Tada!!! ^-^ I hope this is alright. It kinda goes on and on but I liked it. I'm not promising any more chapters, we'll just have to see how it goes. Well, here ya go!

By the way, this is dedicated to Blueangel367 because she's that pretty girl working at the shop. She's the main reason I finished this one

4) Doesn't forget your birthday, Valentine's Day (White day for all you technical people) anniversaries, etc.

13) Knows what you're allergic to

20) Doesn't give you roses and chocolates because he figured every other girl liked them, you should too

"Ichigo, you awake? School's starting soon." Rukia poked at the sleeping figure. He groaned and rolled over.

"Go away. I'm tired." She poked his shoulder again and he swatted at her hand.

"Ichigo, surely you didn't forget what today was? How are you supposed to give all the girls their gifts if you're not even there? Now come on!" Rukia gave his hand a hard yank but she fell backwards when Ichigo jumped up unexpectedly.

Had he really forgotten? There was no way he could have forgotten White Day, right? (1) But his calendar said otherwise and after all the trouble Rukia had gone to making his Valentine's Day present he felt pretty bad.

Realizing the raven-haired girl had already left, he quickly got dressed and looked around for any money he could have lying around. Stuffing a couple hundred yen in his pocket he trotted out the door.

He would go shopping during lunch, he decided. He would have plenty of time as long as he didn't get caught. Not that Ichigo ever did get caught. He had had plenty of practice.

At school cards, chocolates, and various other White Day gifts were everywhere. He saw a few girls looking around sadly at other girls who had received more presents than them. Ichigo took no notice to them. He was too busy preparing a knuckle sandwich for all the guys who had dared give Rukia a gift.

He walked to his desk casually and looked over Rukia's pile on her desk. Most of her cards didn't have a name. Apparently, the boys were smart enough to keep a good distance from Ichigo, except for Keigo, who had given her about half her pile with a large, decorative signature on each of his items. That didn't leave many un-named victims left. Rukia didn't get anymore gifts after Ichigo sat down.

"Ichigo, look! Aren't these pretty?" Rukia stuffed a bouquet of flowers in his face. He quickly pushed them away and spat out some petals.

"Those smell horrible! Who would give you those awful smelling flowers?" Ichigo looked for a name to add to his hunting list.

"I think they smell wonderful! And they're so pretty!" She held it up to her face and inhaled the scent. Ichigo cringed.

"Just keep them away from me," He grumped and slouched in his seat.

The teacher was finally able to get the class under control and Ichigo's eyes became glued to the clock. Rukia would occasionally get his attention to show him some other wonderful present she had received but for the most part he was set on getting out of there the second the bell rang.

After class Ichigo made it a point to walk Rukia to her usual lunch spot. He didn't want any other guys getting an idea. The girls gave him a hard time about how no girl got a present in return for the ones they had gotten him. He listened with a forced expression that could pass for slightly caring and then snuck away a quickly as possible once the girls got distracted comparing gifts and cards with each other.

A loud sneeze echoed through the courtyard but in his mad dash to get Rukia a present he didn't even notice as he left the school grounds.

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Ichigo walked slowly down the sidewalk looking in the windows of all the shops on that side of the street.

'A plushie? No, she already had a billion of those. What about chocolate? Yeah, like she really needs the sugar. This shouldn't be so hard…' He stopped and stared. The store was dripping with red and sparkles. After a second or two of mental cheering he opened the door and started looking for Rukia's present.

"You looking for anything in particular?" The girl behind the counter asked. Ichigo turned to face the girl. She had medium length brown hair and her honey eyes had a small twinkle in them. "You're not the first guy to come in here looking completely clueless." Her head tilted to the side as she smiled.

"Uhhh…. Yeah. My buddy forgot to get something for his girlfriend…I'm just here 'cause he can't get it right now. What kinda stuff would she like, do you think?" The pretty brunette raised her eyes brows and smiled knowingly, mocking his overused lie.

"Well, what kind of things is your friend's girlfriend into?" She asked going along with his story.

"She likes animals, and cute things, and bunnies, and candy, and shiny things, and…uhh…That's about it really," He mumbled

"I guess you can't go wrong with your generic flowers and chocolates," She said after a moment. Ichigo grimaced, thinking about all the stupid little bouquets and boxes of chocolate Rukia had on her desk earlier that morning.

