Chapter: Thanks For The Memories

Shalan's Say: I have no self control… I had to post this… I'm sorry guys… I let you down… and I lied… cries… please forgive me!!! I love you all… tell me if you forgive me or not in your reviews wink

YAY! LEMONISH THING! I WARNED YOU!

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The new Mrs. Aizen hated her life; she hated it with a passion. She wanted to kill herself every time she thought about it. But then she would feel the ring on her skin and her courage was revived, he was out there, waiting for her… she knew he was. She wanted him to come save her, she was wilting away inside the huge mansion she now owned. She was making her brother happy she thought… but when he came to visit her… he looked sad. She didn't understand it… the only way… she could keep smiling… and keep moving on was Ichigo, his memories… his love… his presence in her mind.

"How are you doing this morning lovely?" Kisuke poked his head into her room. Rukia sat in her large bed, her dainty hands fingering the ring around her neck fondly. She looked up and quickly hid the ring in her nightshirt. "Oh come now… like I don't know what that is…" Kisuke smiled as he walked in and shut the door behind him.

"Kisuke… you're the only friendly face I have left in this world…" She smiled as he sat down next to her on the bed. "And don't get your dirty feet on my good comforter.

"When was the last time you washed this thing?" He questioned and a beeping could be heard from a drawer in the bedside table. Rukia blinked and pulled the drawer open. The box that she put her random trinkets in was beeping… like it had a text message… then she remembered.

"There are 15 miles between us and Washington… it shouldn't be too bad of a drive for me from time to time. We will communicate only by text messages unless absolutely necessary." He handed her a white SideKick and she looked down at it. "My number's already programmed into it… if anything happens use this to contact me…" He motioned to it. "I have one as well…"

"So can't I use my old cell phone?"

"Sure… but don't tell anyone where we are on the phone…"

"Ichigo…" She whispered and opened the box, pulling out the white cell phone. It read one text message from Ichigo Kurosaki.

"Have you been using that to talk to him?" Kisuke asked and she shook her head.

"I'd forgotten I had it…" She slid open the screen and opened the message. 'I jst fnd ths… wndring how ur doing…' She smiled down at it and her fingers flowed across the keypad.

"He's so weird…" Kisuke laughed. "To think that he'd text you behind enemy lines…" He chuckled.

"Yeah… he is weird…" Kisuke watched her play with the necklace around her neck. She put the phone on vibrate and slipped it into her purse a little ways away. "You've got a visitor today… in the form of Renji Abarai… do you want me to tell him to come in or stay outside?"

"Tell him to come in…" She jumped out of bed, suddenly beaming. He grinned at her, so just that one little contact from Kurosaki made her ecstatic… he chuckled. She was the strangest person he knew.

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"Hey baby!" Renji kissed her on the cheek and she smiled up at him. He was surprised to see her in a plain white dress; that was quite beautiful but very simple. She had a blue obi sash around her waist.

"How are you doing?" She smiled at him as he hooked an arm around her waist. She led him out into the sprawling gardens, guiding him through one of the paths.

"I'm alright… I'm happy…" She smiled and thought about Ichigo, his amber eyes flitted across her mind and she almost teared up.

"That's a lie if I've ever heard one…" Renji smiled and pulled her hip closer to his. "I never thought you would ever be Rukia Aizen." He smiled down at her.

"Yeah… I'm not… my name's Rukia Kuchiki…" She looked up at him and he nodded.

"Hmm… Rukia Kurosaki…" He coughed and she made to smack him. It had a nice ring to it.

"No… my real name is Rukia Aizen… I was born Rukia Kuchiki…"

"And you want to be Rukia Kurosaki… right?" She smacked his arm. "I'm glad he warmed you up enough that you show a little skin…" He kissed her cheek and she smacked him away.

"Get!" She laughed. The walked silently for a while, just enjoying each other's company.

"Has he hurt you at all?" Renji questioned.

"No… in fact… he's been rather kind to me…"

"He hasn't asked sex of you yet?" Renji lifted a tattooed eyebrow.

"Nope… and I'm glad of that too…" She wiped her brow. "Sex is a dirty thing…"

"Yes… very hot and sweaty… you and your germophobia would never make it…" he chuckled and she smacked his arm again.

"You know… what I mean…" He ducked his head down.

"I know what you mean…" He sighed, there would be no convincing her. "Go to him…"

"What?" She looked over at him.

"Go to him… Ichigo… run to him… do it while Aizen's not home…" He told her, lifting her head by the chin.

"I can't Renji…" She looked down. "I just can't… I want to… but… something's stopping me… I don't want him to be angry…" her eyes diverted down to the ground and Renji sighed.

