I DON'T OWN BLEACH (THE DAY THAT HAPPENS IS WHEN PIGS WILL FLY)
A/N: More of a calmer chapter this one is. But I was pretty satisfied with it. This chapter is a pretty big build up for some major things to come.
Hope you guys like! I really did try (considering i have projects that are kicking my ass in school right now), even though I wanted to make it funny,
some serious stuff needs to happen but I think there is some good subtle
humor in this chapter.
Monday morning had strolled around too quickly for Rukia. She had the weekend to herself and no bothersome Ichigo to hound her about anything. Unfortunately, the weekend was over and it was the start of a new week.
"I really, really detest Mondays. They suck." Rukia shuffled to her bathroom to take a shower. The time was 6:00 a.m. and Rukia's sworn enemy was coming in thirty minutes to help her get ready and take her to wherever she was going.
I think I still should have shredded his chair and turned it into mulch.
Rukia had no liveliness in her at all.
No sleep will do that to you, numb skull.
Rukia was still having trouble with the fourth petal. She was loosing her edge it sensed like. She had never felt like she didn't know what to do with her art, and it was an unnerving feeling.
Rukia tried not to think about it so much and let the cold water beat her body all over. A hot shower would have just made her want to go back to bed after she got out and she needed to be awake.
Rukia felt like dead weight. It wasn't an enjoyable feeling at all.
After the Friday fiasco, Rukia just wanted to cause destruction to everything because of what Ichigo had done.
She lazily opened her shower door after shutting off the water and got out. Wrapping a towel around her she dried her hair and after, slipped on an old t-shirt and some baggy shorts until she had to change.
Rukia's nightmare became a reality when the knocking noise came upon the door.
It was already unlocked, she knew this because she had been too much of a sluggish bum to get up and lock it last night.
"Door's Unlocked!" she conjured up as much of her voice as she possibly could to get the words out.
Rukia saw Ichigo push the door open and tilted his head in to peer around.
"Are you coming or going?" aggravation in her voice showed.
"I am checking to see if the coast is clear of any ominous mood swings you might be swinging around. I don't want to anger the bear from it's hibernation you know."
"Why do you have to taunt me so?"
"From what happened last Friday, I am just trying to be vigilant."
Rukia's body felt like collapsing, in which case it did since she was on the bed and still zombied out.
"Oi, Shorty get up and get a move on. No time to be late." Ichigo maneuvered over to her side on the bed.
"Grrrrr…"
Ichigo sarcastically quivered, "Oooh how scary, here put this on."
Rukia pushed up on her forearms and leaned back to see what Ichigo was dangling in his hand.
Plotting the chair's destruction began to play out in her head.
"Your chair will be altogether destroyed tonight." she hissed at Ichigo.
"You stay far away from my chair woman."
A baby pink blazer and pencil skirt hung in her face with a thin white belt. It in all, was actually an incredibly beautiful suit, but because it was pink, Rukia made a "yuck" sound when laying her sight upon it.
Ichigo let out an exasperated breath when she made the noise.
"This is very proper and very lady like, not to mention its label is Chanel. Now get dressed." Ichigo laid the garments beside her.
The time hit 7:00 a.m. and Ichigo was still waiting for Rukia to get dressed.
I wonder if I need to hide out for a few days after the opening for the child daycare this morning. Making her wear a pink suit and dealing with kids might be over doing it for one day.
"Rukia N-"
Ichigo was cut off when he saw her walk out of the bathroom.
"Ahh, very nice, you look very appropriate." He was truly being honest.
"I hate you." Rukia, as uncomfortable as she was, held her head high.
"Good to know, now let's go."
As Ichigo drove he would sneak peeks over at Rukia who was in his passenger seat.
Ok this might have backfired a little on me, buying her that suit that is.
Rukia crossed her legs and kept a frustrated look on her face while looking straight ahead out the window with her arms crossed.
Ichigo noticed that her pencil skirt hiked up some. Her slim yet muscular legs were being shown to her mid thigh. Ichigo's mouth began to water somewhat.
Ichigo had to tear his gaze from her lower body and pay attention, and good that he did because his exit was coming up.
"Are you going to tell me where we are going? It would help to know." Rukia wondered if she really wanted to obtain that information.
"Don't worry about that, all you have to do is meet s few people, shake hands, and be there when they cut the ribbon for the opening."
