Fall in Love like a Shoujo Manga
Chapter Twelve: Just Checking
Warning: Sexually hinting scenes
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The day after the hectic festival, the air was filled with silent excitement. As every student headed to their homerooms for class to start, they whispered and laughed about the event that night - the bonfire dance.
"I heard from seniors a few years ago, that someone caught on fire." Keigo said rather too enthusiastically.
"I doubt that." Chizuru said, "If anything, maybe a couple was caught having sex or something. That's way more possible than the stuff you come up with."
"Other than those rumours, I'm really excited. I've never been to an event like this before." Rukia added.
"Neither have we, it's our first time." Orihime added gleefully. "I wonder what kind of food they'll have."
"It'll probably festival food, vendors are allowed to gather, and so are local residents. So practically anyone will be there." Uryu answered.
"Practically anyone eh?" Ichigo asked.
"Yeah." Uryu said.
"Hm." Ichigo muttered.
"Alright you hooligans, get to your seats." The teacher said, as she closed the sliding door, and sat on the edge of her desk. "As you already know, there will be a bonfire tonight. This year, they have taken extra precautions. There will be policemen on the grounds to protect you guys and anyone else. Last year… never mind, I shouldn't tell you."
"Tell us!" Keigo exclaimed. The entire class whispered amongst themselves.
"Well, there was a pickpocket going around. Plus, a bunch of troublesome looking kids were there. So they'll be taken care of, don't worry." She waved off the problem like a fly in her face.
"What about the molester?" Someone shouted from the back.
"Molester?" Orihime asked.
"Yeah," Mizuro replied. "He's committed three crimes already, who knows what-"
"Oh hush! There will be no molesters. Now everyone take out your textbooks." She stood up and went around her desk to sit down. "Oh you're such kids."
Class ended quickly that day. The students were forced to leave the school, club activities canceled, and the entire grounds closed down just for the set up. The teachers decided to give back to their hard working students through this bonfire, and they couldn't wait to rub it into their young faces.
Ichigo and Rukia walked home in the breezy spring air. The sun was still up high, and they walked in silence. The sound of their footsteps on the asphalt rang through the unexpectedly empty street. It was a comfortable silence. Ichigo reached out slowly and grabbed Rukia's hand. She blushed while looking away to hide her face and she suddenly remembered something.
"Ichigo, can we go get ice cream?" She asked innocently. Ichigo smiled at how cute she was and nodded.
They made their way to the ice cream parlor and walked in. It was cool in the store, and there was a nice atmosphere. Rukia bolted to the counter and gleamed at the variety of flavors and types of cones. Ichigo followed, placing his hand on her head, and then rubbing her hair.
"So, which one would you like?" Ichigo asked.
"Vanilla." She said. The orange haired teen nodded, expecting that answer. He pulled out his wallet and rang the bell.
"Hi there, what would you like?" The tender smiled.
"Chocolate and vanilla with strawberry toppings," Ichigo pulled out a bill. Rukia looked up.
"How did you know?" Rukia said, looking up with a quizzical face.
"You don't think I know you by now? I know you didn't tell me that part because you didn't want to get embarrassed. I've seen you put strawberries in your ice cream Rukia." Ichigo chuckled.
"Here you are, come again!" Said the clerk. Rukia smiled as she took the ice cream from Ichigo with a polite thank you, and they made their way out of the store.
They walked into the unexpectedly hot apartment, and took off their shoes. They made their way into their rooms, and got out of their school uniforms into something more comfortable. Clad in shorts and a white wife beater, Ichigo fell back onto the couch. Using a remote to turn on the fan, and then another to flip through T.V. channels. He heard Rukia's door open, and her soft footsteps towards the kitchen. Not taking his eyes off the T.V. screen, he called out her name.
"What is it? Need anything?" Rukia replied.
"Yeah, can you get me a drink? Anything cold will do. It's boiling in here." Ichigo proceeded to shake his shirt, realizing that the fan didn't suffice.
Rukia walked over, the cool water with ice in her hand. She stood in front of him and handed it over. "I know, you'd think that for really nice facilities in this place, they'd have air conditioning."
