DISCLAIMER: DO NOT OWN BLEACH

Chapter 12: Dessert Perhaps?


His eyes heavily opened. All he saw was darkness but as soon as his eyes had become accustomed to the darkness he had noticed a couple of noteworthy things. First of all, the handcuffs were off. And he had a Chappy Comforter draped over him. He rubbed his bleary eyes and attempted to sit upright. He found that shirt had been neatly folded on side table. Next to the shirt was a clock, it read 3:15 AM. He sighed as he tried to stand.

This was his first time in her room.

He saw that her bed had been a soft tasteful single bed but given her size, two people could have easily fit. Her closet had been filled with Rukia's usual clothes. The clothes were nothing special, they were only special on her. He saw the dress she wore on the party and a bunch of Chappy memorabilia.

Her desk had been neat and organized. There was a single table lamp. He had wondered if Rukia kept a diary. He opened all the drawers and had been unable to find his target. In her drawers were a lot of things. But his interest had been draw to a Photo Album. His calloused hand brushed against the cover before taking it.

He opened the desk light and sat in her chair. He flipped the first page.

It was a picture of a a thirteen year old Rukia. If she hadn't written that she was thirteen he would have thought her to be nine. She had been holding the hand of a woman who looked like an older Rukia as well as holding the hand of a young handsome man with long ebony hair. A rare smile was found on his lips. The next picture was of Rukia smiling like she had never before. A man who looked like him had hugged her from behind smelling her fantastic scent. She had been wearing this beautiful gold band on her finger. Ichigo felt warm as he viewed her smile.

He found another picture where Rukia and Momo had gone to a formal ball that was university related. Rukia had looked like a princes and so did Momo. Rukia beamed at a certain blue haired man as she clung to his arm while Momo had been accompanied by this guy with blond hair and odd eyebrows. Tatsuki also got captured in the picture unknowingly. Then an old picture of a certain red haired kid throwing snowballs at a certain ebony haired girl was something he found after turning the page.

As he turned the next page, his heart had literally stopped and the memories flowed.

"Come on Midget! One picture won't hurt!"

"No, I am not getting a picture with you!"

"I bought you that stupid mug, a new laptop and an iPod. Can't I get this much from you?"

She fell silent. "Fine... Just make it quick..."

"Don't forget to smile."

Ichigo smiled as he touched the picture through the thin layer of plastic. It was a picture of him and Rukia. He had grinned for the camera while Rukia obviously had given up trying to protest and had smiled like he had asked. This was done somewhere where no one would notice his hair. He had wanted a picture where one would definitely know it was them. Her face had a light tint of pink and her smile was warm. Her eyes had sparkled.

Then the heavy weight of guilt had dragged his heart down.

Looking at the picture... Ichigo had felt pain and guilt.

What have I done?

He looked at his hands and saw them shake.

He closed the album with a solemn look and placed it back in the drawer. He wore the shirt she had folded and exited the room. He went straight for his room. As soon as he entered he had found a certain Kuchiki sprawled on his bed. He found himself reminding his brain that she only had one guest room. She had been sleeping so soundly and so quietly. She's so different from the usual Rukia when's she's asleep. She looks so fragile.

Ichigo didn't turn on the lights for fear of waking her up. He slowly opened his closet and took the clothes out quietly one by one. He found his two duffle bugs and had begun packing under the cover of darkness. It took him a while since he needed to be silent as not to wake her up but he had managed.

He slung them over his shoulder and looked back at Rukia. He smiled but them that quickly disappear. He carefully sat on the bed and stroked her hair and had brushed his fingers against her skin.

"I'm sorry... It's seems I've been bothering you." he whispered.

Then he slowly stood up and took the duffle bags with him. As he took one step, he couldn't. He looked back and found Rukia. She was half awake but not conscious enough for anything to register. She had held his shirt.

"Ichigo... Where are you going?" she asked quietly for the sleepiness had still made her drowsy.

Ichigo shot her a smile before turning around. He held her hand and slowly managed to remove her fingers from his shirt slowly. He reached out and closed her eyes with his hand.

"Shh... Just sleep."

Then once she had been asleep again Ichigo headed for the door again.

"Don't go..." she mumbled in her sleep. "You stupid ass..."

Ichigo almost chuckled. She still insulted him in her sleep.

He closed the door silently and made sure Rukia didn't stir. He walked across the dreadful hallway and stopped to look at a piece of paper on the wall. It read HOUSE RULES. Above the said paper were post its.

Ichigo noticed one particular post it.

"Hey Dumb Ass, I'm dragging you to Chappy Land whether you like it or not. Don't think you're special. You just have tons of money asshole..."

Ichigo chuckled. Chappy Land huh?

He shook his head and proceeded downstairs. He saw that the table where he sat was still in a complete disarray. He shoved past the chairs and had finally made it out of the cafe.

He tried to walk away and not look back but he couldn't. He had to look back. Those few days felt like an eternity.

He had managed to steel his nerves. He had begun his walk. To who knows where. But he had doubted he'd be sleeping.


Renji slammed against the keyboard of his computer. The annoying thing was driving him insane. He had extreme writer's block. Sure, he had decided to take Tatsuki's advice. But what the hell will he write? Does Miyuki have a tragic past! Mental illness? Psychotic? Trauma? Just what the fuck is her issue!

Why the hell am I speculating! I'm the fucking author.

That woman has the greatest ideas. If only I can ask her again...

"Damn it!" he yelled into the empty room as he kicked the trash can beside his desk.

Inspiration... Where the hell is my inspiration!

Just then, Rukia had flashed into his mind.

"That's right... I was writing for Rukia... But, ever since she's been falling for Ichigo... I lost my inspiration and motivation..." he said sadly.

He stood up knocking a few empty cans of beer, grabbed his warmest coat, keys, phone and wallet. He stormed out of his aprtment.

The elevator wasn't functional so he had to go down the friggin stairs. And he was on the sixth floor. And this building was made with huge steps for stairs.

He scowled as he pushed through the door and onto the lobby. The guy who saw at the table in the lobby was dozing off where he sat. A porn magazine was in his hand... Gross.

Renji shook his head disapprovingly as he shot out of the building. He hadn't even gone two blocks when he had sighted a familiar head of orange hair. He gave a strange look before approaching said head if hair.

Ichigo had been sleeping on a bench clutching his duffle bags. In his hand was a photo. His own personal copy of that picture Rukia had.

Renji couldn't let the man sleep here. Especially since the paparazzi would be swarming after him like a stampede and taking pictures non-stop. He couldn't leave Ichigo like that... For Rukia's sake.

He shook the man's shoulder. "Hey! Ichigo. Wake the fuck up. Your freaking cold man."

Ichigo groaned as Renji shook him. He had begun to stir and eventually he saw the cause of the shaking.

"Oh it's you... What do you want?"

"What the hell do you mean what do I want! Get a grip, wake up and stay awake! Look, you're freezing out here. I'll take you back to Rukia and get you some hot chocolate to warm you up." Renji said as he pulled Ichigo up from the bench.

He had begun to pull the miserable man but was stopped.

"Please... Let's not go there." Ichigo begged.

Renji gave him a weird look but nodded in understanding. "Alright... Come with me, I'll take you to my apartment you sorry bastard." Renji said.


Rukia had finally managed to wake up. She first rubbed her eyes to rid herself of the drowsiness. The first thing she had done was to go back to her room and apologize if she too went too far. He wasn't the only one at fault. She had played him too. Revenge didn't feel as good as she had initially thought. But she didn't feel so terrible once she figured that she was guilty of the exact same crime as him. She got swayed by his words and he got swayed by her words. She had no right to get mad at him. In fact, she wasn't even sure if she should just be forgiven. Knowing him, he's probably thinking the exact same thing. Maybe that'll make things a tad bit easier. Knowing that both of them would share the exact same sentiments. It had hurt, but it had hurt less knowing you did the same thing.

Rukia sighed fitfully as she knocked at the door. It's six in the morning. He has to be awake. He always is since she noticed that his phone's alarm clock had been set to the time Rukia goes out to jog.

There was no response to her knocking.

Weird...

She took it upon herself to just simply barge in and talk it out.

Once she was in her own room she was puzzled. Baffled even. Just where in the world is he!

He is most definitely not hiding in her closet. Even her Chappy comforter had been neatly folded. Her lamp was on. And everything else was in good order. Though where was he?

She went to her bed only to find his scent still lingering. Not that she had wanted it there. Though seriously where was he.

As she dug her brain for some ideas something had tugged on the back of her mind.

"Ichigo... Where are you going?"

"Shh... Just sleep."

Oh crap... That wasn't a dream... Or was it... I don't remember. I'll just go check.

She then exited her room and briskly traversed to his room. She double checked the place again. Aside from the fact that she slept on his bed nothing was seemingly wrong...

Wait... Where are his duffle bags?

And I just noticed that his alarm clock isn't here anymore.

Rukia stormed off to his cabinet. "His clothes are gone..."

There wasn't a trace of him anywhere.

Rukia started to feel something painfully well up in her heart and her knees had suddenly grown weak to the point where she couldn't stand up and just slid to her knees. No... It can't be..

He left...

"You did what!" Renji shouted the man. He had shouted so hard it it wouldn't be a wonder if Rukia had heard him shout.

"Look... I'm repenting with all my heart. That's why I left..." he replied solemnly accompanied with a dead look.

"Repenting my ass! You want to make amends? Don't fucking leave. Get your sorry ass back there, get on your fucking knees and apologize like if you weren't forgiven you'd fall of a building, survive and go off to get shot, still survive and crawl just to get stabbed and hit by a train then run over by a tank before being defecated on by an army of hamsters!"

"She won't forgive me! That's why I'll just drop out of her life and make it so that she had never met me. It's obvious that she was much happier before I barged in." he said as he sipped Renji's make shift Swiss Miss chocolate.

