This chapter was too long, even for me... I don't think I'm ever going to make a chapter this long again... I LIE! Hahaha! I am quite happy on how this turned out! I think it's pretty good if I do say so myself. I'm sorry for the horrible delay, but a lot of these scenes take up half the story -.- Damn me and being so detailed in every little piece of work I have. Also, because I have very limited space for a chapter title, I may change it later... Haha, oh well! Well, no sense in talking anymore, ENJOY!

He awoke with a searing pain and a radiating heat in his head. He had chills all over his body and his body ached. Why was he so cold? But now that he thought about it, he felt very uncomfortable more than he did cold. He also felt... naked...Why? Something was wrong... this whole 'situation' wasn't right. He heard a beeping and other strange noises that sounded like a crowded building. Ichigo would've thought harder about it if he didn't feel so weak. Damn, what the hell was wrong with him? Why did he feel this way? And where was he? What happened? It made him feel panicked and confused and Ichigo soon became overwhelmed.

"His fever has died down..." he heard a voice. Who was that? He didn't recognize that voice. Where was he? Who was this person- male speaking?

"So, he has the flu?" he knew that voice. That was Rukia! That soft, sweet voice was Rukia. Her voice was music to his ears. At least he knew she was with him.

Finally summoning enough energy from his weak state, Ichigo opened his eyes, but quickly regretted it. His chocolate orbs were met with a punishing bright light and he winced tightly. It was like looking into the freaking sun... He groaned and turned his head to the side, very unhappy with what was going on.

"I think he's awake!" Rukia said anxiously. Ichigo opened his eyes, staring at Rukia's form until the blurriness faded away, and saw her face, which was a mixture of worry and concern. "Ichigo, are you okay?" Rukia asked, worry deep in her voice. Ichigo was in a mixture of shock and confusion. Just where was he?

"R-Rukia..." Ichigo rasped. His throat was still dry. He felt so drained of energy, it was almost painful. His body felt numb and his emotions were racing so fast, he felt dizzy.

"We're going to administer some antibiotics through the IV." came the mystery voice Ichigo had heard not too long ago. He turned his head to the other side to look at a tall man in a white coat and dark glasses. He was screwing something to the large bag of water hanging from a metal hook on a metal stand. He followed the rubber tube that ran down the pole and up the side of the bed to the top of his hand. Now it all made sense. Ichigo was in a hospital.

Panicking, Ichigo started to weakly tug at the needle taped to his hand, wanting to pull it out. His heart racing and making the monitor bark madly. That's when Rukia grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"Ichigo, don't! You need that!" Rukia said sternly. Ichigo stopped and looked into her eyes. they were trembling, pleading for him to stop. Ichigo released the tube and settled slightly. Rukia smiled softly at him. "Thank-you..." That's when Ichigo looked down to get a good understanding of what was going on. He felt cold and naked because he was only in a thin, green gown with a thin sheet over his waist. He was completely naked underneath, not even his underwear was there. A blush soon came over his face and he looked towards the doctor. He had a stern look on his face.

"Wh-what happened?" Ichigo asked, clearly traumatized by what was going on. Rukia put a hand on his shoulder and looked into his frightened chocolate eyes.

"You passed out on our way back to the house. You've been out for about four hours..." Rukia said softly. He did? Is that why he saw black? Four hours?! What time was it now? "I couldn't drag you, and I panicked so I called for an ambulance..." Rukia admitted sadly. Ichigo's heart jerked suddenly. She was only trying to help him. If only he hadn't been so stubborn and told her he wasn't feeling well. He wouldn't have had made her worry so much.

"So, what's wrong with me?" Ichigo asked.

"You have the flu." the doctor's voice made Ichigo jump. He whipped his head towards the doctor in alarm. His tall stature made him seem so scary. The flu? Ichigo thinks he remembers hearing that. He didn't think he ever had it before. Ichigo's never been to the hospital in his life. He's rarely been to the doctor either. This all scared him, and him being naked wasn't helping a bit. "We're going to keep him monitored over night." he said, looking down at the clipboard and flipping through numerous sheets of paper. Ichigo's eyes widened.

'Overnight?!' Ichigo thought mentally. 'I don't wanna be here overnight! I want to go back with Rukia!' Ichigo wanted to jump out of the bed and run out of this place as fast as he could, but with him being attached to this IV and him being butt-naked, it was impossible. Suddenly, the doctor looked up from the clipboard and shot Rukia a strange look.

"Miss Rukia, may I please speak with you for a moment?" the doctor asked. Rukia looked to him, and then back at Ichigo. His eyes pleaded for her to stay, but she couldn't just refuse the doctor. It could be important.

"I'll be right back, Ichigo." Rukia got up and walked behind the curtain into the hallway with the tall doctor behind her. Ichigo was left laying on the bed, feeling uncomfortable and trapped.

On the other side of the curtain, the doctor re-examined Ichigo's clipboard.

"What's wrong, doctor?" Rukia asked, her curiosity peaked. The doctor shook his head, not understanding what he saw.

"Does Ichigo have any medical background at all?" he asked. Rukia went cold. She's only known him for over a month and never asked him anything personal like that. Ichigo's always been as healthy as a horse since she's met him. This was just so sudden.

"I-I don't know, sir..." Rukia answered hesitantly. The doctor said nothing. This was a problem.

"I see... We're not sure if he has any allergies to medication, so we're not sure how he'll tolerate the medicine. Have you given him any other medicine in your home?" he asked her. Rukia shook her head. Just the herbal tea he drinks when he eats too much.

"So, his medical background is completely blank? Rukia asked. She couldn't believe that Ichigo didn't have any background in the hospital, or any doctor at all. This proved just how much contact he's had with society... ever... "He's been outside for... a long time. He hasn't gotten sick since I've been with him." Rukia told him. The doctor nodded.

"His body was probably never introduced to this kind of virus before. That's why he's probably having such a bad reaction to the sickness. His immune system is very weak and can't handle the virus or medication. We'll have to give him small doses and see how he adjusts." the doctor explained. Rukia understands how it is to be very sick. Like when Byakuya was out on an investigation nearly two days away and she caught Dengue Fever. Renji ended up taking her to the hospital and Byakuya felt terrible for not being there for her... which is why he quit his job...

Adjusting his glasses, the doctor sighed. "We'll see how he does with the first dose. If nothing happens, we'll send him home tomorrow morning." he said.

"Yes, doctor." Rukia nodded. She worried deeply about Ichigo. For his physical and mental health. She prayed that Ichigo didn't have any allergies. She also couldn't help but wonder what happened to him. Everything behind this kid was absolutely blank. Why? Why didn't Ichigo tell her anything?

Three hours into the first dose and Rukia's fears had come true. Ichigo had an allergic reaction. He began to breathe uneasily and his body went limp. It wasn't severe, but it still scared both Rukia and Ichigo. There was no other medication besides the one he was given that would fight the flu he had. So, the doctor decided to give Ichigo a smaller dose of the medication, and it lessened the severity of the reaction. It made Ichigo groggy and feel queasy, but it kept his breathing steady. An oxygen mask was strapped to his face, and Ichigo didn't like it. Now, he was lying in bed, half asleep and staring at Rukia with desperate eyes.

'I feel like shit...' Ichigo thought. He'd talk, but he was way too weak. He felt like someone took a syringe, which he had seen way too much of today, and sucked out all the life in his body. He groaned. It wasn't even eight o'clock yet. At least his temperature was back to normal. His head still felt blocked and his throat didn't make much improvement... Rukia was concerned for his well-being. She had called everyone and they said they'd be there, even Byakuya. She didn't like being in the hospital alone. She knows how that feels.

Rukia scooted forward in the chair she was sitting in next to Ichigo's bed and stroked his cheek. Ichigo desperately wanted her closeness and didn't mind her touching his cheek. His eyes were half-lidded. He looked so tired and vulnerable. She never would've guessed a simple cold would have caused him to get a 104.3 fever and have him pass out. Was Ichigo's body really that weak? And this medicine was making it worse. Poor Ichigo...

