My Third Daughter's First Date Chapter 6: Duration and Restraint, a bleach fanfic

Chapter 6 – Duration and Restraint

Summary: "Remember Rukia-chan, if you can't keep it short, be in control."

Fiction Rating: T+ for violence, potty mouth, and other 'stuff.' Nothing too explicit or graphic, its still quite far for me to contemplate on being an adult-porn writer (why, is there such a thing as porn for teens?).

Characters: Isshin, Urahara, IchigoXRukia, and Hollow IchigoXRukia

Disclaimer: I'm working on a long-range hypnotic technique so I can finally own Bleach (insert insane/anime villain laughter).

SPOILERS: Watch the anime? Well, spoilers are up to the Arrancar arc.

WARNING: Fluff-berg, up ahead!

Many of the parts are Rukia-centric, I think the girl deserves it, as Ichigo had most of the spotlight on him before. This slow-paced chapter is an ATTEMPT to write something new, something exciting, stimulating, sexy-as-hell… OMG! Isshin's perversions are slowly getting to me! (Clears throat) I just wanted to try my hand at this. If it's not to your liking, well sorry. Who knows, I may try writing a lemon next time.

No MOM, I'm reading something about Barney here!

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"Listen here, Rukia-chan." The hollow said in a sickeningly mocking voice. "King doesn't get out until I say so, you understand?"

Rukia was unable to reply as she felt difficulty in breathing. Her constricted throat was not helping at all. Damn it!

The hollow snickered. "I wish you could hear him screaming like hell, Rukia-chan. It's such a soothing sound. He was especially weak today you know, all of these conflicting thoughts making him lose control little by little." He peered at Rukia's eyes. "Do you want to save him, Rukia-chan? Do you want to save King from madness?"

Rukia glared at him for all that she was worth. "What… do… you… want?" She choked out.

"15 minutes, Rukia-chan. 15 minutes worth of hot and heavy making-out session with you."

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(flashback)

"Rukia-chan" Isshin said quietly and seriously as Yuzu and Karin dragged Ichigo's body onto the sofa. "There is something important that you have to know."

"Hey, pops, I'm going out to play soccer, okay?" Karin interrupted. Seeing the look in her father's eyes, she took a double take. "What are you going to tell Rukia-san anyway?" She asked suspiciously.

Isshin laughed nervously, "Nothing much, just the most embarrassing things that happened to Ichigo when he was younger, that's all."

Karin looked at their father seriously for a while with narrowed eyes before she nodded. "Well then, I'm outta here."

"Be back by two hours, we still need to take Rukia-chan out shopping." Isshin reminded his child.

As soon as both daughters were out of sight (Yuzu headed to the kitchen to cook lunch), Isshin glanced at Rukia. "Meet me at the clinic, Rukia-chan. The lesson, the most important one of all is yet to be tackled."

Deciding to indulge the older man, Rukia went to the clinic. As she waited for Isshin to return, she took the free time to look at the magazines, looking for any merchandise that was chappy themed.

"Ahem." Isshin cleared his throat to announce his arrival. Rukia looked up to see the head of the household carry a large whiteboard of sorts. He propped it against the door with a grunt. From his pockets, he took out a marker and wrote the words: Duration and Restraint.

"Duration and Restraint?" Rukia read in confusion. "What is that about, Kurosaki-dono?"

Isshin looked somberly at Rukia. "These my dear Rukia-chan are the two most important things you have to know about making out."

Vaguely, Rukia tried to remember something about making-out in the manga she read before. She once heard guys talk about it in low whispers as she once passed by an empty classroom. Naturally curious, she asked Ichigo for an explanation and his opinion on the matter during lunch.

Ichigo was very poised about the matter; he choked on his onigiri for a while, before he eloquently told her to "Shut the hell up."

Beside him, Keigo enthusiastically offered to teach her how to make-out, but before she could even reply, Ichigo immediately gave him a quick and light punch to the head.

