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Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. I do not own Jin. I do not own Shunsen Yuki. And I do not own Good Ending. I do however, own cookies :D

ONE MORE THING… this chapter will contain some mildly visual content at one point. No smut or lemon… just visual content. Don't say I didn't warn you.


Ichigo sighed, tapped his pencil on the desk, and stared out the window. The window was just like a refrigerator. No matter how much he stared, nothing ever changed, aside from the stray pigeon or crow that flew by every now and then.

"Kuchiki, would you please translate this?"

Ichigo jumped, and dropped his pencil on the ground when he heard Rukia's name called. He quickly tried to disguise his reaction by pretending to shift in his seat. Beside him, Toshiro raised an eyebrow, telling Ichigo that his little moment of shock hadn't been missed. Ichigo sighed, and propped his face on his hand, as he went over what had happened two days ago.

Rukia… now that I think about it, she seemed so sad when she was talking about how people look when they're confessing… the look on her face... it seemed painful, or regretful…?

Rukia finished reading the passage and sat down, barely responding when the teacher complimented her on her English. Her face was a perfect image of a calm, peaceful mask. Ichigo frowned, and twirled his pencil around in his fingers.

I wonder… if something happened to her in her past. Ichigo watched Rukia walk out of the classroom and talk to a girl about the same height as her, with shoulder length black hair.

"Oi…. Ichigo? Ichigooooo~"

"Kurosaki, you still in there? Kurosaki? Ugh... not again..."

"Ichigo, time to wake up… you're kinda freaking me out now…"

"… KUROSAKI!"

"Oh… hey Toshiro, Hisagi. What's up?" Ichigo looked up, and sweatdropped. Toshiro stood in front of him, with a chair held up in the air, ready to slam it onto Ichigo's head. Hisagi stood behind him, barely managing to restrain the irritated, short, white haired prodigy.

"Damn… I could've finally fulfilled my life's dream…" Toshiro muttered, as he set the chair down. Hisagi sweatdropped, and Ichigo backed away from Toshiro, who quickly cleared his throat and pretended nothing had happened. "Um… Anyways…What's wrong with you today, Kurosaki?" he wondered. "You're all spaced out… more than usual, that is."

"Sorry…" Ichigo grunted, eyeing the chair, and Toshiro, warily. "I just have a lot to think about as of late, is all…"

"Well, don't think too hard. Your tiny excuse of a brain can't handle too much thinking after all!" Hisagi exclaimed brightly as he patted Ichigo's head. Ichigo didn't make any movements that showed he would brush him off, as he nodded, and sighed.

"Yeah… you're right about my brain," Ichigo mused.

"…"

"…"

"WHOA, HE ACTUALLY AGREED WITH ME!" Hisagi screamed, and almost fell off his chair. Toshiro quickly inspected Ichigo for any signs of a recent blow to the head. "HE… HE… HE… ACTUALLY..." Hisagi trailed off, unable to form coherent sentences anymore.

"Nah, I'm just too tired to argue…" Ichigo sighed. "Hey Toshiro, you know a lot about most of the girls in this school, right?" Toshiro paused in his medical cross-examination of Ichigo, and stared at him curiously.

"Yes… but why would you want to know…?" he asked suspiciously, straightening up from his crouch. Ichigo looked away and cleared his throat.

"Do you… know anything about Kuchiki? You know... Kuchiki Rukia?" he asked hesitantly. For a moment, Toshiro and Hisagi stood there, taken by surprise. Then, a vein popped up on Toshiro's forehead, and he leapt forward and wrapped his hands around Ichigo's neck.

"You already have Inoue-sempai, why do you want Kuchiki all of a sudden? One pretty girl's not enough for you anymore?" Toshiro asked evilly. Hisagi sweatdropped as two devil horns popped out of his spiky white hair, along with an ominous black aura.

"No… just… curious… can't… breathe… light… fading… I can see… Elvis Presley…" Ichigo choked, as he began to foam at the mouth. Toshiro rolled his eyes and released him, turning around to drop into the nearest seat. Ichigo collapsed forwards onto his desk, sobbing, clutching his throat the way a manly strawberry should.

"Well, I actually don't know much about her at all," he shrugged, "all I know is that she went to a middle school that was quite far from here, and that she lives with some relatives. A lot of guys confessed to her, but she rejected every single one of them. Apparently, she also seemed to keep to herself a lot in first year, so he classmates didn't know much either. In essence, she's more or less the 'beautiful, mysterious transfer student'. She's a rather enigmatic person, I think."

