Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. It's property of Tite Kubo.

Author's Note: What is this? Am I updating this collection earlier today? You bet! As I said yesterday, the following prompts should be easier to write, and as such, all updates will be faster. Who knows. You might get a second one later today. Anyway, as I also told you at the beginning or IR Month, some of the one-shots will be shorter, and this one's the case. Although it's short, I'm quite proud of the way it turned out. When I read the ninth prompt, I knew everyone was just going to write or draw angsty pieces and I was right. Therefore, I took a diffrent route. Expect funny and steamy times from this story. I hope you all like it!

By the way, I'll try to wirte the rest of the prompts as quickly as possible, but I might not finish after August is over, so I might have to continue until September. The problem's I'll start classes again, so let's see how much free time I have left. But, I promise, even if it takes me a year, I'll complete them.

Thank you all for your support!

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Reviews

Maiko: I'm glad you liked the chapter better now that it wasn't scary. Poor Ichigo, he just cannot catch a break from Rukia's teasing. Too bad he didn't get any evidence... or did he? I'm glad you liked it, and, who knows, maybe in the future I'll wrote more Bleach Unsolved episodes. Thanks again for reviewing!

Rendezvous

Prompt: not the first, but definitely the last

Summary: They really have got to stop meeting in the janitor's closet.

"Where are you going, Kuchiki-san?" Inoue and the rest of the girls asked her the moment she stood up.

Rukia faked a smile, the same one she was used to giving others. "Ah… to the restroom. And maybe to get a water bottle."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Inoue asked, almost standing up.

Any other day, she would have accepted, but not today. "No, it's fine. You haven't finished your lunch yet."

At the mention of her food, Inoue started smiling. "Ah, right. Well, see you later, Kuchiki-san."

"Yeah, see you, Kuchiki-san!" The others told her.

"Yeah. See you in class."

With that said, Rukia walked calmly away from the tree where she usually sat during lunch with her friends. Once inside the school building, and away from the prying eyes of her classmates, she started running until she got to her destination. Third floor. The janitor's closet. She tried to hide the smirk that wanted to bloom on her face, but she couldn't stop it. Feeling adrenaline pumping through her veins, she opened the door. As expected, it was dark inside with the light switched off. She wasn't frightened, though. Darkness was exactly what she needed. Rukia stepped inside and, suddenly, a pair of muscular arms wrapped around her body, pulling her to a hard chest. The door closed soon after.

"Ichigo." She admonished the other person in the room for his rash behavior. However, her annoyance was soon forgotten when his lips started trailing kisses down her neck.

Ichigo smirked at the satisfied sounds she was making. "You're late and you need to be punished." He said, pushing her against the wall, his lips still sucking and biting down her skin.

"If you give me a hickey, I'm going to be so pissed." Rukia said faking anger, when really, she was enjoying herself. She ran her fingers through his orange tresses, and pulled him closer when the need was too much.

"That's not what you said last time." Her boyfriend said, as he started unbuttoning her white shirt to show more untainted skin he was wishing to redden.

"Well, nii-sama asked me why I was wearing a scarf in the middle of summer. I had to fake a col─" She started explaining, when she moaned. "Ah… right there."

"Your wish is my command." Ichigo said, licking his lips as he took in the scene in front of him. Rukia, with her eyes closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed, and back arching due to his ministrations. This was heaven right there. He started giving her neck open mouthed kisses, which made her moan louder. One hand held her hips, while the other slipped inside her shirt, caressing the smooth skin underneath. Rukia held his head closer with her hands on his head, but she needn't do that. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

Rukia was spiraling out of control. It always happened whenever she was with Ichigo. There was a fire that burned inside her every time they saw each other, and the only way to let it out was to meet in hidden places. She had known it would be this way from the very first time they had kissed each other seventeen months ago, after spending an evening skating. They had been very shy at first, but being who they were, they soon had fallen into a pattern. Both were passionate people and their meetings were equally as passionate. The problem was they couldn't do such activities in the public eye, so they had to hide.

When the ache was getting impossible to subdue, Rukia knew it was time to get things to the next level. She pried Ichigo's lips away from her neck, and then she smacked their mouths together, slipping her tongue in his parted crevice. Ichigo growled and lifted her from the ground. Her legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he deepened the kiss. Their lips moved in unison as their tongues played with each other. They didn't even need to speak to know what the other wanted. That was how in synch they were. Ichigo suddenly grabbed her ass and she gasped, breaking away from the heated kiss. Oh, so this was how he was going to play it. He also needed to get punished for that one. She smirked at him, eyes gleaming with lust, as she dropped to the ground and then proceeded to slam him against the opposite wall. However, what was supposed to be a sensual display of dominance, turned into a comedy sketch when Ichigo tripped with a broom and fell to the ground with a loud thud. Instantly, Rukia started giggling. Her giggles turned into laughter, and she had to use the wall to support herself.

