A/N: I can't decide if this week went by really fast or really slow...Either way, my sense of time is kinda off. This update is a few minutes late, but I'm sure it's still Friday in some places!xD
Technicality:
He hadn't really expected the question.
In all the planning, the calculating, the notes, the advice he grudgingly listened to and the uncharacteristically meticulous care which he took to make sure everything went with perfect smoothness, he never considered the possibility of her asking that question.
But then again, he should have known; nothing involving Rukia is ever smooth.
So when he finally worked up the courage to utter the famous words: "Will you marry me?"
The last thing he expected was for her to respond with the question: "Why should I marry you?"
And being the blunt, some would say hotheaded, guy that he is, he answered with the first thing that sprouted into his head. "Because you're mine."
At first he wanted to hit himself for saying that, when he saw her raise that delicate eyebrow at him and look at him skeptically. Then he decided, to hell with it! She put him on the spot in the first place!
"The way I see it," he started with a diplomatic pretense. "You saved my life once when we met. Then I saved yours when you were about to be executed, then again when we were in Hueco Mundo from Yammy. That makes two against one, which cancels itself out and means that I saved your life. As the savior of your life, I am the rightful owner of it. And I would like to make it official with marriage." He finished the explanation, pleased with himself.
I just want you to marry me, damn it!
Rukia appeared to consider him for a minute, then shrugged. "I guess you're right. I have no choice then."
"…Is that a yes?" he ventured tentatively.
Rukia didn't mention the one time she had arrived just in time to save Ichigo from being finished by Grimmjow, just before Hueco Mundo. Which would actually make them even. But she chose not to tell him. It was only a technicality after all.
"Sure." she grinned at him.
Of course, I want to marry you too, idiot.