Actually, it was an understatement, as Keigo sailed over them, hitting the wall with a dull thud before he slithered to the floor unconscious.

Then Ichigo turned to her and say. "If someone mentions that to you, sock him. He's a pervert." Then he continued eating as if nothing happened.

"Is that a perverted thing?" Rukia asked. "If so, I already know self-defense."

"Who told you it was a perverted thing?" Came the disbelieving look on Isshin's face.

"Ichigo."

Isshin shook his head. "Figures." He turned to Rukia and said "Rukia-chan, making out is a very WONDERFUL experience that transpires on a successful date!"

"Successful date?" She echoed, confused. Why would Ichigo call it perverted if his father thought that it wasn't?

"A VERY successful date." Isshin waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "You see, Rukia-chan, should a date be very satisfactory between the two parties, making out is naturally the next agenda!"

"Oh, is that so…"

"Making-out entails a lot of stuff, Rukia-chan. As young adults, I'm sure that you and your date can do this in a very mature way." He gave Rukia a thumbs-up sign before he continued. "Kissing and petting are required during this make-out sessions."

Okay, so she knew about those two. Rukia's face turned quite red as she recalled the manga she read. Ichigo actually had a fit when he saw the said manga, as it was VERY explicit.

"Naturally," continued Isshin, "as you are going on a date, I have to give you wise advise when making-out."

Oh god, if her brother finds out about this, she was hollow-bait.

"Duration and Restraint means that you must make sure to keep the make-out session short enough or at least remain level-headed to ensure that both of you don't enjoy it too much that it will cause certain snags."

"Snags?" Rukia asked, genuinely wondering why she was subjected to such torture.

"Complications." Explained Isshin patiently. "They're very dire, considering you're under my care and guidance now. I mean children, Rukia-chan; you can get pregnant."

Rukia whimpered in her seat as embarrassment made her face red. Suddenly, she felt a kinship with Ichigo as she realized just how bad a deal he got by having Isshin as his father.

"But its not like I don't want grandkids, Rukia-chan; but maybe you can wait until you're in college first before getting pregnant - "

Somebody kill her now.

"Remember Rukia-chan, if you can't keep it short, be in control."

(End flashback)

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"Well, Rukia-chan, what do you say?" Ichigo's hollow asked her coyly. "15 minutes, and you get Ichigo back."

Should she? Could she trust the hollow to not make it go further than 15 minutes? Could she trust the hollow not to go beyond what making-out was supposed to be?

Think Kuchiki, she thought frantically. The more she kept Ichigo in that nightmare, the greater the chances he would break. True, she had to acknowledge that he was strong, even stronger than her; but Ichigo was not trained for psychological warfare like normal shinigamis. Eventually, he would break, and he would do so completely unless she did something. He needed her help.

Duration and Restraint.

Ichigo.

Duration!

"Three minutes." She said, or rather hissed. It was really hard to talk when someone was attempting to choke you. Keep the contact to the minimum, to make sure that she and Ichigo would survive this.

"Bargaining, eh?" The hollow said, impressed at her boldness. "12 minutes."

"Five." Rukia gritted out, she was not a Kuchiki for nothing.

Ichigo's hollow laughed, a gleeful, maniacal laugh. "I'm saddened you wish to shorten my fun with you, Rukia-chan." He leered at her, "I've been watching you for a long time, and this is all you offer? Ten minutes, that's all."

Duration… Ichigo… Must do something… Anything…

"Seven and no more!"

"Done."

Just as fast as he knocked her against the tree, Ichigo's hollow released its death grip on her neck. Without meaning to, Rukia leaned heavily against the trunk, trying her hardest to breathe properly again. Her eyes were watering and she felt like coughing for a long time. Probably, her voice would remain hoarse as well.

