Read it or Beat it!!

A collection of random one shots that pop into my mind whenever they want to surface themselves in my head. Enjoy this one shot collection! Beware, some of these fics many have some lemony goodness to them, which is why I have rated this what it is.

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New Personality

Rukia stood over the orange haired seventeen year old and crossed her arms. He was lying on his bed, in a very uncomfortable looking position. He was laying on his side with one arm underneath him and one over on his other side, and his head was tilted to the side and his mouth was slightly open, drooling little bits of drool, making his pillow wet. His legs were crossed and one of his feet was touching the wall where his window was. Yes, it looked very uncomfortable. How could anyone sleep in that position? That answer did not seem to reach Rukia's thoughts. Whatever the answer was, she hoped it was logical enough, for she reached over to poke Ichigo and wake him up, just to ask him that question, and bug the heck out of him.

"Ichigo, wake up." She prodded, and shook his arm.

Ichigo blinked and moved out of his position to rest on his left arm and rub his head with the other. "Ow." was all he said at first.

"How could you sleep in that uncomfortable looking position? It looked painful." She said, raising her nose in disgust.

"Hm? Oh, I dunno. I was just sleeping like that because I just happen to be." He said tiredly.

Rukia raised an eyebrow. Why wasn't he pissed off? Why was he tearing her limb from limb? Why wasn't he at least a bit angered? The answer to each of those questions was something Rukia would never know.

"What time is it Rukia?" Ichigo yawned as he stretched.

"Huh? Oh…9:00..."

"Oh."

"You don't seem angry about anything."

"Why would I be?"

"Normally you hate it when I wake you up."

"To be honest I'm just glad I won't be in more pain than I already am from sleeping like that. So I shouldn't be mad at you from saving me from more pain now should I?" Ichigo mused as he got up from his bed to show that he was only wearing pajama pants.

"Put some clothes on Ichigo!" Rukia yelled as she turned her head.

"What? Not like you haven't seen me in just pants before like when I'm training or anything. What's your deal today?" he asked as he walked over to his dresser to pick out clothes.

"N-nothings wrong with me! Something's wrong with you! You're not acting like yourself today Ichigo!" Rukia yelled as she turned on her heel to face the opposite direction of him.

"Nothings wrong. I'm just in a different mood. Is that a problem with you miss I'm-an-emotional-brat-today?" Ichigo said calmly.

"I'm what today?!" Rukia screeched.

Ichigo shook his head. "Nothing. I'm going to get dressed, go into your little closet and hide while I change."

"Gladly, I wouldn't want to see you naked any day, EVER" she said mockingly.

Ichigo smirked, and Rukia could've sworn he did anyway, as Rukia climbed into the closet and slid the door shut. She sat against the wall and crossed her arms and pouted. She didn't know what was wrong with Ichigo. He was giving a BS excuse that he was 'in a different mood.' He didn't care that he was in only pants in front of her, which usually he didn't like. And what was with that smirk he gave her? He never smirked like that. He smirked like he was…enjoying himself. Whatever the answer, Rukia wish she could figure it out.

Ichigo finally knocked on the closet door. "Hey, Rukia. It's safe to come out." He said slowly.

Rukia looked up at the door and opened it. Ichigo was standing in front of the door staring at Rukia with a shine in his eyes. He was slightly grinning. Rukia couldn't tell if it was a smile or not.

"I've decided something." He said quietly.

Rukia was silent. What was this now? This weird shine in his eyes.

"I'm going to be who I really am today." He said curtly.

Rukia raised an eyebrow. "Who you really are? Don't you always act like your pigheaded self Ichigo?"

Ichigo grabbed Rukia's wrist. "No. That's not me. That's the me I show the world." He said softly.

"Let go!" she yelled, squirming out of his grasp.

He let go and said nothing for a moment.

"I changed when I was nine. After my mom died. I'm gonna act like I really am. I almost forgot who I really was; I want to act like I really am today, okay?"

