Okay, straight out of the gate, I know that I am in trouble for this chapter. This is a whole lot of fluff and the OOC police will arrest me. However, I beg you to look at it from this perspective: Ichigo and Rukia are two people who have no experience in love. Though they love each other, they have no idea about romantic love. So, while they seem clueless, they are. They are trying to sort out some things about themselves and the expectations of the other person. This is very, very sweet with a lot of internal thought. I know that it is really long, but I wanted to end this day. The next chapter will be more fluff and after that, we have to get down to business ^_^.

You will also understand the sharpness and strategic power of Rukia's wit. Though many thought that she should have let Ichigo have it in chapter 8, you will find that she is not anyone's frightened flower. Byakuya would be proud.

Tatsuki…Again, realize that she is Orihime's best friend and advocate. She will rationalize many things to not make her friend unhappy or seem delusional. Even if it seems that I don't like her, I do. I like her because she is the type of girlfriend that most women have and adore. So, this is a tribute, truly.

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Chapter 12- The Vestiges of Time

When they get to the movie theater, they look up at the marquis and try to decide what to watch. Ichigo is smiling like the cat that ate the canary. He can't wait for her to pick some stupid shit to watch and, then, he'll drop his evidence on her. Ha! Take that, Know it All Kuchiki.

Rukia is deep in contemplation. She hasn't seen a movie in a very long time. There aren't any Chappy movies, but there is a cute cartoon with a puppy. She can work with that. Even still, there is that action movie. The poster makes it look like something gets blown up. She could really like that, too. She wonders what he's thinking.

He wants to see the action movie, hands down; no bullshitting. He can see her purple orbs dart from one movie to the other. Inwardly, he sniggers since he can see the wheels turning. He decides to put her out of her misery and go for the kill. "So, what do you want to see?" Ichigo asks. It is all that he can do to keep the smugness from his voice.

Rukia speaks, still looking at the board, "I am torn between the puppy movie and the action movie."

"Well," the boy starts, "that means we are seeing the action movie." He says it so knowingly, that the girl turns to face him.

"And what do you mean?" She asks indignantly.

"I mean that you agreed, this morning, not to even bring up Chappy or cartoon movies."

Rukia scowls and balls her fists. Speaking shortly and quietly, she says, "I did no such thing. I would never do such a thing!"

He smiles so widely, he can't believe it. He has got her; dead to right. His inner glee is on melt down. He pulls out his recorder, rewinds and puts it up to her ear. "I thought you might forget. So, I took the liberty of making you a memory device." He presses play and she listens to the conversation. At first, she's shocked and then, she's downright agitated. She knows exactly where this ass is going with this and she will make him pay. Oh, it's like that, now is it, Kurosaki-Kun?

Ichigo stops the recorder and asks in the most smart-assed of ways, "Did you hear the pertinent parts, or do you need me to play it again?" His smug smirk is absolutely infuriating.

"Oh, no, no, Kurosaki-Kun! I understand just fine." She turns her eyes to him and he swears he sees an evil twinkle in them and then it is gone. "Let's go get those tickets."

Rukia is planning on payback. Ichigo snorts. She can't one-up him. Well, except for earlier. But that was a fluke! Anyway, he normally always gets the one up on her just like she always gets the last word.

Right after they get the tickets, they go to the concessions stand, get a few snacks and a large soda. They put the items in the seat between them and sit comfortably through the movie. Occasionally, their hands will brush in the popcorn bucket, but for the most part, they keep to themselves. When the movie is over, they walk outside and she begins rubbing her arms. He swings his bag forward and grabs out the hoodies. Shoving the pink one toward her, he says, "Here, put this on."

She looks at it and admires it. She really, really likes it. Is this Yuzu's? "Ichigo, I can't wear Yuzu's sweatshirt. It is really nice and I would feel awful if something happened to it." She says regretfully.

"No, it's…it's yours. I got it for you, today, because it's getting colder and you don't have a jacket. And since it had that rabbit on it, I thought you might like it." He delivers shyly while looking away with pink cheeks.

Rukia smiles sweetly. "Thank you. I love it. It is the best gift I've gotten in a long time."

"Meh, no problem. I thought it would be useful." He replies uncomfortably. His face is getting redder by the minute. He is not used to words of gratitude.

Rukia puts it on and zips it. It's a little big but is perfect for going over her sweater. It is soft, fuzzy and the embroidered Chappy is adorable. As she rubs her arms and snuggles into the sweatshirt, she feels instantly warmer. Her eyes sparkle as she gazes into his. "It doesn't matter. Practical gifts are always appreciated; even when they are cute." She looks at the ground and speaks softly with an in demure smile. "It was kind of you. Thank you, again, Ichigo."

Scratching the back of his head while looking at the ground himself, he smiles bashfully. With his eyes and voice softened, he responds, "You're welcome." He takes a breath and looks back up to her. "You wanna get something to eat?"

Her eyes meet his and she answers with a warm smile, "I could go for an Onigiri."

He nods quickly. "I know a place that is still open after eleven o'clock. Come on."

As she turns to face the direction that he is intending to walk, he puts his hand on her back and leads her down the sidewalk.

If she wants to call it a gift, then, it's okay.


