Hi everyone!

Well, last chapter was literally all one-line dialogue (ughh), so I'm making up for it with TWO REALLY GOOD CHAPTERS! I PROMISE!

This one will be lacking in action. It's more of a bridge I suppose… so… sorry? ^,^;

But the next one will be more… soccer…y? (If that's even a word…) ^,^

Anyways, I'll talk more about the next chapter when the next chapter comes. I NEED TO FOCUS!

So… all that said =D

Thank you to DeviantHollow23 and xbleachfanx for the reviews! :D

THIS NOT-REALLY-BUT-KIND-OF-ICHIRUKI-ISH CHAPTER IS FOR YOU!

Credits: THANK YOU SO MUCH to my REALLY awesome friend for giving me a whole lot of information about soccer! Without him I probably would've confused everything with basketball , I seriously thought point guard was part of soccer! *I know right?* I MEAN IT PEOPLE IF YOU LOKE THIS FANFIC THANK HIM FOR KEEPING A VITAL PART OF IT ALIVE! IT WOULD'VE DIED BY NOW!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. I do not own Good Ending… I … do not…. I JUST DON'T OWN THESE TWO MANGAS! *sob* But I do own Yuki, the OC guy appearing in this story! :D *okay in all honesty, he's my friend's OC ^^;*

Let the fourth chapter of This Game of Love Begin!


"Alright Kurosaki-kun, Kuchiki-san said that you don't have much experience in these types of sports... but have you ever played soccer before?" Orihime asked him brightly as she dug around in an equipment bin. Rukia stood next to her, silently glaring at Ichigo.

Don't mess this chance up, Strawberry, her death glare seemed to say.

"Um… my younger sister forced me into playing soccer with her a few times, since she's really good at soccer and all… but not really I guess," he grinned sheepishly, putting a hand behind his head, trying his best to ignore Rukia's deadly stare.

"Alright Kurosaki-kun! POP QUIZ!" Orihime jumped in front of him and blew a whistle, nearly destroying his eardrums. "First question! Topic: Equipment!" she pointed at him, a determined look on her face. "Name all the equipment needed when playing soccer!"

"…" Ichigo blinked, slightly confused at this turn of events.

"…Well, Kurosaki-kun?"

"U-um… well you know… cleats I guess…?" the poor strawberry stuttered lamely, stalling for time. Equipment? There's equipment needed? I thought it was just kicking a ball.

"And…?" Orihime prompted, an expectant look on her face.

I DON'T KNOW! Ichigo mentally screamed, and stayed silent.

"Kurosaki-kun," Orihime glared, "you don't know about any of the equipment, do you?"

"Um… no… at least... I don't know much of it..." Ichigo mumbled. His manly pride was taking too many hits for him to bear today.

"Well that's alright, either way," Orihime grinned, "Most people don't really pay much attention to the equipment either way... unless of course they play soccer. Did your sister ever use anything besides her soccerball and cleats?"

"No..." Ichigo shrugged, "she mainly plays with her friends in the field by the park, and as far as I've seen, they don't usually use or wear any equipment..."

"Well, that's understandable," Orihime nodded, going back to digging around the equipment bin, "It doesn't seem like she plays soccer as a serious sport... at least, at the moment. Cleats are a given. But you also need shin guards, and of course, long socks." Her head re-appeared as she held up said equipment.

"…"

"Is anything wrong, Kurosaki-kun?"

"… Aren't long socks something girls wear with their school uniform every day?"

"Not funny, stupid Strawberry," Rukia facepalmed.


"So Kurosaki-kun, you know how to dribble… so I think we'll start with defense then…" Orihime mused, as they walked towards the fields. Rukia, muttering about how stupid Ichigo was, had chosen to go practice somewhere else (to Ichigo's relief). Playing soccer with Inoue-sempai... Ichigo began to float off into a lovely daydream again.

"Kurosaki-kun, I have to go check on the rest of the team, so I'll get someone else to see what you can do, alright?" Orihime asked, turning around to face Ichigo. Before he could reply, she had turned back to face the rest of the field again. "YUKI~!" Orihime shouted, waving frantically at a… girl?

I think that's a girl…but she's wearing blue*… maybe she likes to crossdress? Ichigo mused, staring at the figure across the field. She... if it was a she... had unevenly cut, dark black hair that went just past her shoulders, which she kept brushing out of her face as she gave directions to a few students.

"YUKI~ OVER HERE PLEASE!" Orihime shouted, waving both hands like a drowning person.

She jumped when she heard Orihime calling her name.

She told the guy next to her something, and handed him a soccer ball.

She turned around, and began heading towards them.

As she neared Ichigo and Orihime, Ichigo got a better look at her face.

She… was a he.

okay, not a girl. Ichigo mentally facepalmed.

"You wanted something, Inoue-sempai?" Yuki asked, as he came to a stop in front of Orihime.

"Yuki-kun, this is Kurosaki Ichigo, and Kurosaki-kun, this is Shunsen Yuki, the vice captain. He's in the same year as you, and he's one of our best!" Orihime bubbled, holding out one hands toward both guys.

"Hey..." he nodded at Ichigo, and glanced back towards the group that he had just left.

"Hey... by the way, I thought you were a girl, cause you know, your hair's like… yeah" Ichigo, stupid strawberry he was, said bluntly, a blank look on his face.

"…" Yuki slowly turned around, walked towards the nearest metal pole, and began to slam his head against it. Orihime and Ichigo sweatdropped.

"U-um Yuki-kun, that's not exactly good for you," Orihime grinned sheepishly as she tried to pull him away from the pole. "You kind of need your brains to you know... play soccer and all. I'm sure Kurosaki-kun just made a small mistake... it must've been a trick of the light!"

