AN: Well, from this chapter on, there will be more changes and a few chapters will be in a different order. So I hope you like it. :) Thanks for the reviews by the way!

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Rukia's P.O.V.

The next time I woke up, I was more aware of my surroundings than the prvious time. I could remember that I wasn't home anymore since someone has killed nii-sama. And the only thing I knew from that person was that he or she had piercing red eyes.

I shivered when I could see those eyes clearly in front of me. I looked out of the windows and almost screamed when I saw something moving in the trees. I blinked again and it was gone. So, was it my imagination or something like that? I shook my head. I think that I'm going to get insane if my mind plays more tricks on me...

And then back to his name? Was I allowed to use his first name or not? Ugh, I am such an old lady sometimes. I can't remember the things that normal people should remember. And if I forget something like that, then that was absolutely not a good sign.

Then I heard his sweet voice again, but this time it was also filled with concern. That made me worry just a little bit. I knew that I was kind of eavesdropping, but I couldn't help it. I was curious.

"Did you hear anything about the attack?" I frowned a little bit. Which attack? Don't tell me that the world started to break down while I was sleeping. I listened to the silence, concluding that he was having a conversation through the phone.

"No, I didn't come near the person." He said while I noticed some sarcasm in his voice. "But there is a girl upstairs at the moment since I've saved her."

The next silence was short since I heard "What?" a few seconds later. I wonder what the other person had said. I shook my head. I am being a bad girl since I shouldn't eavesdrop on, a maybe private, but a very serious conversation.

"You are a freaking pervert!" And that pulled my out of my thoughts again. "Of course I am not sleeping in the same bed! I have a house damn it and you of all people should know that since you have slept here a few times as well. And you slept in a spare room! It took me a few seconds before I actually realized that the other person was thinking that we had slept together... I felt a blush creeping onto my face again. Who the fuck is that person?

And then he started to talk again, which made me blush even more. "No, of course she is not ugly!" He was yelling. Then he continued with a more quiet voice. "There is something starnge about her though..." I frowned again. Okay, wait a second. What is strange about me?

He suddenly started to hiss. It sounded really dangerous and I felt shivers running through my body. "She. Is. NOT! Dangerous." Then he started to talk really quiet again. I couldn't hear him talk anymore. Well, I could hear some low humming, but not the exact words anymore.

I wonder, which date is it today? I took my phone and flipped it open. It was Decemner the 10th. Wow, why can't I remember that it was December already? Well, at least that does explain why the sky turned black so early.

I heard the door open and I looked up, only to meet his gaze. We kind of began staring at each other. He was the first one to speak. "Are you alright Rukia?" His voice was still full of concern which made me feel warm inside and smile. "Yes, I am Hitsugaya-san."

He sighed silently and a small smirk was gracing his lips. "This is the third time that I'm saying this and I won't repeat it again. You may call...wait, no, scratch that, you must call me Toshirou. I am going to get insane if you call me Hitsugaya-san the whole time. It makes me feel old." I gave him a sheepish smile. "Sorry, habits are quite hard to break."

Then I noticed that he was suddenly interested. "What is a habit of yours? Calling people by their last name with suffix?" He entered the room and made his way towards the bed and sat down on the edge of it.

I nodded and looked him in the eyes, feeling something flutter in my stomach. "Yeah, I always had to be respectful to other people, so I never use any first names anymore..."

He seemed to understand that since he asked this: "Even your friends?"

I thought about it and a little smile crept onto my face. "There are three exceptions."

"Who?" he asked and I noticed his curious tone.

"Well, first there is a guy with orange hair. He is one of my classmates. I call him strawberry." I started to grin because of the good memories.

"Strawberry?" He asked, confused. His confused face almost made me squeal. It was cute... Gods, I need distraction before I get crazier.

I smiled a little bit. "I call him strawberry because of the meaning of his real name. His real name is Ichigo." I frowned a little bit when I saw him stiffen at the mention of that name.

"What's wrong Toshirou?"

I saw how he relaxed again which only made me more curious. "I am sorry. I thought that I heard an different name than the one you said. Could you repeat the name again?"