They walk down the street, two blocks, and into the all night restaurant. Rukia's eyes become the size of saucers. The place is actually full of people as late as it is. The restaurant is brightly lit and is buzzing with activity. The bleu and green interior is energizing and calming at the same time. As they near the counter, Rukia is astonished at all of the options. She almost can't decide what to get. These human eateries are so amazing!

Ichigo looks down at Rukia and wants to chuckle. She looks like she opened the bike she wanted for Christmas. Her head seems to be darting around the room, trying to take everything in, as her ponytail swings harshly from side to side. Her gorgeous eyes are shining and her face is absolutely glowing. This is one of the reasons he picked this place. He knew that she would have a sensory overload; and she loves those.

Moving his hand from her back to yank on the aforementioned hair appendage, he gains her attention. Looking up at him expectantly, she says, "Yes?"

Poking her in the forehead with his index finger and smirking, he answers, "What do you want to order?"

Both of her eyebrows go up in a silent, 'Oh', she responds, "I'll take the Onigiri with Shiozake and some tea with honey."

Raising his eyebrows, he concurs, "That actually sounds good. I think I'll actually have that too."

Putting his hand on Rukia's back again, he gently nudges her to the counter. He orders, pays and puts his hand on her back once more to lead them to the seating area. "Do you want to sit inside or outside?" he asks.

Rukia thinks for a few seconds and answers, "I think I would like to sit outside. There aren't many nice evenings like this and since I now have a sweatshirt with a hood, I can stay warm. Let's get a seat by the sidewalk so I can people watch!"

Ichigo rolls his eyes. Rukia loves to people watch. She thinks it's interesting how people can be so different and yet the same. He is glad that his gift is useful and that she seems to enjoy it. Not that it matters, but it's kind of…nice. She looks so excited, that he just can't say 'no' to her. Besides, she deserves to have a good night after the one they had last night. "Yeah, I can work with that."

Her face smiles widely as she walks quickly through the door to outside seating. The only thing that slows her is the fact that he is holding on to her hood. When they get to the seat, the boy instructs her, "Stay here while I go get our food. I'll be right back."

She nods and turns her head towards the sidewalk with the smile still on her face. "I'll keep myself entertained."

He yanks her ponytail, again, and goes back inside.


Rukia sits in her chair, swinging her legs. The wind is blowing softly and the streetlights aren't too bright. It's a calm evening with lightly cloudy skies. She rests her elbow on the table with her chin in her palm. This has been the best evening she's had in a very long time. She had forgotten how much she enjoys Ichigo's company. They can talk about stupid things, serious things or nothing at all. For many, silence is deafening, but for them, silence can also be telling. Tense silence was when one of them was angry or holding something back. Comfortable silence is what they had tonight, on some occasions, and it was fine. She is really appreciative of the sweatshirt. It's something that she would pick out for herself. Her smile becomes soft. He still knows me. However, she will be kicking his ass for that recorder stunt this morning. She will be getting even. It may take some time, but revenge will be hers. She chuckles lightly. She has to admit, though, it was cute. Jackass.

It's funny. All of his scowling and terse words cover how adorable he can be. She absolutely loves his smiles. The goofy ones are her favourites. When he wears that one, in particular, it makes her insides all warm and tingly because he saves that one for when he's genuinely happy. She wishes she could see it more often. If only he could be happier more often. She chuckles softly. Even if he is happy, most people wouldn't know. If he catches himself trying to smile, he squelches it. Immediately. She knows it has to do with upholding his reputation; whatever that is. Yet, when no one is around, his goofiness comes out and it makes her warm from the inside out. Still, the shy smile…that one…there is something in it that makes her bashful as well. Just thinking about it makes her cheeks pink. What is it about that one that makes her chest pound?

Holding on to him, tonight, was…was…she has to sigh. She really likes being close to him. In fact, it feels normal and natural. With Ukitake-Taicho, she felt more comfortable than with Nii-Sama and less comfortable than with Renji. Nii-Sama makes her feel the least comfortable of all and Renji…Renji is a different kind of comfort. Renji is like the favorite dress you go to. It is familiar and comforting to know that some things remain the same. However, Ichigo was like a big, fluffy, warm blanket. It diligently guards you from the cold, but it is soft and reassuring; its warmth envelops you. She has missed this. Despite the toughness he displays on the outside, he can be soft and sweet inside. She is glad that she is the only one who generally sees it. Yes, she does adore her time with the moron.

He makes me feel differently than anyone I've ever known.

Suddenly, her eyes go wide.


Tatsuki, Orihime and Keigo are coming out of the movie theater. They also saw the action flick, but in another auditorium. Chad had a gig to play tonight, Uryuu was finishing some things for the sewing club, and Mizuiro had a date. Ichigo said that he had to study with Kuchiki-San, so that just left the three of them.

"That movie was awesome!" Tatsuki exclaims.

Keigo joins in. "Yeah, especially the babes! Did you see those knockers?"

BAM!

"OWWWW!"

"You perverted bastard." Tatsuki seethes as she stands over Keigo while he holds his face.

Orihime puts her hand on Tatsuki's shoulder. "Leave him alone. It generally does no good. Besides, let's get an Onigiri with peanut butter and pickled ginger!"

Both Tatsuki and Keigo almost turn green. However, they agree that an Onigiri doesn't sound half bad.

Walking toward the all night eatery, Orihime asks, "How much farther do we have to go?" She is hungry and is almost willing to grab food from a machine.