"Well your hair is past shoulder length so I just thought you were a girl from the back... and maybe the front too, if I see from a distance," Ichigo said dumbly. Yuki froze, and an icy wind blew past as dead silence settled over the whole conversation.


"NOOO YUKI-KUN DON'T DO IT, PLEASE! WE NEED YOU! THE CLUB NEEDS YOU!" Orihime begged as Yuki balanced on the railing of the roof, more than a few stories above the ground. The whole soccer club had gathered below. A group of girls were crying, and another group was trying to find a trampoline, or a mattress, or a blanket.

"... this is really cliche..." Ichigo sweatdropped. Below, a black and red blur pushed past the group of crying girls, and sped up the staircase.

"Girl… I really do look like a girl…" Yuki muttered as he swayed a little bit, his grip on the railing loosening.

"NOOOOO YUKI-KUN!" Orihime leaped forward, just as the black and red blue lunged past her towards Yuki, who had already let go of the railing and was tipping forward.

"SHUNSEN, YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT!"

Kids, unless you are Shunsen Yuki, and have a Rukia nearby, do not try this at home.


"Well it's true that you kind of look a bit feminine… but sorry," Ichigo apologized lamely, as Rukia and Yuki glared at him. Right before he was about to jump off, the red and black blur, who was now revealed to be Rukia, had sprinted up to the roof, grabbed the back of his shirt, and pulled him off the railing, effectively stopping all plans of jumping.

"Right. Sure. Thanks Kurosaki. Because all guys like being told they look girly. Especially by a Strawberry who looks like a wannabe carrot," Yuki grumbled sarcastically, as the small group came to a stop at the edge of the soccer field. Ichigo grabbed the pair of cleats that Orihime had given him, and began to put them on. Yuki quickly went to go organize the club back into its original groups.

"So... since we're all okay... Kurosaki-kun, to start, Yuki-kun is going to try to get the ball into the goal. Your job is to keep him from making any goals, to the best of your ability," Orihime instructed as she watched him tie the laces.

"Seems easy enough," Ichigo nodded, as Yuki began to walk back to them.

"Don't be so sure of that," Orihime smiled knowingly, and turned towards Yuki. Ichigo sat there for a moment, slightly confused.

"Inoue-sempai, do you have a hair-tie? Or something like that... a string is fine too..." Yuki asked, running a hand through his hair, which kept falling in front of his eyes. Ichigo quickly held back a laugh.

"Oh um… not that I know of, I don't exactly use hair ties very often... does anyone have an extra hair-tie? Kuchiki-san, Kurosaki-kun?" Orihime looked at them hopefully. Rukia shook her head, and headed off to retrieve her soccer ball.

"Oh um… actaually, I think my other sister might've left one of her hair-ties in my bag… she leaves them everywhere, but they usually turn up there..." Ichigo mumbled a he dug through his bag's front pocket.

"Thank you Kurosaki-kun," Orihime said cheerfully and skipped away. Ichigo's heart skipped a few beats along with her. Yuki raised his eyebrow suspiciously when he saw Ichigo's slight blush.

"Looks like someone's got a little crush on Inoue-sempai, huh?" he asked, an evil expression settling onto his face. Ichigo blushed even more, as he tried to think of a quick excuse to distract Yuki form prying any further.

"Haha your hair's so long you need to tie it back," he laughed quietly, internally sighing in relief when he saw Yuki's expression change from evil, to irritated.

"SHUT UP AND GIVE ME THE DAMN THING, KUROSAKI!" he growled.

"Fine fine… temper," Ichigo grumbled as he handed it over.

"…" Yuki stared at the hair tie like it was a dangerous bomb. "Um... Kurosaki..."

"What? Something wrong with it?" Ichigo asked.

"….A Chappy hair-tie? Please tell me this isn't a Chappy hair tie..." Yuki mumbled, looking around to make sure that nobody had seen it.

"Um... considering that its my sister's, and I don't even know what Chappy is... why is this a bad thing?" Ichigo raised his eyebrow. Yuki took another glance around the field, and quickly lowered his voice so that Ichigo had to lean forward to hear.

"Well you see, Kurosaki... Rukia has a... strange... obsession with Chappy and-"

"WHO SAID CHAPPY?" Yuki jumped, and quickly sprinted for cover when they saw Rukia speeding towards them, with an insane light in her eyes.


"So, are you ready Ichiberry?" Rukia smirked as Ichigo waited in front of the goal.

"Course I'm ready, I can kick Shunsen's ass any time..." Ichigo muttered, and held back a groan when Rukia slapped the back of his head.

"WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE," she scolded, "and like Inoue-sempai said before, don't be so sure of that... Well then… here he comes. Do your best Ichiberry... not that your best will stand any chance against Shunsen-san." Rukia grinned and stepped back. Ichigo ignored her, and focused on the black and white ball.

"Right… I can't look like a fool in front of Inoue-sempai, he won't get a single goal in. Not a single goal." Ichigo glared determinedly.

Concentrate Ichigo…

Concentrate…

He's going towards the left... no wait whose left? Yeah his left, no wait that's my… wait WHERE DID THE BALL GO?

"Oi Ichiberry... the ball went into the goal ages ago." Behind him, Rukia tapped his shoulder, and pointed at the ball which she held in her hand. Ichigo stood there, shocked. He hadn't even seen Yuki kick the ball.

Damn he's fast…

"What was that you said about 'not a single goal,' Kurosaki?"


Blue uniforms- So… for sports, the guy's uniforms are usually blue

Well, yes the ending was a bit half-assed ^,^;

I'm sorry I haven't updated in awhile, high school just started and everything and I've been BUSY ,

But hope you enjoy ^,^

Please review!

-ComfortablyConfused