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Chapter 3: Orange Coffee Would Be Horrible.

A pale woman of petite stature sat on a stainless steel standard issue hospital chair guiding her watchful amethyst eyes onto the man on the bed. She breathed slowly as she watched him breath slow but steady breathes that ensured his life. She casually fixed her raven locks back onto place and reached out to touch him.

He looked so dead as he was strapped to countless machines. Machines that were living for him.

It wasn't right, he doesn't deserve this. It was all my fault to begin with. I should be the one strapped to those machines. He had so much ahead of him. He had a future. All I had was him and the fact that I was my family's puppet.

Then the woman leaned towards the man until her nose was touching his. "You're barely even breathing..."

Then seconds later, tears fell down and it's teardrop form shattered on his perfectly tanned skin. Then, her tears touched his jet black hair.

She wiped her tears leaving her eyes to stay red. Then she pressed her warm lips against his cold ones. She gave him a quick chaste kiss.

"I'm sorry... I know you told me not to wait, but I can't help it... No one compares to you... No one."

Ichigo Kurosaki was walking around the streets at around three pm in the afternoon. The great thing was that he wasn't being stalked at all. Though that would be due to his hair being temporarily dyed to jet black. It's the perfect disguise, courtesy of his manager.

He smirked in glory as he watched so many ignorant fans barely spared him a glance. Victory tasted so sweet.

Despite victory, he felt his stomach grumble and figured that he should probably grab something. A snack of some sort.

"Maybe I ought to go eat at Yuzu's. I haven't seen her in a while. But then her restaurant's in the other side of town and I'm just walking around the vicinity near my place..." he mumbled to himself.

Then he popped up his cellphone and looked at all the restaurants and cafes he noted down. After scrolling through a few he came down with one shop that suited his taste at the moment. As much as he hated it, it was the midget's cafe.

He stuffed his hands along with his phone back into his coat's pocket and walked his merry way towards damnation. Hey, at least he can make her miserable for a day...

Rukia was just busy with all the working people in the vicinity choosing to take their coffee break in her oh so lively cafe. She'd never complain because this was something she openly enjoyed. Watching customers love your food is one of the best feelings you can have. It feels refreshing. Like having shaved ice in a hot smoldering summer.

She was currently finishing the last touches in a drink by adding a heart shaped swirl pattern on the surface of the coffee. Then she carefully placed a slice of Blueberry Cheese on a neatly arranged plate for a regular who frequented her dates in this place. Then she grouped it on a tray along with a ready made Decaf Mocha and a scoop of Pistachio.

She readied her voice for some small time shouting.

"A House Hot Chocolate, Decaf Mocha, Blueberry Cheesecake and Pistachio for Rangiku!"

One head in the small crowd turned towards Rukia. The strawberry blond quickly excused herself from her date and scurried along to Rukia. Her assets bounced as she walked.

"Thank you!" she thanked.

Rukia smiled back warmly towards her friend who happened to be the one in charge of scouting potential models for a big name modeling agency called Haineko. The she should be a model herself considering that she was a real beauty as well as a woman who was well endowed, with sexy curves and balloon sized breasts.

"Nice date Rangiku, where did you find him?"

Rangiku grinned in a giddy fashion. Then she leaned closer to the counter. "He's a childhood friend of mine. It just took me this long to notice him but there's a high possibility that I might just love him..."

Rukia's eyes widened for just a second. One second only, nothing more.

Love was such a rare word for Rangiku Matsumoto. Love was foreign to someone who had fling after fling, flirty boyfriend to flirty boyfriend and to simply some guy she met in a bar. To find her in love with someone meant that that someone would cherish her.

"That's great... He must be pretty outstanding."

Rangiku chuckled. "Are you kidding? He's perfect!" Then Rangiku leaned down and motioned Rukia to come closer. She carried a suggestive look in his eyes. "In both ways..."

Rangiku gave her a straight glare. "Now's not the time to be implying such matters Rangiku..."

Rangiku felt an extremely cold chill shoot straight up her spine. "Yeah... You're right..." she said in a rather forced manner.