Tatsuki rolls her eyes. "It's right up there on the right…Is that Kuchiki-San?"

All eyes move that direction to view a petite girl staring out into the street, with her legs swinging and head propped up.

Orihime is the first to speak. "I wonder what she's doing out this late? She's not dressed like she's on hollow patrol."

"Maybe she's on a date." Keigo offers.

Tatsuki pushes him. "She just got here, dumbass."

Keigo retorts, "Well, she's got to be here with somebody!"

At that moment, Tatsuki and Orihime look at each other. Can't be. They pick up their pace to get to the restaurant with Keigo trailing.


She should have been paying attention instead of daydreaming, because she can now see some of her classmates coming near her. She can see Keigo, Arisawa, and Inoue coming down the block. She wants to run, but knows that they have already seen her when Arisawa yells, "Kuchiki-San!"

Shit. I did not want to deal with this tonight. She sighs. This is what she gets for thinking about how nicely the evening was going. At this point, the trio is right upon her. Inoue speaks first. "Kuchiki-San! What are you doing out tonight?" Both she and Tatsuki give the shinigami a meaningful look. Behind the sweet delivery is a serious question.

Rukia surveys all three. Both Arisawa and Inoue seem to really want to know and Keigo is…is…eww, he's staring at me! "I am grabbing a bite to eat before going home." That is all they need to know.

The other dark-haired girl is not satisfied. "What were you up to, tonight? I'm surprised that Ichigo isn't out here guarding you against all evil…or chasing behind you like a lost dog."

Rukia raises an eyebrow and her voice is factual. "I went to a movie. What are you all up to?" Question with a question. Now, it's my turn to do the asking. Why are they so curious anyway?

"We just got out of a movie as well. What did you go see? Did you make Ichigo suffer through a romantic comedy?" Tatsuki asks, raising her own brow.

Rukia's brow lowers, her face goes cold and her nose is up in the air. "We saw the action movie. What is it that you all went to see? I am just wondering what type of movie would interest both, you ladies, as well as Asano-kun, here. I am interested, indeed." Who the hell is she to ask me my business?

Inoue's eyes dart over to her best friend. The girl's eyebrows are furrowed completely. She looks as if she wants to punch Kuchiki-San. "Tatsuki-"

Not taking her eyes off of Kuchiki, she interjects. "No, Orihime. She's a big girl. She can handle herself. Now, let me ask you, Kuchiki-San, what did you mean by that?" Is this stuck-up bitch looking down at me? She doesn't care if Ichigo likes Kuchiki or not. Tatsuki is going to adjust her attitude- very quickly.

Keeping her stone façade intact, Rukia answers, "Oh, I meant no offense by it. I was just unaware that you all had the same…interests. That is all." She can tell that she has pissed Arisawa off and that the girl is looking for a reason to fight. However, if there is going to be one, it will be because the girl hit Rukia first; not the other way around.

The standing girl bends down and says with gritted teeth, "I don't care if Ichigo thinks that your shit doesn't stink. I will kick your ass, right here, in front of everyone."

Rukia's eyes flash. "Go for it. But, don't think that I won't hit back."

A masculine voice speaks loudly, without yelling. "Tatsuki, do not even think of hitting Rukia."


He wants to kick himself in the ass for requesting the fresh Onigiri. If he had taken the pre-made stuff, he would be sitting by now. But no, he wanted her to have a fresh one. What an idiot he is! Now, he's standing, three people back, wondering what the hell is taking so long.

Five minutes later, he gets his order and assembles all of the necessary condiments. As he is putting the honey packets on the tray, he looks outside and sees Tatsuki, Inoue and Keigo standing and Rukia looking up…her face is cold as a stone and her eyes are glazed over. However, in the corner of them, he can see exactly how pissed she is. Rukia is ready to fight if she has to. His eyes immediately dart up to Tatsuki and her face is contorting into intense anger. Oh shit.

He collects his tray and moves very quickly through the restaurant. If Tatsuki hits Rukia, Rukia will absolutely kick her ass. There is no doubt about it. Tatsuki may be strong for a human, but Rukia is a shinigami. And even if she doesn't originally hurt you, she has enough of a technique and a low stance that she will embarrass you. If you actually happen hit her square on, she takes it as a challenge and she will kick. Tatsuki's. Ass. Plus, he doesn't like the idea of anyone hitting Rukia.

Ichigo breaks through the door as Tatsuki lowers her face to Rukia. He hears Rukia's last reply and has to intercede before this gets too far. He calls out to Tatsuki immediately.


Tatsuki's head snaps over to Ichigo and she stands up. Wearing a sarcastic smile, she addresses him. "Ichigo. What a surprise."

He scowls at her and asks, "What the hell is going on?"

She answers, "We were just asking Kuchiki-San why she was out this late. My hypothesis was that you were with her." She crosses her arms over her chest.

Ichigo keeps his scowl on and replies, "Well, you've been proven correct. I am glad that we could assist you." He proceeds to sit down and arranges his and Rukia's food. Rukia sets out the tea and pours it. He passes her chopsticks and a napkin and they begin eating. Finally, Ichigo asks, "Is there something else we can help you with?" He looks Tatsuki directly in the eye with a cocked brow. Maybe she will get the hint.