"You don't want to upset your husband… well let me tell you this… if it frees you in anyway… if you run a stoplight in the middle of the night when there isn't anyone around… no one can call you a liar when you tell them you didn't…" She blinked at him then got the metaphor… if she went to Ichigo when Aizen wasn't paying attention to her… he couldn't accuse her of doing it…

"Thanks Renji…" she smiled at him and leaned against him. "You wanna be my shrink?" She nearly giggled, his laughter taking over hers across the garden.

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Ichigo tapped a pencil on the desk. He was starting to get annoyed, they hadn't sent him on any cases since he had returned to work and Toshiro was staring at him.

"You want a case?" Toshiro looked over at him.

"YES!" Ichigo jumped up. Toshiro laughed and Uryu banged his hand on the counter, his wife not far behind.

"Shush! Stop getting his hopes up!" Uryu laughed.

"Awe! Come on guys… I'm fine… can't I go do something?" He jumped as the phone rang and he picked it up. "Detective Kurosaki," he grinned broadly as he heard the FBI on the other end. They wanted him to help them. He jumped up and down as he agreed to come help them. "I'M GOING TO NEW YORK!" He danced around in a circle after he hung up.

"Wait…" Uryu held up his hands.

"Isn't that…" Kazumi looked over at Uryu.

"Where…?" Toshiro nodded to answer Uryu question.

"Yeah… that's where she is…" They watched as Ichigo paused with his back to them, his arm still thrown into the air, the brown shoulder holster he had on his back was looser when his shoulder blades were closer together. He put his arm down. Then punched air again.

"YEAH! A CASE!" He jigged again but none of them had seen him contemplate going to see her.

"You are so enthusiastic…" Kazumi lifted an eyebrow as Ichigo disappeared through the door, pulling on his suit jacket as he did.

"He's going to see her isn't he?" Uryu rolled his eyes.

"If I was trapped like a caged bird by a man I hated… would you come save me?" She asked him and he rolled his eyes.

"You women are so melodramatic…"

"You love me anyways…" She smiled and he nodded his head sarcastically from side to side.

"Yeaaah…" He tried to suppress a smile as she frowned at him.

"Right?"

"Oh come on!" He threw his arms up as she and Toshiro began to laugh at him.

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"Okay… I just need you to buy a few things at the store…" Aizen spoke to her as they stood in the kitchen.

"May I go to the park and read after that?" She looked over at him. He had been incredibly nice to her… she wondered what was wrong with him.

"Yes… of course… why are you asking?" He smiled at her. An Aston Martin drove by slowly and she looked at it as Souske leaned down and planted a small kiss on her lips. "I have to go to work… be careful alright?" He smiled, brushing a piece of her hair from her face.

"Okay…" She watched him leave, touching her lips… they were cold. 'Ichigo…' She sighed softly… 'Where are you…' She leaned on the counter with a sigh and Kisuke walked in, patting her on the back.

"I got news for you…" He grinned and she swung around.

"What?" her eyes were wide.

"Ask me nicely…"

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He walked through the streets of New York in plainclothes which was odd for a detective. He wore a pair of jeans and a black short sleeved shirt with "This Is Not Here" across it, he had always thought it was a funny shirt, his orange hair messy as usual. His amber eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark reflective wraparound sunglasses. He kept getting looks from people, mostly women as he walked through the streets. He nodded his head a couple of high school girls and both of them giggled and walked past. He rolled his eyes and pulled up his sunglasses setting them on his head.

"So this is the place huh?" He looked down at the piece of paper in his hand and walked up the stairs. The gun that was on the back of his hip was probably what the people on the street were looking at he figured. He still had to wear his ammunition belt around, he had no choice just in case he ran into trouble…

"Ah! Detective Kurosaki… we've got a kidnapping case set up for you…" One of the agents told him and he nodded.

"Ooh… I love kidnapping cases… c'mon James can't you give me something hard for once?" he asked as he walked into the apartment.

"Sorry Kurosaki… I just heard that you were bored out there in DC so I decided to invite you out here… you doin' alright?" The balding man asked and Ichigo grinned.

"As good as anyone who just regained their ability to walk can be… I'm great…"

"I meant emotionally… I heard you took a real blow… something about the Kuchiki girl you were protecting…" James looked over at him and Ichigo rolled his eyes.

"Yeah… I'm doing okay with that… I mean… you know…" He looked down, no one had really talked about that with him yet.

"Oh… here we go…" James pointed and Ichigo followed his hand and they landed on a broken plant. "We'll talk about that later… help us out with this one first…"

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Rukia sat out under a tree in Central Park, her cell phone next to her. She smiled as she read the recent novel she had bought at the store. She laughed as she read something about gunshots in the spy novel. The author had obviously never been shot at before…

Ichigo ordered a hot dog from the cart and walked off after condimenting (XD is that a word? IT IS NOW!) it as he wanted. He stepped into the grass to sit down but something caught his eye and he dropped the hot dog. There she was, sitting beneath a tree a ways away from him, the woman that he had been dreaming of for nearly a year now. He smiled and shoved his hands into his pockets and trotted towards her.