A few minutes later, Ichigo's body gave up the battle in staying conscious and he finally fell asleep. Rukia sighed. She was glad he was able to get some sleep, but she was so worried about him. She hoped everyone would get here soon. The room was quiet besides the sound of Ichigo's heart monitor. It was beating steadily. She hated seeing him like this; all these wires and tubes sticking out of him. The oxygen mask on his face. It made him look frail and feeble. It just wasn't Ichigo. It wasn't him. Rukia looked at his face, he looked a peace, minus the dark bags under his eyes. She bet he really wished he was home now. Snuggled up on the couch in front of the fire with a blanket and herself next to him. He loved being next to her, being near her and sense her presence, even if she did do boring things like read or watch a chick-flick. Nothing more did he wake in the morning than to see Rukia's bright smile. That and Yoruichi's cooking.

Rukia brushed Ichigo's orange locks gently. His fiery hair always had a stunning shine to it, as if it really was ablaze. The sleeveless gown exposed his arms, They were thin, but had just a noticeable bundle of muscles packed under the skin. Rukia admired his build. She would never tell anybody, especially Byakuya. She'd scold her for being so... 'flirtatious'.

Smiling at Byakuya's possible reaction, Rukia accidently pulled one of the wires from Ichigo's chest and snapped one of the buttons on his gown. She went to snap it shut when she caught glimpse of the huge, discolored scar running down his torso. Rukia gasped at its size. What could've done this? It looks like a lion had its way with Ichigo and tore him up. The size of it was truly shocking. It was horrifying. Had Ichigo been abused as a child? This scar wasn't fresh. It was a good few years old. The way it bulged and tugged at Ichigo's regular peach-colored skin. What happened to him?

The sound of the doorknob clicking startled Rukia and she snapped the button shut before returning to her seat. She turned and saw Renji walk in with Allison, who had a bundle of blue flowers with Byakuya and Yoruichi behind them. She was thankful they came. She was so glad she wasn't alone anymore.

"Oh my gosh, Ichigo!" Allison cried. "What did this?!" Allison still sounded a little stuffy and Renji looked like he was going to die. His nose was the same shade of his hair and he looked pale. Allison took her fist and hit Renji right in the arm, though she ended up clutching her hand and muttering an "ow" from Renji's buff muscles.

"What the hell!" Renji yelled.

"You got him sick, you ass! I told you not to go near them! What if this was Rukia or Yoruichi or Byakuya!" Allison yelled back.

"I'm more than positive if Renji got Byakuya sick, his ass would be six feet under the Earth by now..." Yoruichi commented. Byakuya said nothing. He wanted nothing to do with the squabbling couple. Rukia could clearly see that Allison was still mad at Renji for what happened a few days ago.

"Guys, please don't fight." Rukia begged. "Ichigo's sick. This isn't the place to bicker." Rukia frowned. She was more worried about Ichigo's health and didn't want anymore negativity and stress to make him worse. Luckily, Allison and Renji stopped quarreling and looked the other way from each other. Yoruichi hoped the two would make up soon. That won't happen unless Renji actually quits smoking.

"So, how is he doing?" Yoruichi changed the subject. Rukia sighed, not taking her eye off of Ichigo's sleeping face.

"Well, he came in with a 104.3 fever. They got it down and currently it's 100.2, but they also did blood work and found he's anemic and nearly 20lbs underweight..." Rukia told them. Everyone's eyes went wide.

"You'd think Yoruichi's food would've fatten him up with the amount he's been eating." Allison commented. Yoruichi's eye twitched.

"Are you saying my food is fattening?" Yoruichi growled with venom in her voice. Allison looked at her boredly.

"Uh, no. I'm just saying, have you seen him gulp down your food? I've never seen anyone eat like that for over a month and not get fat." she corrected. Yoruichi rolled her eyes. Her pride lied in her cooking and she was starting to notice how proud she was about it. Too proud...

"So, I'm guessing they are keeping him over night?" Byakuya finally spoke. Rukia nodded sadly.

"Yes. They have to monitor how his body handles the medicine because he had an allergic reaction earlier and it nearly sent him in a coma..." Rukia looked back to Ichigo. He was still asleep and his heart rate was still steady.

"Allergic reaction? What do you mean in a coma?" Renji asked.

"The medication is supposed to help fight his virus, but it makes him sicker and a few hours ago he almost passed out." Rukia explained. "There isn't anything else they can give him, so they just lowered the dosage. He didn't have another reaction, but his immune system is so weak, it'll take him a longer time to recover." Rukia finished. Everyone was in total shock.

"There isn't another medication?" Allison asked. Rukia shook her head. "What do you mean there isn't anything else?! It's a freaking hospital! The biggest drug shop in the freaking world!" Allison raged. She almost crushed the delicate flowers in her hands.

"Well, its hard since we don't really know what Ichigo's allergic to..." Rukia said softly.

"That's another thing, why would you give Ichigo something that could kill him in the first place!" Allison was fuming now. "That's like me give Renji anti-freeze instead of Gatorade!" she nearly yelled. Renji groaned.

"I'm glad you didn't do that..." Renji mumbled.

"Do that? What did Allison do?" Yoruichi asked. Allison started to giggled.

"I accidentally threw my clothes in the washer with some of his and turned his headband and his shirt pink!" she laughed. Renji scowled. That explained why Renji had his coat shut tightly around his frame.

"Aww, Renji. Pink is a very 'brave' color for men. You should be proud to bear it." Yoruichi teased. Renji shot her a death glare. He was in no mood to be teased.

"Serves you right for locking me out in the cold!" Allison yelled. Renji's jaw drop.

"Allison, you locked me out of my room, kicked me in my privates, didn't talk to me for two days, got me sick, put Cayenne pepper on my pancakes instead of cinnamon, killed my car, and turned my clothes pink. Don't you think I've suffered enough?" Renji asked. Allison looked upward to the ceiling, wondering if Renji indeed suffered enough. "Ya know what, don't answer that question..." Renji reconsidered, getting a delighted giggle from Allison.

"You killed his car?!" Yoruichi exclaimed. Allison laughed again.

"Oh, that was an accident too. I accidentally put windshield wiper fluid in the oil compartment. Haha! It made a funny noise before it went clunk and refused to move!" Allison ginned. Renji wasn't laughing. Yoruichi was sure getting a good laugh out of it.

"And Cayenne on his pancakes? That is genius for a prank!" Yoruichi laughed.

"It was both funny and scary to see his face turn the same shade as his hair!" Allison clutched her abdomen in laughter. She remembered the hysterical panic that was Renji clutching his throat and running around like a moron.

"I didn't find it too enthralling..." Renji grumbled. Allison pouted at him.

"Well, it cured your sore throat, didn't it?" she spat. Renji's eyebrow twitched.

"It closed my throat, Allison!" he argued.

"Well, you're the idiot having something you don't like in your house! Why have a spicy food in your house when you don't like spicy things!" Allison retorted. Renji rolled his eyes.

"Enough of this." Byakuya spoke suddenly, his voice deep with irritation. The two went silent and stood straight in his presence. He walked over to Rukia and stared down at her. "Rukia," he started. Rukia gulped. What was he going to say? "You are not staying here over night." he said sternly. Rukia frowned.

"But, Byakuya, I-"

"No buts, Rukia." Byakuya interrupted. Rukia looked away and then back to Ichigo. She couldn't leave him now. Not when he needs her to the most. If he wakes up and sees that she's not there, he'll think she abandoned him. Rukia knows how uncomfortable Ichigo gets in public. Hospitals aren't exactly the best place to leave him alone. He may hurt someone or himself.

"Byakuya, I can't leave him like this..." Rukia said. Byakuya took a step closer.

"Rukia, I will not allow you to stay here with him." Byakuya said sternly. Rukia whipped her head around and glared at Byakuya. Her amnesty eyes locked with his steel ones.

"Byakuya. I won't." she said sternly. Byakuya felt a tinge of fury ignite in his body. How could his sister be so defiant? And towards him! He will not allow his sister to stay with this... this... scoundrel!