Ichigo grabbed the drink and gulped it down, after finishing, he handed it back to Rukia. It was then that he noticed her outfit. She was wearing a fit white top with spaghetti straps, revealing her white bra straps as well. Along with that, she was wearing black short shorts, and had her hair messily clipped up.
"What is it Ichigo?" Rukia leaned in a tiny bit closer. Ichigo blushed furiously and looked away.
"Uh, thanks for the drink. Sit down, why don't you." He patted the seat beside him, still not daring to make eye contact.
Rukia laughed, placing the cup on the coffee table and sat down.
A few minutes passed as they watched T.V. Rukia wasn't sure if it was the heat affecting her, or maybe her heart really was beating that fast. That maybe he was that cute… handsome… hot. That his arms weren't that big, were they? That his chest can't be that sculpted… was it? She should know - she's healed those parts several times. Then there was his face, was it the heat or, was he blushing madly, making him look kinder and more awkward than ever – more attractive then ever. That's when her hand, out of habit, moved up to her neck, and she massaged it, she tended to do so in awkward situations. As well as blush, of course.
Ichigo was feeling the tension too - since when was she that beautiful in nothing but a few pieces of clothing? He suddenly realized that her eyes, her skin, her lips, all beautifully moist, smooth and gorgeous. And that frame… that amazing form, all nice and perfect, nothing too big or small, it fit her perfectly. It was then he did something not controlled by his brain, well, not his own anyway, and he placed his hand on her leg.
They both slightly jumped at the touch. Ichigo cursed his hollow, and Zangetsu chuckled. Rukia tried not to jump up and run away, but his hand was getting warmer and warmer, sending tingles up and down her body. It's a good thing she was wearing little clothing, or she would have passed out from a heat stroke. Rukia's body complied with his touch, placing her hand over his. When that happened, it's as if the entire situation cooled down.
He couldn't help it anymore.
Ichigo grabbed her by the shoulders and skilfully placed her underneath him. Rukia looked up at him, shocked, and blushing madly.
"I can't control myself… especially when you look like this." Ichigo kissed her neck, and then began to lick it. Rukia moaned a little at the feeling of his wet tongue and hot breath on her skin.
"Ichigo… stop."
Ichigo continued to the top of her chest, kissing her along the way. He slipped off her straps with ease, and kissed her shoulders.
"If I stop now, I won't be able to stop the next time." He whispered hotly into her ears.
He continued down her chest, to her breasts, covered by her blue polka dot bra. He ran his large hands over her smooth, flat belly, kissing it along the way. Eventually his hands made its way under her bra, caressing her breast. She let out little moans at his touch. He continued kissing her while he held her close. Rukia pulled out his hand from under her garment and pulled his body onto hers. Kissing him hungrily, wanting more and more. Ichigo responded quickly, pretty soon his shirt was on the floor, and his shorts were slightly below his waist. Rukia was now completely topless, and there were hands absolutely everywhere.
There was a sudden knock at the door.
Ichigo and Rukia looked up from the couch, Ichigo got up and made his way towards the door while pulling up his pants. Not caring about the bump between his legs. Rukia pulled on her bra and top with ease, and fixed the couch. Ichigo opened the door slightly and saw Orihime on the other side. He closed the door once more, unlatched it, and then opened it fully.
"Ah, hello Kurosaki-kun." Her grey eyes darted in several directions, including down. She suddenly blushed furiously, while her eyes were downcast. Ichigo looked at her quizzically.
"Oh hello Inoue!" Rukia chimed in, slamming a pillow onto Ichigo's erect nether regions.
"OW!" He exclaimed.
"Careful where you point that thing." Rukia whispered to Ichigo. "So what is it that you need Inoue?" Rukia asked with a smile.
"I was wondering whether or not we could prepare for the festival together – but if you're busy, it's alright!" She finished off quickly.
"Okay Inoue, let's have some fun" She replied gleefully. Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"Well, you guys are right – it'll be dark soon. How long were we like that Rukia-" The orange haired teen was cut off by an elbow to the gut, he swore and smacked Rukia upside the head in return. The small woman glared, ran into her bedroom to get a bag of things, and ran back to Orihime.