Suddenly, Rukia was grabbed by the front of her shinigami robes and was dragged down to the earth. "What the –

"What, you expect me doing this standing up?" Ichigo's hollow drawled as he placed her underneath him, trapping her wrists over his head with just one hand and nudging her thighs apart with his knee before settling himself comfortably between her legs.

Not wanting to see Ichigo's face twisted with malice, Rukia shut her eyes tightly and waited for her assailant to kiss her.

The next move surprised her. Instead of kissing her lips, Ichigo's hollow bent to kiss the side of her neck instead. He laughed faintly as he slowly dragged his lips and tongue across her exposed skin.

Rukia winced as unfamiliar sensations swamped her senses. It was as if time was being distorted, she couldn't think, couldn't bring herself to move; as if she was paralyzed with something she had no awareness of.

Her neck was then bitten with uncharacteristic gentleness. Rukia wondered at the restraint. After that, she once again felt the Ichigo's tongue lap at the bitten skin, soothing the sting.

No. Not Ichigo, his hollow.

"We are one and the same, Rukia-chan." The hollow murmured against her neck, as if aware of her thoughts. The hot air made her already heated skin tingle more. Rukia choked back a sound; whether it was a sigh, a cry, or a moan, she had no idea. All she could think about now was the feel and texture of the hollow's lips and tongue.

The hollow laughed. He seemed to notice her discomfort.

No. Not him; IT. Hollows are not to be considered as human. Rukia vaguely remembered a lesson during her days at the Shinigami Institute. However, shinigami training never specified something about this. She was not prepared for something remotely like this, and the feeling of inadequacy intensified.

The kiss went on, but this time it was on her left ear. Ichigo's hollow lazily snaked his tongue outside the corners of her ear, tugging at it teasingly with his teeth. This time, she shivered as his tongue traced it. "Rukia-chan." He – no, IT – murmured appreciatively "I love your scent."

Suddenly, the hollow stopped. Rukia took many shallow breaths to calm down. There was no movement, nothing at all. Half-hoping that everything was over and that Ichigo was back to normal, she quickly opened her eyes to take a peek.

The hollow leered at her as he smiled. "Six minutes more to go, Rukia-chan."

Six? Here she was thinking that he went past the time limit, and he said six?

She opened her mouth to say that she demanded proof that everything happened in just under a minute, when Ichigo's hollow quickly swooped down to claim her lips.

And there it was.

The hollow took his sweet time; he nibbled on her lower lip instead, tugging it at the corners as his thumb drew circles on her wrist and his free hand clutched at her waist.

He kissed her slowly, teasingly, agonizing her by the pace he stubbornly set. His tongue then traced her lips, running it across her teeth with a single-minded dedication that coaxed her into allowing him access. Never the one to back down or hesitate from something as surprising as this development, Ichigo's hollow took the opportunity and dipped his tongue in.

If she felt swamped with sensations before, Rukia was positive that she was already drowning. As her mouth was explored, there was no place that wasn't touched. It was as if the hollow wanted to claim ownership of a place that no one had ever gained access to for himself alone.

"Rukia-chan…" He murmured softly as hand caressed her side through her shinigami robes.

His other hand suddenly released hers as it cupped her cheek and tilted her chin upwards to meet him, so that he could still go further into her mouth.

Rukia was unaware of what was happening; one moment she was restrained, the next, her hands were grasping Ichigo's broad shoulders, holding on to them as if they were her lifelines, her anchors against the maelstrom of sensations that were assaulting her.

"Told you. You'd like it." Came the smug voice of the hollow, pleased to have her trembling under him. Leaving the warmth of her lips (Rukia finally sighed, missing the contact), Ichigo's hollow returned to kissing her neck, going south slowly until he reached her collarbone. He then proceeded to give it the same treatment, kissing and nipping it, occasionally running his tongue against the skin that Rukia shivered. "Do you like this, Rukia-chan?" He demanded softly. Continuing giving it small bites while she shook like a leaf trapped outside on a windy day.

