Senna twirled the contents of the glass and leaned back on the sofa, glancing outside the window, a smirk on her face. She rolled her eyes as she pressed her phone into her ear to hear more clearly.

"-So maybe we should try the other w-"

"There's no need for any other action," She said, cutting him off and leaned forward "Do you know what condition she is in right now? She woke up from a coma nearly after a month"

"I understand"

"Of course, you have to hear the icing on the cake" she grinned "She has amnesia. Amnesia of all things!" she let out a laugh and downed the drink in her hand "It's been more than a week and she shows no signs of ever recovering."

She stared at the glass with a gleam in her eye "Even the fates are against this." She ended the call and smiled to herself "Oh Ichigo, I will be there to heal all that's been hurt, don't you worry."

-x-

Ichigo clenched his jaw and glared at the man in front of him, who stared back at him coolly, daring him.

"Alright the two of you, break up the glares," said Kisuke Urahara, resting his chin on his hand propped up on his elbow.

Byakuya Kuchiki turned his gaze on him and stood up from the sofa "Since this has been decided, I am done here. I am going to leave-"

"The hell it is decided!" exclaimed Ichigo standing up "Nothing is decided because there is no decision to make!"

Byakuya ignored his outburst and looked at Kisuke "I would like it if you scheduled the divorce papers as soon as possible"

"Why you lit—"

"LISTEN UP!" barked Kisuke, shooting up and frowning at them both. He looked at Ichigo "Kurosaki, calm down" and then turned to Byakuya "Kuchiki, just listen to what he has to say."

Ichigo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. He finally looked at Byakuya "Rukia would not be happy with this is she finds out"

"She's not going to find out, that's kind of the thing," said Kisuke, Ichigo shot him a look and continued "She could regain her memories any day, it's not too late yet. All I ask is for some time, I am sure she will remember very soon"

"You both are not living together anymore, I am sure that's not the criteria for this marriage to be withheld anymore" spoke Byakuya calmly, he turned to Kisuke "Isn't that correct?"

Ichigo looked at Kisuke, who ran a hand through his hair "Alright then, I am not getting the divorce filing till the next two weeks, okay?"

"Two weeks isn't—"

"Alright then," said Byakuya "I will agree to that, no more, no less." Kisuke gave Ichigo a knowing look when he was about to protest, so Ichigo gave a stiff nod of his head and watched Byakuya leave. Kisuke gave him a nod and pressed a firm hand to his shoulder and followed him.

Ichigo stood quietly thinking, grimaced and made his way out, even though he had asked for time he wasn't sure that she would regain her memories anytime soon…not the way things were going anyway.

He walked down the road and glanced at the night sky, he stopped in front of a shop, a very familiar shop. A chappy stared back at him through the glass of the shop. He smiled wryly and touched the glass and remembered that this was the place where he had first met her.

"I did not know that you were interested in plush toys Ichigo," said a voice behind him. He turned and rolled his eyes at Nel, who was smiling at him with a tilt of her head. He opened his mouth to respond but a voice next to Nel cut him off.

"But chappy just isn't any toy," said Rukia frowning at Nel. Ichigo felt a pang through his chest, his everyday reaction at seeing her. She stood with her arms crossed, a woolen cap on her head, her violet eyes as sharp as ever.

"Yeah yeahh, I know he's the love of your life," said Nel laughingly. Ichigo watched her roll her eyes, her eyes met his. "Hey Orange head, what brings you here?"

"How about I ask you the same thing as well?"

She scoffed "I asked you first, so stop making dumb arguments"

"The only thing which is dumb he—"

Nel appeared with a phone on her ear "Both of you shut up, I have to go, something came up. Ichigo be a dear and drop Rukia home will ya? Kay, Thanks" she said winking at him and leaving them dumbfounded.

"She did not just do that," said Rukia after a moment of silence, as they stared the way she disappeared too. Ichigo sighed,"But she did, that's Nel for you. Quirky as always"

"uh uh," she looked at him "you can head on, I can go alone." Ichigo pulled the cap on her head down, causing her to yelp, "let's go already midget, you gonna make it way too late."

He dragged her along and she followed shooting him a glare "don't call me midget again"

Ichigo smirked "Why? Midget. Midget. Midget. Midg—son of a fudging cow!"

His words were cut short as pain shot through his leg, he glanced at Rukia smirking triumphantly and groaned, rubbing his shin "evil midget"

He dodged her attack again and laughed at her trying. They both walked in silence for a while, Ichigo glanced at Rukia who seemed deep in thought. Rukia looked at him abruptly, causing him tot turn away quickly. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she asked raising an eyebrow at him.

"I am not looking at you"

"Its been weird ever since I got out of the hospital" she continued, looking up and shoving her hands in her jacket. "All of the people I have met in school till now, Grimmjow, Nel, Uryuu, Momo, Rangiku, Toshiro…they are my friends, right? The ones I don't remember?"

Ichigo nodded stiffly, "Something does feel odd, though, I feel like something's missing…something important that I can't remember"

She stopped and stared at him "Are you sure there isn't something important that I've forgotten?"

Ichigo just gazed into her eyes, despite his thoughts on her not regaining her memories, her acting like this gave him hope, unrealistic hope.

"Rukia!"

They turned to see Renji down the street, running over to them. Ichigo pursed his lips and looked at him, he realized they were standing in front of his house. He glanced at Rukia with wide eyes,…they seemed to have walked on instinct. Maybe her memories of this being her house were lurking around.

"What are you doing here?" Rukia asked with a small smile. "I was just passing by and saw you guys," he said looking at them. "I'll take her home," he told Ichigo grabbing her arm and moving already. Rukia looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated, nodding at Renji, she gave Ichigo a final look and walked away from him.

Ichigo sighed dejectedly and watched them leave, he stood there until he felt numb in the cold biting wind and finally made his way inside. He switched on the lights and plopped down on the couch, feeling a dull ache spread through his chest.

She was living in the house she had originally planned to stay in, Byakuya had managed to furnish it before she got discharged to make it seem like she did live there, with the appropriate measures of filling up the refrigerator and messing up her bed.

She didn't remember anything from the moment she stepped in Karakura and was wary of him at times, The friends that did know about his situation didn't say anything and Ichigo respected that. Others just tried to make Rukia feel at ease. Renji had become her new best friend, well not exactly new since she was with him since she had left this god forsaken town. What if she had feeling for Renji? He knew Renji did.

He groaned and pushed himself off and dragged his weary body to Rukia's room and plopped himself on her bed, grabbing the pillow and inhaling it. All he knew was that Rukia could not find out about the past soon, she would be heartbroken at Kon's death, would be sorry for him too…lost in thoughts he soon fell asleep tired.

A/N: Thank you beautiful people for the lovely reviews and PMs. They encouraged and motivated me to not stop writing this fic and to keep me supporting my OTP, Ichiruki. Who cares what Kubo did, it doesn't matter no more. All that matters is that they will live on forever in our hearts.

It's all thanks to all of you that I was able to write this way sooner than I thought I could. Please leave a lovely review and expect the next chapter as soon as I hit a decent amount of reviews.

Thank you all

-Keira