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Byakuya Kuchiki was not happy with the circumstance he was in. With his slit eyes closed, in an irritated manor, he was concluding to either kill a certain man now, or blame himself for growing his sister incorrectly. With a growl, he swiftly stood up. Rukia was red from embarrassment, and was gazing as far away from her brother as possible. The orange haired male beside her seemed to be cursing under his breath.

The want to slap the unknown man was quickly building up in his body. But ignoring it, he elegantly turned his back on the pair. Both people confused at his sudden action. The small baker grabbed her siblings hand, but he shook it off. Heading toward the door. Before closing it, he let his look travel over the woman.

"Disgrace."

And he was gone.

Rukia's fingers began to tremble, but Ichigo's palm slipped into her own.

"Rukia, I'm sorry."

"It's not...not your f..fault."

A tear treading down her cheek, the Kurosaki brought her into a hug. Reassuring her she was everything, but a disgrace.


The clock in her bedroom beamed 6:15 a.m. Meaning it was time to get up and go to work. Pulling herself up from the comfiness of her bed, she was startled at the sleeping figure in her armchair.

"Ichigo?"

He let out a twitch, as her poke to his forehead failed to wake him up.

"Ichigo?"

Again, he spun his face to the side in sleepy annoyance.

"ICHIGO!"

Finally, eyes shot open in a groaning manner, but softened as he saw familiar features. His arms gripped around her wrist, pulling her ontop of him. Murmuring something into her ear, and making her turn a light pink in return. As she startled his hips, she noticed he was starring below the waistline. She allowed her gaze to fallow and noticed the only under cloth she had on was underwear. Shrieking, slightly, she pranced out of the room and into the sugary-green bathroom.

Leaning against the wall, flustered she wondered what it would be like to lose her pureness. But shook it off, she was already an imbecile in her brothers mind, she did not want to make it far more worst. She turned on some hot water, watching it fill into the tub, her reflection a haze in blue. She reached in, making the mirror image ripple.

Her brother was probably going to tell the rest of the Kuchiki family of what she had done, but truly she didn't know the wrongness in her action. She was just on a harmless date.

Wait. No. Not a date. A friendly meeting. Screw that. It was a date.

"Hey are you taking a shower without me?"

The voice boomed from behind the door. She chuckled and splashed some water as sound effects.

"Oh Ichigo, it's sooo warm and my body is relaxed. It's wet though and I don't know if I can dry myself off."

She tried not to giggle. But was caught as the room was shaken as the door was busted open. Ichigo, with a nosebleed coming down his lower lip, came in a fluffy white towel in his hand.

"I'm here to help!"

She laughed, pushing him out and trying to push her problems too.


Sitting at the counter she wrapped a small Uiro* for an awaiting customer. She watched the people bustling through the café. Her dreams were finally coming true, but her brother had to come a ruin it. With a sigh she closed her eyelids, envisioning herself as a helpless 13 year old school girl.

"This is unacceptable!"

"Bu..but nii-san..."

"Enough! Rukia to your room. You out of my home."

His finger pointed at a figure. It was blurry, but looked like a little boy. He reached out for the girls hand, which had been pulled away by Byakuya, it was once more slapped away.

"I love you Rukia..."

"I love you too ICHIGO!"

Her eyes shot open. Ichigo? It couldn't be. No way. Ichigo, she had meet him only a couple weeks ago in her shop for the first time. She had probably got something mixed up in her mind. But then a thought occurred to her, her older sibling had always nagged her about being married. He wanted a rich, business man and Ichigo was just that.

Wouldn't her brother at least question him?

Or did Ichigo strike him familiar?

"Stop Rukia. Your going ahead of yourself. That boy, that was 9 years he never same back. So no, it's not Kurosaki."

"What's not me?"

She leaned back in her chair, almost tipping over.

"Ichigo?"

He shook his head, kissing the female's cheek, and tasting a little bit of frosting. He grinned, at the annoyed look from the baker. Before she could comeback at him, the phone rang, saved by the bell idiot.

"Hello, welcome to Sugarplum Smiles!"

"Rukia."

It was cold, even through the phone.

"Nii- sama."

"Come to the main Kuchiki house tomorrow."

"Wh..."

But the line went dead. And left her hanging. What did her brother need? She gazed back at her friend, who was helping himself to fresh*Anpans. Gulping, she walked back. Trying hard to hide her concern.

To be Continued in Chapter 7❤

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*Anpan:~ is a Japanese sweet bun filled with red bean paste

*Uiro ~is a traditional Japanese steamed cake made of rice flour and sugar.