You're More Important Chapter 3

Rating: Teen/Mature for some language

Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to the great Tite Kubo, and shall never be mine. But the story and plot is mine. :D...

Author's Note: I'm really, really sorry about accidently making this the wrong chapter! Won't happen again! I had a computer mixup. / Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Rukia led Ichigo into the tiny diner. "Two personal pan pizzas, please," she yelled out.

"Right," the voice of a kind old man yelled out in reply.Rukia glanced at Ichigo. "Pizza is okay, right?"

"Oh. Yeah."

Rukia nodded. "Good."

She led him to a booth towards the back of the diner. She slid into a seat. "I used to come here alot as a kid. I rarely ever come here now," she sighed.

"Why is that?"

"Busy, I guess."

"Oh."

"What about you? Any place in particular you like to go for inspiration?"

"I like to stay at home when I'm not touring," he said quickly.

"Oh. That makes since, I guess."

Rukia sighed. This conversation was little akward, but, really, what is she supposed to say to the guy?

Then a tiny old, gray haired man came over carrying two small pizza's on trays. "Two pizza's for the lovely couple," he said with a smile and slid the plates in front of them. Then he looked at Rukia. "How's your book doing?"

"Oh.. good," she smiled kindly at the old man."

That's lovely," he said and hurried away when the door to the diner opened.

"Book," Ichigo asked curiously.

Rukia glanced at him again. "Yeah. I want to be a novelist, but for now, I'm working as a reporter.. at least until I can get published."

"Oh. That explains it then."

"Explains what," Rukia asked quickly, looking over at Ichigo.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "You don't seem to act as nosy as most reporters do," he said as though that explained everything.

Rukia frowned at him slightly as though he hand offended her. "Thanks... I think."

They ate their food and continued to talk in hurried voices. They left the diner and began walking around, talking and laughing like old friends.

"So," Rukia said when they sat on a bench in the park. "Are you having fun, Mr. Rockstar?"

Ichigo grinned at her nickname for him. "Are you kidding? I had THE best pizza ever, and I actually met a reporter that I can get along with when she's not driving me crazy!"

Rukia scowled and punched his arm. "Ichigo!!"

"Sorry, sorry! Yeah, I'm having fun. Aren't you?"

"But, of course. Afterall," she teased, her violet eyes glowing with surpressed laughter, "I'm with a rockstar."

Ichigo flushed and laughed. They talked and laughed for a while longer.

Then they returned to their cars. "Bye Ichigo," she called out with a wave.

"Bye." He paused and looked back at her. "Will I see you again?"

"Maybe," she grinned with a wink and hopped into her car, leaving Ichigo in the dust.

Okay, so I'm enjoying myself with this story.

I think thats good.

Hmph.

Ya know, I'm trying to decide...

Should Miss Rukia enjoy writing enough to really send things in and try and get published?

Or should she be too scared?

Hm.

We shall see.

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