. . . . Yeah. I accidently found a hardcore yaoi manga on Manga Fox, it's called Ijimetaihodo Aishiteru. So, yeah, I'm gonna read it for a while and . . . . yeah. Good luck with that if you wanna read it also. But don't read chapter four if you're a Christian and get offended easily; as soon as I was near the end, the uke did something shocking in the confession booth!

Wolf's Love for Moon by Boogermeister

Chapter 10- I Need You, Too

"Starrk . . . . Starrk," pestered Ichigo, poking his head with her pencil but the brunet was still sleeping. She frowned, she knew that he really wasn't because he would snore in his sleep. "If you don't wake up then I'm leaving you here," she frowned as she stood up. On cue, Starrk woke up and firmly grasped at her hand.

"What is it that you want, Ichigo-sama?" he asked tiredly.

"I think I know why I feel bored here," she replied.

"Oh, and what is that?"

"Usually, back at home, I would kick my Dad's ass as well as some of my friends' to pent out my energy," she sighed. "Maybe I need to hit something, or someone, so I can feel better."

"I see . . . . I'm not sure if Aizen-sama would approve of this, though," he muttered, which made Ichigo frown in annoyance.

"Then don't let him know, Starrk," she frowned.

"And also, you might get seriously hurt if you fight," he frowned back but on a lesser scale. "I will get in serious trouble if that were to happen, I cannot let you do that."

". . . . Fine, then I'll talk to Nel about it," she huffed as she promptly walked out of the library room. Starrk sighed heavily as he quickly followed after her, it would not be good.

"Ichigo-sama, please reconsider about your suggestion," he sighed. "You're asking for something that-"

"If you're gonna say that I'm now a noble and I can't do things that I like, then try to stop me," she scoffed. Starrk blinked and frowned again, he had a right to prevent Ichigo from doing anything dangerous but he would get in trouble if he displeases her.

". . . . Why do you think that talking to her would prove your point, Ichigo-sama?" he asked. "I have thought that as a friend, I was saying my opinion."

"No, as my bodyguard you were saying your opinion," Ichigo pointed out.

". . . . Oh."

"As a friend, you would either egg me on about it or just grumble of not crying if I get hurt."

"What type of friends are those, Ichigo-sama?" questioned Starrk.

"Normal kind," she sighed deeply. "At least normal to me."

"I see . . . . you do realize that you're not anywhere near Neliel's whereabouts, don't you?" he muttered. Ichigo blinked and turned to scowl at him.

"Then how come you didn't tell me which was the right way then?" she frowned.

"I couldn't because you were ranting about wanting to continue your old life," he shrugged, earning a hard pound on the arm. "Ahh . . . . I can see why Grimmjow nearly lost his pride being punched by you," he winced.

"What . . . .?" Ichigo frowned in confusion but immediately became disheartened at the rememberance. "Oh . . . . from that . . . ."

"Oh, I didn't mean to remind you that, Ichigo-sama," he quickly replied, shaking his head. "Maybe . . . . you could just talk to Neliel about your suggestion, but I won't like it." Ichigo glanced at him and smiled lightly, as least he was trying as a friend.

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Nel was actually less than concerned of Ichigo's safety when the teen suggested of physically venting out her energy. Starrk frowned slightly when he was proven wrong, but said nothing as he went to sit in a corner. "I guess I could understand why Starrk would question your safety," commented Nel. "But if you like, I could teach you some self-defense moves, Ichigo-chan."

"I don't think I need to know, I'd kicked down my Dad whenever he tried to hug me," shrugged Ichigo.

"I mean actual self-defense, if an enemy attempts to kidnap or harm you in any way," she corrected. "I'm not saying that Starrk's not good enough to protect you, but it should be convenient to know some decent moves."

"Oh, okay then." During that, Starrk gazed at the two before sighing tiredly. Four months in since being married, Ichigo was still homesicked and was often depressed. Even though talking to her family had cheered her up, it wasn't the same as being there with them. Waiting for her friend to come visit might become better for the teen, who was learning the positions of fighting back.

"I think it would be better if we have an 'attacker', Ichigo-chan," smiled Nel before looking at the Primera. "Starrk, be our attacker, come on."

"Why . . . .?" he mumbled.

"Just do it, please."

"Fine," he tiredly sighed as he stood up and walked over to them. He stood behind Ichigo and scratched his head, waiting for the signal.

"Okay . . . . go," Nel nodded. Instantly, Starrk wrapped his strong arms around the teen firmly, and Ichigo struggled a little from the hold. But she couldn't help but laughing a little, her bodyguard always smelled like dog. "Ichigo-chan, be serious," frowned Nel.