"Excellent, now go scurry back to your lovely and perfect boyfriend and eat. If you also bring out extreme PDA I will

kick you out with no hesitation..." she threatened rather happily.

Rangiku shrugged. "Yes, your lovely cold highness." she mocked.

Then she picked up the tray carefully like a fully trained waitress. "He's my boss at the agency though..." she quickly whispered to Rukia. Then she expertly went trough the tables to reach her date. And as soon as she sat there, they had begun to talk. Watching Rangiku in love was actually heart warming, they weren't being total flirts. They really did have love.

"How nice... I keep complaining about not being able to date. And it's also a fact I can get one easily but..." she said sullenly as a tiny tear formed at the edge of her eye. "I'm all talk... I'm not ready for a another relationship at all..."

As soon as she stared sadly at the cafe door someone came in that made her entire being freeze. Even her heart.

A man, a tall man who had jet black spiky hair entered the room. He had pitch black shades but even though his eyes were obscured from view, his face was visible enough. He was smiling, smiling familiarly. His hair was unmistakable. His face was strikingly handsome as usual.

Rukia's mouth was left open. "It can't be him... I just visited him this morning..." she croaked.

The man eyed the area then approached the counter slowly, torturously to Rukia.

She had hope occupying the very back crevice of her brain. Her logic told her otherwise but her heart told her it was him. She had an inner debate on whether to do what her brain told her or to just simply let loose and let her heart lead. But then, what if he was just a stunning look alike.

In the end, logic took the lead. You must be dreaming, was what her brain told her.

He finally stopped in front of her. "Can I get a tall homemade iced tea and apple pie?" he asked.

Rukia just stared at him frozen. That voice was like fresh spring water to Rukia but it sounded a bit off.

"..."

She cringed. It wasn't really spring water, it sounded a bit rough around the edges.

Then the guy looked a little worried. He slowly lifted the shades down revealing the amber eyes she did not expect. "Hey Rukia, is there something on my face? Oh right! The hair! You didn't know it was me didn't you midget?" he said politely at first but then teasingly then insultingly.

And in that single sentence all of the cold Kuchiki was seeing red. Crimson and bloody red. The murderous red.

She gritted her teeth. How could she have possibly though it was who she thought it was?

She then grabbed him by the collar. "By all means, dye your hair in something other than black... The shade's offending to me, especially on you..." she seethed.

"Whoa Rukia! You're making a scene!" he shouted.

Rukia's eyebrows furrowed then her grip on his collar slackened. She looked oh so very mad. "At least come with your shades off so I know it's you..."

He fixed his jacket and straightened it out. "Why, do I look like someone you know?"

"That's personal dumb ass. Did anyone teach you manners. Especially when asking people personal questions." she scoffed openly as she attended to a customer other than Mr. My Hair Is Not Orange.

Rukia sighed as she made the finishing touches on someone's coffee then she placed it on a tray on the counter. She hollered out some unknown's name and some pathetic guy came looking for his coffee.

Ichigo looked at said pathetic nerdy man. He was flabby, ugly, he had big rimmed glasses and he probably hasn't bathed in a while... Yuck... Though he wasn't just looking for coffee, he happened to eye a certain Kuchiki.

Oh dear... She attracts unwanted attention, he thought.

Though, Rukia probably does attract that kind of attention considering her attire. It shows of that ass of hers. That lovely supple ass. Perfectly rounded and so tempting. So touchable. And her curves are pretty nice in that bartender-ish suit of hers.

"..."

Shit!, he inwardly cursed. I should never fraternize with the enemy. I have no fucking reason to, she is an ugly witch with an ugly ass and saggy breasts... She does not have creamy white skin nor does she have a great ass made for groping.

Those were Ichigo's thoughts. On the outside though, he looked like he came straight out of a mental institute.

All of a sudden, he felt someone lean on his shoulder.

"Heya Ichigo." a familiar voice to him hollered.

"Oh, Ms. Rangiku... How do you know it was me?" he asked surprised.

Rukia was pretty much ignoring the whole reunion to get the bastard food.

"I never forget my models. Especially one of your physique and face." she said teasingly while pressing her lovely assets onto the arm she was holding.