I nodded. "His name is Ichigo." I saw how he thought a minute about it before he smiled as well. "Yes, Strawberry is the perfect nickname. Who are the others?"

"The other is a very good friend of mine. His name is Renji, but I call him pineapple." His face and voice got confused again. "Why that?"

"Well," I started. "Because he always has his hair in a pony tail. The end of that always looks like the green thing on top of a pineapple... so yeah." I saw him blink before he burst out in a laughter. I looked at him while he laughed and smiled. Somehow, I think that I'm addicted to him. His laugh, his smile, his chuckles. I shook my head slowly. Gods, I am not getting crazier, I'm getting insane already.

Then I noticed that he was looking at me as well. His face told me that he knew who the last one was, but he didn't make an attempt to ask or to push me. I sighed since I was going to tell him anyway. "The last one is nii-sama." It was difficult to say his name, but I didn't break down. That was at least something. He crawled towards me and I blinked. What the fuck is he doing? And oh gods, why did he look so handsome?

When he was sitting next to me, he wrapped his arms around me. I felt the familiar cold waves coming from his body and somehow, I started to cry. I cursed myself after I concluded that even the softest touch was able to get me crying.

We sat there for a while and I didn't know what to do to get my tears stop. I felt that he was stroking my hair and his cold skin felt quite comfortable even though I didn't search something behind it yet. I was afraid of the answer already. My conclusion at the moment was that his skin was cold because it was December and he was wearing a black, short sleeved T-shirt and some pants.

When I finally stopped with crying, I looked up at him with a guilty look. He was just smiling at me and staring into my eyes. "I am sorry... I just ruined your shirt." I said to him.

He chuckled. "Don't worry about such a little thing. You may be sad and you may cry. I know the feeling of losing someone who is dear to you. My parents died a few years ago."

I just looked at his young face. I would guess that he was fourteen, maybe fifteen. "How old are you?" I asked him, ignoring the fact that it was rude to ask. I saw how he seemed to press his lips together. But it could also be imagination since my eyes should be very puffy from crying.

"I am sixteen." He said. Oh, I wouldn't have expected that. I looked over him again and decided that he could be sixteen since his shoulders were quite broad. It was possible that he was just a little bit shorter than boys from his age are supposed to be. Just like the fact that I'm shorter than girls from my age as well. "And how old are you?"

"I am sixteen." I said while I know that he had a harder life than me. Then her voice returned. It was bugging me, telling me that I should not believe him. She was saying that he was a liar and I was getting enough of it. I shove the voice back to the back of my mind, trying to ignore it as much as I could.

And then I realized something, the sky was actually still black. "Hey, Toshirou, what time is it?" I looked at him and then my eyes went wide when I only saw his white fluffy hair in front of my face. I felt his breath on my neck while my heart skipped a beat. Gods, what the fuck is he doing?

He snapped out of something that seemed like a trance. He immediately sat straight again, eyes wide as well. "I-I am s-sorry." He stuttered. I shook my head and gave him a little smile. "No problem." I said. "It was not like you were trying to bite or mark me or something like that."

This time he stiffened a little bit while his eyes were even wider. Then a small smile crept onto his face. "Well, what would you've done if I did mark you?" I felt my eyes widen. What the fucking hell? "What kind of question is that?"

He smirked. "Never mind it." He got out of the bed and I looked at him, wondering what it just was that made him do that. That made him say that. Even though his breath felt really nice against my neck...

"Oh, and I wondered something. Did I wake you up?" He asked me and I shook my head as reply. "No," I said quickly, knowing that I was lying to him. "I was already awake."

He was staring intently into my eyes. "Did you hear something?"

I shook my head, knowing that I was lying again. I already felt bad. "No, actually, I did hear you talk but not the words." He nodded and gave me a smile. "Well, I am going to get some sleep now. Sleep well." And he walked out of the room.

I shook my head. It was a strange moment. It really felt like he was going to bite me or something like that. It actually felt dangerous. I shook my head. Maybe he was right. Maybe I should get some more sleep...

AN: Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. Have a blessed time and I see you guys again when I update again.

Denidene