Rukia twirled and brushed past Ichigo's shoulder. Her spirit energy was automatically pushing towards his right now.

Rukia has mysteriously done it again. Ichigo wanted to move to her left, their gazes transfixed.

A/N: Finally, I'm getting the hang of Profiles on FFN. My, it's confusing. By the way, there is this song. Kelsey-By Metro Station. For some reason, I think it describes IchiXRuki's relationship perfectly. Best Song Ever I've Heard! Anyways, please read, review, and hopefully remember to enjoy. To those reading, sincerely thank you. It keeps me going and vivid!

Anxious to find any excuse for his befuddlement at this strange feeling, Ichigo decided to put his pride behind him on this one, "W-what was that?", he asked breaking the temporary bond between the two.

Rukia was about to answer when Ichigo felt a light hand on his shoulder from a strong spiritual entity. He whisked around, only to come face to face with none other than Byakuya, Rukia's stiff brother.

"You're slow", the Captain said, sounding almost dead.

Byakuya's eyes had twitched when he saw Ichigo's confused facial expression, engraved over his usual one.

The Captain walked in, taking note of the infirmary surroundings until his eyes rested on Rukia, her bubble of spiritual energy still surrounding her.

"You were hypnotizing him with your eyes, weren't you?", he asked, disdainfully.

"Y-yes brother, I can…", Rukia trailed off, embarrassed at her brother coming in at this bad time.

"He doesn't deserve such a complex technique", Byakuya chastised, knowing the trick of the Kuchiki eyes well.

Rukia nodded. She knew that technique was one of seducing but she never knew that her brother would walk in when she was about to start it. It was no different than when her brother was about to start his senbon sakura.

Byakuya stood in front of a stunned Ichigo scrutinizing him. "You probably couldn't tell that I was coming, could you, boy?"

Realizing that he was gaping, Ichigo struggled to regain his composure and glared, "Of course I could tell! You were flash stepping here, probably hoping that I wouldn't notice, eh, Byakuya Kuchiki?"

"Yes", was all that Byakuya said, not seeming to believe Ichigo at all. He walked over to the bed and sat on it, wearily.

Ichigo bit his tongue, angrily, knowing that Rukia would be pissed if he was too "disrespectful"

Byakuya looked icily from Rukia to Ichigo, as if he were expecting them to say something first.

Now here they were, the awkwardness seeming to stretch eons into time. Across from them, a cold, icy air drifted. Byakuya stared unblinkingly across from him. Across the surface, one could easily think that there was nothing but Ichigo felt the frigid daggers directed at him.

The quiet stretched on in the infirmary, no one saying a word in the uncomfortable and spiritual energy filled infirmary room.

Byakuya stared down at his fingers, bored.

Ichigo was pissed and his face showed it. Rukia's brother had come here to give some important news, he should be the first one to talk but apparently, that wasn't the case.

He strummed his fingers across the white wall, waiting.

The silence was over bearing! Wasn't Kuchiki ever going to talk?

Rukia looked worried, staring from hr brother to Ichigo, probably taking the silence as an ominous sign.

"Ok, Byakuya Kuchiki, enough of the crap, why did you come here?! What's the news?", Ichigo leapt up and stormed at the silent man.

"Lower your voice, arrogant boy..", the Captain hissed, his eyes flashing a warning.

Ichigo!", Rukia grabbed Ichigo's shoulder before he did something stupid. That Idiot! What was he thinking by being so brash? What was he trying to accomplish?

"Let me go, Rukia. If he's not going to tell us, then we're wasting our time!", Ichigo sneered at the emotionless Byakuya.

Byakuya simply looked taken aback at the disrespect being shown.

Byakuya walked across the plain floor slowly and looked out the glassless window of the simple infirmary room. He glanced over at the worried Rukia and sulky Kurosaki boy. Could Rukia control Ichigo if the time granted? She could but no one else, definitely.

"The blossoms are blooming early this year", he noted.

"Yeah, Yeah", Ichigo yawning, feigning sleep

He felt a hard elbow on his side and yelped up, recognizing the sharp elbow as Rukia's.

"Ow, What was that?!", he cried.

Rukia pulled a needle out of Ichigo's side, stealthily. It wasn't an elbow, it was a needle. Apparently, an elbow wouldn't have hurt him enough to notice.