As she gripped him closer, he laughed. "Five more minutes, Rukia-chan. We still have a long way to go."

Vaguely, Rukia was thinking that she should hate this thing. This make-out thing that was transpiring between her and Ichigo's hollow because it was wrong. She was supposed to hate it, not enjoy it. What the hell would Ichigo think of her after this?

"Frustrated."

It was only when the hollow responded that Rukia became aware that she spoke out loud.

"Ichigo would be SO frustrated, Rukia-chan."

"Why so?" She gasped out as Ichigo's hollow brought his hands up to cup her breasts.

"The bloody fool's a coward to take the initiative." Came the terse response as he kissed further down her chest, parting her shinigami robes with his teeth.

Rukia pondered on what the hollow said. Did Ichigo want something like this? Belatedly, she realized that he was heading further down to where he should not be while he was slowly discarding her clothing. Is this what Kurosaki Isshin warned him about? Rukia came to the conclusion that this is not and should not be part of their deal. She then realized that if she didn't stop him…

She just might not be able to.

What was the word that Ichigo's father told her to remember?

Restraint. Restraint. If you can't keep it short, be in control.

Quickly, she grabbed a fistful of the hair of the hollow and pulled him back up.

"My, my, Rukia-chan; I didn't know that you had it in you to be aggressive." He chuckled, as Rukia pulled him down to meet her lips. Not one to disappoint, Ichigo's hollow gave her a searing kiss that was nothing like the previous one. It was like he was exercising perfect control all the while, waiting for this exact moment where she was her weakest. To Rukia's horror, she realized that she had been played to do this move, and she was trapped in her own game.

"This is where the fun begins, Rukia-chan." The hollow said heatedly as he kissed her earnestly. This one was all fire and heat, nothing of the teasing and the mocking of before. This time the hollow was dead serious about everything.

Unfortunately, Rukia was too wrapped up in the new, foreign feelings that she failed to realize the true intent of the hollow. If she only knew about, she would have screamed bloody murder or something like that.

She was not aware that her robes were now open, the sleeves wrenched out of her arms. She was not aware of the fact that the hollow was braced on his left forearm above her, while hiss other hand – which was currently tracing patterns on her thigh – was in reality spreading her legs further apart. His body was in setting itself between her legs with more familiarity and single-minded determination, looking for the ideal position that serves a perverse purpose.

His intent was blatantly obvious, but Rukia was unable to figure it out for herself.

Until she felt the undeniable evidence that was now pressed solidly against the juncture of her thighs.

"NO!" She cried out, tearing her lips from his. "Seven minutes!" She reminded him.

He gave her a terrifying smile. "I only need three minutes for this, Rukia, chan."

Rukia's heart lurched as she realized her state of undress. Her robes were now parted fully and they rested behind her waist uncomfortably, bunched up and all. As for her bindings, they were undone as well. Hiding nothing to the eyes of the monster in front of her.

"This was not part of the deal!" She grated out as she tried to stop him from completely removing her remaining clothing.

"I agreed to seven minutes, didn't I? We never discussed anything else." The hollow said, placing a leg over one of hers to keep her still.

"You proposed to MAKE-OUT. This is definitely not it!" Rukia insisted, her voice slowly gaining a hysterical edge to it.

"I guess I wanted more."

"You bastard!" She cried, thrashing about. Unfortunately, he held her wrists back above her head, securing it with one hand as he continued to pull down her robes.

"Shut it, Rukia-chan; you'll only hurt yourself, and frankly I don't care shit about that."

Rukia, in anger, decided to give the hollow a headbutt and she tried to knee him as well. "Ichigo! She shouted desperately, "Ichigo!"

The hollow suddenly held her in a choking neck hold. "Didn't I just say that the King is out?" He said in irritation as he pressed his hand on Rukia's neck, making her vision swim out of focus.

