Chapter 11: The Sun Sets As The Ice Melts
DISCLAIMER: SERIOUSLY... I WISH I DID...
Rukia Kuchiki slowly opened her bleary eyes. Her vision was blurry and her head was in a shaky state. She still couldn't think straight due to how sleepy she was. The first thing she felt was that she was sprawled... no, draped over something hard. Said hard thing seemed to be moving as though it was breathing. Finally, Rukia had regained her eye sight only to find her draped over Ichigo's shirtless form. He was fast asleep. Rukia's eyes widened significantly and she nearly screamed had she not managed enough self restraint not to.
Shit... Er... One plus One equals...
Don't tell me I slept with him!
Rukia slowly rolled out of the bed without waking Ichigo up.
Alright... I still have my clothes on so I'm guessing I didn't do anything with him... That's great...
Rukia stood in his room panicking as she tried to recollect her thoughts from yesterday evening. Which wasn't exactly coming back to her yet. She looked over him. Ichigo had been sleeping without his shirt but he wore jogging pants while Rukia still had her pajamas safely intact. The room was perfectly normal and neat so that meant nothing happened.
Her panic had begun to slowly subside.
Nothing happened... But how did I get there?
Let's recap... So I kissed him... Then we went home via metro and when we got home, he insisted we go drinking again. So shot after shot... Er... We must've gotten drunk I guess... I remember making a comment on his higher alcohol tolerance. Then... I think I lost a bet that was alcohol related and I... Ended up here.
Right, I lost a drinking bet... How humiliating.
Hey on the bright side... Tatsuki was right about alcohol being the perfect truth serum for Ichigo because when he was drunk, he bawled like a baby shouting random things. He started admitting that he thought Rukia was pretty when he first saw her and that he thought Renji was her stalker. Then he bawled out about how he used to cry a lot when he was a kid. Then he started ranting about Orihime before bawling over Senna. It was hilarious.
She had learned a lot of things for blackmail.
Rukia had begun to find her slippers which were under the bed and she had decided to fix the pillows and the blanket to make it look like he was alone, there would be no evidence of her sleeping there.
Shit, doing all of this makes me really feel like I did sleep with him...
As long as he doesn't remember a thing then everything will be alright. Then she wouldn't have to feel anything at all...
After smoothening out a wrinkle on the blanket on her end she picked up her shoes carefully and tiptoed out of the room like a ninja. She didn't make a single sound, not even as she closed the door. As soon as she was out, she let out the breath she withdrew and walked back to her room.
She closed her door silently and dropped her body limply onto the her soft fluffy bed and wrapped herself within her favorite Chappy comforter. She closed her eyes in hopes of falling into deep sleep.
The one thing she disliked was the cold and how she missed a certain warmth.
"Hey! Knock it off midget!"
"No way!"
"What's wrong with you, you already know I can't run as fast as you."
She laughed. "If you do love me, then you'll be able to catch me!"
"If I love you."
"Which you do. So catch me."
"No."
"And why not?"
"Because you'll come running back."
"And why are you so confident?"
She stopped running and had begun to walk back.
"Because you love me too."
She stopped right in front of him.
"How did you know? When you're such a major dumb ass?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck while he leaned down to the point where their foreheads touched.
"I know because I'm in love with you. Isn't that all the reason I need to know you so well?"
"Bingo."
Then she pulled his neck down to kiss him.
Ichigo's eyes slowly opened. His vision was blurry while his head had been spinning. He cringed as he felt a wave of pain shoot through his brain before grasping his head with his dominant hand. He managed to wake himself up and forced his head to the side to take a quick glance at the clock.
In red bold digits, it read 4:30 AM.
He blinked heavily as he shifted to face the other side of the bed. He brought his arm over to the other end in hopes of feeling a certain Ice Princess on that side.
He hit a pillow.
He groaned angrily.
I thought she fell asleep here after the bet...
He heavily blinked twice before grabbing the phone beside the alarm clock. He brought it up in front of his face and clicked number two on speed dial. One was Tatsuki, three was Uryu.
He sloppily placed it against his ear and waited for someone to pick up.
The person picked up immediately.
"What do you want!" she yelled angrily.
"Where are you right now?" he asked.
"Me? I'm in my room. Is there a problem?" she said snappishly.
"Yes there is. Because I know you slept on my bed."
"No I didn't it." she instantly replied.
"If there is one thing I hate about myself and alcohol, that would be my memory." he replied seriously.
"And what do you mean by that?"
"No matter how drunk I get, I always remember everything that happens. So don't you lie to me Rukia Kuchiki."
She paused. "How do I know you're not bluffing?"
"I told you I thought you were pretty when we first met. I told you that I thought Renji was your stalker and that I was ready to beat him five ways from Sunday. I told you about my childhood, especially on how I cried whenever Tatsuki would beat my ass. I told you about the week I dated Orihime Inoue. And the most important would be about my times with Senna. I bawled it all to you. I'm not fucking around Rukia."
He heard her gulp heavily on the other end. "If your memory is so great and almighty then do pray tell me how someone such as myself would end up sleeping on your bed."
"You lost a drinking bet. I drank more shots than you within the given time. Since I won, you let me give you a massage with no qualms."
Rukia was cringing and frowning heavily on the other end as the memories flowed back through her head. "And why did you ask for that reward?"
He smirked even in his sleepy form. "I got to touch you with your consent."
"Bastard..." she seethed as even memories flooded in.
Ichigo yawned. "So that's that, come back here."
"No!"
"And why not, I'm willing to bet your freezing without me."
"I am not freezing, I am perfectly warm with my Chappy comforter thank you and I would also like to inform you that I happen to enjoy the cold."
"Is that so?" he replied amused.
"Yes, it is so. So can we drop the issue so I can go running today."
"No, I'll go running with you."
"No you won't. I won't let you." she replied angrily.
His head turned towards the door slowly due to several knocks emanating from it.
"Hear that?" she asked.
"Would that be you?" he asked sleepily.
"Yes, that would be me. Now remember that this place was built with only one bedroom. The bedroom you are staying in was formerly a stock room. I just converted it into a guest room. You with me so far? Or has your Neanderthal brain traveled father into an alternate dimension within another alternate dimension which resides in another alternate dimension."
"Shut up midget. Too much words in the morning. I'm just starting my hangover." he whined.
"Yeah, I thought so. Anyways, that means the lock of this room is outside rather than inside."