"Obvious? Are you freaking blind! Do you have any idea what you've done you idiot? You actors sure ain't smart."

"I hurt her feelings and her pride. Since I normally don't do those shit to people who don't deserve it it hurts me too."

"Wrong. You got her over Kaien. You gave her hope. You gave her another reason as to why she shouldn't marry her Brother's hand picked suitors. You gave her another person so important to her that if that person had suddenly left she would be devastated. Look, imagine if Arisawa had suddenly disappeared on you?"

"I'd look for her. And if I can't, I'll mope in depression knowing I lost my best friend."

"Exactly. That's exactly what she's feeling right now."

"How do you know. She hates me."

"How do you know she doesn't hate you?" he retorted. "I thought you knew her. What you're doing is an insult to her. Stop making her decisions for her!"

"But-"

"Don't but me! You stopped me from doing the exact same thing yesterday. I thought you of all people should know that."

"This is for the best... She doesn't want me getting anymore closer to her. I'm going to mess her up so bad."

"There you go again. Deciding things before it's even official. You haven't even tried."

"It won't work!"

Renji sighed frustratedly. "We're just going in circles. The day you showed up. I have never seen Rukia so alive. She was alive again. You brought back her smile. Her laugh. Her heart is beating again. You brought her back from the death she had gone through losing her fiancé. You're saying you want to make it so that she goes through death again? Sorry I don't buy it. Tell me what are you so afraid of?"

"Afraid? I'm not afraid!"

"You sure as hell are. What you're doing is running away. Oh I know... I know it was acting but how much of it did you mean?"

"Nothing. I was just acting."

"Tell me the truth Ichigo. I won't hold it against you nor will this leave this very room."

Ichigo had looked up to Renji's eyes. Those are the eyes of Rukia's best friend. Trustworthy eyes they were.

Ichigo nodded. "The first part is true... I was jealous of the guy. I do like her taste. I do like her eyes. I do like her hair and her skin..."

"How about the last bit?"

"I... I'm not sure..."

"And when she turned acting against you how did you feel?"

"I felt like someone had just told me that might Dad and my sisters had gone to heaven. That Senna didn't leave the way she did but had really done what the media said. That Tatsuki seriously hated me. That... That... Rukia hated me with her whole heart and soul. I felt guilty about what I had done." he admitted.

"That's exactly what she's feeling right now. What would you have the person who hurt you do?"

"I would talk with them and apologize too because we did the exact same thing. Then we'd both apologize and make up and laugh it off."

"That is exactly what she wants." Renji grinned.

"How... What if I say something wrong. What if she doesn't believe me? What if she thinks I'm acting again."

"If you mean it she'll know."

Damn, this guy's head over heels for her.

"You won't mind me crashing your place for a while? I don't feel like facing her yet."

Renji laughed. "God you're an idiot. But hell, anything for the guy my best friend is in love with!" he roared.

"Umm... Excuse me?"

"Pardon the comment."


"Hello! Kiyone Kotetsu speaking!" a chirpy voice greeted Rukia through the phone.

"Ah, Kiyone. There's gonna be no work today. I'm not feeling too well and I don't feel like having people here at all."

"Is something the matter Ms. Rukia?"

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Spend your day with your boyfriend."

"But Ms. Rukia... " she sobbed. "I don't have one!" she cried.

"Then go look for one. You're missing a whole lot Kiyone."

Rukia heard the poor girl sniff. "I'll do just that..."

Rukia smiled. "Bye..."

Then Rukia closed the phone accordingly with a sigh.

She clutched the phone hard. "Just where the hell did you go Ichigo?"

Rukia scowled significantly as she cuddled in her bed. "What the hell are you thinking? If you think leaving is gonna make me forgive you..."

Then she angrily tossed to the other side. "Then you're fucking wrong! Don't tell me you seriously think that leaving is gonna make me feel any better!"

"And if you're gonna leave at least take your scent with you!"

So much for leaving... It's like you're still here since I can still breath in your scent. And to think you had even graciously tainted my bed with your stench...

Though that was mostly my fault...

"Ah Goddammit!"

Then Rukia grabbed the pillow se had not dared to touch earlier for it was the one he used. "Get your sorry ass back here you idiot and apologize like a man..."

And with that, she had fallen asleep again to his scent.

It was only an hour later before she had been shrugged awake.

"Rukia... Wake up..."

Did he come back?

"Come on Rukia! Don't leave your best friend out here to dry." a sing songy voice called out.

Rukia rubbed her eyes and sat upright. "Hey Momo... What brings you here today?"

"What do you mean!" she said angrily with her hands on her hips. "Kiyone said you weren't feeling well so I bought you some herbal soup though it seems you're perfectly fine... Health wise..."

"Herbal Soup? From that Chinese restaurant across the street?"

"Yes, I know you want some but you do look sick." Momo said as she touched Rukia's forehead. "Nah... You don't have a fever. What part of you doesn't feel well?"

"It's not that. I'm just feeling a little pissed. I don't feel like working nor do I feel like having a crowd downstairs."

"I guess those do warrant for not feeling well."

"Hey Momo... How did you get in?"

"Me? I bumped into Ichigo on the way here. He told me to give this back to you."

Momo said handing Rukia her spare keys. Rukia took it sadly and mentally noted that he had personally attached a Chappy keychain from a Capsule Station.

She grasped the thing angrily. "Do you know where he came from?"

"I dunno. From the looks of it, it seemed like he came from Renji's side of the block. He was walking with a plastic full of Swiss Miss as well a cup of Starbucks Hot Chocolate."

"Is that so?" Rukia replied coldy as she grasped the key even harder.

"Rukia... Ichigo did something didn't he?" Momo asked anxiously.

"He... Yesterday. After we came in, I scolded him for trying to follow me. Then he pinned me to a wall and gave me a fake confession because I always kept commenting on how his acting sucks. Though I nearly believed it so I got mad and stormed off. I got my revenge. I did the exact same thing and he nearly believed it too. But during my act, he had seriously said he planned on leaving since he's been messing up my life since he came here. I was going to apologize in the morning and knowing him, he'd apologize too and I was hoping we'd just laugh about it and forget about everything but... he wasn't here anymore. His clothes and all his stuff are gone... He actually left... When I find him I am so gonna drag his ass back here and make him apologize..."

Momo sighed. "Oh Rukia... Why are you so upset?"

"If I knew that then I wouldn't be this mad now wouldn't I?"

"True..." Momo replied before pulling her up. "Come on... Let's get downstairs. Looks like you really need this soup."

Rukia gave her the first real smile she had done that day. "Yeah.. Let's..." Rukia said as she followed Momo downstairs.

Once they were down, Momo had taken the liberty to to fix them a table and get Rukia a cold glass of water. Rukia wasn't really used to being treated like a baby so she had to protest one way or another.

"Momo. You don't need to that I can do it myself..."

Momo looked at Rukia as if she was about to cry. "Then what's the point of taking care of you then?"

Rukia paused. "Point taken... Have you eaten?"

"I bought my breakfast with your soup."

"Oh..."

Momo sighed and put her hands on her hips again. "Oh Rukia... Just let loose for a while then we'll talk..."

"Fine..." Rukia agreed begrudgingly.

Then Momo had managed to get Rukia seated as well as do everything for Rukia much to Rukia's dismay. Then Rukia had begun to drink the heavenly soup Momo had brought. It was so delicious...

Momo had also been happily feasting on some Rice Porridge and she had chosen to drink some simple and plain water as well.

"How do you feel?"

Rukia smiled. "Much better... Thanks Momo."

"We're friends. You don't need to thank me at all." Momo had replied.

"I thought you'd probably want to spend the day with Toshiro..." Rukia said sadly.

"How could I have fun when my very own best friend is doing very well? I'd have to be as cold as Sosuke Aizen in that movies of his where he was nominated best Villain of the Year."

"True... That movie gave me the creeps..."

"Anyways... What do you plan on doing now?"

"I was thinking of looking for him, knocking some sense in that incredibly thick skull of his and dragging his sorry ass back here to get my point across." Rukia said.

"Why?"

"Why? I don't like loose threads. You know that. It'll bother me to my grave."

"Yes but, are you that hellbent on finding him?"

"Hmm... Yes?"

"Is that supposed to be a question Rukia?"

"How the hell should I know? I'm just following what my body is telling me to do. Logic had failed two hours ago... What else should I trust."

"Oh... So basically your heart is telling you to run after him."

Rukia cringed. "When you put it that way you make it sound like some cheesy trashy chick flick..."

"If only it was Rukia... Do you know where to start?" Momo asked as she devoured her porridge.

"You said he came from Renji's side of the block right?" Rukia asked.

"It looked like it. Do you wanna ask Renji?"

"Or Tatsuki..."

"Staying here won't do us any good. Let's start looking after I take a bath shall we?" Rukia said as she stretched her arms.

Momo saluted. "Roger that."

You've finally found something to chase Rukia. I'm so proud...


"She's gonna start looking for you. And once she does find you, you're as good as dead man." Renji said as he continued to type into the keyboard.

"I know."

"She's gonna get so pissed that she will most definitely castrate you with a rusty teaspoon."

"I know."

"If worse comes to worse she's probably gonna send you to Satan's incarnate. Byakuya Kuchiki."

"I know! Can you just please shut up Renji?" Ichigo glared.

"I'm just giving you reasons to beg for forgiveness earlier." Renji shrugged.

"I'm not begging for forgiveness! I'm apologizing."

"Oh trust me. You don't apologize to Rukia. Oh no... She'll make you beg." Renji spoke as if he spoke from experience.

"What makes you say that?"

"I almost lost her first Chappy plushie..."

"Damn... Where did you find it?"

"Under my bed with the dust bunnies. I had to wash the thing personally." Renji replied.