Ichigo…

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"Enough!" Ichigo was shouting. He was already reliving her mother's death for 20 times now; Rukia being taken away to soul society 19 times; Grimmjaw hurting her for 18 times; and seeing Tatsuki, Chad, and Inoue beaten by the Arrancar, Yammy many times as well.

His hollow really was a sick bastard.

Somewhere in his mind, Ichigo could hear a voice shouting. He was afraid that it might be his mother, Rukia, or anyone else. "Stop it." He hissed. "Stop it!"

"Ichigo!" The voice cried out.

It was Rukia.

"I'm sorry," he muttered to himself as he desperately tried to find Zangetsu amidst the rain-splattered pavement, "I'm really sorry."

"Ichigo!"

God, he cried in his head, why was Rukia sounding so desperate for his help. That never happened before. Rukia would never –

"Ichigo!" There it was again. Something was wrong. But he was in his hollow's world, how sure could he be that something was wrong outside. For all he knew, he might be lying down there, twitching or something.

Wait. Ichigo thought, blocking the voices aside from the one that was different. This was his hollow's world, despite hearing maniacal laughter, Ichigo was not sure if the bastard was really here. He had been caught up in the illusion that he forgot to find the hollow and kick his ass.

If he was here, the hollow was…

Rukia!

The hollow was with Rukia right now!

Staggering, Ichigo stood up. Oi, if that bastard hollow thought that he can get away by pulling that trick, he was wrong; Terribly wrong. He strove for concentration as he blocked out the voices. Focus Ichigo, focus on getting out of here, on getting to Rukia.

Ichigo held out his hand to the side. Reiatsu flared from his entire body, engulfing him in a white light. The hollow would pay for bringing him here. "Zangetsu!" He called out. The sword slowly materialized, as the bindings whipped all around him.

"Bankai!"

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You just ruined my fun, King. The hollow said angrily.

Yeah? Well you're lucky I didn't kill you, bastard. He replied hotly.

His hollow laughed. Aww, King… like you can? You're so pathetic that I got you trapped in my world! And it was just SO easy! Maybe you won't get so lucky next time.

Fuck you, and get lost! Ichigo shouted at the hollow.

There was a resounding echo of laughter. King, I would have, but you just interrupted me.

What?

(Page Break)

Ichigo felt Rukia trembling as he gained consciousness. He found himself, to his surprise on top of her, with his face buried against her neck. Slowly, he became aware of his surroundings. They were lying down on the ground and the wind was cold against his skin. Strangely though, he felt warm – heated even. On reflex, he clenched his hand on whatever it was that he was holding on to. He felt the earth and grass on his right, and on his left…

Oh shit. It was bare skin, something that Ichigo knew belatedly that he was not supposed to be holding on to like this. Quickly, his head reared up. He was really planning on removing his offending hand and jump off Rukia, but as his eyes instinctively followed his hand, he found himself unable to move at all.

Oh god. Rukia was almost naked and he was latched on to her breast. Just what the hell did the hollow do this time? What did he do to her?

Ichigo felt a myriad of emotions wash over him. Guilt. Shame. Remorse. Fear. Pain. Rage. Helplessness… and even the feeling of need and want.

Rukia just stared at Ichigo. It seemed that he gained control of himself at the nick of time. Oh god, he was all right, nothing happened to him. For a second, she thought that Ichigo had been defeated; she felt guilty of not trusting him, of not believing in his strength.

Right now, he looked worse for wear.

"Ichigo." She finally said. The young man snapped out of his trance and looked at her guilty. He was obviously embarrassed. Sensing that he would leave, she immediately took hold of his arms. She had to do something or Ichigo would be beside himself, blaming not his hollow but his weakness for this incident. "Ichigo, you idiot." She said softly. "You had me worried for a second. Tomorrow you start a new training regimen, you hear?"

"Rukia." He was able to say as he hastily removed his hand from her breast. He made a move to stand, but she was holding on to him tightly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You came back."

