This is the continuation to Three Words. So many people wanted it . . . so . . . I wrote it! Wow! Kicks herself.

I'm done. But please review! I hope this one is as good as the last!

If you haven't read the previous one . . . scat until you have!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach of the characters.

Just to Say I Love Ya

Ichigo was breathing deeply as he walked back inside his room. He had just finished training for that day, and was completely tired. He had gained control of his Hollow already . . . why did he have to keep training? He could control it for eleven seconds . . . that was longer than he needed to beat anyone.

Even Grimmjaw; and he was sure as hell going to kill that man. After he had nearly killed Rukia . . .

Ichigo sighed and lay down on his make-shift bed, trying to force those thoughts out of his head. But the pain, anger, sadness and determination to kill the man who had hurt her so badly . . . they kept assaulting his senses, and he wanted nothing more than to block those out and focus on his training.

But . . . in reality, that was what made him want to train in the first place; he wanted to get stronger. He wanted to protect the people he loved.

Rukia . . .

Ichigo touch a finger to his lips, remembering when hers would be on his, and the different feelings it would bring. It brought happiness, pleasure, and . . . he felt complete.

He smiled when he thought of what she would be doing now. Maybe drawing . . . maybe fighting a hollow . . . maybe with her friends, but he knew that, wherever she was, she would probably be worrying about him, like she never failed to do. She was probably pacing or something, or maybe she didn't care anymore.

But he had been gone for nearly three weeks now. She had probably forgotten about him.

He hoped not.

Sighing again, he rolled over onto his side and began digging through his bag. He frowned when he couldn't find the picture he was looking for. Just as he was about to give up looking for it, someone appeared in his doorway. It was that annoying girl that he had been fighting. She was smirking and holding the picture he had been looking for.

"Give me that, brat!" Ichigo yelled, lunging for the picture. Hiyori stepped away, holding the picture right out of reach.

"I bet that was your first kiss, huh?" she asked; Ichigo growled. "Kissing in a waterfall. Huh; romantic. Do ya love her?"

Ichigo finally grabbed the picture out of her grasp. It was black and white, not like the one he had back home, but it was what he had on hand, and he knew that if he was going to be gone for a while, he wanted something to remember her face by.

"Scat, dumbass," he yelled, kicking her out of the room. She walked off, still smirking, as Ichigo sat down on the floor and ran his fingers over Rukia's face.

What was he doing? He had accomplished what he had come her for, so why the hell didn't he go back home? He wanted to; he wanted to see his dad again, and kick him, and he wanted to see his sisters and friends . . .

And he wanted to see her.

Standing to his feet, Ichigo threw all of his belongings into his bag and walked right out of the door, not stopping when Hiyori yelled at him.

He needed to get out of here, now.

She was still running. She had left Ichigo's house because everything inside of it reminded her of him. And those pictures . . . those words . . .

Rukia stopped running when she reached the park. She collapsed onto the ground, her dress spreading out beneath her. Wiping away her tears, she looked up into the sky. It was clear; not a cloud in sight.

Birds flew overhead and kids ran around, laughing and giggling. One stopped beside her.

"Miss? Are you crying?" he asked.

Rukia smiled and wiped away her tears. The child, a small boy with bright blond hair, looked a lot like Ichigo, and he made her smile.

"Yeah, sweetie. I am."

"Are you sad?" he asked, sitting down on the grass beside her. Rukia reached over and ruffled his hair.

"Yes, I'm sad."

"Oh." The child didn't speak for a second. "My name's Iya, what's yours?"

"I'm Rukia. Pleased to meet you," she said, reaching out her hand shaking his tiny one in hers. He smiled a toothless smile and then pointed to his mouth, saying,

"I lost a tooth. Have you ever lost a tooth?"

Rukia nodded.

"I've lost all my teeth."

"Oh."

The little boy looked dissapointed, so Rukia reached over and gave him a brief hug.

"You'll grow up big and lose all your teeth, too. By the way Iya . . . where are your parents?"

Iya seemed to think for a second, then shrugged.

"Mommy left me here with my friends. Daddy's gone. He left long time ago; he won't come back. Did someone leave you? Is that why you're sad?" he asked, looking up at her with bright, chocolate brown eyes. Rukia nodded, realizing just how much little kids can see in other people.

"Yeah, but I'm back."

Rukia jumped at the voice and turned around quickly, her shocked eyes traveling up to meet Ichigo's smiling gaze. He was holding something, and finally reached it out to her; she took it. Then, she jumped to her feet and hugged him tightly before clobbering him over the head.

Ichigo smiled at the little boy as he bounced off, pulling on one of his teeth as he danced barefoot in the grass.

"I missed you," Rukia said, chocking back a sob.

"I missed you, too," Ichigo said, finally hugging her back and resting his chin on her head.

"I saw the picture," Rukia said simply, not moving her eyes as she put her head on his chest.

"What picture?" Ichigo asked, kissing her hair as he ran his hands up and down her back.

"Our first kiss," Rukia replied, sighing deeply as she held it back out to Ichigo. "I saw the colored one. And what you said on the back."

"And?" Ichigo asked, nervousness in his voice. Rukia smiled and took her head away from his chest, reaching up and kissing him gently on the lips.

"I-I mean . . . did you mean it?" she asked as he placed his hands on her waist and kissed her back. The kiss was slow and passionate, and when Ichigo pulled back, he said,

"Yeah. I love ya."

"I love you, too," she said, kissing him again before laying her head on his chest. He grinned like an idiot. "By the way, why did you suddenly come back?" Her words were slightly muffled by his shirt. "Not that I mind . . . I want you back. . . forever."

"Just to say I love ya. That's why I came back. I finished what I wanted to finish, so now I'm back for good. I'll never leave you again."

"Thank you."

And, as they held each other, not speaking again and not moving, Ichigo knew it was all worth it.

The beautiful silence was broken when Rukia suddenly said,

"By the way, a bunny costume and sucking your feet don't fit you. Renji might blackmail."

Ichigo attacked Rukia playfully, making her fall the the ground. This soon started a tickle war, and the red-headed man hiding behind a tree smiled. Rukia was winning, as Ichigo usually let her, and soon they were laughing while Ichigo was nursing a very sore head.

"Damn. He actually did it," Renji sighed. "I don't get to kill 'em."

Feel free to tell me what I did wrong! This one was bad, wasn't it? I wrote it three different times, but I couldn't get it just right. Darn it.I hope it didn't suck too badly!

Should I do another one where Renji actually blackmails Ichigo? Hmm?"

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