"That sounds like her." Ichigo said from his lying position on the couch.

"I can't believe you're an actor with millions in his bank account because right now you look like a bum..." Renji said as he had to backspace one odd line.

"I feel like one. After shooting is the only break time I have which usually lasts for a month or so... Hopefully... Then comes more offers, interviews, more celebrity rumors. Then they're gonna ask if me and Orihime Inoue are back on because of the stupid movie!" Ichigo tossed angrily.

"So you've been spending your break how?"

"Just resting. If I don't I'll just be stressed once this short lived break is over." Ichigo said.

"Looks like you have your work cut out for you."

"How's your book coming along?" Ichigo asked in attempts to change the subject.

"It's at an impasse..."

"Writer's Block?"

"Major?"

"Yes... If you would be so kind as to call Arisawa for me, please do so. I need ideas..." Renji said as he had to delete a whole paragraph.

"Does it have to be Tatuki?" Ichigo asked as he lifted his copy of the Complete Works of William Shakespeare from his head.

"Authors need comments and suggestions from reviewers and fans. The only fan I know personally is her."

"Any other particular reason?"

"None that I would openly admit."

Ichigo snickered. "If you say so." he said in an amused tone as he handed the phone to Renji.

"I do say so." Renji said as he jotted down her number.

"Her number didn't come from me okay? She's gonna kill me once she finds out that I've given her number to a guy who asked for it..." Ichigo said nonchalantly.

"How do I call her?"

"Tell her that I told you to call her about something. If she asks why, tell her I'm busy. And if she asks why I'm busy tell her I can't talk to her when I'm in the loo doing number two. If she asks about why the call is so urgent, tell her that I have Rukia's wrath to face."

"Sounds like you have a lot of excuses."

"I need to be prepared for her wrath as well." Ichigo replied.

Renji pushed away from the keyboard and twirled to face Ichigo. "Why do girls always have us on edge."

"Society is changing. It's the inevitable."

"True." Renji had agreed with no protest.

"By the way. Just tell Tatsuki that I'm crashing your place so she's knows where I am and give her a verbal gag order." Ichigo instructed.

Renji sighed fitfully. "I swear... the things I do for the guy my best friend's in love with..."

Ichigo shot up from his lying position. "Pardon?"

"Just mumbling a phrase out loud. Just wondering if it sounds nice out loud for my book." Renji had lied

"If you say so..." Ichigo replied tiredly.

"I doubt you've slept well. Take a nap." Renji suggested.

"You're awfully nice today."

"I'm beginning to think you're not that bad. But... This is for Rukia."

Ichigo smiled as he tried to sleep on the couch.


Rukia growled angrily as the phone kept ringing endlessly. She could always hope he accidentally answered. Nah... He's too smart for that. Though that depends, is he still sleepy or did he drink something that contains alcohol? What was she hoping for, he won't pick up. Though her small thread of hope moved only slightly. It was only voice mail.

"This is Ichigo Kurosaki, if you are Tatsuki, I'll get to you immediately. If you are another important person please leave a message and if you are a fan who, by some diluted miracle, has received my number. By all means, please fuck off. Message after the beep."

Rukia was hesitant to leave a message but had decided that nothing good would come from doing nothing.

"Hey... Ichigo. It's me... You know, Rukia. I don't have much to say save for... Maybe give me a call... No I am not worried! I just want you to personally scrub your scent off my bedsheets. But seriously... Give me a call you idiot..."

Then she closed the phone miserably. "Damn it... Rukia, what the hell are you doing? Making such a big fuss over him..."

"Is talking to yourself a good thing?"

Rukia nearly jumped at the voice and quickly turned around to confirm that someone was indeed there. "Oh Momo... You scared me..." Rukia sighed as she placed one hand on her chest.

"I actually scared you? Wow, you must be really worried." Momo teased.

"Sh-shut up!"

"So you're not denying it?"

"Why the hell would I be worried over someone like him!"

Momo patted Rukia on the head. "Hey, don't get so worked up..."

Rukia was about to retort but had decided against it. It would just prove her point. "Yeah... Sorry."

Wow, Ichigo really has Rukia on edge...

"So should we call Tatsuki now?" Momo suggested as she placed a hand on Rukia's shoulder.

"Yeah..."


Ichigo's phone rung consistently. It took him five rings before he had actually decide to answer the thing. He picked it up slowly and clicked the button he memorized with having to look at the screen. The voice mail played. Seems like the caller decided not to call him again.

"Hey... Ichigo. It's me... You know, Rukia. I don't have much to say save for... Maybe give me a call... No I am not worried! I just want you to personally scrub your scent off my bedsheets. But seriously... Give me a call you idiot..."

Rukia...

Ichigo chuckled. "I wonder... Is she seriously gonna look for me. What a fun game..."


"Tatsuki!"

"Rukia? How rare of you to call. What can I do for ya?" Tatsuki replied in her usual tomboyish mannerism.

"Have you heard from Ichigo?"

"Ichigo? Isn't he with you?"

"Er... That's the thing see. He left without a word."

Tasuki paused. "That idiot! That dense idiot... If I see him I'll drag him back here."

Rukia smiled. "Thank you..."

"Not a problem. Don't get worked up over him okay. Take a break once in a while. Don't be so worried."

Rukia cringed. Why does everybody assume that! "I'm not worried. Nor am I pushing myself. I just need to resolve the matter so that I can breath easy again."

"If that's how you want to put it. Trust me when I say this but I know he's scared. Scared to apologize. Give him time. I don't know what happened between you two but he does tend to overreact."

"I'll keep that in mind... Thanks Tatsuki..."

Then the call ended.


Rukia paced nonstop in her room. Her eyebrows has slanted downwards and she had this worried look on her face.

"Rukia. You've been at it for the past seven hours. Aren't you gonna try and have your dinner?" Momo asked in a worried tone.

"I guess I should eat dinner now..."

"Why are you trying so hard?"

After an extremely long pause, Rukia looked at Momo straight in the eye.

"Fine! I'm worried okay! I don't know where that idiot is gonna sleep. I don't know how he's gonna eat and I think he ran out of hair dye yesterday." Rukia blurted as she bit the end of her thumb.

"He's probably in some five star hotel eating five star hotel food and has probably sneaked out to buy hair dye already." Momo had attempted to reassure Rukia.

"I know that... But I still feel uneasy... He can leave for all I care. I just want him to tell me. I want him to tell me why. You know... At least tell me."

"Rukia..."

"Anyways. I'll just buy us some food okay? I'll be back in a jiffy." Rukia said with a fake smile as she grabbed her coat and her scarf and her wallet and cellphone.

"Wait! I'll come with you." Momo said.

"Nah. I just really need to take a walk."

And with that Rukia had gone downstairs and had gone through the door. She really didn't know where she would go. Or what she should eat is the most appropriate answer. She couldn't be gone for too long.

She crossed the pedestrian lane and thought of ordering Japanese instead of the usual Italian or Chinese. There was a nearby Japanese restaurant that did takeouts. So yes, Japanese it is then.

Why am I fretting over this? He's not even worth the worry. Yet... I'm still worried. I haven't nearly felt as bad since I heard Kaien was comatose. He's not comatose. But... Why the worry Rukia. What the hell is wrong with you?

Little did she know that she'd find herself slipping against the ice and falling down a nearby public staircase from the depth of her thoughts.

Rukia's head hurt like hell. And so did her leg, that's where it burned the most. Her back was in pain too and she slowly found herself drifting into unconsciousness.

"Rukia! Hey Rukia! Oh God are you alright! You fell of a fucking flight of stairs!"

Ichigo?

"Come on! Look at me here. Shit that flight of stairs was high. Hey! Someone! Please call 911!"

The moment she lost consciousness, she saw blue. Not orange.


Ichigo growled at the phone. Another call? This better be important. He grabbed the phone angrily and shoved it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Ichigo! Where the fuck are you!"

"What the hell... Is that you Momo? I couldn't tell since you're practically swearing like Rukia."

"Shit, this isn't the time for joking. I'm serious! Look! Rukia is unconscious in the hospital right now! She fell down the stairs! The stairs of that steep part near the park! She's got tons of bruises and the doctor says she broke her leg!"

"..."

No... Rukia... How could four words make his his heart clench and convulse so violently. Oh God... Please... Not again.. No... Rukia is... Oh no... What happened ... Rukia... Oh fuck... Please be alright Rukia...

In that moment he didn't even try to to get a coat, he didn't even try to get his wallet. He didn't even bring his phone. Renji had been out to buy instant noodles, where the fuck was he! He ran out of the building and had begun to run like hell. He didn't care about anything. His identity, the cold or his endurance. The hospital was pretty far but there was too much traffic. He had to run. He had no choice. His body moved on it's own. He ran, like an olympic athlete. Even though his legs burned at the sudden exercise and lack of protection from the warmth he ran. People had begun to point to him and say it was Ichigo Kurosaki. He didn't give them a chance to go near him at all. He ran like a mad man. He didn't even stop for a break. Finally the hospital was in sight. He made a final sprint towards the entrance and shot straight for the receptionist.

"Where's Rukia Kuchiki's room!" he demanded.

The receptionist was so surprised she couldn't even speak. He just came suddenly and he was a famous actor. Why he'd go looking for the Kuchiki princess is beyond her.

"R-room 302..." the poor girl croaked.

Ichigo ran again. He didn't even thank the receptionist. Her room was on the third floor, the elevator was too slow. He went for the stairs instead and climbed them like a predator. He had been panting as he reached the third floor.

He ran straight for her room and knocked on the door hysterically.

Momo had answered the door but he had shove her aside. He grimaced at the fact the Grimmjow Jaegerjaques was sitting next to her but he couldn't care less.

"Rukia! Oh dear Lord... How is she?"

"I-Ichigo... I just called you a few minutes ago... How did you get here so fast."