"That's not good enough for her; she's more special than that." He said under his breath, not meaning for the girl standing in front of him to hear. A smile spread across her face. "Umm…she likes cuddly things, and…girly stuff… Oh! And drawing really ugly pictures!" He exclaimed, so proud of himself for his stroke of genius

"Oh? We do have some different kinds of paper and if you buy enough it comes with a super cute pink carrying case filled with these fancy coloured pencils and markers. Do you think your girlfriend would like that?" The cashier grinned like the Cheshire cat when he answered her sneaky question with a:

"That sounds perfect, she'd love it." He kept his calm face on but his eyes gave away his excitement over finding the perfect gift.

She led him down an aisle and showed him all the different types of paper. They had sparkly kinds and scented kinds. There were ones with borders around the edges and some with faded patterns in the center. He selected and couple and she handed him the pink container with the colouring utensils in it and they made their way back to the counter.

She wrapped up his present in pink tissues paper, put it in a bag, and tied on some ribbon. Then she studied him for a moment, noting how careful he was not to mess up the nice arrangement or crumple any of the paper.

"You really like this girl, don't you?" Her honey eyes looked up at him quizzically. She had startled him with the sudden question.

"Yeah…" And then he realized his error, "I mean, no, not really, she's just his friend, I mean, his girlfriend, my friend, my friend's girlfriend. Not mine." The girl laughed. Ichigo scowled at her and headed out the door to go back to school.

"I hope your girlfriend likes the gift!" She followed him and watched him walk down the street. She smiled to herself and chuckled. 'I guess he'll figure it out himself eventually' And then she busied herself with setting up some new romantic displays for other last-minute White Day shoppers.

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"Ichigo! Ichigo!" Ichigo looked around trying to see who had called him. He had just gotten back to school and was curious as to where Rukia could have gone to. She wasn't where she had been when he had left and the girls weren't there either. Orihime came from around the corner of a building, almost colliding with him.

"Ichigo! There you are! Rukia is sick!" She gasped. She had been running all over looking for him.

"What? What do you mea-What happened?" Naturally Ichigo assumed it was a hollow related issue.

"I don't know…She just started sneezing like crazy and her eyes are so red and watery. And she's having awful coughing fits too, I'm really worried." Ichigo's eye narrowed and he followed Orihime, jogging, to the nurse's office.

When he entered the room, there was Rukia, sitting on a bed, with red eyes and a runny nose. She sneezed again as he sat down beside her, sneakily placing her gift out of view.

"What's wrong, midget?" Rukia shrugged and sneezed as she watched Orihime walk out of the room and back to the last few minutes of lunch. The nurse got slightly claustrophobic if too many people were in her office at once.

"I don't know. We were just showing our presents to each other and my eyes got itchy and I started sneezing and I couldn't stop…" She looked up at him with big, red eyes.

"Here we go! Rukia, I think I've got it figured out." The nurse brought over some more tissues. "You're allergic to those flowers you've been getting!"

Rukia frowned. 'Allergic?' She rolled the word around in her head. 'Are the flowers evil? Are they trying to kill me?' Rukia's eyes widened. 'That makes sense!'

She jumped up to destroy the evil flowers but was surprised to see Ichigo calmly gathering them up and ripping the heads off of each. With a victorious smirk he dropped them into a trashcan. Feeling very good about himself for getting her a better gift than all the other guys and relieved of the slight hint of jealousy, he sat back down on the bed.

"They can't kill me now, right?" She asked the nurse and Ichigo. They looked at her curiously and then the nurse chuckled.

"No, no, I don't think they'll bother you now. Just to be safe though I'd like to give you some decongestant and if you'd like I could give you some eye drops as well." Rukia looked over to Ichigo who nodded.

"Ok!" She chirped. She had never had eye drops before. They sounded interesting.

"You better head on to class. I'll send her to class when she's feeling a little better." Ichigo let out a small sigh. He thought for a minute and decided he might as well give Rukia her present now. He handed her the crinkly bag and smiled to himself as her eyes lit up.

"Here's your White Day present, it's not trying to kill you so be careful with it, ok?" Rukia bobbed her head up and down hastily pulling everything out and laying it on her bed. The nurse cleared her throat and gave Ichigo a look. He got up and nodded.

"Be good, I'll see you later." Rukia's eyes followed him as he left the room but once he was gone her gaze returned to her colourful treasures.

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1 picture, 2 sets of much disliked eye drops, and a few classes later Ichigo and Rukia were walking home. Both were thinking about the same thing but trying to avoid talking about it. Admitting that one had done something nice for the other was against their code and it was usually agreed that they would pretend it simply hadn't happened.