Tatsuki smirks and looks between them. Ichigo blatantly disregarded their presence to eat with this… bitch. Okay, if this how friends treat each other… She walks about twenty feet, opens the gate to the patio area, and all three of them walk in. They make their way back to the table. "Yes, you can help us. We'd like to join you. "The table is rectangular with two seats on each side. Ichigo and Rukia are sitting closest to the interior. Other patrons and chairs are behind them, making an already tight fit even tighter. Orihime and Keigo sit next to Ichigo and Rukia, respectively in the seats nearest the sidewalk fence. Tatsuki borrows a chair from another table and sits at the end, effectively boxing them in.

Ichigo closes his eyes tightly. What is the deal with Tatsuki, lately? She is going out of her way to be shitty to Rukia and he can't see what Rukia could have done. Sighing, he looks at Rukia and catches her gaze. His eyes go down slightly at the outside corners. 'Sorry.'

Rukia figured that this was going to be a pissing contest as soon as Arisawa started her little inquiry. She's not sure what the problem seems to be, but she could really care less. What Arisawa thinks of her is of no consequence. It's not Ichigo's fault that his friends have invited themselves to their dinner. Besides, these are his friends and she has no intention of tearing him away from them. She simply shrugs her shoulders. 'It's okay.'

Ichigo's line of thought is cut by the girl on his right. Tatsuki asks, "Did we interrupt a date?" If they are on a date already, she is going to be disgusted. Ichigo is out with her the second day and yet he hasn't given Hime one chance? This is insulting!

His eyes fix to hers and he says plainly, "I wasn't aware that this type of thing is any of your business. In fact, I am certain that it isn't."

Tatsuki puts her hands in front of her and waves. "Whoa, whoa, Ichigo! I was just asking a question. I am actually surprised by how quickly you put your moves on a girl. I was just curious, that's all."

In all seriousness, Ichigo replies, "And I'm just saying that it is none of your fucking business so I am not answering. That's all." Who the fuck does she think she is? She may be his oldest friend, but that gives her no right to make accusations about him or Rukia. Putting his moves on a girl. Is she high? He hasn't ever had to do anything of the type. She didn't make a stink about any of the other girls. Besides, when he gets around to putting the moves on Rukia, he won't be sitting across from her. He will be sitting next to her so no other clown-assed bastard gets a chance at coming near her. Rukia isn't the type of girl to respond to the standard moves a normal guy would make. She has a lot more dignity and honour than that. And he sure as hell will not be pushing her into something sudden. With Rukia, he will have to take his time and make her feel special because she will expect it and she rightfully deserves it. He will do things for her, make her feel safe, take care of her and make sure she feels loved and appreciated. As a reward, Rukia will make him feel as if he is the only man that has ever existed. He'll get to stare into those violet orbs for eternity and hold her every night. She's the kind of girl that keeps you grounded even when your head isn't on straight. She's a good friend and partner. As she gets older, she will mellow a little, just as he will. She'll slap less, but her points will be made. Besides, Rukia just got here yesterday! What kind of person does she think my Midget is!

Tatsuki and Ichigo stare each other down for a few seconds when Inoue breaks in. "Kuchiki-San, that is a cute sweatshirt. Did you get that in Soul Society?"

Rukia looks down and then at Ichigo for a brief second. Their eyes meet briefly and then they turn away. Rukia looks back at Inoue and answers with a soft smile, "No, it was a practical gift." Rukia's cheeks turn pink as she touches her sweatshirt. It is soft and warm like a blanket; just like Ichigo. As the wind blows, she catches a whiff and it smells like him, too. His spicy and citrusy scent is all over the garment. He couldn't have come up with a better gift. It's practical, it has Chappy, and…he gave it to her. She kind of misses his hand on her back. It was warm and comforting. At this point, she wishes that she was sitting next to him.

She heard what Arisawa was saying to Ichigo. But, Rukia can't bother to care. After their talk last night, she believes him. He isn't the type of guy to just chase after a girl for the sake of the chase. He's going to be an amazing boyfriend and husband someday. Inwardly, she sighs. I just hope that I will find someone as amazing as he is. I'm his best friend. He could never look at me that way. What am I going to do when he does find the girl he wants to marry? She decides that she needs to go. Ichigo's friends were around for him when she wasn't and she has no right to cause conflict. Besides, she can find her way home. There is no need for him to leave too.

The auburn haired girl notices the pink tone to Kurosaki-Kun's cheeks. He gave her that?

Keigo is staring at the whole scene. He can't tell if Ichigo really has feelings for Rukia-Chan and is trying to hide them or if they are just really fond of each other. Hmmm…. What if I brush the back of my hand against her thigh…

Tatsuki catches their quick eye conversations. It is downright sickening. Why won't he just say that they are on a date? If not, why doesn't he just deny it? Why is everything such a secret with them? He didn't used to be this way. Why is everything surrounding Kuchiki so private?

