Chapter: Fell In Love Without You

Shalan's Say: Uhmm… yeah I updated three times yesterday I haven't done that since Somewhere… I guess I got my game on huh? If you haven't noticed… the rating's been changed… check… it… out! Must be something in the closet about to burst free! REVIEW ME OR ME NO POSTY!

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November 10, 2008

ESPN Network Broadcast

"…it would appear that having their star quarterback on the frontlines again is going to kick these Chiefs back into gear. Though their record is already broken it doesn't matter the have already claimed the title of the only team to go undefeated for two entire seasons, all thanks in part to Ichigo Kurosaki and his right arm. Though it seemed that they would go under to the Chargers in a scoreless first half but with a beautiful throw to L. Johnson in the third quarter started what would be a shut-out game between the Chiefs and the Chargers… it ended 28-0 Chiefs winning by a landslide…"

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"So you won one game…" she scoffed as she heard him dancing around in his apartment.

"Yeah! But it was my comeback game! This is a good sign…"

"What if all the other teams are just too good?" Rukia pursed her lips as she leaned the phone against her shoulder.

"When are you coming home cutie?" He rubbed his jaw as he looked in the mirror and heard her sigh.

"Whenever I get the chance… I have two more performances in France, then I perform in England a few times before I soar off to Germany… six performances in Germany…" she looked down at her XV6800. "But after that I should be free to come home…"

"I miss seeing you all the time like I did last week…" she could hear the sadness in his voice as she drew a smiley on the counter of her bathroom with her finger.

"I know you do…"

"Rukia Kuchiki don't tell me you still don't miss me…" He frowned, leaning his back against his bathroom counter.

"Are you in your bathroom?"

"Yes how did you know?"

"I am too…"

"I want you to come see me…" he furrowed his brows before resting the back of his head against the sink.

"I want to sleep…"

"It's only 11 am here…"

"It's like 6 pm here and I'm tired… I have a show tomorrow night…"

"Lazy…"

"What are you kidding me? What do you do all day before a game? Sleep and eat carbs…"

"Yeah but I'm a sports star…" he chuckled, knowing she would just get herself started again.

"You are not! So you have two good seasons… the only way you could be a sports star is if you kick everyone's asses for the rest of the season…" She scoffed.

"Of course I'm going to do that… because I'm a supah-stah!" He mocked a British accent and she shook her head.

"You are nothing like a supah-stah…" she mocked him in return.

"Oh, ho, ho… I believe the papers would disagree with you…"

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November 20, 2008

E! News

"My bosses thought it would be good for someone to go interview Rukia Kuchiki on tour so they volunteered me, shoved me into a plane and said go get her… So here I am, talking to Miss Kuchiki herself…"

"So Miss Kuchiki…"

"Please call me Rukia…" She grinned and leaned her elbow against the armrest.

"Alright I apologize, then call me Ryan…" he shook her hand and she giggled girlishly.

"It's not a problem…"

"So about this Ichigo guy… you serious about him? Cause I'd date you if you'd be willing to dump him…" He leaned forward and she chuckled.

"Leave her alone…" Ichigo growled, leaning forward, his arms and legs wrapped around his pillow. He noticed something at that point. She had a new phone. The beautiful white XV6900 was tucked into her black purse which was sitting on the ground next to her. He narrowed his eyes for a moment as he watched Ryan lean forward again.

"That's it…" Ichigo picked up his cell phone as the commercials came up. He paused as he heard her voice croon in his ear, leave it to her to have her own songs as a ring back tone…

"Ichigo?" She leaned her head down to answer the phone. "Why are you calling me?"

"I just wanted to tell you not to mess with him…"

"ICHIGO!" She hung up on him but he had succeeded in what he was trying to do, he had made her wary that he was watching her every move in the interview.

"Good… she won't do anything too stupid…" He walked into the bathroom and closed the door, humming a little tune to himself.

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She stared out the window of her private plane as she left Germany for the last time for quite some time. She pressed her forehead against the Plexiglas and closed her eyes as she thought about him. There was too much of him to think about. As his amber eyes floated in front of her mind she shuddered lightly, his eyes were so beautiful.

"Mercy…" she whispered and tightened her grip on the arms of her chair as the night after the game passed into her mind. Why had she told him to stop?

"Rukia…" he growled, his palms brushing her thighs, his lips barely centimeters from hers. She looked up into his eyes just before his lips met hers. Their tongues tangled, both hardly breathing in as he shoved her against the wall, sliding her up so their bodies were level, her legs cradling his hips as his hands began to explore. His fingers found the hem of her shirt and lifted it, yanking it up and over her head, exposing her red lace bra.

"Red? Chiefs colors? You wearing a pair of gold panties?" His voice was teasing, and for a moment she nearly giggled before their lips met again. It was nearly 2 am… they had been partying all night with the rest of the team and she knew her judgment was impaired… but damn it… if being mentally impaired meant feeling this wonderful she almost wished she were an alcoholic.

"Don't remember…" she whispered in reply before their lips clashed again. His hands found her breasts and suddenly a feeling that she had never felt before washed over her. His fingers combed the soft flesh before pulling off her bra and letting it drop. She was torn but not as much as his shirt was after she ripped it off over his head, between desperately needing skin-to-skin contact and saving her innocence. She moaned openly as her breasts hit his hot chest.

"Rukia…" he groaned in her ear. "Rukia… RUKIA!" She jumped out of her daydream, lurching forward into her publicist's forehead.

"Damn girl…" Uryu rubbed his forehead and she looked apologetic.

"Sorry about that Uryu… what's wrong?"

"You've been sound asleep for 6 hours I thought you'd died… and for some strange reason you were mumbling something about Ichigo…" her face flushed scarlet.

"I-I was not!" She folded her arms across her chest.

"Alright… I know what I heard…" He snickered and she stuck her tongue out at him.

"You shut up…" She settled back down into her seat on the plane and closed her eyes.

"Your jet-lag is going to be worse once you get back to the US if you keep doing that…" Uryu frowned.

"Shaddup…" she replied and buried her face into the pillow next to her.

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November 17, 2008

ESPN Network Broadcast

"…and again young Mr. Kurosaki has pulled his team through, but can they win against Buffalo? The Bills have been doing admirably well with only 2 losses this season so far… so if they can't rally their team fast then they may have a 6-4 record this year… and that would be disappointing for them…"

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