Umm… Hello everyone! I'm so sorry that I took so long updating! I guess I just didn't since there were so many finals and other stuff at school that I just never found the time! But, now that it is summer, I'm free! Sort of, I've got homework, but I still have more time to write! So, here it is! I'm really sorry if this is really bad and doesn't make sense! I'm trying to get back into my schedules! Anyway, thank you guys soooo much for reviewing the last chapter! You guys are the best! Thank you! I hope that you guys continue to read and review! Please and thank you!

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Mission Impossible

Chapter 11: Prude

"So, how long are you going to continue to breathe down my neck?

Rukia asked venomously, without turning her head, to the person breathing down her neck. She could practically feel the heat of his body radiating off of him and seeping into her clothes. Way too close. This man clearly never heard of personal space, but she could faintly remember him pulling this sort of thing earlier. Yet, this time, she didn't quite pull away.

"As long as I feel the need to breath down your neck." This time his breath tickling the back of her ear, slightly blowing on the loose strands there. Now that was way too close.

"That's enough! I put up with you long enough! You did that on purpose! Get out, you Pervert!" Rukia fired at him, finally stepping on his foot and elbowing him in the stomach. He let out a groan and recoiled away from her, far enough for her to feel cold air instead of his heated body.

Ichigo threw his hands in the air, a smirk playing on his lips, "I have no idea what you are talking about! What could you possibly be referring to?"

Rukia finally turned around, waving the chocolate covered spoon in his face, "You know what you did!"

"No, no I don't know what you're talking about!"

"You're shitty way of creepy seduction!" Rukia yelled, getting into Ichigo's face.

"Hey! Like hell its shitty! It's better than any type of seduction you could do!" Ichigo argued, angry at the thought that he was shitty in such a way.

This time, Rukia's mouth curved upward and her eyelids dropped low, "So, you were trying to seduce me? How shameless. I thought you didn't like me."

"Don't be stupid," Ichigo said, leaning his back against a clean counter top, "Why would I want to seduce a midget like you?"

"No, you shouldn't be stupid!" Rukia walked closer to him, "You flat out told me you were seducing me!"

His eyelids dropped slightly making his liquid amber eyes more smoldering than usual before he asked quietly, "And what if I am?"

The look on his face had the power to stop anyone's heart from beating. And it did. Suddenly, the air in the classroom just seemed a little too dense than usual.

"Umm… Rukia, I saw Orihime Inoue leave a little while back, so I thought it would be alright to come back now… If you know," the girl that Rukia had been teaching came into the classroom, her sentence interrupted by her own cough and reddening face, "if you you're not busy."

Rukia blinked rapidly, turning her head to the door as she backed away from Ichigo far enough until her back hit the opposite counter she had been previously cooking out, "I am so sorry, Maki! I'm not busy, we're going to get that cake done! Why don't we get started now?"

Maki stared a little longer before ultimately shrugging, "Alright! I'm sorry for intruding!" She then went running for more ingredients.

"I guess, I have to go. Unless, you want to give me cooking classes too." Ichigo said, getting up from his spot on the counter. Rukia glared at him, "Only in your dreams."

"Maybe, I will." Ichigo walked over to Rukia and placed a large hand on her head, effectively ruffling up her hair, "I was only kidding, Rukia."

"About what?" Rukia asked, a slight edge to her voice as she swatted his hand away and began to comb her fingers through her now messy hair. Ichigo shrugged, "I don't know." Just as he said that, he turned his back, waving his hand to her in his poor way of saying bye. Maki passed him, carrying more bars of chocolate, "Good luck with your cooking."

Maki stopped suddenly, her face flushing with color as she stared at the back of Ichigo's back as he left the room, "Oh my God, Captain Kurosaki just said good luck to me. He said good luck! Oh my God, I'm going to die!" Like every girl that's ever laid eyes on him, she launched in to fan-girl mode, you could practically see her eyes form hearts and sparkles and little hearts just covering her.

