A week later...

"Out to kill some things? Or people?" asked Rukia as Ichigo was ready to leave. A big gigantic sword wrapped in bandage slung over his shoulder. "Yeah, this type of devil called hollow. They haunt after dead souls who didn't go to heaven yet." "When will you be back?" she inquired.

Ichigo put his thinking face on, "Right now, its 4:50 pm, I think I'll be back by…6:30. Possibly…" The door slammed after Ichigo said a "See ya."

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Rukia was having a humongous headache from all this thinking. She couldn't help but worry about Ichigo. What if the devil killed him?

Of course, she knew he was a good assassinator. He didn't know it but she saw him when he killed that one devil last time. It was her first day at school and he said he needed to visit the nurse. But then he was playing hooky so she decided to follow him. "Oh my god..." was the only word that escaped her mouth after what she saw.

But still…Rukia frowned. He was good with girls too. School, and on the street, anywhere. It bugged Rukia out of her head and out of the world. It was so freakin' annoying how Ichigo was so hot! It was even more annoying how girls are always attracted to him. She always felt like she wanted to be in Ichigo's sight 24/7 so he wouldn't forget her.

She frowned even deeper as she thought of that. Why did she want his attention? Aand she was supposed to be worrying about Kaien, not Ichigo. So she decided to worry about that and rethink all those good times she had with him.

There was this one night when she woke him up because she needed milk and she was scared of her house. So, being the smart and brave one, Rukia decided to wake Kaien up so he would get milk for her. She smiled as though about all those times Kaien said he would do anything for her. But then after a while, when he didn't come back, she ran all the way to the room where she heard something. And then she saw him dead and an orange haired—

Rukia stopped herself. Thinking about him again!! She scolded herself in that annoying voice all teachers had. She sighed. Hope he's doing alright…

She looked at the black digital clock beside the sofa she was sitting on and her eyes bulged out. No. Way. It was 1:47 am already! Didn't he say he would be back by 6 something? She grumbled out loud and trudged to the clean modernized kitchen. Rukia went to the counter and helped herself to some Lindt truffles. She was on her fifth one when she heard someone fidgeting with the door.

Rukia had already gotten used to the fact that practically the whole house was made of this special kind of glass where you could see anything outside, but people can't see you from outside. So she used this to her advantage. Peek, peek. Gasp. Ichigo!

Why's he fidgeting with his own door? She opened the door for him and he almost fell right through the door. "Hi," he breathed as he put his hand on the nearby table for support. A smelly gank of bitterness and alcohol came in the house. She pinched her upper nose. "You've been drinking?!" she demanded. Ichigo grinned, "a bottle or two."

"More like 8 ½ bottles, man," came a voice from outside. It was Renji. Renji noticed her surprised look. "He killed the thing in like a few seconds…waaay faster than he had expected so we just sorta stopped by a bar. I had to drive him home since he was on the run from polices…drove too fast and crazy."

"Not crazy!" said Ichigo from the sofa. "Take care of him," said Renji. Then he paused, "or do you think you need help?"

Rukia, who still in shock, looked at Renji by the door. "I'll take care of him," she squeaked at last. Renji shrugged, "call me if you need to, the phone list is by his room."

After he left, Rukia started thinking a train again.

So…she was worried about him when he was drinking, huh? He probably got hooked up with a few girls, huh? She got so mad. Rukia picked up a black pillow and threw it violently at him.

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Ichigo wasn't as drunk as Rukia and Renji thought he was. This was just part of his normal personality. For an 18 year old, he could handle his alcohol really well. So he was in his right mind when Rukia started chucking pillows at him. And he couldn't help but think about cute she was when she was angry. "How aggressive," he said, raising his eyebrow. He watched her grow red, she was so red, he could've sworn he saw smoke coming out of her ears. She chucked a few more pillows at him.

At last, there was no more pillow to throw, and Ichigo sighed in relief. "Are you done ye—SHIT!" Rukia had disconnected the table lamp and was ready to throw that at him. Now, that woke him from his dazed, folly mood. He jumped out of the sofa and grabbed her hand. "Let go! You stupid creep!" she shouted. "Creep?! What did I ever do to you?" he yelped.

"I was worrying my ass off for you and it ended up that you was just drinkin' up in some bar, hooking up with dozens of girl!" Ichigo got this confused look his face, "what are you talking about? It was only three or four girls…and, plus, it's not my fault if you worry about me!" Rukia gasped and punched his stomach, where he always had these mysterious rib pains. Ichigo let go and staggered back, face twisted in agony. Rukia put the lamp down gently and slumped to the ground, feeling as bad as ever. "So, do I need your permission to start worrying for you now?" she snapped. Ichigo somehow fixed his composure and tried to ignore the side pain.

"Sorry," he said at last, "I just didn't think you would about me. I thought you would go on celebrating when you get the news that I died." Rukia looked away to avoid his burning eyes, which were trying to capture her eyes. "I worry about you so now you know. I got really mad when you said without even any guilt on your face that you were with a couple of girls. Oh yeah, and what if all of sudden, the CIA and the army forces come barging in your house and kidnap me? What would you do then? "

Ichigo grinned lopsidedly, "Well, ya don't hafta worry 'bout me. I always got some crazy in me that'll pop in whenever I'm inches from death's hand. And if the army or CIA or polices or whoever tries to take you away or something, I'll be there to beat their ass. Feeling better now?" She looked at him and saw how his back was turned to her. He looked at her from behind. For an eletrical moment, their eyes met and Ichigo grinned bigger, his hands on the hilt of his sword.

Rukia's heart skipped so many beats, she felt like she was going to have a heart attack. She continually stared after him as he walked to his bedroom and put his sword against the wall.

Oh boy, she better not be in love. How about Kaien? She would be betraying her whole family by falling in love with the stupid drunk murderer. But inside her heart…who knows?

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Yadee yadee yadee…I know, I know. Too short, too much thinking, little action…where's the old chapter five… Well, I thought it was too soon for the old chapter five, so this one'll be replacing it D yay! And the old ch.5 will turn to ch.6. Whoohoo!! xD I happen to love this chapter, so I won't be deleting it. D Aurhg I have like two different chapters all in my head, but I can't type them out because of all the annoying homework and tests so I decided to type this one in before all the stories pop and my thinking goes to waste. Actually, the old idea of this one already popped so I had to think of a whole new one and it turned to this. D

Oh yeah, one more question…which one should suck at cooking? Ichigo or Rukia?

-Cyndi and Morgan. xDDDD