"Does that mean that in the unlikely event, I'd get locked in and I won't be able to get out?" he asked absentmindedly.
"Well yes. To be precise, it's what I'm doing right now." she replied with a sadistic tone.
"Wait... What!"
"I'm locking the door right now and I'm only unlocking it when I come back." she replied.
"You can't do that! What if I need to use the loo? Or worse, I feel the need to vomit!"
"Hold it in like a man then! If you can't help yourself then clean up after yourself okay."
Ichigo stood up from his lying position and made a beeline for the door. He gripped the doorknob to try and shake Rukia off. "What the hell is that suppose to mean midget!"
He vigorously turned the offending brass knob only to find it turning smoothly without the least bit of resistance. He had to blink twice as he looked out the hallway to find no trace of the midget anywhere. He ran out to check her room, the stock room, the extra room, downstairs and so on and so forth and was unable to find any trace of her Chappiness. He scowled heavily as he clutched his head with one hand and went back upstairs.
"Damn that bitch, you're the one who's bluffing dammit!" he roared out angrily.
"She already left... And what was up with that dream. Did I dream about her this time?"
He was baffled as he leaned against a random wall in the hallway and lowered his head. He sighed.
"Damn midget, since when did you start taking the role of Senna in my dreams... Not once in three years, have my dreams changed. Why now?"
Rukia ran through the trail in one single conclusive burst easily outrunning all the early bird runners on that day. She had most probable scared a few runners as she suddenly shot passed them. She stopped at the end of the trail and climb up the small hill where she had that petty snow ball fight with Ichigo and lay down on the snow.
"It feels so nice to run with no restraints. If he came, he'd probably try to pull of another stunt and hold me back." she told herself.
I bet he's pissed now since I left before he could catch me. Or rather, maybe because it was because I threatened to lock the door. Regardless, he's pissed. The joke's on him now.
He deserves it for being such a miserable ass.
She sat up straight and watched the sun rise illuminating the place and making the snow dazzle underneath it. She smiled contently but then felt something tug at the back of her mind.
Something's missing in the picture, she thought.
She shrugged off the odd feeling before a certain head of orange seeped into her mind and stood up so that she could descend down the hill. Maybe she could buy him a muffin as an apology. Though, he won't be very forgiving... That's for sure. He was bound to think of some form of punishment which would indeed be torture.
An image of handcuffs flashed throughout Rukia's mind in an instant.
Rukia shook her head vigorously and continued to run down the hill. She slipped her earphones to her ears and played a song as she was enjoying the cold morning.
Yes she had an iPod. She forced Ichigo to buy it for her yesterday. She had always wanted one but she never had the time to buy it and sometimes she would simply forget to. Well in Rukia's case, it's technically free to her but not free to Ichigo. He had to pay for it.
Ah well, the iPod and a new Mac laptop. She forced him to buy it all. The new laptop sure beats her old one which was practically falling apart due to a virus. Trojan was it?
Rukia ran with an upbeat no vocals song. She quickly rounded the curb only to bump into something hard. She stumbled and landed on her behind.
"Ouch!"
Rukia cringed as she tried to feel her butt. That was pretty painful landing on it. Especially when one bumps into something hard.
"Hey... You okay there?" a rough calloused voice called out to her.
Where have I heard that voice before?
She took of her earphones and stuffed it in the same pocket where her iPod was before taking the stranger's hand. He pulled her up and picked up her wallet for her.
"Here you go lady, be more careful-" he said before looking at her.
His light blue eyes shot open as he stared at her.
That light blue hair... And that ridiculous hairstyle...
"G-Grimmjow... You are Grimmjow right? Grimmjow Jaegerjaques?" she croaked as he hand slowly slid to her mouth in shock.
His hand was still holding her wallet, his gaze remained unwavering. "R-Rukia... It's you..."
"H-hey... It's been a while hasn't it Grimmjow." she said rather awkwardly.
"Y-yeah... Eight years to be exact." he replied somewhat startled as he looked at her but then quickly looked away.
He still looked the same. He still kept his hair in that hairstyle she always found ridiculous even though he repetitively told her it was cool. She wasn't completely sure but if she wasn't mistaken his physique had seemed to be larger than before. He was more muscular now, based on his arms. He still kept those red linings near his eyes. The only thing that remained unchanged where those straightforward light blue eyes of his. He was still as handsome as ever.
"How have you been these past years?" she asked reluctantly.
"Nothing special. Nothing that would be of interest to the Kuchiki Princess." he replied arrogantly as his head tilted further away from her.
So his habit of hiding his embarrassment via crude words hasn't changed.
"There's nothing I would find uninteresting when it comes to old friends." she chuckled at the familiar habit.
His rigid form loosened up and he had begun to breath at steadier pace. "I finally managed to earn a spot on the SFX team of Las Noches Studios." he mused.
"Wow... To think you were just a donut boy eight years ago." Rukia joked in attempts to lighten the mood.
His head snapped at her. "It's not donut boy, it's called intern!" he snapped at her.
"Yeah yeah... Same thing. But I thought you wanted storyboard." she replied hopefully. She had hoped she had the ability to keep the conversation going and not hit an awkward moment.
"Yeah, but SFX sounded more appealing. Isn't it cool to make all that CGI?" he replied, his voice had begin to sound more enthusiastic.
"Knowing you. You'd keep transferring from department to department until your finally seated on the director's chair." she stated as though it were fact.
"How very true. Now what have you been up to short stuff?" he asked oh so very rudely.
"Oh nothing much. I just finally opened a coffee shop." she stated sarcastically.
"Seriously? I can't believe your ass of a brother let you get away with it. I'm confident in the fact that he hated me." he said nonchalantly as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"I manage. So have you found someone special during these eight years?" she asked nervously. The question simply escaped her lips without her thinking about it.
He resumed to being stiff and rigid. "Ah... Well... Not exactly. W-why do you asked." he said with an awkward laugh.
"I was just thinking to myself that someone such as yourself has some lovely person who loves you." she said rather warmly.
He blushed. "Well, I figured as much. I haven't found her yet." he said as he scratched the back of his head.
"Then keep looking. There's bound to be someone for you." she replied.
Silence fell. The atmosphere had been so awkward. Why wouldn't it be awkward, he was her ex. Her ex-boyfriend. That was so long ago... They were young. Eight years should have deleted and eradicated any lingering sentiments right? Though perhaps this was natural. They have never spoken to each other upon breaking up.