"Heh", Rukia chuckled as Ichigo rubbed his side, annoyed.

Byakuya ignored this interruption with forced patience. "Are you two done?", he asked

Rukia nodded obediently, keeping her hand on Ichigo's forearm as he trembled, angrily, struggling to keep his tongue

"I'm proud of what Ichigo did", he stated simply.

Ichigo felt like there had been a sudden boot to his stomach. He could barely breathe. Rukia's brother was proud? What?

Rukia looked just as taken aback

He thrust a finger at Ichigo, talking to a surprised Rukia. "This boy is not a noble, but he brought you back, and he slayed the hollow while you were in a trance."

Trance? How did her brother know about that?, Rukia wondered to herself.

As if reading her thoughts, Byakuya said, "Unohana told me"

Ichigo opened his mouth and then closed it, the words not coming out. "Yeah, thanks, no problem", he managed to get out.

Was that all that Byakuya had come to say?, he wondered. It surely couldn't be, though. He would surely have come to say more since he made such an effort to come here in the first place.

Byakuya didn't speak but looked at him some more. The effect was unnerving.

Ichigo grabbed Rukia's hand ready to leave. "Well, Byakuya, if that's all, I think Rukia and I should leave now"

Ichigo dragged Rukia towards the door, feeling Rukia's glare on his back at his abrupt urge to leave Byakuya's presence.

"I'm not done, boy", Byakuya spoke, before Ichigo reached the door.

Ichigo wheeled around to face Byakuya.

"What?", he asked, eager to leave the presence of Rukia's unpleasant brother.

"I already spoke over this with Captain Ukitake. You've been offered the position of Lieutenant for the 13th squad"

Rukia almost fainted, the moment the words left her brother's mouth. An automatic Lieutenant placement? When did that ever happen?

Ichigo didn't look mildly surprised. Infact, he looked bothered at being told something so trivial.

"Thanks but no thanks, he offered. You could give Rukia the position.", he turned to leave

Byakuya's spirit energy immediately rose to a gigantic level, knocking Rukia to the ground as the spiritual energy pulsed in anticipation.

Ichigo's hair flew back, his soul reaper robe, fraying at the black edges.

"You've been directly offered a position of Lieutenant", Byakuya Kuchiki said, again. "Any soul reaper would kill for the chance."

Ichigo shrugged. "I'm not just any old soul reaper, then", he offered.

Byakuya straightened his shoulders, not giving any ground. "Remember your place, boy. You're not even nobility and you are already being offered a place as Lieutenant. I shouldn't care but recommend that you take it. You are a soul reaper."

The nobility crack was the final straw. Ichigo didn't even understand why Byakuya cared so much about him taking the Lieutenant position.

"You and all this nobility crap!", Ichigo fumed, looking ready to draw his zanpakto. He straightened to his full height staring at Rukia's brother directly in the eye.

Rukia grabbed Ichigo's forearm to stop him from doing anything rash. "Ichigo…", she muttered under her breath, warningly.

Byakuya and Ichigo both redirected their gaze to Rukia, now. It was as if Byakuya had noticed his sister for the first time. His eyes widened at the physical contact.

"Rukia, Ichigo and I need to talk…", he said.

Rukia didn't budge, her eyes widening. Her hand still rested on Ichigo's forearm. Ichigo snaked a quick arm around Rukia's thin waist, despite her brother's disdain at physical contact.

Byakuya's eyes narrowed. "Privately", he clarified.

Rukia nodded at Ichigo who was still holding her. He silently let go, watching her back as she left the infirmary room.

He turned to Byakuya, facing him square on. He was pissed at how long this had to draw out. "What do you want?", he asked, flatly.

Byakuya looked like he was tired of explaining, "I'm tired of getting this through your thick skull, idiot boy."

Another word and Ichigo would have been out for his throat. Ichigo grated his teeth, preparing to leave.

"What squad is Rukia on?", asked Byakuya, seeing that Ichigo was preparing to leave.

"13th", Ichigo answered, he didn't even need to think about that question.

"So why do you think I want you as Lieutenant of the 13th squad?", asked Byakuya, emphasizing each word carefully.

Finally, it dawned on Ichigo what this whole offer was about. No wonder Byakuya was this intent.

"You want me to keep an eye on Rukia?", he asked, already knowing the answer.