"Excuse me." a delicate voice came from the door. Everyone turned their attention to a nurse with spiky white hair. "I'm afraid visiting hours are over. No more than one person can stay here over night. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." she said politely. Byakuya turned his attention back to his sister. Rukia was obviously staying put.

"I'm going to stay, Byakuya. Go home." she told him bravely. Byakuya wasn't going to cause a scene and turned and walked out of the room. Yoruichi knew she was going to have to follow him since she didn't have a car to drive home in. She didn't like this whole situation, but she bit her tounge. She just hoped Byakuya didn't overreact when they got home.

"We'll pick you up tomorrow morning, Rukia. Sleep well! Tell Ichigo I'll cook him something special when he comes home." Yourichi waved before leaving the room.

"I'll catch ya later, Rukia. Tell Ichigo to get better soon." Renji spoke. Allison walked up to Rukia and handed her the blue flowers. Rukia took them and gave her an odd look, but Allison only smiled.

"They're Forget-Me-Nots." she told her. Rukia's eyes widened. "I remembered they were his favorite. I was originally going to give them to him tomorrow when I was going to visit for lunch, but I think now is the perfect time. Don't you think?" she asked. Rukia smiled and nodded. Ichigo would love them. Allison may have her moments, but she sure is a sweetheart. "Well, I'm off! I'll see you tomorrow, Rukia. Tell Ichigo I say to get better quick!" she said before walking out of the room. Rukia sat there smiling when Renji walked over to her.

"Hey, um... do you have any tips on how to... well, for me to make it up to Allison for the whole cigarette thing?" Renji asked. Rukia raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well... have you quit smoking?" Rukia asked. Renji nodded.

"I even got some gum and patches. I'm trying." Renji said boldly. Rukia nodded.

"Well, has she had anything in mind lately that she wants? Maybe if you get her something she really likes, she'll forget all about it." Rukia suggested. Renji's face suddenly brightened.

"Actually, yes. There is something she's been wanting. Thanks, Rukia. Tell Ichigo I'm sorry for getting him ill. I'll make it up to him. I promise. I'll see you later, Rukia!" Renji waved good-bye before racing out of the room to catch up with Allison before she tried to drive away in his car. She wasn't exactly too keen on driving stick-shift. The white-haired nurse walked over to Rukia with a clipboard.

"Miss Kuchiki, may I get you a blanket or something to keep you warm?" she asked. Rukia smiled softly at her.

"No, but thank you. Is Ichigo going to be okay?" Rukia asked, worriedly. The nurse looked down at her clipboard and back at Rukia.

"He's stable now. We're going to give him another dose of medicine at around eleven o'clock to see how he handles it. If he does well, we'll send him home with the medication and instructions." she explained. Rukia smiled.

"Thank you." she said. The nurse nodded before walking out. Rukia's smile soon faded and she frowned. Why did Byakuya act the way he did? It wasn't like Ichigo was a bad person or anything... sure, he had no medical background, but he's a good person. She had her suspicions of his background, but other than that, she knew he was a good person.

Rukia leand forward and grabbed Ichigo's hand. He was so cold. It was unnatural how pale he looked. To think a simple cold could do this, but with an immune system as weak as his, anything can become severe in a matter of hours.

As the nurse said, the doctor came in a few hours later and administered another dose of the medication that could possibly kill him, except, he gave it in an even smaller dose, and Ichigo had a better reaction since he got there. Sure, he was still drowsy and out of it, but his fever had plummeted back to normal and he was thriving better than when he first came in. Rukia was so happy he was doing well again. The doctor said by morning, Ichigo will be well enough to go home with the medication. Rukia was so excited to get home. Ichigo was too when he heard the good news. He just hoped his body will never have to feel this way ever again.

Finally, morning came and Ichigo was getting dressed. Whatever those sticky foam things were on his body weren't easy to get off. In fact, he had six red rectangle marks running down his torso and stomach. He'd never experienced a hospital visit before, and he sure as hell wasn't looking forward to another one. He wasn't too happy with the cotton ball taped to the spot where his IV was either.

Finally dressed warmly, Ichigo pulled back the curtain to where Rukia was and stood next to her. Rukia looked up at him and smiled.

"Are you ready to go home?" she asked. What a dumb question, of course he was! Ichigo didn't want to spend another second in this place.

"Yes." he answered. Rukia took his hand and started down the hallway. While Ichigo was getting dressed and showering, Rukia has spoken to the doctor about Ichigo's medication and didn't like what he had to say.

'Ichigo may relapse upon returning home, so keep a close eye on him and only give him half of this pill. Anymore will cause a severe allergic reaction. It will make him fatigued, so don't let him drive or do anything too reckless. Keep him hydrated and cool to prevent another fever spike. If anything happens, bring him back.'

Rukia worried from those words. It's as if the doctor was foreshadowing something bad to happen.

'As for his weight, try to feed him some fattening foods, but enough to get his iron levels back up to normal. That's another reason why it's taking so long for him to recover. Peppers, broccoli, rice, pasta, and spinach are rich in iron. Try sneaking those foods in his meals. Other than that, he should be okay. Any concerns, just give me a call.

Rukia had almost forgotten he had other problems besides the flu. Who would've guessed he was anemic. That could explain Ichigo's sudden episodes of exhaustion. And here Rukia thought it was because of him chopping wood for them.

The two reached the double doors and stepped outside. The early morning air made Ichigo shiver slightly, and he thought the hospital was cold. It was freaking freezing outside! Or was it just his body? Either way, the thought made his head spin again. God damn this illness... he never thought it'd get so severe. For being outside for nearly his entire life, Ichigo never thought he'd get sick, let alone on the brink of near death because of a simple cold.

"There's Byakuya!" Rukia said. Byakuya pulled up to the hospital doors and Ichigo got in the back seat. Rukia got in front and Byakuya started to pull away. It was five minutes into the short car ride when Ichigo felt his stomach start to churn.

'Shit...' Ichigo's eyes drooped. He wasn't used to car rides, even though it was just a fifteen minute drive. He couldn't remember the last time he was in a car, but he had a vague memory of when he got bad motion sickness on a car trip he and his family went on when he was little. Ichigo came very close to gagging. How could he get this sick? All he knew is if he threw up now, Rukia's brother would ring his neck.

"Are you okay, Ichigo? You look really pale again." Rukia had turned and noticed the color completely drained from his face. Ichigo froze. He wasn't okay, but he couldn't open his mouth to speak, otherwise the backseat of the car would smell horribly.

"He better not puke in my car." Byakuya growled under his breath.

"We're almost home, Ichigo. Can you hold it?" Rukia asked. Ichigo nodded ever so slightly. The more he kept still, the less he felt nauseous. "The side effects of the medication are drowsiness, nausea and vomiting..." Rukia said quietly as she stared at the little orange bottle filled with small white pills. Ichigo felt bile rise to his throat. He kept his head downward and stared at the floor of the car. Looking at something still kept him stable, but he didn't know how long he was going to last.

Finally, the car came to a complete stop and Ichigo jumped out of the car faster than Rukia could get a handle on what just happened.

"Ichigo?" Rukia opened the door and saw Ichigo disappear behind the small house. She went to go follow him when Byakuya put a hand on her shoulder.

"I wouldn't go near him if I were you." he said spitefully. It became clear why when Rukia heard the sounds of retching and gagging seconds later.

Byakuya entered the house and quickly made his way upstairs. Rukia came through the door next and sighed.

"Rukia?" Yoruichi called. Rukia looked up. "Rukia, is Ichigo here?" she asked from the kitchen.

"Yes, he's here." she replied, not very enthusiastic.

"Well you don't sound very happy. Where is he?" she asked. Rukia looked back to the door.