"H-hey Rukia. I know we're all kinda busy so I was hoping that... If you like. Er..."
"Have dinner? To do some catching up?"
"Yeah... Precisely!" he blurted as he pointed a finger at her. Before turning red that is.
"Precisely? What an unGrimmjow thing to say." she laughed.
"Sh-shut up. My vocabulary changed in eight years!" he retorted.
"But you still haven't changed Grimmjow." she said.
"Uh, yeah. How bout I just pick you up at your cafe. Your pick." he said with his usual informalness.
"Alright later then." she said. She couldn't let her past relationship get in the way of earning another friend. Seeing as though her circle of friends wasn't very large.
Grimmjow was still halfway saying goodbye to her when a hand had gripped her arm pulling her to whomever's side it was. She looked up to find a certain infuriating handsome face minus the usual irritating shade of orange. It was red today.
"Ichigo. What do you think you're doing. Rather, what are you doing here..." she growled at him as she tore his hand off her arm.
He glared at the light blue haired man dangerously. "Who's he." he stated in a way that didn't suggest it was a question.
Grimmjow scowled and walked towards Ichigo. "Does it matter? What's it to you punk?" he said matching Ichigo's tone.
"That's none of your business." Ichigo scoffed. "Come on Rukia. You went over your usual time."
Rukia snarled. "Don't pull me you self absorbent tangerine headed bastard."
"Me and Rukia are trying to have a conversation. You happen to be in the way so buzz off!" he growled at Ichigo.
"Rukia has things to do. Your keeping her from doing her job." he retorted.
"Oh yeah! Who are you to know about Rukia's job!" he growled like a panther.
Rukia slapped his hand off of her. "I can make an exception Ichigo, Kiyone's got it covered." she seethed before turning to Grimmjow.
"And you!" she said with an angry finger startling Grimmjow. "He's actually right, I'm off my schedule so you also don't have the right to say such things as well." she snarled as she glared at both of them.
"Are we clear?" she asked impatiently.
"Crystal." Ichigo replied sarcastically.
"Yeah... Whatever." Grimmjow replied mimicking Ichigo's tone.
Rukia smiled. "Excellent."
She went to Grimmjow. "Just so you know, my number hasn't changed." she stated sweetly. Before Grimmjow responded, Rukia had already beat him to it. "I know you probably thought I did change my number so when you bought a new phone or something you failed to pass on the number. Am I right?"
"Are you psychic?"
"No sadly. If that were the case I'd be pissed 24/7 listening to that dimwit's thoughts." she replied as she pointed to Ichigo.
Grimmjow snorted at the comment while Ichigo glared at the floor.
"Since it's been a while, I'll be nice today so give me your phone." she told Grimmjow nicely as she outstretched her hand.
Grimmjow tried to hide the surfacing grin on his face but managed enough self restrain not to blow this opportunity as he handed his phone.
She took it and began inputing her number in the mechanical thing.
Meanwhile, Grimmjow and Ichigo were engaged in a glaring contest. Rukia noticed the fight and cleared her throat threateningly. Both men complied to avoid her wrath.
Rukia returned the phone back to Grimmjow with a smile before going back to Ichigo just to deliver a painful jab to the gut before grabbing his ear and dragging him off to who knows where. They finally disappeared from Grimmjow's line of sight leaving the man somewhat dazed.
"Damn... I'm not dreaming right? That really was Rukia." he muttered to himself in a breath.
Seems like all that wishing finally paid off. I got to see her again.
Rukia came running back with Ichigo. She pulled out her keys in a fit of rage as she unlocked the door as though she were stabbing someone. Namely Ichigo. She slammed the door open and rushed upstairs stomping leaving Ichigo downstairs unable to register what Rukia had done. It had all been a flash or a blur.
She came back downstairs, uniform and all and had begun her morning preparations. Though her preparations were more suitable for a public execution. For Ichigo. The way she wiped the glasses was like she was trying to skin a fish, in this case, the fish would be Ichigo. Then she had begun to plug all the necessary appliances but the way she held the plugs was the way one would hold a Taser.
Horrified at the sight, Ichigo could find no solution but to make amends. A much as it hurt his pride to do so.
"Hey Rukia, I'm sorry for earlier. I just lost my temper." he said with a sorry attempt at sincerity.
"Tell that to him." she ruthlessly replied.
Ichigo ignored the popping vein on his forehead. "Come on, will you please look at me. At least."
She did look at him. But she didn't just give him the infamous Kuchiki glare. She gave him a combination of the Rukia and Byakuya glare.
Shit that's scary.
"Look, I'm really really sorry. Tell me what to do to make it up to you." he begged.
"Well for starters, you can go around in public with that crappy orange hair of yours and announce to the whole world that you're gay." she replied coldy.
This was going nowhere, Ichigo thought irritatedly.
He strode up to the counter heavily.
"Rukia." he called out with a certain level of intensity.
Her head snapped in his direction accompanied with her threatening glare. In that moment, he had surged forward and caught her cold lips.
It didn't take him very long to get her moving because after intentionally kissing her so slowly he gave her no other alternative but to accelerate the kiss herself. He was going to tease her for that later. Tongue first, he sloppily told himself as his tongue had left his mouth.
He found no resistance. He quickly clashed with her with a sense of urgency. No matter how many times he kissed her, the taste of her would always intoxicate him. She was like a drug, his personal drug. Ecstasy or Heroine could never come close. Though it's not like he took any, just a figure of speech. He didn't know what flavor she was, all he knew was that she was absolutely and delicious. He left her mouth for a short while just to get air but as soon as he left her mouth she had accidentally let a whimper slip.
He smirked as he surged forward once more reclaiming her now warm lips. He left her mouth, but only to begin an open mouthed onslaught upon her neck. She moaned as he kissed her neck. Strangely, he knew where to kiss, where to lick and where to bite. The pleasure had only increased as Rukia had allowed his name to escape her lips unintentionally. This only served to encourage him to kiss her more.
Rukia had suddenly shoved Ichigo and broke his leaning form over the counter visibly pissing him off until he noticed that they had an early morning visitor. Ichigo hadn't really minded the visitor but he was positive Rukia had been secretly praying that said visitor didn't see anything.
Too late, he saw it all.
In a red blur, Ichigo found himself pinned against the nearest wall courtesy of a certain Renji Abarai. Murder was written all over his face. Murder and a whole lot of unpleasant things.
