A/N: Okay, this hasn't been updated in forever. It is March, I haven't updated since January. I suck. I guess I was too into These Days, but I haven't updated that in awhile, so… And sorry. No proof reading once again. Anyways, this chapter takes place in a short period of time. It's named after "Trip," by Hedley. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Never in my wildest dreams.
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Chapter 6: Trip
He was buttoning his black vest over his bright purple dress shirt, while he stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom. He took a glance at his watch and grunted. He was already on his way for not being on time and it was not the right occasion to be fashionably late.
Then, he heard a gasp from his door and looked up to the mirror to see the reflection of the intruder. "I knew it! You really are a gigolo!" she said crossing her arms over her chest with a smirk. "And by the looks of it, you might be a gay one…"
He glared at the raven haired woman through the mirror. He then looked down at his outfit. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" he said with attitude before he looked back in the mirror at himself.
She then walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder as she stared with him into the mirror. "When did I ever say anything about your outfit?" she said with a smile and a raised eyebrow.
She heard a growl coming from deep down in his throat and chuckled. She then turned him towards her with the hand she had placed on his shoulder. She looked down at his almost buttoned up vest and shook her head as she began to unbutton it. "You cannot pull off this outfit and with these colors, no less."
He raised an eyebrow at her unbuttoning his vest. A lot had changed in a few months. There was no way she would be standing there taking off his clothes three months ago. Well, she wasn't necessarily taking off his clothes. It wasn't like he was stripping off everything, but still.
Ever since the charity event they had become more content with each other. She took a step closer to him that day when she asked if she could help. It was then that Ichigo realized she had given him another chance. The next day, Ichigo went to give Rukia a gift that one of the kids she read to, made for her. When he got to her house, she was in the middle of trying to fix the sink in her kitchen, which she had successfully flooded the floor in her attempt. After prying the wrench out of her grasp, he took over. Ever since then, they had been hanging around each other as if they always had been.
Rukia was on the second to last button when she glanced up at a staring orange headed man. "What are you staring at, Kurosaki?" she said with a raised eyebrow.
"I can undress myself, you know," he commented with a smile almost escaping.
She suddenly felt a tinge of embarrassment from her act. She swallowed before replying quickly in order to show her awkward feeling. "Well I wasn't sure, considering you obviously can't dress yourself," she said letting go of the vest and turning towards the closet.
"Did you seriously come here just to insult me?" he asked with a glare as he watched her disappear into his walk-in closet.
"Although that does sound like fun," he heard her yell from inside before she showed herself holding a blue button down shirt with black stripes. "I actually came here for this exact reason."
"What?" he asked in confusion as he threw his vest on the floor and she approached him with the newly acquired shirt.
"You're going on Orihime's show tonight. She interviews all the big stars now. If you go on there looking like… that, you can kiss your goal of being "Sexiest Man Alive" goodbye." Orihime had moved quickly through the ranks and for the past month and a half, she had been given her own interviewing show that airs once a week. Not only is it at prime time, but it is live.
"So you think I have a chance, huh?" he said with a smirk.
She glared, "You know what? I should have just let you go on live television looking like that. It would have given me a nice hard laugh," she said bitterly.
He took a step closer and pinched her cheek lightly. "Aw, you're so cute when you're bitter," he said in a mock tone.
She shoved his arm away and pegged the shirt at his face. "Put it on and shut up."
He chuckled as he unbuttoned his purple shirt revealing his chiseled chest. Rukia's eyes settled on his toned skin and watched as more and more of it was exposed as he continued to unbutton in what seemed like slow motion. Then she saw the scar located just around where is heart was. It suddenly hit her how she was staring, so she turned away quickly.
"So, you do realize you are going to be late if you don't leave in about three minutes, right?" she said as she went to stare at pictures on a dresser. There was one of Chad, Ichigo and Uryuu standing next to each other smiling with their arms around each other's shoulders. Another was of Orihime waving, while Tatsuki had her arm wrapped around Orihime's neck loosely and rested her chin on the waving girl's shoulder from behind. Then, there was one of the Kurosaki family; the entire Kurosaki family; Ichigo, Isshin, Yuzu, Karin, Kaien and Masaki. They all looked so young and happy in the picture. It triggered a sad smile from Rukia.