"What grand opening is this, I haven't heard of any new art museums being built."
"Not everything you will be attending will held at museums."
Ichigo pulled up to the child care center which had a huge banner saying Grand Opening underneath the Kido Childcare for the Gifted sign.
"Ummm where are we going?"
"Here."
"Here where?"
"Here at the Kido Childcare for the Gifted." Ichigo pointed to the building.
Rukia's eyes became daggers in an instant when her head shot over to Ichigo.
"Let me guess, you found this out from Ukitake too, huh? I am never trusting anyone ever again with personal information."
"Let's go, you have to meet and greet."
They both got out of the car and walked to the doors where Unohana was standing with a bunch of children.
"Unohana-san, hello I am Ichigo Kurosaki and this is-"
"Rukia Kuchiki," Unohana held out her hand to Rukia's enthusiastically.
"It is an honor and beyond. I admire your work so, it truly is a marvel."
Rukia's mouth curved in a smile and shook the woman's hand back.
"My name is Unohana, I am the director of Kido Childcare, thank you so much for coming."
"Sure." Rukia couldn't really say she was thrilled because she wasn't.
"Are you ready? Rukia before I make the speech for the opening, lets get some of the kids to stand by you and lets get you a pair of scissors to cut the ribbon along with us." Unohana pulled out a pair of scissors from her pocket like she was Houdini.
"Oh no I couldn't." Rukia waving her hands in front of her frantically.
"I insist Rukia-chan." Unohana, when even saying it politely, almost scared Rukia. There was an underlying authority to it.
"S-Sure." Rukia accepted the scissors without hesitation.
Ichigo had to bow his head down so Rukia wouldn't see him smile when he saw her reaction to Unohana.
Maybe I should ask her to help me with Rukia, she can get her to do stuff without Rukia complaining. The thought had crossed his mind more than a few times that morning.
Rukia had by now had one of the most terrible days, and it was only 9:30 in the morning. When they had gotten to the childcare center, nothing had gone smoothly.
When everyone cut the ribbon, one of the kids had cut Rukia's suit on purpose all the way up to her thigh and she had to get safety pens and pin her suit back together (but she was glad that the suit was ruined, she wouldn't have to wear it again).
Then when they had gone inside, she had to be active with the kids, who pulled her hair, jumped all over her, yelled in her ear and tripped her on purpose.
Rukia had almost beaten one of the brats with paint jug until Ichigo had stepped in and yanked it out of her hands, when doing so the top of the paint jug had twisted off and poured all over Rukia's hair.
Yup, today Satan himself had devoted all of his attention to Rukia Kuchiki, she was sure of it.
And to top it off, Rukia couldn't muster up the energy to argue with Ichigo about it. She was just too tired and all she wanted to do was go back to sleep.
"Well I think for your first time being around a horde of children, you did ok. You didn't curse and you didn't hit one of them. But that may be thanks to me considering I jerked the paint jug away from you in time to save that poor kid's life."
"He shouldn't have been trying to look up my skirt." Rukia threw back at Ichigo in a harsh tone.
"He' a kid, he didn't know any better."
"He was eight years old, yes he did."
"He's a boy; there is your answer for that."
Rukia slouched in her passenger chair and closed her lids until Ichigo cleared his throat.
"So, I get to watch you work today right? It's been a week."
"No you don't."
Ichigo slammed on the breaks in front of Rukia's apartment, throwing Rukia's body forward and slamming it back in the car seat.
"Why the fuck not woman?"
Rukia was not about to have any of this.
"Because you pathetic excuse for a human being, you have intentionally put me through hell for your own Goddamn entertainment and I am sick of it. You haven't even asked me politely to watch me work, you have only demanded."
Ichigo became conscious of the fact that she was right. He couldn't care less about the "her-as-entertainment" part because he loved that too much, but he really had only demanded. He bribed her but hadn't bought her the tools yet.
So he decided to ask in a very seductive way. It always worked with other women. Ichigo leaned in extremely close to Rukia and put his hand on hers, which was on her lap, and fixated on Rukia's eyes with intent.
"Rukia, you are right. I have only demanded. I have not thought about you, only me and my selfishness. So I am asking from the bottom of my heart, would you please let me observe you while you work?"
Rukia swallowed hard. She began to think about him in the shower that day she saw him because of the way he was looking at her. She was remembering his muscular and toned back that was wet. Him in the shower with steam all around his-
"NO!" She screamed it right out.