Ichigo watches Rukia carefully out of the corner of his eye. Something is bothering her. He doesn't know what, but he hates that look. He liked the one she had a few seconds ago when she was asked about the sweatshirt. When her eyes hit his, he had to look away. The warm feeling that engulfed his entire torso, crept up to his face. However, something else entered her mind thereafter and, whatever it is, slightly upset her. Her eyes are now in a routine of scanning the area and staying still every so often. She's figuring out an escape route. He can tell that she's very uncomfortable. Suddenly, she jumps, gasps and slaps Keigo so hard, people three tables over hear it. His full attention turns to her and he catches her gaze. By the indignant look in her eye, he can tell exactly what happened. To what extent, he doesn't know, but Keigo must have touched her. Ichigo's eyes pop over and lock on to Keigo. In a very tight voice he commands, "You have exactly five seconds to apologize to Rukia. If you do not, I will pound you into a puddle. By the way, if you ever touch her again, I will snap you in half. Go."

While Keigo is apologizing profusely, Tatsuki grabs Ichigo's arm. "That was a little harsh, wasn't it?"

Ichigo cocks an eyebrow and gives her a very resolute stare. "I didn't even hit him. Besides, he should apologize for touching her."

The girl eyes him carefully. "She had already hit him so hard, that he will be even dumber than before. I think justice was served. You didn't have to make him grovel and threaten him. The groveling was enough."

Ichigo turns his head towards the scene of Keigo apologizing to Rukia and shrugs. Factually, he answers, "I just thought it was fair to tell him what I would do if he ever did that shit again." Rukia has a plastered look on her face like she is trying not to hit the stupid bastard. His eyes, finally, catch Rukia's again. His eyes move toward the street and then back to her. 'You ready to get the hell outta here?'

Rukia rolls her eyes and nods. 'A long time ago.'

He nods and pins her with his stare. 'Stay right there.'

Ichigo stands, collects their trash and walks between the tables to throw it away. He exits the restaurant, comes back around and stands next to the fence right outside their table. In a resolute voice, he declares, "Well, we gotta get going. See you guys on Monday. Rukia, stand on the chair." She does as requested and he gives her another command. "Tuck in your legs when I lift you over Keigo."

He lifts her at the same time she tucks in her legs. The side of her shoe nicks Keigo in the head, but she is quickly beside Ichigo. After she straightens out her clothes and assembles her posture in its normally stiff position, he eyes her up and down to be sure that she has all of her things. Finally, he issues, "Later." And waves as he and Rukia turn to walk down the street with his hand on her back.

After a few steps, he uses his opposite hand's finger to poke her in the ribs. After a surprised shout, she elbows him back. He bumps her over with his hip. She bumps him back. He lifts his leg behind her to kick her in the rear. She does an abrupt stop and pokes him in the belly button. He jumps, grabs his stomach and they stare silently at each other for a couple of seconds. Suddenly, she breaks into a run with him directly behind her. She attempts to cross the street when he grabs her by the waist and lifts her off of the ground. The girl is screaming, kicking and laughing into the distance as he swings her so that he can catch her legs and carry her behind him. His other hand moves to hold her under her arms for support and he continues to walk as she laughs at him. All three table occupants watch the spectacle.

Tatsuki turns to Orihime. "Sorry, Hime. I didn't think it would end up like this."

Orihime shakes her head, "Don't worry, Tatsuki. They are together all of the time. I'm kind of used to it. Just because they were out together doesn't mean anything." However, their close proximity and his hand on her back might. Then again, they have always been friends and that probably won't change. Besides, when people are too close as friends, they usually don't date, right? He got her the sweatshirt because it's cold and she probably didn't bring one with her from Soul Society. See? It's not as bad as it looks.

Tatsuki knows that her best friend is lying; even if it is to no one but herself. It hurt. She could see it in her eyes. The sweatshirt added insult to injury and the way Ichigo reacted to Keigo's actions made it even more painful. As far as Tatsuki is concerned, Ichigo has turned into a complete jerk. He only seems to care about being with Kuchiki and he has no regard for anyone else's feelings. Is he really that into Kuchiki? Is she using him? Or, is he using her? He can't even bring himself to stop touching her. Boys his age don't fall in love; they fall in lust…dear Gods. He's using her for that? It makes sense. He's run around with the girls from high school and now he's banging her. He's such a pig and she's such a…a…whore! Since Hime isn't like that, he's not interested in her. "Hime, don't worry. He's not in love with her or anything. He'll come around. When he's ready to be serious, it will be different." She offers her friend while patting her hand.

Keigo has to interject. "I don't know. He looked pretty serious about me apologizing to Rukia-Chan." He says while rubbing his cheek.

Tatsuki frowns harshly and states, "He's always had this hero complex and you deserved it. You can't go around being perverse all of the time."

He gives her a questioning look, "Well, I had to know if he was interested in Rukia-Chan or not. I figured if he didn't care, then he would let it go and I could ask her out."

She snorts. "Did you really think that he was going to let you take away his current personal toy? She's probably been around more than we would like to know. What kind of girl lets a guy touch her and they aren't dating. He's doing something with her and she's just using him."

The boy chuckles. "I don't think so. Rukia-Chan is very careful about who she's with. Plus, she was offended when I touched her. You heard how hard she hit me. If she was used to male attention and being touched by lots of guys, she wouldn't have gotten so pissed." After adjusting in his seat, he adds, "Besides, he is the only person that I have ever seen her allow to touch her so freely and she is the only person that he lets do the same. I dunno; I think Ichigo might really have feelings for her. Besides, who are you trying to convince?"

