking as if what just left those lips of her was the unquestioned truth.

"Is it only sexy when you take it all off?" Ichigo was already making his way over to his room bathroom, as Inoue took a look on what she was wearing noticing that it was quit revealing, yet he didn't lay a hand on her.

This pissed her all the more off, curling her lips while frowning; Ichigo paid her no attention as he made his way now to his closet. Throwing a designer white shirt that covered those six abs of his to the dislike of Inoue.

Feeling like she was about to lose, Inoue cracked a smile "Perhaps… you like men?" giggling at her own statement Inoue's eyes were glued over his perfect sculpted body.

If that was meant to surprise him, it didn't as Ichigo kept his stoic face intact" Didn't you know? I like men." A smirk crept up his lisp as his buttoned his shirt and walked away from her again.

"Yeah, right!" Inoue pouted, feeling like she got nothing left to say.

"Ichi-nii!" Yuzu's voice could be heard easily her as footsteps approached Ichigo's bedroom door.

Ichigo, a little startled looked at Inoue as she called for Yuzu.

"Yuzu, am he-" and before she was able to continue her shouting, Ichigo jumped at her, dragged her by the arm and locked her out on his room balcony.

"Ichi-nii! Are you up yet?" cheerfulness was coating her young voice as she finally reached her big brother's room, only for Ichigo to burst the door open to come out and shut it rather urgently, if Yuzu saw Inoue in his room it would only mean trouble.

Her little hand reached for his lips as she feed him a small pill "You're mooring vitamin, it's good for health." Yuzu smiled as she handed her brother a glass of water.

"One for me too." She swallowed another exact pill as Ichigo returned her the half empty glass for her to drink off.

"Have you seen Inoue?" Yuzu asked innocently, her age didn't really match well with her face as she still looked very young, while Karin looked exactly their age.

"Inoue?" Ichigo was a little surprised by the question, his finger flew in the direction of his room door "Isn't she still in Canada?"

On the other hand, Inoue were standing half naked on the balcony screaming his name while banging on the sound proof glass with no use what so ever.

Ichigo ignored Yuzu's last question, placing his arm loosely around her neck while smiling "I'm hungry, Yuzu."

She beamed at him while explaining the varieties of today's breakfast that she prepared for his brother.

So... How was the first chapter?

Next chapter Rukia and Ichigo would meat, and have their very own first fight XD

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