Disclaimer: I keep forgetting this… I don't own Bleach or any characters mentioned! But I own my happiness!

Lightning and Thunder

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By: Neokura

Beep, beep, beep, beep, be- Slam!

Ichigo slammed his hand down on the alarm clock and let out a huge groan. For some reason he didn't want to move. He didn't want to wake up. At least not quite yet. Ichigo slowly forced his eyes open and looked around at his room. There was light streaming through his small window, illuminating every thing around them. Ichigo turned around and looked down at the still sleeping figure beside him. He frowned slightly as he tried to squirm out of Rukia's choke hold. Rukia stirred but did not release him.

"Rukia… Rukia… Rukia please, let go." Ichigo whispered to his sleeping companion. Rukia's violet eyes slowly fluttered open and she stared at Ichigo.

"Ano… Ichigo why are you so close to me?"

"Because you won't let go of me." Ichigo said annoyed.

Rukia's face turned crimson and she let go of him. "I-I'm so sorry Ichigo…!"

Ichigo frowned and scooted away from the girl. "You know Rukia… I really don't mind… that much…"

Rukia's face heated up even more and she turned away.

Ichigo had a little inner gasp and he turned away immediately. "Well…ano… yeah you get… I didn't mean it like that!"

"Ichigo, we should go. Were gonna be late to school." Rukia said as she slowly and hesitantly started to get to her feet. Suddenly Ichigo pulled the covers from around him. Everything happened in a flash. At one moment Rukia had been getting up and the next her legs had gotten tangled in the sheets and she lost her footing and fell. Right on top of Ichigo.

"Ow… Rukia get off me…" Ichigo groaned and looked at his situation. Rukia was on top of him, pressing down hard into his chest. His face, that was finally calming down flared back up making it even redder. His mind was going wild with thoughts about their position.

Rukia looked down at Ichigo and practically threw herself off. "S-S-S-Sorry!"

"J-Just g-get dressed!" Ichigo yelled out in a hoarse whisper as he got to his feet and ran out of the room, grabbing his clothes in the process.

Rukia sank to the ground the second Ichigo had left. Her face was bright pink and her heart was racing like a horse after running the Kentucky Derby.

Rukia got up and quickly dressed in her usual uniform. She turned to the open door and shook her head slightly. Ichigo needed to be alone. She knew that much…

Ichigo slammed the door to the bathroom and looked the door instantly. His heart was racing and his face was no less red than before. He couldn't believe what had just happened. 'I-I-I can't believe that really happened… I-I mean she was so close… so close that I could have just… just…' Ichigo shook his head banishing the thoughts from his head. He hated this. This power she had over him. The power to make him feel so… so… he didn't even know what she made him feel like. But he knew it was something different. Something that he didn't want to feel but yet at the same time he craved it. Ichigo sank to the ground and moaned. He could still feel her body against his. The way she moved, the scent of her sweet breath, the breath of a mint flavored angel. 'Hmmm… I wonder if her lips taste like mint' No, No, NO! I must not think that way about Rukia!'

"What's wrong with me?!" Ichigo moaned out.

"ICHIGO" Came a voice from outside.

"What the hell do you want dad!" Ichigo yelled back at him in fury as he got to his feet.

"You're crying in the bathroom son! Do you need your daddy to make it all better?" Isshin said happily busting down the door.

"DAD! I'm not crying! Get the hell out of here!" Ichigo yelled kicking his dad out.

"Ichigo!!!! You're so mean!!!!" Isshin yelled as he ran downstairs and cried over the picture of his mom.

"Why does everyone have to torture me in the morning!?" Ichigo moaned again as he yanked on his cloths.

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Orihime looked out of the window in her room. "Ichigo…" She whispered dreamily. She was always dreaming of him… everything about him… she loved him, and she knew it. "Oh Ichigo. Why, why can't you ever accept me?" She rolled over and stared at the ceiling from on the floor. "That's it. I'm going to do it. I'm going to tell Ichigo how I feel." Orihime said confidently. She got to her feet and walked over to her closet to start the day.

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Sorry! I had to make this short! I have nothing else to say really. At least I'm not in the mood to say it. It's just I have no choice. It's not writers block it's the fact It needs to be two separate chapters.

The reason it's late is strictly soccer and honors English. Stupid book report….

Editor: Keira-chan

Dedicated To: Kanashimi-kun

((I lied. My Editor owns my happiness… but she won't give it back! But I have hers so I'm a happy camper… I won't give it back!))