"All right, all right . . . ." sighed Ichigo. Immediately, she stomped on his foot and elbow'd him in the guts, Starrk barely had a chance to curse out a sound before being headbutted in the chin. Staggering back, he couldn't protect himself when the front of his shirt was suddenly grabbed before being flipped over to the ground harshly.

". . . . Ouch," gritted Starrk but he didn't bother to move.

"Wow, on your first try, Ichigo-chan," smiled Nel. "Didn't know that Starrk could get easily hurt like that."

"I'm not much of a hand-to-hand fighting type of guy . . . ." he groaned. "Grimmjow would make a better volunteer, Neliel."

"But you were easier to relent, Starrk."

"Whatever, just don't use me again for this . . . ." he mumbled as he stood up. "Is that all?"

"That was just the first try, I wanna know some more moves," smiled Ichigo.

"Man . . . ." He already had to deal with Lily and her constant lashing, now he was a punching bag for Ichigo. Speaking of who, said teen leapt onto his back and latched on tightly. "Wha- what are you doing, Ichigo-sama?" he questioned in surprise.

"Can't you fight back, Starrk?" smirked Ichigo, holding his arms back in a full nelson. "Thought you were the Primera, for crying out loud."

"I'm the Primera for my shooting skills, Aizen-sama didn't think much of my ability to fight," he sighed.

"Can you fight back at least, Starrk?"

"I could, but you're a noble," he replied quietly. Ichigo frowned slightly at that but smirked again as she let go of him.

"I'd like to see you fight, one of these days," she sighed as she turned around. "It might be interesting to see you beating down guys-" Whipping around, she suddenly aimed a fist at his face. Out of instict, Starrk dodged it and grabbed her wrist tightly. "Fuck . . . .!" she gasped in amazement.

"What were you trying to pull, Ichigo-sama?" he frowned slightly.

"I just wanna see if you could dodge that," she muttered.

"And you did," he sighed, letting go of her. "Don't try that again, Ichigo-sama, I might seriously harm you next time and I'll get in more than trouble for that."

"Fine . . . ."

"Ichigo-chan, let's continue the lesson," said Nel. "And don't worry about Starrk, he's just being cautious about your safety. And who wouldn't be concerned about you? Your very existence is priceless, and it would be our fault it something were to happen to you."

"Oh, guess that's understandable," sighed Ichigo. "But I don't want you guys to get blamed because of me."

"Don't get sad, Ichigo-chan," smiled Nel, patting her lightly on the shoulder. "I'm sure Aizen-sama would be pleased that you're learning to defend yourself."

"Hah . . . .!" Nel glanced up and scoffed lightly, as Szayel calmly walked in. "Do you really think that Aizen-sama would be pleased of his wife acting like some brute, Nel? A Privaron like you is not thinking right, it's a good thing that you're not an Espada anymore."

"What is it that you want, Szayel?" she questioned with a frown.

"Oh, nothing really, I just want to see what you were doing with the noble's wife," smirked Szayel. "As usual, you act too casual towards people who ranked higher than you. Behaviors like that are frowned upon by Aizen-sama."

"Well, Ichigo-chan prefers to be treated casually since she suggested it," she scoffed.

"Doesn't manner, you should know better than that."

"Hey, if you don't have anything to do here, then I have to ask you to leave," frowned Ichigo. The pink-haired blinked in slight surprise at that before nodding his head.

"I am sorry if I said something to displease you, Ichigo-sama," he muttered, pushing his glasses up.

"See, Ichigo-chan likes and treats me as a friend," Nel sighed. "So, if you don't mind . . . ."

"Fine," Szayel gave out a small smirk before promptly leaving the room.

"Tch, what's his problem?" frowned Ichigo.

"I don't really know, he's just a narcissistic idiot," scoffed Nel.

"He's not much of a fighter either, he uses his intelligence to take out an enemy," muttered Starrk. "But his overconfidence is his usual flaw, he often calls himself the 'perfect being'."

"Well that's retarded," Ichigo shrugged.

"Well, he's not much liked among the Espadas, anyway," Nel muttered. "Anyway, guess we should take your suggestion and find Grimmjow so you can beat him up."

"Yeah, I was hoping you would say that."

