(A/N) I know that I am a week and some change late. I am a terrible author who deserves a flogging. However, it took a little longer than I thought. I hope the length makes up for the lack of timeliness. This is 30+ pages.

I have chapter 26, 95% done, so it won't be tardy. It will be out one week from today unless my arms fall off. Work has been getting the best of me and my Saturdays have been booked with helping a co-worker who has been out from work due to illness for the last six weeks. After two weeks in the hospital, she went to a rehab facility and will be there another two weeks. She is a late middle age widow who has other health challenges. Six of us have been trying to get her house in a position that is more handicapped friendly and extremely clean.

I am one of those weird people that believes that helping others is helping yourself cleanse your soul. Besides, if that would have been my mother, I would hope that someone would help her if I was not available. Fate does have a way of coming back around for a return visit; I hope I am on her good side.

Anywho, enough of my excuses.

There is a great deal going on in this chapter. We have Orihime, Ichigo, Isshin, Rukia, Byakuya and Yamamoto. No, I am not trying to make Orihime a nut job, so I keep her conclusions plausible. Her understanding will get clearer, in time. She will not always be clueless and she will not always pine after Ichigo. I will give her a dose of 'Get Right' in the next story.

Rukia and Byakuya make a good team. Ichigo and Rukia, though they are protective of the other and know that things are changing, it doesn't quell the fears and anxieties of longing and unexpressed feelings. The impending departure only makes it worse. Isshin knows his son's ways and why he thinks the way he does. In the end, it is all about family.

You may not like me at the end of this chapter, but I hope I change your mind at the end of the next one- a lot. ^_^

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Chapter 25- Us and Them

Rukia and Byakuya slow their pace at the entrance of two very tall, carved mahogany doors. The image on both doors is of the Kuchiki family crest and their large lion's head pulls made of bronze. There is a man on each side, with his hands on the bronze images, waiting for the Clan Leader's signal.

Coming to a complete stop, twenty feet outside of the doors' perimeter, he waits for Rukia to do likewise. His gaze travels down to meet hers and he asks for the last time, in a hushed tone, "Rukia-Sama, are you ready?" His expression is resolute, but holds compassion. This is a big step for her. Her upcoming ceremony will be an event in her life like, marriage, becoming a captain, Kozo becoming a captain, the birth of her child; and the day she does for one of his nieces and nephews what he is about to do today. Then, there will be the day he steps down and becomes her advisor.

Though he always believed that he would be going into this room announcing his own son or daughter as his successor, announcing his sibling gives him great pride.

Rukia is fully aware that this is a life changing event. It is frightening, but it is what has to be done. She is less afraid of this responsibility than living without Ichigo. Already, she misses the sound of his voice through his chest…his scent in her nose. Really, there is nothing to think about or contemplate. If she wants comfort, she has to endure some pain.

Fixing her posture as rigidly as possible, she replies softly and confidently, "Hai, Byakuya-Nii-Sama."

He nods at her. "Excellent. Just follow my lead. Remember, it is not permissible to bow lowly to anyone in the Clan but me, now. And from this point forward, I do not want you to do that to me, either. We do not want to undermine your authority. I will field the questions. Regardless of what they say, do not look rattled. Remember, no matter what they promise to do, I will handle it; they will not be successful."

He turns his head forward and she does likewise. His last words before venturing forward are encouraging, but serious. "Come; let me introduce you to the types of people that we claim to not posses in our family tree. It is the proof that, rich or poor, there is no variance between good and evil; right and wrong. What the people in this room are capable of, would rival the hardest criminal in the Rokongai."

His voice softens. "Yet, there are others that would be the equivalent of the type of person who takes in motherless children and takes care of them."

Rukia looks down, briefly. That is a very sad chapter for her. There is the agony of loss, mixed the guilt of forgetting them and the theft of her time in watching them grow.

While she sees taking them in as the cycle of survival in the Rokongai, Bya-Nii views it as altruism. But the truth is, you cannot survive the Rokongai without the help of others. Neither she nor Renji would have lived if it had not been for the collective sharing of their friends. She was doing the right thing by orphaned children whom she grew to love.

She hopes that she will be a mother in the future. If she is afforded the privilege of raising a person again, nothing will keep her from her children except her death. Besides, Ichigo would be an exceptional tou-san. He is very good with children and his gentleness with them is a pleasure to watch. If he were to marry her and have a family, between them, they would protect their brood with a fierceness that would put the fear of the gods into anyone who attempted to hurt them. She will not make the mistake she made with Homura and Shizuku.

Raising her eyes, she stares at the doors, one more time. She has to remove those images out of her mind for the next few hours…even if she will never forget them.

Byakuya knows that the subject cuts her. However, there is a point to it. Rukia is a better person than she would ever believe. Continuing in the same tone, he advises, "Even if your origins were below their level, your class is above them. Now, your rank will be in keeping.

Let no one speak down to you. Run this place like you own it, because you do; you and I own this. I chose your kimono for a reason. It is to celebrate your bankai, even though we cannot speak of it. I thought you might enjoy that for your signature business kimono. I want you to remember that you are now very powerful. I will teach you to wield that power like your zanpakuto. Just like your sword, it is sharp on both sides; it can kill or save lives.

I have no doubts in my mind that, based on the deportment of your heart and soul, you sheer will and determination and your desire to do the right things, that you are the only qualified person in the House to take my place.

Allow no one to tell you otherwise, this is your position; you belong here."

The senior Kuchiki nods at the doormen. Without any acknowledgement, the doors open and both siblings move forward down a carpeted walkway into a room where many eyes turn to greet them…and all speech ceases.

Byakuya and Rukia walk into the room silently. Rukia is two paces behind her brother, keeping in step with him. She leaves the distance so that she can watch his movements enough to follow them. When he reaches his seat, he stands in front of it waiting for her to reach her intended place, to his right. When she does, they both turn and sit in their designated positions.

Both siblings have their hands tucked into their sleeves, and are posed in extreme formality. Neither of them has any expression and stares dead ahead. It is at this moment that Byakuya is plagued with mixed emotions.

On one side, he is thankful that, in the last two years, Rukia has learned to harden herself in a way this is almost impenetrable. She has an exterior of shear stone. Her movements are soft and graceful, but they are executed with precision. She is displaying that though she can move with the elegance of a noble and a lady, she is in complete control of her being. Every gesture is done with intention; nothing is left to chance or instinct. It adds to her beauty as if a work of art. She manipulates her entire body as a painter his brush or a sculptor his chisel, thus, proving that her state of mind and fortitude are extremely sharp. Make no mistake about it. She is watching everyone and aware of everything.

Kuchiki Rukia is not to be physically or mentally underestimated.

Excellent.

On the other side, she used to be so endearing with her expressive eyes and powerful scowl. Her smile was quite adorable and her temper was just pure fire. When she bowed to him, she was all nerves and willing to agree to anything with an open mind. Rukia was a tireless student and gracious when dealing with the stupidity of others. Taking in all she could, whether it was dance lessons, etiquette classes or charm school, all were approached with the dedication of a serious scholar. When she got frustrated with something or accomplished a milestone, you knew by the outburst.

In their ignorance, the family approached those outbursts as mistakes, and punished her for them in order to mold her. Over time, she corrected her mistakes… perfectly. They drove the real Rukia into submission; into hiding.

Only with the Kurosaki boy can her real self be free. Only in that world can she be herself. And, the Kozo loves her for who she really is. Kurosaki likes her warlike ways and appreciates the softer sides of Byakuya's sister as well as her intelligence and silliness.

Now, the older Kuchiki has made it so that she can never be herself, here, again. However, he doesn't expect her to have to worry about that for a long time. Hell, by that time, maybe she will have changed things. He has utmost confidence in her. She changed him.

She will succeed me.

He inwardly smiles. Yes, she will.

There is the low rumble of objects in motion as the other occupants find their places. There is little conversation other than apologies when a person bumps into another or steps on them. Most are hurriedly trying to get to their seat while unable to look away from the scene in the front of the room. The collective thought process goes into why was this meeting called in the first place? Next, why is she here? Is he giving her a post? Did he make up a post for her? If so, why?

When all of the other council members seat themselves, Byakuya rings a bell and calls the meeting to order. "I have requested this council gathering to make an announcement. But first, I want to take this opportunity to inform you of some other family business."

"Do you want to come in?" This is just fucking great. He doesn't want to have company right now, but if she came by to check on him, he can't be rude. He steps aside, and widens the opening by fully pulling back the door.

The girl blushes prettily. Kurosaki-Kun is inviting me in! Yes, he has done that before, but he hasn't even asked why she is here. Well, she told him why… Anyway, she needs to accept. Toning down her inner glee, the shapely young woman replies shyly, "Yes, thank you."

Orihime steps into the house, and sets her bag to the floor. She continues on to removing her shoes.

Nothing is said; both people move about in uncomfortable silence. Neither can come up with what to say or how to say it.

Ichigo knows that he needs to say something, but he can't think of anything of value. At least with Rukia, he wouldn't have to say anything, unless he wanted to. He never feels pressed to talk. Although, at this point, it is a rarity for them not to talk…unless they are just holding each other. He wishes for that, in this present moment.

The boy inwardly sighs. Besides, he is a little concerned. Shouldn't Chibs be home by now?

Orihime wants to say something that will capture his attention. She has not forgotten about the Ferris Wheel ride. He seemed interested in her conversation… except when he was texting. However, the most important thing is that he is not with Kuchiki-San. The shy girl has her dream crush alone. Finally.

Ichigo closes the door and locks it. Turning back to the girl, he asks, "Can I take your coat?" His voice is even and courteous. He has to be polite. It is not Inoue's fault that the shit in Soul Society has hit the proverbial fan.

"Yes! Thank you!" She expresses the cheer of sunshine.

The boy takes her coat from her hands without a word. Does she have to be so damned cheerful? Has Rukia called? He needs to check his phone. Where are you, Midget?

After hanging the garment, he decides that he should do the things that are required of being a host, even if he feels like going back to bed and calling Rukia. "Do you want something to drink?" He asks in the same rehearsed tone.

Orihime turns to look at her inquisitor and when she meets his eyes, she looks away. The girl is having a few problems keeping her mind straight. She is so worked up around being next to him, alone, that she is mixing up her purpose.