"I ran." he replied.

"Answer the question damn it!" Ichigo roared.

"Calm down strawberry!" Grimmjow yelled at the man as he stood. "She's fine! She only fell down a tall flight of stairs. That's it. That leg will heal! She's unconscious because of shock."

"Why are you so calm. You love her right!"

Grimmjow sighed before grabbing Ichigo by the collar. "Do you think Rukia wants you to worry! Hell no, I don't know you very well and I know you overheard what I said yesterday but being irrational won't do a thing for her!"

"God... Sorry... Y-you're right. I just need to think for a sec..."

Ichigo Kurosaki... What are you doing here?

Are you visiting for the injury or... Her?

What am I doing here?

"You guys have been here for a long while. You should go eat or take a shower. I'll watch her..." Ichigo said as he looked at Rukia's unconscious form.

"Yeah... We'll do that." Momo said as she motioned Grimmjow to exit as well.
Grimmjow had no qualms about leaving.

Ichigo then took the Grimmjow's seat and had frustratedly grasped his head.

She looked so pale. So deathly as the dextrose dripped down the tube of her IV. His heart had clenched even harder.

"I'm sorry... Rukia... I'm so sorry. I've been an ass. A big colossal dumb ass. I can't believe I actually did that to you. Knowing you I still did it. I don't understand why... Maybe it had stemmed from the jealousy... I'd probably won't be forgiven and I don't care. Just as long as you accept my apology. I'll do anything to make it up to you. Absolutely anything... So please wake up. I need someone to kick my ass and set me straight..."

Ichigo was caught by surprised as her cold hand had suddenly grabbed the nape of his neck, jerked him down so that his lips met hers slightly.

"You're already forgiven dumb ass..."

His eyes widened as he stared into her amethyst eyes. "Rukia!"

Rukia cringed. "Don't shout you asshole..."

"B-but! You're awake! A-and you kissed me! Who are you and what have you done to Rukia Kuchiki."

She half sighed half laughed. "I've been awake a few minutes before you came barging in. And lay off it would you... I'm not doing that again..."

"I'm sorry... When you get discharged, I am gonna carry you home whether you like it or not!"

"I expected as much... Knowing you. What took you so long you idiot?"

Ichigo smiled as he mussed up his own orange head of hair. "You know me... I was planning. You know... So that I'd get absolute forgiveness."

"Well that's stupid..."

"Hey! Don't ridicule my efforts!" he retorted.

"But your efforts were ridiculous." she sighed.

"Ah hell... I actually missed having you around midget." he admitted in a soft tone.

"Oh really?" she replied jokingly as Ichigo had seemed to be close to her.

"Yes really." he chuckled as his face had been merely centimeters away from hers.

"If you're willing to admit that much then I have no choice... I missed you too idiot." she smiled.

"It would have been nice of you to have excluded the idiot part."

"If I did that then I'd be your girlfriend. So I'll just stick to mortal enemies." she replied smugly.

"True... So keep the idiot."

"Don't tell me you've become masochistic Kurosaki."

"Don't tell me you've become sadistic Kuchiki."

Rukia was the first to let out a laugh and with that, they laughed out loud.

Girlfriend huh? What would it be like to date Rukia Kuchiki?

"There's another thing I've missed. Even though it's barely been a day, it felt so long..." Ichigo smirked as his breath tickled her skin.

"And what would that be?" Rukia played along knowing full well what he missed.

"I know you know."

Then he took her lips. They were cold but then he warmed it up easily. Yes, it was this particular taste that drives him crazy every single time. It always felt like the first and he just simply loved it. He couldn't replace it with anything else. It seems Rukia is being very enthusiastic about this. Today felt different though. Even with the slightest of strokes it had tasted even better. More than the usual. Gauging from her actions, she had wanted it slow. He complied with no qualms. He had no right to complain. Not like he actually had any complaints. Despite being a Kuchiki, she is rather talented with that tongue hers...

But what are we?

What am I doing?

Do kiss each other cause we like it?

Or is it something more?

Just then, Rukia had manage to entangle good arm around his back and had impulsively began drawing circles.

Crap Rukia... Are you trying to tear my self restraint?

He had to stop... The short time apart had caused unwanted tension on his part. If she didn't stop soon, he was bound to do something he'd most definitely regret.

Just then he stopped kissing her. He just simply kissed her forehead and leaned back on his chair unable to look at her straight.

"Is there something wrong?"

Ichigo had been drawing a blank. There was worry in her voice. And a whole lot of other things better left unmentioned.

"Rukia... Please don't make me go on that bed..." he croaked. "Even if it is heavy petting... I can't hold my self restraint any longer Rukia..."

"Ichigo..." she said in a whisper. She couldn't simply outright tell him she actually did love to kiss him. Especially since he's rather talented with the tongue of his. She also couldn't tell him
that some side of her she didn't enjoy showing would actually purposely drive him mad.

"You know what? I'm just gonna take breather outside. I'll be right back..."

Them Rukia grabbed his hand. "Idiot... Don't leave the injured one all alone in some dingy hospital room. Besides, there's nothing to breath, the hospital reeks of sick patients."

Ichigo couldn't help but laugh.

"Is there something funny?"

"Wow... You're good at making excuses. You could've just said you wanted me to stay Rukia..." He chuckled.

Rukia grew into a bright red. She angrily turned her head the other way. "Sh-shut up..."

He sat down again whilst still holding her hand. He gripped her cold hand and looked down.

"Hey Rukia... What are we?"

Rukia gulped heavily. Shit... He pulled the obvious question.

"It doesn't matter... What's in the norm has never worked out for us both. Why should that change now?" she replied a very attorney-like answer.

"But I want to know, what are we? And more importantly, what am I to you?"

"I don't know about us... But I do know... that... you're the one guy who actually makes me want more knowing I can't have it." she admitted.

"Define more..."

"It's complicated... And it does indeed somewhat involve your real talents... As well something similar to what you did the day before yesterday..." she had managed to say without stuttering and growing incredibly red.

And because of yesterday, she had actually managed to get a feel of him. He was pretty... Er... Large...

Ichigo couldn't speak. "You want that?"

"It's just a spur of the moment thing. Tomorrow I think I'd be totally opposed to the idea..."

"It's just a spur of the moment thing?"

"Ah what the hell! What more do you want me to admit!"

"Oh I don't know... Everything."

"It not fair that you know what I sort of want. Tell me about what you want."

"Me? I've been trying really hard not to think about it seeing as though my line of self restraint has become rather thin." he replied. It was true anyway.

"Even if it's true, that's a suckish reason."

"Fine then. Is it that bad that I want the exact same thing as you!"

"Ah yes, but I'm allowing my pride to get in the way so that won't ever happen." Rukia replied confidently.

Ichigo leaned back. "Fair enough. It's not like I want to be your boyfriend or your fuck buddy. That's scary as shit."

"Wow, we actually share the same sentiments. It's not like I want to be your girlfriend just to hear you bitching much less hear you complain about your early ejaculation." she scoffed.

"Early! I'll have you know that I can best the best of them!"

"I guess the best of them come even earlier."

"Hey! Don't make me tell you about which actresses I had sex with!"

"Let me guess... You lied about Orihime Inoue?"

"What the fuck Rukia! Orihime Inoue!"

"You never know. Maybe she drugged you. Now you'll never know if you actually slept with her or not."

Ichigo clutched his head. "Oh hell no... That sounds plausible..."

"Speaking of which... What happened to your little game?"

Ichigo looked up. "My game? I'm going to change the rules now. I win when I fulfill your requirements."

"My requirements? You mean if you get to be my boyfriend as well as if you manage to get me in bed?"

"Exactly."

"Interesting... I win when for a long time you still don't get those requirements. You instantly lose when I find a boyfriend on my own." she smirked.

"Deal." he smirked back.

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Which one? The boyfriend or the bed part?" he grinned.

Rukia frowned and slapped the man hard with her working hand. "Shut up..."

"Oh well..." he said.

"One more thing... You don't have to be so worried, my leg is gonna heal. It's not that bad and it's not broken, it's fractured. There's a difference. Momo heard it wrong and overreacted. And I fainted due to the shock of the fall. It's only a natural reaction. I'm not that fragile..."

Ichigo smiled at her. "I know you're fine. I'm worried about the premiere. It's three days from now." he said seriously.

Rukia was silent and her eyes were wide. "Oh my God... You're right... What do I tell my brother?"

Ichigo handed her the phone. "Even if he is a heartless bastard, you're still family."

She frowned heavily. "Fine..." she said as she grabbed the phone and dialed a number she had memorized by heart.

The ringing was as dreadful as always. Calling was something she had been doing all day and she was practically sick of the sound of ringing. At least Byakuya Kuchiki always picks up immediately.

"Hello." his deep cold voice greeted.

She gulped heavily. "Brother... It seems I will be unable to attend the premiere."

"Well I cannot attend, that much is obvious and you are the only other choice seeing as though no other Kuchiki seems to please the press. Make it work."

She sighed. "That is the problem. I am in the hospital as of the moment. With a fractured leg."

He paused. "I believe a long dress would suffice."

"How will I walk?"

He paused once more. "Find someone to accompany you. Do you have any acquaintances among the invited guests?"

Rukia paused to think. "Tatsuki Arisawa, manager of Ichigo Kurosaki. Ichigo Kurosaki himself and Uryu Ishida, journalist."

"There you have it. You made it work now I believe it more appropriate to have Ichigo Kurosaki accompany. It is for good publicity."

Rukia cringed. "Must it be him?"

"Yes. I believe being accompanied by a journalist is hardly appropriate and his manager must be busy."

"Alright then... Goodbye brother..."

"Goodbye." then she gave the phone back accordingly to Ichigo.

"That was pleasant." Ichigo commented.