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Glancing down, Ichigo avoided her husband's disapproving gaze. It wasn't that her learning self-defense was considered terrible, but as of who was helping her learn it was disappointing. "Of all people, you think Grimmjow was the best suited to volunteer for your unorthodox lesson?" he questioned quietly as he sat down behind his office desk. "He is not the one who take it so lightly when it comes to physical assaults, so it is reasonable for me to feel this way."

"I am sorry if I had done something wrong, Sousuke-sama," muttered Ichigo. Though earlier Grimmjow was reluctant to be the 'attacker', he recieved the harsh end when the teen constantly throttled him. The Sexta nearly lashed out in frustration over the ordeal when Ulquiorra discovered what was happening. Now, Ichigo felt a little nervous about her husband's expression. "Please . . . . I suggested it to Nel, so don't blame her please," she mumbled.

"I see . . . . I don't get why you prefer to take the blame yourself when the others are also responsible," sighed Aizen.

"That's because I was the one who started it in the first place, Sousuke-sama," muttered Ichigo. Aizen sighed deeply as he glanced at her. "I am sorry for what happened earlier, I hope that I didn't anger you in any way," she muttered quietly.

"Interesting, you're timid and quiet at some times and bold and determined at other times," he remarked. "In the latter, you acted like that towards the subordinates. But with me, you're often scared of what would I do . . . . if I truly become angry." Ichigo shivered slightly and glanced at him, biting her bottom lip. "However, I am not really angry. But your behaviors at home have bcoming more or less questionable, so I suggest you to lessen that."

"Of course, Sousuke-sama," nodded Ichigo. Aizen smirked and gestured her to come to him. As ordered, Ichigo walked around the desk and was gently pulled onto his lap. She could feel his arousal underneath her thigh as he ran his hands over her arms. "Sousuke-sama . . . ." she mumbled quietly.

"I won't have that, Ichigo," he muttered firmly, the grip on her arms tightened slightly in response. "You have a duty as a wife, you know that."

"Yes, I do . . . ." she muttered, her heart was beating faster at each minute dragged on as Aizen slipped his hands underneath her shirt. She gasped as the fingers crept up to her covered breasts, attempting to grope at them.

"I am sorry for the intrusion, Aizen-sama, but you must leave soon for your meetings," Ulquiorra muttered, suddenly walking into the room. Aizen quickly removed his hands from Ichigo and cleared his throat.

"Right, of course," he muttered. "Thank you for reminding me, Ulquiorra." The man bowed his head before leaving the room, he knew what was about to happen but was undeterred by the scene. Ichigo quickly stood up before her husband did, as Aizen sighed deeply.

"I suppose this could wait until later tonight," he muttered, caressing at her arms like before.

"Yes, Sousuke-sama," she nodded. Aizen smirked and kissed her forehead then at her lips.

"I'll talk to you later . . . ." he smirked before leaving the office. Ichigo frowned slightly and sat down in his chair, she could feel the man's lingering warmth in the leather upholstery. At least she was out of trouble, but she didn't care about that right now.

". . . . Ichigo-sama," muttered Starrk, as he walked in. "Is there something the matter?"

"No . . . . just tired, that's all," mumbled Ichigo.

"Would you like to go back to your studies?" he suggested.

"Maybe later," she sighed, blinking slowly.

". . . . Your friend's coming soon, you shouldn't look so sad," he muttered.

"I'm not sad," Ichigo frowned at him, but her bodyguard blinked back. "Geez, I . . . . I dunno what to feel now, I just feel tired."

"I see . . . ." sighed Starrk.

"I'm not sure if you do," she frowned, slouching further into the chair.

"I'm still trying, Ichigo-sama," he muttered. Ichigo glanced at him and sighed softly.

"You're a weird guy, Starrk," she mumbled, crossing her arms lazily. "You're not as boring anymore, but you're just weird now. Maybe it's a boy thing, I dunno . . . ." Starrk blinked again, mostly in confusion.

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"Quit hitting yourself, Renji," smirked Ichigo, suddenly face-palming said red-head in the face the instant Rukia and her bodyguard came. Renji gritted in pain as he stumbled back, but was largely ignored when the two friends greeted each other. "Man, I thought for sure that you wouldn't come any sooner, Rukia," she smiled.

"Well, I kept pestering Nii-sama not to let me pack so much," scoffed Rukia. "I'm just visiting for the weekend anyway."

"Tch, still the same as always," grumbled Renji, rubbing at his bruised nose. "You would think that Sousuke Aizen would have you tortured into becoming a proper lady."

"Why do you still have this baboon looking after you?" Ichigo questioned as she and Rukia made their way inside, much to the man's disgruntlement. "You can't get anyone else, Rukia?"