"Well..." she gave an unsure expression. A few seconds later, Ichigo came into the house, drained of all the natural color his face once had and looking like he escaped from quarantine. Rukia felt sorry for him. He looked miserable with the heavy bags under his eyes. He shouldn't have to go through this. "Ichigo..." Rukia walked over to him and grabbed his ice-cold hand. "I'm guessing you aren't very hungry anymore." Rukia said. Ichigo shook his head. He could feel his stomach burn. He felt horrible. "C'mon, let's go upstairs and I'll get that cotton ball off your arm and put a band-aid on it." Rukia said softly. Ichigo soon felt himself being pulled upstairs by Rukia. He was glad to be back here, but he felt like shit. Worse than he has in his entire life. All because of a simple little cold. Of course it happens to him. Everything bad happens to Ichigo.

Upstairs, Ichigo sunk into his bed and allowed Rukia to remove the cotton ball taped to his arm. He closed his eyes at the sight of the blood on the cotton ball. Ichigo hated the sight of blood. Even if it was his own. Rukia understood. She couldn't stand horror movies or heights. After the band-aid, Rukia left Ichigo alone to sleep. So, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen to Yoruichi to prepare his medicine in the next three hours.

"So, this is the stuff that makes him sick... in order to get over his sickness?" Yoruichi said, twirling the bottle of white pills. "Screw all remaining logic?" she said sarcastically. Rukia rolled her eyes.

"I know... he feels worse than when he was at the hospital. I hope he recovers quickly. I don't want him to feel so much pain anymore..." Rukia said sadly. She still remembered seeing Ichigo hit the ground hard and not moving. The way the color drained from his dark-brown eyes. The aimless stare into nothing. Ichigo really seemed dead. It frightened her to the point where she was crying hysterically. Why did she have such strong feelings for this kid? Was it because she pitied him? Or was it because... she was starting to have feelings for Ichigo?

"Hey!" Rukia jerked suddenly when Yoruichi snapped her fingers in her face. "You alright? You spaced out there." Yoruichi had a worrisome look on her face. Rukia nodded slightly.

"Y-yeah. I'm okay... just worried I guess." she said quietly.

"That's completely normal, Rukia. Especially with a great kid like Ichigo." Yoruichi smiled.

"I suppose..." Rukia muttered. She turned the bottle in her hands. Kurosaki Ichigo. What a unique name. She liked it. It was... majestic in a way, as if he belonged to royalty. What if he did? But he couldn't have... but anything's possible, right? For all she knows, Ichigo could've come from a very rich family with much wealth and many expensive things. OR, Ichigo could come from a very poor family with no home or money... or Ichigo could be a serial killer, who goes door to door, killing the people inside their home and takes their belongings and runs.

...

Rukia tried her hardest not to laugh. Just the non-existent possibility of that last one killed her. It couldn't happen. Not sweet Ichigo. Sure, there were those insane master minds out there, but Rukia, deep down, knew just how special Ichigo was. He wasn't just a person. He was very special. He was innocent, sweet, polite, and docile. Byakuya had no reason to be suspicious. Not once since Ichigo's arrived has he caused any trouble. There was the occasional outburst of emotion from his nightmares, but he's never angered anyone or destroyed their belongings or treated anyone with disrespect. Instead, he's helped them out with the firewood and cooking and keeping Rukia company and being Allison's "playmate" when Renji or Yoruichi wasn't around. And as for Byakuya... well, that still remained at neutral. They never spoke or exchanged even the slightest of glances. Rukia knew that each time Byakuya saw Ichigo, he shot him an icy stare, one saying 'Get out' and Ichigo knew it just as well. If only there was a way to show that Ichigo was a good person to Byakuya, then maybe he'd realize he's been wrong all along.

Nearly three hours later, Rukia awoke Ichigo to take his medicine. He had gotten worse. He was beginning to cough and his fever spiked to 101.3 again. Worried, Rukia placed a wet towel on Ichigo's forehead and forced him to take the medicine, which he was very reluctant to do. The medicine only made him feel bad, so what was the point? Ichigo didn't understand the 'logic' to this. It made no sense. Why give something to someone if it is going to make them ill? And because of the side effects, Ichigo had no appetite whatsoever. The very scent of Yoruichi's cooking sent Ichigo's stomach in a spiraling twister of discomfort. He didn't throw up again, but food was definitely out of the question. He felt over all weak and defenseless, along with being dizzy and disoriented. He couldn't focus on anything and his vision was constantly blurry. The fever really messed up his mind. He swore he saw Rukia split into two. Man, he hated drugs...

So, Ichigo lied there, late at night, feeling sick to his stomach and out of his mind. Rukia was at his bedside. She wanted to sleep, but she had to keep a good eye on Ichigo to assure herself that he was okay for the night. Byakuya was very displeased that she wasn't getting any sleep for a stupid brat who can't handle a simple cold, but he knew there was no changing her mind in staying in his room.

"Are you okay, Ichigo?" he heard Rukia's soft voice. Ichigo looked up with half-lidded eyes. Rukia was becoming blurry. Why did he have to feel his way? It wasn't fair. All he felt was pain in his life. Ichigo sighed and closed his eyes.

"I can't run from this pain..." he said. Rukia cocked her head to the side. Run from this pain? What did he mean by that?

"Ichigo, what do you mean?" she asked. Ichigo coughed hard and winced. It hurt to talk. His throat was sore and he felt so thirsty.

"That's what I do. I run. I run from things that scare or hurt me... but I can't run from this... this illness. I'll be trying to run from something while it's chained to me. It makes no sense..." he moaned. Rukia was shocked. Was this really Ichigo? Was all this he was telling her true? Or was it the medication talking? "I'm running from my own fear... like a coward... a stupid, childish wimp..."

"I-Ichigo..." Rukia didn't know what to say.

"I'm like a stray dog... all I do is run and flee from every little thing... I even... ran... the night you... let me..." Ichigo lost consciousness and closed his eyes, slipping into slumber, and Rukia was left shocked and speechless. She didn't know whether that was Ichigo, or the drugs talking? When did he run away? And why? He runs from pain? So, what happened to him... he ran from it? What happened to him? What happened to Ichigo that made him this way, and why did he feel the need to flee? He was safe here. Was he scared of something? Rukia knew he was apprehensive about things, mostly Byakuya, but to find the need to run? All this made Rukia dizzy. She looked at Ichigo and saw just how calm he looked when he slept. The way his breathing was steady and how limp he was. What happened to this boy? Whatever it was, Rukia had to find out. She had to know what happened to Ichigo, and though she knew it wasn't going to be right away, she knew, one day it will spill, and she will know the story of Ichigo Kurosaki.

He panted hard, his legs moving faster than he never thought they could. It hurt to run this fast. It hurt to know why he was running. It hurt even more at the thought he just may not get away. His muscles and legs were burning with pain as he ran, dodging trees and jumping over fallen logs and rocks. Why did he have to run? Why couldn't they just leave him alone? What did he do? Why were they chasing him?! Couldn't they see he wanted nothing to do with them?! He had to get away. He had to. He had to keep going.

"Get back here!"

The call was closer than he predicted. He only heard the sounds of his panting and the sound of his feet stamping on the dead leaves and damp soil. His arms pumped and his heart started racing faster than it should for a human being. If he kept going, his heart would surely give out and he'd die right at the spot.

"We said get back here! Now!"

Damnit! Why? Why wouldn't they leave him alone? He could feel his lungs start to burn and strain from pumping so hard. The roar of the river was close now. He had to keep going. He was so close. Though not in sight, Ichigo knew he was almost there. If he got to the river, he knew he had a chance of escape.

"Stop running! We just wanna talk!"

Ichigo didn't care. He wasn't going to talk to anyone about what happened. Not if it meant he was going back to that awful shelter. Not again. Not again. Not again!

The river was just a few yards away. The white rapids roaring and crashing through the rocks and other debris poking through the rushing current. Ichigo dropped his book bag and continued running. He was faster now. His legs were screaming in agony and his heart was telling him to stop, but he didn't listen. He only heard his psyche which kept yelling 'Keep running! Don't stop! Don't look back!'

"Hey, kid! Stop running!"

That damn voice! He will not listen to them! He'll keep running until he's safe. Until he's far away from this place.