"Yes... How unusual of him indeed. Ichigo. My brother wants you to accompany me at the premiere as an escort so that I can walk. I need to stay with you so that I don't fall or really break my leg."

Ichigo simply places his hand on her shoulder. "I was planning on doing that already." he grinned.

She placed the back of her hand against her forehead. "Why am I not surprised?" she said before sighing. "I hate hospitals. Because he's in the floor above you know..."

He leaned closer. "Do you want to visit him?"

"With my leg? Nah, gimme a day to adjust to not moving it."

"You need to get ready for the premiere. You don't have a day. We'll ask for a wheelchair unless... you want me to carry you?" he grinned.

Rukia instantly sat up. "No! You are not carrying me!" she yelled as she pointed a finger at him.

"Wheelchair it is then."

As soon as Ichigo was about to call for a nurse one had just entered. She was tall for a woman and she had short silver hair in a guy cut.

"Oh, you're awake now Ms. Kuchiki. How do you feel? I'm Isane Kotetsu by the way. I'll be your nurse until you are discharged. I've been told by Dr. Unohana that it'd be tomorrow noon."

Rukia nodded. "Kotetsu? You wouldn't happen to be related to Kiyone Kotetsu would you?" she asked.

"Umm yes, I'm her older sister. Do you know her?"

"Yes, Kiyone works for Rukia." Ichigo replied for her.

Recognition surfaced on the nurse's face. "Ah yes.. The coffee shop."

Rukia nodded until Ichigo cut in.

"We were just wondering if it was possible for Rukia to visit a patient upstairs."

Isane had begun to think. "Well... It depends on the patient."

Ichigo paused. "He's the comatose patient upstairs." he said seriously.

Isane nodded. "Right. Kaien Shiba was it? I guess it would be fine but please limit your visit so that Ms. Kuchiki herself has time to rest. It isn't always healthy to faint from the shock of falling."

Ichigo grinned at the good news. "So can we get a wheelchair?"

"Oh, absolutely. I'll go get one after I check on her IV." Isane said calmly as she took a new bag of dextrose and replaced it with the almost empty one. Then after giving Rukia a few med and checking on her pulse, body temperature and blood pressure she left accordingly to get them a wheelchair.

"Thank you..."

Ichigo noticed her mumble something. "Did you say something."

"I was just saying thanks, Ichigo. If this was before you'd be cringing at the fact that we have to visit another ex of mine." she smiled softly.

"No problem."

They sat in pleasant silence. Rukia had been in deep contemplation while Ichigo had been enjoying her presence. The silence was only disturbed as Isane came in with a wheelchair. Ichigo carried her down to the wheelchair while Isane took her dextrose and hooked it onto the wheelchair.

"Do need me to take you there?" she asked.

"Nah, I'll take it from here." Ichigo said.

"Mr. Kurosaki, when Ms. Kuchiki is back in her room would you be so kind as to visit the nurse's station? The nurses are being uncontrollable because of your presence here so can you please appease them? You don't have to go if you don't want to but it would be a relief if you settled them. It's embarrassing, since I'm the head nurse, to ask you to settle them down for me..." she had asked sincerely.

"Your the head nurse? And you have to tend to Rukia personally?"

"Ah... Your initial nurse was... distracted. I came here because I happen to be the only nurse who's not infatuated with you sir."

Ichigo roared on laughter. "Is that so? I'll come by later." he laughed.

"Thank you." she thanked Ichigo.

He looked down to Rukia. "Shall we go?"

She nodded at him. "Yeah..."


"This way?" he asked as he pushed her across the sterilized hallway.

She nodded. "His room is at the end of the hallway. Over there." she said as she pointed towards a certain direction.

Ichigo nodded as he pushed her wheelchair towards the room at the end of the hallway.

"In all honesty, I'd rather go there myself but seeing as though my arms still aren't at their usual strength" she said.

"You can't go." he finished her sentence for her. "You know, it's not always bad to rely on others once in a while. Being independent doesn't mean you're strong. It just means you can do things on your own. Though it doesn't necessarily mean that you don't need help. Don't you think?" he said as they neared the room.

"I guess you're right... Who do I rely on then?"

"There's always Momo. She's your best friend after all. There's Renji too if you need an ignorant pineapple. Even if you don't like it, your brother does help sometimes. Tatsuki is there too. Unfortunately, that Grimmjow guy is always looking after you. And... There's always me..."

"No thanks. I most certainly don't need your help." she joked.

"Who said you had to ask for my help. I'll help you whether you need me to or not." he replied confidently.

Rukia sighed. "That's going overboard. Are you saying you'd help me take a shower with my cast?"

Ichigo grinned. "Sure sure... Why not. Third time's the charm."

Rukia couldn't slap him from her position so she just settled for an uppercut to the jaw.

"If you ever walk in on me again, I will personally castrate you with a rotting guinea pig." she threatened.

"You won't do that unless you actually want me to see" he replied. "Which I feel I must say is that it's a rather pleasant view."

Rukia rolled her eyes and hit his hand giving him a shock of excruciating pain.

"Enough jokes Ichigo. Don't you guys prefer bigger tits?" she said bitterly.

"Normally we guys do. It's always a plus but I honestly don't care. Tell me, was Senna busty?"

Rukia gave it some thought. "Well I guess not."

"I just don't care. Sure guys get pleasure from fucking girls with big tits and nice bodies but guys can get just as much with the ones they love."

"I've never thought you'd actually talk about sex. Even if you imply it I've never pegged you as the sort of person to actually talk." she said in an amused tone.

"And besides midget, if there's some truth to what I've said yesterday, that would be how your ass has been bothering me from the start." he chuckled deeply.

Rukia grinned. "So that's why you keep groping it."

"You'd run away if I didn't." he replied.

"Sigh, talking like this really makes it sound like I'm your girlfriend for real."

"We'll just be friend's with benefits then. Even if those kinds normally have the benefit as sex, I guess our benefit is you know what." Ichigo had suggested.

"Speaking of which. You need to pass by the nurse's station to get to his room." she said. "Wanna do the favor now?"

Ichigo pushed on. "Yeah, I'll just enlist on your help to blow them off."

"As long as there are no pictures, I'm fine with that." she consented.

Ichigo pushed them towards the nurse's station. He put Rukia near him while he leaned against the counter.

He whistled to get their attention.

"Hey, the head nurse told me to give you guys a visit." he announced with his charm.

All the nurses looked back and immediately swooned over Ichigo like a flock of birds in migration. They made a rather large uproar as Ichigo did what they ask. Give them an autograph, sign some body part of theirs and flirt with them to keep the nurses happy.

So much for enlisting my help, she mentally scoffed.

After a few minutes he strode back to Rukia while their eyes were still on him.

"Sorry ladies but this one's keeping me on a leash." he joked as he kissed her cheek.

"Idiot, it's not a leash, I've got you chained." she replied.

"Relax, none of these bitches compare to you." he said as he whispered it to her ear.

"Of course they don't. I've got more class than all of them combined." she replied.

"Now they'll all lay off me."

"At my dispense... What if they start taking pictures?"

"They have hospital regulations. Employees aren't suppose to bring unnecessary gadgets."

"Cellphone?"

"They disrupt hospital equipment."

Rukia let a sigh out. "Now I can breath easy."

He bid the lovely nurses farewell as he had begun to push Rukia's wheelchair.

They didn't speak as they neared their destination. Ichigo has already figured out the room where he was based on her reactions. Finally, they stopped at door itself.

"Shall we?" he asked.

"Yeah..." was all she replied.

He nodded as he twisted the cold stainless steel knob. He didn't know why but he felt anxious. He felt nervous. This was the guy Rukia was so in love with. This guy was her fiancé. From what he knew, he took back the ring from her in his last minutes of consciousness so that she'd have a life not spent on waiting for him. So that she'd be free to love another person who's far more deserving than him. Him, who couldn't do a thing while in a coma.

The door opened as Ichigo had gulped heavily. He pushed Rukia in.

He set Rukia next to the bed while he went to her side to meet the man for the first time. It was like looking in a mirror.

He had been pale and he had looked exactly like Ichigo. The difference was his hair. It was jet black and his eyelashes were longer than Ichigo's. His face was somewhat longer too and his hair had a few inches more in length. It was a sad sight to behold. A man who had once stolen Rukia's heart was bed ridden and hooked onto many machines. Ichigo couldn't believe Rukia had the courage to always visit when she wasn't busy. How could she deal with this depressing sight? It just shows how strong she was.

Her face had become rather gloomy now. It's as if she relieved the moment which led to this in her head. Playing through her mind like a movie. Except the only button the player had was replay. No pause nor stop.

Ichigo place his hand on her shoulder and brushed his thumb against the back of her shoulder. Involuntary was the action.

Rukia placed her hand on top of his and held his hand.

"You know, you're the first person. The first person whom I've brought with me to a visit." she said.

Ichigo simply nodded. "How come?"

"Well, I've been talking about him so much, I figured you should see him."

"Yeah... I think we can pass of as twins don't you think?" he tried to crack up a joke.

"Your personalities too. You won't be twins, you'd be clones. Though you're far more crude than him." she replied. Apparently, Rukia was hellbent on insulting him no matter where they were, what they were doing and who they were around.

"That's a lovely idea."

"It was yours." she retorted.

Ichigo snorted and broke the silence for a moment.

"Gosh... You do sound like a pig." Rukia had commented.

"Shut up midget. You're making me look bad in front of him!"

"Isn't that the point? So that he'd know the guy who's hanging around me is nothing more than a pig."

"Are you trying to make the man worry?" Ichigo scowled.

"No, he'd just punch you in face before declaring you guys friends." she replied.

"That's a joke right?"

She shook her head. "He'll seriously punch you then joke about it later."

"Heh... I think it would be nice to meet him properly." he replied as he smiled at Kaien.