"Renji's been around for years, I'm too attached to him get a different bodyguard."

"Uh-huh . . . ." she scoffed lightly. "So how much bags you got for just two days?"

"Don't worry, I did say that I packed lightly," she smirked.

". . . . You're lying," Ichigo frowned playfully.

"I'm not, I promise."

"Fine . . . ." Renji finally followed after them, carrying a small duffell bag over his shoulder. "About time, I thought you would get lost in the entrance," she scoffed.

"Why, you- no, I shouldn't do this," he gritted under his breath. "You're different now, I can't curse you out anymore."

"Oh? You won't make fun of me anymore, Renji?" smirked Ichigo. "Guess that brain of yours finally ran out of things to insult me."

"Damn it, if only I could wring your neck . . . . ." he grumbled. He caught eyes with Starrk, who narrowed his ever so slightly, and immediately glanced away. "I mean, it's an honor for Rukia-sama to be in your company . . . . Ichigo-sama," he corrected, and Ichigo smirked again.

"You're so whipped, Renji," she laughed. "All because I became a noble, I guess you're not better than me as you used to be."

"That doesn't change the fact that you're still a brat!" Renji immediately scowled.

"Come on, be nice to Ichigo for a change, Renji," frowned Rukia. "Even though Ichigo's still the same person, we should respect her as a noble."

". . . . Yes, Rukia-sama," muttered Renji. But that thought soon left, when they argued over trivial things as they reached the guest room. It was as if they were back at Ichigo's home, when the red-head was once appalled that Rukia was hiding out in her closet. Or when they forced him to wear a bright yellow T-shirt with a bunny printed on it. Or when he nagged her about drinking boxed juice, since Ichigo was surprised at that since the noble girl was used to drinking tea.

"Really . . . . I thought you would stop drawing, Rukia," Ichigo frowned as she flipped through the sketchbook pages. "There isn't enough money in the world to make you into a Picasso."

"Hey, a lot of people say that I'm a good artist!" huffed Rukia.

"You sure that they're not saying it just because you're a noble?" she questioned, almost every pages were people potrayed as poorly sketched bunnies. For some reason, the obsession of bunnies was the petite girl's favorite thing.

"No! Even Kaien likes it!"

"That's your fiance, of course he would say that!" she argued.

"He really do, he thinks that my drawings are cute!" scoffed Rukia, but a deep blush instantly etched across her face. "He says that it suits my personality, that's all . . . ."

"Well, that's the guy you're gonna marry anyway," shrugged Ichigo, placing the book down as she sat onto the bed. "So, how's it going, Rukia? Does it still feel odd that I'm not there anymore?"

"Yeah, I'm now stuck in the house with nothing to do but to work on my studies," sighed Rukia as she flopped onto the mattress next to her. "I kinda wish that you live back in Karakura."

"So you can sneak out to meet me?" Ichigo smirked a little.

"Duh."

"That's retarded," she scoffed.

"Whatever . . . . so, where is your husband?" she asked quietly. "I have never met him before, face-to-face. Only Nii-sama did, but I'd like to know what's he like."

"Oh . . . . he's not home, not until sometime tonight, Rukia," she sighed with a slight frown. "Um, about him . . . ."

"Yeah?"

"Wait," she muttered as she got off the bed. "Renji, get out, we're gonna have a girl moment right now," she frowned, nudging Renji out of the bedroom.

"Wha- What for?" scowled Renji but was pushed out and the teen closed the door.

". . . . Can you keep a secret, Rukia?" muttered Ichigo, walking back to the bed and sat next to her.

"Huh? What's wrong, Ichigo?" frowned Rukia.

"My husband . . . . I still have no attachment to him," she whispered quietly. "I'm trying to be the best wife I can be, but it's too hard for me. I don't even like it when . . . . he wants that with me, so we could have a child."

"Oh . . . . so, are you-"

"No, I'm not pregnant, at least not yet," muttered Ichigo, shaking her head. "But . . . . what am I gonna do about this? I'm not like you, you already like your fiance because you get to know him before marriage. This man, I don't wanna sound rude or disrespectful about him but . . . . I don't really like him."

"Oh, Ichigo," Rukia frowned sadly, grasping at her wrist. "I . . . . I don't know what to say about this, I can't really help you on this."

". . . . You're lucky, Rukia," she mumbled. "Your sister wasn't arranged to marry your brother, they married because they loved each other. You . . . . already told me that secret, remember?"

"Yeah . . . ."