When she and Suki-Chan were talking, on the way home, it was suggested that Orihime stop at Kurosaki-Kun's. Maybe, he needs a friend to talk to, who is not Kuchiki-San. Since they had such a nice time at the festival, they probably have a great deal in common. Without the presence of his usual tag along, he could possibly be more open. Plus, his house is the one place that she shouldn't run into the small girl. Kuchiki-San has to go home, sometime. Evidently, this is one of those times. Suki was right.

As a result, the auburn haired girl has worked on what to say in order to establish closeness with Kurosaki-Kun. She will find out how he's been, what is new, why they left so early, offer to be an empathetic ear and, then, she will ask for a date. She's got it all planned out. I just have to follow through. She will not be scared. She will start by learning more about him.

Forcing herself to look him in the eyes, she replies, "Yes. I'll take some tea, if it is not too much trouble."

Why can she not look me in the eye? Ichigo shakes his head, "Nah, I'll be right back. Go ahead and go up to my room. I should be there in a few minutes." He figures if she goes upstairs while he makes the tea, he can put off anymore conversation, at least for a few minutes. He won't feel obligated to say something pointless. Plus, he can have a private conversation, if he is lucky. She better pick up.

"Sure! I'll see you right up there!" The Orihime smiles hard and speaks brightly. He's letting me in his room alone? That's good, right?

As she ascends the stairs, Ichigo goes about his tasks in the kitchen.

While her brother goes into financial numbers that Rukia knows that she should be paying attention to, her mind checks out, momentarily.

Rukia wonders what purpose this move is going to serve; what does this allow her brother to do? This announcement is to be wielded as a tool…her becoming his next in line must afford him the ability to do something else. What are you up to?

Further, what does this have to do with Ichigo? How is he folded in? What is Bya-Nii going to do that will keep her and Ichigo together with no questions asked? She doesn't want anything to happen to Berry. In fact, she isn't having it.

Rukia really wishes Ichigo was in the audience, though. Then, this wouldn't be so scary. She would know that she had a friend out there. A true friend…her best friend. There would at least be one set of eyes from which she does not have to infer their intent. The minute her eyes would have landed on his, she would know that everything was alright. His reiatsu would damn near drown most here, but it would blanket her in its midst.

It is kind of interesting that after all of the things that she and the Fruit go through, their prime objective is always to get back to the other. They go through lots of charades and lies, but it is all about being together, in the end. It's about spending their days and nights with the same person over and again. They go everywhere together.

She inwardly chuckles. Ichigo is like her good luck charm. She goes nowhere without him…except here.

It would be awesome to know that, as soon as she leaves this room, she could put her nose in his chest, wrap her arms around his waist and just hold on to him while he covers her in his smell, presence, heat, strength and protection. To stand still and let their spiritual pressures simply co-mingle would be heavenly.

Unfortunately, to get to Ichigo's powerful embrace, she has to deal with this shit first. A cough clears and it brings Rukia to the here and now.

Byakuya clears his throat and finishes his sentence. "As such we are showing marked improvement in our family enterprises due to an upgrading and refitting of outdated facilities. The first quarter of the next year will begin our first full year with the new technology." The leader knows that if he wastes some time, he will be able to curtail some of the questions from the group. Plus, he still has to get over to Yamamoto when this is finished.

Unfortunately, the natives are becoming restless. Their eyes have been roving from the Kuchiki Clan leader to his sister and back, quite often. Impromptu meetings only last an hour to an hour and a half, to begin with. A half hour has already used.

Unable to control his curiosity any longer, a large man stands and bellows, "Surely, you did not call this meeting, two weeks prior to the standard council meeting, to report the financials. And, I don't think that I am the only one in the room who wants to know the answer to this question; what is she doing here? What business could she possibly have in this room with us? Has someone offered pity and been persuaded to take her hand?" His tone is one of disgust and distaste.

Byakuya notices out of his right periphery that Rukia did not flinch nor move, other than to blink. Even with her remarkable mask, that had to hurt. He wants to scowl. How dare they treat her this way? She has done nothing to them. All she has done in the last half hour is sit. If that is how it is going to be, well now… it is time for him to levy the pain.

The leader's eyebrow rises while his voice lowers, "She is not to be referenced in that tone, ever again. You will refer to her as Rukia-Sama. She is a part of our clan and will be treated as such. You are to approach her with honourifics of respect."

Another member laughs. "With her age and origin, she is lucky to get 'chan' after her name, much less 'sama'. What? Did she come to you complaining of her treatment? Perhaps a few days in the Rokongai will change her attitude."

Rukia wants to close her eyes and sigh. This is just a concentrated version of her whole life here. She prefers being ignored. Her eyes stare into the wall at the back of the room.

It takes all of Byakuya's control to not start yelling. Is this how all of the people, here, treat her? This group of complete trust fund dipshits has astonishing gall! The baritone is cold and harsh. "First of all, this is not up for discussion. This is how things will proceed. Further, the title of respect is required when in the presence of our decision making class. She is of that ilk. Get used to it and get on board…immediately. You had better change your attitude."

An older woman in the back of the room asks incredulously, while her nose is posted vertically in the air, "What post are you giving her? Where could someone who came from such low class succeed? She isn't an officer in the Gotei 13. She hasn't even finished schooling! She comes from the bottom, isn't even betrothed to a decent family and doesn't have the grace to be with other families of our type. At what post could she even be half-way decent and presentable?"

Byakuya almost smirks. He knows that this is going to piss them off. The way they speak of her is detestable. This is going to be a pleasure to do to this crowd and their constituents. He has never wanted to select any of these people. They are all ravenous and self-serving. The head council member doesn't trust any of them.

His voice is both confident and relaxed. His nose goes upward and his eyes close. "I think she will do well at her new responsibility. Besides, she will have a mentor for the next several centuries. They will not let her fail and will protect her at all costs. She will do well. Of that, I assure you."

The woman scoffs in reply. "What post would be?"

It is all the man can do not to smile. There are many reasons that he is doing this and not just for Ruki-Sama and the Kozo. Because Byakuya has no trust in the Clan leadership, he also does not trust Rukia's wellbeing to them, in his absence. He has to make her existence untouchable inside, too.

Now, he has reason to be in the private, secret company of his sister. As a result, he can protect her and her family. No one has to see her comings and goings. Further, he can go and visit her more often. Since he will have reason to see her, multiple visits to the Living World and Holidays will not be scrutinized. When he has nieces and nephews, he will be able to visit them frequently, since it is in the Clan's vested interest that he looks after the next generation.

Yes, Byakuya did this for himself, as well. He wants to be a brother and have a family life. And, it has been nice having an older man to talk to for advice…even if Isshin is a complete imbecile. He looks forward to shaping the Kozo and meeting the boy's sisters. He has heard that they are fraternal twins.

He does not wish to die alone in this house of relics. Hisana would not want that for him. After all, she brought him Rukia. Even if his family is not directly with Hisana, her spirit will live on Rukia and her children. So, really, it is also for selfishness. Keeping Rukia alive keeps him alive.

Without any hesitance, what so ever, the man speaks clearly and fluidly. "Clan Leader-Elect."

For several seconds, the room is completely silent. No noise is made. Other than mad blinking, eyes snapping shut or mouths going ajar, there is no activity, either.

With the exception of two people, the room is shocked into an almost catatonic state.

Once inside the doorway, Orihime looks around the room. She's been in Kurosaki-Kun's room before, but somehow, it feels different. Sitting to the floor, her eyes examine the room and her mind idly wonders if she will ever be here enough to find the room comfortable.

One thing she has noticed is that it smells differently. All of the other times she has been in here, it has smelled completely like him. Kurosaki-Kun's heavy, sweet, and dark smell seemed to permeate from all of the surfaces. Today, his smell is still prominent, but there is another decidedly different scent in the room. It is distinctly feminine. Who is it? Probably his sisters. He has two of them.

Large grey eyes fall on the desk and she sees several items that would belong to a girl. Hair affects, pink items, a large comb and a brush with long, dark hair in it. Why are his sisters leaving their items in their brother's room? Why would an extremely masculine person, like him, let such items stay? Well, he does love his sisters and Karin-Chan's hair is black. She has seen it. It is below her shoulders.

Her mind can't stop wondering who this smell belongs to. It is the smell of an older girl. Things like lip gloss, nail polish, expensive lotions and shampoos…his sisters are now teenagers. However, the smell is familiar. From her position, the smell seems to seep from under the closet door. What is in there? Would it hurt to take a peek? No, she shouldn't…should she? Her body binds in indecision between staying still and getting up. She is both insanely curious and deathly afraid. What if she gets caught?

Her choice is made for her as Ichigo re-enters the room. Yet, she is sure that….

She knows the smell.

When a woman finally gains the where withal to gasp, the room breaks out into loud noise and complaining.

This is the part Rukia had been waiting for. Here is where the really unpleasant members of the group get rowdy. Her eyes continuously scan the crowd. The looks on people's faces will tell her if they are a possible friend or an immediate foe. There are a few, almost frighteningly, angry faces. They look like they are going to…

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!" Yep, that is who she thought it would be. This man is so livid, that Rukia's eyes instantly snap to the man's side to see if he has a weapon. One thing is for sure. She is glad that Nii-Sama had her bring Shirayuki. She was slightly surprised when her attendants strapped her on to Rukia's waist, but figured that there was a reason. This is the reason.

The man is pounding his hands on the table in anger. "WE WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS! I WILL MAKE SURE THAT THIS…THIS…COMMON TRASH WON'T LIVE LONG ENOU-"

His words are stopped as Byakuya makes his way to the back of the room without any time to blink. His blade is against the man's throat and he wears no expression. His voice, however, is just shy of lethal. "Do not speak of her that way, again. Threats to her life will be taken very seriously and punished as a treasonous act."

This is how Byakuya knew it would play out. Clan Leader-Elect is one of those posts people want for the status and power. It is worth more than that, to him. This is his redemption in disguise. Everyone in here desires this position for themselves, or their children. They all believe that they deserve it. Rukia doesn't even want it. Thus, she will reign with the most even hand. "No act against Rukia-Sama will be tolerated. Is that understood?"

Though the man is shocked into a frozen state, he speaks quietly. "Yes, Byakuya-Sama."

Rukia does not as much as twitch in any direction. She is doing her best to believe in her brother. Regardless of what they say or threaten, she has to believe in Nii-Sama. However, if one does come too close to her, she is not at all opposed to using her zanpakuto.

Quickly returning to his seat, he positions himself next to his sister. Taking a healthy breath, Byakuya tucks his hands back into his sleeves. Turning his head toward Rukia, he spies her still watching the crowd, moving only her eyes.

