Author's note

Time has changed me. I am afraid that I can no longer write IchiRuki fics with zest, specially not when its related to Twilight (I hate Twilight, but I like writing fics for it because the plot is so bad –my opinion only don't kill me!-) I am so sorry, and I hope you will all forgive me in time. I love all of you reviewers/favouriters/alerters, you guys are the bane of my writings and even though I'm stopping this fic, I won't stop loving you guys!!

I'll do you guys a little favour and just skip to the very end, where Rukia and Ichigo are at the prom. Rukia isn't going to be in a cast like Bella, because I think she's just too nimble for that. She's been attacked by random arrancar (that I was going to make up, because I thought Aizen, Ichimaru and Tousen did great as the Volturi) and Ichigo saves her. And she knows he's a shinigami.

To the prom!!

"You look beautiful." His words brought a slight tinge of red to my cheeks.
"Thanks." I tried to cover it up with a nonchalant attitude, but he wasn't having any of that. With quick steps, he walked briskly towards me and took my chin between his index finger and thumb. I met his brown eyes, and realized just how much I truly loved him.

"Are you ready?" He asked.
I nodded. "Let's go!" I was suddenly looking forward to this prom, maybe because of my partner. In a whirl of pale blue silk, I skipped down the porch steps and to the waiting car. "Bye, nii-sama!" I called.

Ichigo hurried out behind me. "Why are you so excited all of a sudden? I remember you saying that you hated prom."

"I did. There's a difference." I tapped him on the nose, and flung myself into the passenger seat. "Come on, slowpoke!"

He sighed, but smiled as he walked to the driver's seat. In the grand hired Mercedes, he pulled out of the driveway and to the school.

"Kuchiki-san!" Orihime flung herself upon me, with a grappling hug. She was looking quite nice in a pale green strapless dress with a flowing hem that fell to the floor. Hinamori approached me shyly in a pale pink number.

"You look really nice, Rukia." Hinamori said quietly. She was even quieter than usual, and I was beginning to feel guilty about it when I saw the short, white haired genius Hitsugaya by her side.

"Thanks, Hinamori!" I smoothed down the dress that fell to my knees in rippling waves, as we approached the dance floor. It was suitably dark, with couples scattered around the area.

A hand fell on my shoulder.

"Dance?" The quiet, manly voice asked.

"Sure." And in a whirl we were on the dance floor, just as a slow waltz like piece started. Instinctively I placed my hands on his shoulders, as he placed his on my waist. My skin seemed to tingle where he placed his hands, as we swayed gently from side to side.

"No more secrets?" I asked.

He shook his head, but then stopped mid-shake. "Within reason."

I hit him playfully, but the smile faded as the memories flooded back in faded, movie-like flashbacks.

'You're a…shinigami?'

'I'm dangerous…'

'Rukia!'

'Ichigo…you don't have to hide.'

He must have noticed my sorrowful expression, for he placed a hand on my cheek. "It'll work out."

He leant forward, lips aimed for mine. In a sudden moment of impulsion, I ducked from his kiss and jumped towards the garden. His surprised expression caused me to giggle, as I skipped out. "Catch me if you can!"

"You little-"His voice was lost as I disappeared into the garden.

For a moment, it was all quiet. I stopped by the small fountain, staring at my reflection. The moon was a rippling circle of white stone. Suddenly, it shattered into a million fragments, as a pebble was thrown into its perfect centre. I looked up in fright, but the real moon was still there.

I breathed too soon.

"Gotcha!" Two arms wrapped around my body. I was dragged away, to a secluded corner away from the prom lights and voices, where only silence penetrated and our movement was the only sound heard.

"You're not doing that again." He murmured.

"Try me." I said as lightly as possible to hide my pounding heart.

He edge his face forward, as I caught his eyes that reflected from the moon's rays. Edging forward, I met his lips prematurely, as he stumbled in surprise. But his arms wrapped around my body as my eyes closed, so I could appreciate the shared warmth, his musky scent and the feeling of being whole. One.

"I love you."
I bit back a giggle. "I thought you'd never say it."

He didn't release his arms around me. "We have forever to discuss that."

That sent a shiver up my spine, but it was from excitement and thrill.

"Forever."

Thank you again for being so wonderful! I hope you all enjoy this!!!! I love you guys so much and I hope you will all forgive me!! Please feel free to email me any requests concerning the categories I cover (check my profile about that). THANK YOU!!!

Later,

Jackie

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