She sighed and put down her sandwich, sitting up. "Well, before "this" happens," she stated, point back and forth between him and her, "I have something I need to tell you." She said, looking at him, showing she was serious and that this wasn't to be taken lightly. He set his sandwich down as well. "Alright. Shoot." She sighed and clasped her hands together, taking in a deep breath. "Underneath the cherry tree on this hill…" She paused, biting her lip. She had never had to tell anyone this before, and she hadn't been planning to start so soon. Well, soon for her anyway. She took one last deep breath, "Underneath the cherry tree on this hill, is where my sister is buried." She stated, looking at the green grass, not wanting to see his reaction. She heard weight shift from his side, and she sighed, frowning. 'He must've left' She thought. 'Probably thought I'd be too hard to take care of, like the rest did when I told them' she thought, gazing up at the sky, only to find Ichigo right behind her.

She gasped and jumped up while turning around to face him. "What are you doing?" she screeched, waving her hands up in the air to indicate her distress. "I thought you left! Not that you were coming to sneak up behind me!" She screamed yet again. Her breathing had slowed down, and instead of both hands being in the air, just one was pointing accusingly at Ichigo. He smirked a bit and walked over. "Calm down calm down, geez. If I would've known it was gonna scare you that much I wouldn't have done it." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well then why did you imbecile?" She asked, staring pointedly at him. He sighed and walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Because. You lost your sister. I was hoping to comfort you, but I guess that didn't go so well huh?" She scoffed, "Not entirely no." He frowned as he took a few steps closer, "Why would I leave, anyways Rukia?" He asked. She shrugged, "Because, all the other bachelors did. They thought I'd be too hard to take care of, seeing as I'd lost so many people. They figured I'd be scarred and that I'd need constant attention. Tch, yeah right." She muttered, turning away and crossing her arms.

He frowned, walking over to her. "Well, as much as those guys are idiots, why would you think I would do that?" He asked, his mouth forming into a scowl. She shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't know. I suppose I was stereotyping you, but can you blame me?" His scowl remained in place, "Yes. I can actually." He said, taking a few steps back. She frowned as well now, "Oh really? Well, you stereotyped me when we first met, so we're even." She smirked victoriously, 'til he shot back, "Yeah, but you did as well miss "Well all the guys I've met got jealous of the male servants so I sent them out." He crossed his arms and allowed himself a smirk as well. She shot him a death glare and stomped her foot. "Well, I didn't make the crappy sandwiches."

He frowned and pointed accusingly at her, "Hey! My sandwiches are delicious! You're-"he paused, and grinned, leaving Rukia a bit nervous of what he was going to say next. "You're. Just. Jealous." She gasped, taking a step back, and then burst out into small giggles. "Jealous? Of your cooking? Ha! Don't make me laugh. Oops, too late, you already did." She grinned, folding her arms in victory. "Anyways, can we go back to our little picnic? All this confessing and winning arguments is making me hungry." He sighed in defeat and gestured toward the picnic basket. "If you lay out the blanket."