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Two - Love
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Why did she care so much about him, again?
It was the question she was asking herself as she listened to him ramble about how annoying she was and how she went out of her way to get him angry or annoyed. Did she think it was fun to get under his skin whenever the opportunity presented itself? Why did she have to be so irritating?
"Rukia!"
She jumped slightly as he sharply spat out her name, instinctively moving back a bit upon realizing that Ichigo was directly in front of her, his large frame towering over her tiny one and somehow making her feel even smaller. She glared up at him (how she hated having to crane her neck like this just to meet his eyes!) with a scowl that nearly matched his own and crossed her arms defiantly. "What?"
She watched with satisfaction as a slight tick started in his eye. Already, he was losing his temper. How sad.
"You haven't even been listening to me, have you?"
Rukia pretended to look thoughtful. "I think I started tuning you out around the part when you were whining about how annoying I am." Ichigo's glare intensified, and Rukia couldn't help but smirk. He made it far too easy. "I've been talking about that since this discussion started."
"Exactly." Rukia's smirk only widened as Ichigo's frustration grew more and more evident. "And I hardly call you bitching for half an hour without letting me get a word in edgewise a 'discussion,' for the record."
Ichigo's eye twitched again. "Two things. One, it's been five minutes, and two, fuck you." It was difficult for Rukia not to laugh. He just kept giving her more to work with, didn't he realize that? She gave him a rather suggestive look, at his last comment. "Maybe later, Ichigo." The boy instantly reddened at this. "Wha - Damnit, Rukia, that's not what I meant and you know it!" He looked more embarrassed than angry now, and just for the expression on his face, Rukia couldn't help but snicker. Immediately, Ichigo's brows furrowed and once again, he scowled. So that was how she wanted to play, was it? Well, two could play at that game.
With not a single word of warning, Ichigo pushed Rukia straight up against the wall that she had nearly backed herself up against when he had startled her, causing the petite Shinigami to tense up ever so slightly. "And just what do you think you're doing, Ichigo?" She eyed the boy suspiciously. He was definitely up to something. Ichigo didn't respond or comment on her look, instead leaning down so that his lips were just above her forehead. With one hand, he tilted her chin upward, and in a smooth yet cocky tone, he consented to answer her. "Shutting you up." Before she could protest, Rukia found herself in Ichigo's arms with his lips fixed to her own, though it was obvious that his true intention hadn't been just to keep her quiet. As he always did, he was saying clearly, without saying anything at all, "I need you."
Right...I remember now why I love him.