"Well, I'll see you later?" Ichigo said, unsure when he'll see his little shinigami.
"Hmm, maybe around six?" Rukia replied.
"Alright, I'll pick you up." He closed the door before Rukia could protest.
"What? Pick me up?" She yelled. No answer. Rukia rolled her eyes and walked away with Orihime.
Inside, Ichigo chuckled to himself, as he made his way to his bedroom, he too, needed to get ready for the night.
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Rukia put on the finishing touches of her make-up. Orihime was perfectly ready as well. Suddenly, the phone rang. Orihime rushed out to pick up the phone, she muttered a few words, and then called Rukia.
"Who is it?" Rukia asked.
"It's Kurosaki-kun." Orihime replied.
The shinigami walked over and put the phone to her ear. "Hello?"
"If you don't hurry up, we're leaving you guys." Ichigo said from the other line.
"What do you mean?" Rukia asked.
"Uryu and I are waiting at the front, if you don't hurry, we're leaving." Ichigo then hung up.
Rukia rolled her eyes and put the phone down.
"Let's hurry downstairs Inoue."
Orihime nodded, they collected their things into their matching purses and made their way to the lobby.
The air was crisp that night. Stars were shining brighter than usual, and there was a slight breeze blowing from the west. Ichigo and Uryu sat atop their rented motorcycles. They practiced driving it for weeks, and it was finally the day to show it off.
"I'm not going to lie but – I feel pretty damn awesome sitting on this thing." Ichigo said.
"It's very dangerous, we must be careful, especially since we're escorting someone." Uryu replied, pushing up his glasses.
The pair was wearing casual clothing. They wore black jeans; torn in some places, leather jackets covering printed t-shirts. There was a theme for the night; people were to come dressed like gangsters, students or princesses and princes. It was idiotic really; leave it to the teachers to come up with stupid themes.
They sat there for a good ten minutes.
"Damn it, where are they? They're taking so long!" Ichigo complained.
"Don't worry, they'll be here."
"Well screw it – I'll call them again." Ichigo muttered.
"Wait, there they are now." Uryu points up to the two gorgeous women – dressed like bad-asses.
Rukia was wearing a white leather jacket, half cut and fit. Her shirt underneath was dark red and a heart shaped crop top that showed off her usually barely-there breasts, and her flat stomach. Her skinny jeans were tight, crinkling just above her black heels. Her eyes were surrounded by thin eyeliner. The mascara made her eyelashes extremely long, which were accentuated by her smoky eye shadow. Ichigo stared at her red lips, cute and plump. He blushed as she walked over.
"Oh, what 'bad boys' on motorcycles, still not impressed though." Rukia slapped Ichigo's back. He glared, and looked away angrily.
"You're wearing a lot of make up, she-man." Ichigo muttered. Rukia fumed, and kicked him in the shin with her pointed stilettos. He cringed as the pain sent bolts up his body.
"That's what you get!" Rukia yelled.
Orihime was wearing quite the opposite, however, she was wearing a faux fur upper jacket with a top almost like Rukia's only longer and deep blue. She wore leather tights, hugging her legs, with matching blue heels. Her hair was curled, her eyeliner a little thicker, and her make up bold. Stunning, Uryu thought.
"You look wonderful." Uryu said, trying his best not to seem rude and stare.
Orihime blushed and looked away. "Thank you, you look nice as well." She smiled an awkward smile.
"Well, hop on." Uryu handed her a helmet, Orihime hesitantly took it and placed it onto her head.
"You're sure we won't crash?" She asked worriedly.
"I doubt it, if anything, I'm sure you can heal our injuries right away." Uryu smiled gently, and Orihime blushed intensely.
"That is um – I'm not that good at – " She stammered embarrassingly. Before she could finish her sentence, her escort revved the loud engine. She wrapped her arms around his waist tightly, afraid of falling.
"Don't worry, I'm here to protect you." Uryu said. Then they sped away.
Ichigo and Rukia watched as their headlights disappeared.
"Look, now they left us." Ichigo muttered.
"Well isn't it best to leave them be?" Rukia laughed. "We should get going too."
Ichigo flung the extra helmet at her stomach, which she clumsily caught.