"It's not funny." Ichigo grumbled as he stood up, dusting his uniform.

"Oh, it is." She replied as she wiped her tears away.

He sighed and then groaned. "This totally wouldn't have happened if we had stopped making out in the janitor's closet." He mumbled.

Well, he had a point.

Ever since they had started dating, they had needed to find a place to kiss in peace. Their combined brainstorming led them to the place they had been looking for. The janitor's closet on the third floor was the one which was used the least. It was usually unoccupied and left by itself during school time. It was just perfect for them. So, they took every opportunity they could get to sneak away to the janitor's closet. Lunch time. Free periods. After school, faking they were going to study in the library. They had been doing this for so many months, and they hadn't been caught yet. The problem was that, as perfect as it was, the janitor's closet wasn't the most ideal location. It wasn't romantic, even if Rukia nor Ichigo cared about such things. It was exhilarating, even, to be passionately kissing in a place where they could get easily caught. But they were prone to accidents while in there. This wasn't the first time Ichigo had tripped. Other times, buckets and bottles of detergent had fallen on them. Rukia had bumped her head with the shelves more than once. It was getting tiring to ignore these things as they craved each other's companies even more these days.

"And what other place do you suggest?" Rukia asked him coyly.

"Your room. Or my room." Ichigo said in a way that implied he had been thinking about this for a while.

She sighed. "You know we can't."

Rukia's brother was overprotective and old fashioned. Kuchiki Byakuya firmly believed his sister should remain a virgin until marriage. And he wasn't exactly fond of Ichigo as his future bother-in-law either. If he ever discovered what they had been up to for over a year now, he would have been furious with both of them. Betraying her brother's trust wasn't something Rukia wanted to do, and if they did what they did in the janitor's closet in her very own room, the chances of being caught increased. (Also Byakuya would never let Ichigo set foot in her room, in any case). As for the Kurosaki household, well, Ichigo's family was nosey. Even before they had started dating, Isshin and Yuzu had been convinced they were already together. They had eavesdropped on them whenever they worked on homework in Ichigo's room. They had taken conversations they were having out of context. One time, Isshin had slammed the door open, expecting to find them in a compromising position, when they had been, in fact, only playing videogames. Of course all these situations had been completely embarrassing to say the least. Now imagine what the outcome would have been if they had been making out in his room. They both shuddered by just thinking about it.

"Well, it's not like Byakuya has cameras in your room… right?"

Rukia snorted. "He doesn't but that's not the point."

"Then what is it?" Ichigo retorted.

"If nii-sama finds us out, he might never let me see you again. Worst case scenario, he will kill you with one of his many katana." She explained.

"Ugh. Why did you have to get an overprotective brother?" He grumbled.

"You'll understand nii-sama soon enough when Yuzu and Karin start dating." Rukia said just to annoy him.

Ichigo's eyes got darker as he glared at the invisible images of two teen boys defiling his sisters. "They'll never see the light of day if they touch them."

"Exactly." She said, amused by his words.

"Well, then, my room."

"You know your father never lets us be alone in your room. And you don't want your sisters to walk in on us." They were too young to be seeing those images.

Ichigo sighed. "We can probably get away with it when both crazy goat chin and the girls are out." He replied.

"But the chances of that happening in the same day are slim." Rukia added.

They had been through this conversation before, and nothing had changed in all this time. They were back to square one.

"Well, then, let's just hold on until I get my own place." Ichigo said.

She blinked once and then twice. "Pardon?"

"My own place." He said again, and then he got uncomfortable, scratching the back of his head. "I've been saving up money to rent my own apartment after we graduate." He explained, and upon seeing Rukia's expression, he added, "It'll be easier to study for college without my old man there. Don't think anything funny!"

Ichigo had been working on odd jobs for many months now. Rukia had always assumed he wanted to have more money than the one his father gave him as allowance to afford things he might want to buy. She wouldn't have guessed his true goal was to become independent. It made sense. It was so Ichigo to do something like that.

She grinned at him. "Your own place? You're so grown up now, Ichigo!"

"Shut up. You act as if it weren't normal." He grumbled, crossing his arms as his cheek flushed red. Embarrassed Ichigo made for an adorable sight. She giggled.

"Well, then we'll have our own space for such activities." Rukia said as she walked sultrily towards him, trapping him against the wall.

He smirked. "Getting excited now?"

