Chapter two: Peeping Tom

His hand instantly clamped onto her mouth frightened that if he let go, she would continue screaming like a banshee and wake up the entire neighborhood. He honestly didn't know what he was doing here, scaring this girl who he unwelcomingly realized was quite the she-demon, decided to bite him in which he yelped and brought his injured finger to his chest.

"Oi, what was that for!"? He asked surprised even now that she bit him. It was ironic actually. But what he had to question now was why he was right here, next to her window staring into her stunningly violet eyes. What a bird she was.

She stared suspiciously at him, the shadows hiding his face and her hands clutched her chest protectively to only poke at the really tall boys chest that scared the tomboy out of her. She was mad, so mad that she thought she should tell him this. "You… you pervert! You were the one that scared me and had the audacity to try and shut me up when I have the right to call the cops right now and report a break in."

He was shocked at her valiant nature that burst through her eyes, her body tense proving to him that the screeching little kitty was long gone and now stood a ferocious lion ready to pounce and rip him to shreds. But for some odd reason he felt an unfamiliar curve of a grin grace his face that he hadn't felt for a long time. She only seemed to encourage it when she began to express her anger by throwing her hands in a fit and stomp her feet like a disappointed child.

When she caught him staring at her again, she blushed a pretty pink but didn't turn her face from him but asked him instead why he was here and what he wanted with her.

This only made him laugh and Rukia wondered why she felt like laughing along with him. The happiness within him becoming contagious. Then she wondered why she was talking to the odd boy who scared her by her window.

The boy stepped into the light of the moonlight and she had to stifle the gasp that was close to escaping her mouth when she saw his face.

He was bloody gorgeous.

That particular thought made all the blood in her face become present in a matter of a second. He was far too handsome to be a boy. Messy ginger hair ruffled under the cool wind to accentuate his golden skin that drew much too much attention to his dangerously sharp jaw.

Gorgeous would have been an understatement. He wasn't only gorgeous, but drop dead gorgeous!

Laughing hazel eyes twinkled at her and she couldn't help but think that those warm colored eyes made him even more unbearably, more hot. She stared into his face; trying to find an answer as to why he was here- talking to her as if they were close friends… really, really close friends.

The smirk reappeared again and those twin hazel eyes darkened to a chocolate brown, staring down at her cockily.

"I'm a bit of a looker, aren't I?" He stated and was pleased to see that she turned from him with an undignified humph, her pretty violet eyes darkening.

"Cocky arse" She retorted back at him hauntingly, but he couldn't help but laugh at her again. She was too easy to tease!

From his sudden laughter, she turned to watch him intently, narrowed eyes eased from her face and a curious look took its place. The sound was so unusual and unique that it seemed too cute for her own good and she glared at him with all her might. Somehow, she just didn't think cute should ever describe him. Cute was for puppy dogs, flowers, babies and young couples, not for tall dark and handsome boys who turn up in her room to talk to her in the middle of the night.

The boy noticed the glare and stopped, but the light in his eyes never left.

"I might be a cocky bastard, he state with a chuckle, but at least I don't have a wicked temper." He told her teasingly, but to ensure that she couldn't respond to that, he quickly asked her a question.

"Isn't it a bit late for you to be up? What were you doing –you know before I came along and brightened your day?"

"Nothing." She replied scathingly but this didn't seem to give up.

"Keh, it didn't seem a lot like nothing," he enquired. A brow raised in question and curiosity.

"Well it was nothing, and also none of your business so. Shut. Up." Her purple eyes shifted from its gaze to the sky above them. The boy, after sensing that she would not talk more, looked up at the sky too.

For a few moments, it was quiet and peaceful, no trace of any cars passing through or the blast of the telly next door. Just naked silence, which didn't bother her at all. It was what she liked most.

Then the boy spoke again. "Were you wishing to meet a handsome knight in armor?" He asked, grinning form cheek to cheek when she flushed a ruby red, probing for her answer and leant against the balcony edge, his hands in his pocket completely at ease.

With a humph she replied sarcastically, "Uh-huh with all the stars you can see now" Hands motioning to the starless sky. The wicked little grin spread on her face and she turned to him, a glint of mischief in her eye and continued. "I wished for a knight, but," she said stopping. " –Instead all I got was a peeping Tom".

At the dignified "hey!" at her she let a smile of her own spread throughout her face, the sound of her laughter surprising even her.

"Ouch. That hurt right here!" He said in mock hurt, clutching his chest as if it really was burning and causing him discomfort.

