Well I guess you guys wanted me to continue this, so I did. But it probably won't have that many chapters to it, since I already have a handful of stories that need some serious updating. Oh and just to clear things up, this is based off of after Rukia comes back from Soul Society to live with Ichigo, but in this fic she has to stay in the closet ...

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, but I do own some Clorox. Or Tide. Can't remember. Maybe it was that stuff with the teddy bear on the front? Anyway, here's chapter two.

Chapter Two.

"Ichigo..." Rukia said quietly as she stood from her seat, gently laying her napkin on the table. "Why did you just say that?" She said almost delicately, and rather quietly. He could barely hear her.

"Well I read your journal." He replied, also standing up, and putting a hand in his pocket, the other scratching at the back of his head. "I am this alleged 'he', right?"

"Ichigo..." She repeated, her quivering hands quietly shaping into fists at her side (which was unnoticed by Ichigo). "And why did you do that?" She added, her voice rising only a tad.

"I dono...It was just there I guess.." He knew she was growing irritated. He was almost afraid for his own safety, considering what he expected to happen in the next few minutes.

"And so you read my deepest, innermost thoughts that were to be kept only to myself, just because it was there?"

"Uh...well I guess so..."

Everyone could feel the overhanging tension between the two, and it was driving him insane.

"Ichigo Kurosaki!! You are a very dead man!!"

"Hey, hey, keep it G-rated you two...actually I would prefer that both of you sit back down to a peaceful dinner, but I can see that isn't going to happen. So, if you must, fight somewhere out of the dining room please." Ishiin said, never even raising his head to look at them.

Rukia grabbed Ichigo's wrist and stomped out of the dining room until they reached the front door and she pushed him outside.

Ichigo raised his pointer finger rather matter-of-factly and said, "Actually, technically you're the dead one Rukia."

And that, only added two, maybe three more times the fuel to Rukia's growing-by-the-second anger.

"Alright, you wanna be a smart fuck? You go ahead and mess with someone else, Kurosaki, but you don't do that with me." She said, her face only inches away from his own, her shoulders raised almost above her head.

"Aww, c'mon Rukia I was only kidding. Ch-chill out." He said, backing away from the angry Kuchiki. What made him fifty times more nervous than usual was the fact that she wasn't even yelling at him. She was using a tone of voice that was low, but had an obvious and extreme anger to it.

"Yeah? Want me to chill out? You don't go fucking scavenging through another person's stuff and expect to play Mr. Smooth Operator, Ichigo!"

"Woah, woah. Rukia, settle down! I didn't go in search of pissing you off, okay!?" He said, taking a deep breath. "Just answer me this. Is it me? Were you writing about me?"

"Who knows." She said, turning her back to him and crossing her arms. He noticed the setting sun was shining along her raven black hair.

"Wh-what do you mean!? Rukia!"

"You heard me. And you know very well what it means."

"Come on, you can't do this to me!" He said desperately, his hands extended out in front of him.

"I can do whatever I please, Ichigo." She said, taking strides down the sidewalk.

"Well, where are you going!?"

"Who knows."

"Rukia Kuchiki, don't you walk away from me!"

Rukia turned her head around as she was quickly pacing her way down the sidewalk.

"I can walk away from whomever I want to, Ichigo Kurosaki!"

Ichigo began to jog after her, which caused Rukia to begin running.

"Kuchiki!!"

"Go away, Ichigo!"

"There's no chance in hell!" He called after her.

Soon enough he was catching up to her, since he had much longer legs than his senior, he was able to do so with much ease.

"Are you deaf!? I said go away!" She said as she stopped running to whirl around, facing him.

"Yeah? And since when I have I done a single thing you told me to do, huh? You're not getting away from me again. You were nearly killed last time."

"I can take care of myself." She muttered, turning away from him.

He grabbed both of her shoulders, turning her around to face him.

"Yeah. I know you can." He whispered hoarsely before she crumbled in his arms and his lips clashed with hers.

"Rukia," He said staring into her eyes. "Do you love me?"

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There's chapter two. I guess that means I have to add more chapters since this one is a cliffy.

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