"Yeah, I know. Tie or no tie?" he questioned as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"No tie," she replied without looking. She then saw the last picture on the dresser. She bit her lip at the sight of it. Rukia remembered exactly when it was taken. The two of them were in her room and he was lying on her bed waiting for her to get over her urge to get something on paper. She was sitting at her desk in front of a window with her pen held lightly under chin as she thought. He had called her name and when she turned to look at him he had snapped the picture. Her head was slightly tilted to the side with the pen still held lightly under her chin. Her hair was pinned up in a loose bun with strands framing her face and her lips revealed a smile that began to approach the surface.
Rukia was still stunned to see this picture as she reached out to touch it, but Ichigo's voice penetrated her thoughts.
"God, I got to go. Any advice?" he said turning around to face her.
She blinked a few times before registering what he said. She then smiled sincerely. "Be honest. If you lie, it'll most likely be found out. And when people find out that someone they love lies to them, they lose faith in them."
Ichigo took her words to heart and nodded in understanding. He then walked out of the door, leaving Rukia to stare at her picture again. Suddenly, she felt arms wrap around her before she could see anyone. "Thanks for coming to my rescue," he said softly into her ear before pulling away.
She blinked a few times and turned to watch him fly out of the room.
Rukia flopped down on her couch and turned on the television. She had a water bottle in her hand as her cell phone on the coffee table buzzed. She leaned over and picked it up. There was a text message from Rangiku. "Ready to watch your sexy musician?"
"Fuck off. I'm just hoping he doesn't make an ass out of himself," Rukia texted back.
Ten seconds later she got another message, "Aren't you the caring girlfriend…"
Then, the music of the show kicked on with the title appearing on the screen, The Secret's In The Telling. Rukia texted back, "Shut up. It's on."
Orihime appeared sitting down in a chair next to Ichigo on a couch. "Welcome back to The Secret's In The Telling! Tonight I'll be interviewing heartthrob, Ichigo Kurosaki." This made Ichigo smirk as he looked down to his lap and then back up.
"So, Ichigo. Let's get right into this. Shall we?"
"Sure. Bring it on," he said with a soft smile.
"Okay, so let's start where you grew up."
"I grew up in a place called Karakura Town. It's… well, you can't really say it's calm. You might think that if you just walked in and looked around, but it always had something going on. Everyone might not be able to really see that though."
Orihime nodded, "So why don't you tell us who exactly you grew up with? Most people probably have no idea the connections you have."
Ichigo smirked. "Well who should I begin with, Orihime? Maybe I should start with saying I've known you since we were thirteen." He turned to face the camera, "And she's always loved mixing the strangest foods together."
"Hey! Everyone loves it when I cook!" Orihime said in defense. Ichigo turned back to the camera, "Yes. Yes, we do," he said in a fake tone that he knew Orihime would be oblivious to.
This caused Rukia to laugh... hard. Everyone felt the same way about Orihime's cooking and that was the closest it had gotten for the truth to get out to Orihime herself.
"Anyways, tell us who else you grew up with," Orihime said getting back on topic.
"Silver medal winner Sado Yasutora. We call him Chad. He's always been this big, strong guy, but one of the most gentle guys I've ever met. He has a soft spot for birds," he added for amusement.
"Also, Best Actor, Uryuu Ishida, who I compete with in anything; small challenges, whether it's betting, video games, sports; anything. He's a great guy. And I think you know that, Orihime," he said with a wink. She began to blush, but he kept going. "He also loves to sew," he added with a smirk. He would probably hear shit later for saying that.
"You just booked an ass kicking for that one," Rukia said out loud thinking of the furious Uryuu at the moment.
"The boxer, Tatsuki Arisawa is another great friend. Everyone knows you don't mess with her otherwise she'll kick your ass, but she'll have your back in a second. She's a really good person. She kicked my ass everytime when we took karate together." He chuckled. "I guess you could say that Karakura Town let's out a lot of talent."
Orihime smiled. "I guess you could. But isn't there anyone else?"
He squinted with a small smile as he pretended to think. "No… No I don't think so…"
"Would you like me to help you out?" Orihime said, knowing he was fooling around.
He sighed and leaned back into the couch, "I also grew up with Rukia Kuchiki."
Rukia felt her stomach fly up into her chest. She knew that she would be a big topic in the interview, but it still bothered her. Everything between them was just too… sensitive.