"Yeah... Just don't punch him back okay? He'll pull a lawsuit on you." she replied.

"Alright alright... Come on, let's get you back up and sleeping so you can start getting your leg to work shall we? There's nothing more to do here." Ichigo suggested.

"You're right... But give me a little more time to say something to him." she said.

Ichigo looked down at her. "Do you want me to leave you alone?"

She shook her head. "It doesn't matter whether you hear it or not. Not to me anyway. But if you don't want to hear me then you might as well leave." she responded.

Ichigo was somewhat surprised. Only a bit though. He always thought Rukia would always want some privacy since she hated public affairs.

Does she trust me?

Ichigo decided to stay rooted to his spot.

"Hey Kaien... I'm sorry I haven't visited you in a while... My brother's been keeping me busy... You know, the usual Kuchiki stuff. If you were awake, you'd probably be laughing at me for getting myself at the hospital because I was to distracted to notice the ice. But then, as you always say, it's the ice's fault for making me slip. Gosh... That was pathetic of me. And to think I was so distracted by this idiot right here for not coming home cause he had me worried." she said to the man.

She took a long pause. "For the past three years, I never understood why you took back the ring. I always figured that we'd get married once you woke up but... Now, I can sort of understand why. You're right, I shouldn't be waiting. Because in the end, after three years, it seems I've fallen out of love with you. When you wake up, I hope you'd understand." then Rukia chuckled lightly. "Nah, I shouldn't even be asking. You already understood everything back then."

Then she looked up to Ichigo. "Let's go."

Ichigo simply nodded and had begun to push her wheelchair.


"You don't need to carry me! I can walk by myself!"

"Hell no, there's no way I'm letting you walk with a broken leg!"

"It's not broken! It's fractured!"

"It doesn't matter! You're leg is not functional so behave and let me carry you to the bed before I drop you and really break your leg!"

Rukia was about to protest but then decided against it at the last minute. He was right. "Fine... Have it your way dork." she said stubbornly.

Ichigo smirked. "That's a good girl." he said as he managed to get her on the bed without breaking anything.

"Shut up! I'm not a puppy!" she yelled at him as she turned on her side hence facing the window and away from Ichigo.

"I know you're not a puppy. You're a white bunny rabbit." he said smugly as he sat on her bed and patted her on the head.

"I do like bunnies... Though I can't say the same about the tone of your voice." she retorted. Though she couldn't tell him that she actually liked the feel of his hand on her head. Was she secretly a puppy?

Ichigo sighed. "Bickering aside, I want you to sleep now. Get some rest."

"I'm not sleepy yet... So no, I don't want to."

He even sighed harder. "Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story or sing you a lullaby?" he asked very sarcastically.

She sharply turned in his direction. "Don't you dare treat me like a child Ichigo Kurosaki!"

"Yeah yeah... So listen, I'm just gonna get my clothes and come right back here okay?" he said as he placed his hand on her head.

"You're gonna come back this time. Right?"

Ichigo smiled. This girl looks so cute when she looks at me with those eyes.

"Of course. I won't run on you this time." he replied assuringly as he put the blanket over her head to annoy her and stood up.

She quickly pulled it down angrily.

"You better not..."

Ichigo held the handle.

"Goodnight Ichigo."

"Night, Rukia."


Ichigo hadn't realized just how tired he was. As he walked back to Renji's apartment, every step had hurt like hell. To make things worse, he had to be bombarded by rabid fan girls every five minutes. The paparazzi were far to busy trying to cover the story of a recent scandal so they left him alone. Luckily...

He could always ask for some cash for a cab from his fans. Just one favor couldn't hurt.

He pulled a million dollar smile on them.

"Hey girls, I'm sorry but I'm kinda in a hurry. The thing is, it seems like I've forgotten my wallet. Can any one of you beautiful ladies lend me some cash. I'll send you guys a special autograph in return." he announced.

The girls had screamed and squealed as they all tried to hand him money. He chose from a girl who looked sane enough, pulled her from the crowd and took her money. He then asked for her address so that he could send the item over then kissed her cheek before calling for a cab as the girls. screamed and squealed once more.

The cab came as soon as he saw him and stopped accordingly. The door swung open. Ichigo slid in while bidding the girl farewell and closed the door. He told the taxi driver not to mention this to anyone or Ichigo would personally work to ruin said poor man and the driver agreed out of fear. He told the man Renji's apartment then they were on their merry way.

It was only natural for the driver to glance back via mirror every ten minutes. Anybody would do the exact same thing if a famous actor was riding at their backseat. Ichigo was scared that the poor driver would be so distracted by the shock and crash the car making him end up at the hospital while Rukia was the one who had to take care of him this time.

Renji's place wasn't too far at all... If you got there by car.

It was only far because Ichigo ran by foot.

So they had managed to get there safe and sound. Ichigo only had to worry about the return trip. He told the driver to stay so that he could go back to the hospital and left the taxi.

He ran through the lobby and up the elevator. It took a while but the elevator came down brimming with people. As they exited, he could hear the whispers from the crowd about him and some subtle squeals. He rolled his eyes as he went in the elevator and clicked the button for Renji's floor. Sadly, the elevator had to have crappy elevator music. After a while, the doors opened and he went out, walked, rounded a corner and knocked on a certain door.

The door burst open and Renji was their with a bewildered look. He grabbed Ichigo's shirt and clutched it hard.

"Rukia... How's Rukia!" he asked hysterically.

Ichigo took the man's hand off of him and managed to get him to breath easy.

"Rukia is fine. She fainted from the shock of the fall and she only came out with a fractured leg that could easily heal in three weeks. She dying to get out of bed as we speak." Ichigo informed as he stepped in the apartment.

Renji let out the breath he was holding. "Thank God... I was worried when Momo said she broke a leg." he said as he slid his hand through his hair to straighten it out so he could fix it again.

"I'll just get my stuff and leave okay? I'll be staying at the hospital." Ichigo said nonchalantly as he found his duffle bags.

"How did she fall? I didn't get what Momo said..." Renji asked as he literally crashed on the couch.

"She went out to buy some food I think. But Rukia told me she was thinking about a lot of things so she wasn't careful. She slipped on ice and fell down the stairs. The steep one near the park. Then she started ranting about how pathetic she was for slipping." Ichigo said as he picked up the last of his stuff.

Renji roared in laughter. "Damn, I wish I could see that."

"Yeah, I'd video it and replay it in front of her again and again." Ichigo joked.

"Anyways, get outta here. Get your ass back there before she tries to do the Chappy dance on impulse."

Ichigo laughed. "She does the Chappy dance?"

"When no ones looking." he replied

"Will do Renji, will do... Speaking of which, how did Tatsuki go?" he grinned heavily.

Renji flushed in the shade of his hair. "She flipped when I told her you were here and started swearing and cursing on the phone and something about roasting you alive and feeding you to her pet poodle. Then after anger, we talked and I'm out of my writer's block..."

"Did you ask her out."

"No..."

"You idiot, you just blew your chance!"

"Rather, she asked me if I wanted to get some coffee sometime." he replied.

"Well buddy, looks like you're as good as gold." Ichigo smirked as he exited the door. "She only asks guys out when she's interested." he added as he closed the door.

"W-wait! What! Ichigo!" he yelled.

After a few minutes of silence he sighed.

"She's interested?"


"Good evening your royal Chappiness!" Ichigo greeted as he opened the hospital door.

She groaned. "What the hell is that supposed to mean your orange kookiness..." she retorted.

Ichigo scowled. "You can be like that or you can be nice for a day and I'd give you the key lime pie I bought for you." he scoffed.

She fell silent. "Fine, give me the pie Ichigo. I'm kinda hungry since I haven't really eaten anything since I fell."

"Yeah, just give me a moment." he said as he put the pie on the table and opened the door revealing a flock of nurses by the door.

"Hey, can you please give me and Ms. Kuchiki some privacy ladies?" he asked charmingly.

The nurses swooned and nodded simultaneously.

Ichigo closed the door shut and walked back to Rukia. "Now you can eat." he said as he moved the patient's table towards her with the pie.

He got the the plastic fork that came with the pie and gave it to her. She took it gratefully before stopping to think.

"Do you want some too?" she asked as she directed her eyes at him.

"I guess... Why not?" he replied.

"But we need to split... I don't like sharing spoons or forks or straws whatsoever. I have some issues with other people's saliva you see." she informed him.

"Rukia... I have stuck my tongue down your throat and you're saliva conscious?" he smirked.

"Point taken... But it's still weird. I don't share drinks with anyone except for my sister and Momo!" she replied.

He sighed. She's pulling this crap now?

He roared in laughter. "Oh man... This is fucking hilarious!"

"Sh-shut up you insolent dolt!" she retorted. "The Kuchikis did something to my brain!"

"So you weren't always so conscious of saliva?" he asked as he sat on her bed.

"When I was a kid. After being adopted into a family with poles stuck up in their asses, their mannerisms rubbed on me and now I can't get rid of it."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "So these mannerisms would be?"

"You know. Wipe the toilet seat twice then put a seat cover. Wipe plates and glass before eating or drinking from them when you're not sure. So on and so forth with the obsessive compulsive habits of a Kuchiki..." she said unenthusiastically.

He chuckled lightly as he moved closer to her much to her dismay. "I'd like to fix your saliva problem."

She sighed. "No thank you..." she rejected.

"Oh come on, don't be stingy."

"Stingy on what! Go away!"

He grinned. "I thought you wanted me back?"

"That was before. This is now so go away!" she commanded.

He retreated. "Oh well, I'll just go away with your fantastic pie." he said sarcastically.

That was when she sat up and grabbed him despite a little pain from moving so suddenly. "W-wait! Don't go with the pie..."

He frowned. "You're after the pie?"