Ichigo looked troubled for a while, but he soon was scowling "I'm going to tear him limb to limb!" He looked at her worriedly. "Rukia… did he… did he hurt you or anything?"

"I'm fine."

Was it just her imagination but did Ichigo actually gave her that appreciative glance that his hollow gave her? His red face was answer enough. The hollow said that he wanted to those things, those things that transpired earlier and that he was just too much of a coward to do so. Rukia wanted to see if it was true, but if it could destroy the camaraderie that they have…

Screw the camaraderie; she just saw a flash of desire come up in his eyes.

Quickly, Rukia grabbed him by his nape and pulled him down so her lips could meet his. She felt Ichigo tense, but since he didn't pull away, Rukia didn't stop either.

Do you want this, Ichigo? She asked him without question, as she pressed small kisses on his lips. Hesitantly, she attempted to do what the hollow did earlier; she tugged at his lower lip gently with her teeth.

Do you want me, Ichigo? She asked again as she parted her lips and slowly ran her tongue against his teeth.

Exhaling loudly, Ichigo finally responded. He returned her kisses and he followed her lead briefly, before taking over. As he softly made his tongue meet with hers, he ran his hand through her tresses, reveling in the soft strands that were Rukia's hair.

Pulling his lips away for a moment, Ichigo took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the earth, of Rukia and her maddening jasmine perfume that mingled with her own body's scent. Then he dipped his lips again to meet her waiting ones.

Ichigo gave in to what he had been dying to do. He carefully held Rukia's left breast, massaging it gently. It was a perfect fit, he mused, punch-drunk with the feeling of euphoria that was running across his veins.

Rukia gasped against his mouth; before she sighed as she felt and enjoyed the ministrations that ichigo was giving her. Unable to stand remaining passive for long, she wound up her hands to run them through Ichigo's orange hair. Making small tugging motions that told Ichigo to continue.

Ichigo decided that no matter how much he liked kissing Rukia's lips, he definitely wanted to try something else. Slowly, he placed small kisses at her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and temple, as if memorizing the contours and plains of her face with his lips. He stole a look at the woman in his arms and was pleased to find her eyes closed and her face flushed with pleasure at their making-out. Ichigo kissed her closed eyes as well, feeling the long lashes tease his lips as her eyes fluttered yet remained still. As Ichigo looked on, his eyes narrowed as he saw the reddened marks that his hollow left on the skin of Rukia's neck.

"What's wrong?" She asked him, opening her eyes to see the fierce look in Ichigo's face.

"He dare do this to you?" He asked in a hiss. "I will really kill him." Suddenly, his gaze went back on her gently smiling face. "Sorry." Ichigo said sheepishly. Suddenly, his eyes flashed with mischief as an idea came across his thoughts.

"Mind sharing the joke?"

"Don't mind me." He assured her, bending down to her neck. "I'm going to make sure you remember something else when you see these hickeys tomorrow."

Rukia bit back a moan as Ichigo slowly kissed the marks on her neck. He was gentle as he bit on it and soothed it with his own tongue. "Ichigo," she whispered in a breathy and heavy voice as if she was in a dream.

Suddenly, Ichigo stopped. "Time to go home." He said quietly, as he quickly adjusted her clothing. Helping her sit, Ichigo pulled the sleeves back up to cover her shoulders.

"Ichigo?" Rukia asked, confused. It was all going well, wasn't it? He stopped for no apparent reason at all. Or was there any? For a second, she wondered if Ichigo regretted it, and he was feeling guilty or something. Dejectedly, she looked down to concentrate on fixing her clothing, trying to hide the disappointment that was building.

Ichigo ruffled her hair affectionately. "Rukia." He said somberly. "Look at me, please."

Rukia continued to put up a valiant fight with her clothing; the obi was just too much to handle right now. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Rukia, please look at me."