"You shithead! What the hell are you doing to my best friend! Are you trying to pull something off? he yelled as he slammed Ichigo against the wall. So all that muscle of his wasn't just for show.
"Renji, drop him." Rukia said dangerously as she placed one hand on Renji's arm.
"He... This bastard..." Renji seethed.
Ichigo didn't even try to glare back at him. He wasn't worth it. "What's it to you Abarai?"
"Oh, you remembered my name. I'm flattered." Renji snarled.
"I know you can't forget my mine. Does it matter who Rukia kisses? It's a free country and I don't recall you ever owning her. Why so possessive Abarai?" he replied provokingly.
"Because, I don't want to see my best friend be ruined by jerks like you!" Renji growled at Ichigo.
"And you're the one who gets to decide if someone who gets close to Rukia will ruin her or not?"
"Because I know her better than anyone else." Renji replied.
"Really, even more than Momo?" Ichigi replied with a raised brow.
Renji fell silent before maxing up his glare. "That's..."
"What you think is an insult to Rukia." Ichigo told him harshly. "She doesn't need your protection Abarai. She's a strong woman who can stand on her own two feet. You'll just hold her back."
Renji finally dropped Ichigo. When Ichigo looked at Rukia, her face said it all. I think you went too far.
Ichigo's face had his reply written all over it. It's a wake up call.
Rukia nodded back in agreement. She could never have the guts to do what Ichigo did. She would just hold it in knowing that her opinion would hurt Renji.
"Hey Renji, don't take any offense to what Ichigo said okay? He didn't mean all of it." Rukia told Renji to console him. Who knew a few words could break him so easily.
"Yeah, I guess I went to far." Ichigo said as he stretched his arms. His real intention had been made clear to Rukia and both had a silent agreement to console the poor man.
"Ichigo, I know what you're thinking. Be nice to him for a day." Rukia scolded him.
"I'm beginning to agree with that ass. Are you psychic?" he said absentmindedly earning him a light glare.
"I'm still mad at you by the way. Kissing me won't change that." she scoffed.
"Yeah yeah, I so believe you." Ichigo replied sarcastically.
"Sarcastic bastard."
"I'll prove it to you later." he grinned.
Rukia blushed but turned away at the right timing. "I am seriously considering locking you in that room to decompose." she glared at fifty percent strength.
"Sure, I'll make sure to drag you with me." he smirked.
Rukia groaned at the one sided argument. Sad to say, she was the losing end. Where's Momo to even the odds? Oh wait, she'll side with Ichigo and tell her to get a boyfriend or at least get laid.
"Anyways... Do you want breakfast Renji. You don't need to pay. You're way before opening time." Rukia told Renji sweetly.
Why can't she be that sweet to me, Ichigo had commented once more.
"Yeah... I don't mind eating anything so it's your choice." Renji replied.
Rukia then shifted her vision towards Ichigo. "So what do you feel like eating today?" she asked him neutrally.
Ichigo cringed at the tone of her voice. Was this her form of payback?
"Bacon and eggs would do I guess." Ichigo replied in a carefree manner.
"Alright, you guys sit there." she told them before glaring at the both of them. "Behave."
And with that she went of to make that breakfast they all craved for.
"Kurosaki, just what exactly are you to Rukia?" Renji began to interrogate.
"Well Abarai... That's still confusing me." Ichigo replied. Emphasis on the Abarai.
Renji cringed. "Ugh, I'm not used to people calling me Abarai... How bout you just call me Renji and vice versa. Rukia would love that."
"Renji it is then." Ichigo stated.
"Anyways, why is it so confusing then?" Renji asked as he attempted to dissect the psyche of a potential rival. Better have a head start at the competition.
"I don't really get it. Most of the time, she's a bitch but then suddenly she would smile in the most unRukia way and I find myself in major doubt. Then she pisses me off and we would have another argument, before you know it... We're... What you witnessed earlier."
"Damn, that's messed up."
"Tell me about it, how bout you?"
"Me? It's just a childhood thing. I already knew her when we were just five. We were neighbors. Back then, Rukia didn't have any parents anymore. Hisana raised her. But I had to move. The next time I saw her, she was already a Kuchiki. We met again in middle school, not really middle school though. My middle school her high school. I knew she was smart but I guess she's actually a genius. Our school had elementary to high school education so we only met before school, recess lunch and dismissal. From then on, we were always in touch. No matter how much being a Kuchiki got in the way."
"Does that mean you knew Momo?"
"Ah not really. She moved in to my old place when I left. That's probably why they're friends. Rukia probably thought I was still there."
"That sounds pleasant." Ichigo commented.
"Yeah it was." Renji replied before fumbling around nervously.
Ichigo eyed him weirdly. Why was he acting all nervous now. Renji looked over to Ichigo and debated on whether he should ask or not.
"Uh... How do you know Arisawa..." he asked embarrassed.
Ichigo inwardly grinned. Goodbye Rukia crush, he snickered.
"Same as you. Childhood friend. We went to the dojo together. Nothing special. When I got my big break, she was the one who told me to accept it and even offered to be my manager. But she's excellent in business. She took a business course in college, with Rukia I think... Graduated with flying colors while managing me."
"I-I see."
Ichigo smirked. "Interested in her? I'll have you know she loves playing hard to get. Sometimes, it's sickening to look at. It's only amusing when she blows a guy off after so much flirting. Though I'm guessing she does that for fun. She used to be whole lot more tomboyish back then."
Renji gulped heavily. "Is that so?"
"It's fine though. She won't admit it but you're her favorite author." Ichigo mused. "She'll give you a shot."
"I wasn't asking for one." Renji retorted.
"Oh well, tell me when you feel like openly admitting it. I'll relay the message to Tatsuki." Ichigo grinned.
"Sh-shut up!" Renji yelled as his face had slowly turned to the shade of his hair. "What do you feel about Rukia then!" he said trying to do a quickl comeback.
Futile efforts my dear baboon, Ichigo thought evilly.
"I feel Rukia's special. Because of her, my everyday has never been dull. She relieves all the pent up stress I have from my job." Ichigo smiled. Beat that pineapple.
Ichigo could tell Renji was bitter. His shot for payback wasn't really good.
"That's not what I meant. Right now, my feelings for aren't as strong as before. So now I'm trying to be a big brother to her and asking you what you feel for her? She's delicate, if you're just playing around I won't let you off easy." Renji threatened.
