Rukia's POV!

The world can be such a cruel place. I learned that from Ichigo. I've been here for 2 months now, spending my time with him, helping with hollows, being someone new. Ichigo and I were in his room currently. Talking about the most random things.

"OH MY GOD REALLY!" I screamed.

"Yes. I'm serious." Ichigo told me that when he was a little boy he used to take his sister's dolls and pull their heads off. What a shame. But I couldn't keep myself from laughing. "Hey I feel guilty about it now. But back then I didn't mind anything I did to them."

"You're such a little jerk! Though I admit it was funny to learn you did that to them." I giggled on my own account. He could be so childish. I stopped laughing, enjoying the quiet moment of us being together. We were close friends now. I wouldn't change it, and I wouldn't want to.

At that moment a loud growl erupted through the room. I jumped up off the bed and put my red glove on. Ready for the hollows attack.

"Hm rukia what are you doing?" Ichigo asked me. He was calm! And there was a hollow about to attack.

"There's a hollow." I stated as if it was obvious. Rolling my eyes at his stupidity.

"No there isn't. Your stomach growled Rukia. You're hungry."

What a mundane act. Of course. I still havn't gotten used to the fact that I have to eat. Thouhg ichigo wasn't keeping up with his Mundie acts either. He must be starving. I know I was.

"Oh sorry. I think I'm hungry." I murmured under my breath, praying to god that he didn't hear me. But of course he could hear me. I'm so stupid.

"Of course you are. Dinner should be done by now anyway so I'll go get us some food." He got up off them bed and walked out the door. Hoy. He had a way of making me feel dumb, but then made me feel accepted in one second tops. I couldn't fathom it. The feelings I felt. But eventually I hope I'll understand. He made me feel better. He was sweet.

I couldn't help but think of the way things used to be. We hated eachother. We faught so much. But as we grew closer, I couldn't stop looking at him differently, his sweet natural smell. I listed his sheets up to my nose, I buried my face in it. Inhaling deeply. So musky. His own personal cologne. It smelled like the woods, grass, flowers, trees, moss, the air. I rubbed cloth on my face, loving the softness of the fabric. My mouth opened under the fabric as I breathed in, tasting the scent. Wonderful.

My eyes were closed as the personal images ran through my mind. His smile, bright orange hair, white teeth, long fingers, perfect muscles. I bit my lip. He was perfect.

God if I though he was perfect I wonder what he thought of me. Did he think I was ugly? Pretty? Beautiful? What about attractive? Did he think anything of me? Because my back was facing the door, because I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't hear the door open and those footsteps, then nothing at all. I didn't hear anything until Ichigo gasped out, "what are you doing?" and I jumped up to the ceiling. I hadn't noticed the way I was positioned. My mouth opened, breathing heavily, my eyes closed, and my hand scrunched up between my mouth and the sheet.

"Oh what? Huh? Oh nothing! Thinking that's all!" I squeaked out. The sheet was no longer in my hands, the heavenly scent gone from my nostrils.

"Oh ok. I have your food."

I noticed then that he had 2 plates of food with him. it looked delicious, my mouth watered.

"Yummy." Just to prove how good it looked my stomach growled again. Ichigo chuckled as I blushed.

"It does look good doesn't it? Here."

He set the plate in front of me.

Yummy.

"So what exactly were you thinking about?" Ichigo asked me when he sat down.

"things. That's all. It's private." He wouldn't really want to know would he?

"Oh ok. How private?" He said around his food as he ate it. I was basically snarfing the food down in no time. I was done already. Wow.

"Private enough. That was delicious."

He just started chuckling as he said, "You have a little, um, something. Here."

He grabbed a near-by napkin. He wiped something off of my lower lip. His movement slow. He smiled at me, with a glow in his eyes. He set the napkin down on his plate, set the plates on the floor. He wasn't facing me, which made my heart race. What's he up to? I thought.

He turned to face me, the look in his eyes made my heart beat faster than it already was. "Close your eyes." He told me.

I obeyed. I couldn't see him, I couldn't see anything. "keep them closed. Please. I want to do something. No matter what I do don't open your eyes, don't move. Please?"

He sounded so helpless. So hopeful. I couldn't say anything so I just nodded my head. I felt him get up from the bed, then a flip of a swtich. He must have turned off the light. "No moving. No talking." His voice was somewhere from across the room. The bed shifted as he sat back down on it. He moved closer, closer to me.

"Ichigo what are you…."

"Shhhhh. You promised."
I did promise. I just huffed and crossed my arms like a child. I felt his hands snake around my wrist as he pulled them apart and pushed them to my sides. My heart was racing 1000 miles per hour. My breath coming out in gasps. I could feel his breath on my face.

"Ichi…"

"No."

"I…"

"it's ok."

His hand wa son my cheek, his fingertips touching my lips, my mouth opened from the pressure. I felt a brush of lips touch my own. He didn't want me to move, so I didn't. I stayed still. No reacting, no matter how much I wanted to. He pulled away slightly but then brushed his lips against mine again. But this time with more pressure.

He was kissing me, we were kissing. I squeezed my hands shut tight trying not to move. Ichigo pulled away gasping.

"please move. Say something. I can't keep kissing you if you don't respond."

He confused me. I didn't open my eyes, I dind't want to.

"you told me not to move. So I didn't."

I could hear his low chuckle.

"Move." Was all he said.

He kissed me again.