Orihime's face starts to change colours and she holds a hopeless look. He can't have fallen in love with Kuchiki-San! He has never even been on a date with me. How does he know that he won't feel the same or more for me? She has got to find a way to spend time with him alone. Now that Kuchiki-San is back, that is almost impossible. She will have to find a way to make him notice her.

Her best friend pats her on the hand again. "Go order some food. An onigiri with peanut butter and pickled ginger is calling your name."

Orihime forces out a smile. "You are right. Food always makes me feel better! Then I will be strong and fight monsters and make robots, and…"

Tatsuki tunes her out for a minute and pins Keigo with her eyes and speaks lowly. "Don't say shit like that. You know she's sensitive."

He answers, "I'm not trying to hurt her feelings! I was just asking a question." He stands and addresses the other girl. "Orihime-Chan, let's go order some food. Tatsuki-Chan, are you coming?"

"Nah. Hime, order me the usual. I just want to enjoy some quiet."

What is it between you two?


After a block of walking, Rukia has to ask, "Don't you think you should put me down?" She knows that they look utterly ridiculous. She's hanging sideways like a rag doll.

Ichigo chuckles and answers, "Nope."

"Why not?"

He looks down and to his right, directly into Rukia's eyes and smirks. "Because, I don't want to." That much is true. He really doesn't want to put her down. Firstly, she's very light and secondly…he just doesn't want to.

She raises her right brow. "Aren't you worried about your reputation? What if someone sees us?"

He chuckles, again. "Seriously, I think that regardless of who sees us at this point, it won't even matter. The three that saw us will say plenty so it doesn't really matter what anyone else sees. Besides, as pissed as Tatsuki is, she'll be telling the whole school by Monday."

The girl looks at the sidewalk as they pass over it. She hates that he and his oldest friend are not getting along. She knows what that is like. There have been times when she and Renji weren't getting along. Even now, though they are not feuding, she and Renji aren't in a good place. She doesn't want that for Ichigo. Quietly, she replies, "I know that Arisawa-San is your oldest friend. You've known each other your whole lives, just like I've known Renji."

The boy's stomach tightens instantly. As soon as she says 'Renji', he feels instant…something. His eyes narrow and the image of the Pineapple pisses him off.

Rukia continues, "It is rare to know someone so long. I truly hope that you two work out whatever is causing your friendship strife."

Ichigo remarks distantly, "Yeah, me too. I have known her a long time. I don't know what her problem is, but I hope she gets over it." Because, if she's asking me to choose between her and Rukia, she'll be very disappointed in the answer.

Timidly, Rukia asks, "Ichigo?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think we will know each other in ten years?"

He stops walking and stands there for a few seconds. Will we know each other? It is a question that he has never given any thought to. Probably because he just figured that they would. It never occurred to him that they wouldn't. After the last two years, however, it is a possibility. Hell, no. That amount of time will never pass again without them seeing each other.

When he turns his head down and to the right, he catches her eyes. He realizes that she really is questioning the situation. He asks softly but seriously, "Why would you think that we wouldn't?"

After a loud exhale she answers, "Because, you are going to change, Ichigo. We all do. You are going to find new interests and move away. I suppose I will still see you when you visit Kurakura-Cho. But, it is not about me. I just hope that you have a good life. That is all I have ever asked for." She gives him a half-hearted smile, but her eyes tell him that the thought actually makes her as baleful as it makes him.

After his own sigh, he slings her around so that he can put her to her feet. Turning so that he can face her, he grabs both of her shoulders and pulls her closer to him. Her eyes are planted into his chest as if she refuses to look up at him in case she finds the answer she dreads. In a somber but compassionate voice, he replies, "Look at me." Her eyes slowly roll up to his as takes one hand and lifts her chin. The strawberry then lifts both hands to the sides or her neck to hold her gaze. His eyes are kind but honest and they soften to a look that she sometimes receives, but she can't understand. "Rukia, we will know each other in ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, and a millennium from now. We will never separate, again, like we did before. We won't go two years or forty years like you and Renji."

She had always wondered if Renji had ever told Ichigo about the forty years that they didn't even speak to one another. She felt so deserted and unwanted that it took all she had to not be destroyed by the Kuchiki Clan. She had known Renji forever and he just…abandoned her. Yes, he thought it was best for her, but he never told her how he felt. She has never quite gotten over that feeling even though they reconciled three years ago.

Ichigo can see that there are some painful images going on in her mind by the way her eyes keep moving. She's searching him for whatever it was she saw in Renji's eyes the day that she joined the Kuchikis. "Rukia, I am not going to just leave you and I know you wouldn't just leave me. We will always find each other. I will come to Soul Society, at some point, when I am ready or this body dies. Either way, we won't be rid of each other for a very long time."

He pulls her forward and wraps her in a hug. She slowly threads her arms around his waist and squeezes him tightly. Sometimes, she just needs to hear from him that he wants her around. Sometimes, he's not so stupid after all.

Resting his cheek on the top of her head and closing his eyes, he says with a sweet smile, "Besides, I don't want to be rid of you and you don't want to be rid of me. So, don't ask any more depressing questions like that again or I'm going to lock you in the closet."

She pulls her head back to look at him which makes him pull back to look at her. He wants to laugh. She looks so feisty, right now, that it is cute. Her brows are knitted together, but she's trying to hold back a smile. She retorts, "You don't have a lock on your closet."