He looks back at the council and begins again, "Her medical evaluation from the Gotei 13 will be utilized for proof of mental and physical fitness. No requests for private third-party examinations will be discussed." He will not have her humiliated. So, it is best to cut this off early.

Continuing, he announces, "She will succeed me upon my retirement, death, or loss of necessary faculties. Her ceremony will take place in the next two months. Her betrothal will be up to my discretion. Now, I will take any civil and respectful questions, at this time. She will only answer the questions she chooses. Is everyone in agreement?"

After a unified head nod in awe, from the rest of the room, a sixty minute question and answer session ensues with Byakuya. And, Rukia was right. Someone does bring up her bloodline. Luckily, her brother is ready.

Upon leaving the room, the junior leader asks the senior, "How much longer do you think it will be before I go back to Living World, Nii-Sama?" Her eyes flash slight worry when he connects their gaze. She is concerned that Ichigo will become stressed by her tardiness. She is already two hours late.

"Ah. We are a bit late getting to Soutaicho. Tell him five hours and we should be covered. You will arrive by eight, this evening." He understands why she is asking and why the boy's probably worried.

Turning on her phone, leaves a message that she hopes will give Ichigo some confidence in the situation.

Hot water runs into a teapot in the sink at high speed, while large fingers hit speed dial. Mindlessly, he covers the pot, shuts off the wat- "OWW! Fuck!" The boy blows on his hand. He should have shut the water off first. Shit!

Correcting his mistake, he turns the faucet to the off position. Attaching the lid, placing the pot on the stove and turning the burner on, almost simultaneously, he hits send and puts the phone up to his ear. Voicemail greets him and he immediately hangs up. Going to messages, he finds that he has a new one.

Grabbing a mug, two kinds of tea and the honey jar, he places it all on a tray with a smaller hot water vessel. His eyes dart over to the kettle on the stove to gauge how far along it is. It is not ready.

Opening the message, his face makes the frown from hell.

To: Kurosaki Ichigo

From: Kuchiki Rukia

I will be delayed until about 8. Must go with Nii-Sama who is going to speak with Soutaicho. I will call U as soon as I come thru the gate.

What kind of shit? Ichigo immediately looks up at the clock. She must have left this an hour ago. It is only about ten minutes to four. Four more hours?

He isn't liking this at all. This is how it always starts. First it was two hours. Then, it was two more hours. Now, it is four more hours. He closes his eyes tightly. What will it be then? Two days?

The piercing sound of a whistle arrests his attention. He goes about putting the water in its designated pot; then, up the stairs. He has got to get his company out of here. Granted, he will be nice about it for a half an hour. But, by 4:30, she has to be out because he will need to talk to his father. He needs someone from Soul Society, to give this a legitimate litmus test. By that point, Oyaji will have taken his last patient of the day. His dad probably went back to working an hour ago.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Ichigo goes to his room to entertain his guest. As he views the back of her head, he sighs. He only wants one girl in his room.

And, his life.

Her hair is black.

As they reach the first squad offices, Byakuya is met by one of his assistants and handed a scroll. Rukia does not ask what it is because, really, she is on overload.

She is now the second highest ranking Kuchiki in the House. That is mind blowing by itself. Who would have believed you if you would have told them of such a thing, last month? She just found out that Aizen was out a few hours ago! Now, she is on her way to Yamamoto-Soutaicho's. For what, she has no idea, other than if he has questions. What is Nii-Sama planning?

She also has to watch out for Ichigo's safety. If anyone were to know how much she values him, he would definitely be a target. Not that he isn't fearsome in his own right; however, she doesn't want him dealing with this crazy shit. Rukia also has no intention of telling him what went on in that meeting.

If Ichigo were to hear about the meeting, he would come undone. There is no way he would be okay with this situation. In fact, he would not agree at all. He would come here and threaten a person or two. Situations like these require a little time and finesse.

None the less, she would really love to feel his presence.

Now that she has this baggage to contend with, would Ichigo be willing to spend his life with her? This is going to be a lot for her to carry, much less him. How is he going to deal with all of the eyes? He hates being the center of attention and so does she. It really isn't fair to him. Yet, she hopes that he will decide that she is worth the trouble.

They reach Yamamoto's office, and Rukia speaks to her brother. "Byakuya-Nii-Sama, am I to come in with you or stay outside?"

"I need for you to come in for a few minutes. He is basically going to ask if you understand what has transpired and if you are in agreement. Then, I will have some things that I have to discuss with him." The man smiles softly at her. "We are in the final stages. Do not worry. You can call the Kozo while I am in with the Commander. Just be careful what you discuss; the walls have ears. You will be with him soon."

The girl stops walking, looks up at him and speaks meaningfully. "How did you know? You have not been around us very much all. I have not even told him."

Byakuya holds his smile. "Rukia-Sama, it would be hard to miss. The way you look at him reminds me of the way your sister looked at me. Do not be ashamed. Every man wishes to feel the way you make the Kozo feel and I believe that he appreciates it. You are fine marriage material and a good partner. Kurosaki is lucky and he knows it. However, if he should ever find himself confused, I shall straighten him out very quickly...and painfully." The man swears that if Rukia gives him a reason, he will put so many cherry blossoms down Kurosaki's throat, that the boy will shit flowers.

His sister smiles back. "Do not worry Nii-Sama; any time he needs adjusting, I will do so immediately. Arigato."

The man keeps his same expression. This is why chose her as the next in line. To not do so would have made him miss watching his sister grow up. He, like the Kozo, knows that he is lucky. "Nothing to thank me for. Come, the sooner we get this done, the sooner we get you out of here."

She smiles in gratitude. "Hai, Nii-Sama."

They restart their walk into the office of the superior officer. Byakuya believes that he has finally earned the trust of his sister. He will do all that he can to never betray that. Rukia is thankful that her brother is on her side. She is grateful for the intervention and that he seems to genuinely care about her.

She has always wanted to include him in her life.

"I got a couple kinds of tea and some honey." The male announces as he comes in the room.

The girl turns her head back in a snapping action as the words startle her. "T-thank you!" she exclaims in a cross between excitement and fright. She is slightly glad that she had not been allowed to mentally debate any further. However…what is in that closet?

Ichigo's body slightly jolts. He wishes that she would not do that. That high-pitched, loud yell unnerves him and it always has. But she always does it in his presence.

Setting the tray to the floor, gently, he steps over to his bed and sits down. He reaches to the side and picks up a pillow. Placing it on his lap, his upper body leans forward, resting his elbows there. The fluffed object deflates in the middle under his weight, as the motion forces air through the fabric.

Now that he is reasonably comfortable, he can ask, "So, what's going on?" His voice is pleasant, but not overly happy.

Orihime takes a sip of her tea and responds, "Well, you and Kuchiki-San left earlier today. I came by to see if you were alright." Her answer is soft and sweet.

It is nice of her to ask. However, he doesn't have all of the details, either. But, she should know this piece of information. After all, she was affected by it greatly, before. His voice is softer and kinder. "Thanks, I'm fine. However, you should know that Aizen escaped."

The girl's eyes become very large. "No! That is terrible! What happened!"

Ichigo shakes his head slightly. "I don't know. Rukia's in Soul Society now."

Orihime blinks rapidly. This is awful. Aizen capturing her is not something she wants to experience, again. Kuchiki-San is in Soul Society? Is she there for good? "Really? Why did she have to go? Is she coming back?"

Inoue's questions stings a bit. The why she had to go is so that he and Midget can be together. So, she went to keep them as a unit. As part of that, her safety has become his paranoid priority. "She should be back-"

Ichigo swallows hard. He has to act like this is okay with him until he and Rukia have talked. He doesn't want to give away any information that she doesn't want told for any reason. He can only answer what would be considered common knowledge. It doesn't matter if Inoue is a friend. Her attitude toward Rukia requires her knowledge of Chibi's whereabouts and situation to be nil. "later tonight. "

It is then that he realizes that he has begun to categorize the people he and Rukia know as 'Us' and 'Them'. That is what he does in battle. Rukia is always an 'Us', as would usually be his chi-chi or Yoruichi-San.

Right now, however, if you are not Rukia, you are a 'Them'. There are only two outside persons whose opinions he is willing to listen to, at this point. Oyaji and… and it hurts him to think it…Byakuya. He has to find out how dire this shit is, first, from a source he trusts.

Kurosaki-Kun doesn't sound too worried. Is it not as serious as it sounds? Kuchiki-San will be returning, so it can't be that bad. Is there something else going wrong? "Ah, I see. Well, how are you feeling? Is there anything I can do?"

"Thanks but, no. I'll let you know when I have more information." Again, nice of her. Unfortunately, he has to keep his and Rukia's radius a little wide, for a bit. Some things have to get settled before anything gets let out. Inoue should do the same, for her own sake. "To be on the safe side, you might want to keep Chad and Ishida with you. Call me if you sense a lot of reiatsu. Me and Rukia will come and check it out."

Why can he not be with her more? "Well, I'll give you a call if I notice anything. Thank you." Why can't Kurosaki-Kun be her hero, like before?

Normally, he would be more than happy to protect his friends. Yet, he has to choose 'Us.' Keeping knives out of Rukia's back will be a full time job, for a while. Chad and Ishida are very capable fighters. He will step in if they are going to simply be overpowered. He and Chibs have the greatest amount of power of the group.

His lips threaten to turn up. It makes him proud to say that about her. Rukia has worked very hard and it shows. He never did properly congratulate her. He'll take her out tomorrow night for that.

Forcing his lips down, his reply is regretful, but absolute. "Between the other two, you will be well protected. I have a lot of training to do and so does Rukia. We are going to be out of pocket until we know what is going on. I need to get in touch with all my powers and in shape for fighting. Rukia needs to hone her bankai. There are countless things to get settled and worked on. Sorry, Inoue, but I have a bunch of stuff I have to take care of, as soon as possible."

Orihime threatens to frown but stops herself. He isn't leaving any margin for negotiation. Thinking it over, the girl concedes to his point. Even before the Winter War, he disappeared for a while. He also hasn't fought for nearly two years. Realistically, she doesn't blame him. And, Kuchiki-San would want to work on her new bankai. That's reasonable. The girl lowly stammers, "A-a-ah, I understand. Good luck on your training."

He nods curtly, "Thanks."

