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Later, after Ichigo had gone home, he laid on his bed thinking. Is Kon right? He thought for a moment than bolted up, Gah! Me actually thinking that! A second later the thought drifted in again. What if he really is? Rukia grew up with Renji; she would never want someone who isn't a real Shinigami. Would she?
A few blocks away…
Rukia sat on the bench, a disappointed (and slightly irritated) look painted onto her normal beautiful features. Where the heck is he? She wondered for the nth time, looking up and down the path. The decision to stay or leave danced across her face. What if he didn't come at all? What if she had been what human's called 'stood up'? Rukia sighed, than, a thought dawned on her: Orihime! She bolted up, what if the healer had forgotten to give the letter to Ichigo? Yes, that had to be it. That means- Ichigo must still be at his house! "Then that's where I'll go." She decided aloud. As soon as she was half way down the dimly lit street she sensed a Hallow nearby. One thought raced across her mind, 'Ichigo!" she began to run.
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"I'll tell her!" Ichigo bolted upright in his bed. He had been mulling over the things that Kon had told him that day and finally decided to tell Rukia what he thought. Slowly, his smile faded. No, he couldn't do that to her. Renji was a real Soul Reaper and it seemed that wherever Ichigo went trouble followed. He couldn't keep putting her at risk. "Damn it." He muttered clenching his fists. Click! "Huh?" he turned towards the window and saw nothing. I thought for sure that something was- Click! There it was again! He got out of bed and slowly made his way to the window. Carefully, Ichigo peeked out it. Click! There! He turned just it time to see a small pebble rebound off of his window frame.
Ichigo push the windows open, "Whoever is throwing things better stop before I-" This time, instead of a click, the pebble made a soft thunking noise before falling to the ground.
"Sorry Ichigo!' came a loud whisper from the ground, a nervous, irritating laugh followed, "I guess I don't have good aim."
Ichigo sighed, irritated, he was thinking about something important and didn't need any interruptions. Of course, if he turned her away she might start to cry and God knows that he would feel bad after making her bawl for a second time that day. "It's okay Orihime, but why don't you try using the door?"
"Oh," another irritating giggle, "I guess you're right. Be right up."
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