"Can't you at least be a little more chivalrous?" Rukia exclaimed. Ichigo glared at her and got off the motorcycle.
"Fine." He walked over to her, seeming taller than he usually was in her eyes. He picked her small frame up into his arms and placed her on the bike. Rukia was too surprised to say a word. "There your highness. What else would you like? Maybe a backrub? Oh wait no, what about a pile of jewelery or perhaps –" Ichigo was interrupted by a punch to the gut. He glared at Rukia but was surprised by what he saw.
She was blushing, madly at that. He smirked.
"I really don't understand you." He paused. "But one thing I understand is that you're getting more and more attractive everyday." He kissed her on the forehead, took his seat on the bike and placed his helmet on his head. Rukia put hers on then wrapped her arms around his waist. It was warm and welcoming. "Hold on tight." Ichigo said, a smirk audible as he spoke. Then they zoomed away.
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"Show your ticket and student card please." Said a large and luminous bouncer at the entrance.
"Sure." Ichigo pulled out his and Rukia's cards and tickets.
"Alright. Watch out for the little lady by the way. We've got lots of civilians in this here celebration." He mumbled in a low but audible voice. "Enjoy." He let them pass him through the black metal gates of the school.
"As if I can't take care of myself." Rukia scoffed. Ichigo rolled his eyes and pulled her closer to him.
"Of course you can. But it always helps to have me nearby. Jeez." Ichigo scratched the back of his head in frustration.
They made their way silently down the grounds, towards the lights and music. She felt a hand grab hers. Then she realized why. There were groups of guys everywhere. Most of which were from nearby high schools, and then the odd one or two girls trailing along. She giggled to herself.
"Ichigo!" Keigo called out. He appropriately dressed as a delinquent. "We were looking for you guys!"
"Oh really?" Ichigo said. "Where's everyone else?"
"Wow Kuchiki-san, you look amazing." Keigo said. Rukia laughed.
"Aw, that's very sweet of you Keigo." She replied.
"Hey, listen to me!" Ichigo slammed his fist onto Keigo's head. The victim let out a yelp.
"Yeah… ouch… they're right behind me." He pulled his puppy face.
"Oi Ichigo!" Tatsuki yelled, looking very much like a punk.
"Hey." Ichigo muttered, smirking.
"So, we're gonna go ahead to a rock performance the teachers are putting on. Wanna come along?"
Ichigo glanced at Rukia, who was bewildered by the entire fiasco. "Nah, I'll just – you know." He shrugged. Tatsuki smirked.
"Of course. Let's go Keigo!" Tatsuki dragged Keigo by the ear; he was crying a river from being separated from Rukia.
"ICHIGO! WHAT'S THAT?" Rukia asked excitedly, pointing towards a booth, she dragged Ichigo behind her towards the vendor who was smoking a cigar.
"Well hello little lady! Would you like to give it a try?" He put his arm out to the yellow rubber ducks rolling on several plains, disappearing to one side and reappearing on the other.
"Oh! Can I Ichigo?" She asked happily. Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"You don't have to ask me." He chuckled. Rukia smiled, and placed a dollar on the stand. The vendor handed her the shotgun.
"This thing isn't loaded with real bull-" Bang! Ichigo was cut off by the pop of the gun.
"Oh of course not, it's just a BB gun. Nice try missy! You have two shots left!" He grinned towards Rukia.
"Ichigo! Ichigo! Watch me! Watch!" She said happily. Ichigo smiled to himself, it was like seeing Rukia as a child.
Ichigo watched. Rukia pulled the trigger, and missed by a mile. The orange haired teen laughed.
"It's not that hard Rukia!" He was crying from laughter now. Rukia glared.
"Shut up! It's not like you're any better!" Rukia retorted. Ichigo wiped the tears from his laughter away.
"Be quiet and watch midget." He grabbed the gun from her small hands and positioned himself.
Steady. Steady. Don't be afraid to hurt the farthest cute, yellow rubber ducky with a red mark as it minds its own business making it's way to the opposite end of the platform. Ichigo pulls the trigger.
"Congratulations! You won the grand prize!" The vendor laughed loudly. "Here you are!" He handed Ichigo a large, white, fluffy stuffed rabbit. Ichigo received the stuffed toy, and smiled at Rukia.