Warily, Rukia lifted her head to face him.

Ichigo brushed his thumb against her lower lip as he looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face. "Would you believe if I said that I want this?" He looked at her as Rukia fell silent, assessing his words. "I do, I really do. But this is not the right time. Trust me on this, please."

Ichigo looked carefully at her. "I have to make sure that I can fully suppress the hollow in me. I don't want him being near you – ever."

"Ichigo." Rukia wanted to say that she understood and that she was confident in him, but Ichigo continued on.

"I enjoy being with you, a whole lot and I want this thing a great deal, don't get me wrong. But the timing is way off. I want more from this; something more meaningful and remarkable." He then took hold of Rukia's cheek and looked into her eyes. "I also want a REAL date, with a romantic dinner, music, soft lights, dancing – the works. I want a date that has flirting and a whole lot of groping in between. I want these make-out sessions to continue uninterrupted. The first time between us must be special, and I want it in a room, on a bed, where we don't run the risk of getting seen by people – most especially by my father, damn it!"

At the petulant and almost whiny tone, Rukia was tempted to laugh. However, she bore with it and settled for a smile instead.

"I want you to be as sure as I am." Ichigo said seriously. "I want you to think about it on your own. I'm willing to wait for you as long as you want Rukia, even if it takes this lifetime. Because when you give me your answer and its what I'm hoping for, you won't get a second chance to back out on me – ever."

Rukia's breath hitched at the possessive tone that Ichigo used. "I won't allow anyone, and I mean anyone to take you from me. Not Soul Society, not your brother, not Renji; no one. That's why you better think twice to make sure. Because when I say that I want you, I'm not putting an expiry date on it"

Suddenly, Rukia felt as if her heart was two sizes bigger for her body. She felt weightless, as if the wind can pick her and carry her anywhere. Despite his obvious regard for his badass image, Ichigo can actually be surprisingly romantic. She mused on the fact that she didn't even hear him give her a mushy declaration of love and undying devotion. Yet somehow, his style of declaration was more heartfelt, more believable than any sappy romance show, because it was undoubtedly Ichigo in its simplicity.

It was the most poignant thing she had ever heard.

There were so many things she wanted to say, but Rukia realized that there was a place for that. "Let's go home." She said instead.

This time, Ichigo held her hand.

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It was almost midnight when Ichigo and Rukia found themselves nearing the Kurosaki household. "Your father mentioned something about a kiss should the date go well."

Ichigo gave her an incredulous look. What was she talking about? They had been making out for quite a while and she was wondering about a good night kiss?

"Your father specifically said that it should be done outside the door too."

Ah, so that was it. Really, his old man was such a predictable pervert. More likely, Isshin was trying to get pictures of them kissing than anything else. "C'mere." He said as he pulled Rukia's arm so she was pressed against him. "My old man really wasn't helpful. He failed to mention that the 'kiss for a satisfactory date' can be done just about anywhere, you know."

"Really?" She asked in surprise. "I didn't know that."

Ichigo grinned. "Next time you want to know, tell me. I'm more honest and less perverted than my old man."

"Oh I don't know." Rukia said, contemplating his words. "I like that perverted side of you – provided it's just for me, of course."

"You got that one right, Rukia."

Smiling, Rukia grabbed the front of his shirt as he leaned towards her. "Now?"

"Yeah." He said as he melded his lips with her again. He slowly walked until Rukia was against the wall that hid them with a large shadow from the eyes of anyone who may pass by.

It took a while before they parted. Rukia face was red and she was panting from the effort they exerted. Ichigo on the other hand was similarly flushed, yet he had a smug look on his face.

"See. One kiss for a satisfactory date."

Rukia nodded. Oh yes, it was absolutely better if Ichigo was the one who taught her about these things. He gave such great examples that made the lesson more interesting. Suddenly –

"Ichigo. Your father mentioned something about French Kissing."

"Um… THAT'S just what happened."