Ichigo abandoned all common sense and jumped. It was a six-foot drop and he plummeted into the rapids head-first. The water was like a blast of ice. The water was freezing and he felt his body soon prickle with goosebumps. Ichigo immediately felt himself being carried away by the current. It was stronger than it had looked. It was suffocating. He had no air and was beginning to panic. He needed to find the surface. He needed to get air he couldn't die. He couldn't. He didn't want to. Not yet. Not now.

Ichigo kicked frantically and let out a deadened scream. He couldn't swim. He was 13 years old, and couldn't swim, let alone take on a raging rapid. He felt his foot hit something solid and in that split-second moment, he launched himself upward and his head finally popped out of the water.

Ichigo gasped loudly, his lungs finally filling with air and he struggled to keep his head above water. He realized the bottom of the river was out of reach with his feet and he couldn't get a grip. He haphazardly flailed in the water, gasping and letting out stuttered yells. Wherever he jumped, he was nowhere near anymore. The mens' shouts were no longer heard and Ichigo was in real danger now. A wave slammed onto Ichigo's head and he was pushed under the water once again. He cartwheeled underwater and became dazed. He panicked again and opened his mouth to scream, instead getting a mouthful of dirty river water. His hip hit another hard surface and he scrambled his feet to the top of said object and pushed up again. He was above water again and he screamed, barley having enough time to inhale for air before he was shoved under again.

The sharp rocks and other jagged rubble scraped and scratched against his skin, the dirty water making them sting. Ichigo forced himself to the surface and inhaled for air again, letting out a deafening scream once he got enough air to his lungs. The rapids seemed to have gotten stronger. Ichigo felt his body being sucked with the rapids. He heaved for air. His limbs had no energy left to swim from running for so long.

Ichigo finally got a grip on swimming and tried to kick at any hard surface his foot came in contact with. He kept his head up and he saw the everlasting river stampede forward. The rapids seemed endless. They crashed against the rocks and logs, beating them ruthlessly like a pack of wild buffalo. He had to get out of here. He had to get back on land. He wasn't well adapted to the water. If he stayed in the water, he may drown.

Ichigo saw his opening. A fallen tree that was protruding out of the water and onto land. He was so close. So close to freedom. All he had to do was climb and run. Ichigo's eyes locked on the tree and he extended his arm to grab one of the broken branches. Just as he came inches away from the branch, something hammered into his abdomen. His eyes widened and he lost his footing, his head going underwater once again.

The air left his body like a popped balloon. He was dazed and his vision was going black. His mouth was open in a silent scream of terror and pain. He felt his body do cartwheels under water, the light no longer in sight. He closed his eyes, not able to catch his breath. Ichigo was drowning. He was so close. He was so close to escaping. So close to getting away, and for what? To die like this; an early, tragic death. Just like his family?

No.

He wasn't going to give up. Not now. Not ever. Ichigo's eyes shot open and he started kicking frantically. As he expected, he gained his footing on a hard surface and he pushed, shooting upwards. How deep was this river? It seemed like a bottomless sea that seemed to have swallowed a mountain with all the rocks and trees here. Ichigo's head popped above the water again and he inhaled deeply, getting the precious air his lungs starved for. Without thinking, Ichigo threw his arms up and he caught hold of something. What it was, he didn't know; he had too much mud in his eyes. Summoning the rest of his strength in his weakened arms, Ichigo pulled himself upward. He must've grabbed another tree or something, because he was able to lie himself on his back on what seemed to be dry land. He coughed hard- very hard, coughing up dirty water and wiped his eyes free of mud with his arm. He panted hard, his chest feeling heavy and painful. Ichigo groaned pathetically. He was in so much pain. He was soaking wet and cold. He didn't even know where he was.

After a few minutes of regaining his consciousness and enough energy, Ichigo opened his eyes. He was lying on his back, looking up, and saw only the gloomy sky. He sat up carefully and looked down. He was indeed lying on the fallen trunk of a tall tree. He had grabbed a thick root in his blind search for something to clutch on to for dear life. He was only inches away from land and he scurried off the trunk and onto the grass. Oh, land! How he missed it! He hated water. It was his new enemy.

Ichigo collapsed to his stomach and panted. He was so tired and freezing cold. He shivered from the frigid water. He hated this. All this... running. It was pathetic. It was weak, cowardly, and not getting him anywhere or anything. What was he even running from? Everything he once knew was gone now. So, why did he feel the need to flee? Was he running from his own fear? Or running from something else?

Ichigo didn't have enough time to answer because soon the bellowing rapids faded and the sky turned red. The trees around him thinned and charred black to a crisp and the heavy scent of smoke filled the air. Ichigo's eyes went wide as he scrambled to his feet. The air became thick with smoke and soon the fire began flowing through the trees, catching everything ablaze in its path. Ichigo couldn't believe what he was seeing. This couldn't be. The woods were just there, healthy and damp. Where the hell did this fire come from?!

Ichigo's heart started to beat madly at the sight of the fire and he turned to jump back into the river, but the river had disappeared, replaced with trees, all engulfed in flames. Ichigo felt his anxiety sky-rocket. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be possible. Why was everything going so horribly wrong!

Ichigo looked around and realized he had nowhere to go. Everything around him began to spontaneously combust in a fiery mess. He was trapped. The flames got closer and the heat became more intense. His skin felt like it was boiling from the heat and the bright aura from the fire hurt his eyes. The fire was closer now, having Ichigo backed up to a charred tree, which had strangely not caught on fire. This was the end. The fire was now centimeters from his body. Eyes wide and heart giving one last hard thud, Ichigo lifted his head and screamed.

Ichigo awoke with a loud grunt, his eyes shooting open. That dream... again with the nightmares that haunted him endlessly.

"Are you okay?" he heard the soft voice of Rukia. He finally focused his vision on Rukia's worried face. Her eyes were wide with concern. Her beautiful, deep amethyst eyes... they were beyond words. They were so... mystical. "Ichigo? You don't seem to have a fever..." Rukia put her hand to his forehead. Ichigo didn't notice. He was too focused on her beautiful eyes. "Did you have another nightmare?" she asked him. Ichigo's eyes went wider. He thought about answering before he looked away. Rukia automatically knew that meant a yes. She didn't ask about it. She didn't want to upset him. Not while he's this sick, though she had to admit, she should've seen this coming sooner or later. "Are you hungry?" she asked. Ichigo shook his head slightly. The nightmare made him nauseous. He swore he smelt smoke in his dream. Maybe it was just the nightmare messing with his senses... "C'mon, Ichigo... you haven't eaten a thing in nearly two days." Rukia worried. Ichigo looked back up to her. Maybe eating something small wouldn't be too bad. Rukia offered her hand and Ichigo accepted it. He sat up from his blanket cocoon and stood up, nearly losing his balance.

On their way down the hall to he stairs, Rukia suddenly stopped and bowed her head. Ichigo gave her a surprised look. She just stood there, all silent and still, like a pole.

"Ichigo...?" she suddenly spoke. Ichigo was a bit worried.

"Y-yes?" he replied.

"Were you... telling the truth last night?" Rukia still couldn't shake what Ichigo told her last night. Is that really why he was alone? Did he really run away from things? Did he run away from his family and home? If so, what was the reason? The scar, the nightmares, the running; what was Ichigo's story?

"What truth, Rukia?" Ichigo asked, clearly puzzled by Rukia's question. That's when Rukia became downhearted.

'It really was the drugs talking...' Rukia thought sadly. And here she thought she was getting somewhere with him... "Nothing, Ichigo. I just had a weird dream. I thought it was real life at first. My bad." she apologized. Ichigo didn't really find it weird. He simply shrugged it off and followed Rukia down the stairs to the kitchen.

Breakfast was unusually quiet between Ichigo and Rukia. Rukia had made them both egg sandwiches, and Rukia barely touched hers. Ichigo was able to down only half. His medication still made him queasy. Ichigo was uncomfortable in the strange silence. He wondered if he had done anything wrong or upset Rukia in a way. If he did, how would he make it up to her? There has to be some way. But how is he to make something better if he doesn't know what he made bad? He was afraid to ask. He didn't want to get her even more upset.

