I stood waiting by the front door for Ichigo. He finally came out of his room and walked to the door. No one was in sight, but we both knew that we were being watched.

"Hey," He mumbled as he looked at me and my hair.

"Hey," I blushed as I noticed how delectably he cleaned up.

"So, you ready to go?" He stuffed his hands in his pockets and sent little balls of fluff flying out.

I nodded to him. He opened the door and let me out first. Then he followed me, but only after he turned back to the open door and said good bye to his family, more or less.

"We're leaving now!" He yelled back to them and closed the front door.

We took a few steps then looked at each other, "So, where should we go?"

"Uh, I dunno, this was your idea," He shrugged.

I sighed. What assistance! I must remember to recommend him for a job as a personal assistant! Jeez, at least he was good for conversation.

"So, we don't know where to go, but we can't return home for a while. Hm, I think we should go chill, right?" I put my hands on my hips.

"Why not, we have nothing better to do,"

I rolled my eyes, "So, on the walk, we should play twenty questions,"

"Huh?"

"I ask you a question, you answer then ask me a question," I pointed back and forth between us.

"Fine,"

I knew he wanted to asked me something, so that was his purpose for his agreement, "Fine, I'll go first, since you seem to want to ask me something,"

"Haku, before we start, I want to make sure that no question is off limits,"

I sighed and put my right hand over my heart and the left in the air, "I swear that there is no limit,"

Satisfied, Ichigo nodded, "Fire away,"

"How far have you gone with a girl before?"

He blushed the darkest I had seen in all my time with him, "Well, I've seen girls naked before, but I haven't even kissed a girl before,"

"That's a bit backwards,"

Eager to move on, Ichigo jumped into his question head-on, "Your boyfriend?"

"That might be more than one question," I pointed out.

"Hey, no limits, remember?"

I glared at him, "You jerk. Fine, my boyfriend and I....Honestly, I think its just sex between us. He tells me he loves me, but I know its just to keep me by his side. I gave him everything without thought, but he only gives me mind-blowing sex, complaints, and orders. I mean, I went into the relationship with no experience, and he thinks he can criticize my every move and gesture. And then, right after sex, he tells me to leave and go do this or that. He doesn't really talk to me, and he just uses me, but I defend him at every turn,"

The next thing I knew, Ichigo was holding me in his arms and I was crying. He kept saying my name over and over again in my hair so I could scarely hear him. I weakly tried to push him away, but he refused to budge. I just gave up and fell deeper into him.

"Ichigo," I mumbled, "Thank you, so much,"

He kissed the top of my head, "No, I'm the sorry one,"

After I stopped completely crying, I looked around, wiping my eyes. I realized that I was sitting on a set of stairs, overlooking the twilight river. Ichigo was next to me, and he was worried about me, but he acted like he wasn't.

"Guess it's my turn again, huh?" I smiled at him to let him know I was fine.

"Yeah," He nodded, relieved to see me back to my happy-go-lucky, perky self.

"So, You never kissed a girl, but have you ever had a girlfriend?"

He sighed, "You still want to be on this track of questioning?"

I nodded.

"No, not officially, not like that,"

"Alright, your turn, but please try no to make me cry?"

"Hey, I didn't mean to-

I pushed against his arm with my head, "I'm just fucking with you,"

He frowned at me, "On the chance of making you cry again, do you see yourself leaving your boyfriend?"

I looked at the newly risen crestent moon, "Honestly, I'm still coming to grips with my realization,"

"So, maybe,"

"Maybe. Do you want me to leave him for you?" I looked into his eyes to see his honest answer.

"Are you sure you really want to know the answer to that?"

I shook my head, "I think I already know, so you can go,"

"Are you cold?"

I was taken aback by that question, "Actually, I am. May I borrow your coat?"

He striped it off and handed it to me. I put it on, daydreaming about how his muscles flexed under his shirt. Wait, what the hell are we doing? Where are we going with this? This flirting, touching, wanting, befriending, dare I say almost loving thing? What ever this toxic, forbidden thing was, it had to be quashed, and now before things got messy.

"Haku, kiss me," Ichigo asked me softly, not as a demand or a get-to-know-you question, but an honest request from the heart.

My heart froze in my chest and my blood became ice and the air in my brain vanished to be replaced with dizzying, frightened, obliging, lusting hormones. I couldn't think or speak my mind or hear the gentle winds blowing against our backs or feel him get closer to me or taste his lips as he kissed me or see him as my eyes fluttered from the heat of the moment.

With a loud crash, everything came back to me, but it was different, like time still had yet to catch up with us. I was happier in this second then I had ever been, but I knew it could not last. I wanted so terribly at this moment to just go away with Ichigo and be free of Aizen, but I knew that was impossible, whether I stayed with Ichigo or not. I knew that I should push Ichigo away to save him, but I was too weak and gave in to my wish to be, well, his girlfriend.

The moment felt right, so that's my reasoning. I don't own Bleach.