"That's how it's done." Ichigo muttered at Rukia who looked at him with a glint in her eye.
"Chappy!" She said. Ichigo sighed in frustration; the giant rabbit was probably all she noticed. He handed her the doll, which was nearly Rukia's height. "Thank you Ichigo!" She smiled a different smile. It was cute, and innocent. Highly contrasting her womanly and elegant smile.
That's right. Rukia died as an infant and grew up on the streets, if anything this is as close to a festival as she'll get. Ichigo smiled, for about the billionth time, he thought.
"There's a lot more I can show you, Rukia." He said, taking her hand. Ichigo started walking, only to notice that she was lagging behind. "What's taking you so long?" He turned.
"The bunny is too big for me to carry!" Rukia answered; her voice muffled behind the stuffed animal. Ichigo laughed and gave the doll to the vendor for safekeeping.
Rukia walked beside him, pointing out little details, laughing innocently and really having fun. At one point they took booth pictures.
"Smile damn it!" Rukia commanded.
"That's not me!" Ichigo argued. This went on for five minutes, until finally, Ichigo decided to smile.
About five pictures later, they ran out of ideas.
"Okay so we have funny faced, normal, angry, sad, and surprised. What else?" Rukia put her finger to her chin in thought.
Ichigo smirked. He placed his hand on hers, which was on the camera trigger, kissed her on the cheek then pressed down on her hand.
"How's that?" He grinned. Rukia smiled.
"Perfect." She said, blushing, then she punched him in the gut. "You could have at least told me! What if I looked like an idiot!"
That's what he got for being sweet. Ichigo shook his head with a sigh, what else was he expecting? Rukia suddenly planted a big smooch on his lips. He looked at her in surprise.
"See, your face right now is absolutely priceless." She chuckled her 'victory chuckle'.
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"I'm kinda hungry." Rukia muttered, as she and Ichigo walked past stores selling delicious looking food.
"Alright, I'll get some Takoyaki." Ichigo walked off to a vendor.
Rukia waited by a clearing of people, watching and waiting patiently. She flipped open her cell-phone, checking for nearby hollows.
Ichigo turned to check on Rukia, to find that she was gone. He tiptoed a little and found the woman looking at her cell in confusion. Typical, work obsessed Rukia. He rolled his eyes. He made his way over with food in his hands, and then happened upon an unexpected scene.
"Hey sexy, looks like you're lookin' to get some." Said a guy with fire red hair.
"I'm sorry, I don't have time for people like you." Rukia muttered, walking off.
"Oh don't be such a tight ass, well… yours is kinda nice." Said another. A whole group was closed around her.
"Ah great." Ichigo muttered. He placed the takoyaki on a nearby table, and made his way over to the group of guys.
"I don't think you'd like a stiletto in your stomach." Rukia warned. Ichigo heard this, and walked faster.
"It's okay babe, I'm real gentle, no need to be afraid." The Fire Guy responded, the entire group laughed along with him, as he stepped closer, and then pulled Rukia into his arms.
"Are you serious?" Rukia muttered. She lifted her knee to collide with his ever-bulging crotch, when the stranger flew back into the bushes.
Rukia turned to see Ichigo. Absolutely. Furious.
"I take my eyes off you for one second and you're already getting hit on! I should have taken you with me!" Ichigo exclaimed, grabbing her hand and dragging her behind him.
"I can-"
"I know you can take care of yourself, but this is my job." The rest of the gang ran towards Ichigo, hoping to tackle him and restrain him to the ground.
But the shinigami, trained in both hand to hand and sword combat; easily dodged their punches and retaliated without a drop of sweat.
"Hey! He's mine." Fire Guy walked slowly over to Ichigo. By now there was a crowd around them.
"Ichigo, let's just go." Rukia said calmly, pulling him back.
"He touched you Rukia, he verbally assaulted you. What the hell do you expect me to do? Walk away?"
"Cut the chit chat. Let's go fire head." Said Fire Guy. He swung a fist at Ichigo who grabbed it and threw him onto a nearby bench.