Rukia was just thinking about what Ichigo told her last night before he fell asleep. Now she was really curious. However, even though she'd dive into something like this, or go straight to Byakuya or Yoruichi, Rukia felt it would be best to keep this a secret. Plus, interrogating Ichigo when he's this ill wasn't the best. He may get sicker, or even worse; run. For now, Rukia was going to act like she heard nothing and make Ichigo as comfortable as possible while he's sick.

The night soon fell and Byakuya came home late as always. Yoruichi had left the kitchen light on again and he sighed. Why did she always leave the light on at night? Perhaps the time he came home and nearly broke his ankle when he tripped and fell over the chair a few months ago... whatever, he'll just turn it off.

Byakuya walked into the doorway of the kitchen and glanced at the counter before turning off the light. He was going to walk away when something hit him. He turned the light back on and looked back on the counter and saw the little orange bottle that contained Ichigo's medication. It also had Ichigo's last name.

Byakuya picked up the bottle and read it.

Kurosaki Ichigo.

Sex: M

Age: 19

Height: 5'10

"Perfect..." Byakuya narrowed his eyes. This should clear everything up with Izuru. He put down the bottle and rushed outside, nearly stepping on Kon. He closed the door behind him and pulled out his phone and dialed Izuru's number. After numerous beeps, he heard the groan of a man.

"What... Byakuya?" Izuru groaned. He must've been sleeping. Byakuya didn't care. He was so close to concluding this investigation.

"Izuru, I've got him."

A few weeks later, Ichigo was back to his regular self along with Renji. Allison not only made sure there were no cigarettes in the house, but made sure if Renji was sick that he stayed as far away from him as possible. Rukia thinks the warm weather contributed to everything. The weather had improved by nearly twenty degrees and there was no longer frost or snow on the ground. Spring was finally in bloom!

Today, Renji and Allison were coming over. Allison had called, in a mass hysteria about something Renji had bought her and wanted to show everyone. Byakuya wanted nothing to do with it and made sure, even on his day off, that he was as far away from them as possible. He had some business to tend to anyway.

So, Yoruichi, Ichigo, and Rukia spent their time on the couch, waiting for the couple to arrive. They couldn't shake the thought of what Allison could possibly have received from Renji. In fact, it kind of scared them. Ichigo was a little anxious, but he felt a little comfortable with two girls next to him. Was this normal?

"You don't think its... dangerous, do you?" Yoruichi asked, clutching Kon.

"What do you mean by 'dangerous'?" Rukia asked. Ichigo wondered the same thing.

"Like, you don't think he got her a gun or anything, do you?" Yoruichi asked. Ichigo's eyes suddenly widened.

'Oh, GOD, please don't give that girl a weapon!' Ichigo silently prayed.

"No... do you think Renji would give Allison any kind of weapon that could possible kill him?" Rukia questioned. "I mean, he doesn't even let her cook let alone go near a weapon."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right..." Yoruichi agreed. Ichigo didn't know what it could possibly be.

"Perhaps he... ya know... popped the question?" Rukia asked. Yoruichi giggled.

"Yeah, Renji proposing to anyone. That's a laugh." Yoruichi laughed. Rukia didn't find it funny. Renji has potential and patience. With Allison, he's been more patience than ever. And he's a lot smarter... which is kind of humorous.

A car door slammed and everyone whipped their heads towards the door.

"I think they're here." Yoruichi piped, jumping off the couch and running to the door. Before she could open it, the door flew open and the poor woman was smushed between the wall and the door.

"Yourichi!" Allison screamed. Rukia and Ichigo were sitting on the couch, their jaws down and their eyes wide. Did Allison really just almost kill Yoruichi? Allison looked around, completely puzzled. "Where's Yoruichi?" she asked. Rukia pointed to the door and Allison looked behind her, seeing Yoruichi push away the door, a very unpleasant look on her face. Allison chuckled nervously and took a step back. She knew how Yoruichi got when she was angry. "Oops, sorry! I was just so excited to show you what Renji got me!" she chimed. Renji walked in momentarily, wondering why Yoruichi's hair was a strew.

"What happened?" he asked, his tone very spiritless. He was used to walking in on catastrophes caused by his girlfriend. So this wasn't very shocking to him anymore.

"Allison almost killed me..." Yoruichi groaned. She swore when she looked to Kon he was sneering at her. Bastard of a cat...

"I guess you can blame me for that. Did she show you what I bought her last weekend?" Renji asked. Everyone shook their head. That's when they noticed a bundle of blankets in Allison's hand. It started to move and a small whimper escaped the fabric. "Show em', Allison." he said. Allison smiled brightly before pulling the blanket away, revealing a small puppy with floppy ears, a busy tail, gleaming white fur, and beautiful hazel eyes.

"A puppy!" Allison cheered. Everyone's eyes went wide, even Kon's. "His name is Chase and he's a German Shepherd and he's the cutest thing ever in the world and I love him and I'm so happy!" Allison squealed, hugging the puppy tightly. The puppy seemed to share Allison's excitement and caring nature. It nuzzled into her, wagging its tail like a propeller.

"He's so cute, Allison!" Rukia smiled. Yoruichi walked over and pet the dog, getting very excited pants from the puppy.

"How old is he?" Yoruichi asked.

"He's 3 months old. Isn't he the cutest! Oh, I wish he would stay this small forever!" she nuzzled the puppy again, getting a gleeful yip. Renji had made his way over to the couch and sat next to Rukia, a proud smile on his face.

"So, whatcha think? I did pretty good, huh?" Renji lifted his chin with pride.

"Renji, I didn't think you would get her a puppy..." Rukia said quietly as the two girls awed over the puppy. "An article of jewelry, yes, but a dog? A living, breathing creature? Is that the wisest?" Rukia was skeptical about the whole thing. She believe Allison would be a very good pet owner, but the potentially hazardous things she may teach the dog frightened her.

"Of course! She really wanted a puppy. It hit me when I realized how much time she talked about it, and when she went to the animal shelter a few weeks ago to play with the puppies. So, why not? And she completely forgot about the whole locked out of the house thing. You were right, Rukia. It was a great idea to get her something she liked." Renji said. Rukia looked to Ichigo, who looked a bit shy about all of this.

"What do you think, Ichigo?" she asked him. Ichigo shook his head before looking to her.

"Huh, what?" he responded frantically. Rukia raised an eyebrow. He seemed... scared almost.

"Ichigo, are you okay around the dog?" she asked. Ichigo opened his mouth to respond, but flinched heavily when he heard the pup yap loudly.

"Even his bark is cute!" Allison yelled. Ichigo swallowed hard. The memory of when he was younger and chased by a large, dark brown German Shepherd still haunted Ichigo's mind like the rest of his earlier years. Ichigo had been stealing from someone's garden when the dog broke from it's chain and start chasing Ichigo down the street. Ichigo got away with a small nick on his ankle, but the terror he felt and the look of the dog's vicious nature scared the hell out of him. The dog's pointed white teeth and it's malicious-looking snarl. Even this puppy, small, innocent, and not a violent thought in it's little head, made him feel uncomfortable.

"Ichigo..." Ichigo blinked and saw Rukia's face. He can't lie to Rukia again. Not if he was going to end up in a bad situation like the last time he lied. Sick to his stomach and in the hospital for nearly two days. "Should I tell her to take him somewhere else?" Rukia asked in a hush voice. Ichigo was shocked. That wasn't fair. Not to Allison. Not because of his own stupidity. Ichigo shook his head and looked back to the puppy. It had very distinguishing brown eyes. He caught sight of the blue collar around it's neck and two jingling tags, one red, one a deep blue. Ichigo had to admit, it was actually... cute.

