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Chapter Five :)

Ichigo sat up in the middle of the night. Sweat glands hung on either side of his temples. What was this strange feeling? His heart was racing as though it was his first time kissing HER…But he didn't. Maybe it was around the fact that he had trust in HER. He trusted that SHE wasn't going to kill him when he…

Ichigo ran his shaky hands through his mop-head-like hair. Tangles stopped him from going all the way through. Large purple and black bags lingered helplessly from his eyelids. His entire appearance would shake a mob-full of zombies dead. Or worse. They might assume he is one of them. His tender and usually tan skin was now coconut pale. The scowl on his face was gone. But that wasn't the bad thing. The bad thing was that Ichigo had no emotion on his face. No hint of anger, pain, sadness, not even a death defining glare. All gone. A bottomless pit of empty emotions. Something that seemed to come to Ichigo quite easily.

How long has it been since he felt this type of pain? Since his mother passed away trying to save him? Or his friends falling in a deep pit of despair with HER? No matter how he looked at it he felt something in his heart saying that it was over. Soon, they will find a way to kill off all the Zombies and he'll have to kill HER. He had only one request. He did it himself. He didn't want a stranger to go to HER and kill her. It's just not right. Something about the scene isn't what he pictured. He remembered how this whole mess started too…Right after he confessed his feelings for HER.

Flashback

Death…it's normally meant for those who can't bare life. Death is for those who can only picture it. I on the other hand don't embrace it. The opposite. The will to live is strongly built into my system. Does that mean that others who die on a daily base don't have that strong will do live? Maybe it's because they already see the light…they have nothing to regret. Unlike me. It seems that I have lots to regret about. Things I can never take back. Words that will never rush back into my mouth. Feelings that will never stay hidden under my heart. Emotions that I don't show to anyone…not even those who are closest to my heart. Closest to the blackness growing strong in my soul.

They say life is only something that people live for. What if it's not? What if its life that people should understand…things we must figure out in order to do great things? I'm not talking about becoming famous or discovering a cure to an incurable disease but something simpler then that. The great things we do with our hearts. Finding our one and only soulmate. But what if we do find that soul mate and she dies? Then did I just loose her for ever, or will there be someone else who my heart will thump for and she be my life partner? Or do we only get one soulmate? Or maybe-

"Ichigo!" her heavy voice carried throughout the small sized room. My attention was brought toward the raven-haired girl. Her taunting eyes stared at me.

"Ahem. Yeah?" I made my voice sound as natural as I could. The strength to not stutter surprised even me.

"Weren't you listening to me? Here I am talking to you about our plans for the Soul Society and you doze off on me! How rude!"

As she raged on and on I couldn't help but let a smile escape on my face. Was Rukia the person I felt a kind of love for? Or maybe it was the fact that she had always been there for me. Like I had told people in the past "She is an important friend". Because of her my life had changed. Neither for the worst nor the better. But because of her she saved both me and my family's life. How long was I going to give her that type of credit? Didn't I save her millions of times already? Didn't I devote my life to helping her?

Or maybe my reasons were wrong. I didn't keep helping her because I felt like I had to. But because I wanted to. Feelings I had pushed to the back of my heart. Maybe now I should release them to her. The feelings I wanted to so bad hide; now I want them out in the open.

"Rukia?" I seemed to have stopped her in mid-sentence. It's okay. It would be worth her while. But how was I supposed to tell her how much she means to me? Was I supposed to just say it straight-forward or just not tell her? Is there a special way to do it?

"Oh….yes?" she seemed a little shaken up by my sudden outburst.

I felt my heart beating against my chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Each heartbeat made me want to disappear from all feelings all together. I couldn't recall ever feeling this…nervous before. Not for anything. There wasn't a reason to. Was there?

I let my eyes wonder to Rukia's questionable look. I walked over to the bed, where she sat. Each leg swinging in a repeated motion. When her left leg went up her right one went down. When her right leg when up the left one went up. It was a perfect harmony. Both hands where on either side of bed, supporting her if she were to fall from swinging her legs. It wasn't the fact that she would throw herself off, but the motion that took to swing her legs. I stood straight in front of her. Her legs stopped moving and she stared at me. Our gazes held for several long minutes.

I got closer to the point where my legs almost touched her knees. She looked up at me while I looked down. The sight was nice and beautiful. Both of us seemed like time had frozen so we could take in all the emotional looks on our faces. Time seemed to stretch for forever. But I knew that I couldn't stall too long or she might feel TOO awkward when I do what I want to do. I still wasn't completely sure the way I had chosen was the right way, but I couldn't think of anything else.