"Wow… that's unusual for you, Toshiro," Hisagi remarked, "not knowing much about a girl in this district, that is…" A textbook flew past his head and slammed into the wall on the opposite side of the classroom, leaving behind a square-shaped dent.

"Um… well thanks for helping me anyways!" Ichigo muttered quickly, and eyed Toshiro's book-bag just in case he decided to throw any more inanimate objects.

"Oh wait a second! I do know that she doesn't have any ex-boyfriends that we know of! And that she apparently comes from a good background!" Toshiro added brightly, "And… that's basically everything I know."

"Oh… I see…" Ichigo murmured, slightly discouraged.

"So, what were your motives, huh? Why do you want to know about her so badly, huh?" Toshiro demanded, as he stretched out Ichigo's cheeks. Hisagi loomed behind him, devil horns sprouting out of his head as well.

"Someone from my baseball club saw you two walking home together a few days ago," Hisagi snickered, placing a rather painful flick on Ichigo's head. Toshiro released his vice-like grip on Ichigo's cheeks, and sat back down.

"Ahaha well you see, she's actually really good at soccer and I wanted to talk to her, and ask her about some tips…" Ichigo said lamely, trying to ignore his stinging cheeks. Hisagi and Toshiro's faces had the word "UNCONVINCED" scribbled across in large, obnoxious black letters.

"Geez…" Toshiro sighed, and pointed a finger at Ichigo's face. "You don't know ANYTHING! With girls like her who act aloof and independent, its fun to tease them, make them lose that self-control. Using his telepathic mind power, Toshiro began to show Ichigo and Hisagi exactly what he was talking about.


WARNING

Toshiro pinned Rukia to the wall, holding her arms up above her with one of his hands around her wrists. His other hand was used to slowly slip off her shirt and bra, which he carelessly threw behind him onto the floor.

"You've been a bad girl… say you're sorry," her smirked, as he ran a finger down her smooth, creamy pale stomach.

"I-I'm sorry…" Rukia blushed, and tried to turn away. Toshiro held her still, and pushed her down onto the floor.

"What do you want me to do? I won't know unless you say it," he whispered. Rukia moaned, and arched against him.

"Please… don't stop," she sighed.

It is safe to un-shield your eyes now


Hisagi paled, and quickly turned away, holding a tissue to his face due to his rather serious, sudden, random, painful-looking nosebleed. Ichigo's face turned the color of a ripe strawberry, and his eyes bugged out of his head..

"ACK… TOO MUCH… DYING… HELP… MY PURE MIND… CONTAMINATED!" he choked, rolling back and forth on the floor, with his hands covering his eyes. Hisagi curled up in his own dark little corner, and hugged himself.

"The normally serious side she shows to the general public, and the side she will show to me, that nobody has ever seen before. That is the fun in exploiting the walls of girls like her!" Toshiro proclaimed maniacally. Ichigo and Hisagi would've been able to practically see an evil aura floating off of him, if they had been in better control of their mental states just then.

"Damn, Toshiro… you have perverted, messed up thoughts every five seconds…" Hisagi said wonderingly. Ichigo was too busy foaming at the mouth.

"Please, it's every two seconds," Hisagi corrected proudly, running a hand through his spiky, snowy white hair.

"Do you… do you think that Kuchiki even has that kind of side to her?" Ichigo asked doubtfully, once he had recovered from his little… episode.

"Of course! Every person has that kind of side, I'm sure of it! Kuchiki absolutely will have that kind of side to her personality!" Toshiro reassured him. Rukia materialized behind him, with one of her eyebrows raised.

"What is it that I must absolutely have?" she asked curiously. A light blue aura formed behind her, and materialized into an ice demon. Toshiro stared back at her, unfazed, as an ice dragon rose behind him.

SPEAK OF THE DEVIL!

Ichigo and Hisagi jumped backwards like spastic rabbits. Toshiro and Rukia smiled widely at each other.

"Oh, we were actually discussing how cute you were just now," Toshiro said innocently, still smiling up at Rukia.

"Oh really? Why thank you for the compliment," she murmured gracefully. The temperature around them dropped by about twenty degrees. Ichigo and Hisagi quickly hid behind a desk, just as snow began to fall down.