Upon arriving home though, Rukia broke the code. After climbing through the window she left her picture on Ichigo's pillow and then scurried into her closet when she heard the door knob turn. Ichigo tossed his book bag on the floor beside his desk and flopped on his bed sending the picture into the air. He caught it as it was floating back down.

He looked it over and a small blush snuck onto his face. It was two bunnies, of course, and one with purple eyes was cowering behind the other while the bigger bunny with orange lines coming out of its head was battling with evil flower monsters. At least, that's what it appeared to be.

'It could've just been a bunch of scribbles.' He thought to himself. 'It could be anything really.' Ichigo lay back down and tried to think about other things but the drawing kept coming back.

Ichigo sat up and sighed. Across the room he caught a glance of two violet eyes before they realized they had been found out and the closet door swiftly slid shut. Ichigo's shoulders bounced with a silent laugh. His roommate could be quite cute sometimes…He shook his head. What was he thinking? There was a little groaning and mental self harm as he rose from his bed and walked to the closet.

'Am I doing the right thing?' Ichigo thought to himself. But he didn't get a chance to reconsider because just as swiftly as it had been shut the door flew open again and Ichigo soon found a small shinigami in his arms with her arms wrapped around his neck in a hug.

"What the hell, Rukia? You scared me!" Her giant eyes looked up at him from under thick black lashes. Her cheeks were cherry red. She looked down for a moment.

"Thank you for the pencils and paper, Ichigo. They're really nice. I like them a lot." Rukia's violet gaze returned back up to his, waiting for a scoff or a sissy joke made at her expense but instead his eyes were soft.

"You're welcome…. I thought you'd like it.…" Not really knowing what else to say he studied Rukia's face.

The blush was less intense now that the awkward exchange was over and her eyes weren't red or watery anymore. She felt so light in his arms, he held her a little tighter to his chest. A confused look crossed her face but then he felt her tense muscles relax again and she rested her head on his shoulder.

They stayed like that for a minute, five minutes, and then ten minutes before Rukia looked up again. Her eyes narrowed and a thoughtful look covered her face. Then, she popped up and planted a sweet, short kiss on Ichigo lips. Surprised, Ichigo let go of the small girl and backed up a couple steps.

"What'd you do that for!?" He shouted, blushing furiously, trying desperately to pretend that that hadn't been what he had been trying to do all along. Rukia frowned and placed her hands on her slender hips.

"That's what the girls said I'm supposed to do when a boy gives me a present!" She argued. Ichigo's mouth hung open.

"You kissed every single guy that gave you a present today? Are you crazy?" He stared at her. She looked at him crossly.

"No. Just for the presents I liked." She made an indignant noise. Ichigo's face turned purple. Was this girl trying to kill him?

"And how many was that? Like five hundred? Huh!" He glared at her, waiting for an answer. Rukia sighed. This wasn't going the way her friends had said it would. She took a moment to regain her composure and then stepped up to Ichigo and returned his gaze with the same intensity. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his again.

"No, you stupid fool. Just one. Yours was the only one I liked." Rukia didn't bother waiting to see if he would explode again. She returned to her closet, slamming the door, and began working on another picture.

"Oh… Well…That's ok then… I guess" Ichigo looked at the floor. He felt rather bad. He sat down on his bed and looked at the picture. Then Yuzu called him for dinner.

"You want anything, Rukia?" He asked as he was leaving the room. There was no reply. He sighed and went downstairs.

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After dinner and a movie that his family had insisted that they all watch together, Ichigo knocked on the closet door with a plate of snacks Rukia usually liked.

"Rukia, I have some food." Still no response. Ichigo banged his fist against the door.

"Fine! I'll just leave the damn plate here!" And he put it on the floor in front of the closet. He made as much noise as possible getting ready for bed and finally turning the lights off.

Hours later Ichigo heard the door quietly sliding open. He watched a dark figure slowly climb out to retrieve the plate. He sat up. The figure froze. He got up and walked over to the small girl. She stood up, gripping the plate tightly.

Then, Ichigo made a fist and lightly pushed up on her chin tilting her face towards him. He lightly kissed her forehead and he heard her small gasp.

"You're welcome, Rukia." And then Ichigo turned and went back to bed, leaving Rukia with a very warm face and very sweet dreams for the rest of the night.

(1) White Day is on March 14. The girls give boys they like small presents on Valentine's Day, usually chocolate, and then on White Day the boys return the favor by giving those girls presents as well. They're usually expected to give more expensive gifts like jewelry or candies.

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Luna