After taking another ginger sip of the hot beverage, Orihime asks in an innocent tone, "Why did you both leave early?"

Because my dad knows that I love Rukia so much that I would not let her leave without going ape shit.

Ichigo doesn't want to give away his feelings for Rukia, yet. He wants to know what Rukia thinks and, so far, too many people know for his liking. If it gets to Inoue, it will get to Tatsuki who will be over here bitching and blabbing, since she seems to hate Rukia. He is determined to have some things only between him and Shortness. So much of their lives is already public knowledge due to the magnitude and impact of it. Up until now, they have managed to keep a great deal of what is between them private. It has to stay that way, for a little while.

Even if his heart wants to scream it to the world…especially, to Rukia.

Answering pleasantly, but not giving away anything, he replies, "We had some things we had to take care of, in light of the situation."

With sympathetic inflection, she asks, "Are you worried since you just got your powers back?"

He wants to cringe. The boy does not like sympathy. He has worked his whole life to avoid it. Agitated by her words, he removes the pillow from his lap, and replaces it with the other, from his bed. Ichigo leans forward and resumes his position. The fidgeting method relieves some of his irritation.

There is that smell, again. When the dreamy boy pressed down on the pillow, a sweet scent flew out of it. It was strong and fragrant. Pomegranates and…berries mixed with a natural female musk. It is so familiar. Who is it? She will have to get next to his sisters, soon. For some reason, she is compelled to find its source.

It has taken a moment like this to make the male realize why Rukia does not spend inordinate amounts of time with Inoue. Well, outside of the animosity.

Inoue asks too many questions. At this current juncture, he does not want to answer any questions; at all. The thing is, that's all that she has done since she got here. Rukia hates questions as well. He and Sassiness hate them for the same reason; questions usually lead to the past. Neither of them likes to discuss that. One of the things about their relationship that makes it warm and comfortable is that they made a present and future together; their pasts are not important. They are judged on the actions of the present.

Though, at some point, he and Rukia will have to dig deeply into those closets in the future.

In any case, he doesn't want to go into feelings of any type, right now. "Nah, I'm good. It will be nice to do some fighting." His eyes spy his alarm clock and he realizes that is four twenty. "Inoue, I hate to do this to you, but I need to talk to my chi-chi. We'll call you or text you when we get more information."

Kurosaki-Kun seems very tense. Maybe he's not ready to talk yet. Since his dad is a shinigami, they probably do have some things to discuss.

Setting her cup down and resting her palms on her thighs, Orihime offers warmly, "Well, if you just want to call because you need someone to talk to, don't hesitate to do so."

Inoue is such a nice girl. She genuinely cares about people and speaks with such kindness. He believes that healing was an appropriate power for her which is why he does not understand how she can be so covertly nasty to Rukia. She used to be so nice to Chibi, before the war. Since Rukia came back, Inoue has hidden behind Tatsuki's aggressiveness.

It is unfortunate, too, because he had hoped that Inoue and Rukia would become close friends. It would be nice for Rukia to have another girlfriend in this world. Luckily, she does have two good girlfriends here; in this house. It pleases him that she and the twins are so tight. Family sticks together.

When he's ready to talk, he will do so with a really close friend. His best friend. With gratitude, he replies, "Thanks. But really, I'm good."

Standing, he stretches and cracks his back. Noticing his gesture, the girl follows suit and stands with him. Ichigo steps over the tray towards the door. When he hears the rustling of dishes, he calls out casually, "Just leave it. I'll get it in a minute."

Straightening, the female turns in the direction of the male and begins quickly toward him. "That's okay! I got it!" Unfortunately, she stumbles and runs into the boy, causing the front of the tray to strike him in the chest.

He reflexively catches the tray, holding it steady so that she can right herself. Standing fully, she blushes and looks at the tray. Speaking shyly, she says, "Sorry, Kurosaki-Kun. Thank you for catching me."

Her eyes roll up to his and two seconds in, he looks away, uncomfortably. He doesn't know why, but her gaze makes him feel weird and he doesn't like it. Backing away, he takes possession of the tray and turns to the hall. "No prob."

He is actually unable to hold her gaze. Does he feel something and has become as shy as she? Orihime is so close to him that she wants to faint. All of the blood has rushed to face. His eyes are sooo mesmerizing. She finds herself disappointed that he breaks the stare.

Finally, she is making progress.

"So, Kuchiki-Taicho, what brings you here, besides your imouto-san's change in status within the Gotei 13? You could have informed me of that closer to the ceremony. Why the sudden requirement?" Yamamoto asks. Kuchiki Byakuya does nothing without thought.

The addressed man nods in understanding. "You are correct. I do have other reasons associated with such an announcement. Now that Rukia-Sama is part of the noble decision making class, she is privy to certain options and favours offered by such. Certainly, even more so with her current rank within my clan. She is my executive officer. She will not be asking to be excused from the upcoming missions; however, she will need to be with her betrothed."

The older man readjusts in his seat. "I see. Exactly what is being requested and demanded, under the protection of noble law? To who is she betrothed?" His eyebrow cocks. Yamamoto's sixth squad captain never asks for protection or favours.

"My imouto-sama's groom to be will be under the protection of nobility. They will be traveling together and she will be allowed to join him in his place of residence for a leave of absence. She will be studying abroad. Of course, she would join the Protection Squads if the Serietei were in danger. Her betrothed is willing to join our cause." The taicho knows that the 'who' portion of this conversation is next. However, it is best to limit the types of questions that can be asked before he announces her future husband.

"Which noble house is he from? Is he already a shinigami?" Is he a reiatsu rich noble or one of the officers? Possibly, it is Abarai? But, he wouldn't need protections. The older man is more than interested.

"It is curious that you say that. Her bridegroom will be Kurosaki Ichigo." Byakuya watches Yamamoto carefully. There is going to be some explaining to do.

Isn't this just perfect? He comes in here to advise of her status so that he can make it known that her fiancé is free from question or scrutiny. Now, he delivers who the guest of honour is. The old man can't ask how Kurosaki got his powers back nor can he deny the younger Kuchiki entry into the Living World where her future husband lives, if the boy is a shinigami, at this point. Yamamoto is not a happy man. Has Kuchiki been keeping Kurosaki's progress a secret from his fellow and commanding officers?

In a loud, accusatory voice, the Yamamoto asks, "So, are you telling me that Kurosaki is a shinigami? If so, for how long? Why have you not shared that with us?"

The Nobleman knew this would come up. But, it had to be done. There is no reason to divulge all evidence. It isn't needed and, at this juncture, it is of no business of the Protection Squads since she is a high ranking noble.

Keeping his tone respectful but factual, he delivers only the information that is pertinent. "Yes, he is a shinigami. He does not know the extent of his power and has not had time to train. This is a very recent development. It was not shared by myself, Ukitake or my sibling because there was nothing to share. It was not expected to be an issue, since we didn't have any rogue elements. Unfortunately, since we were unable to hold Aizen, his necessity to our cause had to be examined. We are exponentially better off with Kurosaki fighting on our behalf and I am sure that you will agree. However, once his powers returned, I thought it wise to get a contract for her future nuptials. It has been signed by me and the boy's father, who is also a shinigami."

Byakuya pulls the scroll out of his kimono and opens it for the commander to see. The wax seal, signatures and appropriate witnesses are all in order. He and Isshin made sure that everything is iron clad and perfectly affected.

As the older man reads over the contract, it is evident that his face wishes to contort in anger. One of his most faithful officers has been negotiating business deals that have direct bearing on the Gotei 13, behind his back. Being that it was done with such meticulous care, it was very intentional. Adding insult to injury, it is a betrothal to a hollow bearing, non-enlisted shinigami who is the son of an AWOL shinigami. How thoroughly infuriating! There is one out…

Seeming to understand the man's facial expression, Byakuya adds, "As such, it is a legal, binding contract for marriage between the two stated individuals. Because she is a high ranking noble, her fiancé is covered under her protections. I am well aware that they have to get married within twelve months from the time that I make this announcement to you. However, I have no doubts. Neither of them knows of the contract and it is not to be mentioned to them. We will inform them in the very near future.

She will return, here, a week from Monday. He will join the following Monday. My imouto-sama will need to get back to the Living World, no later than, two months after Aizen has been exterminated." He puts it all on the table because, really, it needs to be said. Though he isn't finished, he allows his commanding officer a moment to retort, making sure to keep his body language non-descript.

Yamamoto eyes the Kuchiki carefully. So, Kurosaki just got his powers. The old man can reason with that. So far, there is nothing to cause him too much pause. She is not abandoning her duties, if needed. The boy is on their side; that is a good thing. And, the twelve months has already been mentioned. What is the hitch? "So far, all of the things you brought forth are workable. What is next?" His voice displays complete irritation.

Still maintaining his cool façade, the sixth squad taicho offers up the sure point of contention. "It is required that, in the case that he should sacrifice his powers again, for the sake of other's safety, he not be cut off from my sister. He is not to be persona non grata when everything has been settled. She will be allowed to study and live in the Living World in addition to marrying the boy. His powers will recover during her tenure there." Byakuya neither blinks nor stutters as he speaks.

There it is. "You know that is not possible! Central 46 will never allow such a thing! If he loses his powers, it is not permissible for him, as a human, to be in her company, as shinigami. She can rejoin him in the decades after he regains his powers!" Has Kuchiki Byakuya gone mad?

He maybe an officer, but he is Rukia's brother and the future oji-san of her children. He looks forward to that role and, as such, he is also to protect Kurosaki Ichigo. It is the least he can do for Rukia and for the man who watches over his sister; Isshin is an exceptional father to her. And…it is morally correct.

Byakuya slowly nods and speaks with a tight jaw. "Well, he will not fight, if that is the case. I suggest you talk to Central 46 and convince them otherwise. Explain to them and tell the truth. We need him to fight with us, no matter what you say. If it weren't for him, we would not have had Aizen to lose. We owe this to him and you know it. If you are unwilling to do so, I will take it upon myself." Crossing his arms over his chest, he demands, "Tell me what you choose."

The old man growls. He doesn't like being extorted. The unfortunate thing is…Kuchiki is right. With narrowed eyes and a gruff tone, he utters, "I will request a meeting at once. You do understand that you are holding us all ransom, don't you?"

Without hesitation, the younger man answers, "I will not lose my sister to gain favour. She sacrificed enough last time. It is time that others understand that they, too, have something to lose."