"Oh really?" Orihime said in an interested tone.
"Oh don't act like it's a surprise," he said with a smile. "You're pratically her sister."
"I have no idea what you are talking about, Mr. Kurosaki. My job is to interview you in order to let the public know who you really are," she said in a professional tone with a smile trying to break through.
"Yeah, yeah," he said with a smile.
"So… are you going to tell us something about her? You gave us a bit about each person so far."
He blew out some air, "What can I really say? I've known her since I was about eight. We were best friends up until we were sixteen. We dated for three years and then drifted. A few months ago we met up again."
'Wow. Way to go through thirteen years of our life in like eight seconds,' Rukia thought almost irritatedly.
"Well, that's a start. Tell us some things about the most adored author ever."
"I don't know if I have a right. I mean, we just started talking only three months ago. For two years we didn't talk."
"But that was only two years compared to nine. How much can really change? You still have more of a right than anyone. She'd even say that," Orihime convinced him. He sighed. "So tell us some things that people might not know about the young author."
He sat there thinking and then an evil smirked appeared on his face. "Well I'd be glad to!" he said in a frighteningly happy tone.
"Oh god no!" she yelled jumping to the edge of the couch.
"She has this addiction to Chappy the Rabbit and I don't think that will ever change. Despite the elegant Kuchiki appearance, she knows how to not take shit from anyone. And I have scars to prove that," he added with a chuckle. "I called her a midget once when she was in a bad mood and she threw a stapler at me."
"Remind me to throw another one at you!" she yelled with clenched fists.
"She hates people that kiss her ass. She grew up with money and hated it when people treated her like she was above them. She gave charity every chance she could and even though she puts up this hard demanor, she has one of the biggest hearts in the world."
Rukia relaxed as she began to slouch back into the couch. She felt her skin tingle from how sincere he sounded.
Orihime smiled, "Many people have emailed me asking what you think about her writing. Do you read her books?"
He answered calmly, "Of course. I always read her writing back then. She's a great writer. If you're not reading them, you're missing out. I mean a lot of it is romance and stuff, but if you can get a guy like me to get teary eyed, you've got talent. Besides, her writing isn't completely fiction. Whether she admits it or not, there are some true situations in those novels. And I would know."
Rukia exhaled a great amount and leaned back. "Yeah you would."
Orihime raised an eyebrow. "There is? I didn't know that. Like what?"
Ichigo leaned forward as if telling her a secret, yet he knew it didn't matter. "Remember in her first novel, when the guy, who is a lifeguard, ran into the restaurant the girl worked at? The whole scene with him getting jealous because she was going out with another guy?" Orihime nodded.
"Yeah, that was when we were sixteen and I was completely pissed about her saying she was going to Homecoming with this asshole. She read right through me," he said looking towards the floor as if remembering it. A smile slowly made its away across his lips. He then looked back up to the host. "That is one of the many non-fictional scenes."
"I didn't even know this. That's really interesting," Orihime said with surprise. "It seems like you care about her a lot," she said softly.
"Yeah," he said quietly as he looked down to his lap for a brief moment.
"But I have to ask the question everyone wants the answer to," Orihime said in a tone knowing the answer. "Are you and Rukia seeing each other?"
He paused for a moment and then looked straight into Orihime's eyes. "What does that really mean anyway? 'Are we seeing each other?' I see her all the time. He hang out."
"Ichigo. You know what that means," Orihime said in an almost saddened tone.
There was another long pause before Ichigo spoke with a sadness in his eyes that only few would see. "We're only friends."
Orihime looked into his amber eyes and felt sorry for him. She didn't know exactly how he felt anymore, but right then at that moment, she felt like she could see it all. She caught herself quickly, "Alright, so we're going to go on a quick break and be back with more about his family. If you're watching, send in some questions and we'll ask him for! Stay tuned!"
Rukia took a deep breath. "Well that should put the public straight." She leaned her head back and looked up at the ceiling. 'Why did that feel so difficult though?'
A buzz was heard from her cell on the coffeetable. "Bet you're glad about everything being straightened out," the message read from Momo.
Rukia didn't even bother to reply. This whole interview put stress on her. Not because it was of Ichigo. She was fine with that. It was the fact that it would be digging into his past, and she knew that she was a big part of that. And that past was not always a happy one. She just hoped that the rest would be fine.