With a confident smile, he looked at Renji. "I loathe her."
Renji was taken aback before smiling.
Rukia came walking back with a plate full of bacon eggs. She gave the two men plates and utensils and set the two plates of food in front of them. She left them only to come back with a hot mug of hot chocolate and a mug of coffee. Chocolate was for Ichigo, coffee for Renji. She returned to fetch her own plate and her own glass of iced tea.
Ichigo happily drank his chocolate like an excited little kid.
"Hot chocolate is your favorite? Renji asked.
"Yeah. It is."
Had they gotten so close that he didn't even need to tell Rukia what he wanted to drink? Renji thought.
Rukia sat with them and are breakfast with the two men.
They chatted like good friends all morning until Kiyone and Momo entered the scene along with a certain pineapple's target who was looking for Ichigo.
"Where are you going?" Momo asked Rukia as Rukia ran past Momo wearing her casual clothes and her purse. He white scarf flew as she shot past Momo.
"I'm just gonna have dinner with a friend." Rukia told Momo matter-of-factly.
"Do I know this friend?" Momo asked as she sipped her lovely tea.
"Yes you do, I don't have time to chat. He's lost." Rukia said as she gave Kiyone laa list of things to do while she was gone.
And on that note, she left.
"Hey Kiyone, how are you holding up there?" Momo asked noticing that Rukia had been leaving a lot lately throughout the week. Today was no exception. She didn't mind yesterday, she was on a date with Ichigo.
"Miss Rukia is making things too easy. Her morning prep consists of everything already. She just needs someone to man the shop." Kiyone sighed wondering if she was really working.
Ah, typical Rukia.
It was only then that Momo noticed a certain handsome orange headed actor pacing the room. He had worn blue contacts and a fake pair of glasses. By some diluted miracle, no one noticed his true identity. He seemed to be mumbling to himself like a patient in a mental institute. His face had been changing from pissed to worried and from worried to pissed. He would stuff his hands in his pockets before taking them out and then he'd put it back.
"Hey Ichigo, have you gotten your panties in a bunch?" Momo asked.
Ichigo shot her a glare before pacing around some more. "No, I haven't. I just can't stand it..." he seethed. "And I don't wear panties."
"Why are you pacing around?" Momo asked.
"Because!" he said as his pacing increased in speed. "She's with that guy! That guy looks like a friggin thug!"
"Guy? You know who Rukia's with right now?" Momo asked surprised.
"I think I do..." Ichigo replied angrily.
"Well then. Spit it out." Momo demanded.
"I don't know his name!" Ichigo replied.
"Any special features?"
"I dunno. Ridiculous blue hair. And ridiculous blue eyes. And those ridiculous red shit around his eyes. Do pray tell me that isn't what a thug should look like!"
"W-wait! Repeat your description!" Momo said wide eyed. As wide as a hysterical woman.
"Description? Well he has light blue hair that's like this." he replied as his hands went to the air and did an example of what it was like. "Then he sas these red linings around here." Ichigo said as he pointed towards the areas near his eyes. "And he's annoyingly rude."
Momo was speechless.
"Hey, earth to Momo." Ichigo said.
"Ichigo... Where did she see him?"
"I dunno. After she ditched me this morning I came running after her. Then I saw her talking to that punk all friendly like in the park. Know him?"
"I'm not too sure but... Based on what you said. That's Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. "
"Who's he?"
"Rukia's ex. Before Kaien." Momo stated after swallowing thickly.
"Hey Momo, do you mind going somewhere with me?" Ichigo demanded not asked.
Momo grinned. "Stalking are we?"
"No, we're just making sure she's fine. That jerk's her ex after all."
"If that's the way you want to put it then I won't mind. You two are just incredibly stubborn." Momo sighed.
Ichigo ran upstairs to grab a coat before dragging Momo out of the room.
Grimmjow was walking by Rukia's side feeling very embarrassed. He pulled up his scarf to hide his embarrassed face. How pathetic could he be getting lost. So not manly. He probably was giving the wrong impression again.
It doesn't matter. There was no fucking way he was going to blow this chance. Things are different now. There are no evil ex girlfriends to fuck everything up.
It's been eight years but she hasn't changed. The only thing that did was her face. She had grown more beautiful than ever. She was taller now. Before, she barely reached his chest without struggling. Now she effortlessly reached his shoulder. Still she was a midget. Her hair had grown longer, only slightly.
Her chest grew, he thought awkwardly.
And she's curvier...
I need to stop thinking that...
"Hey Grimmjow, you won't mind Italian would you?" Rukia asked oh so innocently. How very Rukia...
"No, not at all. You really don't need to ask cause eat anything as long as it's edible." he replied.
Rukia nodded at his reply as Rukia's phone vibrated. She grabbed her phone in one swift move. She unlocked the thing and checked her message.
From: Momo Hinamori
Subject: Ichigo
Hey Rukia, just like to inform you that Ichigo had dragged me out to stalk you. Don't mind us. ^_^
Rukia cringed and texted back.
From: Rukia Kuchiki
Subject: Re: Ichigo
Send him back! Wait... He won't go back even if I told him too... Tame him. When I go back, I want a leash on him when I come home. :(
After she was sure Momo got the message her phone rang. This time, someone really was calling. Rukia clicked a button and put the phone against her ear.
"Rukia."
"Yes Momo..."
"He's out with orange. All he has are blue eyes and glasses... He's attracting attention. Though they don't know it's he's as actor, the girls are hitting on him Rukia... Then I get passed of as his his girlfriend who isn't as outstanding as him." Momo whined. "What if Toshiro catches wind of this Rukia? How will I cope with the embarrassment?"
"Momo, calm down. It's just Ichigo. I'll regret saying this but you need to remind him of his... objective. He'll stay focused trust me. And tell him that about my wrath and what he's bound to experience. That will keep him in line okay?"
"You make it sound like I'm babysitting your pet."
"Because that's what he is. Bye Momo."
"Yeah, bye..."
Then Rukia closed her phone.
She scowled heavily almost rivaling Ichigo's scowl and had begun to stomp with every step scaring Grimmjow.
"Hey... Rukia, who was that?" he asked terrified.
Rukia made a quick comeback by pulling off a sweet smile. "It's nothing to be concerned about."
Grimmjow gulped heavily. "If you say so."