"I wish everyone was like that," sighed Ichigo. "I don't really think everyone is happy to be married to a complete stranger, though . . . ."

"What can you do about it, Ichigo?" Rukia muttered. "You're with Sousuke Aizen now, even if you had someone you liked back home-"

"I didn't even a thought of being with anyone yet before getting married," scoffed Ichigo. "My Dad assumed that I would find someone by myself. Kinda like how my Mom found him, it was a 'love at first sight' type of thing." Rukia glanced at her sadly and patted her on the head.

"I wish that he didn't marry you, Ichigo," she sighed deeply. "I'd like to see my friend more often."

"I know," the teen replied with a small smile.

"Do you have anyone to replace me, just in case?"

"No one can replace you, Rukia," she muttered. "But . . . . I do have friends here. This girl named Nel, and my 'boring' bodyguard Starrk.

"Really?" smiled Rukia. "He's your friend too?"

"Yeah, I don't think Sousuke-sama notice it as much," she replied quietly. "But . . . . I don't think he would really approve the fact a man should be friends with me. He's already questioning my actions like playing with the dog, messing with his cars . . . ."

"I can't believe that he didn't get angry at you, Ichigo," she muttered in disbelief. "You should think before you do stuff like that."

"I keep forgetting . . . ."

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"I don't get this, that man talks to Ichigo-sama so casually that it seems rudeful," muttered Starrk, gazing at Renji who was now arguing with Ichigo over certain food Rukia can eat. It was confusing to him, the teen was a wife of a noble and yet she was acting like herself towards him.

"Oh my gosh, it's not like she had canned soup before," scoffed Ichigo, sitting at the dining room table. "It didn't kill her, so what's the problem?"

"Come on, this is not like your old home," frowned Renji. "You don't have to make stuff for her like before."

"But she's my guest, I can do whatever I want."

"With the way you say it, it sounds like you're gonna toture her," he scoffed.

"Shut it," Ichigo scowled. "You suck as a bodyguard, you couldn't even defend yourself from getting hit in the face earlier today. But I should give you a benefit of a doubt since you're Rukia's friend also."

"Hey, you don't do anything fun around here, Ichigo?" asked Rukia.

"Without you, it's kinda boring," she shrugged. "But I'm making the best of it, though."

". . . . Aside from me visiting you, Ichigo, why not have your family come here as well?" she suggested. Ichigo blinked at that in surprise before a smile appeared at her face.

"Shit, why didn't I think of that?" she smiled. "I spoke to them so much on the phone that it didn't come to my mind!"

"You're so simple-minded sometimes, Ichigo," smiled Rukia.

"I am not," she scoffed lightly. "Maybe I'll get to see how Yuzu's doing, and if everybody are handling with me being gone . . . ." From the short distance, her bodguard noticed the way her eyes sparkled at the idea. In fact, her eyes had always sparkled whenever she talked to her family. It looked more natural to her, appearing happy like that. ". . . . Starrk?" Ichigo called out. "Starrk!"

"Huh? Do you need something, Ichigo-sama?" he quickly muttered, snapping out of his thoughts.

"No, you were spacing out like some statue," frowned Ichigo.

"Oh, sorry about that," he mumbled.

"What were you thinking that made you space out?"

"I . . . . I forgot it now, Ichigo-sama," he sighed.

"Anyway, Rukia-sama is too important to eat such common food," mumbled Renji. "I don't care what you have to say about it."

"Common? Rice is not so common, everybody eat that," frowned Ichigo. "And I've seen you eat some of my leftover food before, Renji. Don't tell me that tasted terrible."

"Tch, it tasted all right . . . ." mumbled Renji, crossing his arms. "But you shouldn't be acting like this, Ichigo. You're a noble, nobles cannot be doing mundane stuffs."

"Noble cannot be sneaking out so easily, but we all know what happens," Ichigo scoffed with a witty smirk. "Maybe now that I'm a noble, I should repay you for accidently damaging those expensive sunglasses of yours."

"Is that right?"

"Can't believe that you spent half of your yearly paycheck for something like that," she sighed. "I kinda feel bad that you're forced to wear that piece of cloth around your head."

"Well it's your fault anyway," scoffed Renji.

"Damn it, it's your fault for spending so much for something like a sunglasses."

"At least I don't hate living here . . . ." Ichigo glanced up and gave a heated glare at him, as did Rukia. "Ah, I didn't mean to say that out loud-"

"Were you eavesdropping outside the room earlier, Renji?" frowned Rukia.