Rukia just sat there, motionless. When he was a kid he means? So what? He's going to act like he's nine or something Rukia wondered. But Rukia never knew who Ichigo was then. She thought she knew everything there was about Ichigo now. This was like a smack in the head saying, "Wake up, you could never know anything about him." Rukia looked down and didn't say a word. She sat there thinking, what is he really like then? She wanted to know really badly.

Ichigo walked out of his bedroom and downstairs and greeted his sisters with a smile. "Hey Yuzu, hey Karin. What's for breakfast? I'm starved!" he said happily. Karin looked at Ichigo and raised an eyebrow. "What's with you strawberry? Got hit in the head too hard or something?"

"For your information I DIDN'T Karin. And it's none of your business how I act." Ichigo sat down and started to eat his rice and eggs.

Yuzu smiled. "I like this new Ichi-nii! He seems nicer!"

"I'm the same guy, new personality. But it's only for today." He said flatly.

"I'll be glad to get my brother back tomorrow." Karin said as she took a drink of her juice.

"Really? Hm." Ichigo said wondering how people might think of him when he acts like his real self.

Rukia walked down in a white dress with cherry blossoms lining the bottom and petals crawling up the side.

Ichigo looked at Rukia and grinned, then helped himself to more eggs. Rukia stood there for a moment, wondering why he actually grinned. He hardly ever smiled. This new him was something she would have to get used to. Karin and Yuzu looked at Ichigo, then at Rukia, then toward each other. Yuzu smiled while Karin smirked. They knew why Ichigo was acting like his old self. They hardly remember him because they were four at the time, but they remembered enough to know what he was planning.

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Rukia sat on a bench under a Cherry Tree, the blossoms just blooming seeing as spring was beginning. Finally, she wouldn't have to wear hot tight, stuffy jackets. Now she could wear loose clothes again. And dresses once more as well, her favorite thing to wear.

Rukia laid her hands on her lap and looked at them. She wondered what it was about her hands that were suddenly so mesmerizing. She wondered about the different wrinkles in her hands as a cherry blossom fell from a branch and landed into her palm. Looking at it shocked, she lifted it to her face gently and observed it. It was so small and so tender. A very pale pink that was the shade of something else that was pink as well that she loved to look at when he wasn't looking at her; his soft pink lips.

She pressed her warm pink lips against the blossom, and blew it into the wind. It fluttered and floated in the air for a few moments before disappearing behind the hill.

"You like cherry blossoms enough to kiss them? How odd." Said a voice behind Rukia.

"EEP!" she shrieked and turned around to see a grinning Ichigo waving hello. "Ichigo, you scared me half to death!" she said while gasping for air.

"Half to death? I though you were already dead." He said with a smirk as he hopped over the back of the bench to sit next to Rukia.

"Ha ha, very funny." Rukia said sarcastically.

"What's so special about this spot anyway? I always find you under this tree. Is it special to you somehow?" Ichigo asked curiously.

Rukia looked up at him, his eyes searching for an answer in hers.

"Man, I wish you're eyes weren't so intimidating." She mumbled.

"Intimidating? How?" he asked sadly. "I'm scary somehow to you?"

She looked into his eyes. His chocolate brown eyes seemed to be in pain, like he was afraid of something. Not a solid thing though, a thought perhaps. She couldn't tell.

"N-no...you're not scary…" she looked again, and his eyes were relieved. Could it be that he was scared she was afraid of him? "It's just that whenever I look at your eyes I can't help but tell you what I'm really thinking…that's all"

"Oh, well that's a relief. I thought you were actually scared of me." He looked up and stared at the cherry blossoms, falling one by one…fluttering down like a dance, slowly but surely coming closer to the ground.

"Why are you here, Ichigo?" Rukia asked slowly and calmly.

Ichigo shifted his glance over to Rukia's face, not changing his head from his upward viewing. "Because, I wanted to be here."

"That's not a very good reason." She said sternly.

Ichigo laughed. "Okay, I'll tell you why I'm here." He said while trying to hold back the remainder of his laughter as he sat up and shifted to face Rukia.

