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A/N: Once again, I'm very sorry for any spelling mistakes.

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Perfection

Chapter 3

Lunch time, a time where the students of Karakura High take a long break from their melancholic classes and just relax. Some of them hang out at the cafeteria, some of them hangout at the garden and a certain some of them hangout at the roof top.

"Ichigo, what is this?" Rukia asked, holding a juice box in front of Ichigo's face.

"..." the orange-haired teen responded with a blank expression on his face. "It's a juice box."

" I know that. What I meant is, what flavor is it?"

"Strawberry."

"How could it be?!"

"What the hell are you rambling about?"

"It's your flavor?"

"What?!"

"You said it's strawberry flavored. Strawberry equals Ichigo. Ichigo equals You." Rukia explained a-matter-of-factly.

Ichigo slapped himself on the head. 'Can she be any stupider than this?' he thought, putting down his hand, which was on his forehead a moment ago, to his knee.

"Well?" Rukia asked once more.

"Well what?" Ichigo answered, a glint of annoyance in his voice.

"Why didn't you tell me you have a flavor named after you?"

"I don't!"

"Then why-"

"Argh! Shut up, will ya?!"

"Fine, then!" Rukia said, picking up the straw and poking it in the straw hole. Well, at least, she was trying to. What she was actually doing was poking it in random directions. "Dammit! Why does this have to be so damn hard?" she yelled, poking it even harder. Fortunately for her, Ichigo was the only one whose there, so she doesn't have to use her sweet and innocent demeanor. Keigo and Mizuiro went to flirt with older girls, Chad is buying his lunch, Ishida mysteriously disappeared and Orihime, Tatsuki and the group of girls decided to eat at the garden.

Ichigo sighed, running a hand through his bright orange hair. "You never learned do you?"

He complained while Rukia was just sitting there,gritting her teeth in anger and frustation, still randomly poking her straw.

Ichigo went behind her and crouched down, peeking from the right side of her head. A blush rise up to his cheek as he stopped her desperate attempt to poke the straw hole and put both his hands on each of hers. He led her hand (which hold the worn-out looking straw) to the straw hole and poke it successfully.

A smile lighted up to Rukia's face. "Thanks, Ichigo!" she said, tilting her head to her upper right, also turning her head so she can see the taller teen better.

Realizing how close they are, Ichigo let go of her hands and slide 10 feet back, the back of his right hand covering his blushing face.

'Hm... his face sure is red. Maybe he has a fever,' Rukia thought, drinking her juice while looking at the blushing teen. She stopped drinking from her juice box, put the said juice box down and started walking towards him.

'What the hell is she doing? Why is she approaching me? Why her? Why ME?' the carrot-top thought, blushing more than ever. 'Wait a minute! Why the hell am I thinking about thi-' his train of thoughts was disrupted by the purple-eyed-shinigami-in-a-gigai in front of him.

"Oi, Ichigo," the said shinigami-in-a-gigai went down to her knees, right in front of him. Her face went closer, until there's only about 6 inches between their noses. "Do you have a fever?" she continued, putting her hand on her forehead and the other one on his. "'Cuz you sure look like a beetroot to me."

Ichigo seriously feels like fainting right now. But he quickly denied that thought, thinking, 'Kurosaki Ichigo does not faint because of a mere pint sized midget!'. He pushed the said – or rather, thought- pint sized midget gently and stood up. Shaking his blush off his face, he put on his usual scowl and said, "No, I don't, midget," coldly.

A vein popped out on Rukia's head as she clenched her hand to a fist and then using the exact same fist to bruise Ichigo's right arm. "NEVER! Call me a midget!" she yelled furiously.

"Fine, fine...shorty," he replied, rubbing the sore bruise on his arm.

"What's your problem?!"

"It's none of your business!"

"What the hell do you mean by that?!"

"You heard me well! It's! None! Of! Your! Freakin'! Business!"

"You're such a hard headed imbecile! Ugh!" she exploded, throwing her juice box (which she managed to pick up before hand) right at his scowling face. It managed to blow the juice inside successfully all over his face which displayed a look of disbelief. The shinigami-in-a-gigai stormed off, stomping her foot as she does so. She slammed the door behind her as she ran downstairs.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, Strawberry..." a voice called to him.

"She'll never feel the same way as you do if you treated her that way, you know..." a second voice called to him, speaking in as-the-matter-of-fact tone.

"Keigo! Mizuiro! What the hell are you doing here?" Ichigo asked, avoiding their gazes that fell upon him while wiping the strawberry juice off his face. "I thought you went to flirt with older women. And what the hell do you mean by she won't feel the same way as I-" he was cut off by his black-haired friend.

"We did," Mizuiro said.

"He got ALL the girls..." Keigo sighed, jerking his thumb at his always-popular-with-older-women friend. "Anyway, WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR??"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Ichigo asked, clueless expression written all over his face.

"Kuchiki-san sure looked pissed when she stormed off. Don't you think?"

"That's her problem..." Ichigo muttered.

"Say what you wanted to say but I'm just saying you should apologize to her..."

"Che! I'm not doing that ever!"

"Fine. I was just saying... Let's go anyway, gym is starting soon..."

Rukia ran down to her locker to vent her anger, before she turned her head quickly as the mysterious reiatsu appeared again. She looked around as the reiatsu dissippated yet again. 'What the hell is going on?'

"Kuchiki-san!!" Orihime called from the end of the hall.

"Y-Yes?"

"Let's go change! Gym is starting in 10 minutes!"

"I'll be right there!" Rukia quickly glanced around to make sure that the reiatsu have completely dissippated and ran towards the orange-haired girl.

A/N: Fuh...finally...it took me ages to type this down. I've had the whole idea in my trusty notebook, just haven't got the time to type it down yet. And it will probably be on hiatus for at least 5 days, since I'm going to an art camp. Sorry!