"Fine. Let us go that direction. I will send a Hell Butterfly ahead of us. It will not be long before they hear us. They are already in session, since it is a Friday. But you already knew that, didn't you, Kuchiki-Taicho?" Yamamoto's inflection is extremely chafed.

Byakuya's voice holds no trace of contrition. "Yes, I did."

Both teenagers walk silently down the stairs. Ichigo returns the hostess service to the kitchen while Orihime begins putting on her shoes. Upon reaching the entry area, once again, he retrieves her coat and passes it to her.

Maybe when he calls, we will have a nice, long conversation. After getting herself bundled up and collecting her things, she turns to Ichigo and begins her farewell. "Well, I look forward to hearing from you, this weekend."

The boy wants to ask her what she is talking about, but he has things to do and that would be an extraneous conversation. "Uh, yeah." He is pressed for time and he needs to catch his goofy assed father before the old bastard has to pick up his sisters. Therefore, the idea of wasting any extra time is not to be entertained or engaged.

Orihime is proud of herself. She has taken some initiative, today, to get to know Kurosaki-Kun and it has paid off. They had another lovely dialogue. It would have been better if he had actually opened up to her, but this is a good start. Between last Saturday and today, she feels like there is hope for a close friendship that can develop into something closer; possibly more so than he and Kuchiki-San. Since the auburn-haired girl and the object of her affection are both shy, the more time they spend together, the sooner they will become accustomed to each other's presence. She just needs to find ways to be near him so that the feelings can develop…from his side.

Perhaps one of the reasons that she and the handsome boy are unable to connect is that they haven't become comfortable in each others close space, like he and Kuchiki-San. A small gesture may suffice for now and they will have a foundation to build on, when this situation is all over.

Friends hug other friends, right? It would display how much she cares about him and get him used to the idea of having Orihime in his personal space. Doing so will make Kurosaki-Kun feel more natural around her and vice versa.

Deciding to seize the moment, Orihime suddenly reaches her arms up. Offering a motion of support, the girl comes forward and wraps her arms around Ichigo's neck; embracing him tightly. She whispers, "Be careful, Kurosaki-Kun."

The boy's internal panic light goes off on contact. Inoue is very much in his personal space without being invited. She is not on the list of people that can just step into that area. It is not that he doesn't trust or like her. It is that they are not on that type of level. He doubts that they ever will be.

His family and Rukia are it; they are the only ones that can just show up this close to him. And, even then, the only person he is used to having this close to him, in a face-to-face fashion, is Chibi. This is the first time, in a normal situation outside of like, Nel, in which this has happened. In neither case did he like it. When he inhales, it is not the smell he is in union with.

Yes, he is very uneasy. If Rukia came through that door, at this second, that would be sooooo bad. Even if she didn't say anything, she would put up a wall. He is not willing to sacrifice being held by Rukia for a hug from Inoue. There is no comparison. Awkwardly, he pats her back, and replies stiffly. "Uh, you, too."

Raising his arms and putting his large hands on her shoulders, he gently pushes her back to separate them. "Well, we'll all talk this weekend."

She got to hug him and he didn't go running away screaming. That is a good sign. Okay, Hime. The girl takes a deep breath, steadies herself, and laces her hands together. After a long exhale, she begins while squeezing her fingers, "K-k-kurosaki-Kun, would you like to-"

"ICHIGO! I'm going to get the twins. I have to pick them up from their after school clubs. I'll be back in about thirty minutes!" A loud voice yells from the doorway of the clinic. As the man rounds the corner, he notices the guest. "Hello, Inoue-San! How are you?"

The girl notices the man and pastes on a smile. With Kurosaki-San here, she is not going to ask. The man is loud and fun, but it is not the atmosphere to ask his son out. "Fine! I was just leaving!" Turning her eyes to Ichigo, she concludes, "We'll talk later, Kurosaki-Kun! Goodbye!"

Isshin offers his parting words, "Good bye! Take care!" He voice is animated and lively.

A pleasantly bored voice replies, "Later." What the hell was she going to ask? Then again, does it matter?

When the girl is safely on the sidewalk, the deeper voice asks, "What's with Inoue?"

The younger, smoother voice responds while shaking his head in half wonder and half disinterest, "I wish I knew." Its owner closes the door and turns back to the other man. His eyes look like they have some questions to ask. Serious ones.

The older man looks around. "Where is Rukia?"

"Hey, Oyaji, I'll come with you. I wanna talk you."

Ichigo begins toward Isshin, and the father puts his hand up in a halting motion. "I can save you thirty minutes of stewing. Tell me where she is."

The boy does stop and crosses his arms over his chest. His voice full of distrust, he answers, "She will be in Soul Society for another three and a half hours. Every time she contacts me, the length of time gets longer and longer."

Isshin scoffs. He knew Byakuya couldn't get all of that done in two hours. He told the dumbass. "Yeah, I figured. Don't worry. Bya just underestimated how long it would take. I told him it would take six to eight hours and he came at me with two. Don't worry kid; she's just in a long line of waiting. Get a grip."

Ichigo studies his father carefully. Goat Face isn't hiding anything. His eyes are dead locked on and he isn't trying any diversion. That is the whole truth. The junior man relaxes and turns to walk up the steps. That took a load off of his mind…a big one. On his ascent, he quietly utters, "Thanks, Tou-San."

Isshin smiles, it isn't often that Ichigo calls him 'Dad'. In a like voice, he returns, "Welcome, Son."

What are they in there talking about?

Rukia's legs swing from the bench on which she waits. Her brother has been in with Soutaicho for an hour, already…after the commander asked if she knew what was going on!

Maybe she should call Carrot Top. He has to be irritated passed belief.

Well, at least she should be able to go back to the Living World whenever they kill Aizen…even if Ichigo loses his powers.

Ichigo's losing his powers is the least of her worries. Yes, he will be pissed beyond words if he can't go out on patrol with her. But the other two alternatives are far worse; one being Soul Society holding her and two being his death.

The thought causes her to snap her eyes closed. That has been and always will be her greatest fear. Because Ichigo is so powerful, they love to throw him out to the lions and see if he returns. It is a bunch of shit. Why does he have to get beaten to death, all of the time? No one would ever make her believe that the other taichos could not have given Aizen a better fight than they did. Every one of them has a bankai and yet, they chose not to use it. They let Ichigo go to his outer limits and they just stood around. Horseshit at its finest.

It continues to upset her. They treat him as if he is expendable; superfluous. There is always some story about the bankai of certain taichos being too dangerous. Who are they fooling? That was a fake Kurakura! Who gives a fuck if it burned to the ground? It was fake!

But no, they sat on their asses until Ichigo damn near died and recovered. Then, they threw him out there for another go. If she had his power, she would have never let him fight Aizen alone. Hell, if she had known, regardless of her power level, she would not have left him out there.

Her Berry is not disposable! He has value! Not just as a warrior, but…as a person. A kind, gentle person with the most wonderful heart and soul ever…not that they would ever take the time to know that. To them, her Berryhead is just freak of nature that they are free to use as a tool. The girl growls in anger.

Ichigo is…her absolute alpha and omega. He is her day and night. Without his light, she would be unable to thrive. Without his shadow, she would be unable to rest from the blitz of incoming animosity and stress. He makes all of life better and meaningful. Though she is not the standard mushy girl type, and she will probably never say this out loud, he is the kind of guy that makes a girl go 'Awww'.

Rukia chuckles a bit. He would be disgusted if he ever heard her say that. He models himself after complete manliness. He sees himself as a man's man. Even with his brightly coloured wardrobe, he tries his best to make purple pants as 'bad ass' as he can by adding big ass belt buckles and skull watches.

However, she must admit. There is no outfit that he does not look insanely good in. His shoulders and chest are broad, his waist and hips narrow and his arms are huge. Hell, his legs make shorts look bland. Whenever he wears a t-shirt, it clings to him like glue…and she could not be more thankful. Ichigo has one of the best bodies she has ever seen. No, the best. She giggles lightly. Thank the Gods he likes snug fitting jeans.

So, her brother and attendants know that she is in love with Ichigo. She smiles softly. And, Bya-Nii doesn't mind. She is very glad. It has been a constant struggle for her, between the two of them. She loves them equally, to a degree. However, if she had to choose sides…she'd die. Just like she knows that Ichigo would never want to choose between her and his family. That would kill him. But in cases like these, Ichigo trumps all cards.

In these moments, the world consists of her and him. 'Us' and 'Them'; they are a collective. There is no one else.

She chuckles. She couldn't stand him once. There was a time when she found him reprehensible. She could not believe she had tied herself to that damned dolt. Of all the stupid things she had done, up to that point, that had been the dumbest. But she never thought it ever to take it back. From the moment she met him, though he was a complete twit...she liked him. A lot. In a weird way.

She thought his looks, though not unsightly, to be crazy. Who the hell has hair that colour? And natural, no less!

Though he was neat, he was just crass. He said whatever he felt like saying without holding not one damned thing back. She laughs out loud. They started off with him kicking her. Jackass. But from that moment, she knew she had a free license to kick his ass. She almost cackles at some of the beatings she gave him and some of the bonks on the head she took. Most girls would think it abusive and strange. However, they could be slightly violent, which is their nature, and the other took it as common as a neighborly wave. She does love pulling him by his ear, down to his ass. It is fun to watch.

Their words were always course. They said the most ridiculous things to each other. Rukia and Ichigo called each other names, insulted each other and taunted like there was no tomorrow. The pair made fun of each other just for a laugh and caused each other discomfort out of spite.

She still owes him for the recorded stunt. Her eyes narrow. Oh, no, I haven't forgotten.

But along the way, his looks though different, became striking. His eyes and hair are perfect. The orange and amber highlight each other. Their combination is bright and warm. When he smiles, his eyes sparkle. His jaw and smile are so handsome and yet…cute. He is strong and fabulous to look at. Let's face it; he won the gene pool, five star award.

As beautiful as he is…what is inside is so exceptional, that she is unable to look at any other man differently. There is where his true perfection lies.

She and Berry still pick on and annoy each other. They still call each other names; though they are, now, in endearment. It is still fun to slap each other around a bit…but not as often as they hold hands and hug. She sighs. She is about to have to let go of him…again.

She wishes that she could store up his essence so that she can go back to it when she gets depressed. She will be very depressed. It's just two months, Ruki. It sounds like an eternity. She is going to miss him so badly.

