"So, care to change your answer?" Ichigo asked, holding me tightly in his arms.

I looked up at him, "To which question?"

"The one about breaking up with your boyfriend,"

I smirked at him playfully, "Now why would I want to give up something I just got?"

He frowned at me.

"Oh, you mean the other guy? I'd break up with him right now if I could, but he's kinda hard to get in touch with, so it may take awhile. But, as far as I'm concerned, there is no other, just you," I smiled at him and stoked his face.

He grabbed my hand, "Haku, this really is crazy,"

I sat up and turned so we were face-to-face, "What is?"

"I just met you, but I really like you, but at the same time, it feels like you're hiding something," He shook his head in frustration.

I held his head with my free hand, "I know this has to be hard for you to say and to feel, but I just want you to know that you're not alone. I really like you too,"

He smiled, "We should probably head home. We have a lot to talk about,"

I nodded and stood up slowly, "How would you feel if I cut my hair?"

He looked at me curiously as he popped up, "I like you no matter what you look like,"

"Yeah, if looks mattered, you probably would have dated Orihime a long time ago,"

"So, what brough that on?" Ichigo asked about my hair talk.

Of course it was my deal with Karin, "Let's just say I made a deal with someone,"

"About us? About this?"

I patted the top of his head, "And people say you're not the brightest plant in the garden!'

"Haku,"

"Alright, I'm sorry,"

"You're just lucky I'm so forgiving," He wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"I am," I reflected more on events I knew would be coming, events that I caused, rather then trivial comments made now.

We were silent until we reached the clinic, "So, I guess we're going public now. You ready Ichigo?"

"With you, I could take on anything,"

"You did before, so I know you can now," I wrapped my arm around his waist.

The door opened before we took another step. Isshin, Karin, Yuzu, and Rukia stood in the doorway staring at us. Isshin was sobbing, but I'm not sure if it was for seeing his son with a girl or if it was something else. Knowing him, it would be something else. Karin looked at us stoically. Yuzu was happy to see Ichigo with me. Rukia, on the other hand, just looked pissed beyond all belief.

"Uh, can someone please say something?' I asked, the silence completely nerve racking.

"Oh, Ichigo! My boy is finally a man!" Isshin finally burst out.

"Oh, brother!" Yuzu started to cry.

I left Ichigo's side, walked over to Yuzu, bent before her, and hugged her, "Don't worry, I won't take him away, I promise,"

She shook her head, "It's not that, I'm just so happy,"

I smiled and looked back at Ichigo, "Karin, you can cut my hair when ever you're ready to,"

Karin looked at Ichigo, "No, you haven't hurt him, yet,"

I nodded with a sad smile, "I'm glad everyone is alright with this,"

Ichigo walked up behind me, tapped my shoulder and pointed to Rukia. She had already gone inside, but I didn't care because no one could ruin this moment, especially that super bitch.

"My son finally has a girlfriend. Oh, sweet Masaki, our boy is growing up," Isshin ran back inside the house to the large poster of Masaki that hung on the wall.

"Well, it's not like too much will be changing," I said as we followed him inside, Ichigo holding my hand as we walked.

"Haku, I'm really glad Ichigo chose you," Yuzu hugged me and ran off.

I looked back at Ichigo, "Good thing your family likes me,"

"To be honest, I'm surprised. Not because of you, because of them. I thought that they would hate my first girlfriend, no mater who it was," Ichigo shook his head.

I smiled at him, "Well, it's still early yet in the relationship. But it's pretty late right now. I think I'm going to go to bed now. Good night, Karin, Yuzu, Isshin, Ichi,"

"You sure?" Ichigo asked me.

"Yeah, all of this has sapped me of my energy. See you in the morning," I hugged him.

"'Night," He kissed my cheek and released me.

I stumbled to my room like a drunk woman who drank the whole bar dry. I laid down on the bed fully dressed and stared at the ceiling. So, Ichigo was mine now, but at a terrible price, not that anyone but myself knew. I hated lying to him, but I knew that if I told him the truth, he would leave me, and I liked him too much for that. No, reverse that, I don't like him, I love him. I know I've only known him for about a week now, but I am sure about that. He listens to me, he makes me smile, he takes my breath away, he pays attention to me, he cares about me and my safety, and he gets me. How could I want anyone else? How could I have mistaken my feelings for Aizen for love? Easy. Before I met Ichigo, I didn't know love. God, how could I have lived without this feeling, without Ichigo for so long? I didn't. I was just a shell, a shell waiting to met Ichigo. I am so happy, because I am so in love.

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