Author's Note:Number three! Ichigo and Rukia are fighting. (I'd like to note most of my stories will not have context. I know that may drive some of you insane [haha, a pun], and I'm sorry!)
"Damn it, Ichigo! Why can't you just understand me for once?" Rukia was on a rampage. In one hand she held a bag and in the other a fist.
Ichigo stood helpless as she began to walk away. "Rukia, baka, wait!" He rushed past her, blocking the door.
"Baka! Who are you calling a baka? Ichigo, you're the fool here. Can't you see that you're important to me?"
Ichigo widened his arm-span and she tried to push through him. "Let me go!" she huffed.
"No! Why don't you ever just talk to me, Rukia? Every time something goes wrong you leave! You can't always run away!" He knew very well these words would sting, but he didn't know just how much.
Rukia opened her mouth to speak, but clamped it shut. Letting her head hang, she dropped her bag and stared at her feet. Quietly, she responded, "Running is the only thing I know how to do."
Ichigo inhaled and squeezed his eyes shut. Opening them again, he placed his arms around her upper arms. "Rukia, we're going to fight. We're going to get hurt. This is just life, and you have to realize that."
"Life," Rukia snorted softly and shook her head. "You always seem to forget: I'm dead, Ichigo."
Ichigo was thrown by her statement, but still had something to say. "Bullshit. You're not dead, Rukia. A wise shinigami once told me to get my head out of my ass and learn to overcome my problems. I'm going to tell her right now that she needs to do the same. The shinigami I knew was brave and didn't take crap from anyone. She was broken but beautiful, and she made it her job to protect me- that's the woman I know in my heart."
Rukia exhaled and looked up, a single tear fighting its way down her face. "You're insane for loving me."
"I don't give a damn if I'm crazy."
"You're a fool."
"I'm your fool."
Rukia sighed and dropped her shoulders. Somehow, he always won.