She is so happy with him. No, that is wrong. He is her joy. Even when he is a complete baka, she loves him above all others. She prefers his company to anyone. He makes fun of her for her addiction to sugar. Rukia chuckles. How curious it is that he should say that.

Like ice cream to her soul, he makes all wrongs right in her world. More often than not, Ichigo cools her temper. His voice soothes her stress. Like comforting cream, the content of his soul mixes in all that bothers her and reduces it to soft mixture that flows seamlessly through her. The supreme solace of it envelops and calms her down to her reiatsu… that begins to inherently mingle with his.

It's like they merge into one person. From the moment she gave him her powers, she felt bound to him. Now, she is beginning to…she would never tell another person this…well, excluding Ichigo…Rukia believes that she is beginning to physically actualize their bond. That is, she can feel the spiritual chain. If you were to drill down, deeply into her soul, you would find that she…the girl sighs. You would find that she can feel her connection to him like a strange magnet.

It lulls her to sleep every night. The power of it draws her down to a level her mind can barely perceive. But somehow, the rest of her understands. As soon as she cuddles in next to him, all other stimuli fade away.

Rukia's legs continue to swing from the bench and she looks upward at the ceiling. A warm and serene smile takes over her face while her eyes close.

You're such a jackass. Someday, I'll get up the nerve to tell you how I feel. When, I do not know, but soon.

The feeling lures her down to her sleep every night in front of the television…inhaling his scent.

Her lips whisper the principle of her entire being. "I am irrevocably in love with you, Ichigo."

Her head looks down at her swinging feet. She stops all motion. Taking the phone out, the girl turns it on and places back in her pocket. If Bya-Nii isn't back in five minutes, she's calling Ichigo. He deserves a call. Placing her arms stiffly on the bench in the courtyard, she resumes swinging her legs and staring at her feet.

Ichigo will come back. If he doesn't…nothing else will matter. There would be nothing worthwhile in existence. Kaien decimated her. Ichigo would take away her will to live. Like she said though, he will come back fully intact; powers and all. She knows he wants that too. She will believe in him. That doesn't mean that Rukia doesn't fear for his life, however.

So, now it comes back to how long until she gets back. It isn't like two years…that she could not endure again, if you made her. Yes, I would. For him, she would. But it would be much tougher. The vengeful bitch that fate is, she has allowed Rukia and Ichigo to remember what they missed and some extra. Only to take it away.

Since Nii-Sama has circumvented the process, she has just a, relatively, short time to feel miserable. At least it has a foreseeable end. Until that horizon, all of her will miss him. Physically, emotionally and mentally, she is about to be so lonely that it is scary.

She will be glad when he can come here so she doesn't have to be away from him ever again. That will be the only thing that keeps her going. However, when she gets back, Rukia needs the dynamics to change…if he is willing.

Ichigo loves her; at least she thinks so. He lets her get away with anything she wants. At least, for the most part. Their relationship is extremely special. The problem is that Ichigo is not the type to admit an emotion like that for a long time. He has to become okay with it first. That is, after he has admitted it to himself. He would probably never say it to her if he did. His pride would get in the way.

She needs that from someone. It may be foolish and childish, but she really needs it. Though she may know it to be true in his heart, she needs to hear the words, from his lips. Just once in her life, she would like to hear the words said to her.

Strangely, he hasn't dated since she has been back. Is it that he doesn't want to or is he just being considerate of her feelings? What if he changes his mind or tries to create some distance while she is away?

Worse yet…what if he is unable to ever say that he loves her?

Rukia sighs deeply. She should not let too much time pass before…she is destroyed from the inside out. Her need to have full confirmation will be in conflict with her need for his existence in her life.

She has to tell him the truth. Is there ever a right time to feel fear and hope? How do you broach such a subject?

Plus, the physical attraction that was just a small annoyance before is becoming…harder to ignore. She doesn't want to, either.

Actually, their relationship has always been physical, but the type of physical contact has become different. She loves touching him and would like to have more… skin to skin contact. Yes, she loves his nose in her neck and his breath on her shoulder. His hands over hers are so warming.

However, she would like… Rukia feels terrible for thinking this because it is very self-satisfying… but she would really like to feel his hands on her body; his rough pads all over her skin. She has often imagined waking up with her back against his warm chest, and Ichigo's arms wrapped around her body when she begins her day.

Rukia wants to have a relationship with Ichigo that, someday, becomes one where they can fully express the depth of their feelings. A kiss won't just be a pointless, casual action; it will convey their private closeness and neither will have kissed anyone else. Just like when they finally make love it will have meaning; it will only be between them and she will never have another. Though they will be touching in a way that will bring the other sexual gratification, the manner in which it is done will continue to prove how much each of them wants the other to feel as important as possible, as wanted as possible, as good as possible; as loved as possible.

She would like to see his face transform into an expression of physical bliss. He will let go of his control allow her to make him feel…her cheeks turn pink from the thought. She wants to be the only person who sees Ichigo reach his highest level of pleasure. He should feel like she not only has lust for him, but complete and unadulterated adoration. He will be able to feel her love through their connection.

She has never had such a thought about another man. Rukia hopes to have a relationship with Ichigo that has no boundary. They will touch each other with sensuality and passion and he will be happy and content. Though the details will be hidden from public view, the private bond will ensure that it isn't just physical. It is spiritual…emotional. She seeks to find a point at which she and Ichigo feel as if they are one person in mind, spirit and body.

Time, for them, will be meaningless. It will only define stages in life, not life, itself. Well, not totally meaningless. Only when time runs out will their desire to be together. They will mate for life; together in infinity.

Could Ichigo commit to that? With me?

A small body jolts as the phone in the person's hakama pocket rings. Searching the screen, her eyes immediately recognize the number and the image that flashes with the caller's face.

Dark honey eyes and furious orange hair meet you. You can tell that his hands are on her shoulders and she is taking the picture looking up at him. The expression of the face is a defeated smile. He was giving her a picture and that was that.

The girl smiles warmly. Though he is pretending to be condemned by her actions, the way he looks at her makes her heart be still. Similar to what a hug does to her, or a kiss to her cheek or her hand in his…

She knew this is what she wanted to see on her phone when he called her. It's like a little Ichigo-gram.

"Moshi-moshi, Berry He-"

Her smile is turned upside down.

He can't go back to before. He just can't. This is going to sound stupid and sappy. So much so that he will probably never let it get past internal monologue.

As dumb as it sounds, he is at a point that he is so deeply in love with Rukia, that he is unable to…he won't be able to function if something were to happen to her. Two months without her is going to be so awful, that he is dreading the experience. Any more than that, he can't do.

Yes, 90 percent of his contempt and sadness is for the way they treat Rukia. The other is for how much his heart is going to hurt. To be without her is hard. He doesn't have anyone to be the real Ichigo with. No one to laugh with. The boy sighs. No one to hold…no one to love.

He adjusts his pillows against the headboard and changes channels. He supposes that isn't quite right. There is still another part of him is going to miss her warmth, reiatsu and the way she touches him. All of the hugs and kisses and snuggles and her hands… Her soft snore… Her hands on his back when he needs her to massage his shoulders after a lot of fighting… Her weight on his back… This is worse than before.

Before, it took him a while to realize how much he missed her. This time, he already knows what expect. Due to the complexity of their current emotional situation, he has some things to miss that are both of the heart and the body. Unfortunately, since he and she have always had a strange spiritual connection, it affects the unseen parts of his being. Every part of him is going to miss her badly because there will be no one here to take care of keeping him happy and on even keel.

She lets him speak his mind. Rukia is the best friend, ever. Ichigo chuckles a bit. Best friend. How long have they kept that story going?

It isn't a total story. She really is his best friend. They tell each other almost everything. The stuff they don't tell is because they are trying to avoid a shitty outcome or, most often, because they were already there when the events occurred. That is how close they are. To know him, at all, is to know of her. She exists in all of his world and life. Even the people at the places he works know of Rukia. There isn't anywhere that he goes that she isn't welcome.

However… However, he wants something more. Much more. He wants to things to change. A lot. Maybe I'm being selfish. What if she isn't ready to contemplate a husband, yet? She has never dated and may want the chance to do so. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he has to reason. After what she saw him do, she is well within her right. Ichigo cringes and grips the remote with force. He owes it to her to allow her the chance to date other men.

He closes his eyes tightly. He should have tried harder to convey the honest reason for his behavior. How was he supposed to know that he would fall for her? He lightly laughs. If he would have allowed himself to let all of his thoughts come forward, he would have known. He has always had such a…a… weird need to be with her.

Wide lids open slowly and he smiles softly.

When he was fifteen and sixteen, he tried to disguise it. He would say it was for her safety. It was for his. He finally had a close friend and it was nice. She didn't want anything from him but for him to be the best person he could. He just wanted a companion…even if he didn't know it.

At seventeen to eighteen, he doesn't want to be her friend, anymore. But, how does he ask for something that he has no right to have until he has let her have her chance at… No, Rukia, don't want that.

Ichigo's face scowls in pain. He would have no choice, but to wait for her. He would, too…there is not another person he can even look at, in that respect. Up to this point, Rukia is the only person he has held, outside of family. Well, there is that weird hug from Inoue. Truly, he hates it when other women touch him.

Then, there is the fact that he and Rukia are going to college.

That is a whole different playing field. Rukia is not unattractive, by any means. There will be lots of guys giving her the full press. A pretty little girl like her, will have a lot of attention. His field of competition will widen, drastically. That is not good.

Then, there are the jackasses in Soul Society. Renji… A growling sound rumbles in his throat. What Red would do for a chance to be with Chibi… It isn't that he hates Renji. He just hates the idea of the Pineapple with Rukia. Or anyone else, besides me, for that matter.

Regardless of how disgusting the men are in Soul Society, Rukia is the kind of woman that makes a man stay home at night. If Shuuhei thought he had a chance with her, he'd get right, immediately. People like him and Renji are running around getting their physical needs handled while they orbit around Rukia trying to be the one. They believe that once they are in, they'll get to the business of marrying Rukia, right away.

She is also excellent arm candy. Chibi is not only attractive, but carries herself well. She is graceful and respectable. Rukia is also hardcore and badass. Sometimes, her cuteness and innocence is refreshing. Others, her downright, beauty, sassiness and sexiness are so damning that his eyes affix to her and his body wants to follow suit. On every scene, she fits in well. If you add in her beauty and brains, there aren't many men who would not want her next to them in public. That makes her an excellent choice for some rich asshole, in Soul Society.