"Welcome back! Ichigo Kurosaki is here with me tonight and we're going to talk about family now," Orihime chimed in on the television.
"I have twin sisters, Karin and Yuzu, who are five years younger than me. They are kind of complete opposites. Karin is sporty and she's laid back. Yuzu loves to cook and is more of the worrier. And my father is what I would call a madman," he said with all seriousness.
"Why would you say that?" Orihime asked.
"He's crazy. What else do you need to know?" he asked seriously. He then sighed and smirked. "He's juvenile and acts more like the child than the parent. But, when we need him to be, he's there… and surprisingly serious."
"What about your brother?" Orihime continued.
"Kaien. Most people know him as the high class lawyer for all the celebrities out there. He's about two years older than me. He kinda lives a care free life, he's always looking out for me. He's a great guy."
"He's representing Miss Kuchiki for her trial next week. What do you think about that?"
Ichigo shrugged. "I think he's going to win the case." He didn't have much to add to that. That was yet another awkward subject that he wanted to get away from.
"And before you ask, my mother died many years ago," he said in a way like ripping off a band-aid.
Orihime already knew these answers, yet she knew she had to ask them. She would apologize later. "How old were you when it happened?" she asked in a soft tone.
"I was nine. She- uh, was bringing me home from karate when we were… stopped." He found it hard to look at Orihime when he talked.
"You don't have to-" Orihime said, but was cut off.
"It's fine," he said quickly looking into her yes. "A man came up and started making advances at my mother. She tried to push him off, but he was too strong. I eventually screamed as loud as possible and ran at him. I slammed my fists as hard as possible. I mean, what else can a little boy do, right? He swung his hand, which was holding a knife and sliced me right here," he said pointing to his chest where he traced the scar over his shirt. "I remember screaming in pain, but my mother's screams were even more painful to me." He clenched his fists as he talked. "I was somehow able to get up again," he was starting to get emotional and his story was feeling more intense as he spoke.
"I bit him as hard as I could. I heard him cry out, but before I could get another bite in, he swung and hit my with the hilt of the knife. He hit my right in the temple. I hit the pavement and…" he looked back up at Orihime. "I blacked out."
He took a deep breath. "When I woke up, I, uh, saw the blurriness of the flashing lights from the ambulance. I was lying down and a woman was asking me my name, but I started to make out my mother being carried towards the ambulance on a stretcher. I don't know how I got up, but I did. I ran to her… and when I got there… oh god," he turned his head away and closed his eyes. Everything was so vivid for him. He swallowed as hard as he could.
"There was… so much blood... It was everywhere. I grabbed her hand and yelled for her over and over until finally her eyes opened slowly and she said, "Ichigo, why aren't you smiling? Smile for me," and then… she died. They rushed her off into the ambulance, but I knew it was pointless. She lost too much blood and she didn't even know what was going on when I held her hand as she said her last words." His eyes were watery and his voice was shaky.
"Ichigo…" Rukia said softly with tears in her eyes. She didn't know why he had told that story. He had only told it twice. Once to his father and the police. And the second to her, but that was well after the fact when they were seveteen. His friends only knew parts of it from the family and her. Now the world knew of that heartbreaking story and she just hoped that the world wouldn't abuse it.
Ichigo took a deep breath. "Wow," he gave a single chuckle. "Didn't expect to do that," he said before clearing his throat. "So, uh, what else do we have to do?" he said in a tired tone.
Orihime blinked away the tears, "Some fans have some questions for you."
"Alright, bring it on," he said trying to get back into a happy mood.
Orihime hesitated, but then read from a paper she had in front of her. "How do you get your hair to be that color and how do you get it so crazy looking?"
He chuckled, "I knew this question would come up. My hair is completely natural. What you see is what you get. I was born with these orange locks and there is no dye whatsoever. Next question."
"You said that Orihime made strange food. What was the strangest meal she ever made you?" Orihime read with a somewhat insulted tone, but she still smiled.
Ichigo laughed, "Oh god. Um, I'm just gonna say: Tuna fish and red bean paste. Next question."
"You said you liked it!" Orihime said in defense.
He laughed and scratched the back of his neck, "Next question?"
Orihime sighed, "Have you ever written a song about someone? If so, which song and who?"
