Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, the name "Cannon of Asia", FIFA, or the AFC, or anything else famous.

Author's Note:

1). Haha. I bet you all hate me for ending last chapter that way, but...it was getting long!

2) ...and if you don't hate me for that, you probably hate me for making you wait so long...I will try to be better this week and update at least 2 chapters...and I'm sorry, once again... :(

3) I don't really have anything else to say, so...Chapter 14!

Rukia didn't really know what had happened. One second, Ichigo had told her to shoot him, and the next he had her backed up against the door with his lips on hers-

Oh my God. Is he-he's not-yes, he is-he's kissing me!

And doing a damn good job of it, too. He'd started off lightly, but when Rukia didn't back away he'd pressed his lips more firmly against hers, tilting his head to settle them into a more comfortable fit. At first, Rukia'd been too surprised to do anything, but after about a minute of Ichigo's gentle coaxing, she'd begun-much to her amazement-to kiss him back. In Rukia's mind, there were only two kinds of kissers-those that knew how to kiss, and those that didn't. She'd been kissed enough by both groups to know that Ichigo definitely belonged to the first, which, if she was honest, was a pleasant shock. She'd expected his kiss to be much like him; brash, arrogant, and intrusive-but it was quite the opposite.

He hadn't touched her at first either, but now he was pinning her wrists gently against the wall, as if he was scared she'd take him up on his offer and go for her gun.

Which you should. Who the hell did Kurosaki think he was? Only an hour ago, he told her she didn't even look female, for fuck's sake, and now-now he was kissing her?! What sort of bullshit game was he trying to play? Rukia lifted her hands from the wall where he had them pinned with the intention of pushing him away-but as soon as her hands touched his chest, as soon as Rukia felt all that defined muscle pushing back against her fingers-she knew that she was gone. She spread her fingers wide and slid one hand down from his chest to his stomach, the feel of all those bumps and ridges beneath her palm nearly making her moan...

As soon as he felt Rukia stiffen, Ichigo knew that his time was short. He himself tensed, waiting for Rukia to push him away, expecting to feel either pain in his solar plexus or cold metal against his nose, completely unprepared for when she curved one hand over his pec while sliding the heel of her other hand down his stomach. He made a sound low in his throat and brought his hand up to frame her face. The other hand he pushed against the small of her back, bringing her petite body closer to his, pleased when she pressed her body into his and wound her arms around him, bringing him closer still. Ichigo took the invitation, using his body to press her back against the door more firmly.

Rukia purred as Ichigo pressed her against the door, enjoying the feel of him pressed up against her-Oh my god. If that was what she thought it was pressing into her stomach, she was impressed. She whimpered as Ichigo slid his hand from her neck down and around her body to join the other one where it was pressed against her back, and then moved that hand lower still-

Rukia, you idiot! What if Ichigo was the killer? He could be using the kiss to distract her, and just be waiting for the moment she let her guard down! Rukia unwound her arms from Ichigo's neck, and reached behind her to rest one hand on his briefly before sliding it down further to grip the handle of her gun.

Second base, here I come. Ichigo felt himself smirking as he broke their kiss and put his mouth to Rukia's neck-

Only to feel a cold hardness pressed against his chin.

"That's quite enough, Kurosaki." Rukia dug the muzzle deeper into the footballer's chin, waiting only until his hands had fallen away from her body and he'd backed a few feet away to lower her gun cautiously, keeping her eyes glued to him.

Ichigo licked his lips. Yum. He'd been right. The little police officer did taste as good as she looked. Too bad I only got a snack, instead of the full meal. Rukia watched him warily as her gun lowered, and Ichigo eyed her hungrily, wishing she would just drop the damn thing so-

"Why did you kiss me?"

"Huh?"

"Are you stupid? I said, why did you kiss me!?" Rukia shouted.

"Because I wanted to..?" Ichigo supplied.

"Thought you thought I was 'sexless', strawberry," Rukia raised an eyebrow tauntingly as she tucked the gun back into the back of her skirt, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction at Ichigo's seeming fascination with how the movement of her arms behind her caused her breasts to push forwards against her shirt.

"Don't call me that," he purred dangerously, narrowing his eyes at her. "So now that we know I'm attracted to you," he blew out a breath and rested his hands on his hips, "what happens next, Miss Kuchiki?"

"Nothing, I'm going to bed..," Rukia noted Ichigo's expression and felt compelled to add, "alone, Kurosaki."

"Did I say anything?" He glared at her smug expression as she picked up his gift and started back into her room.

"You didn't have to, Kurosaki. Your friend," she giggled as she stared pointedly at his crotch, "says it all. And I suggest you go to bed early too. Practice IS at 5:30, you know." Rukia shot one more smug look at his crotch before closing the door with a decisive clack.

"Shit," breathed Ichigo, pushing his hands through his hair as he headed towards his own room so he could get to the bathroom for yet another cold shower. "Thanks a lot, buddy," he muttered, glaring at the northern part of his anatomy in disgust.

You're welcome.

"Oh no, not you again," groaned Ichigo as he turned on the water.

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Tatsuki couldn't get enough. Even though she and Kenpachi were as close as was physically possible, his entire body pinning her against the bed, she wanted more. She wanted-

"We need to stop," gasped Kenpachi as he pulled his mouth away from hers, albeit reluctantly.

"What?!" Tatsuki's eyes flew open to settle on his face in shock.

"We need to stop," he repeated, pushing himself up to hover above her as she propped herself up onto her elbows, the movement-Kenpachi kicked himself for noticing-causing her breasts to bounce slightly.

"Why?" she demanded, a line creasing her forehead into a frown as she crossed her arms over her breasts and sat up straight, forcing Kenpachi to shuffle backwards on the bed. "Don't you want me?"

"Obviously," scoffed Kenpachi, staring pointedly at the tent in his shorts before returning his gaze to hers. "I'm just, not, well, I'm just not ready."

"Isn't that supposed to be my line?" Tatsuki returned ruefully, sliding off the bed and going in a (fruitless) search for her bra. She finally gave up and shrugged on her blouse, refastening the buttons clumsily with her back turned to him. Not a good sign, Keni. He hopped off the bed and padded over to where she stood, using his hand on her shoulder to turn her around to face him.

"Look, Tatsuki," he began. "I want you, I really do. I just...I just..."

Her face softened slightly, and she rested her hand against his cheek, finishing his statement for him, "...you just want to wait until you know me a little better, is that it?"

Kenpachi nodded.

"Well, I'm not upset or anything," she gave him a half-smile, "I guess my female ego is a little bruised," Tatsuki tapped his nose, "but I suppose you have a good enough reason, so I'll let it slide...for now." She took his hand off her shoulder and wove her fingers through his, her normal mischevious smile returning as she tugged him towards the living room. "Now, let's get started on knowing me better so we can get finished what we started!"

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"Enemies?" Gin scoffed, the ever-present grin on his face widening, if that was possible.

"Yes," Ukitake asserted.

"Well..," drawled Gin, leaning backwards and folding his arms behind his head, "there's really only one person that I can think of who would actually hate me enough to kill the three people in the world closest to me..."

"Who?"

"Hitsugaya Toushiro, of course," Gin replied grimly.

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