FafaCute - Yeah, Rukia will marry Ichigo seeing that she has no choice whatsoever. With the interview that rejected her, she really has no choice. :3 We will have to see who would fall for who as even I have no idea about it. XD I am sure that she would encounter many guys better than Ichigo at this stage, that is. XD Thank You for liking my chapters up until now and I hope too would like this Chapter as well! .

reesen555 - I cannot wait for them to meet as well! It will be soon enough judging by my chapters. XD You won't have long to wait. :D I even cried a few times at 'I am your slave wife's. Man, the sufferings that Rukia had gone through is atrocious and Ichigo's a jerk in the beginning of that story. Which reminds me... Okay, no spoilers! XD

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or its characters.

Today was the day that Rukia was supposed to meet Isshin, discussing the finer arrangements of the so-called 'Arranged Marriage'.

Waking up with a migraine, Rukia reminded herself that she was scheduled for an afternoon tea with Isshin. Looking at her closet, Rukia pondered what do people wear for afternoon tea: A business suit? A frilly dress? Rukia could have asked Ino for opinions seeing that Ino knew fashion more than she does but asking Ino would entail Rukia explaining who she was gonna meet for afternoon tea, out of all timings. Knowing that was a whole other problem and also not wanting to be late with a billionaire who oh so conveniently held her Fate, Rukia changed into her jeans-and-blouse attire before stepping out of the house.

After asking her best friend on the internet, Google, on what the hell was an afternoon tea and the location Isshin had requested to meet, Rukia immediately regretted her choice of clothes. Of course, Isshin Kurosaki was a billionaire who built Kurosaki Enterprise from scratch. Why did she assume that the place he chose was something of a 'Commoner' place? Knowing there was no backing out now, she walked in the tall building that was pressurizing her mentally and physically. Before she could step into the building, a concierge ran out from behind his desk and put a hand up, stopping her. "Uh..."

"Hi." Rukia shifted her foot uneasily. Why had she agreed to the proposal again? "I'm here for tea." The concierge raised an eyebrow and Rukia took a deep breath. "I'm meeting Isshin Kurosaki."

"Oh!" The concierge nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Please follow me."

Isshin couldn't believe his luck. Not only did he find the 'Solution' to a deeply-worrying problem, the 'Solution' had agreed. Isshin knew he should have been worried how fast Rukia was agreeing to this but he knew Rukia was different from any other woman in the world that would die to be in Rukia's shoes. A bright smile was on Isshin's lips as he patiently waited for Rukia. Being the person who built Kurosaki Enterprise from scratch, Isshin was used to seeing the ugly side of people. That was also precisely the reason why he wanted Rukia to be Ichigo's wife. Interacting with Rukia had him double-confirming that his instincts were right. He knew, in the back of his mind, that Rukia was what Ichigo needed. Looking up and noticing his guest for the day approaching, Isshin stood up and gave Rukia a wave, eager to start the arrangements and excited to see what Rukia would do to change Ichigo's life.

As Rukia saw Isshin, she nodded and gazed back at the concierge. "Thanks for your help."

"Take a seat." The moment Rukia sat in a plush chair across from Isshin, she pondered whether this kind of chair was available in a furniture store because she was so buying it. "Thanks for joining me."

"Thank You for inviting me." Focusing her attention back on Isshin and the reason why she was here in the first place, Rukia gazed at her surroundings in wonder and glee. "This place is incredible."

"This?" Isshin gestured to his surroundings, bringing Rukia's attention back onto him as he shrugged. "It's nothing." Instantly at the next moment, Isshin smiled. "It is something you will get used to."

Rukia shook her head. "I really don't think I could."

"Believe me." Rukia's attention was focused solely on Isshin now. "The glitz and the glimmer wear off. There are only so many bottles of champagne you can buy before you realize you have no one you like to share them with. But, that's why you are here."

Logically, it would have steered Rukia into the conversation of the arrangements if she listened carefully. Yet, she simply tilted her head. "You drink champagnes in the afternoon?"

Really, Isshin would have chuckled if the waiter hadn't came to get their orders. "Kurosaki-sama, the usual?"

"Yes, please." With that, the waiter disappeared and Rukia noticed Isshin being silent. In that instant, she knew that this proposal was really happening and it wasn't an awful dream. "Rukia." She gazed up Isshin. "What you might not know about my son, Ichigo, is that he has been through a lot. Growing up with me as a Father isn't easy. There's a lot of pressure. And pressure in smaller confinements..."

"It explodes?"

Isshin nodded. "Exactly. Ichigo's been all over the place lately. And, I think you..." Isshin took a deep breath, reminding Rukia of the day that she saw Isshin outside the hospital. "You have the ability to ground him. To remind him of what's important. That's what I'm proposing."

Rukia took a deep breath. "So, I marry your son, and you make sure my Dad's health... His medical bills..."

"Everything will be covered. So long as you assure me our deal, our arrangement, will never be told to anybody else. Nobody can know why you are doing what you are doing. Not your family. Not your friends. And not Ichigo, not my son."

The next moment, Rukia saw a contract placed in front of her. She gazed at Isshin uneasily but at the very next moment, Ukitake's face flashed through her mind. Her beloved Dad who's life was at stake and she had the ability, the means to save her Dad. Taking the pen that was next to the contract, she closed her eyes for a mere moment before opening her eyes and signing her name on the contract. Placing the pen down next, she took a sip of the tea, wanting to calm herself down of how she just literally sealed her own Fate.