He gave a soft smile, "Yes. I wrote the song, "Run To You" for… Rukia. Next question!" he said finishing with a nervous laugh.
"And last question because we're about to run out of time, "Just because you aren't dating, doesn't mean you don't have feelings for each other. You dated a few years ago, is it possible those feelings still exist?"
Ichigo sat there for a minute. He then chuckled and rubbed that back of his neck again. "Well don't I have some intuitive fans." He paused again as he thought. And then her words came into his head, "Be honest. If you lie, it'll most likely be found out. And when people find out that someone they love lies to them, they lose faith in them." He then took a deep breath and smiled softly, "Yeah, I do have feelings for her."
Orihime felt her heart melt. She smiled, "And that's all the time we have for tonight. Thank you for watching The Secret's In The Telling, and they most certainly were tonight. See you next time!"
Rukia sat there. She was stunned; literally stunned. 'How am I supposed to respond to that?' she thought. 'What am I supposed to do? Wasn't it clear that we are just friends? I haven't given him any signals.' She then bowed her head down to her lap and rubbed her temples. 'How am I supposed to tell him I don't feel the same after an interview like that? I'm going to end up looking like this ice cold bitch!' She let out a growl. "Damn it. Ichigo!"
Then, her house phone started to ring. She moaned knowing anyone who had her number would be calling right now. She refused to get up though and instead, continued to rub her temples. Then, her cell phone went off. "Ah!" she yelled before roughly grabbing the phone. "What?!" she yelled into the phone.
"That had to be the most intense interview I have ever seen," Momo said with awe.
"This is no time for praise, Momo," Rukia whined as she buried her face into a couch pillow.
"Why is this such a bad thing, really?" Momo replied innocently. Mumbling was heard in response. "What was that?"
Rukia picked her head out of the pillow realizing she was still suffocating herself, "I said, because there is too much history. We just started being friends! What is wrong with being friends? I love friends! They're never complicated!" she continued to whine.
"Well what are you going to do?"
"I don't know!" Rukia said banging her head against the back of the couch.
There was a sigh on Momo's side of the phone. "I have to go. My agent scheduled a meeting and I'm twenty minutes late because I wanted to see the show."
"Fine, fine. Go. I'll just be here… planning out my death."
"Try not to make it too painful then," Momo said in jest.
"Oh, but the more painful the better!" Rukia said back.
"Bye!" Momo chuckled and then hung up.
As soon as she hung up, her phone rang again. "Not now Rangiku," Rukia said knowing how her friend was.
"Your sexy musician declared his love for you on national television!" the strawberry blonde yelled into the phone in a high pitched tone. Apparently Rukia's warning didn't work.
"He did not declare his love! And he is not my sexy musician!" she yelled back.
"But you admit he's sexy…" Rangiku smirked on the other side of the phone.
Rukia's nostrils flared. "Alright you know what? You're right. He's sexy! Is that what you want to hear? Is that what everyone wants to hear?!"
"Woa! Calm down, Kuchiki. You're getting out of hand. I'm just playing with you. Does it bother you that much that he likes you more than a friend?"
"Yes! Yes it does! And I want the god damn phones to stop ringing!" she yelled more at the house phone than she did at her friend. There was silence on the other side of the phone. Rukia sighed. "I'm sorry, Rangiku. I'm just," she rubbed her forehead, "I'm stressing out a little. The press is going to eat me alive."
"I know, hun. Just remember we're all here for you."
"Yeah, I know. I'm gonna go now and… I don't know. Take a bath or something," Rukia replied.
"Okay. Call if you need anything."
"Yeah, okay. Bye." Rukia sighed and made her way to her bathtub while the house phone continued to play its song.
The bath helped a lot. She was soaking in it for an hour and now she was sitting at her laptop in an attempt to write. She tapped her fingers on the keys lightly as to not press it completely. Then she sighed and pulled herself away. "I need a drink," she said to herself as she made her way to the kitchen. When she got there the house phone rang yet again, but this time she picked up. "I refuse to talk to anyone!" she yelled before hanging up. She then pressed the talk button and left it that way as to avoid any more calls.
She looked through the fridge. "Wine, wine, wine, wine, beer!" she said finally finding what she wanted. She popped it open and took a nice long chug. After downing half the bottle, she stopped and took a deep breath.