I got closer. This time our faces were almost touching. Lips only a little bit apart. I could feel the heat coming off from her skin. I saw all the little details in her face. To the wrinkles and bags under her eyes to the small blush that appeared on her cheeks.

"Ichigo…" her voice sounded so beautiful. Like a bird singing to find it's mate.

One of legs automatically swung up, and I happened to have my legs spread slightly apart. Enough so to have her tiny thin leg go through my legs. Her foot hit directly on target. A loud yell sounded from my lips. Both she and I seemed shocked by the small incident that had just taken place. My hangs flung to my man joints. Pain over whelmed me. Forcing me toward the floor, and in the baby position. I held back more yelps of pain.

Rukia was quickly on her feet and beside me. Her emotion had changed to alert and worried.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! It was reflex! I'm sorry!" Her voice jumped to many different types of level pitches.

"What in the hell kind of reflex is that?" I couldn't help but let the anger flow out of me.

"Well I'm sorry that you got too close to me for no reason!"

After a few minutes in silence. I used that silence to gain back any of my pride and stand onto my feet. The pain was still there but it wasn't as bad. I felt the blood rush into my man joints.

"Why did you get so close to me anyway?" her arms were folded neatly upon her chest, and an eyebrow cocked.

"It doesn't matter anymore"

Any emotional feeling I had in that moment was gone. Even the small spark that I had for her was gone. I could only replace it with the pain in my man joints. Any plans for having kids were surely down the drain.

Rukia suddenly pulled me into a long passionate kiss. My eyes were opened the entire time. I felt the force rush into her mouth. Her eyes were tightly pressed together as though she wasn't sure I'd pull away. I didn't. After a few seconds I gave in to her strange actions. My mouth began to move along side hers. Soon we both decided mentally to open our mouths. Our tongues played with each other but soon she broke away. Whipping any spit that may have escaped the tunnel.

"Is that what you wanted to do?" her voice was over confident.

I didn't answer to her silly question. How did she know that's what I wanted? Were my body moments that obvious? Stupid question! Of course they were! I was practically on top of her. What else was she to conclude that I wanted nothing less then a kiss? But the question is why did she kiss me? Did she do it out of pity or because she actually-I couldn't finish the thought. It seemed to far away to be true. And if it was true then why did it feel so wrong? Wasn't he going to do the same thing?

"Go on. Answer. You owe me that much" her words were cold.

So did she play with my mind? If so it seemed that her mouth knew how to work with mine. It was something that you can't act. You actually have to work to feel something that magical. And speaking from current experience I think she wasn't playing around.

"Yes. Okay? I wanted to kiss you!" I let it all spill over into the grave.

"Thank you" her arms unfolded and she smiled warmly. "Was that so hard to say?" I didn't answer that question. "I was secretly hoping that you would kiss me soon. I thought I might explode if you didn't" a light blush appeared back onto her cheeks.

"Y-You did?" dammit! I stuttered! That type of thing always pisses me off.

"Yes. For a long time now. I'm glad you did" she smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. Before I knew it we were kissing again. Who made the first move? I couldn't tell. One of us did. I think she did. Again.

Our mouths moved automatically this time. My eyes shut gently against my eyes. My arms wrapped around her thin waist, and her arms did the same. We pulled together closer then we ever had. I could feel my heart beat faster and faster as each second went by. I heard another thumping. Could it be…I opened my eyes slightly to see Rukia was even more nervous then I was. Her heart was beating faster then mine? I wanted to laugh but I didn't want to break up our make-out scene. I wanted to cherish this moment forever. Preserve this moment to all of entirety.

I knew the moment wouldn't last. Before I knew there were large crashes from downstairs. I quickly pulled away from her and rushed downstairs, leaving her in the empty room. I let my feet carry me towards the living room.

I thought my sight was deceiving me. Strange colorless men stood lazily in the room. Some moving slower then others. Their faces had hints of blood in the corner of their mouths. Their eyes had no pupils. They seemed to be dilated to the full extent. Their skin was a very pale white with patches already peeling off. I couldn't resist looking at the bodies lying on the floor. I saw my father and two younger sisters laying dead. Huge bites already taken from their bodies. A musky smell quickly rushed into my nose. I couldn't stay here too long.

Rukia quickly came down the stairs. Her eyes widened.

"What the hell?"

"Let's get out of here!"

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her along out the door. I left behind the family I worked so hard to protect. I left behind the memories…the life it use to hold. Now it holds death. This brings me back to my topic I thought of before anything had happened. Death…it's normally meant for those who can't bare life…

End of Flashback