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"What's up with her smiling so angelically towards him..." Ichigo seethed as he was halfway through breaking the telephone pole he was hiding behind.
Momo blatantly sighed. "Don't you mean 'why can't she smile like that to me?'"
Ichigo shot her a glare before directing the glare to the man next to her.
"I thought you hated her."
"If he breaks her heart I'd have nothing to hate."
"So you need someone to hate, you're messed up."
"That's what Renji told me."
"You guys are friends now?"
"Temporary truce. For Rukia."
"How sweet."
He shot her another glare.
"If you want to glare at me, do a better job. The only glare I fear is her brother's"
"Fan-fucking-tastic."
"Ichigo Kurosaki, stalking Kuchiki Princess. That would make for excellent headlines don't you think?"
"Kuchiki Princess, heart broken by thug."
"Ichigo Kurosaki, Caught Stalking Renowned Kuchiki Princess And Will Be Castrated By Business Mogul And Brother Byakuya Kuchiki."
Ichigo glared at her. "Castrated!"
"I heard it was pretty painful. Or would you rather have Rukia castrate you?"
"Neither."
"Momo, I found their restaurant."
"If you're gonna stalk them, do it properly." Momo groaned as she forcibly placed a ski cap on his head and dragged him to the restaurant.
Grimmjow couldn't help but feel nervous. His palms were sweating and his heart was beating erratically. Shit, he just didn't know what to do. His feelings for her haven't changed in the very least. He thought he'd be over her by now but then the circumstances of their break up weren't exactly the best and nothing was resolved. He broke up with her because he was scared of hurting her. Actually, it ended up hurting him more. He could tell by the way she spoke and looked at him, she moved on. Well of course she did you idiot, he scolded himself.
Why else would she get a fiancé after him...
Yeah he kept tabs on the Kuchiki Princess.
Oh God, he's acting like a virgin, he thought horrified after thinking about what he had been thinking.
He glanced at her discreetly. She's not pretty. She's gorgeous, oh what the hell...
"Is there something on my face?" she asked innocently.
Oh crap, he was staring. "It's nothing. I was just thinking about something. Just dazed off." he replied.
"If you say so." she replied.
Does she not realize the effect she has on him? Fate, I wasn't ready...
They were silent. What a great way to start. But how could he start a conversation when she looked like she was ready to murder her phone. She seemed to glare at the thing and whenever it vibrated, she'd scowl even deeper. Grimmjow hoped it wasn't some dumb fuck stalking her with texts.
"Hey Rukia, how have the past eight years been to you specifically?"
Answer me please, for Christ's sake.
"Well... They've been good I guess." she replied.
"Anything special?"
"Well... I've lost someone important to me. I quit law and now I'm just a simple proprietor of a coffee shop... Oh and I met this ass who's been deliberately pissing me off everyday. Other than that, I'm good."
"Speaking of an ass. Who was that guy at the park?" Grimmjow asked bluntly.
"Him? He's a rude, selfish, unappreciative freeloader." Rukia scoffed.
"Freeloader?"
"His apartment caught on fire so I'm letting him stay with me until his repairs are done. Though all he's done lately is cause trouble for me..." Rukia said bitterly.
"W-wait... He's staying with you?"
"Yeah... He's a special case so the best place for him to stay was my place." she replied.
"Isn't weird that you both are under the same roof. Is he trying to do anything weird or anything to you?" Grimmjow asked in a worried tone.
Rukia's face slightly turned red as all the lovely memories shot through her head. The party, the day he started living here, after playing video games, in the bathroom, on a coffee table, against a tree, at their dat- er... outing. Oh, and this morning too in front of Renji.
She swallowed thickly. "I'm keeping him in line."
Your blush says otherwise, he thought sadly.
The waitress came with their drinks. She gave Rukia the evil look and she grinned at Grimmjow before winking an eye at him. Rukia saw that Grimmjow was ready to puke.
Grimmjow drank his orange drink angrily.
"Orange Juice?"
"I'm taking in a lot vitamin c..." he replied.
"Whatever for?"
"I feel a sore throat coming up. I hate sore throats. Hopefully it won't fully turn out to be a sore throat." he said. "Why do you ask?"
"It's nothing... Oranges give me headaches..." Rukia said with a distant look.
"Orange? Why?"
Ah.. Must think of excuse...
"You know that actor Ichigo Kurosaki?" she asked.
"Yeah, who doesn't?"
"Well, he happens to be the actor I hate the most. I just find his hair awfully infuriating."
"Well yeah I guess. It's natural though."
"That's why I find it odd." she replied and openly enjoyed the fact she could diss the man in public.
"I guess that's odd but you have no idea how many women dig his hair. The girls he chase should be grateful. Of all the women to chase he chose to chase whomever. I dunno."
"If he wishes to get the girl, he should change his wooing methods."
"Wooing methods? Well no one knows what exactly it is he does but I guess you can imagine."
"Yes, I've heard he enjoys openly kissing people without their consent."
"Really? That sounds wrong... Well that depends on the girl."
"For example?"
"I dunno, I have no idea what his tastes are. I just hope they're better than Orihime Inoue."
I sure as hell am better. Though I'm not saying he's chasing me. I'm just saying I've got more class than that girl.
"Speaking if which, that guy with red hair looks like Ichigo Kurosaki. And he lives with you right? Does he wear orange dye to piss you off?" he laughed.
Nah, he pisses me off in his natural dyeless hair.
"Yeah, he does. Nothing good comes out of him."
"Well, there's always good in every person..." he replied taking an optimistic persoective.
"I guess he does have his good points. He took me out on a whim and gave me a, one of the very few no stress, day. He can be pretty funny when he tries. He... I dunno... Since I met that ass, it hasn't been so dull." she said with an involuntary smile.
Then their food came accordingly followed by the waitress's envious glare towards Rukia. They had begun to dig in.
"Rukia... Do you like him?" he asked bluntly.
Rukia nearly choked and vomited. "Excuse me?"
"I said, do you like him?"
"Hell no... I'd rather kiss a monkey than ever like him." she instantly retorted.
Rukia... You smile said otherwise. Damn I'm so stupid... Trying to get a second shot at her was stupid. Why had I hoped her heart was vacant. I was over eight years ago. I screwed up and she has moved on since then. I have no place here. Knowing her, I'd give her one more week to notice her feelings.