"Ichigo! Would you like to say hello to Chase?" Allison asked him. Ichigo hesitated a bit before nodding slightly. In a flash, Allison was in front of him with the puppy's nose just inches away from his face. Ichigo jerked backwards, his eyes wide. The puppy had a very happy face, panting in anticipation to be pet. Ichigo gave a shaky hand towards the puppies face. Chase looked at him in confusion before leaning forward and grazing his hot tounge over Ichigo's finger tips. Ichigo froze, watching the puppy trying to nibble on his hand. "Chase! No chewing! It's not polite." she scolded. Chase whimpered and pouted at Ichigo. Ichigo was in complete shock. Not a bad one, but a good shock. The kind of shock someone experiences when they do something they thought they never could've done before. He liked it. He extended his hand further and pet Chase's head. His white fur was soft and Chase yapped happily. Ichigo was petting a dog. The same kind of dog that nearly killed him years ago.

"Looks like Ichigo has another animal friend." Yoruichi commented. Ichigo smiled, petting Chase with both hands. He never got to experience animals like this. The soft side of animals. The cute baby animals. He never had a pet before. Kon was his first animal 'companion' and it looks like Chase was his new friend too.

"This is too adorable. Chase and Ichigo make a great pair! Oh, like a superhero team!" Allison said. Everyone went quiet, not sure what she meant. "What? It's a thought! Oh, whatever. It's still cute!" she smiled. Ichigo was glad he was able to lighten up about the whole dog thing. It's like the incident never happened. Seeing Chase was like a miracle. Meeting Rukia and all her friends was a miracle. Rukia sat next to Ichigo, a very proud smile on her face. Ichigo was progressing for the better. If she kept this up, Byakuya just may see how good of a person he is. That was Rukia's goal. To change Byakuya's perception on him.

Over two weeks, Allison visited a few times and Ichigo got to bond with Chase, who was just as rambunctious and hyper like Allison. Unfortunately for Kon, he ended up getting chased around the house by the puppy, followed by Allison, Renji, and Yoruichi. Rukia and Ichigo had sat back and watched the madness unfold in their home. Rukia didn't mind for nothing got smashed, broken, damaged, or set on fire, and nobody got injured and Kon didn't get maimed. In fact, after a little bit, Kon lightened up to Chase and the fat cat allowed him to even romp around him. All Kon needed to do was flash his claws and give a false swipe to send the pup high-tailing back to Allison or Renji.

If it was anyone Chase seemed loved most, it was Ichigo. As soon as the puppy laid eyes on his vibrant hair, he scurried to him and jumped around him, enticing Ichigo to play. Ichigo didn't mind lying on the floor and letting the pup nip at him. In fact, Ichigo enjoyed it. He found he and Chase had something in common; their hair. Ichigo's bright tangerine hair always got him into trouble and attracted teasing and insults. Even when he was little, he was teased at school, called "Carrot-top" and "Ginger-head". As he got older, he just ignored the remarks, though on the inside it hurt. Chase, however, had that color of fur that people seemed to love. Ichigo heard Renji say something about a rare gene in German Shepherds that gave them their snow-white fur. On some cases, they even had blue eyes. Like Huskies and Australian Shepherds. Ichigo found it unique. He liked it, and he could tell Chase did too.

Today, it was bright, sunny, and very warm. So warm in fact, that Rukia was wearing a tank-top and low shorts. She sighed as she laid on the couch. She had a few vacation days to spare, and she had to admit, she was a bit bored. Byakuya was rarely around and she was running out of ideas of what to do to pass the time. Ichigo didn't seem to mind. He just did whatever Rukia did or laid in his bed and thought of something.

Sighing, Rukia rolled on her side and looked towards the door. There must be something she could do today. As if her wish was answered, her cellphone rang. She dug in her pocket and pulled out her phone. It was Renji.

"Hello?" she answered. Ichigo had come down the stairs. He looked a lot healthier than when he first came here. He had gained a little weight, which made him look fit and he was no longer anemic had a lot more energy. "Oh, that would be great! We'd love to! We'll see you there in a few!" Ichigo had just heard the last of Rukia's conversation before she closed her phone. She jumped off the couch and ran to Ichigo with a bright smile on her face. "Renji and Allison invited us to go in the creek with them! Do you wanna go?" she asked. Ichigo felt his heart skip a beat.

'The creek? As in swimming?' Ichigo was worried about the scar that trailed over his abdomen. That's what made him so self-conscious. He hated the way it looked. It was disfigured, jagged, and over all disgusting-looking. It told the tale of what happened to him, and there was no lie he could tell that would make sense on how he got it. Ichigo opened his mouth to speak, but he ended up shaking his head no. Rukia looked disappointed.

"You don't want to go?" she asked. Ichigo looked away and frowned. He wanted to go, but not if his scar was going to be seen.

"D-do I have to... take off my shirt?" Ichigo asked. Rukia had almost forgotten about Ichigo's massive scar. She didn't tell anyone she saw it, not even Ichigo or Yoruichi. She knew he must feel low self-esteem. She wasn't going to force him to do something he didn't want to do. With a smile, Rukia looked into his chocolate eyes.

"Of course not, Ichigo." she answered. Ichigo gave her a surprised look. She wasn't going to make him take off his shirt? "Just make sure you wear something light. It is awfully warm today." she said. Ichigo couldn't believe she didn't question him. Did she suspect something was wrong? Did she catch on? He had millions of questions racing in his mind that he spaced out. "You okay, Ichigo?" she asked. Ichigo shook his head slightly before returning his gaze to her midnight eyes.

"Y-yeah. Um... so, where is this creek?" Ichigo asked. Rukia's eyes suddenly became brighter.

"It's right off the end of the bridge near the trail. So, this means you're coming along?" she asked. Ichigo nodded slowly. Rukia smiled wider and raced upstairs. "Dress in a pair of shorts! We're going to get wet!" she yelled. Ichigo was left at the bottom of the stairs. He supposed to sticking with his grey shirt he was already wearing. His baggy sweatpants would have to go. It was pretty hot. He just hoped nobody would see his scar and interrogate him.

Ten minutes later, Rukia and Ichigo were on their way to the creek. Rukia had packed a small bag full of crackers, fruit, and water just in case they got hungry. She was still dressed in her attire she was wearing before, but now had flip-flops on. The feeling of the light breeze on her skin felt great. She'd been coated with layers of warm clothes for five longs months. How she loved the month of April. Though in this city, the weather was wacky and sometimes in April the temperature would drop dramatically, making everyone dig back in their closets for their warm sweaters and mittens. But today Rukia was determined to enjoy the weather. It wasn't going to last long. By September, she'll be bundled up in her long coat and boots, bearing the chilling winds and icy mornings. The hottest it gets here is eighty-five degrees. Comfortable, but doesn't last long.

Ichigo stood back a bit, a slight blush on his face. He's never seen Rukia... this 'exposed' before and he felt a little awkward. Sure, he's seen the occasional girl or woman in skimpy clothes, but he's never really known them. Not like he knows Rukia. He knows it was slightly inappropriate to stare at her like this, but he couldn't help it. She was gorgeous. Her skin was the perfect shade of apricot and her figure. Her figure was petite and, and... perfect. Ichigo had never seen a woman as beautiful at her before. Maybe it was his close connection to her that made him feel this way, or maybe it was the close contact he's had with her for the few months he's been here. Whatever it was, it was intoxicating to say the least. He hated to admit it, but Rukia had a cute butt. Almost like a peach.

'Okay, stop! You're not some roving male, you're Ichigo Kurosaki. You're a gentleman, not a peeping tom... but she's so sexy...' Ichigo was having an internal war right now. His mind was stirring as he stared at Rukia walk so cutely. He shook his head vigorously again and put on a stern face. 'No! Stop! Stop thinking like this. This isn't right to do. Imagine what she'd do to you if she knew you were thinking such disgusting thoughts. C'mon, snap out of it, Ichigo!' Ichigo bit the inside of his cheek. What was this he was experiencing? He's never felt this way before. Was it normal? And why did he suddenly feel so hot? It wasn't even that warm out and he had shorts on. God forbid he was getting sick again...

"Have you ever been in a creek before, Ichigo?" Rukia's voice broke him from his thoughts and started Ichigo a bit.

"Uh, y-yeah, a few..." he replied shyly.