"It wasn't on purpose, Rukia-sama!" he explained quickly. "But your conversation were almost loud enough to listen-"

"You're an asshole, Renji!" Ichigo scowled angrily. "I know that we don't really see eye-to-eye but you shouldn't have listened to my talking! That's why I wanted you to leave the room, ass-tard!"

"Sorry about that, gosh!" None of them have realized that Starrk was behind the red-head, the metal barrel of a gun was pressed firmly against his back. "What the-"

"You have disrespected Ichigo-sama so many times, and you have taken it too far," Starrk muttered, a faint hint of anger was evident in his normally lazy voice.

"Wait, I didn't really mean to do it, guy!" Renji quickly pleaded. "Ichigo, call off your bodyguard or something."

". . . . Tch, why should I?" Ichigo scoffed. "You really did took too far, Renji, maybe I should let Starrk blow your head off."

"Come on, Ichigo-"

"How much have you heard, Renji?" she demanded, her bodyguard noticed her chocolate eyes were dimmed with hurt.

". . . . You don't really love your husband, I've only heard a gist of your talking," Renji reluctantly replied. Ichigo exhaled sharply at that, nobody but Rukia knew that secret. She didn't believe that Starrk knew that as well, but the brunet's frown tightened slightly at the answer. "I won't say anything about it, Ichigo," muttered the red-head, bowing his head for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings if I did."

"Just . . . ." Ichigo scoffed softly as she stood up. "Just let me calm down for a second before I change my mind and kick your ass." She hastily walked away; Starrk put his gun away and immediately followed as Rukia proceeded to beat down her subordinate. It felt like seconds when Ichigo reached her bedroom and flopped herself onto the large bed. "I can't believe it, that retard . . . ." she scoffed hurtfully.

"Ichigo-sama . . . ." muttered Starrk, hesitantly stepping into the sacred room. "If you wish to send your friend away-"

"No, Renji's just an idiot as usual," she frowned.

"It's because of your feelings towards Aizen-sama, isn't it . . . .?" he questioned, and Ichigo flinched slightly at that. "I . . . . cannot have a opinion about this, can I?"

"You think that I'm a terrible wife for acting this way?" she muttered, the tone in her voice were full of sadness and hurt. Starrk felt a tingle of sympathy for the teen and stepped closer, as she sat up. "If I don't give Sousuke-sama what he wants, then our marriage will end and it's possible that Yuzu's illness might come back if the money stops. I don't know what to do . . . ."

"Ichigo-sama . . . ." Starrk sighed deeply, kneeling in front of her. "I've tried what I can to please you, but this is more complicated than I thought. I'm not sure how you are feeling about this marriage . . . ." He noticed that her eyes were glistening but for the wrong reason, tears were threatening to pour from them. "Please, do not cry," he muttered. "It's not like you to be like this, Ichigo-sama."

"Not like me?" she sniffed.

"You're not the type to cry, you're more like yourself when you think about your old life," he replied quietly. "It fits you better than anything else."

". . . . You're trying to make me feel better, Starrk?" mumbled Ichigo.

"I . . . . I don't really like it when you're sad, Ichigo-sama," he muttered. "That's my opinion as a friend, not as your bodyguard." Ichigo sniffed softly before putting up a small smile. Without warning, she leaned closer to give him a solid hug. Starrk stiffened at the forbidden contact, it was different from the earlier times as this one was for real. Hesitantly, he raised his arms and wrapped them around her. He couldn't get it, but the contact felt nice once he hugged back.

"You're a weird guy, Starrk . . . ." Ichigo sighed, breathing in the familiar dog scent on him before beginning to move away. "But at least you're trying-" She didn't expect that. Neither did Starrk. When she moved back, she accidently brushed her lips against his. What was worst was that the contact lingered a few seconds too long before Starrk suddenly staggered back and quickly stood up. He breathed sharply as he stared wide-eyed at Ichigo, who stared back with the same expression. "What just happened . . . .?" she gasped, her heartbeats thumping loudly to her ears.

"I'm sorry . . . . I'm so sorry, Ichigo-sama," Starrk muttered breathlessly, stepping away. "I shouldn't have done that . . . ." Without another word, he quickly walked out of the room. Ichigo stared at the doorway, it wasn't long until she felt a heated blush in her skin.

The kiss was actually felt good to her.

"Fuck . . . ." she gasped, the heat in her face wasn't going away anytime soon.

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. . . . Yeah. I'll promise you something special between Starrk and Ichigo! But I won't say what!

Read, review, and no flames.

I'll update ASAP!