Name: Marry Me?
Rating: PG
Genres: Fluff/Humor/Romance
Summary: Marriage was when you spent your whole life with someone you loved. "Ooooh! Then ... can I marry Ichigo, Kurosaki-san? Because I want to spend all of my life with him!" four-year-old Rukia said loudly, her violet eyes twinkling.

Authors Notes: This is a random piece of fluff that came to me when my little brother asked if he could marry me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters.Thanks to CrystalRaindrop007 for Beta'ing!

Marry Me?

"Ruuuukiaaaaa!"

Rukia's bright violet eyes shone as she turned around, her white, spaghetti-strap tank-top and her khaki mini-skirt flying in the wind as her eyes fell upon her small, hyper friend. The little boy was jumping up and down happily, his eyes shining as he ran over. When he jumped the last three feet and landed in front of her, he hugged her happily and said again,

"Rukia! Yay! You're here!"

Rukia's tiny feet trampled after him as he took her hand and began to haul her over to his mother; she was sitting on a light blue quilt laid out on the ground and smiling when the little boy stopped in front of her.

"Mommy! This is Rukia, the girl I was talkin' about!"

"Oh, hello, Rukia-chan!" the woman said, laughing as she ruffled her son's hair. Rukia blushed a little, her hands clasping together behind her back as she bowed slightly.

"H-Hello, Kurosaki-san."

Her light brown hair was shining in the sun as the woman smiled. The little boy who was currently bouncing up and down in front of them both, yelled, "Mommy, mommy, guess what?"

His mother gently asked, "What is it, Ichigo?" and the little boy exploded, "Mommy, I can swing all by myself, see, see?"

Ichigo ran off and over to the swings, not even waiting for his mother to answer. Masaki Kurosaki turned around to face Rukia again, who's face turned red under the woman's gaze. Her tiny feet shuffled back and forth on the ground and her violet gaze followed them. Her black hair was pulled into two messy pig-tails and her feet were covered in small, white sandals.

"Would you like me to fix your pig-tails, Rukia-chan?"

Rukia looked up in surprise to see the woman smiling, her eyes closed and her thin hands clasped tightly in her lap. Rukia nodded slowly, reaching up to twist a finger into her messy, ratty hair. She had done it herself, for her brother never did those kinds of things for her.

"Alright. Would you like to sit in my lap?"

Rukia nodded again and sat down nervously on the woman's lap. Masaki reached up and gently took the pony-tail holders out of Rukia's hair and reached inside of her bag, pulling out a light pink brush that Rukia was sure Ichigo hated whenever his mom used it on him; he hated everything pink. Maskai began to gently run the brush through Rukia's hair and her nervousness disappeared. She twiddled her fingers in her lap while her hair was being brushed out, but soon smiled. She had to brush her own hair most of the time, and she never seemed to get it right.

"Rukia-chan, where are your parents? Are you here at the park all alone?"

"I don't have parents," Rukia said, her eyes misting up with tears. Masaki turned Rukia around in her lap and gave her a gentle hug as she asked, "Then who do you live with?"

"My brother."

"Is he here?"

"No."

It was a simple answer, but it was all Masaki got, so she turned Rukia around again and continued to brush her hair.

That was when Rukia caught sight of the ring on her finger. The little girl turned so suddenly that the pig-tail that Masaki was putting in came undone. Laughing, Masaki whispered at Rukia to be still, then when she finished with the right pig-tail, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"That ring is pretty!"

Her violet eyes were wide and her tiny hands touched the ring gently. Masaki said, "It is a wedding ring. My husband gave it to me.'

"What's 'wedding'?" Rukia asked, confused.

"It's a joining of two people who want to spend all their lives together. Me and my husband, Isshin, are married."

"Ooooh! Than ... can I marry Ichigo, Kurosaki-san? Because I want to spend all of my life with him!" four-year-old Rukia said loudly, her violet eyes twinkling. Masaki laughed and turned Rukia around, beginning to work on her hair again.

"Sure? Why not."

"Yay."

Rukia sat happily until her hair was done, then hopped to her feet, hugged Masaki, thanking her, and ran off, her little arms flying out beside her as she did an airplane act while in search of her small, orange-haired friend.

Said friend was currently hiding behind a large Oak tree, gripping his quarter in his hand tightly. A determined look was on his face as he ran as fast as his little legs would carry him to the inside area of the park; he had seen those little quarter machines in there. When he arrived, he hopped over and stuck his quarter into the machine and twisting the knob a little harder than was probably necessary.

"Ah, man!"

He had gotten the wrong one. Stuffing the lizard into his pocket, he took out his last quarter and put it in the machine. Hewanted the ring one! Twisting the knob, his breath held, he watched as the little plastic ball rolled out of the machine and into his waiting hand. Yes! He'd gotten the right one.

As he ran back outside, he took the tiny, plastic ring out of the case and began his search for Rukia.

The little girl in question was pouting as she dropped back down beside Kurosaki Masaki. Thin hands were wrapped around her chest as she said, "Where did he run off to? Boys!"

Masaki raised an eyebrow as Rukia continued to pout. The frown slipped off her face, however, when she saw Ichigo running toward her. He just managed to stop before slamming into both his friend and his mother.

"Rukia, there you are!" he panted, his hands clasped tightly behind his back and his cheeks bright red. His bare feet shuffled around in the sand as he pulled the ring out from behind his back and shoved it toward Rukia.

"I want you to be my friend forever, so want ... want to get married like my mommy and daddy?"

His face was brighter than a tomato, and Masaki had to hold back a laugh as she watched Rukia, shocked, reach out to take the ring. Her eyes scanned it over, then she said, "It's plastic ... "

Ichigo went redder. He was about to protest when Rukia jumped to her tiny feet and hugged him tightly.

"Sure! Let's get married!"

Rukia put the ring on her finger then grabbed Ichigo's hand. The little boy was still bright red as she began to skip off. Masaki smiled. Her little boy had just proposed to a girl. And as she watched them, she couldn't help but have a tiny flicker of hope in her heart that one day, the ring her son put on Rukia's finger was a real one.

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