Damn! I thought for sure, me asking her like that would have gotten her to say yes.
"NO!, a-hem, I mean no. How about I let you do that on Friday."
"That's four days from now. I don't know if I can wait that long." His hand still on hers trying to persuade her.
"I just, I-I need sleep and I'm still not done with the assembling of the major pieces."
Ichigo could tell he wasn't going to get anywhere. He lifted his hand from Rukia's.
"Fine. I'll stay in my little work area, but Friday it is. You promise."
"Yes, I promise."
"Good."
Friday had rolled around and Rukia, thanking the heavens, finally got all five of her copper petals up. She was pleasantly relieved when the form of the sculpture had been more to her liking than she had originally thought.
Alright, all I have to do is cover this up and then I can let Kurosaki in and start working on the blown glass section.
Rukia dragged the tarp and her ladder out of storage. Rukia was not a fan of heights but quickly learned in college that if working on an oversize piece of art, a ladder was going to be essential.
Rukia got to the very top of the ladder and slung the tarp over the copper sculpture. A knocking was heard on her double doors.
"Can I please come in; you're not going to bail on our agreement right?"
Rukia cocked her head to the side. "Yeah, you can come in now, the project is covered up."
Ichigo entered the studio towing his chair behind him. Rukia caught a glimpse of what he was doing and twisted her body to Ichigo to say something, but in the act of twisting her body she lost her balance and fell off the ladder.
"RUKIA!" Ichigo saw what was happening and ran forward to catch her before she hit the ground.
"Ommph!" Ichigo had caught Rukia in a cradle position just in time landing with one of his knees on the ground.
"Rukia!, Rukia are you hurt?" Ichigo shook her violently.
Rukia had her both of her eyes squeezed tight. When she didn't feel her back hit the concrete floor or her head bust she leisurely opened one of her eyes and peeked at Ichigo who was holding her like a small child in his arms.
"You… caught me?" Rukia sounded confused.
"Hey Shorty, are you ok? Do you feel injured at all?" Ichigo truthfully sounded worried.
"Umm, I'm fine." Rukia shifted her head to the side so Ichigo wouldn't see her blush. Ichigo's face was dangerously close to her own.
"Good to know, be more careful next time." Ichigo stood up and sat her down on her own two feet.
Rukia looked at the chair and back to Ichigo.
"Why are you bringing that in here, it's going to get dirty I hope you know."
"Eh, I'll manage somehow. Since I am going to be in here for the remainder of the time being with you I-"
"WHOA! Hold it, I thought this was just going to be for a dew days. You know like three days here and then you go back outside for a while and then maybe come back in here for a couple more, but that's it."
"Shorty do you see what I am working with? I am outside sitting down doing nothing. I have no communication with you while you are working and the only times I get to see you are when you come in the kitchen to get something to eat or drink or when you leave to go in the bathroom to take a shower."
Rukia thought about it and decided that since he did just basically save her life from falling off the ladder that it would be acceptable for him to stay in the studio for most of the time being. Then Rukia thought about what he had just said. Rukia turned red.
"You've watched me take a shower?!?" however she didn't know how mad she could get considering she watched him once, though she would never tell him that.
Ichigo sighed. "No woman, I didn't watch you take a shower. I am saying I just watch you walk in the bathroom. I leave to go sit at the nook area so I'm not near that area of the apartment. I respect your privacy in those areas of daily life."
"Oh, ok. Well if you have to be in here for the remainder of the time then we need to get you a jumpsuit, starting today. But this works out because I have to buy chemicals today anyways and while we're out we can get you a jumpsuit."
"Can't I just wear some of my work out clothes in here?"
Rukia thought about slapping him.
"You idiot, look around you. I basically have a fire pit over there that reaches thousands of degrees and sharp tools all over the place. If any skin is showing, you will get hurt. You have to understand that."
"What about falling off a ladder? A jumpsuit wouldn't have saved you from that."
Rukia's admiration from him saving her was disappearing.
"I thank you again for that, but Kurosaki, I am serious, you have to be careful in here. It's not a playground."
"Sure, sure. Fine, I got it. Then can we go and get this safety suit or whatever you want to call it?"
"Yes. Just let me go get my wallet."
Ichigo in all didn't feel like driving so he asked Rukia.
"Hey Shorty, can we take your car?"
