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Ni

Best Friend


I sat on the living room sofa with my sketchbook in hand. I saw Ichigo at the table eating so I decided to try and draw him eating his oranges. He was the only person here and he seemed pretty easy to draw. I picked up my pencil and began to draw his bulbous head. As I drew his head, I saw it looked more oval than round, so I erased it. Wouldn't he look better if he had a bunny head? I wondered. Plus, it was much easier to draw a bunny for his head than drawing that huge circle thing that sat on his neck. I drew his body first, being careful to make him seem tall and lanky. As I drew the chair around him, I admired my work. I'm doing really good! I mused.

I carefully drew a bunny head over his body, making sure I gave it extra long cute ears. They dangled over his face and went down to his shoulders. I gave Ichigo's bunny head a couple more whiskers than a normal bunny because it looked like Ichigo needed to...wait...what do they call it? ...oh yeah shave. Yes, it seemed like Ichigo needed to shave. The mental picture of Ichigo with a beard and mustache made me giggle. Ichigo, who was now washing his dishes looked over at me and frowned.

"The hell are you laughing at midget?" He asked and I shook my head and continued drawing bunny Ichigo. I erased his arms and drew in stubby bunny arms instead. Ha, this is fun! I thought to my self. When I was done I wrote the words 'Bunny Ichigo' on the side. I was too engrossed in admiring my work that I didn't notice Ichigo was behind me until he began yelling.

"What the hell is that?" He asked and I looked down at my drawing and then back to him, then back to drawing. The bunny was smiling and as I looked back at Ichigo I realized that the bunny needed a frown. I erased the smiling mouth and replaced it with a scowl.

"You're right," I agreed, "is that better?" I put my sketchbook up to his face.

"Not the mouth you freakin' idiot, the whole thing! What the hell possessed you to draw me with a rabbit head and rabbit arms? Are you stupid?!" He yelled at me and I shook my head.

"I'm not stupid." I said calmly. "You're real head is just too ugly for me to draw."

"My head is not ugly!" He replied angrily and then he grabbed the sketchbook. I jumped off of the couch and tried to get it back, but Ichigo put it above his head.

"Ichigo, you idiot, give it back!" I said and he shook his head.

"Sit, I'll show you how you draw." Ichigo said and I complied.

I sat on the couch again with my legs crossed. He sat on the other side with the sketchbook in his lap. He flipped to a clean page and picked the pencil up. He glanced up at me, taking the features of my face in before his gaze went back to the page. He began to draw. I could see his hand moving swiftly, but expertly. He would look at me every few seconds before his hand would begin to dart over the page again.

I sat like a statue for half an hour. I longed to see what he was drawing. I wanted to know if he was making fun of me like I did to him. Ichigo's eyes looked at me again, but instead of my face, he stared at my legs. His eyes traveled up and down them over and over again. I doubted whether he was really drawing anymore. I stared blushing so I looked away.

"Hey! Stupid midget, stop moving." Ichigo yelled while his eyes were still on my legs.

I turned my head back in the position it was before. His eyes finally went back to the sketchbook and I could tell that his cheeks were also stained pink. After ten minutes, he was finally done. He threw the sketchbook in my lap and got up off of the couch. He ran upstairs after muttering something about taking a shower.

I picked the sketchbook up. On the page was me, drawn exactly like I was sitting. You couldn't see any easer marks or bunnies. I flipped back to my Bunny Ichigo drawing and I suddenly felt ashamed. Ichigo was right, my drawing do suck. Then on top of that, he hadn't made fun of me in his drawing. I thought I actually looked pretty. I turned back to Ichigo's drawing and read the words he had written next to the drawing.

'My best friend'

My eyes began to water. Was I really his best friend? Does he really care about me that much? I tore out the Bunny Ichigo drawing and crumpled it into a ball. I threw it onto the ground and went up stairs with my sketchbook in hand. I went into Ichigo's room and rummaged through his drawers for a picture. As I looked in his desk drawer, I found a picture of him and me at the park when we all went on a picnic.

In it, we were sitting next to each other. Ichigo's dad insisted that Ichigo put his arm around me. I smiled as I remembered the warmth of his arm around me. There wasn't much of a scowl, it was more of a smile. I had never seen Ichigo smile like that. He was looking at me out of the corner of his eye, but he was still looking at the camera. I decided that this was the perfect picture to draw.


I spent all night trying to draw that picture. I couldn't get his arm that was around me right, but I still thought it looked pretty good. I tore the page out on put it on his bed. Ichigo was downstairs eating breakfast. I went back into my closet and closed the door. I waited for Ichigo to come upstairs. When I heard the door open, I opened my door a crack and I peaked out of it.

Ichigo walked over to his bed and picked the drawing up. I watched as he ran his hand over the page. His palm rested on my face. I saw him read the words I had wrote. He froze for a second before he relaxed. He looked around the room for me, I'm guess because he wanted to to talk to me. Ichigo walked over to the closet door and opened it was all the force he could manage.

"You drew this?" He asked and I nodded. I slid out of the closet and looked up at him smiling.

"Do you like it? I spend all night drawing it." I said and Ichigo nodded.

"I love it Rukia." He said and I nodded.

"That's good, 'cause if you didn't. I would've kicked your butt." I said and Ichigo clutched the picture a little tighter.

I still hadn't gotten the response I wanted and fear was quickly creeping up on me. I began to regret writing what I did. I told him I loved him and I said that his head wasn't that ugly. What if he told me he didn't love me that way? What would I do then? I began to panic more and more with each and every step he took. I started staring at the floorboards in apprehension. Ichigo walked over to the door, but then he stopped in the door way and turned to me. He glanced at the drawing before he spoke.

"Oh and Rukia?" He asked and I looked at him. I think I might have been shaking.

"Yeah?" I asked and I swear I heard my voice crack.

"I love you too." He said and I smiled.

Who ever said best friends can't be more than that?


I don't like this one. The end for me was a little sappy, but I don't think I could've ended it any better than I did. Plus, I'm a fan of sappy stories.

Anyway I hope that you liked it

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