Decided to try my hand at another one-sided romance ;-p
Kon refers to Rukia as "nee-san," which literally means "older sister."

Review if you like. No flames, please.

AI NO KANSHOKU
Kon & Rukia

Aside from the liberties he was always free to take whenever he inhabited Ichigo's body, the only other thing that Kon really liked about it was just one:

He was tall.

Granted, Ichigo was not a giant, but Kon would have felt misplaced in a body as small and soft as Ichigo's sister Yuzu, and vice versa in a body like Chad's. Spending much of your life close to the ground as either a pill or a stuffed animal will do that to you.

But currently, he was not thinking about being tall or being a kaizou konpaku; he was currently using those famous legs of his to whisk Rukia away from a Hollow fight. She had been knocked unconscious when her head forcefully smashed into a telephone pole, and it was bleeding slightly. However, Ichigo was determined for her to not sustain any further injuries, and so was using Kon as his transportation vehicle to get her home.

He looked down. Rukia was perfect in his arms, just perfect.

No – not his arms – Ichigo's arms.

Arriving home took little time, and he climbed in through the window and laid Rukia on Ichigo's bed. The human adrenaline of his blood kept him from sitting still, pacing all around the room and finally settling on one of Ichigo's shirts to stem Rukia's head wound. He covered her with a blanket and cleaned up any scrapes that still showed.

"Okay, I remember…first wipe away the blood, and then put on that band-aid thing Ichigo used to talk about…or did he say not to?" Kon mused to himself. "Maybe I should let it dry off first, or something? Gah!" he mussed his hair in frustration "You know what, nee-san, I'll just leave it, in case I accidentally butcher your forehead or something; Ichigo will know what to do when he gets here…"

After all of this was decided, there was absolutely nothing else to do.

Kon let out a heavy sigh. Now, had this been anyone else, he would've gone off jumping buildings again with his super legs. But this was Rukia-nee-san. He couldn't leave her. Not only would Ichigo kill him if he left her alone, if she woke up, Kon wanted himself to be the first person that his Rukia-nee-san would see.

So, with that in mind, Kon pulled up Ichigo's chair to sit next to the bed and watch her. Nobody else was home and the house was entirely quiet; the only movement came from the occasional breeze that drifted through the window.

Rukia's eyes were shut lightly as she breathed through a slightly parted mouth; with the line of her dark lashes gently pressed together against pale skin, Kon thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight.

Nee-san was perfect. She wasn't like Inoue Orihime, with her huge breasts and bubbly personality, but nee-san was perfect in her own way. She was most beautiful when she was headstrong, in the same sense of how a wild animal will die when held too long in captivity. You can't restrain a passion for life.

Even so, though, too much of free spirit could be a turnoff after a while; however, what kept Kon convinced of her perfection was the surprisingly sweet side that occasionally surfaced in a situation, from time to time. Like that time with Ichigo's mother and the Hollow that had murdered her – nee-san hadn't pried and had basically said it was all right for Ichigo to keep his own secrets…but later on, Kon knew Ichigo noticed how her eyes glimmered at the mention of the loss of a dearly beloved person. The reason was lost, the implication not.

It was in these times that Kon felt nee-san understood more of the world than she let on, that maybe she was acting her true age for once – that maybe, unlike all the rest, Rukia-nee-san could understand.

In Ichigo's body, Kon sighed. He'd turned the chair around so that his chin was leaning on the backrest, waiting for Ichigo to get back and oust him back into his plush form. It was a rare thing that he was with nee-san, alone, while not as a stuffed animal. It should have felt monumental, in a way, as most rare occurrences are made out to be…but all that Kon felt was a deep, easy peace, as birds chirped outside the window and his nee-san slept at his side.

Suddenly Rukia's brow wrinkled just slightly.

"Nnn…" she breathed out, twisting her head to the side, "…ahh…"

"Nee-san?" Kon whispered softly, coming at once to her side and off the chair. "Are you okay?"

"…Ichi…Ichigo…" Rukia's brow furrowed once more. "…Ichi…"

Kon realized it.

What did Ichigo do when Rukia had nightmares?

"…hey, it's okay…" he said softly, hesitantly smoothing the hair back from her forehead. "It's okay, nee-san…I mean, Ru – Rukia…" And as his hand left her forehead, his head gently bent down over hers, hesitating. But with a steel of his nerve, Kon placed the gentlest of kisses to Rukia's lips as some nightmare about Ichigo plagued her dreams.

She calmed immediately, as she always did when Ichigo did that.

Kon had an unreadable look in Ichigo's eyes as he retreated back to the chair, where he would wait for another seven minutes before Ichigo finally appeared through the window.

"Kon! How's Rukia?"

"Nee-san's fine," he said, subdued. "She's just fine."

"All right, good. I'll take my body back now," Ichigo said, and Kon complied without a word. He didn't feel like arguing…and besides, Ichigo was in no mood for games. As Ichigo's shinigami self melted back into his true body, the pill popped into his mouth.

Ichigo had enough courtesy to at least put it back in the stuffed animal before turning to Rukia.

And Kon watched him wake her up, disbelieving that those same hands that could kill with such ferocity could be so gentle, checking her head, making sure she wasn't hurt anywhere else. It was a good thing that dizziness blurred Rukia's normally sharp eyesight, for nothing would have been able to hide the raw worry and fear that had fast overtaken the scowl usually on Ichigo's face.

She hadn't even felt Kon touch her in the depths of her dreams…had not felt the kiss, for certain. Rukia hadn't felt it, and perhaps it was better that way.

"Are you sure you're okay, Rukia?" Ichigo asked, after his apprehension was finally checked. Kon watched from the floor, not moving at all.

"Yes, I'm fine. It's only my…my head."

"You need ice?"

"No. It's fine."

"A bandage?"

"No, it's okay. Thank you…Ichigo."

And as he tired of their common conversation, when everything was really being said in how his hands continued to hold her, Kon climbed into the closet and shut the door.

owari