She only continued to laugh, her hand clutching her stomach and her face turning pink from the lack of oxygen she was producing. He watched her contort in pure happiness and found that the sound was very cute and pretty as she was.

After coming to his flat, tired and falling dead on his feet, he entered his high class flat to stumble to the couch on his balcony. For a while he just lay there, staring up at the sky and thinking about nothing in particular when she stepped out into her balcony. He stayed as quiet as possible and watched only a feet away as she walked up to the edge of the balcony and sit on the edge, letting her pale legs dangle on the side. From his view of her, he could see that she was dreamingly staring out to the endless sky and looking as if she had truly found her peace with the world, and he felt drawn to her, watching in curious fascination the way her face looked so gentle and serene from the way her messy ponytail left wisps of black hair to cover her cheeks and the nape of neck to her glowing pale skin.

"Your doing it again Pervert." The girl scowled at him.

"Doing what?" He asked confused.

She turned to him, the bangs in her eyes and smiled as if she thought he was trying to cover up whatever he did, then poked him in his stomach secretly enjoying how the muscles flexed under her fingers.

"Being a pervert you baka."

He grinned at this and the girl questioned what was so funny. Obviously something she wouldn't.

"How am I a pervert?" He asked, playfully.

The girl gave a very unladylike snort and turned from him again and instead chose to stare at something else beside him. "Because you were staring at me in your pervert thoughts, like you just did right now!" She tried to put as much ice into her voice as much as possible, but he didn't find it a bit nerving and turned her around so that she faced him again. He moved in closer to her, so that her back was to nothing and that the only way to not fall to her tragic death was to lean closer to him which she unconsciously did.

His hand came up in a slow motion as if scared she might bite again and attentively ran a finger across her skin. The motions making her shiver in nervous anticipation. He leaned in close, and goose bumps spread down her arms when he looked to her lips and then to her eyes in deliberation. His voice became huskier than usual and smooth and rich like honey.

"Does it bother you?" he asked watching, as her eyes seemed to glaze over dreamingly.

"Your Beautiful."

He didn't know what caused him to add this, but the way her eyes softened, made him want to tell her how beautiful she looked right at that moment.

When the hazy cloud left her eyes, she tried backing away from him to only grip his biceps when she felt her butt tip to the end.

Pushing him hardly, she muttered to him darkly to 'shut up' and gracefully walked into her room, the wind blowing her blue nightie in a gentle caress, and stepped into the warm covers of her bedding. Giving a very loud and audible sigh of satisfaction; she snuggled into her blankets, completely ignoring the boy who stood outside on her balcony.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The orange topped boy asked, surprised that she would trust him enough to leave herself wide open and vulnerable. Did she not realize how dangerous he was at that moment?

"Trying to sleep, I assumed it was obvious" She responded with a yawn.

He stared at the small lump that was the girl under the gray blanket, wondering again why he was here, but couldn't find the urge to move away. The tiny strings of destiny already beginning to spin.

"Well don't. We're still in a conversation you know", he clarified to her gruffly, reaching up to run his hand through his bright hair.

The dark hair girl sat up and turned to him with the hardest glare he'd ever seen. He grinned. "Well?" He drawled.

The girl didn't say anything for a while, ignoring him once again to stare above his head and out of the window to the white moon. When he was distracted, she grabbed her pillow and chucked it at him, smiling deviously when it hit him face first.

"Hey!" He shouted, happy she was not ignoring him like anymore, but surprised that she was capable of playing such a sneaky trick.

Picking up the white spotless pillow, he threw it right back at her, missing her head by a good two feet. He scowled and she laughed. "Terrible aiming, no?" The scowl on his face grew and boy turned a bright red.

"Yeah, well your not very polite. Throwing a pillow at a guest of yours."

"Your not my guest" She replied smartly. "How am I the rude one, you…you pervert!" She pointed at him accusingly.

"But you bit me" He teased, not at all bugged that she did bite him for the matter. "And, he added you have terrible manners. First you bite me, then you throw a pillow at me and you keep calling me a pervert" He scowled at the end, but the lightness in his eyes didn't seem to match what he was saying to her.

"But you are a pervert!" She replied again getting up to get into his face and prove it to him.

He raised an orange brow to her, but smiled when her wrathful eyes stared at him.

"If you think I'm such a pervert, I should act like a pervert." He responded wittingly and before she could protest that he already was acting like one, his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her close to tilt her head in a tingling chaste kiss to her virgin lips. All thoughts were blown away and for once, she was left speechless.