"Don't touch her. Ever again." He picked Rukia up much like the way he did when he rescued her from Soul Society.
There was a click.
"Move and this bullet will go right into your head." Fire Guy threatened. Ichigo paused. The large audience dispersed.
The orange haired teen turned around, only to see Fire Guy on the ground with his arms over his head.
"Eh, Ichigo! You're getting more and more reckless!" Said the familiar voice.
"Renji!" Ichigo exclaimed in surprise.
"Mind putting me down?" Rukia cleared her throat and Ichigo placed her back on her feet.
"Are you alright? Did he touch you anywhere else?" Ichigo asked, unusually frantic compared to his cool composure.
"I'm fine Ichigo. You really don't need to rescue me all the time." Rukia looked up at Renji who smiled at her. "How are you Renji?"
"Oh same old, same old." He grinned and put an arm around Rukia. "Had me worried back there! I thought you were as good as dead."
"If it weren't for you, I'm sure we could have handled it by ourselves." Rukia laughed.
"Hey, what's that?" Renji pointed vaguely at a vendor. Rukia excitedly dragged him over, showing him what she knew.
Ichigo watched as the two laughed and rekindled. He frowned a little. Would it have been different if he met her first?
"Better leave them alone." He muttered, and disappeared into the crowd.
Rukia laughed hysterically at Renji's ignorance, and looked around for Ichigo.
"Where'd he go?" Rukia tiptoed.
"Don't know. Washroom?" Renji answered. Rukia just nodded and sipped her tea. "You're happier." Renji added.
"What?"
"You're smiling and laughing more. You're less beastly. Is it Ichigo?" Renji cringed, ready to take a hit.
"I don't like how you called me a beast. I may be violent, but it's the only way you guys seem to listen. And maybe, I don't really know." Rukia smiled. Renji rolled his eyes.
About ten minutes later, they were sure that Ichigo wasn't in the washroom anymore.
"Let's look." Renji said, grabbing Rukia's hand.
She watched him hold her hand for a few seconds, and then pulled back.
"I don't appreciate that." She glared and then walked ahead of him. "I see him."
Ichigo was standing there, with a scowl on his face as a woman with large breasts and long slender legs talked to him.
Rukia looked at the situation in suspicion, and slowly walked over, trying not to be noticed. As soon as she got close, she heard a rather peculiar conversation.
"I'm not hard to control, so, I'll be willing to do whatever you want me to."
"Can you just leave me alone? I'm not looking for anyone." Ichigo muttered.
"Hmm, seems like someone's a virgin. Don't worry, I'll teach you and you can ride me nice and slow." She said, obviously older than Ichigo. The orange haired teen side stepped to walk away from her, only to be held seductively. She pressed her breasts up against his back and licked the back of his ear. Ichigo cringed.
"Ma'am, I have no interest in you. Go. Away." He walked away, angrier than ever. Rukia ran up to him and grabbed his arm.
"Where have you been? We were looking for you everywhere!" Rukia exclaimed.
"Not that you needed me to be there anyway. I'm going home. Stay as long as you want." Ichigo shrugged her hand off.
"Ichigo." Rukia said sternly. Ichigo didn't respond and disappeared into a trail near the woods of their school.
"Ichigo!" Rukia said, frustrated.
She followed his rieatsu and found him in a clearing in the woods. He was sitting on the ground, staring at the stars. She sighed, and stood above him.
"What's wrong?" Rukia asked.
"Nothing." Ichigo muttered. He then stood up and turned to walk away. Rukia grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her.
"Damn it Ichigo! Haven't I told you that you're the world's worst actor? Don't be such a drama queen!" Rukia yelled. "I've had just about enough of you hiding your feelings… acting as if it doesn't matter to me! Well it does!" Ichigo looked at her coldly, then looked away.
"I just feel that when you're gone… when you're gone I won't mean much to you anymore… because… I'm not there." Ichigo swallowed. "You have so many who already care for you… you don't need me." He sighed.
Rukia looked up at him in sadness, then in frustration. "Why do you question your importance in my life?" She stomped a few meters away. "It's like I'm sand, slipping away at every second, aren't I Ichigo?" She turned to glare, only to see him frowning, his eyes piercing her.