"Rukia, mind if I borrow him for a sec?"

Rukia barely even moved nor looked at them. "It's not like I'm his fucking baby-sitter..."

Then Rangiku giggled before forcibly dragging Ichigo to a corner.

Ichigo groaned in irritation. "What are you doing?"

"Saving you, idiot... Ichigo, didnt you notice?" she asked seriously.

He looked at her as of she was a heretic. "Notice what?"

"Do you want to show off little Ichigo to Rukia?" she said shamelessly.

Then Ichigo grew a bit red. Then he discreetly looked down. Apparently, his was getting a little hard. Just little. Super little. It's not like she can induce things like that right? This coffee shop is cold is all.

"Ichiberry!" a pissed voice bellowed.

Ichigo's head snapped in Rukia direction. What the hell midget!

Rangiku forcibly made him look at her. "Ichigo." she said sternly. "I can understand if you're physical attracted to her-"

"I'm not!" he interrupted.

"Okay fine... unconsciously attracted. So take off your coat and use it to hide it.. That should cover it until you settle down. Though seriously... Haven't you done enough women more blessed than Rukia? Maybe you're into that S&M thing..." Rangiku said like a mother to a son who was still a virgin.

Ichigo cringed at the 'S&M thing' but ignored it eventually. "I was thinking of something else..." he replied.

Rangiku grinned widely and leaned closer to his ear to whisper. "I can tell you were looking a her ass..."

"I wasn't!"

"If you say so." Rangiku said mischievously. "Now go get your food before that Kuchiki you're so attracted to unleashes hell."

Ichigo glared at Rangiku who seemed to be unaffected by said glare. "Whatever..."

Then he heavily strode towards the counter in a very Ichigo fashion. Though as he finally reached the counter he couldn't help but notice how the midget was when she saw him or how she jumped slightly at the sight of him.

It's not my business...

She looked at him, but not straight in the eye like he had done several times yesterday. "I assume you're dining in?"

"Yeah." he replied flatly.

It's great that we're so civil now... But it feels dull...

Then Ichigo shook his head hard and simply stared at the food she had placed on a tray today. He grabbed the tray and involuntarily chose a seat where the counter was in full view.

Ichigo eyed his apple pie and quickly devoured a fourth of the lovely treat. He then drank the lovely cocoa substance and allowed the hot drink to sink down his throat. He licked his lips to clear up the remaining liquids.

He took another small bite out of his delicious apple pie and watched over the counter.

He scowled in deep thought. There's no way I'll ever be attracted to that she-devil. Rangiku is just plain wrong. That midget is nothing like my type.

"On the bright side, people like her don't have any special someone. They just die single. All old and saggy and so not pretty..." he mumbled.

"What do you mean I don't have a special someone!" a very demanding voice snapped at him from behind him.

His head jerked back and quickly turned to look at the cause.

"When did you get there midget?" he asked with a grin.

"Does your Neanderthal brain exist in some alternate dimension?" she retorted insultingly.

Ichigo's eyebrows were very slanted now. His grin faded away like fire blown away by a strong wind. "My brain may not be as oh so brilliant but exceptionally dull and boring as yours but I'm pretty sure it's wired for more important things. Wired for something you happen to not posses midget."

She slammed the tray she was holding on his table. Her popping vain was very visible. "What would that be asshole?"

Ichigo grinned. "Three letters honey..."

Then he pulled her down by her shoulder until her ear was directly beside his mouth. "It starts with an S, care to guess?"

Ichigo felt her freeze on the spot. Ah sweet victory.

And before that temporary black head noticed, his face was in pain, as in, the feeling of someone shooting you in the face. A red hand print was clearly imprinted on his tanned skin and his head had been tilted to the side because of the impact.

"For Christ's sake! Why do you men always find the need to talk with your fucking dick!" she yelled at him, her voice read irritation.

"It's one of man's needs!" he counter argued.

"I bet all your real ex- girlfriends broke your heart a hundred times so you're off screwing with whores!"

"Hey! at least I have a wonderful sex life! What about yours? I bet your sex life is nonexistent!"