"Their level of interaction is too intense for us to get involved in…" Hisagi whispered as he and Ichigo clung to each other behind the desk in fear. THe temperature dropped even more, as pieces of hail began to pelt Ichigo and Renji's desk shelter.

"By the way, Kurosaki-san… you're coming to practice right? We'd better hurry." Rukia grabbed Ichigo's hand and sprinted off, with Ichigo doing his best to keep up without tripping on his face. The temperature abruptly returned to normal, leaving only puddles of water behind.

"I'll see you guys later!" Ichigo shouted over his shoulder at a crestfallen Hisagi and a furious Toshiro.

"… I'll definitely get her…" Toshiro growled determinedly, staring after Rukia, "she will be mine…" Hisagi sweatdropped at Toshiro's sudden decision, and quickly backed away.


"Right, I can do this… I practiced all weekend, I will live." Ichigo clenched his fists and grinned, as Rukia walked into the courts, fully changed. "Hey Rukia! Today's the day I finally can join everyone during practice!" Ichigo grinned.

"Oh? Did you remember to bring a backup sweatband, just in case Inoue-sempai misunderstood the reason why you weren't wearing her's?" Rukia asked cynically, raising an eyebrow as Ichigo fell face-first onto the floor. "You know, I understand that you're happy and high as a plane and all, but you do realize that, unless you think about the other person, you'll end up a lonely old man?" she smirked.

"WHAT DO I DO, WHAT DO I DO?" Ichigo shrieked, as he slammed his head on the floor over and over again. Rukia sighed, and dug around in her bag.

"You're so lucky that you have me as a backup." She handed him the sweatband that Orihime had given him, and rolled her eyes. "After all, you've made so much progress already. We can't afford to have one little slip-up ruin everything. It would be such a shame, wouldn't it?" Ichigo stared after her as she walked away, dumbstruck.

"Ah… thanks Rukia…" he grinned. Rukia shrugged, and kept walking.

"Just do your best, Ichiberry. I don't want all my hard work going to waste," she instructed sternly, as she and Ichigo got in line in front of the goal. A girl Ichigo had never seen before was standing in front of them, holding a soccer ball in one arm, and a whistle in the other. She was about Rukia's height, with straight black hair that went just past her shoulders, and side bangs that just covered her left eye. Her right eye, the one that could be seen, was calm, the same color as dark chocolate. She smiled lazily as she hooked her finger around the strap of the whistle and swung it around in front of her like a lasso.

"Um… Rukia, who is she? Is she a new first year or something?" Ichigo asked, slightly confused. Usually, Orihime was the one who would play the offense.

"You think I know, stupid Strawberry?" Rukia rolled her eyes at Ichigo, who glared back at her. They stood that way for a few more seconds, neither of them refusing to give in and look away.

"S'cuse me… you two can stop gazing at each other with burning, fiery passion in your eyes now," the new girl interrupted, raising an eyebrow at Ichigo and Rukia. They both blushed red, and turned towards her.

"WE'RE NOT LIKE THAT!" they both shrieked at the same time. The girl's eyebrow went even higher.

"M'kay… whatever you guys say," she shrugged lazily. "Anyways, my name's Rukichi, I'm a third-year, and I'll be filling in for Shou-san during warm-ups today. You don't need to know my last name, therefore I just won't tell you." She brushed her bangs out of her face, and dropped the ball on the ground.

"No way is she a senior." Ichigo said, setting his face into a perfect deadpan. "She is way too short to be a third-year. I refuse to believe this. This is just ridicu-OOMF" The soccer ball, which had been by Rukichi's foot less than a second ago, connected with Ichigo's strawberry head. Ichigo fell backwards, and slammed into the pole.

"You there. Kid with the carrot top. I've heard… quite a bit… about you. You're first. Let's see exactly how good a goalie you are." Rukichi grinned sadistically, as she pointed towards the goal. Ichigo gulped, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"I'm going to die," he whimpered, as Rukichi drew her leg back.


Well everyone, that's it for now ^,^

Jin: I didn't appear…

CC: Sorry Jin, I figured you'd be best for later chapters v,v you CAN however, do the ending credits.

Jin: Well everyone, hope you enjoyed reading this, and Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it. If not, well… happy winter break.

Rukichi: Don't forget to review~

Ichigo: *backs away from Rukichi*

CC: Can't say you didn't ask for it, Ichiberry. Anyways…

All: REVIEW, AND WE HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER THAT IS LONG OVERDUE