She grinned. "Why? Did you want me to say that I didn't want you to go? If that's the case then you're head's getting filled up with a whole bunch of crap." she said.

He ruffled his orange hair. "Goddammit Rukia..."

She smiled sweetly but in an evil way. "Be a good person for a day and give me the pie you claim you bought for me."

"Why is it that when you finally give me a sweet smile it has evil intentions behind it?" he whined as he sat down on the bed again.

"Those are my feelings for you."

"You seemingly like me on the outside but actually hate me on the inside along side the intent to murder me and cut off my dick?" he mused.

She grinned as she managed to steal the pie from his hands. "Maybe..." she said in a mischievous tone.

He smirked as he grabbed her fork and forcefully took a bite of the pie she had opened after stealing it. "Remind me to not get you mad."

She scowled a scowl even deeper than Ichigo's. "Ichigo... Be a good guy and get me another fork."

"Sorry." he said in the most unapologetic tone ever. He them took a piece of the pie and placed the fork in front of her. "There's only one fork sadly so you have two options. Eat or not eat."

Ichigo had to try his best to not laugh and further incite her wrath. The look on her face was priceless. She tried to make a retort or some witty insult but had somehow failed to do so or at least vocalize it.

He leaned in closer and licked her nose to further infuriate her.

"And now I have saliva on your nose." he teased.

"Idiot... If I were still with the D.A I could sue you..." she seethed.

"Then that's good for me then!" he said happily.

She made an irritated sound. "I can sue you alright. But if I were still head prosecutor then I'd be able to get a guilty. Seeing as though I don't belong to any law firms, I'd just get a not guilty no matter how brilliant of an argument I put up." she continued her seething.

"So technically speaking, you're still a legal lawyer." he said as he took another bite from her pie.

"Yes, technically speaking." she replied.

"Do you wanna go back to law?" he asked.

She paused as though she was thinking. "I don't know. Sometimes I do... I like the feeling of being on top. I always win and I also get the right verdict. If he's really guilty, then I get a guilty. But if he really is innocent, I don't put much of a fight. There was never a time where I lost when the man was truly guilty. I was feared just as much as I was respected. But... my cases weren't corporate. They were all about crime. That's why I don't want to go back. I don't want to deal with the crime anymore."

"Because of that incident right?"

"Yeah... You did your homework. I was traumatized. How the hell do you expect me to go back now?" she chuckled unconvincingly.

"So you do want to go back." he declared.

"I guess... I've never really thought about it. My cafe was something Hisana had wanted when we were younger. She was an excellent baker you see. Byakuya loved everything she made." she said with a light chuckle.

"She taught me her recipes just in case she wasn't around brother had been craving her cakes. So, the hot chocolate you love so much is Hisana's creation. Before she married Byakuya, she always said that we could open a cafe to pay our bills. Eventually, it had become her ambition. She wasn't able to make the cafe because of her sickness. Byakuya... My brother doesn't understand... He says that my cafe is pointless. But I'm guessing that it's his way of saying that Hisana wouldn't have wanted me to spend my life moping around."

"Rukia..."

"I've told you my story, so why don't you tell me yours." she said as she grabbed the fork back from him and ha proceeded to wipe it thoroughly with a wet tissue.

"Me? Let's see... What is there to know. Well, my mom, she passed away when I was only nine. That phase was when I was practically dead. But, I picked myself up and studied hard to get to a good college. My father is a doctor, a well respected one. He opened his own clinic before he married my mom. Though, one day, there was an accident nearby our place and our clinic got caught in the fire. All the medical equipment my father had saved for was gone in a split second. We didn't have enough money to fix everything up and eventually, we got a debt."

He paused to breath. "We couldn't pay back the debt and all of us had started to take small part time job. That was when we weren't able to pay for tuition anymore. But then, around that time, Haineko modeling agency was hiring amateur models. I told Tatsuki about it and she told me to go for it. She said that I had the body and the face for it, which probably explained why the girls at school kept fainting at the sight of me. I didn't know I was under the handsome department. I honestly didn't care. That's when it started, I became a famous model, I payed of the debt slowly before I got an offer to take part in a movie. Then there's my career."

Rukia relaxed against her propped up pillow. "I didn't know you were so tragic. I always thought you had it easy." she admitted.

"So did I, I thought that you were practically living like a princess. I guess even royalty had issues." he replied.

Finally. Rukia ate her pie with no qualms. Even though she had thoroughly cleaned it, no one can ever rid it of his germs. Remnants of his saliva would still linger so she only had a false sense of victory.

"Well, we were both sadly mistaken." she simply replied.

"And you used my fork."

"I wiped it clean."

"Doesn't change the fact that my saliva was on that." he grinned.

Oops... Did I just see a vein pop?

"Ah! W-wait! Rukia don't break the spoon!" he yelled as he tried to recover the fork from her.

"No I won't! I'm going to throw it away!" she yelled back.

"But that's the only fork!"

"Who cares!"

"I do! I wasted five dollars on that thing!"

"It's just five dollars! You're rich aren't you! And besides, don't you mean you wasted five dollars on the pie!"

"Doesn't mean I can't be thrifty!"

"Oh... I see you two are quite lively." a gentle voice had commented from where the door was. As gentle as the voice sounds, it sounded scary.

They both looked simultaneously at the door.

A woman with long black hair intertwined into one giant braid in front with such a gentle yet so terrifying smile stood there. She had been wearing her doctor's coat.

"Oh pardon me. I'm Dr. Retsu Unohana. I'm your physician while you are in the hospital Ms. Kuchiki." she introduced herself.

"Unohana... Unohana..." Rukia had chanted as she was in deep thought. Then she suddenly lit up and recognition.

"Y-you were my sister's doctor!" she exclaimed as she pointed a finger towards the kind lady.

"Ah yes... You've grown Ms. Kuchiki. You look a lot like your sister." she had commented with a smile.

"Wait up a sec." Ichigo said. "Rukia just has a fractured bone. Her sister was sick. If you're here, does this mean Rukia's sick?" Ichigo asked in a worried tone.

"How very true but I specialize in various departments. Also, her brother has requested me to tend to her personally." she smiled.

Rukia seemed shocked. "M- my brother? S-seriously?" she stuttered.

Unohana opened her eyes. "Yes, is there a problem?"

Rukia shook her head vigorously. "Umm no, not at all." she blurted.

"Then that's fine. I believe you have yet to hear your condition properly so I'll tell you now while you're still awake. You have sustained some bruises. They may be uncomfortable but they'll heal rather quickly. As for your leg, you have simply fractured your left tibia-"

"Umm... Excuse me, what's a tibia?" Ichigo had asked awkwardly with a raised hand.

"It's your shin bone you idiot!" Rukia snapped at him.

Unohana cleared her throat loud. "Moving on, you'll heal in about three weeks. You also need to check in for rehabilitation for a few days afterwards to loosen the stiff bones from the cast. We also put you under the MRI just in case and luckily, you have sustained no damage to your brain. Nothing is wrong with your head and if nothing happens until noon tomorrow you are free to leave." she informed.

Rukia nodded. "I see."

Ichigo grinned. "That great Rukia!"

"If you have no more questions, I will be taking my rounds." Unohana said as she approached the door.

"Umm wait!" Rukia called out.

The doctor looked back with her friendly smile. "Yes? What is it?"

"How much is the bill?"

She smiled and close her eyes. "Rest assured your brother has it covered already."

"Oh..."

"Alright then. I will be doing my rounds now. Good evening Ms. Kuchiki and Mr. Kurosaki. Please behave in the hospital." she said in a seemingly sweet manner.

Then she took her leave.

"Well, whaddya know? Byakuya Kuchiki has a heart." Ichigo commented.

"For once... But there must be some beneficial reason for him to help me out." Rukia said as she looked out the window.

"As I said, he may be the coldest bastard with the biggest pole stuck up his ass but he's still family." Ichigo joked. "My father is a total idiot but he comes through every once in a while." Ichigo said.

"So you got your idiot genes from him?" Rukia asked oh so innocently.

He cringed. "Hell no! I'd keel over if I ever found out I was like my dad!"

"Moving on, I still find it hard to believe my brother would do anything family-like..." she said.

He fixed his position on the bed. "Shouldn't you be sleeping right now? I thought you'd be asleep by the time I got back here."

"I didn't feel like sleeping cause it was kinda cold..." she mumbled.

Ichigo still caught what she said. "I thought you said you enjoyed the cold."

"Normally I do, but I hate the cold in hospital. It makes things so dead here." she seethed.

Ichigo's next action only served to piss her off. He went under her blanket and snuggle right next to her. "Then I'll warm you up."

She tried to push him off. "Get off the bed you asshole!"

Was he this heavy?

"I don't want to." he simply replied.

She pushed even more. "And why the hell not!"

"I'm warmer than your Chappy comforter that's for sure." he said smugly.

"Still! Get off!"

"You're just wasting your breath cause I'm not budging an inch."

She sighed long and hard. "Stubborn ass."

"If we're talking about stubborn, that would be you." he said as he moved closer to her.

"Shut up..."

He smiled as he placed an arm over her.

"Night Rukia..."

"Goodnight Ichigo..."


Momo walked through the hospital. She had to visit Rukia first thing in the morning. It wasn't a choice, it was mandatory. She was worried and it was only natural to visit her friend as soon as the hospital permitted it.

Her heels clicked against the hospital floor as she entered an elevator. She had to make a quick visit before she went back to her office. She always went to work early just so that she could have an early break to go to the cafe but she might as well just go to work at the same time. At least today, she could go home early and meet up with Toshiro.

Momo worked for the hospital, but she couldn't visit the patients there all the time.

It was also depressing to know that your best friend's currently comatose ex-fiancé was a few floors above. Thinking about it was just a major mood killer.

Finally, the elevator had reached Rukia's floor and Momo had exited along with all the other visitors, doctors and nurses. She walked briskly towards Rukia's room only to bump into Rukia's nurse.