"HA!" She laughed out loud as the character in the book was shot several times and kept going. "He's gotta go down sometime…" She chuckled and turned the page. He smiled softly and walked up behind her. He peeked around the tree to look over her shoulder.

Kisuke looked up from his own book and noticed the orange haired young man, a smile crossed his lips… so he was here… just like he had thought… he turned his back, pretending that he didn't know what was going on.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" His deep voice spoke from behind her and she turned around quickly, her lips meeting his as he dropped to his knees. The kiss was rough and hard, his hands gripped her face as her lips opened allowing him access to her mouth. He nearly groaned, she was so delicious.

"Ichigo…" She breathed before their lips met again. He leaned closer to her and pushed her back onto the grass, pinning her there. She moaned against him. "…stupid…" she breathed as he pulled away, his chest heaving. "…we're in the middle of the damn park…" was all he heard before pulling her up with him into a standing position. He pulled her up against him again and their lips met again and again, his heated body holding her up against the bark of the tree behind them. Her hands dragged through his hair as one of his hands sunk down the back of her jeans. She gasped at the intrusion but for the first time in her life the prudish young woman didn't protest, instead she pressed her hips hard against his and he pushed back, holding her entire body to the trunk of the tree.

"We have to get out of here…" he whispered to her and she nodded, her eyes opening to meet his. Their bodies were aching, wanting, needing… "Where?" He searched her eyes.

"Come with me…" She grabbed the discarded book and her cell phone and dragged him off in another direction. Urahara turned around and she was gone. WTF? He rolled his eyes… he knew where she had taken him.

He slammed her back up against the wall as they made it into the small apartment. She moaned against his lips as the pressure built higher in her belly. His hands made quick work of her blouse, ripping it off as she yanked off his shirt. She paused for a second to take a long hard study of his body.

His chest was riveted with muscle, the well built pectorals protruded just slightly as his chest curved into the six pack abdominal muscles that lead to the indentation of his hips onto his hardened navel. Her body quivered as she reached out to touch the silky skin above those muscles. He was a maze of muscles; the sinewy flesh beneath his skin was tightly wound; like an electrical cord every part of his body was filled with sexual energy.

He was a fully charged tank of sexual passion. She knew this now; he was an implausibly handsome, strikingly provocative sexual beast.

The scars that lay on his left side made her bite her lip and she gently traced a finger over it. He hissed at her before his lips descended on hers, she had had enough time to explore for now. His hands worked on her bra as her hands searched his back. His back was just as muscular as his chest, rivers of muscle stood out around the indented line of his spinal cord. His lips descended onto her breast as he pulled the offending fabric off and threw it somewhere. He lifted her up by her thighs, resting his hips between her open legs to hold her against the wall as his lips made hot paths across her breasts.

"Ichigo!" His name escaped her lips as his mouth clasped onto one of the pink peaks that was offered to him by her arched back. He groaned lightly as his jeans tightened around him and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head as her hands dragged down his neck. His cell phone rang at that point and his ignored it, dropping his belt onto the floor. Her lips locked back over his, pulling his body closer. His expert hands massaged her breasts, taking her breath away.

"I've waited too damn long for this to stop now…" He whispered to her as the phone rang again, he nipped his way roughly down her neck but the phone was relentless and he pulled away with an utterance of, "FUCK! Who the hell is calling?" He slid her down the wall, his chest heaving. She was so limp her body just continued down the wall to the floor as he answered the phone. "Kurosaki," he tried to breathe normally. "Oh… you did?" He asked, his eyes trained on Rukia. "Alright… I'll be right there…" He hung up the phone and she looked up at him as he pulled her up by her hand.

"What's going on?" She asked as he tossed her bra and blouse to her. He looked away from her as she pulled his shirt on. She smiled, the muscles of his back were tense and rather strained.

"Nothing… I just have a case to deal with…" He walked over to her and pressed her half naked body against the wall as their lips met again. "I love you…" he whispered to her, pressing his forehead to hers. She still didn't say anything… she never did… his fingers touch the ring around her neck. "I will call…" He whispered as their lips met again.

"Yeah… uh huh…" She dragged a hand down his cheek, holding the kiss as long as she could before he pulled away.

"I have to go…" his amber eyes were sad. "This is the wrong place and time anyways…" he told her and she nodded as she clasped the bra back on and pulled on her shirt. "I will call…" He assured her and her eyes darkened. "Would this be considered an affair?" He blinked.

"Yeah… you're a cop breaking the laws he supposed to protect…" She whispered teasingly.

"But I'm protecting the one I love…" he planted another kiss on her lips, a powerful kiss that she felt all the way down to her toes. "See ya…" He grinned and disappeared out the door.

Oh yes… Mrs. Aizen hated her life… more than anything else she could ever hate.

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I was listening to Crazy Bitch while I was writing this… and this lemony type thing is because I had a request for one…

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