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'Ku-Kuchiki-san, I would like to speak with you for a bit, if you don't mind', Ishida said, standing at the door of the Kurosaki residence.

Rukia blinked at him over the head of Karin, who was holding the door open and eyeing him somewhat suspiciously.

'Ishida!', Rukia smiled. 'Of course, please come in'.

'Ah, no. Would you mind terribly stepping out ?I would prefer to talk out here', insisted the boy, who, frankly was feeling too light-headed and claustrophobic to bear the thought of being in between walls with Kurosaki's sister glaring at him.

'Ah? Okay, sure', she slipped past Karin and onto the lawn.

'Rukia-chan, if you need something, holler', the younger girl said pointedly, obviously having guessed correctly from his nervous state what Ishida's motives were. Ishida quaked a little inside with the newest knowledge of the potency of this species called girls, but managed to smile disarmingly at her.

'Well, Ishida? What's the problem?', Rukia enquired once they were alone.

'No, no problem', breathed Ishida. He filled his lungs with air, feeling his cool and his confidence returning. Even his forehead was on its way to returning to its normally creased state. He was so almost there.

'Well, I was just…wondering if-you know-if you…um…'

Ok, so cool and confidence were obviously overrated.

To distract himself from apocalyptic thoughts, he looked at Rukia, really looked at her. She looked pretty, very pretty in her simple blue summer dress. But then again, Kuchiki-san had always been pretty. No, beautiful. Ethereal, like an angelic , slightly violent butterfly. Delicate and mysterious.

And those eyes, those seering amethyst eyes-

Color rushed to his face like a surging tide. WHY WOULD HE THINK THAT?WHAT COULD POSSIBLY HAVE MADE HIM BELIEVE THAT THINKING THAT WAS GOING TO BE HELPFUL?

'Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!', he berated himself.

Aloud, yes.

Rukia looked appropriately concerned.

So yeah, Ishida congratulated himself; he had totally succeeded.

In making the girl he'd come to ask out think that he had brain damage.

Nice one, Uryuu. Very nice.

Inside the house, ears glued to the door, the Kurosaki twins' eyes widened.

'Karin-chan!', Kurosaki Yuzu gasped. 'Is he-is Uryuu-chan-KA-KARIN-CHAN!'

The last words were spoken in abject horror, as she observed a dark, vengeful aura seeping out of her sister's body.

'Karin…chan?, Yuzu repeated weakly.

Kurosaki Karin was furious. She was livid.

'That-that guy…who does he think he is! Wanting Rukia-chan! The nerve of him! Rukia-chan is Ichi-nii' s, isn't she? Isn't she, Yuzu?'

'Well, Onii-chan hasn't really hasn't really done anything about that, has he?', Yuzu pouted disappointedly. She would have said something derogatory about said useless brother (for she really was annoyed at him) but it just wasn't in her nature.

So her twin filled in for her.

'THAT MORON, Ichi-nii! Does he think that girls like Rukia-chan grow on trees?She's gonna be gone before he knows it, THE IDIOT! Aaaargh! Well, if he loses her, then so there! I hope he stays unmarried all his stupid life then! I won't accept anyone except Rukia-chan as a sister-in-law!'

'Karin-chan, calm down!'

'HE WILL NEVER HAVE MY BLESSINGS!'

Outside, Rukia cocked her head slightly.

'Is someone yelling and throwing stuff around somewhere? What is that sound?', she puzzled.

In the meanwhile, Ishida had managed to pull himself out of the very deep flunk of a very small duration that he'd fallen into because of the unraveling of belief in his abilities.

Yes, this is it! It's now or never! I must say it!, he thought with new resolve.

'See? That's the thing about Ishida. No matter how many times he falls down and provides us with entertainment by embarrassing himself, he's still such a narcissist that he can't think of the possibility of himself failing at anything.', Matsumoto said to Hisagi, Kira and the handful of the earlier stalking party which had decided to stick through till the end. They were currently crouched behind a cluster of wilting bushes across from the couple and were surveying them through binoculars and following the conversation by the means of the bug that Matsumoto had placed on Ishida while pretending to wish him good luck.

Hitsugaya Toushiro had noted this down in his little black book and had sworn to dust himself thoroughly before having any private conversation in future.

'But, Matsumoto-san! Is this really alright?Its-Its really unethical!', Izuru Kira didn't like where this was headed.

'Oh, hush, it's totally okay. You say that to everything. It was the same story back when I made you drink the drug-laced sake'.

'SO YOU ADMIT THAT IT WAS LACED?', Hitsugaya hissed angrily.

'Oooh boy! Look! He's going to ask! Look!', Matsumoto squealed, pointing at Ishida and Rukia and ignoring her taichou completely.

'MATSUMOTO !'

Rukia whipped around to peer into the nearby vegetation.

'Jeez, what is with this place?I could swear I heard someone yell right now…', she frowned.

'Kuchiki-san!', Ishida burst out in a shrill voice he apparently adopted whenever he was shit-nervous.

It's not very masculine, by the way.

I-Ishida?', Rukia asked carefully, eyeing him as if expecting him to explode.

He steeled himself and looked into her violet eyes, let himself drown in them.

'I-Kuchiki-san…please-please go out with me!'

Silence.

('Oooh!', Hisagi said, but all his fellow stalkers immediately hushed him up)

Rukia stared at Ishida. The wind seemed to have died. Hell, even the birds had gone quiet. The mysterious ruckus from the house had come to an abrupt stop too.

Not good.

Ishida's eyes flitted to the door apprehensively, but unlike their brother, Kurosaki's sisters seemed to posses some tact and politeness at least because no one came bursting out to kill him.

Either that, or ( more probably ), the brunette was being restrained by the non-insane one.

'Ishida…'

His face flamed as he looked back at the shinigami, who was watching him with thoughtful, jewel-like eyes.

What was she thinking, he wondered…He tried to get his erratically beating heart to calm down, but how could it, really, when she was looking at him like that?

Dammit, this was such a stupid idea! She was probably deciding on how to let him down easy; she was trying to find a way to refuse him without hurting him. Shit. She was-

'What is…going out?

NO.

Her violet eyes were wide with pure, innocent curiosity. Ishida restrained himself from finding a tree trunk to smash his head on.

This-he couldn't explain this too! This was way beyond what he'd agreed to! This was absurd!-Oh well, Kuchiki-san, going out is dating, like we hold hands and kiss and stuff'- 'Oh, come, Ishida, look at me, look at you. Of course the answer is no; why did you even bother asking?'.
No. He wasn't going through that. Even though, obviously Kuchiki-san was too nice to say something like that.

THIS SHIT WAS IMPOSSIBLE!

Rukia was still watching him hopefully, so he struggled to find an appropriately worded definition.

'Well, um…you-you see, Kuchiki-san...when, um…when two people like each other, they, um, well, they go places together and…well…'

'Like?', the violet eyes were impossibly wide now.

'Yeah', he blushed. 'You know, as in-'

'But then it's ok, isn't it!', she smiled.

'Yeah, but-wait, what?'

Her face was tinged the slightest rose and God, she looked so beautiful. Kurosaki totally didn't deserve this…maybe he should back out.

It was like handing a monkey a tiara. It had to be illegal.

'Ishida', she blushed a little more. 'I like you.'

To be continued!
-_- Dont kill me,its still IchiRuki!

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