Grimmjow smiled. I remember now... That's what she looks like when she's in love... Dazzling. Her eyes sparkling. Her smile genuinely soft and warm. Her tone, alive. Her face glowing. Though coupled with her stubbornness, one can tell.
He spotted a familiar face on the opposite table. The man had orange hair and he was eating with... Hinamori?
Wait orange hair, and with that face. Don't tell me that's Ichigo Kurosaki! She's in love with Ichigo Kurosaki! And he's... chasing her! Oh shit...
"Hey Rukia... That guy earlier. What's his name?" he asked casually hoping to get her to say it accidentally while she was so preoccupied with her heavenly Marsala.
He still remembered how to get straight answers from her.
"Him? His name's Ichigo Kurosaki..." she mumbled before freezing completely and covering her mouth.
"Ah no! I mean Ichigo Hanasaki!" she amended quickly.
"Rukia... You don't need to lie. I figured it out already."
"Oh crap... You won't tell the press will you? I hate cameras..." she said bitterly.
"Of course. Who do you take me for?" he replied confidently.
"That's good then." she said relieved.
"So what's he like as a person."
"Rude... Calling me a midget and other insulting stuff. Kis- touching me when I don't want any of his testosterone germs on me. Inconsiderate. A complete ass. He's only nice to his sisters and his manager. Not that I mind, I like Tatsuki and his sisters as a matter of fact."
"You met his sisters?"
"He took me to their restaurant to keep my mood happy and not pissed. It's only natural that he doesn't want me pissed. He also got me a Chappy mug... Though it's more like forced him to buy it. He does have tons of money to spare."
"I sure bet he does."
And with that, they ate and conversed about a whole lot of other things.
Momo smiled as she bit into her Risotto. Rukia hasn't talked about anyone in that manner before. She was proud. Who cares if she likes a certain actor?
Though Ichigo there looks like he's about to break the table. Was it the insults? Or maybe it's just plain jealousy. Ah well... As long as it's over Rukia she couldn't care less. Just fuck the friggin guy already...
These two are so cute yet so so tiring. Ah well, I know Shiro's available tonight, she mentally giggled.
Sigh... Oh well. If all their feelings are pent up to the max, would their relationship be a little extra... er what's a good word. Ah well who the hell cares.
All Momo wanted was for Rukia to be happy. Rukia was the reason why she knew Toshiro Hitsugaya. Shiro was supposed to send flowers to Rukia as an apology for fucking up that day's trial. Instead, the flowers went to a different address. Momo's address.
If it weren't for Rukia and her infamous temper Momo would be single and she would've probably jumped Ichigo already.
"I can't take it anymore. Let me hit the guy!" Ichigo begged.
"No, Rukia's gonna get pissed!" Momo reasoned.
"Ah who the fuck cares! I'll just make it up to her one way or another!" he replied.
"Well it is true that if you do give her a kiss to remember she'd forget about her anger. Though that depends on the person. If she loves you she'd forgive you. But she doesn't or something like that so tough luck..." she said. She couldn't tell Ichigo that Rukia did like him.
He glared at her.
"You deny my talent?"
"Of course not. But Rukia actually does believe in love and not mindless making out you Pompous..." Momo replied in a sigh.
"She does?"
"Why else would she date?"
"Point taken." he said.
"Sigh... You should see her smile when she's in love. It's enough to cure cancer."
Ichigo's lips curved upwards. "I think I'd like to see that."
"How long will they take?" he added.
"I'd say about ten more minutes knowing her." Momo replied.
She was right. Ten minutes later, Grimmjow called for their bill.
"Momo, let's move." he said as he asked for their bill as well.
"Roger that."
"Rukia. I had wanted to see you. For eight years. I had wanted to see." he confessed as they walked back to the cafe. "I didn't like the way it ended."
"Trust me. Neither did I..."
"You know... He said. "My feelings haven't changed. I've wanted to see you just so that I could tell you that I love you. Make you mine again..." he said whole heartedly before sighing. "I was being stupid. You're in love with that actor... I shouldn't have hoped."
Rukia's eyes widened but then softened. "I'm sorry I can't return your feelings anymore. But, I'm not in love with him."
"Trust me Rukia. You are. I can tell..."
"But-"
He grabbed her neck and kissed her forehead. "Trust me. I know what you look like when you love someone."
"Grimmjow... I don't get it. He's a complete and utter asshole..." she said, her voice cracking up. "But then he does these things... It makes my heart so warm... Just so warm. I don't understand it anymore. I hate him with all my heart." she cried out leaning into his chest. "Then he does something to make me hate him more. It pisses me off."
"Shh... Its fine Rukia. Take your time. I got you these." he said as he got something from his pocket. "They're special VIP tickets to Chappy Land. There are two so choose the right person to bring with you."
"Chappy Land... You should give these to someone more important."
"Right now you're important. And I want you to stop moping around Kaien."
"You know about Kaien?" she sniffed as she looked at him.
"I've been watching you."
"That's awfully sweet of you. I thought you hated stalkers."
"It's not stalking. It's called watching over. You know, like a guardian angel." he cracked up a joke.
She laughed at his epic fail of an attempt.
They finally stopped at her beloved coffee shop. "Hey Grimmjow. You should stop by. I'll make your first visit on the house." she said with a smile. "Just don't get lost this time..."
"Shut will you?" he smiled back.
"And good luck." he added before making his cool exit.
"What do you mean by that!" she yelle at him.
He only waved at her before walking away even further.
She sighed fitfully before stomping around. "Ichigo Kurosaki! You insufferable bastard! Get your fucking ass here!" she shouted angrily.
Ichigo reluctantly stepped out of his hiding spot with Momo.
"How did you find out?"
"None of your business." she scoffed as she stabbed the key into the keyhole. "Get in." she commanded. "You can go home Momo. I think Toshiro is waiting for you."
Momo's face lit up and had begun to rush back to her own apartment.
Once they were in she opened at least one light and ordered him to sit down.
"Ichigo Kurosaki! Why the hell did you follow me!" she shouted.
"Because..."
"Because what!"
He stood up and pinned Rukia to her spot. His arms were stopping her from escaping him. "I was jealous okay? I didn't like seeing you with that guy." he confessed.
Rukia took this in surprised. Surprised as hell. "Please tell me your bluffing."
"No I'm not. Lately, I've found myself dreaming. It was always Senna whom I dreamed of but then you... You replaced her. I didn't understand. You were stuck in head that it was driving me insane." he said as he leaned closer to her.