Rukia rolled her eyes as she finished fixing her hair and moved to wash her hands, "I'm going to need to put up a new no fan-girl over 'Captain Kurosaki' rule in this classroom."

Maki quickly spun around and gaped at the thought of something so cruel, "No! I'm sorry! I'll try not to do that in your presence!" The girl then began furiously ripping the wrappers of the chocolate and chopping before Rukia could think anymore of such a rule. Rukia dried her hands and made a small noise of approval as the girl began scooping the chocolate into a bowl.

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"That was unbelievably lame."

Ichigo closed the door quietly behind him and turned to the origin of the insult. Uryuu Ishida, of course. Uryuu pushed the bridge of his glasses up as he gave Ichigo a look of disapproval.

"Shut up, Uryuu. I don't need to listen to you." Ichigo glared, running his hand through his bright hair.

"Oh my, someone's a bit touchy. Well, I do have to agree with her. Your way of seduction is shitty." Uryuu continued coolly as he pressed his body against a wall.

"Shut it! I swear, I'm going to get to the dorms before you do and change the lock. Then tell everyone that you have some really infectious disease, so they'll leave you about in the cold." Ichigo declared, turning his back to walk the other way.

"When are you going to tell her?" Uryuu asked seriously, eyeing his friend's back that had previously stopped moving away from him.

"Never." Was the last word Ichigo spoke before disappearing down the hall.

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"It's done! Rukia, oh my gosh! Thank you so much! It looks perfect! All thanks to you!"

Maki squealed, jumping up and down and twirling around in little circles as she celebrated her victory of conquering chocolate cake. Five hours and nine bars of chocolate later. Rukia clapped and smiled as she watched her junior completely in her own little land of chocolate cake. Seeing her junior happy like that, was one of the reasons why she was president of her cooking club. There was nothing like seeing the immense joy of someone finally conquering a recipe that made her feel like she was able to help.

"No, it's was you who did. I just instructed you. It really looks great. I'm really proud of you Maki and I'm sure your father will be just as proud." Rukia smiled, yet Maki stopped in her tracks, silence covering the two students in the too quiet classroom.

"Oh my gosh! My father! I was supposed to meet with him," Maki looked at her watch, "like thirty minutes ago! What am I going to do! I still need to clean!"

Rukia's smiled dropped as she looked at the digital clock on the closest oven. It was already 8:30. Rukia let out a small cry as she ran for the cabinet with the various boxes as she pulled one of the large pink cake boxes and ran to the cake. She shoved the cake in the box, taping it up neatly and placed it in the girl's hands.

"Hurry! What are you waiting for? Go to your father!" Rukia said anxiously as she began pushing Maki and the cake toward the door.

Maki looked back at Rukia, "R-Rukia, what about the mess? I need to clean!"

"It's fine! You should never be late for such an occasion! I'll take care of the mess in here!" Rukia rushed when the girl was finally out of the room. Maki bowed a straight ninety degree angle, "Thank you so much Rukia! I swear, I'm totally indebted to you! Next time, I'll clean your class! Make it as messy as you can and I'll clean! Thank you so much!"

"Don't worry about it! Just go!" And with that final push, Maki was already down the hall within seconds. When she was finally gone, Rukia breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the classroom door and leaned against its cold surface.

She closed her eyes no more than a minute before opening them to look at the mess she would have to clean. She grimaced. The room was cluttered with bits of chopped chocolate, bowls of melted chocolate, flour and sugar covering the counters in a thick layer of white powder and granules. She definitely had her work cut out for her, but the cleaning wasn't going to get itself done no matter how long she glared at it. She rolled her sleeves high on her arms and walked toward the battle field.

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"So, when I saw Renji's necklace, I was like, "Oh so that's where you've been keeping your junk!""

Ikkaku cackled loudly as he slapped the said man's shoulder. "Yeah, and then I gave you that black eye you wore for a week!" Renji Abarai argued, holding a clenched fist in front of Ikkaku's face. Ikkaku continued to laugh as he moved away from the man to take a bit of his half eaten cheese burger. University food at its finest.

