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Chapter 2

'Good morning, midget!'
'Good morning, jackass.'

It had two weeks of this. Every day, Rukia walked into the precinct with the intention of being nice to Kurosaki. And every day he got on her fucking nerves. He had quickly become the bane of her existence. They argued constantly, about everything and anything. They even argued about who knew Renji better. She said it was because they grew up together. He claimed it was because they both worked the same beat as uniformed officers. Another time they argued about whether coffee tasted better black or with creamer. He said black, she said creamer. Both arguments remained unresolved.

But what truly got to her was the fact that it seemed only she was annoyed by him. Every time she went to other areas of the station, she would overhear conversations about him.
'Detective Kurosaki is the man.' Ppffttt
'He would never fight over a desk. And yet…
'Oh, my god, Detective Kurosaki is so hot.' Ugh
Most of those conversations veered towards his looks. She did look, more than she liked to admit, at his form. Yeah, he was tall, with broad shoulders and he was probably ripped underneath those t-shirts he always wore. But so were a lot of guys. Kurosaki simply wasn't her type. And looks aside, his personality left much to be desired. He was always grumpy. He never smiled at anyone. Not even Chad and Uryu, who were friends with him since high school. He was rough and impolite, and hardly listened to a thing anyone said. She wondered why people liked him at all.

That morning, she braced herself as she walked through the station and up the stairs to the homicide precinct. She was late. She was usually the first one to get in each morning. She liked the quiet before the day became chaotic with criminals and paperwork. She especially needed those few minutes now that Kurosaki had decided to annoy the life out of her.
But today was court day. There was a 7-year-old boy who was the only witness to a gruesome murder, and he had agreed to testify. Rukia had stopped by his house to make sure that the armed officers were there to escort him and his mother to the courthouse; and to assure him that she would be there the whole time. She worried about the boy. He was so small, and yet so brave. She wondered if she would've have been that brave at his age. The thought quicky left her head as she pushed the door to her precinct opened. There, she saw Kurosaki at his desk, wearing black pants, a white button-down with no tie, and shiny black shoes. His unruly hair was somewhat brushed back.
She stared. He too, stared at her, no doubt thinking of something snide to say about her appearance. She wore a black, sleeveless dress that fell to her knees, with her badge hooked onto the thin belt at her waist. It was nothing special, just her court dress.
'Why are you dressed like that?' she asked warily…there was no way…
He shrugged, 'Kisuke said something about court.'
No, absolutely not!
She turned to march to the captain's office, but he was already behind her.
'I am not taking him with me!' she asserted, her voice hard as nails.
'Come now, Rukia, why not?' he said in that languid way of his.
'Because I might kill him, and then the next time I go to court would be for my own trial.'
'Look, Uryu and Chad have finally got a lead on that serial clown killer case. He's the only one available to go with you. And he's already dressed for it. Look how handsome he is.' The captained grinned.
Rukia rolled her eyes. 'I can go by myself,' she bit out.
'No can do, kiddo,' Urahara replied, 'Everyone needs back up now and then.'
Rukia held in a frustrated scream as Urahara walked away.
Fine. Fucking fine.
Rukia looked her the thin watch on her wrist. 9.15am. They needed to leave by 9.45 to make to the courthouse before 10.30.
She looked at him again. He leaned back in his chair, and smirked at her.
Idiot.
She walked to her desk and picked up the case file for today's trial. She slapped the file on his desk and said curtly, 'You better find a tie before we leave.'

Ichigo followed Kuchiki wordlessly, watching the way her dress moved gracefully around her toned legs. When she walked into the precinct that morning, he was caught off guard by her appearance. Kuchiki's usual garb consisted of loose pants, usually black, black boots with a small heel, and button-down shirts. Her hair was always tied in a knot at the nape of her neck, save for a few errant strands that framed her face. That, together with her attitude, gave off a decidedly tomboy vibe.
But today she looked different. The dress she wore showed off her small waist, otherwise hidden by those shirts she always wore. She wore black heels with a pointed front, the thin heels making her taller than those boots did. Her hair was loose, falling past her shoulders, getting lost in the black of the dress.
She looked…nice…better than nice. But he would never tell her that. He much preferred to make a comment that would rile her up.
'So,' he started as he jumped into the passenger seat of her car. 'Do you always dress like an undertaker when you go to court?'
She rolled her eyes, as she started the car, small hands resting on the bottom of the steering wheel.
'Ugh, this coming from someone with that hair? You could have at least let that ridiculous colour grow out before you came back.'
'This is my natural hair colour, midget.'
She burst out laughing. She didn't even react to him calling her 'midget.'
'Oh my, God, that's your real hair? That's better that any insult I could come up with,' she said between laughs.
'Just drive. Or can you not see over the dash?'
Her laughter died down immediately. She turned to him; eyes narrowed. Then her eyes went up to his hair and she burst into laughter all over again.
Dammit.

The ride to the court house was short, but Ichigo noticed every time they stopped and a red light, Kuchiki's gaze slid to his hair. She would giggle like a schoolgirl, then bite her lip to stop from laughing out loud. He would have thought it was cute, if she wasn't the most annoying woman he'd ever met. When they arrived at the court house, Ichigo jumped off as soon as Kuchiki parked the car, not even waiting until she switched the engine off. Kuchiki stayed in the driver's seat for a bit. Ichigo looked through window to see her applying lipstick. He would have thought it was hot, if she wasn't the most annoying woman…
He walked toward the building; he didn't have to wait for her while she dolled up.
'Hey, Ichigo!'
He heard from across the parking lot. He turned toward the familiar voice.
'Mizuiro!'
'It's been a while,' Mizuiro said, coming to stand walk alongside him.
'Yeah, I was away,' replied Ichigo, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He and Mizuiro had been friends in high school, but they sort of drifted apart as the years went by, only seeing each other by chance. Last Ichigo had heard, Mizuiro was a hotshot lawyer at an international firm.
'Hello, Kojima,' said Kuchiki coming up behind them. Ichigo watched as Mizuiro's face split in two as he smiled at her.
'Rukia, beautiful as always,' Mizuiro said, dipping his head slightly. Ichigo scoffed. So, the lipstick-red, Ichigo noticed-was for a purpose, it seemed. It surprised him that they knew each other. Detectives and corporate lawyers rarely crossed paths. Maybe Uryu and Chad had something to do with it.
'Ignore him,' she said, 'He's just-I thought I told you to find a tie!'
In truth, Ichigo had a tie in his car and had planned on putting it on before leaving the station. But he thought it would be more fun to piss her off, so he left it behind intentionally.
Ichigo shrugged, 'Didn't want to.'
Rukia huffed and stomped up the stairs to the entrance, mumbling to herself as she went.
Definitely, more fun.