I got the idea while I was cleaning out my room and found an old box of chocolates from my best friend. So, I decided to write it down and see how it went over. How does it look? (Well . . . read it first!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters!

Valentine's Day

"Who's Valentine and why does he get a day named after him?"

Ichigo sighed. He should have seen this coming.

Motioning for Rukia to come over to where he was standing on the school roof, he began explaining. She listened happily, drinking it all in. When he had finished explaining, of course, it was question and answer time.

"So . . . does everyone take part in it?"

"Not me."

"Why? I heard a lot of girls saying that they were planning on giving you gifts tomorrow."

Ichigo just shrugged. He stuck the straw of his juice box in his mouth and sucked, sighing when Rukia handed him hers. Rolling his eyes and realizing that he was going to have to teach her soon, he stuck the straw in and handed it back to her. She took it, and, without a thank you, began sucking on it. After a few seconds, she said,

"Well, why don't you take part in it?"

"Two reasons. First, Valentine's Day is where girls give gifts to guys; the gifts are mostly chocolates. The next month, on March 14, White Day, guys return the gifts. Even if I wanted to take part, I couldn't until March. Second reason . . . because there's no one I care for in that way. I mean . . . I give my sisters the chocolates that I get, but their family. Outside of that, I don't do anything because I don't like to encourage girls if I don't like 'em. And Rukia . . ."

"Hm?"

"Don't give anyone a gift unless you like . . . really care for them. You're attractive enough without having to prod the boys."

Ichigo realized what he had said a second too late as Rukia raised her eyebrow at him. He turned his head away and concentrated on his juice box to hide the blush that was spreading over his face.

"OK. So, I can't give anything to Ishida-kun or Sado-kun?"

"Well, they would be OK because they know that their your friend and their not the kind of guys that are going to try and take advantage of you. Now, take Keigo for instance; he knows that you don't know much about Japan, but he thinks it just because your a transfer student. He'll be trying to get you to do things you know nothing about. So be careful, alright?"

Rukia nodded and Ichigo, apperently happy that she wouldn't do anything stupid, pushed himself away from the wall he was leaning on and began walking back to class.

Man, if Rukia hadn't told him, he wouldn't have even realized that it was Valentine's Day tomorrow. He tried to forget about these things, you see. And on White Day, he usually found a reason to stay home sick because girls kept coming up to him and asking if he had a present for them.

Which he didn't.

And he didn't want to be mean to them, he just didn't like to take part in that holiday.

The rest of the day crawled by slowly, and when school was finally out, Ichigo waited outside the building until Rukia came bouncing out. She was smiling, as in her last class she had gotten no homework.

Ichigo, however, was well known in not taking part in Valentine's day or White day, so he had been forced, along with a few others in the class, to write a poem about love. Which he would finish in minutes.

Sighing, he began walking home, his bag slung over his shoulder and his hands stuffed in his pockets. Rukia watched him the whole way home, and as they were about a block away, she asked,

"Where can I buy chocolate?"

"Hmm . . . well, there is a place we can stop right before we get home. Do you have money?"

"Yes."

It was the money she had wormed out of him a week ago.

When they reached the shop, Rukia bounced inside and she went searching for what she needed; Ichigo just leaned up against the counter, a bored look on his face as he watched her check the prices on the chocolates; he had taught her the value of money weeks before, thank God.

After she was done, she followed him out, a bag in her hand. Ichigo looked at it, raising an eyebrow at the contents.

"Three, huh? Any secret boyfriends I should know about?"

Rukia stuck her tongue out at him and used her elbow to hit him. He stumbled a few feet and managed to regain his balance before standing beside her again and sticking his hands in his pockets.

They walked in silence until they reached Ichigo's house; they parted while Ichigo went upstairs to his room through the front door and Rukia used the window.

And, as usual, Isshin met his son with a flying kick that Ichigo avoided easily, with Isshin asking how many girls he thought were going to give him chocolate.

Ichigo just kicked him back.

Rukia smiled and laughed in her stupid, bubbly way. Ichigo, who was watching her ("Was not!" he later protested to a smirking Ishida) sighed as he saw a blushing girl hiding around the corner. He made a motion with his hand telling her to go away, and, red-faced, she ran off.

Tearing his eyes from Rukia, he forced himself back to class. But there was no way in hell he was going to miss seeing her give that third box of chocolates out. He had seen her give Ishida and Sado theirs; she had done it with him at her side. But the third was still sitting in her school bag.

Probably melting.

Sighing again, Ichigo dropped himself into his desk and raised an eyebrow as he watched a blushing Orihime give an even more red Ishida a box of chocolates.

Well, at least she hadn't made them herself.

Or . . . he hoped. For Ishida's sake.

Smiling to himself, he leaned back in his desk as he watched the rest of the students piling in. Keigo was crying happily because a girl had given him a box of chocolates, Ishida was still blushing at Orihime . . . and . . . Rukia was nowhere to be found. The teacher came in last, frowning at Rukia's empty seat, and threw an eraser at Ichigo, yelling at him to get his feet off of his desk.

After dropping his feet, Ichigo stuck his head in his hands and only half listened to the teacher.

Rukia came in about half-way through class.

"Why are you late, Kuchiki-san?"

Rukia put on her fake smile.

"Sorry, Sensei! Family problems!"

The teacher seemed to accept this and let Rukia sit down without further comment.

Rukia took her seat next to Ichigo and smiled at him before turning her attention on the teacher Ichigo was doing his best to ignore. He already knew what she was talking about, so why listen? He knew all of William Shakespear's plays by heart; he didn't need to listen to some hopeless romantic teacher prattle on and on about Romeo and Juliet.

When the class was over, everyone stood up; it was lunch time.

Ichigo made a quick dash for the roof. He just wanted out of that stuffy building and to get into the fresh, if cold, February air. He smiled. He had made it halfway through school without any chocolates.

Yay for him.

As he was about to stick his straw into his juice packet, another one was suddenly thrust in front of his face. Sighing and rolling his eyes, which was becoming a daily routine, he stuck Rukia's straw in for her and then worked on his own. As he was taking a drink, she suddenly thrust something else in his face.

It was that damn chocolate box!

He spit his juice out, eyes wide as she kept holding it in front of him. She sighed and said,

"Take it, fool. It's for you."

Ichigo reached out and took the box, turning it around in his hands.

"Is it melted?"

She smirked and kicked him in the shin.

Anyone that was looking on at the scene would laugh. The girl beating up on the boy.

But as Ichigo hopped around in circles, he knew that the box pf probably melted chocolates meant a lot. It meant a lot to him, if no one else. And he was pretty sure it meant a lot to her.

And if she didn't know already how much it meant to him, on White Day, he would show her.

But maybe he wouldn't use chocolates . . .

Well, what do you think? Should I do a second one about White Day?

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