All in all, the problem is that Rukia will need a can of man repellent, very soon. The best way to ward them off is to be legally bound to her in both Soul Society and this world. Then, he has every right keep every non-approved male away from her. He doesn't want to risk some man getting what is his… or what he wants to be his.

He is having a struggle because he… is unsure. Part of him truly believes that Rukia does love him. A very large part of him is in agreement with that idea. On the other hand, there is a very small but powerful part of him that is afraid that she may want time to find out if she really loves him because of what he has done. He really fucked up.

Ironically, Ichigo believes that one of the reasons that he hated dating is because it always felt like he was doing something really wrong. He always had that unfaithful feeling and he never understood why. After that whole crazy drama a few weeks ago, he immediately knew why. From day one, for him to be with her is to feel united; completed.

He lets his eyes move about the space and there isn't one spot that hasn't been 'Ruikia-ized'. A light pink book bag is next to his on the floor, behind the door. Her hair things are in a basket on his desk, next to the bands that he removed from her hair during the week and left them there. There is the faint smell of her lotion and shampoo. Her favourite pens and pencils are right next to the basket. If he were to open the closet, her clothes would be hanging next to his. Half of the dresser drawers belong to her. Several sets of size four and a half and five shoes are on the shelf below his. Shujo mangas are placed neatly next to Shone mangas on the bookshelf. Even his dirty clothes and towels are mixed with hers. Her possessions and smell are just part of his everyday life.

Oyaji is right about the house not being a home without her. The house feels empty and lonely when she is away. Anytime she leaves, it seems like the structure is in mourning with him. It doesn't sound the same, smell the same, look the same…feel the same. Even right now, his bedroom feels too large. The funny thing is, he used to think that his room was too small to have her in here with him.

That isn't the only thing his was father right about. Ichigo does miss her, need her…love her. He knows he should tell her. He wants to…he's just not sure he can. Well, he can…just not now. Maybe after this is over, he will be in a better position…

That is just bullshit. There really isn't a better position. He knows he's lying, but what if she doesn't come back? Then what? Then he will have confessed to someone who he will never see again. Convince her that this is her home... How the hell do you go about that kind of craziness? Why can't she just say it?

What does he have to do get her to call this her home? Does he write it down and pester her? Should he ask her what it would take? Where did he fall short? He has wanted her to say it since she came back. He needs her to need to be here just like he has the need to be with her.

His chi-chi mentioned an emotional connection. He and Rukia have that, already. She knows how much he misses her, right? That doesn't have to be said does it? Why does he have to say this shit out loud? Doesn't she already know? It has got to be better here than the mansion, wouldn't you think?

Perhaps this is all his way of dealing with cowardice. If he doesn't say it, it isn't real so he doesn't have to deal with the associated pain of being disappointed or…having his feelings unrequited. Fate would not have held them together this long to have her not want him, yeah? This majorly sucks. Why can't things just fall together like one of those shitty romantic comedies?

In a shitty romantic comedy, the girl he loves would not have been made the number two person in a clan of complete assholes. Byakuya better have a really good reason. Really. Good. And, he means it with every fiber of his being. Byakuya has created a situation that makes Ichigo even more afraid for her when she is away from him.

It isn't that Ichigo doesn't think that she can handle it. Rukia is smart and tough. But these people are morally bankrupt to the point of wanting her dead. He's read enough history. Royalty protects the heir apparent so that they are not eliminated by greedy outside players. Who the hell is protecting her? This Edo shit is insane! At least if he were with her, he could watch for people with other motives.

Byakuya knows what he is walking her into. There is nothing to make Ichigo believe that there isn't a reason that the snob keeps his radius of association so wide and tight. The nobleman does it because he only trusts those people. Even then, the question becomes can you trust the people that they trust? The fewer the degrees of separation between you and the other person, the more security issues arise. And, if something happens to the snot, Rukia will have to take his spot. Then, what happens to her and him? Having her in that position makes him worry at a very high level.

Her and him. What does he do about them? Us.

What the hell is he supposed to do? Just give up his life and move to Soul Society before he has had a chance to live it? He doesn't want to be a Kuchiki. What if Byakuya wants another man to marry Rukia?

Ichigo has to put his heart on ice. She deserves many things that he may not be able to give her. She is used to being in the presence of wealth. Everything that she gets from her brother is expensive. He knows that Rukia owns jewelry that he could never afford. Her family home is one of supreme quality and taste. Hell, some of the kimonos he's seen her in, he knows cost a fortune. He may never be able to give her servants.

What he can give her is…is a place where she is loved very, very much. Where he will hold her every day and tell her how much he enjoys being able to do so in one way or another. She will be protected from anything and everything. She will be cherished and worshipped. When she needs something, she will come to him without fears and he will never turn her away.

When they progress to a relationship that is on a level that reaches a sexual nature… His nose wrinkles. That's a little clinical. But he has to say, if their friendship life has been any indicator, their sex life will be intense and powerful.

When he can physically express to her what he feels, he will make love to her with wild abandon. He will hold nothing back; no words… no actions. He will give her what she wants and needs to feel satisfied. Period. You only cheat yourself when you are a selfish lover.

For every man who tells you what they won't do, you will also find that he has never been given everything his spouse would offer. When he makes love to Rukia, he wants to be able feel how much she loves him and for her to feel how much he loves her. Not only would it make him happy for her to be satiated by his ministrations, but he knows that she would do the same. Sex should be as much about communication, unity, trust, and vulnerability as it is about getting the physical release.

He wants to possess her. In return, she will own him. When they get old, he will not shun her. Only they and their children will ever be in their bed. He would die before he was unfaithful.

He is just over working this. It doesn't matter if she calls this her home or not, he will just go with the tide. That is how everything has always gone between them. It'll work itself out. Besides, maybe it's good that the train does get slowed down. Maybe they should really think this stuff over. Perhaps short break would be good for them.

They'll just put everything on pause until they get back. Then, there will be plenty of time to figure this out. She will be back for good… Why doesn't he believe himself?

He decides that he should see if Rukia will pick up. She'll snap some sense into him.

Grabbing his phone from his lounge pants pocket, he dials the first speed dial option. To his surprise, the voice he had been hoping for answers.

Only, why does she seem so happy? Isn't she upset by this? "Hey. You up there having a party? Can you at least pretend to miss being here?" His voice is not adversarial, but it is not without meaning.

Rukia scowls harshly. Her voice is very low and she speaks through closed teeth. "Ichigo, did you really call to get shitty with me?"

Noticing her constricted tone, the boy cocks a brow. Spoken as more of a statement, he asks, "Where are you."

In the same tone, she answers, "I am outside Soutaicho's office, in the courtyard. I am waiting for Nii-Sama, as I have been for the last hour."

"You've been sitting there for an hour and you couldn't bother to call or text me or anything?" She had to know he's been worried. Why couldn't she have said she was alright?

What is his problem? "Ichigo, I kept thinking that they would come out at any time. I was getting ready to call you when you called me. I'll be there in a couple more hours."

Ichigo scoffs. "You sure, or will it be another two hours after that?"

"Ichigo, what is your problem? I told you that I will be back in two hours." Her voice is cross and still calm. She is not in the mood for this shit.

He can't help but ask. After all, it's the reason she's there. "So, how did everything go with your family?" He does keep his voice is cordial.

The girl lets out a large sigh and catches herself. She should not have done that. He is going to want more details, now. This is not the time or the place to discuss such a matter and she will not go into too many details, at that. Fixing her voice to something that is believable with a sigh, she replies, "You know, a few formalities and announcements. They weren't happy about it but it will be ironed out later."

She's straight up lying. Her sigh was not one of boredom. It was a hopeless sigh. Something went on that was horribly upsetting. Half sarcastic and half irritated, the male shinigami asks, "Okay, let's try again. And this time, how about you tell me the truth?"

She knows she's busted. She has to give him enough so that he will let some of it ride until they are face to face. "They were very angry about it. They probably will be for a very long time. They just wanted the position, that's all."

There is something that she isn't telling him. "Did they insult you?" His line of questioning is direct and devoid of anything that might be construed as playful. She's not giving up any details so he has to go into questions that will yield him exactly what he wants. What happened that she doesn't want to talk about it?

Rukia has to tell the truth on this one. She will make it closed so no follow up is needed. Hopefully this will be the only one he thinks of to ask. "Yes." Her answer is brief and without hesitation.

She was honest in her response. The boy is satisfied in that respect. However, here is the one question he really wants the answer to. "Did someone threaten your life?"

Technically, the guy didn't get the whole sentence off before Bya-Nii stopped him. So it isn't a total lie. Answering quickly, she replies, "I know a few people were thinking about it. However, Nii-Sama took care of it."

Right there… "That is not what happened. This is the second time you've lied in fifteen minutes." What the hell is going on with her? It isn't like her to blatantly lie.

There is no way he's going to know about all of that has transpired and she certainly is not going to go into details from where she is sitting. She is in front of too many ears. Besides, would knowing really be a load off of his mind, or is it going to make him even more upset? "I am sorry that I glossed over some facts. However, I am not in a place in which I can discuss this sort of thing. Again, I will be there in one hundred and twenty minutes. "

Ichigo can understand that. He likes their business private, too. But still, "Why didn't you say that in the first place? Is this how it is going to be every time you go to Soul Society? You lying to me? " How could she betray his trust like that? They never lie to each other!

That stung; he's got a point. She violated one of the major tenants of their relationship. But, even if she could be more honest in open spaces, he's just going to worry more than he already does. Besides, she has had quite the experience and day. Once she is back in the Living World, she can be herself.

Her voice is low and contrite. "I'm sorry, okay? You are right about that. Just give me a break, alright? We'll talk soon, when I get to your house."

He doesn't know why, but he's just irritated. He hates the term, 'your house' from her! What is it that makes it so hard for her to call this her home? It disturbs him to no end. His voice does not hide his state of mind or his disdain. "Well, you are at your home. I suppose it is well within your right to spend as much time there as you want. It isn't like this is where you live, so there is no obligation on your part. I am sure all of the guys are lined up to see you. You are probably the center of attention."

He couldn't stop his mouth from the last comment. He doesn't know where it came from. Then again, that isn't true. Where it came from isn't the question. Why his throat let it his lips make the decision is.