"Hey Isane." she greeted. "Here to check up on Rukia?" she asked.

"Because I'm the only nurse who doesn't have a crush on Mr. Kurosaki." Isane had replied. "Are you visiting Ms. Kuchiki too Dr. Hinamori?"

"Yeah, she is my best friend you know." Momo had replied.

"Speaking of which, don't you have an early appointment with that patient who's a pyromaniac?" Isane said as both of them neared Rukia's room.

"I can spare a few minutes." Momo smiled back.

"Oh, here we are. You can go in first doctor." Isane said politely as she gestured to the door.

Momo nodded as she twisted the door knob. She had expected to see Ichigo on the couch but he was nowhere to be seen in the room. She scanned the room as she walked in with Isane to find snoring emanating from the bed. She moved closer and grinned heavily. She quickly found her phone and switched to camera mode.

"Hehehe... Oh, you two are in for it now..." Momo said evilly as she brought up her phone and zoomed.

"Umm... Dr. Hinamori, isn't bringing phones in against hospital protocol?" Isane asked nervously.

"That applies when you're working with equipment and surgery." Momo replied as she had begun to take pictures.

"Really? What has Dr. Unohana been telling me..." she groaned.

"Dr. Unohana is rather strict with a lot of things seeing as though every few years she's the head of another department. Last year she was psychology head, that was hell..." Momo replied.

"This year, she the head of the surgery department." Isane added.

"That explains the strict phone rule implementation." Momo said.

Momo couldn't help but grin. Rukia had been pressed against his chest while Ichigo had wrapped his arm over her protectively. They were snuggling, it was just too cute. Unfortunately, Momo pressed the wrong button so when she snapped another photo, it came with flash.

The two groaned.

"Ah, crap... Isane... Make a run for it. I'll deal with Rukia..." Momo said in hushed tones as she ushered Isane out.

"But Dr. Hinamori, why do I need to go?"

Momo pushed her out. "Trust me, you do not want to deal with her when she's angry!"

When Momo came back, the happy couple were just stirring awake. The first thing they saw was Momo grinning from ear to ear. The moment the happy couple had realized just what kind of position they were, Rukia had pushed Ichigo of the bed and hid under the blanket in shame while Ichigo had attempted to soothe his head.

"M-Momo! What a pleasant surprise." Rukia said.

"It sure is pleasant. I thought you'd be mad when I barged in on you two but I guess I was sadly mistaken. You're embarrassed." Momo said as she walked back to the door and opened. "Isane, you can come back in now."

As soon as she was called, Isane popped in the room.

"Good morning..." she greeted awkwardly.

"Momo... What's up with the white coat?" Ichigo asked he sat up from his fetal position on the floor.

Momo pointed to the cloth. "This? I work here. Did you forget that I'm a psychiatrist?" she said in her usual bubbly manner.

"Y-you work here? If so, then why do you have so much free time?" he asked.

"I work early so that I can have my afternoon break with Rukia." Momo replied as though Ichigo was a Neanderthal.

He scowled. "Right..."

"So what have you two been up to?" Momo grinned mischievously.

"Oh nothing..." Rukia said in attempts to simply shrug of the topic.

"She was freezing, I was being a gentleman." Ichigo said smugly from the floor.

Rukia made an irritated sound as she pulled of the blanket. "Gentleman my ass! You just took my personal space without my consent."

"If you were trying to get me off then you would've put more effort into pushing me!"

"I am injured and I was tired! If I was fit as a fiddle I wouldn't have asked you to push my wheelchair!"

"Nah! I bet you wouldn't be able to get upstairs by yourself anyway!"

"Oh yeah! You wanna bet!"

"Oh I sure as hell do! I'd love to see you try to visit on your own!"

"I bet halfway through, you'd try to be a 'gentleman' again!"

"I was being a gentleman! I bought you pie!"

"Sure you did! But you happily tainted the only fork with your saliva! How could I possibly eat!"

"Excuse me! I was helping you get over your stupid Saliva Conscious shit thank you very much!"

"And you licked my nose too! What the fuck Ichigo!"

He groaned and stood up. "Stop right there Rukia Kuchiki!" he said angrily as he pointed at her.

"Oh what now!"

"We need to stop bickering because after you get out, we will get crutches and we need to do some last minute shopping. It's after tomorrow!" he yelled.

Rukia was silent. "Oh shit... I almost forgot about that..." she said as she but the end of her thumb before turning to Momo who was happily watching the argument. "Can you lend me a hand?"

"Of course Rukia!"

"Alright then..." Rukia said as she grabbed something from the nearest desk. She handed it to Ichigo.

"Here are the house keys. It'll be a few more hours before I'm out so take this opportunity to take a bath and get your stuff ready again."

Isabel gulped and leaned down to Momo. "They live together?" she whispered.

"Under diluted circumstances why yes, they do." Momo whispered back.

"Momo, I can hear you!" Rukia said angrily as she directed her glare to Momo who was already immune to all of Rukia's glaring.

"It's true." Momo replied.

Rukia sighed heavily. "Don't you need to work Momo?"

"If you want me to leave already you should've just said so yourself Rukia." Momo said in an apathetic tone.

"Ah wait! Don't take any offense to it Momo." Rukia said in a really worried tone.

Momo laughed. "You should know how priceless your face is when you're worried."

Everyone in the room could swear that they all saw a vein pop on her forehead.

"Ugh... Momo..." she seethed until Ichigo put his hand on her shoulder.

"Chill your Royal Chappiness." he said rather cooly. "Let's get the dress done and over with shall we? I'm taking you to Chappy Land tomorrow."

"S-seriously?"

"Yeah seriously. Or did you suddenly lose your VIP tickets? If you did, I can always buy another pair." Ichigo grinned.

"Does it have to be tomorrow while I'm currently disabled?" she asked sadly.

"Well, tomorrow's gonna be only free time I have left. After the premiere, I'm going to be busy." he said.

"Why?"

"After the movie's out, I'm going to be hauled off to interviews and press conferences and shit and all. I won't be around as much. But they're giving me the twenty fourth off." he informed.

"It's sad to know I won't be able to ridicule your hair as often." she said in a faux depressed tone.

"Yes, but you can ridicule me on Christmas. It's the perfect gift for you midget..." he said sarcastically.

"You got that right."

"Knowing you, all you have is some formal dinner with your family during the early parts of the night. Since I love Christmas and my beliefs dictate that what your Christmas is isn't the way to celebrate, I'll drag you to my house for Christmas."

"You're still burned apartment?" she scoffed.

He rolled his eyes. "That's besides the point. I meant my house. The one with my dad and my sisters." he said as though she were stupid.

"Come on Rukia! Just go spend your Christmas with his family. I'm sure that's far more pleasant than your usual Kuchiki dinners." Momo chirped.

"True... But... Brother has been acting rather strange lately." Rukia said.

"Does that mean you're actually gonna pay attention at the dinner for once." Momo teased.

Rukia sighed. "For once..." she repeated.

"So yeah, I'm just gonna head back to the cafe now. Should I tell Kiyone that there's work?" Ichigo asked as his thumb had been pointed to the door while he had the keys jingling in his hand.

"Oh! I'll do that. Kiyone probably isn't await yet anyway." Isane said.

"Oh alright then. Behave okay Rukia? Don't do the Chappy dance yourself. You're gonna hurt yourself." he teased.

She growled. "I am not a kid! And I most certainly am in the right mind! I won't do the Chappy dance!" she yelled.

"Yeah, we believe you." Momo and Ichigo said simultaneously with crossed arms.

She rasped. "Ugh, never mind! You two are simply infuriating!"

Ichigo walked to the door. "Alright, if you need anything, give me a call." he said as he exited the room.

"Aren't you two being awfully sweet." Momo grinned.

"We aren't." she quickly replied.

Momo brought out her phone and shoved the picture in Rukia's face. "I have proof. Isn't evidence everything in the court of law Ms. Lawyer!" she laughed.

Rukia's eyes widened considerably. "Wh-where did you get that!" she yelled as she tried to snatch the phone.

"You can't catch me cause your injured!" Momo teased.

"Oh damn it!" Rukia seethed.

"Umm... Dr. Hinamori, your pyromanic patient?" Isane said.

"Oh right!" Momo suddenly yelled as she had began to scurry around the room to gather her belongings. Afterwards, she rushed to the door while continuously chanting 'oh crap'.

"Shall we begin with your check up then." Isane asked.

"Yeah." Rukia nodded.


AN: Whoosh~ it's another chapter! Wee, San Fransisco is a wonderful city! I am just not too fond of the uphill parts... I love the weather! It's just so so so hot back home but them it's gonna be just a hot when I go to Orlando!

So here's another chapter for you guys. The first few parts were written while I was in L.A and we were always busy so the writing was rushed but since it's more laid-back and easygoing in San Fransisco, I had more time to relax and write properly. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

For Comments and Suggestions! You guys know the drill, REVIEW! please and thank you.

I am too lazy to to respond to your reviews so I'll just answer to the answer question ones If ever~ I'm writing this AN in Alcatraz you see~ I'm still busy looking at prison cells and the morgue and all that jazz. When I get to the hotel, I will just post it... I'll be tired by then. This is me writing in Alcatraz. Don't bother with, why didn't you write the AN when you're back in the hotel with the wifi and the laptop?

I am simply too lazy.

The fact that I've done twelve chapters is a miracle and totally out of character. I'm normally as lazy as hell!

So yes, I just bought Panic! At The Disco's new album Vices and Virtues.

I was like Yes! The old panic is back!

Therefore, songs:

Always: Panic! At The Disco

Trade Mistakes: Panic! At The Disco

Sankyu: Shuhei Hisagi & Kaname Tosen

AkaBaka-chan Signing off!