Hello people! Okay, thanks SO much to those who reviewed. I'll be writing alternative endings thanks to the brilliant idea of xXKimochiWatariXx! So basically, there's going to be an Atobe ending, a Jirou ending, and a Niou ending. Okay, Atobe ending first! Today is their prom okay? This is for all AtobeXRukia fans!

Flames are welcome since I got this little thing called a fire extinguisher.

Rukia's POV

I glared at my reflection in the mirror. Stupid prom. Stupid dress. Stupid high heels.

I had already told my mom I wouldn't be going since I was emotionally wounded and would no be getting better any sooner but she had only clucked her tongue and told me I was insane.

Mothers.

Granted, the dress wasn't that bad. It wasn't floor length or had 18th century cuffs or anything. All in all, it was kind of nice. It was deep blue silk, edged with black lace. There was also a black corset that had the cutest abstract design on it. The skirt hung limp but moved when I walked, swishing this way and that way. It hung directly below my knees.

My eyes were enveloped by a pair of clear contact lenses just for the occasion. I missed my glasses.

My hair was down and I had curled it to the extent that it would bounce of my shoulders. A black curtain with blue streaks, courtesy of temporary hair dye.

Courtesy of temporary hair dye that I wasn't supposed to be using.

Grinning, I walked down the stairs.

"Aw, sweetie, don't you look- What the hell did you do to your hair Fujiwara Rukia?!?!"

*****

Atobe's POV

'You can do it. C'mon, Atobe. It's just asking the girl out to the stupid prom. Although you could have picked an earlier date than the prom day itself to ask her.' Inner Gakuto was driving me insane.

I shook my head as we pulled up in front of the Fujiwara household.

I couldn't back out of it now. I wanted to make things right.

Pulling myself together, I crossed the threshold in two giant steps and rang the doorbell.

The door opened and I was greeted by the sight of Rukia in her prom dress.

She looked beautiful. The deep blue dress contrasted with her skin, creating a soft, peachy glow. The corset hugged her just right, boasting of curves. Her hair was curled and bouncing, with streaks of blue.

But it was her eyes that captured me.

They were, as always, enchanting. She was wearing contacts, but that did nothing to hide her eyes. They portrayed mixed emotions. At first there was mirth, then shock, followed by hurt, then came the supreme fireworks of rage.

Dear God.

"Keigo Atobe! What are YOU doing here?" I winced. Her voice was sharp, and it cut through me like ten thousand bread knives. Why bread knives, ore-sama does not know.

*****

Rukia's POV

The ride to the prom was quiet. No one was talking. Hunk of cement all the way.

"Fujiwara-san, ore-sama is sorry for what he has done." Said hunk of cement declared.

"I don't know any 'ore-sama' Atobe. I only know an Atobe Keigo and I don't even know him well." My voice was cold. I began playing with the hem of my dress.

He winced. "Look, Rukia. I'm sorry for what I've done. I didn't know that you felt that way about me. I thought you liked Jirou. If I had known you liked me that way then I would have... I would have..." I watched as he struggled for words.

"You would have what, Atobe? Ignored me for six weeks just because I'm not up to your standards?" I asked menacingly.

"No." he looked pained. "I would have told you I love you because that's what I feel."

What. The. Fuck.

My eyes widened as I processed this bit of information.

Atobe loved me?

Atobe loved me?

Atobe loved me?

Atobe loved me?

Nope. Still sounded wrong.

"Rukia? Rukia are you alright?" he looked worried. He was shaking my hand repeatedly.

"Yeah I'm fine," I replied sheepishly, brushing my bangs away.

There was a wetness between my fingers. I was crying?!

Dear God.

"I have a question, Atobe." I murmured softly.

He looked relieved, and then, unsure.

"Why did you ignore me?"

"Because I couldn't take the feeling that you liked Jirou more than you liked me. I'm afraid of rejection, Rukia. I was scared that you did not feel for me the way I did you,"

Silly monkey.

"You do love me, right?" he asked me in a quiet voice.

"Oh no, I don't love you. I just spend the whole of yesterday crying my eyes out for the heck of it." I rolled my eyes, my lip was twitching upward.

I felt so happy. I never thought that he would like me, let alone love. Maybe this is what it's like to really be in love. This made my relationship with Lee look like a hairy man's armpit.

Ew.

"So if you love me...and I love you... then that means...?"I gazed into his deep dark set of blue eyes and then it hit me.

He had been the one glaring at Jirou in the hallway.

He was smiling. He offered me his hand and I took it.

We got out of his limo (still would be insulting if called car) and into the school parking lot.

"Ne, Atobe-" I began.

"Keigo. You are to call me Keigo."

"Ne, Keigo. Why do you love me?"

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Because you are the most perfectly imperfect being that walks the earth."

I smiled. I liked the sound of that.

"Why do you think I love you?" I asked him again.

"Well that's really easy." He snorted. "It's me, of course you love me. I mean, it is me."

I rolled my eyes. Stupid inflated ego.

"Are you going to stop saying ore-sama?" I grinned. We had entered the hallway and people were ogling the great ore-sama who was towing the little nerd on one arm.

"That depends." He looked uncomfortable.

"If you don't stop saying it, I will forever loathe you and you will die old and miserable without feeling what it's like to be loved." I sang.

"I will stop saying it." He said quickly. I laughed.

"Will YOU promise to stop hiding your beauty from others?" He smirked at me.

I paused.

"Not fair! You're playing dirty!" I wailed, clinging to his arm as we passed the crowds to claim a space on the dance floor.

"It's either THAT or ore-sama will start saying ore-sama again,"

"Meanie!" I huffed then added; "Fine. I will stop trying to hide my beauty from other unworthy people. Just don't be surprised when I start wearing a bikini and going to all the bad neighborhoods in this country."

He let out a chuckle and I proceeded to whack his head.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked.

"Seriously Keigo, were you born in the late eighteenth century or what? Stop speaking medieval!" I groaned a little bit, but seeing his insulted face, I paused and enveloped him in a hug.

"I could get used to this." He murmured against my shoulder.

"Shut up and dance." I rolled my eyes. But in spite of my tone, I was smiling happily up at him.

"I love you Fujiwara Rukia."

"I love you Atobe Keigo."

"Seriously, you guys are SO sappy."

"GAKUTO!"

"Yuushi! Save me!"

Aw... Atobe and Rukia...forever... and ever... and ever...dear God save us all.

Did you guys like it? Was it uber lame? I'm sorry if it was! I really did try my best! I can redo this if you guys want! But since the story's almost over, I really want to please you guys! After the Niou ending, there's going to be a sort of Author's note and I hope you guys find the time to read it! It connects to the title.

THANKS SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING! I'M GONNA MISS YOU ALL AFTER THIS!!!

~Miyu