"Of course. Can I get to decorate it?" She added, fluttering her lashes at him.

"Oh, hell no! You'll make it look girly!"

"Don't be so dramatic! I'll have you know I possess great taste!"

With that, bickering ensued and, at the end of it, they started laughing. Ichigo leaned down and kissed her softly.

"When I get my own place, we won't need to hide anymore."

"Sounds like a plan."

When graduation day finally came, Ichigo and Rukia sneaked away from their families and friends after the ceremony, and went to the janitor's closet on the third floor. They closed the door behind them, and immediately started kissing passionately against the wall.

"I thought you hated this place." Rukia muttered between kisses.

"I just thought we needed to properly say goodbye to the closet. After all, it's witnessed many of our escapades." Ichigo said, lifting her up to have better access to her neck.

"Then let's say goodbye with a bang!" She exclaimed before pulling him up for another breathtaking kiss.

Their mouths moved against each other at the same time as their hands roamed all over their bodies. Rukia slipped a hand inside Ichigo's shirt and palmed his tone abdomen. He growled and pulled her closer, a hand grabbing her firm ass. She moaned his name loudly, grabbing his shirt to keep herself form falling. His mouth started trailing kisses down her neck, as Rukia kept on touching his chest. He started unbuttoning her shirt, until he could see her bra. Ichigo sucked on the tender skin, making her claw his back. That wasn't a new move by any means, but it was one which always surprised her. Imitating him, she also unbuttoned his shirt, finally seeing his amazing abs. She trailed his chest with a slender finger from top to bottom, making his Adam's apple bobble. She grinned and then pulled Ichigo down for another kiss. He instantly sucked on her bottom lip, one hand massaging her breast, while the other kept her in place. Rukia moaned against his mouth, parting her lips for his tongue to enter. They could taste each other, that particular flavor that they only possessed mingling with the other and creating a unique combination. Fire blossomed in their bellies as they continued kissing. To think that, soon, they would be able to go even beyond this was thrilling.

They pulled away and Ichigo let his forehead touch hers. "How's that for a bang?"

Rukia giggled and kissed his swollen lips softly. "That was a bang, alright."

He chuckled and smiled at her so lovingly it melt her heart. "To be honest, I'm gonna miss this place."

"You're getting nostalgic and we haven't even left yet!" She exclaimed, amused by his reaction.

"It's just, we've had a lot of firsts here…" Ichigo said, gesturing at the closet. "It's weird to think that this is definitely the last time."

Rukia's expression softened. She started reminiscing every moment spent there. The first time her lips had parted to let Ichigo's tongue trail in. The first time she had felt bold enough to let him kiss her neck. The first time she ever gave him a hickey. The first time he had unbuttoned her shirt, wanting to see more skin. The first time she had felt his toned body down his shirt. She remembered them all. All those touches in the dark. All the sounds they had made. The thrill of the rush of doing something forbidden. Then, there were the other less passionate moments. Things toppling down on them. Laughter and giggling. Their deep conversations about their pasts and their future. The sense of comradery that had remained with them even after dating.

They had made out in that closet for the span of two years. Now it was hard to think that this would be the last time.

"Hey, if it makes you feel better, we can always find a new closet in our university." Rukia joked. It was lucky they had gotten accepted in the same one.

"Our closet days are over. From now on, we'll use my bed." Ichigo declared. He had managed to rent his own apartment at the end. Isshin, ever helpful, had promised to support him, but that he needed to get a part-time job anyway.

The idea of using his bed opened a world of new things they could try.

It sent shivers down her spine.

"Oh, Kurosaki-kun's getting bold~!" She teased him, making him blush.

"Shut up! You want it too!"

It was Rukia's turn to get red. "Well, yeah, I do…"

Ichigo grinned at her. "Good. Because from now on, that's what we're gonna do."

"Wait! We have to study! And what about our part-time jobs?"

He rolled his eyes. "It'll fit into our schedules. We'll make time."

With that, the conversation was over and they decided it was time to leave. They straightened their clothes and fixed their tousled hair. Once they were ready, Ichigo opened the door. They gave the closet one last glance, memorizing every nook and cranny, as the memories of all their times together invaded them. Then, they held hands and, together, they left, heading towards whatever the future had in store for them. It would be bright as long as they were together, that was for sure.

A/N: Honestly, Ichigo should have been showned living by himself at the end instead of still living in the Kurosaki Clinic. He had dreams of living by himself and becoming independent. Remember how hard he was working? I've said it before and I'll say it again: Kurosaki Ichigo deserved better, especially from his own creator.

Also, if you don't think Ichigo and Rukia have a closet kink, you're wrong.