Her cell phone then rang and at the same time her doorbell rang. She answered her phone and made her way to the front door. "Hello?" she said in a tired voice.
Some say love is not for sinners
I believe that isn't true
'Cause when I was finished sinning
love came down and showed me you
"Hey," she heard in return. Her back straightened at the sound of his voice.
She bit her lip and then spoke quickly. "I can't talk right now," she said and then hung up. She continued to go towards the front door after hearing the doorbell ring again.
She looked through the window to the side of the door and into dark. She didn't see a mob of people or flashing lights, so she knew she was in the clear. So she then opened the door.
And you told me how to get there
so I tried to find a way.
Then I ran into your garden
But I tripped out the gate
But I tripped out the gate.
"You really do refuse to talk to anyone, huh?" he said with his hands in his jean pockets.
Her mouth hung ajar due to the unexpected and she shivered. The air was cold even though it was approaching spring. Their breath could be seen in the dark air. She hesitated, but then spoke. "What are you doing here?"
"That's a pretty dumb question, don't you think?" he said with his face neutral.
What are you doing to me?
I'm so into you
And the hardest part is knowing
That I'll never follow through
You're slowly killing me
And I wish it wasn't true
'Cause I'm so into you
She glared. "I don't get it. I don't get it at all, Ichigo! You were the one that wanted to be friends in the first place!"
Ichigo sighed, "Can we try not to yell about this?" he asked in an exhausted tone.
"And you were the one two years ago that said you didn't love me anymore!" she yelled again.
"And obviously we can't," he mumbled as he answered himself.
"God! It took so much courage to go to that charity event three months ago! So much! I didn't want to. I knew it would end up hurting more than I thought!" she yelled talking to herself more than him.
"Rukia," he said calmly as he tried to interrupt her rant.
"I was completely fine with how everything was going. We were just friends. It felt like it used to so many years ago," she continued without stopping.
Like a ton of bricks that hit me
And woke me from this dream
No matter how hard I tried to wash my hands
I could never get 'em clean
I could never get 'em clean
"Rukia," he said a bit louder.
"We've been through so much and we were finally able to be okay with each other! Why did you have to ruin it?" she yelled again.
That hit him hard. It was as if all the air inside his body had been sucked out all at once. 'I just listened to your advice,' he thought in defense. 'But you're right. Why did I ruin it?' he frowned and then tried to interrupt her again, only this time he was successful.
"You took it the wrong way," he said strongly.
What are you doing to me?
I'm so into you
And the hardest part is knowing
That I'll never follow through
You're slowly killing me
And I wish it wasn't true
'Cause I'm so into you
She glared, "How could I have taken it the wrong way?" she said rubbing her arms due to wearing only a short sleeve shirt with a pair of sweatpants.
"Yes, I do have feelings for you. I thought that was a given. I'm always going to have feelings for the first woman I ever love. Doesn't that make sense?" he explained. "Don't you feel the same way deep down somewhere?"
She hesitated, "I… guess. But if that's what you meant, why didn't you say that?! Now they're going to think something of it!" she yelled again.
Can you hear me?
'Cause I can't change what I'll always be
"Well that's my problem. It doesn't involve you. For all they know it's a one-sided feeling because I said we weren't dating. Let me deal with it," he answered sternly.
"Ichigo-" she said before she was cut off.
What are you doing to me?
I'm so into you
And the hardest part is knowing
That I'll never follow through
You're slowly killing me
And I wish it wasn't true
'Cause I'm so into you
I'm so into you
"Don't worry about it, Kuchiki. It doesn't concern you anymore. Now get inside," he said looking away from her for a moment. He then looked back, "Its cold out here." He then turned around and picked up his helmet, which was hanging on the handles of his motorcycle. He jumped on, started it up and then road off, leaving Rukia speechless and less stressed than before. He seemed angry to her and that was her focus at the moment.
Cause I'm so into you
'If that's the way you want it, I'll lie to you, Rukia. Just don't lose faith in me in the end,' he thought as he made his way back home.
I'm so into you.
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Alright. So what happened in this chapter? We know something that happened to Ichigo. We know Ichigo is a liar. And we know Rukia almost had a coronary. Intense, maybe? Anyways. Who can tell me how I arrived with the name of Orihime's show? Anybody know? If you do, tell me. And if you get it right, I'll give you a hint of things to come next chapter. Later