Rukia puffed her cheeks and dropped into the seat, muttering.
"I told you, I'm not a kid."
Ichigo looked at her, a slight smile pulling at his lips.
"Oh, is that so? With your age compared to mine and the way you're acting right now, you seem to be pretty much a kid to me."
He laughs shortly, when he saw the glare Rukia was giving him now, so very much like an angered little girl.
"Don't be so angry. I'll get called a boy all the time by my mate. Well, you probably would be an infant in his eyes then..."
Rukias face turned several shades of red in anger and her cheeks puffed out even more.
Ichigo can't help himself but start to laugh heartily at the sight.
The petite woman came to like that laugh and lost her pouting expression, moments before Ichigo stopped.

"Alright. I'll fill you in with everything you need to know. But before that; do you want something to drink? I have pretty much anything here."
He offered and received a stern look from Rukia.
"I'm still a minor in Japanese laws. You should know that yourself."
"A coke then?"
She nodded and he brought her a glass of the cool drink.
"You really don't look like you're older than me. Why are you drinking wine? And at that time of day to boost?"
Ichigo sat back down in his seat and took a sip of his drink as if to mock her.
"I said it some times now, haven't I? Though I haven't said it straight forward, but I'm a lot older than your eyes can tell. As for this. This isn't wine. I would never drink something like that. It tastes bad and dulls my senses. No, little Rukia-chan, this is something entirely different. You will understand, once I am finished telling you about me and V.A.S.T.."

After two hours of explaining and answering questions, Ichigo had yet to get a reaction from the petite female that sat in front of him.

She was just sitting there, eyes downcast since several minutes.
Ichigo was anticipating every possible reaction, when she suddenly spoke.
"You really think I'd believe that? Vampires? Really?"
She jumped from her seat, now yelling directly into his face.
"That fairytale has grown old, long before V.A.S.T. even existed. Don't try to fool me. V.A.S.T. as a matter of fact is an organization funded by the world governments to observe and erase anyone who knows too much or got in their way. You're a bunch of assassins, strutting around in front of our noses, without us seeing your true colors!"

Ichigo quirked an eyebrow, he had anticipated a reaction like that, but not the accusation she spoke.
Slowly he rose from his seat, stepped over to Rukia and took her chin in his hand, to raise her face.
He had known that telling her would mostly not convince her, so he had to resort to the proving.
"Oh, but little Rukia-chan. Vampires are very real."
Ichigo bared his fangs to her in an open mouthed smile.
"But you're right, we're assassins, or at least we of the Shichi Shikei are something similar to it. So what will it be. Join us or..."

Just then Rukia grabbed one of his fangs and pulled with all her strength on it, her expression not the slightest bit impressed by the show Ichigo was pulling off.
The orangette swatted her hand away, tears standing in the corners of his eyes.

"Ow. Why the hell did you do that?"
Rukia just looked at him blankly.
"Glued incisors?"
She asked and Ichigo bellowed at her.
"They aren't glued! They're real! You here me? R-E-A-L. Were you fucking trying to pull it off?"
"Real?"
Ichigo nodded and licked over his fang with the tip of his tongue, wondering how that small person could have such strength.

"I don't believe it."
If it would be possible his jaw would be hanging on the floor right now as he stared disbelievingly at Rukia.
He stepped over to his glass, picked it up and handed it to her.
"Here. That's blood. Fangs, Blood, Vampire. You get it kid?"
He said, pointing at his teeth, the glass and himself one after another.

Rukia eyed the liquid in the glass, then stuck her finger in it and took a taste of it.
She pulled a grimace when the coppery tang touched her taste buds and looked up at Ichigo.
"How much have you been drinking of that?"
"Five glasses."
"If you'll drink any more you'll be puking it out again."
Ichigo spun around, gripping at his orange tresses of hair, as Rukia sets the glass away giving it a last disgusted look.

"I can't believe it. How can you be so stolid?"
A new voice answered his frustrated question, though it needn't one.
"If I remember correctly another person in this room, denied the existence of Vampires as much as she does, when he had been confronted with it."
Ichigo turned to the newly arrived guest.
"Don't compare me with her, Shiro. I believed it when I saw one with my own eyes. I believed everything, I just didn't like how things were."
"Yea, Yeah. I know. But times change. I think you need something a bit more convincing than just some fangs and a bit of blood in a glass."
The orangette eyed Shiro, while the albino male sat on Ichigos former seat and poured himself a glass of blood.

"What shall I do then?"
"Take her on a hunt."
Ichigo scoffed.
"Sasakibe just scolded me for breaking my own rules and whined into my ears that you and him are worried that I might loose it. Now you're telling me to go hunting?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because there's a loose S.I.N. waiting for you. Go catch it Ichigo. I'm sure it'll be worth your while."

Ichigo headed over to a cupboard and opened the double doors of it.
He removed his shirt, which caused Rukia to blush and look away fast, and dressed into a sleeveless mantle.
He attached his short blade and Katana to his body, before he turns back to his guests.

"Come on little Rukia-chan. I'll show you, that I've not been telling tales."

Chapter 2
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