"What about Fellatio? Your dad said –

Oh god, his father was such a PERVERT!

(Page Break)

"My, my, Kurosaki-kun moves REALLY fast, doesn't he?" Urahara said as he studiously fanned himself. "Surprisingly, they arrived later that 11pm too."

"Meh." Complained Isshin as they looked at the young couple that were headed upstairs. "Oi, Ichigo, separate rooms, you hear? Separate rooms!"

Ichigo spun around to face his father angrily "Why you, pervert!"

Isshin did not miss the fact that his son denied any untoward intent.

"No creeping in your sisters' room too."

"Shut up!"

Isshin now had a mad grin as he saw Ichigo's face flame in embarrassment. "I hope you kept IT in your pants; eh, son?"

"I'm going ahead to retire now, Kurosaki-dono… er… UNCLE." Rukia said, bowing respectfully. "A pleasant evening, Urahara-san; thank you for a nice evening, Kurosaki-kun."

As she stood up, her eyes met Ichigo's.

Goodnight, Ichigo.

Sleep well, Rukia.

Without another word, Rukia turned and headed upstairs.

Isshin and Urahara watched the silent exchange. "Ohoho!" Isshin said in delight, clapping his hands daintily. "Something tells me, my little boy is all grown up…" Immediately, he dashed to his late wife's memorial poster. "Oh my Masaki!" He sobbed happily. "Our little boy; our little boy has found love and passion! I'm so proud."

"Pipe it, old man. My sisters are sleeping." Ichigo ordered.

"Tell me that you got through SOME of the bases, Ichigo." Isshin pleaded.

Sending his father a horrified glance, Ichigo spluttered "Why you – you! Leave me alone!" He said, walking up the stairs stiffly.

Isshin turned to Urahara and raised a thumb in a happy manner "Score!"

Urahara stifled a laugh that could probably wake up the household. Isshin really enjoyed baiting his son. The look on the kid's face was priceless. It was as if Ichigo was accusing them of spying on them.

"Finally." Isshin sighed. "Thought it would take much longer." He glanced at his old friend, "You owe me money, by the way."

The official version is that the two old men had no idea about what transpired that night. As for the baseless accusations of spying on his son and his third daughter – who just might soon be his daughter-in-law – they were innocent. Former shinigami captains like him and Urahara considered meddling on others' personal and romantic affairs beneath them. No, they never left the house to follow the two on their much-delayed date.

It was a black cat that saw the whole thing and related it to them while the said couple were otherwise…err, preoccupied at a certain ally near the house.

But, let's just keep that a secret – for now.

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A/N: There. There ends my foray into writing mature fanfictions. I had a goal and intent, I just think that I lost it somewhere down the road. It wasn't even graphic! As for the romantic idea, I think it went well, though I'm expecting a lot of contradictions.

Anyway, I hope you guys like this. The last part had a lot of fluff! I hope it wasn't bad. I tried not to make Ichigo act OOC with his 'declaration' of affection. Knowing Ichigo, I doubt that he'd say anything overtly mushy or all (besides, I had my fill of sappy romantic lines in chapter 5 anyway)

I had a hard time writing this, you know. I'm sure you guys wondered why Ichigo's hollow was very considerate and somewhat polite – compared to how bloodthirsty and crude he acts in the manga and the anime, but I just wanted to show just how ruthless he can be by pretending affection or warmth just to get into a girl's pants. Sometimes, being very polite and considerate can be scary too (Hannibal Lecter, C. Leshay, etc.) To otaku-drea who expressed her wish to see Ichigo wake up and be Rukia's first kiss, my deepest apologies, I hope that you found this story to your liking instead. Don't worry, being the first doesn't mean being the last, right?

So… for those who read and enjoyed (or otherwise, I'm not picky) my story, drop a line so I would know. This is not the final chapter; I have an epilogue in mind, so please wait for it, okay?

See ya!