"I don't like telling you my doubts, I keep it inside because I know that it's weak and selfish of me."
"You don't understand. I don't think you're weak." She walked up to him, struggling in her stilettos. "You're the strongest person I've ever met. I feed off of your strength. Now don't get me wrong… I'm not a defenceless woman. It's just that…" She looked away momentarily, and then met his gaze again. "I need you. I can't just forget about you the instant I leave. You're too important to me..." She slapped him across the face. "So don't you dare make such a face for such a stupid reason; you're doubting my feelings – I should be the one asking you this." Rukia walked away.
Ichigo put rubbed his cheek. "Look… I'm sorry but … you never slap me. You're angrier than usual"
"Ichigo. Just shut up." Rukia muttered.
Ichigo looked down at his feet, and then was unexpectedly tackled to the ground.
Rukia was on top of him. Her clothing revealing more than she usually did. She leaned in to kiss Ichigo, pausing about a few millimetres away to tease him. They gazed into each other's eyes. Suddenly Ichigo kissed her, hungrily. His hands traveled all over her. She received his touch lovingly, with soft moans. Rukia heard faint voices, and a group of rieatsu travelling their way. She pushed Ichigo away, only to find that she was completely dominated.
"Ichigo! Ichigo stop!" Rukia said, as he licked the crook of her neck. She became very red. "Please…" She struggled to whisper as he made his way down her chest. "People… people are coming!" She punched his face away.
"Oi! Rukia, Ichigo!" Keigo said. "We met up with Renji! We were looking for you guys." He grinned.
"We found you at a perfect spot too, it's our job to set up the fireworks!" Orihime smiled.
"But isn't it bad with all these trees?" Ichigo asked.
"Not really, the clearing's wide enough. Besides, we have someone with ice powers." Uryu answered, smiling at Rukia.
"Well, we'll help out!" The small shinigami smiled.
As they set up the fireworks in a line, and got their matches out, Renji made his way beside Rukia.
"I'm sure you're wondering why I visited. Well, Byakuya-taichou wanted me to check on you."
"Thanks, but clearly I'm fine." Rukia said, as she fiddled with the matches.
"Not only that, I'm here to check if your rieatsu is in check, and that you're transitioning into leaving easily." Renji looked away. Rukia didn't respond. "Enjoy your stay Rukia, we'll be waiting at Soul Society." He messed up her hair, then left.
Rukia sat back, tired of failing at lighting even a single match. Ichigo sat beside her, and took the matches, easily lighting one.
"Alright on my count!" Uryu yelled. "1. 2. 3. Light!"
First Orihime lit hers, and then waited for it to speed away and explode gloriously, then Tatsuki, and so on.
"What happened?" Ichigo asked, as he looked up at the sky with Rukia.
"Not much. Just a warning, but he made it seem like a check up." Rukia looked at Ichigo, who was still looking up at the sky. "If you get married to someone else while I'm gone, I don't mind, Ichigo."
Ichigo looked at her in shock.
"I'm only marrying you." He said seriously, with his famous angry pout. Rukia laughed.
"Don't commit yourself to me Ichigo. You have lots of other women to fall in love with."
"I didn't say I was in love." Ichigo muttered. Rukia looked at him quizzically. "I said I would stay by your side forever. I'd like to think it's more than 'love'." He blushed a little, then looked away.
Rukia rolled her eyes. "Well, there are different definitions of it."
"Hey Rukia," Ichigo said. Rukia turned to look at him. "You don't have to go back to Soul Society." The small shinigami shook her head.
"Yes I do, Ichigo."
"Not with me beside you." Ichigo said. He pulled her closer, and hugged her kind of awkwardly. Rukia smiled, and returned his hug.
"We still have to pick up Chappy you know." Rukia said.
Ichigo chuckled.
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A/N: So I finally updated. Sorry guys, the thought processes are taking longer than expected. Anyway, I hope you liked it! There's about three chapters left to the story, :tear: But now you won't have to complain about waiting so long eh? Haha. Thanks for reading! Leave a review if you'd like! :) I haven't been on FF for so long I forgot how everything works. XD - And damn the difference between Canadian and American spelling!