"Nonexistent!" she spat. "I clearly have a life while you don't! Besides, I bet you're all bark and no bite. I bet that you can't even last a single fucking round!"

"Oh, and you can?" he mocked dangerously.

She smirked. "It's one of my many talents mind you."

Ichigo looked away in a snappy manner. "Aren't we making a scene?"

He felt something connect with his head, it resulted to extreme pain.

Shit... She punched me!

"Gee, I wondered why you just though of it now dumb ass?" she said sarcastically.

If only he could hit girls.

"Why haven't you thought of it!" he retorted.

"Oh, maybe because it's that period of the day where only the regulars come. I'm pretty sure they know me well enough not to mind." she said in a mocking manner.

He glared at her in utmost hate. No, in utmost loathing. Yeah, there's no way he'd ever be attracted to this bitch. She's like a demon straight from the far reaches of hell.

Ah, screw being civil!

As Ichigo sat mumbling curses against her lovely demon highness in his lovely seat which was bound to break soon judging from how hard he gripped the sides of the chair, the happy couple heard a squeak before hearing the sharp thud of things falling.

"My God." a short brown haired girl who kept her hair in a bun croaked as her hands covered her mouth. Her hands quivered. "Rukia... Is that-" she said shakily.

"No." Rukia interrupted. "Just the dumb ass who happened to dye his hair in that particular shade." she replied.

He looked at the petite brown haired girl weirdly. His eyes then widened in recognition.

"Aren't you that girl I bumped into yesterday?"

The girl looked surprised but them let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God, it's just Rukia's so called asshole..."

"Asshole?" he muttered angrily. "Who is she and what did you tell her midget!" he asked in the rudest manner in existence.

"Is it so wrong to rant about you to my best friend Kurosaki? Now wash off that ridiculous hair before my male best friend comes running in here." she said demandingly.

Ichigo grinned. "Are you screw-"

"No!" she interrupted with a flying pan clearly aimed for his only weapon in bed.

Luckily Ichigo blocked the frying pan. Unfortunately, it slightly gave him first degree burns much to Rukia's dismay.

He heard her 'best friend laugh'. "Rukia never saw her friend that way."

Then she looked at him cheerfully with big round chocolate eyes accompanied with a big smile. "Momo Hinamori, I'm a psychiatrist. And from time to time, personal therapist for Rukia."

Hey, she's pretty cute.

"Oh, and I already have a boyfriend." she added knowing full well what he was thinking.

"Well I'm-"

"Ichigo Kurosaki, I already know." she said with a hand raised indicating him to not speak. "I already have your psychology nailed."

Ichigo was intrigued. "How so?"

Momo gave a smirk. "You're pretty arrogant. Though you're a really kind fellow, you just have a bad way of showing your kindness. You tend to be overprotective over people you care about and you don't always fall for big tits. Falling in love for you is a bit challenging but once you have it, you keep it. You're the type who never dumps people, it's vice versa. Shall I keep going?" she asked innocently.

Shit she's good.

She shrugged at him pleasantly. "You fall for women who are different and normally, you fall for those who tend to oppose you a lot. Like you're last last ex, Senna. She was you're total opposite, I'm surprised she lasted that long."

He glared at Momo who didn't mind the glare at all. "Can we not talk about my ex's?"

Rukia sighed. "I don't like the way this analysis is going Momo."

"Sure you don't." she replied hyperly. "Because you fit the description of his preferences for girls." she said with a cheerful clap.

"What!" they yelled at Momo simultaneously.

"You guys have the same character to be precise which is why you both will probably never get along. But then since you both bicker a lot, Ichigo unconsciously takes it as an opposition. Hence, he can't help but feel attracted to you Rukia." she grinned. "And besides, it's not every day an actor of his reputation gets to meet girls who equally dominates like himself."

Rukia clutched the table furiously. "Shit Momo, that's enough analysis..." she seethed.

"Aren't you a psychiatrist?" Ichigo asked.

"Mm-hm, but helping the psyche of those with mental disorders isn't that different from therapy or just plain observing the way a person acts. It's all in the same branch anyway." she replied joyfully. "Though I chose psychiatry because it seemed more fun."