"Yeah, I've been wandering where your balls went recently. Ever since you lost to Captain Kurosaki, over here, you've been a pussy!" Grimmjow Jeagerjaques roared, throwing his arm around Ichigo's shoulders as he elbowed him in the ribs to get him to budge, yet it was no use.

"I told! I wasn't doing well that day! Shut up, you bastard!" Renji shot at Grimmjow, whose smile only widened.

"Zaraki always said the lack of strength comes from the lack of testosterone. Lay off the porn before an arm wrestling match and you might be able to win!" Grimmjow smirked, earning a punch to the gut from Renji.

"I don't watch porn!" Renji argued, his face taking on a shade just a bit lighter than his hair.

"Who doesn't watch porn? Quit forgetting to delete your history when I borrow your IPod and maybe we'd believe you!" Ikkaku roared with laughter as he and Grimmjow practically fell to the ground from their fit.

"Why do you believe Ichigo when he says he doesn't watch it, but don't when I say I don't?" Renji yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the orange haired captain sipping his soda from its take out straw. Ichigo raised an eyebrow at him.

"That's because Ichigo is our little prude! He's never had his way with any woman and even though he acts like some sick pervert, he's too much of a prude to follow through with whatever he says!" Grimmjow cooed running his hand roughly over Ichigo's hair, "How does a nice nunnery sound, sweetheart? That way you can shield your eyes from Ikkaku and Renji's hardcore porn! You guys really need to get some pussy!"

"I am not a prude! Get off of me, will you?" Ichigo yelled shooing Grimmjow off of him.

"Did you just say you weren't a prude? That's a laugh. Who was the last woman you slammed?" Ikkaku inquired, eyeing the man with a suspicious eye. Which only followed the other suspicious eyes belonging to Grimmjow and Renji.

"Well… You know… That one…" Ichigo fidgeted under their gazes as he tried to seek out the right words. His amber eyes started traveling ever other place, but their gaze. Then Renji placed his hands up in defeat, placing his hand on Ichigo's shoulder.

"Nah, it's fine. We know you could never. It's totally okay for you to be a prude. We know who you've been waiting for. So, why don't you go get her?" Renji said, turning Ichigo around. Off in the distance, there she was. The small girl the size of a junior high student, crossing the courtyard, toward the dorms.

"I've never seen her in my life." Ichigo said finally after staring at the girl for what seemed like hours.

"Is that so? Grimmjow, do you want to do the honors?" Renji called from behind him. Grimmjow pulled on his jacket, straightened his posture and began take one step forward, only to get cut off by Ichigo's body standing in front of him.

Renji gasped slightly, looking down at his hands that had been holding on Ichigo only seconds earlier. He wasn't even sure how Ichigo was able to move so quickly. Grimmjow smirked, placed his hands up in a sign of surrender and took a step back.

Ichigo's eyes hardened as he stared Grimmjow down. He knew he was joking, but he still didn't like the idea. Ichigo stared at him as he back away from his three friends, his body moving toward the girl that was still walking. He placed a paper bag between them, on the ground, as he continued to move away.

"Tell Uryuu that he owes me five dollars for his girly salad." Then Ichigo was gone.

Grimmjow picked the bag up and shrugged as he began to walk toward the dorms, "Ichigo's a like a love sick puppy." He said to no one in particular, yet Ikkaku and Renji nodded in agreement.

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"Do they really let little girls walk to their dorms by themselves at night? I would have thought midgets like you would need a chaperone. Never know when some creepy pervert will come and attack you."

Ichigo breathed as he slowed his run to a brisk walk as he came up behind Rukia. Rukia stopped walking, turning to see the man that came to bother her.

"The only creepy pervert I see is you."

"So, does that mean you're giving me permission to attack you?"

Rukia raised an eyebrow at him, "What is that even supposed to mean?"

"I have no idea. It just seemed to fit with the whole creepy pervert thing." Ichigo shrugged as Rukia rolled her pretty eyes.