What an ass! Here she is trying to do her best to get back to him and he just wants to bitch and complain! It was wrong to lie to him and she apologized, but she isn't going to grovel. She has had a really shitty day and if Bya-Nii comes back with an answer she doesn't like, she will be working on trying to break the hell out of here. Even if he does come back with a good answer, her life has already been permanently changed.

Violet orbs focus on the small form of her brother, off in the distance. His gate gives away neither a positive nor negative outcome. He must have gone somewhere else with Soutaicho, in between.

Rukia has to end the conversation before her sibling gets within earshot. Making her voice serious and laced with finality, she answers him while adding sharpness to her words. "Well, I know that the world revolves around you and only you, Kurosaki-Kun, but I have to tell you, I have had a horrible damned day. I am tired, hungry, stressed and anxious. I have to sit here until Nii-Sama gets back with the verdict from Soutaicho regarding my return, after the mission for Aizen. Since I need that confirmation, I will sit here until they are finished.

I already told you that I was sorry and why I was not forthcoming with the truth. I am aware that this whole situation is bothersome for you, but everything is not about you, Ichigo. I am not like all of your other admirers. My life is a little more complicated. If dealing with my issues is too much for you, then tell me when I get back and I will make other arrangements.

I am not going to fight with you. I have too many things on my mind and too much hanging above my head. Now, if you will excuse me, I must speak with Nii-Sama regarding the result of me being able to escape my alleged home…which I seem to do more and more often.

It is interesting. I spent two years devising ways to get back to you, in your home. I have been gone less than a half day and because I don't sound like I am upset, you assume that I am not so. Did you forget where I am? Of course not. You believe that all my charades are for real. You are supposed to know me, Ichigo. You are supposed to know that I want to be with you, regardless of what the place is called or where it is located. For someone who likes to remind me that the moniker and words are less important than the meaning, you sure are caught up in the former.

Good Bye, Ichigo. I will let you know when I get back, you selfish, self-absorbed, myopic asshole."

With that, Rukia ends the call and turns off the phone. She straightens her kimono and stands in anticipation for her brother. Taking deep breaths, she calms her nerves so she can get the last conversation out of her mind and fully listen.

She'll fight with the person she loves more than anything, later.

"Hello?"

Did she just hang up on me?

Ichigo pulls the phone from his ear and looks at the screen with a tense scowl. 'Call Ended' flashes with her picture.

Redialing, he is met with her voice mail. And, she turned off her phone? No she didn't! He pulls the phone back to end the call himself. A large hand throws the phone into the pillow next to him.

Oh, but she did. That is Chibi for you. That woman has some nerve! She just basically told him to piss off and then hung the fuck up! How the hell is he supposed to argue the words out of her if she isn't even listening!

The boy swings himself over the edge of the bed and stands. Clenching and releasing his fists, he begins to pace.

She had to throw his words at him, didn't she? Bothersome? She has always been that and it never stops him! What the fuck?

Admirers? She is still after that. Damn. He knew it. He really prays that doesn't end up really costing him.

Those Kuchiki fucks were ugly to her and threatened her life, that much he is sure of. Yet, it does sound like Bya-Snot handled the situation. Ichigo hopes those assholes aren't confused. When Aizen is handled, he will be visiting a hell of a lot more frequently. He is not going to let her leave alone, too often. If anyone even looks at her wrong, they will find breathing to be a luxury.

She did say that she wanted to be with me regardless of where. So, that is a plus. Still! She hung up on me! Wench!

How…how…insulting! That nervy, short, bossy, know-it-all, prideful little thing, he oughtta-oughtta… His face is extremely red and he balls his fists. Squeezing his eyes together…the boy begins to chuckle…oughtta do nothing.

That is Rukia and he loves her just as she is. She…she is right. He used to never care about the words. Lacing his hands behind his head, he stands still. Maybe, he has changed. Perhaps…he needs the words…she does, too.

He turns toward the closet and smiles softly. Walking to the door, he opens it slowly, letting both hands fall to his side. There is her made bed, small reading light, drawings, toiletries basket, and pictures. The pictures are of her and his family. Yuzu, Karin, Oyaji…there are lots of pictures of him and her. When they were younger, lots of phone pictures from the last two months, when he isn't watching… Ichigo swallows thickly.

There is one of him sleeping serenely. It is taken from the angle of her being behind him. His face is extremely peaceful; she's holding him in his sleep. He has never noticed the angle, before now. It had to have been done with her phone prior to her coming back. He can see her black sleeve. His old phone would not have been able to see her outside of her gigai.

Rukia has been with him for everything. He will give her the words.

He goes throughout the room and gathers a few specific items. Opening and closing dresser drawers, he stacks the items on her bed and writes a note to join them.

The boy Ichigo makes his bed and changes his shirt. He doesn't want Inoue's smell on him. One, he's not overly fond of it. It isn't bad, at all. It is very flowery and pleasant. But he prefers Rukia's. Two, he doesn't want Rukia smelling it. He doesn't want that to be the first point of discussion for the night.

He decides to go downstairs and pass the time with his sisters. He needs a good distraction and he has gotten to spend more time with them since Rukia has been here. The Midget really belongs in this family. Before she leaves, he will make her see it, too.

He will have to show her that she has an admirer…Ichigo is her biggest fan.

"Byakuya-Nii-Sama, which of my requests were met and which were denied?" Two violet eyes move up to his face. She is trying to gauge his hidden facial expressions to discern if things went well or if she has reason to worry. Rukia is very nervous. What if they give some crazy reason that she can't go back tonight?

The addressed man lets his lips turn up and then they fall. He is still in public. "They have all been accepted favourably. Regardless of outcome, you will be able to see the Kozo. As soon as the conditions are settled after the extermination, and the Serietei is stabilized, you may go back to the Living World. No questions will be asked regarding the origins of his power. Let's get you back to the mansion and on your way."

Both siblings turn and walk toward the family home. The walk is silent, but not tense. With the exception of the occasional person recognizing Byakuya, the entire trip is without incident. When they are a few hundred feet outside of the gates of the mansion, Rukia looks upward at her brother. "Arigato, Nii-Sama. I appreciate your assistance. I am grateful. I am glad that I can go about this legally."

Byakuya spares his sister a glance and a small smile. "Rukia-Sama, there is nothing to thank me for. I am pleased that I can do something that would make your life better. You will come back a week from Monday and Kurosaki will come the following Monday. Getting you back will take longer, I am afraid. I can send you back when everything has been brought back to normal after the mission. If the wait gets to be excessive, I will start looking for other options. But, for right now, do not worry."

She nods in understanding. "No matter. You took it upon yourself to help." Shyly, she smiles at him. "I look forward to spending some time with you during my stay. Hopefully, we will have some time to draw and I will join your yoga class."

Byakuya's eyes noticeably light up. "Yes! I shall sign you up! I am thinking of taking a few days off so that we can have the afternoon and morning sun for drawing. And, we will start on your room. I will have the textile and interior designers scheduled. Oh! Have you thought about joining the Shoji League? I know that you would not be able to come every week…"

All the way back to her chambers, Rukia wears a small, happy smile. Her brother is looking forward to spending time with her. That certainly is different. She has to say…she is very happy about the development.

Byakuya's inner glee is on overload. That is a big change for a man who hasn't known what glee is for a very long time. Rukia is going to come back and spend time with him. He will be sure to make the best of it. For the first time in many years, he will be sharing his leisure with family…and will enjoy it.

After changing her clothes and putting her hair up into a simple ponytail, she ties the ribbon around and begins to the gate. When she gets to the room, she is met by Byakuya.

"Rukia-Sama, it is fifteen minutes to eight. Please contact the Kurosakis as soon as you arrive so that they are not worried. I understand that the Kozo is very uncomfortable, according to Isshin. Do you have everything you need?" His voice is light and casual.

Rukia nods. "Hai. However, if I might ask, may I have a laptop computer? Ichigo and I have to share. I sometimes have to wait for him to complete his assignments before I can start mine. It is for the purposes of furthering my education. I will be keeping it into college."

Byakuya cocks an eyebrow. "Why did you not tell me sooner? Kuchikis wait on no one. I will have Urahara procure one for you tomorrow. I assume you would like a Chappy carrying bag…in limited edition silver."

Two violet shine up at him. "Yes! Very much!" Her smile is wide and innocent. Chappy! Chappy!

The older man can't help but smile in return. He is thankful that he can see her eyes be animated, once again. But, if he doesn't send her off, he'll want to stop her from leaving. "Expect it no later than noon, tomorrow. Now get going. I'll call you tomorrow. Be well."

The small girl wraps her arms around her brother's waist and hugs him briefly. "Thank you and be well, Nii-Sama."

The older brother puts his hands around his sister's shoulders and squeezes her lightly. He has not been hugged in very long time. "Get going before I try to keep you here."

Letting her go and pushing her, by her back to the gate, he opens it. "I hate throw my imouto-san out, but it must be done. See you soon."

Both parties look each other eyes briefly before Rukia turns and begins her walk to another dimension. Her reply is soft and sincere. "Soon, Byakuya-Nii-Sama."

When the door closes, Byakuya smiles widely. Though the circumstances are less than optimum, he believes that he won a place in his sister's heart out of all of the mess from the last two months.

Arigato, Hisana.

After reaching Urahara's and getting into her gigai, Rukia steps out of the Shoten and stands on the steps. It is a chilly night, but she isn't ready to deal with Ichigo, yet. He knows that she only wants to be with him, doesn't he? She shouldn't have to call it a certain name to make it real. Should she?

Deciding that she should at least let the Kurosakis know that she is alright, Rukia sends the text, sets her phone to silent and puts the device in her pocket. She secures her coat, pulls down her hat and puts on her gloves.

Stepping out into the night, Rukia begins her mind clearing walk, before she goes home.

To: Kurosaki Ichigo

From: Kuchiki Rukia

I am in here, but I will be taking a walk. I need to think through some things. Don't wait up for me. We'll talk in the morning.

Ichigo reads the message while sitting on the couch watching television. The outside corners of his eyes completely fall. She thinks that she is going have to argue with him. It's not her fault that she would think such a thing. He did call and start in on her.

Damn. She would have been here sooner if he hadn't been pissing her off.

Though he is sure that she isn't even looking at her phone, at this point, it doesn't mean that his intent is any less honest. Turning the device sideways, he types his message, presses send and fixes his eyes to the television. Rukia will come back to him…she always does.

He just has to wait for her.

He will.

To: Kuchiki Rukia

From: Kurosaki Ichigo

Come home to me soon, Chibi. I'm sorry.