Byakuya nodded, "Yes. When you were on the mission with her today, you saw that no harm came to her even if the hollow was strictly mediocre"

Ichigo glared, furious at the insult, "Yeah Byakuya Kuchiki, You bet…"

Byakuya hated interruptions and continued, "You also mastered the bankai in an incredibly short amount of time. You gain your powers quickly and you have potential to be extremely strong. You showed that potential during that Aizen incident. That is why I want you to have every access to better protect Rukia."

Ichigo felt like he had taken a heavy kick to a chest as the words left Rukia's brother. This wasn't happening, it was a farce, a joke. Since when did he care this strongly about Rukia?

"Don't make me laugh, Kuchiki, since when did you ever care about her?", he sneered.

Byakuya glanced at Ichigo as he was a termite before replying, "She will bear the next Kuchiki heir."

Ichigo recoiled in disgust. That inconsiderate, thick, scab-headed, coward of a brother was a nightmare of the worst type. He didn't give a crap about her except that she would produce, someday. She was more than just a…a producer. He shuddered, involuntarily.

"You bastard", Ichigo spat out. "You would have impressed me if you even cared about her well being but you just want a bodyguard in me."

Byakuya snapped his slim fingers, as if snatching something in the air. "You captured the essence perfectly but I am bound to protect her, too.", he affirmed.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow in question.

"Old Promise.", Byakuya explained. "Don't you want to protect Rukia, Ichigo?"

Ichigo didn't need a second of hesitation, "I'd do anything for her", he answered. He stared down into the palms of his hands and knew he meant his answer, whole heartedly.

Byakuya started walking around the small room, seemingly looking at the walls but not precisely seeing. "That's why I am asking you to accept."

Byakuya stared at a particular spot on the wall for a long while. "If you loved her, it would have been even better", he added in for effect.

A void opened up in Ichigo's chest. He loved her, he knew he did. Every fiber of his being told him that he loved her. He wouldn't tell Byakuya, though. That would be giving into his schemed trap.

"Think about it", said Byakuya, heading towards the door.

Ichigo's thoughts were bouncing through every corner of his mind. He saw Rukia's face in his mind. Her bright smile filled him with warmth. Her touch felt so soft on his shoulder. Never would he take her for granted after the incident, today.

Rukia was him. He was Rukia. Tearing Rukia out would be like pulling out half of him. Crap! He loved her! He was bound to her by string, around her finger.

"Wait!", Ichigo called out.

"If that's the case, I….accept…" he managed to force out of his throat.

While he was Lieutenant, he swore that no danger would cross Rukia's path.

Byakuya simply nodded, before shutting the door and leaving the room. He knew Ichigo would eventually make the choice. It was simply a matter of goading him into thinking of Rukia. A smile played on his lips as he descended out of the infirmary and flash stepped past a flustered 4th division assistant who dropped a clattering tray to the floor.

Back at the infirmary room, Ichigo clutched the wall of his infirmary room, distressed about the decision that he had made.

For a fact, he knew that Rukia wouldn't be happy about it. She was no fool and would know that she was being babied.

"I…am…Rukia", he whispered, his feelings coming back to him. "Rukia…", he whispered her name again, deliriously. Her name intoxicated him, poisoned his tongue in it's sweetness.

He collapsed on the infirmary bed, rolling on the sheets, with sheer weariness and a hint of a contented feeling.

Ichigo was now a Lieutenant of the 13th squad, he was free to protect Rukia on all of her missions wherever she may be. He pulled out his Deputy soul reaper badge and spat on it. He was a Lieutenant now. Wait until Chad, Uryu, and Orihime heard the news, boy, would they double take.

He imagined the look on Renji's face when he heard the news. His cheeks would turn as red as his red hair. Renji would scowl and call him a pitiful Lieutenant and growl at him during all of the officer meetings.

Pulled out of his imagination, he heard a sharp rap on the door. He groaned, "Hanataro…Not now"

The knocks persisted with more force.

"Ichigo…", a reedy voice called. "Uh, Ichigo…Um.."

"Hanataro! Don't make me get out there to clobber you!", Ichigo yelled at the door, pissed. He knew it was an empty threat but he knew that Hanataro would be scared, nonetheless and leave him alone.

In an instant, the door fell on it's hinges. It made a large thud as it hit the infirmary floor.