"Yeeeeah, we're not driving. It's only a five minute walk."
"Oh, well that's cool."
"Plus I don't have a car."
Ichigo turned suddenly to face Rukia. "What? You have millions of dollars and you don't have a car?"
"I just call a taxi or walk, it's no biggie."
"That doesn't explain why you don't have a car."
"Do you really want to know why I don't have one?"
"Yeah I kinda do, in fact. Like I said you have millions right? So why not?"
"I don't have full control over all of my finances." Rukia began to walk out the double doors to the kitchen island to get her wallet.
Ichigo followed after her with a dumbfounded look on his face.
"Why not? You seem responsible enough. Was this your brother's idea?"
"As a matter of fact it was." Rukia opened the front door and waited for Ichigo.
They started walking down the sidewalk.
"Byakuya was surprised how much I made off my art work but it occurred to him for some reason that I might blow it all. So when he found out that Ukitake was taking an interest in my art, he did some research about the man. Turns out Ukitake is great at financing and accounting. So when he became my adviser, he pretty much was told to take over that department by my brother. I have a certain account that I can use, for things like tools, clothes, food, music, and paying my electricity bill and the occasional outing for a vacation if I want one. But besides that I don't really get to see much of my money. I'm on some sort of monthly allowance thing."
Ichigo was in all honesty surprised that Byakuya still had some control over Rukia's life. At least her finances anyways.
"Did he really think you would blow it or was there something else to add to that decision of his?"
Ichigo was prying because something seemed off. Rukia might have been a free spirit but she was dedicated to her work and so far Ichigo hadn't seen any frivolous activity that would cause harm to her bank account or anyone, just his chair that was threatened last Friday.
Rukia shifted away from Ichigo as they were walking and she had the appearance of a guilty look to her all of a sudden.
"Hey did I ask something I shouldn't have?"
"I just don't know if I should talk to you about that right now. It might not be necessary at all to notify you about that information. But if it comes up and I have no other choice I will, ok?" Rukia fidgeted with her hands.
"S-Sure. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"It's fine, you didn't know. I know you have to know certain things about your client's lives, so I will tell you when I need to."
Ichigo was scratching his brain for what would make Byakuya put her under financial supervising.
Rukia's attitude changed when hey arrived at their destination. "Here we are. Kaurakra's Tool Shed."
The owner waved at Rukia when she walked in and greeted her with a hug.
"Rukia kido, how are ya? I haven't seen you here in about two months. I thought maybe someone else had stolen you away."
"Come on Kenpachi, you know that would never happen. You have the best prices in Kaurakra. But I'm not here just for me, This here is Ichigo, he needs a jumpsuit. He's gonna be in my work studio for a while."
"Hmm, this guy looks too… fancy. Has your taste in men changed babe?"
Ichigo took a step towards Kenpachi to inquire what he was meaning by that.
"No Kenpachi, he is my PR. He is just doing his job. His is very different than yours or mine so he has to dress up more."
"Looks like a pansy to me." Kenpachi looked Ichigo up and down.
"What the hell, Rukia! You actual affiliate with this man?" Ichigo was becoming pissed of by being called a pansy. He had a graphic T and nice cargo pants on. He wasn't dressed to impress, but he surely wasn't fancy. He was just comfortable, to his standards nevertheless.
"Calm down Kurosaki, he likes to bug anyone who walks in here with me."
Ichigo was clenching and unclenching his fists for a stress reliever.
"HAHA this guy is easy to get riled up. Good for fighting."
"Don't start that, I don't have the time and I need to rummage through the chemicals so I can create a patina."
"God, you are such a buzz kill when it comes to your work."
Kenpachi, amused as he was, took Rukia's words seriously and stepped aside for her to enter in the other side of the shop.
Ichigo recognized that look on Kenpachi's face.
"She threaten you with a chainsaw too?"
"Nope, blow torch."
Both men nodded to one anther and then followed Rukia.
"So, Ichigo was it? How long have you been Rukia's PR?"
"Just a couple of weeks, not for very long. I have to say, she is something else."
"HA, I know right. First time she walked in here I thought she was maybe thirteen years old by her height. Then I got a look at that pretty face and also figured out that she knew every tool on this green earth. She puts me to shame. Who knew someone like her can create the things she does."
"Personally I think she has a tiny bit of a crazy streak in her." Ichigo thought out loud on accident.