This woman's scary, she really did get me nailed. Except for my preference for the bitch. That's impossible.

Then Momo faced Rukia in an upbeat manner. "How about my usual?"

Rukia smiled back with a sigh. "Right, go find a seat. Just give me three minutes." then Rukia went back to fix her friend her afternoon snack.

Ichigo fell silent. "She actually knows how to smile..." he mumbled. His head absentmindedly rested on the palm of his hand.

"Course she does. Though that's nothing compared to how she used to smile a long time ago. Though, she's always sad or angry nowadays." Momo replied to his mumblings.

Ichigo jerked at her reply. "I never said anything."

He had to admit he wondered how she used to smile. Was it really that brilliant?

She giggled. "Sure you did. Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked pointing to the chair in

front of him.

He shrugged. "It's a free country."

Then with a small giggle Momo sat down. "So Ichigo, how does it feel to be in the spotlight all the time?"

He looked at her without moving his position. "It's a major hassle."

"How so?"

"I have no privacy. When I get a girlfriend it becomes big news. Bigger than a war in Iraq. If we do break up nice and clean, reporters cover the story and give theories that she cheated on me and blah blah blah. If I'm found saying hi to an old female friend, they take it as a secret girlfriend..."

"That does suck..." she replied sympathetically.

"Course it does..."

Momo then bore a serious face "Hey, does KS-5 sound anything familiar to you?"

He looked at her weirdly. "KS-5?"

She looked a little sullen. "I guess it's fine if you don't. Forget I ever mentioned that. It was a random question anyway..."

"Ok?"

That's random...

Then as their small conversation ended Rukia delivered Momo's food personally. "Your usual tea combo."

"Ah!" Momo squeaked with a clap. "Thanks Rukia!"

"No problem." Rukia smiled. But them the smile faded when she turned to face the man on the other side of the table. "Want anything else?" she said in a businesslike fashion now.

"I'm fine..." he replied.

"Alright then..." she stated to him.

Momo happily munched on her green tea ice cream. She seemed euphoric about the ice cream.

"I shujest you gye your hea vrown..." Momo mumbled to him.

Ichigo placed a wagging finger at her. "Swallow, then speak."

Momo nodded and gulped down the spoonful of ice cream she swallowed.

"Whoo... Anyways, as I was saying. You should just dye your hair brown. It's still colors away from your usual shade of orange." Momo suggested.

"For her?" he asked saying 'her' with blatant disdain.

"She'll be more hostile against you if you keep it black."

Before he could reply, Momo covered his mouth. She looked at him seriously. "Don't ask..."

"Fine... I'll relay the message to my manager..." he replied reluctantly.

"Your manager?"

"Yeah she's-"

His speech was interrupted by a sudden burst of the door. A woman with black hair in a boyish cut entered. She wore a coat, some random t-shirt she found in the deep crevasses of her cabinet and capri pants.

She looked furious as she searched the room. Rukia was just wiping a few glasses behind the counter and she didn't seem to mind. The woman made three stomps forward.

"Ichigo Kurosaki, get down here now! We're late! You're late. Real fucking late!" she bellowed.

Ichigo looked shock and seemed to jump at the woman's voice. "What are you doing here! H-how did you find me." he asked, his voice indicated he was pissed.

The woman shot him a glare.

Momo squeaked a bit. "Aren't you-"

"Yeah... Long time no see Momo"

AN: Bwahahahaha! Chapter 3! Sorry I took a while, I was too indulged in Final Fantasy XIII, hey on the bright side... I'm on disc 3 of the game now!
I made this chapter longer but this chapter is boring. Think of it as a bridge to something far more interesting. I have so many plans for this fic in my head
but I need to connect the dots first. Thanks for all the reviews so far! Keep reviewing. The more reviews that faster the updates, so please!

Song while making: High School Of The Dead by: Kishidan Kyodan and The Akeboshi Rockets.

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Oh and Aizawa Ayumu Oz Vessalius- You want 26 year old virgins? I'm sorry but that's kinda off... weird... Sorry... Gomen, that had been my intention from the start.

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