'What in the world?', thought Ichigo as he looked up to face a slim figure with black hair.

He squinted; his mind was completely out of it.

"Hanataro or Rukia?", he asked carefully. It was a stupid question, Ichigo knew. Hanataro would never have the nerve to barge down an infirmary door.

Ichigo grabbed a fistful of black hair in his hand. She was fast. Ichigo had realized at the last instant that she was ramming into him, headfirst.

"What do you think?", she asked, "Gee, Ichigo, I thought you were smarter…ow, my head hurts, have you been working out?"

Ichigo was back down on the bed, Rukia on top of him, both having the appearance of, ahem, lying down. Her head was buried in his chest as his face was nuzzled in her hair. If someone walked in, they would probably assume automatically that they were engaged in some promiscuous activity. He sat up, just incase Rukia felt uncomfortable.

Finally realizing the awkward position that they were in, Rukia straightened up so that they were both sitting on the bed. "Uh…", she started.

"Ok, ok, Rukia, Very funny, I know it's you.", Ichigo answered, still in a daze over his title, not to mention the fact that a girl had been squashed on top of him just a second ago.

"No Ichigo, I'm Hanataro, um…", she grinned, widely, imitating the boy.

"Personally, I think you're cuter.", Ichigo answered, bathing in her smile.

"Then why do I always see you giving him looks?", asked Rukia, coyly, looking up at him.

Ichigo was speechless and lost for words. He gave Hanataro…looks?

He grimaced. "Dirty looks? Yeah, you got that right", pretending not to notice Rukia's joking speculation.

Rukia pulled out a pen and chuckled. "Give me your arm, Ichigo", she cackled, evilly.

"No! I don't want any of your creepy rabbit drawings on me. They suck!" Ichigo pulled his hand out of Rukia's sharp grasp.

"No! C'mere!", Rukia grappled to grab Ichigo's arm before he could pull away, again. Bingo! She caught him off guard.

Ichigo squirmed, not having a good feeling of what was about to come. The pen on his arm almost tickled.

Rukia let go of his arm and Ichigo bent down to see what was written.

The words, 'I'm Gay', were scrawled on his forearm in fancy, black permanent ink letters. He gaped at it for a few seconds.

"Rukia!", he yelled. Dammit! If Renji saw it, he would be the laughing stock of the whole Seireitei for the next year and a half.

Revenge was Ichigo's. He drew his brows close together as he saw Rukia giggling over her victory. She was going to pay in skin and he had the perfect plan.

Ichigo looked down at the floor, sitting on his hands, as if Christmas had come late during the year. He narrowed his eyes, trying to look on the verge of tears. His hands grasped the bed side as if trying to restrain his sadness.

He heaved his shoulders up and down, lowering his head to secretly hide his smirk. His shoulders continued to heave. Yes, he was pulling out all of the stops.

Sure enough, he felt Rukia's cool touch on his back. "Ichigo, it was a joke", she explained, gently. "I know that you…"

She didn't have time to finish her sentence, because Ichigo had now grasped both of her tiny wrists in one hand. He truly was a fast striker.

He had tricked her into acting all too sad and melodramatic. Ichigo was a dumbass of a stupid actor. She squeezed her eyes as she felt the pen tip write something on her wrist.

Rukia felt her wrists being let go as she stared down to see Ichigo's creation. On it in bold letters were inscribed, 'Legendary SUCKER'

"Ichigo! Quit being so immature!", she screamed, throwing the pen at his face.

Ichigo clutched his knee and fell back on the bed in a fit of deep laughter. "Im-at-ure….Hahahaha Hahahaha"

Now, Rukia was worried. She had never seen Ichigo laugh this hard until she felt a giggle escape her lips when she saw what she had wrote on Ichigo's arm. The thought of Hanataro and Ichigo on a date…

Hanataro would be in a purple frilled dress and Ichigo in a tux, as the waiters would shrug at the weird looking chick on Ichigo's arm.

"Umm, uh, more tea?", Hanataro would ask.

Ichigo would just shrug in reply before kissing Hanataro on the cheek. Maybe…Maybe he would call Hanataro, "Hana-Hana"

This was too much! Now, she was on the bed rolling in a fit of nonstop laughter, clutching her stomach. Rukia might have been laughing even harder than Ichigo. She wondered what Ichigo was thinking before shrugging, uncaringly.

