Author's Notes: Requested Ichigo/Rukia.
Cowboy Up
There was nothing more amusing than seeing Rukia discover another modern day contraption, watching as she struggled to figure out reason and purpose from something totally alien to her. Leaning back against the railing watching her, he couldn't help but smile in his constrained way, arms crossed over his chest as she drifted by him, a small wave in his direction.
Today's amusement was the carousel in the mall, Rukia having seated herself astride a bucking stallion. She would have to pick that one too. No demure little mares for a shinigami. He snorted. Not that the word "demure" could be used in relation to Rukia anyway. Heh. Well, he liked it that way anyway.
"Come on already," he told her as she went by again. "It's almost time for dinner."
"Just once more," she called, not budging an inch.
He scoffed. "You said that three minutes ago."
"I'm not lying this time."
He felt an eyebrow twitch. "Fine. Once more and then we're going."
And spinning around in a world of painted horses and blurred faces, Rukia smiled.
The End.