He snorts and bends down to her eye level with a smirk. "That doesn't mean I won't put one on there."

She tilts her nose up in the air and responds, "But unlike you, I know how to use kido." She can feel his breath on her as well as his reiatsu. She wants so badly to close her eyes and just let it wash over her, but she keeps her composure.

He snorts again, "Yeah, but I don't need kido. I just blast shit to bits. It's a lot quicker." He still wears a warm smile.

She cocks an eyebrow. "That just lacks finesse." Gods she loves being this close to him.

He raises both eyebrows and lets them drop. "Maybe. But regardless of whether you use power or finesse, it doesn't matter as long as the task is accomplished, ne?" He doesn't know why these words are coming out of his mouth. But he does know that Rukia is getting a good run for her money on the verbal sparring tonight. He also knows that his mind and body are both complicit in enjoying this conversation. His entire being is buzzing and he can't help the weird smile on his face.

Rukia isn't sure what this has to do with door locks, but she is not backing out of this conversation. She doesn't know if it is adrenaline from the thrill of the argument or something else. But from her toes to her nose, she is becoming acquainted with a feeling that makes her heart beat faster. However, she never loses in an argument and it ain't happening today. She raises her brows and lets them drop also. "Well, just keep in mind, that finesse will always outlast power. Finesse is forever. Power is fleeting."

Ichigo gets a wide smile and answers, "Depends on your stamina. Power can last a very long time, depending on the wielder. My power always outlasted my counterparts."

She snorts, "That's because you dealt with the wrong counterparts." When she sees his fake scowl matched with his smile, she winks and ends with, "And you know I'm right."

He pushes his nose into hers. When her head is pushed back, she giggles. In a voice that is soft, but jovial, he says, "You have to have the last word, don't you?" He loves the sound of her giggle. It is a rare sound that he enjoys more and more. He watches her giggle die down to a knowing smile that is just as adorable.

"Yep."

He lifts his head a bit, closes his eyes and kisses her forehead. Her eyes peacefully close as his warm lips make contact and press against her cool skin. When they open their eyes they stare for a few seconds before his phone rings. He reaches in his pocket with one hand and sees that his father is calling. Ichigo flips his phone open where the time flashes at him. It's three minutes to twelve. Shit. "Moshi, moshi, Oyaji. We are running late since we ran into a few issues. We are on our way to the train station and should be home before one." They have still not let go of each other.

Isshin asks through the phone, "You couldn't call?"

His son rolls his eyes, "We aren't even late yet."

"By my clock, you are already five minutes late. Is Rukia okay?" This boy of mine. Isshin is glad that they are out having a good time. Nonetheless, as a father, he has to annoy them for not coming home on time.

Rukia looks up and mouths, "Otou-Sama?"

He nods.

Rukia instantly feels badly. "Tell him I'm sorry. We'll be back as soon as possible." She tries to separate from the boy, but he holds her back firmly to keep her from backing away.

He felt Rukia move, but he's not all that inclined to let her go just yet. "Rukia says she's sorry and we will be home as soon as possible. So, I am getting off the phone with you so we can get home. Bye."

"Kurosaki Ichigo, if you don't get your ass home by 1:30, I-"

"Shut the hell up so we can get there!"

"Oh. Well, get going. Bye."

Ichigo closes his phone and puts it back in his pocket. "Let's get going before the old man has a stroke."

She nods and lets go of him to walk to the train while he keeps his hand on her back.


When they get to the train station, after their tickets are purchased, without so much as a word, they instantly clasp hands and go to their platform. The station isn't nearly as busy as before. When they get onto the train, it is mostly empty. It is pretty late, and the bar crowd has not come about as of yet so they are easily able to both get seats.

Rukia sits with her back facing the front of the train. Her left leg is bent, with its knee resting on the seat between them. Her right leg is resting over the left ankle, with its foot on the floor and her hands are wedged between her thighs. Her eyes stare blankly over Ichigo's shoulder and out of the window to the objects and lights flashing by due to the speed of the train. Her entire being has been wound down through the activities of today's events. She asks in a low, distant voice, "Ichigo?"

"Hmmm?" He absently asks as he rotates his bag to the front so that he doesn't have it poking him in the back during the twenty minute ride.

"Why didn't you just have me leave the restaurant with you instead of lifting me over Asano?"

He turns his head to face her and he eyes her closely for a few seconds. He's trying to figure out exactly what she's asking and why. She never used to ask why things were done; at least between them. He begins to study her body behavior more carefully. Her eyes seem far away but her voice seems to be cognoscente. This tells him two things. One, she isn't asking with any intent. Her eyes are not showing any signs of ulterior motive or deep thought. She's asking whatever is at the front of her mind and she's not trying to formulate a response. She usually asks a question if something doesn't seem logical because Rukia is all logic. She's probably replaying the day in her head and this is the first thing that struck her as illogical. He scoffs. This is the first thing that didn't make sense? Woman, you are truly a piece of work. Two, she's insanely tired. She's not bothering to look around and she's not even making the effort to pin him with a stare.

