How could she possibly proceed with the day, when the reality smacked her in the face harder than a basketball players final slam dunk. Rukia let the sun rays hit her skin, and the unsettling feeling of a pervert had finally made her come to her senses; dragging her from the thoughts of the stupid metaphor of basketballs and sweaty men. Her sharp eyes found the source. A creeping carrot top, and the lingering smell of fruit juice emitting from his dark aura. "Ichigo, what the heck are you doing?" She asks. With no answer, she continued to bathe in the sun. The day went on.