This continued on for another second, the two both laughing, before they both straightened up, the laughter dying down.

"That wasn't very funny", Ichigo snorted.

"You were killing yourself back there!", Rukia pointed out.

"Only because you were", he retorted. Ichigo didn't want to share his thoughts with Rukia which had triggered him into laughing. The thoughts were too embarrassing.

"Hana-Hana…Hana-Hana", Rukia chuckled to herself.

Ichigo wondered what the hell Rukia was thinking and somehow he didn't want to know.

"What?", he asked, obliged to ask but not wanting an answer.

Immediately, it hit Rukia the reason she had come to see Ichigo. It definitely was not to have some funny arm drawing contest.

"Oh yeah, Ichigo?", she asked.

"Yeah?"

"Why did my brother want to talk to you alone?", Rukia asked.

Ichigo dug his heel on the ground and sat up straight on the bed. This was the last thing that he wanted to talk about and he knew that Rukia would be more than just mad.

"I accepted his offer", Ichigo brushed off, trying to downplay the whole scenario.

Rukia felt a jolt to her spine as if someone had just electrocuted her with a torture device.

"What?", she asked, "Why?! I thought you were going to decline when I was still in the room"

He looked in Rukia's eyes, locked, begging her to understand. "Change of heart"

"Oh?", Rukia's tone was dripping with skepticism

Ichigo shrugged, feeling that he should have kept his foot in his mouth. Stupid, stupid! How stupid could he get!

He adopted his characteristic facial scowl and crossed his arms over his chest, "It was to protect you", he stated, matter-of-factly

Rukia scowled back, "Just because I'm in 13th and my brother is a Captain doesn't mean that you have to mooch off of him!" She was enraged, now, and she knew it. How dare Ichigo?

Ichigo fought the urge to laugh. Mooch? "Rukia, did you hear the jerk? He was practically begging me!"

"Fine", Rukia huffed.

Ichigo sat back, satiated at consoling Rukia.

Wrong.

"But you don't need to protect me. I've been a soul reaper for much longer than your great grandmother's birth date!", she hissed, trying to keep her cool temper.

"I know", Ichigo said, instantly remembering Rukia's true age. He never thought about that when he was around her.

"Does that mean nothing to you?", she asked, sounding almost indignant.

Gee, did her tone of voice change fast. Ichigo sighed.

"Rukia…"

"Don't Rukia me! Rukia, this. Rukia, that. I don't need your protection!", she shot back.

Ichigo bit his tongue. He knew that if he tried mouthing off back, he would say something that he would regret later.

"Did you hear me?", she pressed.

"No-Protection needed. None. None at all", she said, again, slowly.

Why did Rukia have to make this so difficult on him? Why couldn't she shut her mouth instead of trying to grab the monopoly on the last word?

Ichigo gave up. "Really? Look, you're in the infirmary now, aren't you?"

Rukia rolled back her sleeves, pissed off. "I was serving as your bait, you, you… sorry son of a"

Ichigo clamped a heavy hand over her mouth before she could continue.

"No one asked you to be bait. Just let this go"

Rukia's voice was a muffle under Ichigo's hand, "Nung whatch the"

She gave up. If Ichigo wanted to be a bighead, then she would gladly play by his game.

She bit his hand--HARD.

"Aghh! Bloody Hell, woman!", Ichigo yelped, pulling back his hand in a mix of surprise and pain. Bloody teeth marks were deeply indented on his palm.

"Rukia!", he yelled.

"Yes, Lieutenant?", she smiled, bitter sweetly.

"Lieutenant, want me to clean your shoes? Want to mop the floor with me? Let me tend to your every need, oh Lieutenant", she spat out the last words.

Ichigo reclined his hands at the back of his head, "I wouldn't mind that. Could you bring me some water, please? Some bandages for my hand, too?", he asked, knowing it would only piss off Rukia even more.

"I've had it with you!", Rukia protested.

Ichigo shrugged, inwardly. He knew he shouldn't upset Rukia even more than she already was but he couldn't help himself. She was hilarious like this.

"I can't help it if you put love bites on me every few minutes, babe", he spoke, in a fancy superior tone on voice, slathered on thick.

"I was biting your hand back there, you giant stupid oaf!", she screamed. "Ugh! You're such an idiot sometimes, Ichigo!", she was stomping towards the door, now.