The whole day didn't make any sense. He was able to pull a fast one on her this morning, he purchased a sweatshirt that he abhors, he was in a tickle fight with every female in the house, Rukia blew a raspberry on his forehead, she came down the stairs looking adorable as hell, she slapped Keigo into another solar system and let him hug her to death. His eyes soften. Clearly, this day was illogical. But he's had his best day in the longest time. When Tatsuki asked him if it was a date, he didn't know what to say. He has never had this great of a time on a date before. Ever. This has been one awesome non-date. If what he had before was logical, he'll take the illogical any day.

Would Rukia ever consider dating someone like me? He's not from a noble family and he certainly isn't as buff as some of the guys in Soul Society. He's not refined or rich like Byakuya and he doesn't spend his life worrying about how he looks. He doesn't have a rank like Renji. Though, when he has them, he has more power than any of them. However, he doesn't think that Rukia is necessarily into any of those things. What is she into? What kind of guy is she interested in?

As he looks his companion over completely, he realizes that she is asking because she just wants to know. She wants to know how he thinks. If for no reason other than her transparency, she deserves the honest answer. Just as he wants to know her, she wants to know him; Ichigo. The misanthrope that no one knows because he won't let them get close enough to see in. Rukia, though, likes the person of simple wants and expectations who she approaches with no pretenses or bullshit. He tried keeping her out, but she demanded her way in. She pushed through every barrier he put up. His mind laughs lightly. She always demands something. But, by letting her in, he's let himself out. He's gotten to know her through her actions and eyes. In contrast, sometimes, she just asks; for no reason other than the curiosity of how his mind works. A soft smile evolves on his lips. This is why he missed her. She is the first person that can and wants to see into him; through him. She not only knows him, but understands him as well. In fact, she probably knows the answer to the question already.

He shrugs his shoulders and says plainly, "So I could hit Keigo in the head. I knew I could lift and lower you just enough to whack him since I didn't think the slap was hard enough."

A loud, unladylike snort of a laugh uncharacteristically leaves her while still staring out into the distance. "That's what I figured." She smiles, slightly. "You should have just asked me. I would have given him an uppercut."

He laughs quietly while fixing his eyes on the fabric of the seat. She did know the answer. He lets his head rise and searches her face. As he watches her tired eyes, he has the urge to hug her…again… he likes hugging her… and he likes being hugged by her, too…why does she make him feel weird things? Remember the deal, Kurosaki. It's okay to feel weird things around Rukia. He starts to reach for her with a content smile then it falls. After his inward sigh, he says, "Rukia, we need to get off the train. This is our stop."

She blinks at him blankly for a few seconds and then her brain starts processing again. "Yes, thank you."

They hold hands again, as they leave the train, go up the stairs and come outside. Once on the sidewalk, they let go and begin walking home. He notices that she isn't keeping up at all. He turns back to say something, when he realizes that she is simply walking; she's checked into her own little world. Damn, she's tired. Shaking his head he stops walking. When she catches up, he crouches down on the ground. "Get on." He says matter-of-factly.

Rukia didn't even notice that he had stopped walking until her brain registered that he was on the ground. She has thoroughly enjoyed herself tonight, but she could really use some sleep. Her mind wants to completely check out. Did he say something? "Huh?"

Rolling his eyes, he repeats, "Get on. I'll carry you home. You look like a zombie and we still have a mile to go before we get there."

Her eyebrows furrow and she asks, "Am I walking too slowly? I can walk faster."

He stands, turns around and knocks on the top of her head like a door. "Earth to Midget. I can walk faster carrying you than I can with you." His famous smirk makes an appearance. "Besides, you don't weigh that much and you certainly aren't big enough for me to notice."

She balls up her fists and says loudly, "Kurosaki Ichigo! Do not ruin the best day that I have had in a really long time!" Instantly, she snaps her eyes closed. She didn't need to yell at him. He was making his usual taunt and she got grouchy on him. She really is tired, but that is no reason to be mean to him. She opens her eyes and immediately backpedals. She points her head towards the ground and in a soft and contrite voice, she explains, "I…I…I'm just tired. I had no reason to yell at you. I'm sorry. "

Taking off his bag, he attaches it to her. He crouches down directly in front of her. "Lean forward, or you're gonna fall backwards."

"What?"

Ichigo grabs the back of her thighs and begins to stand. She squeals, but immediately wraps her arms around his neck. Looping his arms around her knees, he begins walking. "Dumbass, I already knew you were tired. That's why I offered. But since you are too stupid to understand, I decided to help you." His voice is low but facetious.

She takes one hand and slaps him playfully on the top of his head. "Why are you like this?"

He scoffs, "Because you are like this." And he bounces her upwards on his back.

She laughs quietly. "That is the worst argument ever."

He renders a soft snort. "Maybe." The boy walks a little further and says, "Go to sleep, Rukia."

Yawning in his ear she answers, "I'm fine."

"Sure, you are. I'll wake you up when we get home."

The raven-haired girl is silent for a block or two when he feels two small but soft lips press against the outer shell of his ear. In a sleepy whisper, she offers her gratitude. "Ichigo, thank you for the best day I've had in two years." Rukia lays her head next to his and tightens her grip.

His cheeks are only a little pink as he tilts his head back, leans his cheek into hers and closes his eyes. He smiles widely while the light wind caresses his face and relaxes his mind. Gods, I've missed her. Slowing his gate to keep from jarring her too much and to enjoy the walk, he earnestly replies in a whisper as well. "Anytime, Rukia."

"Promise?"

"Promise."