"We all do but, considering what she went through in college, I'm surprised she's not more fucked up."
"What do you mean?" Ichigo's ears perked up.
Kenpachi looked around to see if Rukia was around to be listening and lowered his voice.
"When she first started college, she hit a wild streak, who could blame her with that brother that she has. She started to date a teacher of hers from high school, some art teacher. He went down to that Savannah College of Art and Design school to be near her."
Ichigo froze automatically, he was sure he knew who Kenpachi was talking about.
"They lasted for a good couple of years now that I remember."
"So what happened? Did she ever tell you?"
Kenpachi rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.
"Ehhh, all I know is that when they were together, she seemed fine and then not so fine. They came here to visit a couple of times during the summers when they were together. There were days when she looked, I don't know… not healthy, I guess it's what you could say. Sometimes she looked almost not alive."
"Do you mean he beat her?"
"I never saw any bruising or markings on her body."
"She never told you what went on after they broke up?"
"Naw-uh." Kenpachi shook his head.
"But I do know when they broke up, she was devastated. Her brother, Byakuya, threatened to bring her home her junior year of college. So she straightened out. Whatever trouble she was in ended after her years with that teacher of hers from high school."
"What are you two doing over there? Kenpachi you should be helping me find a suit for this guy and then getting me some sort of ladder to get up to the top to get my chemicals." Rukia shouted over her shoulder.
Both Ichigo and Kenpachi snapped to and left the conversation where it had ended. Kenpachi fetched the ladder and brought it to Rukia.
"Maybe you should leave the climbing-the-ladder to me after the incident that happened in your studio Shorty."
Rukia was pleasantly surprised and stunned when she heard what Ichigo had offered.
"I think I will take you up on that Kurosaki. I'd rather not break any limbs today."
Salammoniac, lime-Sulfur Fungicide, ammonium chloride, and liquid ammonia cleaner, that is was I need. They're all on the top shelf to your right."
Ichigo looked at Rukia with apologetic eyes for a split second. He didn't know everything that had happened. But he had heard a lot from Kenpachi.
"What's with that look Kurosaki?"
"N-Nothing, sorry I just spaced out."
"We don't have time for that. You and I both have to work so how about you get up there and get me my supplies and then we'll get you suit and be on our way."
"Sounds good."
Ichigo climbed the ladder with ease and found what Rukia needed. He grabbed a bottle of each one and tossed it down to Kenpachi.
"That is NOT how you are suppose to handle those chemicals you dunce." Rukia couldn't believe how Ichigo carelessly threw them down below.
"See any explosions around? I don't, so we're fine."
"I'm going in the other room to fine you a jumpsuit, where it's safe!"
"You do that!" he yelled down to her.
After Kenpachi collected all of the chemicals, he went behind the register and waited for the other two in his shop.
Ichigo witnessed Rukia looking through the suits. He had to laugh considering they were taller than her and she had to use a step stool to look at the sizes in the neck of the clothing.
"HA! Found one, what do you think?"
Rukia held a suit in her hands that was a washout gray and Velcroed in the back.
"Works for me." Ichigo folded his arms in front of his chest and smirked.
"What? What's so funny?" Rukia was beyond confused why he was laughing.
"The suit, it's taller than you even when you're on the step stool."
"Would you like for me to go get the chainsaw again? I can use it on more than furniture."
"No more jokes! I promise, I surrender, no more."
"Good."
"For today." He mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!"
"Are you two done flirting over there or do I need to be present in this little quarrel of yours? There better not be any PDA going on in my shop!"
"For the love of Christ Kenpachi, nothing is going on. We're coming so just hold your horses."
Ichigo kept looking over at Rukia on their way back to her apartment. He wanted to ask her but remembered that she wasn't ready to discuss that part of her life just yet.
I could mention that if someone were to find out about her past that it could be trouble if they wanted to leak out information. That stuff happened all the time. And if I know about it I can come up with something for an excuse for what happened all those years ago.
Ichigo had the urge to say something but he knew that biting his tongue would be best right now.
Her face, when I asked about it earlier on, was full of shame and discomfort. What would have happened to her that would cause her to cringe at her past?
Ichigo was lost in contemplation until Rukia caught his attention.
"Oi, Kurosaki, you know you still owe me my day to buy my new tools."
"I promise, I never go back on my word."
"So when will that day be?"
