1Hello! Satsugai here again, and I really was amazed at the reviews I got for this story, I'm really glad you guys liked it. I was so glad that I decided to make another chapter just for you guys! Anyways, Romeo and Juliet will be on a short hiatus for now, until I get my ideas organized...Please enjoy this chapter of Picture Perfect!

Warnings: Swearing, violence, OOC, and extreme flaming on Orihime.

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately do not own the almighty Bleach series. If I did, I would be giving you guys half naked Ichi every episode.

Chapter 2: I'm Petite, Not a Midget!

Rukia P.O.V

"This fucking sucks!" a scream echoed through the hallways of Seritei, the one of many buildings under the corporation of the famous Soul Society. It is 7 a.m. on a sunny Wednesday, who has such a foul mood? Kaien Shiba of course. I walk slowly to his office, with my black Nine West flats squeaking on the shiny marble tile floor. I nervously creep my head inside, looking at him with concern washed over my face.

"Kaien? What's gotten into you this morning?" I eased in, a little scared. Said man looked up from his computer, his handsome face contorted into a scowl. His black spiky hair was tousled, and his tie was loose around his neck. He honestly looked like crap. Kaien and I had been together for a while, but there was no spark, just friends. He and I broke up when he found his true love, Mimiako Shitani, and I was really happy for him. Now they're married with a baby on the way. He sighed and mustered his trademark smirk.

"Nothing much Rukes, just that Mimi wants me to get off work earlier so we could think of a name for the baby, but stupid old man Yama-jiin wants me to finish the front page and the interviews so we could get the magazine up and running by next week." he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"But unfortunately, looks like we won't be able to, we're short a couple of staff, so it's going to be harder to even get one magazine up." he frowned when his computer made a beeping noise.

"Oh, I see. Well, try not to over work yourself ok Kaien?" I smiled at him reassuringly. He blinked, but smiled back at me and nodded before going back to his computer. I exited out of his office, when my IPhone vibrated. I took it out of my suit pocket and tapped the screen and pressed it my ear.

"Hello, Kuchiki Rukia speaking. Who's this?" I asked.

"Hey Kuchiki-san." a smooth voice replied. My breathe hitched.

"K-Kurosaki-san?" I stuttered. I cursed myself for being so weak in front of I guy I barely knew. He chuckled on the other end.

"Yep, what's up? Are you free this afternoon?" he asked. I froze. Was Ichigo asking me out on a date? I felt a blush creep up on my face. I gulped and wetted my lips.

"Y-Yeah, I'm free this afternoon, what about it?" I answered. I could imagine the smile adorning his face.

"Great, meet me up at Hisagi's Café at 3 ok?" I nodded, but remembered he couldn't see that so I said alright and hung up. I held up hand to my chest to find it thumping again. But I suddenly a thought popped into my find. How the fuck did he get my number?

I shrugged that off and went back to work. But I couldn't help but feel someone was watching me. I turned my head away from the computer to find Orihime tapping her high heeled foot. I raised a eyebrow at her, and she took that as a sign to come in and talk.

"Who were you talking to on the phone Rukia?" she sneered at me. I scoffed, and noticed her glare.

"It doesn't concern what or who I talk to Inoue-san. Now if you excuse me, I need to get to work." I began typing nonsense on my computer, but she couldn't see so it looked like I was typing. But unfortunately, Orihime is know to annoy the fuck out of me only. So she waits there, staring down at me with disgust and curiosity.

A vein begins to form on my head. This woman has to be kidding right?

"What the fuck do you want?" I hissed, making myself pretty clear. I clearly don't use vanities at work, but dear Kami this woman just drives me off the edge. Orihime only giggled. What the fuck?

"Oh Rukia~ you're so naive, just because Kurosaki-kun calls you out for a luncheon doesn't mean he has any feelings for you." I grew pale in the face and my blood went cold. How the fuck does she know all of that? Was she eavesdropping? But that's impossible! The volume was so low only I could hear...so how did this bitch know what he said?

"Judging by your reaction, you seem shocked that I know all of that." I looked up to meet her cold dark gaze.

"And I definitely don't appreciate that he chose you of all fucking people. You're just fucking trash Kuchiki, so don't mess with me."

All I saw next was red.

I snapped out of what ever had took over me, and I gasped at what I had done.

Orihime was flat on her butt, holding her cheek, and blood was leaking out of a probably fractured jaw bone. She had tears running down her face, and she was gasping for air.

"You bitch! How dare you touch my beautiful face!" she hissed through her injury. I flinched, but nonetheless went over to her and checked her injury. She slapped my hand away, leaving a big red mark on it.

"Fuck you. Don't you dare fucking touch me ever again." she stumbled up and staggered away from my office. Then I heard a slam and silence. I was shaking. What have I done?

At 3 p.m...

I sat down and flattened out my skirt, and my heart melted when I saw Ichigo's face. But he was frowning.

"Is there something bothering you Kuchiki-san?" he asked, concern etched onto his handsome face. I smiled weakly, unconsciously rubbing my sore hand.

"I'm fine. And you can call me Rukia." he pouted, which I found really cute, but apparently he didn't buy my act.

"Uh huh, you're just fine?" he grabbed my hand. And I winced, which he took notice of. His eyebrows furrowed, and he gently stroked my hand, and I felt my spine tingle from the contact.

"Your hand's skin is slightly raised than normal, and it looks pink. Someone hurt you didn't they?" Ichigo asked with a raised eyebrow. I gulped, what is he, a doctor or something?

"O-Of course not! I was pouring coffee for my boss, but my hand slipped and I burned myself! That's all." I laughed nervously. Ichigo looked at me and sighed. He kissed my hand like last time, this time it felt different..like how a mother would lovingly kiss her child's injury.

"Well, please do be careful next time. I wouldn't want even such as a hair of yours to get hurt again." he smiled sweetly. Dear Kami, I think I might die of blood loss if I stay with him for too long..I thought as all the blood went to my face and I felt like exploding. He chuckled.

"You know your cute when you blush like that." he smirked. I pouted.

"I'm not cute." but secretly on the inside I was jumping with glee. Ichigo Kurosaki called me cute! Inner me was jumping like a crazy school girl.

"Alright alright. Not cute but...adorable." he smirked. I frowned.

"That's the same thing stupid." I gasped when that slipped out of my mouth. I blushed red. Oh dear Kami did I just call him stupid? But all he did was smile and laugh.

"Fine, then what's a word that would describe you, midget?" my jaw dropped. He did not just call me midget! I have a petite stature! I fumed and kicked his foot under the table. He winced, but only grinned more.

"Have a temper now do we?" he laughed. I blushed from embarrassment. This guy was a jerk, a super cute, gorgeous, sweet, and sexy jerk.

Like this one? I made some funny parts just for you guys! Please enjoy and do review! If not, Ichigo won't come to your house and give you presents!

Ichigo: What the hell? You made me a freaking Casanova!

Satsugai: And what is wrong with that? Reviewers like your dashing personality!

Rukia: I guess they do...*blush*...but why do I have to be the victim?

Ichigo: Cause' your so damn cute.

Satsugai: Awww..

Orihime: *cries in a corner*

Bai Bai for now! :3