"And you can swim?" she asked. Ichigo nodded half-heartedly. He can swim, yes, but not well. Ever since the river incident, he's shied away from water all together if he could. Only a few times has he had to swim to save his life.

"Well, that's good to hear. The creek only goes up to your kneecaps." Rukia turned around and began to inspect Rukia, prompting his blush to return. "Well... for you, most likely your shins since you're so tall." she commented. Ichigo looked away and smiled slightly. He was pretty tall compared to Rukia, who wasn't even 5'0.

Soon the two were at the creek and heard the high-pitched barks from a familiar dog. It was Chase. Allison must've brought along. Her excitement rising, Rukia grabbed Ichigo by his arm and pulled him through the brush, Ichigo grunting and yelping as sticks and twigs poked and tugged at his hair. Rukia and Ichigo soon stood on the sandy bank of the creek and saw Allison and Renji in the ankle-high water. Allison was holding Chase, who had a bright orange life-vest on and doggy-paddling in mid-air.

Allison was wearing a black bikini top with red, blue, silver, and green sequins and a red skirt-dress. Renji was shirtless, his red shorts barely clinging to his hips, and his tattoos streaking across his chest, arms, and abdomen and seemed to trail a little farther down south. Ichigo wondered just how many weird-looking tattoos this guy had. He almost reminded him of a tiger... Allison on the other hand, looked beautiful, but Ichigo was more interested in Rukia, mainly because if Renji caught him staring at Allison, he would strangle him instead of Byakuya, and Ichigo didn't want neither one of those scenarios.

"Ichigo!" Allison cheered, Chase soon barking after her. Ichigo smiled. It was nice to have someone be happy to see him. Including a puppy. Speaking of puppies, Chase had gotten big. His ears were no longer floppy and he had doubled in size from the first time Ichigo had seen him. His fur seemed brighter and his eyes were getting darker. He still looked overall adorable.

"We're happy we could make it. I brought snacks!'' Rukia squealed, holding up the bag. Chase broke from Allison's grip and made a beeline for Ichigo. He jumped and his muddy paws printed Ichigo's shirt and brown shorts with mud. Chase was excited to see Ichigo. It was clear he wanted to play. Ichigo smiled nervously and pet the dog. He was much bigger now. Around five months old. He was surprised Allison could even carry him.

"Go on, Ichigo. Go play with Chase in the water." Rukia told him. Ichigo didn't wait a second more before he jumped in the water with the dog jumping around him. Renji had walked out of the water and allowed Allison and Ichigo to jump around in the water with Chase. He stood next to Rukia and smiled.

"Pretty good pair, don't ya think?" he said. Rukia shook her head at him.

"They are very happy together. Okay, so getting her a dog wasn't such a bad idea. I do think the life-jacket is cute." Rukia commented.

"Puppy safety 101." Renji said. "Allison made me read the entire book last night. So, now Chase has all his licenses and shots, a life jacket, a seatbelt, and I even have everything in my house puppy-proof." Renji said in an exhausted tone. Rukia giggled. Sounds like he had a baby on his hands.

"It's good practice for future reference, don't you think, Renji?" Rukia said with a sly smile. Renji raised an eyebrow at her.

"Reference for what?" he said, clueless. Rukia rolled her eyes and looked away. He was hopeless...

Suddenly, a wave of icy-cold water rained over Renji, soaking him and making his pony-tail droop depressingly. Rukia laughed out loud as Renji growled. He whipped his head towards Allison and Ichigo, laughing hard. Renji took a step in the water before he was knocked forward into the water by Chase, who barked triumphantly before bounding in circles around Renji. Ichigo laughed harder, enjoying the misery of the older man.

"Oh, so you think it's funny, huh?" Renji said in a scary voice, rising from the murky water. Ichigo stopped laughing and froze as he watched Renji stand up straight and smiled devilishly at him. Ichigo took a step back, not expecting what was to come next. "Let's see how funny it is with you all wet!" Renji yelled, bolting towards Ichigo. With a sudden yell, Ichigo ran and the pursuit began. Renji was about to tackle Ichigo to the water when he felt a tug on his pant leg. He looked down and saw Chase with his jaws clamped down on his shorts. "Ah! What the hell! Chase, let go!" Renji shouted frantically, but Chase held on, running with Renji. "Allison! Allison, call you dog off!" Renji shouted. Allison only laugh and began chasing the two men and dog with Ichigo in front. The group ran in circles in the creek, shouting and screaming random words with Allison laughing like a nut. Rukia sat back and watched the madness unfold. She smiled brightly at her group of friends running around and generally having a good time. She was happy to see Ichigo interacting with everyone. He didn't seem frightened or shy, and he was happy splashing around and getting wet. It made her more than happy.

But Rukia's happiness soon faded. She wished Byakuya was like this again. Like years ago when he'd take her to the creek and splash and play with her along with Renji... the old Byakuya who didn't care to get wet and wanted to spend time with her. Rukia felt overall neglected by him. Ever since Ichigo, he's seemed to be avoiding her all together. She didn't want that. If anything, Rukia wanted once, just once, a nice, long, late-night drive on the dark roads of the woods they lived in. The last time he did that, was nearly three years ago. When he quit his job...

Rukia sighed, and looked back to everyone. Renji had picked up Allison and started swinging her around, getting shrills from her. Chase didn't like that and began barking madly and nipped Renij's calf, sending the two plunging in the water. Rukia giggled. She couldn't have asked for a greater group of friends, even if she tried.

The day ended with a warm, home-made cooked meal from Yoruichi and a calm evening on Rukia's couch. Ichigo lied on his back on the couch, comfortable in his sweatpants and dry t-shirt, with his hair still wet from the shower he had to take. It took a while to get the mud out of his hair, but after some rigorous massaging, Ichigo was clean and now he was fatigued on the couch. Rukia relaxed next to him, a warm smile on her face. His hair seemed to shimmer after a good conditioning. It didn't even need the fire to shine. She believed this was the greatest characteristic she loved about Ichigo. No, she loved everything about Ichigo. Even if she didn't know his past or where he came from and how he got to be the way he was. Why he had nightmares and devastating scars that told a horrible story she did not yet know. If she'll ever know. All she knew is that Ichigo needed her. She needed him.

"Rukia?" Ichigo whispered. Rukia looked into his eyes. He was smiling warmly, but she could tell that he was exhausted after today.

"Yes, Ichigo?" she replied.

"I'm really glad that I met you..." he closed his eyes. Rukia's heart began to flutter. She smiled widely, feeling happy for the first time in a long time. She was glad she met Ichigo. She was glad she had gone out and searched for him. Had she not, he'd be somewhere else, and possibly hurt more or even dead. They were each other's saviors.

"And I'm really glad I met you, Ichigo..."

"Byakuya, is this him?"

"Yes, Izuru..." Byakuya answered darkly. "This is him." he said as he looked at the computer screen. "This is the kid who's been living in my home. This is Ichigo Kurosaki."

CLIFFHANGER! CLIFFHANGER! CLIFHANGER! Yes, Byakuya finally found Ichigo's file! Will he find anything? Lets hope so! What's with Ichigo's nightmare? Now it's a river? Will Rukia ever find out about Ichigo's past? And was Ichigo really telling the truth the night of his illness, or was it just the medication? Questions keep pouring and only I can answer them!

Whoo... this chapter took a TON out of me. It took me a long time to type it, then re-read it and spell-fix some errors, which I apologize for if there are anymore. I honestly don't know why I chose Izuru for Byakuya's investigation partner. I just though the way his hair is like that it makes him the perfect badass or something. Haha! I don't know.

Aww! Allison and Chase and Renji! What a perfect family! LOL Renji had no idea what reference Rukia had in mind! Did you? ;)

Ugh, I'm sorry half of this story is the hospital and Ichigo's nightmare -.- my apologies... but other than that, did you like it? Chapter six may take a while... I'm still now sure how to set it up yet, but I assure you that it will be uploaded eventually! During that time, enjoy some off-topic little drabbles and whatnot, or even Chapter 7 of After Party Wedding! :) (If I ever get to that either... XD)

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