"Only to protect you because you need me by your side!", Ichigo bellowed back, jokingly.

Ok, so he was pushing it. Rukia couldn't be that mad, could she? Would she actually leave?

Rukia turned back to face him, spitefully. "You…… think that I'm just a girl…", she whispered. "Just a girl"

She flung open the door, leaving.

"Only cute ones!", Ichigo called to her back, he knew that she had heard. There was no door so there was no slam but she left through the doorway.

The last glimpse that he caught of her face, she had big juicy tears on the bottom of her eyes, threatening to spill over.

Ichigo buried his face in his hands. Why did his mouth say something idiotic, every time he opened it? His mind and mouth weren't connected! He was an idiot! He was supposed to be her protector but instead, he made her cry by being an uncaring dumbass.

If Yuzu and Karin were in the Seireitei, Yuzu would be crying, wondering how her beloved big brother could act that way. Karin would kick him in the …errr, hurtful place before avoiding him. "Ichigo!! You Dumbass! Your old man will clean out your empty head!", his father would yell like Tarzan and kick his head over and over, not giving him any peace.

He leaned back on the bed stand, tiredly. His family usually took his side. To imagine them angry, he would have had to have been wildly stupid. A moron, infact

Ichigo closed his eyes, rocking back and forth. He should apologize to Rukia, he knew that much. Something told him that now was not the time, though. He would probably just succeed in getting a slammed door in his face. Whenever someone got too upset, they were not in the mood to talk. That was something that he knew from experience.

Right now, Rukia would probably be sulking away right now, or maybe throwing darts at a make-believe Ichigo's head. He groaned.

Straining his ears, Ichigo heard long strides of footsteps. Someone was coming and it for sure was not Rukia.

Captain Ukitake stepped through the doorway, looking at the fallen door on the ground, startled.

A rush of relief immediately flew through Ichigo, thinking that it might have been Byakuya, coming to see what the commotion was all about. Captain Ukitake was down to earth and his Captain, now. He could trust him.

"Well, well, looks like someone barged in here. There is no door", the Captain smiled, crookedly.

Ichigo nodded, thinking of Rukia.

"Rukia?" Captain Ukitake asked, knowingly.

"Yes. It was her, alright", answered Ichigo, not wanting to think of Rukia too much.

Intuitively noting Ichigo's stricken face, the Captain decided to enquire. This wasn't like Ichigo to get too wound up over things.

"A tiff?", he asked, remembering back to his old lover during his old academy days.

"Yeah, I was an idiot", Ichigo muttered.

"I was, too. Nothing you can't fix, it's never too late", the Captain winked.

"Anyway, you're my Lieutenant now! I'm glad Byakuya convinced you. I have good news!", he continued.

"What's the news?", asked Ichigo, curiously.

If it was a mission with Rukia, there would more than a fair share of tension. 'Please…don't let it be a mission with her', he prayed in his mind.

"A mission with Rukia and I!", the Captain smiled, widely.

Ichigo winced as if a ram rod hot rod had been branded onto his spine. Not Rukia… He had feared that.

"We'll be heading to the world of the living in two days", Captain Ukitake informed, "I don't have much information now but it won't be in Karakura, I know that much."

Ichigo stared down dully. If Rukia went with them, all hell would break loose.

"I can't go", he murmured, dully. "Not with Rukia, at least not now"

The Captain threw his head back, laughing exasperatedly.

"Honestly, Ichigo. I never knew Rukia to hold a grudge for too long. You'll make up in no time!", he beamed.

With that, he shrugged off Ichigo's complaint and prepared to leave.

"Yeah…right…when pigs become dental assistants", Ichigo muttered.

Captain Ukitake pretended not to hear. "Meet you at the gate in two days, you hear?!", he called back, dandily walking out of the doorway.

"Yeah", Ichigo answered, depressed. He was a Lieutenant now. Like it or not, it was his obligation to go.

The infirmary room was the epitome of bad luck rooms and he needed time to think. He adopted a scowl on him face and stood up off of the infirmary bed.

Deciding to leave, Ichigo walked out of the doorway to talk with Chad in his quarters and then, maybe pick a fight with Ikkaku. God…this mission was the last thing he needed.

Damn. Rukia. Damn. His stupidness. Damn. Reality and Missions. Damn. Everything.