"I get paid sometime next week. When the money goes in the bank I'll let you know and then we'll go buy your new tools."
"Woohoo!" Rukia jumped and twirled around at the thought of new shiny tools.
"There is also one more thing. You know those "practice runs" that Ukitake wants you to attend?" Ichigo did air quotes with his fingers.
"Yeah..." she stopped in mid twirl.
"They are coming up in about two weeks. We have to buy you some clothes to attend to those events."
"Please, no pink this time Kurosaki."
"Considering what happened to the Chanel pink suit at the Kido Childcare Opening that I got for you with my own money, I don't think that'll be happening. In addition, Ukitake called me up and said he was buying you those clothes. He's gonna bring me his credit card the morning of."
"Is he coming along?"
"I don't think so. He said he had some business to take care of."
"Are you coming along?" Rukia asked as if she might actually want him there.
"Yes, I don't trust you alone with the credit card considering what I found in your closet."
"What were you doing in my closet?"
"How else do you think I found out your size for that pink suit?"
"YOU!… you know what? I don't even care anymore. I know that I have no choice in the matter so I might as well shut up."
"Wow, why are you being so accommodating all of a sudden?"
"You are going to buy me tools and on two other conditions that I will be accommodating for you if you follow them."
"What would that be?"
Ichigo and Rukia stopped right outside the door of her apartment. "First of all I might need your help with my project. I'll teach you what you need to know, so don't worry about that."
"What sort of help?"
"The blown glass idea I have is extremely complicated and it takes two people to do it. I have only seen it done twice by my professors at college, but I think I can tackle it."
"Mmm, ok I can deal with that condition. What's the other one."
Rukia paused when thinking about her other condition for Ichigo. It had been a while since she drew anyone and he had a body that would be perfect to draw. She just hoped that she could keep her ass glued to her seat when sketching him out. She was sure that his snide comments that he made frequently could help her with that.
"I would like for you to pose for me."
"Ummm, sure." Ichigo made a pose just like he was a manikin from a department store.
Rukia lost it and couldn't contain her laughter when Ichigo posed.
"HA, A-hem, ha, n-no. I don't mean now and in that stance."
"I don't get it."
"I haven't sketched anyone in a long time and sketching people helps get my wheels turning in my head with an abundant amount of ideas. The human body is fascinating."
"So what? I'll sit somewhere and you draw me, no big deal."
"Umm, well, close." Rukia shifted her feet and gathered the courage.
"You won't have any clothes on."
"You mean in my underwear."
"No. Naked."
Ichigo's jaw dropped. He wasn't really sure he could do that.
"I promise I will be very professional and I'll only ask that it be for three days, two hours each day."
"All in a row?"
"No," dear God she didn't think she could handle a naked Ichigo three days in a row, she new she would faint probably. But he had a faultless body that the gods would be jealous of. It was a once in a life time opportunity to draw someone who looked like Ichigo. Not even the models in her figurine classes had the muscles that he had.
"The days won't be back to back just… random I guess is what you could say."
What do I do? She'll be cooperative and work with me with no problems if I do this. Hell the getting to work with her is a bonus, getting up close and personal when she is working on her sculpture. But this might be too personal…
Rukia wasn't sure if she was getting to him. She didn't know if her bargaining skills were working or not.
"I'll even stop threatening your chair with my tools!"
That caught his attention.
Why does that damn chair make or break the deals with me? Oh yeah! Because I was a dimwit and paid $10,000 for a God forsake chair so I could be comfortable for the next two months.
"You promise that you won't go near it anymore?"
"I promise." She held up her pinkie to cross wrap around his as if it were an insurance policy for Ichigo.
Rukia gazed into Ichigo's eyes with huge round violet ovals that he swore he could plunge right into. It was more so the appearance of her eyes that won the deal with Ichigo rather than the ending threats to his chair.
Ichigo concentrated on her eyes ever so carefully that he noticed something.
Guess you didn't have contacts after all Shorty. Your eyes are naturally that stunning. Ichigo couldn't help but getting lost in her sight before letting go of her pinkie and going in the apartment with her.
A/N: yeah I know kind of a corny ending but I was in a mushy mood when writing the end to this chapter. Was it ok?????
I'm thinking on speeding up the pace a little because ppl want more intimate interactions between ichiruki (and I agree, its just that in the story they have only been "together" for two weeks so far. I will work on that I promise.)
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