Okay...so the last chapter was really short. I know, but this chapter, I'm going to try to make it longer, and hopefully put in some good old IchiRuki romance!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach

Ichigo sighed. He'd been searching the soul society for three hours, at least! And still no sign of Renji, and most certainly not Urahara, or Yorouichi.He stood up, and scratching the back of his head, headed back to the Kuchiki mansion.

Rukia lay on her bed. She was so bored. Nothing to do, and she didn't even know where Ichigo had gone. She wished that the deputy soul reaper were there, just so he could hold her, comfort her, maybe even do more than that...

Rukia mentally kicked herself for stooping to Kon's level. She was not a perv. Most definitely. But she had to admit those few perverted thoughts that came to her mind every few hours, were quite inviting.

A knock on the door snapped Rukia out of her stupor. "Come in" she replied sitting up. the door opened quietly, seeing as how it was close to 9:00 at night. Rukia gave a sigh of relief as Ichigo stepped into the room shutting the door behind him.

He smiled at her, "Hey" He whispered as he sat down next to her. Rukia smiled back, and grasped his hand in hers.

"Where were you?" She asked laying her head on his shoulder."I was really worried" Ichigo chuckled, Rukia could get so worked up over the simplest things.

"I was looking for your 'childhood friend' Renji,"He replied wrapping his arms around Rukia's waist and pulling into his lap. "Unfortunately though, I didn't find him"

Rukia looked into his eyes, "Well, at least your okay" she mumbled, quietly to herself. Ichigo looked at her curiously, "What was that?" He asked her. "Nothing" was her response.

Ichigo smirked, and leaned down to kiss her, only instead of making contact with her lips he made contact with her hand. Rukia had put both her hands between them and she pushed him away. She sighed at him and got off of his lap, and stood up.

"What's wrong??" Ichigo asked extremely surprised and confused at the same time.

"Nothings wrong, Ichigo! It's just..." Rukia sighed, it was hard to explain," This is just so unlike you! Normally, you'd call me and idiot or insult me in some other way, instead of kissing me. And now your starting to give me a head ache because your attitude keeps changing and I'm having a really hard time keeping.."

While she was ranting on and on, Ichigo had taken the time to stand up ,cross the room, and before she could finish speaking, or annoy him any further ,he pulled her into a kiss.

When he pulled back Rukia looked confused, and alittle pleased at the same time. Ichigo smiled, "You talk to much" He chuckled, opening the door to leave.

"Wait!! You can't just kiss me , and then leave!! That's just infuriating!" Rukia screamed at him. Ichigo just turned around to run his hand across her cheek, and kissed her forehead.

"Your cute when your angry!" He sighed and left closing to door behind him. Leaving a confused girl standing in her room.

"Wha! What happened in here!!" Toshiro gasped. The floor was littered with hundreds, if not thousands, of sake bottles. Not to mention a passed out Matsumoto, who was currently hugging a potted plant.

'Where the hell did she get that plant! And why in my office!'Toshiro whined in his head. He was close to tears. he'd never let anyone see him cry, but right now he was annoyed, frustrated, and flat out exhausted. Both from dealing with his lieutenant and from training until his bankai broke down, and disappeared.

He'd have to wait until it was restored before he could fight again. He gave another sigh, and began to wade through the sake bottles to his desk, where he sat down. Toshiro pulled out his map (The one he made all of the battle plans on) and frowned.

"There's no way we'll win this. It's just about impossible. Aizens' equipped with a huge army, of arrancars. Kurosaki's strong, but...I don't even believe that he'll be able to fight #6."

He sighed sadly, and looked over at Matsumoto. "I'll have to make sure to have her clean up in the morning." He said as he stood up and walked across the room to where his bedroom was.

He tripped over a massive pile of paperwork, conveintly hidden behind the sofa, and fell flat on his face. He glared over at the drunken woman, sound asleep on the floor.

"RANGIKU!!"

Okay, now I'm sorry it's short, but I'm losing inspiration, and hope with this story.

I seem to be running out of ideas quicker than I normally do, and besides Im starting to think that nobody likes it.

So please review. NO reviews, no more chapters. Sorry if I'm upsetting you, but I want some reviews!!

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