"Well, you have it down. Anyway, why are you here? Shouldn't you be, I don't know, eating cheese burgers with your boyfriends?" Rukia inquired, making Ichigo give her a questioning look.

"How did you…" Ichigo started, yet he was cut off abruptly when Rukia's small finger found the hard plain of his chest, running her finger down in one slow stroke.

"You do realize that you're the one that's hungry, not your shirt." Rukia laughed lightly, taking her finger off his chest. As soon as her finger left, Ichigo felt himself missing the feel of it. He would have frowned if she wasn't teasing him. He looked down at his shirt, and there it was, the mixture of ketchup and mustard staining his white shirt.

"Shit." Was the only thing he could say. He would later kill those three idiots for letting him see her with that on his shirt.

"You may want to wash that off before it sets. Or you could always just put your soap right on the stain later. It should come out. I know, since I have firsthand experience." Rukia spoke, her tone laced with a playful annoyance.

"Since you have firsthand experience, do you want to do my laundry for me?" Ichigo asked, recovering from his own blunder.

"I'm good, really. I'm sure you can do it." Rukia replied as she began to walk forward, Ichigo following close behind her.

"No, I don't know! So, I have to let the more experienced one do it!" Ichigo whined.

"I'm sure you do. I just can't imagine Uryuu doing all your laundry for you, or any other boyfriend you have."

"Uryuu can! And I don't have any boyfriends! I don't roll that way!"

"Sure, you don't. Who knows what you guys do with each other when no one's looking. Grimmjow seems to be very fond of calling you 'sweetheart'. Does that not ring any bells?" Rukia asked, referring to Grimmjow's pet name for Ichigo. With that man, it could be sweetheart and then berry and any other pet name he can think of.

"Jealous? Should I call you sweetheart?" Ichigo asked, his lips turning into a smirk, knowing he got her.

"Eww," Rukia shuttered at the thought, "don't you ever."

"Aww, why not sweetheart? Shall we attach midget to the name too? Would that make you feel better?" Ichigo pressed on further as Rukia's walk quickened.

"Get away, you sicko! That's just really gross, even for you!"

"But, sweetheart!" Before long Rukia was running toward the dorm. Which only made Ichigo the cat, chasing his mouse.

"Oh, what is this a nice run under the stars! How romantic! He's even calling you sweetheart! You're a lucky girl, Rukia!"

"What the hell, Urahara?" Ichigo and Rukia managed to breathe out as they put a halt on their run to look at the man who was previously running beside them. Urahara smiled at them, tipping his trademark hat at them as he stopped running.

"You two should be glad I'm here! I'm not going to be here for a few days, so I wanted to give you guys your next mission!" Urahara exclaimed happily.

"Where are you going? Did you finally knock up Yoruichi and she's finally suing you for impregnating her?" Ichigo threw out, making Urahara and Rukia look at him with a strange look.

"Where the hell did you even come up with that scenario? How does your brain even work?" Rukia asked, shaking her head, feeling sorry for the him. No one should have to be that dumb, but it looks like they are.

"I don't know, just thought of that now," Ichigo told them with a shrug.

Urahara laughed lightly, "You've always had such a creative imagination. Well, no, I'm attending a conference with another school's counselor is all. Anyway, as for your next mission…"

"Oh please let it not be anything weird." Rukia prayed, folding her hands and wishing for a good outcome.

"Oh please let it be weird." Ichigo copied Rukia, wishing for the opposite, which only earned him a glare, "You're not helping."

"I'm helping myself." Ichigo told her arrogantly.

"Good job, Ichigo! You win! Since Ichigo's kendo match is this week and guess who's going to go out there and support him!" Urahara cheered in his sing-song voice.

"You are." Rukia told him, plainly.

"Not me! You are! You're going to look so cute as Ichigo's cheerleader!"

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Hooray! Finally done! I hope this was alright and if it's not, I'm really sorry! Like how I'm sorry for my grammar! I hope you guys still continue to read and review it! Please and thank you! And thank you guys so much for the reviews last chapter! They always help, you awesome people!