"I've realized... That I love your smile. So much that I'd kill to see it. I love your hair, it's so beautiful when it falls upon your shoulders. I love your scent and I'd think I'd die when I'm not breathing it. I love your laugh, you have no idea how much it makes my stomach do somersaults. I love your eyes, not even the brightest star compares to it. I love it how you love Chappy, it's just so cute. I love your lips. They're so perfect and so completely delicious. Your taste, I cannot live without. Your skin is just so perfectly soft and creamy even though you think it's unattractively pale. I love it how your body is just perfect the way it is. Especially your ass, it's been bothering me from the start. I love how you hate me. Strange as it is, I find your personality so sexy."
He was now a centimeter away from capturing her lips.
"I love how I'm in love with you Rukia Kuchiki." he smirked as he took her lips.
He ravaged her lips. He ate her completely. He attacked her sensually. It just felt so good. Too good. It was mind blowing and breath stealing. He thrusted his tongue in her mouth and she quickly attended to his tongue. Rukia was being awfully aggressive. But he liked it. He could feel her pulse racing. Her breath short. Her taste was just so addicting.
Rukia found his taste so masculine. So dominating that she could feel the goosebumps surfacing. She felt a sudden shot of adrenaline and lust coursing through her body. She pulled his shirt to pull him closer. She held his head and tilted her head to kiss him further as his body pressed against her. The air was hot with what they were doing. All she could think about was ripping that shirt off so that she could officially see that God-like body he possessed.
That was her thought until he stopped kissing her to go to her ear.
"I remember that comment you made about how bad my acting was." he said hotly. "Well... What do you think of my acting?" he said as he suddenly put a good distance between them.
Her heart had begun to constrict painfully. Acting? He was fucking acting!
"Hahaha how very funny Ichigo. Great, the joke's on me now." she said seriously. Seriously hurt and offended.
"Yeah... I respect your acting. I almost believed. Congratulations Ichigo, you got me." she cried out as tears welled up in her eyes. She wiped them away as he stomped of to her room.
Ichigo was proud at first until he accidentally dropped his heart cracking it. I... Went too far this time...
Rukia had to stop her crying. If this happened before she'd have punched him and yelled at him. But no, she had gone too far deep. She had slowly let him get to her. Crap, why the fuck are you crying Rukia. You're not suppose to cry, you're supposed to plan your fucking revenge to make him miserable.
Yes revenge...
I hate him even more...
"Rukia... I'm sorry... I went too far." his cracked voice said. He had managed to slip in her room.
"Too far? No shit, of course you did!"
"Look. I'm sorry. If it'll make you feel better. I'll leave. I'll go pack my bags and leave. I'll just stay at a private hotel." he said.
"Your acting again."
"You can watch me leave. I won't bother you again..." he said facing the door. He was seriously prepared to drop out of her life. That is until he felt her tug his shirt.
"Wait... Don't go..." she whimpered.
"But... I'm hurting you. And you haven't even gotten over Kaien yet."
"Please... You idiot. I'm... I'm in love with you too. The thought of you leaving me scares me. It scares me so much." she cried out as she grasped his shirt.
"Rukia..." he said as he face her this time. He cupped her face and kiss her once softly. "I'm so so sorry for what I k just did..."
"I don't know if I do love you. But I'll try..."
Rukia grabbed his face and brought it down to eye level. She kissed him and had allowed him to control it. This time, it was tender. He grabbed her waist as he sly digits entangled with his hair. She had put her tongue in and was allowed to take control for once. She dominated the kiss, tasting every single inch of him. Memorizing every part of his mouth.
He lifted her and dropped her on her own bed and carried on with kissing her. He went for her neck. Her weak spot. He knew how much she moaned whenever he touched her there. This was driving him nuts. Especially when she had begun to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. Once the dreaded thing was off, she caught him by surprised and flipped him over. She had begun to run her fingers over his body as she straddled him at where it counted. She played with his brown nipples before biting and sucking them. Wherever she touched was on fire.
She took his lips. Her breasts against his chest, a flimsy fabric had obscured contact. One hand had begun to unbutton his jeans. Once the deed was don she pulled down the zipper. She slipped her hand in and played with his cocked. He groaned at the pressure until he felt something cold brace his free wrist. Then he felt a staggering pain on his cock. Shit it was fucking painful.
"What the fuck Rukia!" he gasped.
He looked to his right to find that her had been handcuffed to her bed and also had realized she had punched his most sensitive area.
"It's called acting. You should learn it sometime." she said as she stood up and approached the door. "I'll just leave you here to your own devices." she said smugly.
"But hey, if you jack off, please clean up..." she warned teasingly as she exited the door. "I'll just sleep in another guest room tonight."
"Goodnight Ichigo."
And with that the door was clothes.
"What the fuck!" he cursed.
She's leaving me in the cold without a t-shirt nor a blanket! And while I'm still feeling a little... That bitch. Curse her to hell. She played him like a fool! Well he did deserve it but still!
And here I thought she really meant it.
He sighed. "Classic Rukia."
I really did hurt her though. Forgive me Kaien... I don't know you that well but I owe you an apology.
"I forgive you... After all, you're better than me."
Ichigo's eyes shot open and looked around frantically. "Am I hearing things. There's no way I can hear him from here... He's like ten miles away at the Karakura General Hospital." Ichigo said bewildered.
From a cold sterile room. A smile surfaced on the comatose patient's face.
AN: I am so terribly sorry. Super sorry. Please forgive me! I'll commit Seppuku right now! I made you guys wait an j had writer's block! And that stupid stupid Error Type 2! I hate that error but I can bypass it now...
I'm so sorry. I never plan a story. I just think as I go and before I knew it. It had turn out like this. I'm sorry for this chapter's Ichigo. Honestly.
You might hate him now! Sob...
I'm sorry... So so sorry... Gosh I sound like Ichigo.
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Sigh... IchiHimes should realize there is no chance for Orihime. After that bleach ending: Song For by Rookiez is Punk'd there is no denying the IchiRuki love. I mean... Ichigo is always with her or looking at her. So on and so forth. I can't stop watching it again.
Songs:
Chain: BACK-ON
I was replaying Glow over and over again... I think I memorize it now...
So yes. Please forgive me... I will now commit Seppuku with my dull Sode no Shirayuki Replica...
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