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Name: 7 Hours In Heaven
Rating: PG
Summary: Forget that saying 'I do' to the wrong person on your wedding day would be the worst mistake of your life; saying 'yes' to Rukia when she asked me to play '7 Minutes in Heaven' is the worst thing I have ever done.

Author's Notes: This came to me when I played Seven Minutes In Heaven with several friends, and got stuck in the closet with my boyfriend for seven hours when they deserted us.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters.

7 Hours In Heaven

She looked like a cuddly bunny.

No, more like an evil bunny. A semi-evil bunny? Well, either way, she was growling at me. And that was a bad sign. Her violet eyes seemed illuminated in the darkness and her small hands were beginning to impatiently tap a hole in the wall as she glared.

"Um ... why are you glaring at me, Rukia?" I asked, sighing as she continued to tap.

"Because I hate you."

I rolled my eyes; she somehow saw it in the darkness and reached out to kick me. I bit back a rude response, realizing that it might not be such a good idea when I was stuck in a five by five foot room with the little devil.

"Why do you hate me? It was your freaking idea to play the game in the first place!" I yelled, frustrated, as she shifted her position again. Her knees were pressed against mine and her small, cold feet were pressed to my legs.

"You said it was seven minutes, not five. Freaking. Hours."

"Six," I corrected, sighing and folding my hands against my chest. She muttered something very colorful under her breath as I hit my head back against the wall.

I was going to kill someone when I got out of here. But for now, I had to live with the cold feet in my legs, the bucket digging into my elbow, and the mop I was sitting on. Which was wet, by the way. My butt was cold.

"Ichigo, who do you think it was that had this oh-so-great master plan to stuff me and you in here, leave us alone, and never come back?" Rukia asked, sighing as she shifted on top of the box she was currently sitting on.

"I think it was Ishida and Inoue."

"Inoue-san? Come on. It couldn't have been her; she's not that kind of person."

"Hey, did you see the look on their faces when they shoved us in here?" I asked, my eyebrows raising.

"Well ... yes, but that-"

"It was them. Well, them or my dad and sister."

"Which sister?"

I shrugged and sighed yet again. "I dunno. Probably Yuzu. Karin doesn't care. But I still think it was Ishida and Inoue."

"Hmm ... "

"What?"

The tone of her voice made me shiver. It was that I-am-so-totally-going-to-kill-you tone of voice. Whenever she used it, things were bad. Very bad. And this time was no different.

"Payback time. As soon as we get out of here, that is."

"What sort of payback did you have in mind?"

Rukia didn't answer me and I leaned my head back against the wall, trying to move my butt off the soaking mop—who in the world put them back in the closet wet, anyway?—to no avail.

This was going to be a long day, I could tell. Now, if we were at my house, it might be different, because someone is always around. But no, we were in school. Inoue had hauled us all together, with the help of Rukia, who had been the one to force me into playing, right after school. There was no time to go home and change, either; so I was strangely thankful for the lack of light—Rukia had complained several times about her skirt riding up.

"Rukia, your silence scares me," I commented, wondering what kind of evil thoughts were running through her little head.

"Stuff it, Strawberry."

I smirked as she tried to find a more comfortable position. Again. Why couldn't she just hold still?

I reached out, picked her up, and set her straight in front of the door to where she wasn't sitting on top of anything. She blinked her eyes a few times and finally nodded.

"Thanks. That piece of wood and my butt didn't get along too well."

Once again, I was glad for the darkness as a small blush scattered across my cheeks. I really didn't need to know if her butt got along with anything.

We sat still for a second, but her body was now right next to mine and it was making it seem hotter in the small space than it really was. Body heat, and all that. She was shifting around again, but this time, I was pretty sure, it was from boredom.

"Sit still, will ya?"

"Fine."

Silence fell over us again as she leaned her head tiredly on my shoulder. I smirked down at her. She seemed a little uncomfortable sitting so close to me, but hey, wasn't my fault we were stuffed so ungracefully in here.

"Hey, Rukia?"

"Hn?"

"Is it really such a bad thing that we're stuck in here?"

"Of course it is. Why would you say something so stupid?"

"I dunno. I just ... well, I don't mind it really. Except for the wet mop under me, that is. You've been avoiding me for some reason lately, and it's nice to spend some time together. But to be fair, I'd rather be fighting Hollows together than stuffed in a tiny closet."

"I've been avoiding you? Why you ask? Lemme see ... maybe it had something to do with you pushing my into the lake last week? I still haven't forgiven you, you know."

"Ah. I know."

"Well, I guess I don't mind being in here," Rukia said slowly. "As long as you never shove me into the lake again!"

I smirked and nodded.

"Whatever, baka."

"Good, dope."

And our relationship was back to normal with only those simple words. Maybe instead of killing Ishida and Inoue when I got out of here, I'd thank them. Or not.

Rukia sighed and began switching positions again. She was trying to stand on her knees to move over, I think, but she must have slipped on the edge of the wet mop that I was still sitting on, because the next thing I knew, she shrieked loudly and fell forward.

Our lips were only connected for a few seconds, and in those few seconds, my heart was beating madly. I blamed it on surprise.

Yeah, sure.

Rukia pulled back and blinked a few times.

"Uh ..."

"That was ... uh ... " I stuttered, searching for the right word.

"It was ... it was an accident," Rukia protested, blushing a little as she sat back down, trying not to slip again.

"Right. An accident."

So why did I feel a little disappointed?

Determined to speak my mind, I said, "Hey, Rukia-"

But I suddenly went silent; I heard someone. Rukia had heard, too, it seemed, because she suddenly jerked her head to the side and stopped moving. Soon, our combined yelling and pounding on the door seemed to have caught the attention of whoever was on the other side of the closet. The door suddenly opened and Rukia fell out; she'd been leaning against it for support.

"Oof!" she informed everyone.

Her voice echoed throughout the empty halls as she looked up into the smiling eyes of the janitor. I climbed up, trying to hide my soaking butt, and walked out, stretching my legs and arms.

"What are you two kids doin' locked up in the closet on a Friday night?" There was a teasing touch to the man's voice as he smiled down at them. I would have called him at least fifty-years-old and at least six feet tall.

"Our friends locked us up."

"Huh. Some friends!"

The old man laughed and, beginning to whistle, he walked off. I began to stomp out of the school, too, frankly not caring if Rukia was following me or not.

"I swear, I'm going to kill him," I growled as I rubbed my sore, wet bottom. Rukia pulled herself off of the floor and followed behind me. Forget thanking them, that had only been a momentary lapse of insanity.

"Who are you going to kill?" Rukia questioned.

"Someone whom I will not name but who's initals are Ishida Uryuu!" I fumed. Rukia raised her eyebrows at me as I opened the door and stalked out into the setting sun.

"So, um, how long were we in there?" she asked, running to catch up with me. I looked down at my watch. I also noted that she was ignoring what we both knew had happened. She'd kissed me.

"Six hours and forty-nine minutes," I said.

"Seven hours in heaven."

Maybe she wasn't ignoring what had happened, after all.

With those words and a tiny smile, Rukia skipped off ahead of me and into the sunset. Her arms were clasped behind her back, and there was a slight skip to her step as she grinned at me.

Maybe saying yes to her when she bugged me hadn't been such a bad idea after all.

But then again, my wet butt begged to differ.

Huh. Weird.

NOTE: I have had a few people asking me to continue the Alphabet Series, who else wants me to? (Crikets chirp) Well, I will if people want me to.

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