Chapter: Una NuevaTactica (A New Tactic)

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Ichigo walked along the jungle paths around the apartment building with a content smile on his face. He was trying to come up with ways to make her fall in love with her. He chuckled softly as several ideas came to him. It wouldn't be hard to make her fall in love with him… he kicked a rock across the path. First however he had to figure out where she was from, what her background was, what she liked… what she didn't like… he knew that much. So first thing was first… he had to loose another football game to her.

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"Dude! Ichigo!" He heard a voice from behind him and swung around. One of the young men who was playing with them the day before ran up to him. "Don't feel bad about loosing to her!"

"What? Why? I only got my ass kicked at the sport I'm a professional in by a girl…" Ichigo said sarcastically.

"She's a professional too!" The other young man insisted. "I knew that I'd seen her before… she plays for the US Women's team!"

"Bull…" Pulled out his phone as the other young man shrugged and walked off.

"Hey… What's up Henry?" Ichigo said into the phone with a smile. If anyone knew anything about a football playing girl it was Thierry Henry.

"'Ey ma'! What ca' I do for you?" The other footballer asked.

"I got a job for you… can you get me information on a girl name Rukia Kuchiki?"

"Oi! You mean the one got into a car crash a few years ago?" Ichigo blinked.

"What did you say?"

"You didn't hear? Yeah… they say that she went down hard… the best player they had, a real striker for the US Women's Team." Thierry spoke over the phone and Ichigo blinked harder, that would explain how she had stolen the ball from him… but why wasn't she playing in the States?

"Why isn't she playing up there then?" Ichigo walked towards his class.

"Because she can't… the injuries was so severe that they ended her career… I can't believe you haven't ever heard of her… she's the figurehead for Nike Women's Division enterprises and was endorsed by CKIN2U to be in commercials for them! It's a real thing…" Thierry sounded excited that Ichigo had met her…

"You wanna trade me? I have to live with her!"

"Yeah… I did hear that she has quite a temper… but she does like polite men… and butterflies as I remember…"

"Dare I ask how?"

"Because… I love footballer girls… they're usually pretty cute…" Thierry laughed and Ichigo slapped his forehead.

"But thanks for the information… I think I could use this to my advantage…" Ichigo grinned as he hung up the phone.

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Rukia sighed as she listened to her teacher speak, she was explaining present progressive which she had already studied. The bell rang, freeing them from sitting there any longer and Rukia walked towards the condos. However, what she saw was Ichigo… and unfortunately it made her angry, to see his ridiculous smirk this early in this day.

"Do you ever stop smiling like a possessed retard Kurosaki?" Rukia brushed past him and he frowned (while I laugh hysterically) and followed her.

"What is your problem with me number 13?" She stopped dead in her tracks. How would he know that? HOW? She was so good at hiding it…

"My problem? I'm not the one calling someone by a number!" She stormed up the stairs and he grinned, yep… she was Kuchiki Rukia… the number one player on the US women's team… he could tell.

Ichigo sauntered up the stairs after her with a smile on his face… she was one tough cookie. "So… how did you tear your ACL then?" Ichigo smiled again and she hissed something under her breath. "What was that?"

"I said… leave me the hell ALONE!" She thundered up the stairs and he threw his hands up in mock fear.

"Oh! I'm terrified of the angry midget…" But he felt silent as he saw her appear near the railing to the loft, he knew that she wasn't afraid to jump on him. "I'm going out to play football… you wanna come?" Ichigo pulled his shirt off as he talked.

"Maybe… I can still kick your ass Kurosaki…" She jumped off the railing and landed on his bed. He grinned again… there was a way to use this to his advantage.

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"I'm gonna kick your ass again Kurosaki!" She pointed at him from her position on the other side of the ball. The striker nodded sarcastically. She narrowed her eyes, he had something planned.

"Good luck…" His eyes flitted towards her chest, she wore a deep blue bikini today and he could see most of the creamy skin of her breasts as she leaned over. Her boy's swim trunks today were navy blue and white with a Hawaiian print. He noticed again that she had on her knee brace… that would be her weak point.

"Stop checking me out Kurosaki…" He heard her say and he flashed one of the many sexy grins in his arsenal. (OMG! What's with me and the bad puns today?) She frowned over at him and his eyes landed on something he hadn't noticed before, a belly button ring hung from the skin of her well toned stomach. It was about an inch long and there were three little chains of what looked like diamonds there. He grinned again, so she was a partier… good.

"It's mine!" Ichigo dove for the ball as Rukia did; she spun her heel quickly in the sand, turning her back to Ichigo as she got the ball first and easily maneuvered it to the other side of him and she spun to meet it. Ichigo was stunned by her ability, she bent so quickly and moved with such a speed that only his eyes could keep up with her, but it was time to employ his newest tactic, he quickly spun and made that he was falling down but his head met her shoulder and his lips met her neck in a quick but effective kiss. She froze. He took the ball. She stayed, rooted to the same spot she had been in.

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"Cheating! CHEATING Kurosaki?" She nearly shouted at him from across the table. "What the HELL is wrong with you?" He had kissed her several times during the game, landing one on her neck and two on her lips.

"I wanted a steak dinner…" He replied through his steak. She sawed at her meat with vigor and he snorted.

"What's with you? Get some PEPPER…" She took the pepper shaker and shook pepper in his face… "up your nose?" He spluttered and rubbed his eyes.

"AAH! You got that shit in my eyes!" He rubbed his face with his palms and she laughed… maybe this nigh wouldn't be so bad after all… "Just for that… you have to buy me dinner tomorrow night too!"

"I don't have enough money for that!" She protested.

"Yeah… right… that's a load of bullshit if I've ever heard it…" Ichigo retorted as he cut at his steak. "US women's MVP, figurehead for Nike Women's and IN2U? Cheaaah… you obviously don't have enough money…" She folded his arms.

"I don't play football anymore…" She hissed.

"Really? Cause that's what I thought we were playing out there on the beach…" Ichigo chewed on the steak and she frowned at him.

"Listen Kurosaki… my career ended when I tore my meniscus because I didn't take good care of myself…" She offered a hand out. "So I'm not number 13 anymore… I'm just Rukia Kuchiki… the girl who will be remembered forever as the woman who didn't take care of herself…"

"But from what I've seen of you… you take better care of yourself than I do…" He chuckled.

"No one would ever admit that it was foul play…" She stood up. "I'm going to go pay… I'll be back…" She walked towards the cashier and Ichigo watched her walk away. She was right… she took good care of herself… was there some kind of cover up?

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HI THERE EVERYBODY! HOW ARE YOU ALL DOING? ME? I'M DOING GREAT! THIS IS AN AMAZINGLY SHORT CHAPTER WOULDN'T YOU SAY?

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