"On one condition," he said, lifting a finger. "You have to do something for me."

Rukia looked at him confused. "What exactly do I need to do?" she asked uncomfortably.

Ichigo smiled and looked into her violet eyes. "You need to answer one of my own questions." He said happily.

"A question? What question?" Rukia looked at him confusedly.

Ichigo grabbed Rukia's face into his large, callused hands, that were rough, but surprisingly soft at the same time; and that were very warm as well.

Rukia began to spring a pink cherry blossom colored blush. Ichigo smirked and laughed slightly. "You need to tell me this." He closed his eyes for a moment and looked into hers again with the most assuring eyes she had ever seen. They were very soft, happy, but anticipating; waiting for something.

"Rukia Kuchiki," he started formally and slowly. His warm hands were making her flush a little darker seeing as he would not remove his hands from where they were.

He sighed.

"Rukia Kuchiki…" he said quietly, as if he were in a trance.

"Do you love someone special?" he opened his eyes again to show his eyes were shot with worry, and more anticipation.

Rukia didn't know how to answer that question. She was confused as to why he was. She was silent for a while.

"Do you Rukia?" he asked again, quietly, almost hesitantly.

Rukia thought for a moment, then realized, she did.

"Yes…Yes I do."

Ichigo took another deep breath.

"Rukia…What if I were to tell you that I knew someone who was in love with you…" he said softly.

Rukia thought, and suddenly, the gears clicked in spot. She realized, and now she didn't have to hide it any longer.

"Rukia...I…Well…I sorta…uhm…" he stuttered.

Rukia shoved Ichigos hands off of her face and grabbed his collar.

Ichigo gave a shocked looked combined with a hardcore blush seeing as how close their faces were.

"You know what?"

"What?" Ichigo gulped.

"I think you should shutup and kiss me already." She laughed, as she threw her face onto Ichigos, kissing him with all the feelings she had cooped up forever.

Ichigo sat there in shock like a dumbass, then finally realized as she was in the middle of kissing him, he didn't need to say anything, because she already knew. He smiled as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed her back. He circled his arms around her waist and stood up, holding her up to his height, and started to spin around under the cherry blossom tree. The tree seemed to be physic somehow, because it suddenly was letting more flowers fall around them then was before.

Ichigo finally let go of her mouth and rested his forehead against hers. He grinned and laughed.

"What's so funny?" Rukia asked annoyed.

"You're a better kisser than I hoped you would be. Thanks." He grinned and Rukia smirked.

"Just kiss me again you idiot."

"With pleasure." He laughed as he kissed her again.

Rukia stopped.

Ichigo looked at her. "What?"

"You never told me why you came here." She said.

He laughed. "Like I said, because I wanted to."

"I'll forgive you for now if you kiss me again."

"Again? Woe, you loved me that much huh?" he grinned evilly.

"Shutup." She laughed as she wrapped her lips around his and they kissed one last time before the night would end and they would have to go home, back to their family and the real life again, back to Ichigos original personality.

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Well, I hoped you enjoyed it! I think this was one of my longest chapter like things ever! It took up 7 pages on my Microsoft word! Well, it started to end on the 7th page or whatever.

Ichigo: SHUTUP! You're confusing the readers!

AM NOT!

Ichigo: you are too moron!

Oh yeah, id like to see you make any more sensede!!

Ichigo: EVEN YOUR TYPOS ARE HORRIBLE!!

For those folks at home who don't know what the F I just said, I said, "Oh yeah, I'd like to see you make any more sense" yes, I make horrible typos sometimes. Oh well, you'll just have to deal the $#$# with it! HA HA

Ichigo: JUST GET ON WITH THE NEXT ONE-SHOT!!!

Ichi-kun…you're so cruel… -sobs while writes in my notebook the plotline for next story-

Ichigo: ICHI-KUN?!?!

Uhm…yeah, I'll just be writing the next one-shot now… -scoots away from crazy-