Chapter 4: Coffee Liqueur after Tequila Sunrise

DISCLAIMER: Hey I own my Zangetsu. Made of Illustration board which was my art project.

Rukia was currently As neutral as a rock. The late afternoon sun entered the cafe effortlessly while blinding Rukia from time to time. Something she found extremely irritating. She found the sun to be hateful, scorching and annoying. She loved the moon so much more. It was bright and brilliant and pure.

Her preferences for the moon and the sun described her feelings for a certain loathsome man. She loathed him. To be precise, he would be that wretched sun.

Naturally, she'd be the beautiful moon.

Her loathing was besides the point. All she knew was that there was some tiny commotion in her cafe and she couldn't care less. She was used to random outbursts during the day.

After wiping the clean the last of her classy wet mugs she placed it neatly on a shelf and glanced to the commotion.

Her head registered some recognition towards the woman in the room though it wasn't enough to warrant as much surprise as Momo.

"Tatsuki, do you want something? Because you can't just barge in here without getting something to eat or drink..." Rukia called to the woman who was pulling Ichigo by the ear.

The woman turned her head in Rukia's direction. "Oh, Rukia. you own this place?"

"Yeah..." Rukia nodded in reply.

Ichigo on the other hand was writhing in pain on the floor. He heard the midget call out the name of the woman pulling him much to his surprise. He blinked only once and looked at said midget.

Rukia caught onto his moment of cluelessness and smirked as she stared him down much to his dismay. "I bet you're wondering why me and Momo know her?"

Ichigo's face grimaced from the floor. "No duh."

Rukia ignored the sarcasm. "We'll tell you if you tell us what Tatsuki is to you dumb ass."

Ichigo now scowled. He casually tore of the hand gripping his ear and stood up. He straightened up his clothes a bit before pointing at her. "My lovely manager."

Then Ichigo heavily strode to the counter and slammed his hand on the countertop. "You're part of the bargain now." he said.

Rukia shrugged. "She was me and Momo's college roommate. The university had a three person in a room basis."

She grabbed his collar hard. "Happy?" she said in a demanding tone.

Ichigo rudely slapped her hand away in response. "Whatever..."

Rukia eyed him in irritation. This ass better start showing some respect.

Obviously, Rukia's thoughts were filled with non stop single liners. Murder. Malice. Kill. Blood. Die. Disintegrate. Amputate. Decompose. So on and so forth.

Momo snapped out of shock and saw the obvious murderous look in Rukia's eyes and rushed to her side. She attempted to soothe Rukia.

"Rukia... Breath. In and out. Let's all be happy now." he said in therapist mode. She then eyed Ichigo. "You were about to leave right?"

Ichigo was about to speak but he was stopped by Tatsuki. "We are about to leave. I'm sorry for all the trouble this idiot's caused." she said humbly.

Momo smiled. "No problem."

Then Momo nudged at Rukia's arm. "Right?"

Rukia forced a smile after much effort. "Right..." she said sarcastically.

Tatsuki grabbed Ichigo by the back of his collar and pushed him out of the cafe like a little puppy. She grabbed his full glass of water and splashed it all over his head while he was on the ground to rid the man of his black hair. So now Ichigo was a wet orange puppy. Tatsuki went back in the cafe briefly.

"Let's hang out again sometime Momo. Rukia."

And with that final statement, both she and Ichigo were gone.

Silence fell in the cafe once more. There were no more customers now since it was about dinner time. Something a dessert cafe was incapable of serving. Naturally.

Rukia finished wiping of the last of the dessert plates and ceramic mugs before placing them back onto the shelf. She took off the the tight fitting vest to let some air in.

"Shall we order the usual?" Momo asked.

Rukia sat on the stool. "Yes please." she replied tiredly.

With that reply, Momo had gone to buy themselves some Italian dinner. The creamy kind of Italian.

Rukia now sat in boredom. She thought of nothing, she didn't want to do anything and moving around was out of the question. Hey on the bright side, the sun had totally submerged. The moon was now reigning the darkened sky. Well... Sort of. Just need to get rid of that annoying shade of orange on the sky.

"Orange... what a pathetic idiotic loathsome color." she muttered bitterly.

Orange was the sky now, but it would eventually fade into black. Black... That particular color isn't always pleasant. Black means death right? Not necessarily but something close. Sadness, torment and other damned words were associated with black. A plus would be sexy. That was it.

"Now black would be the worst color to recall..."

Rukia looked sullenly at the small drawer under the counter, she opened it hesitantly. Within the drawer was a picture frame filled with bright lively picture.

A man with black spike hair, blue eyes and naturally tanned skin was smiling in full blast as he lovingly held our favorite raven haired girl. She had a bright smile, a rare sight nowadays. On her finger was a ring she seemed to have loved. Showing off to the camera that is.

"Why do I still keep this picture?" she croaked.

She felt like crying all over again. Tears were obscuring her view now.

"Shit... I need a drink to drown the sadness." she mumbled as she massaged her temples.

She could go to a bar. But then the trip back home wouldn't be pretty.

"I could always put those bartender classes to good use later at closing time."

Now that that's settled, what's taking Momo so long, she thought.

As soon as she began to wonder, the door burst open once more.

"Rukia!" Momo said like a Disney princess. Yes, it was that creepy.

"What now Momo?" Rukia reply with a sigh.

"Yo, Kuchiki. How's it going..." a deep voice greeted.

A man who was slightly taller than Momo entered the room. He had a grumpy look around him and he had snow white spiky hair to boot. He had been wearing a red scarf with some gray long sleeved shirt and a cashmere coat and some comfy jeans.

Rukia managed to lock some sadness away. She forced a natural smirk. "Hey Mr. I'm extremely short with a temper to boot."

"Hey, Ms. I screw the world and wreak havoc upon it." he retorted.

"Can you guys not fight again?" Momo said in a rather annoyed tone.

Both midgets glared at each other in full power.

"Rukia..." he seethed.

"Toshiro..." she seethed back.

They still glared at each other.

Momo then slammed the countertop rather loudly hence, breaking up the little glaring contest. "Rukia, can you not do that to my boyfriend! And Shiro, to my bestfriend! Now let's all shut up and eat this lovely and freshly cooked Italian dinner before customers come for dessert." she said with a pissed tone. Extremely pissed.

Toshiro grunted. "A pissed girlfriend means I'd never get laid ever again..."

"A pissed best friend means I'll never hear the end of it..." Rukia moaned.

"Truce?" Rukia offered.

"Truce." Toshiro Hitsugaya agreed.

Momo clapped her hand happily. "Okay! Let's eat!"

Keichi gripped the handle of his blade hard. He steadied his stance and was ready to strike at the enemy at any given moment. His enemy was now known to him, His hypothesized conspirators were only one man. Nakamura Ryuuji.

Ryuuji held a devilish smirk on his face. His face was no longer as gentle as it was, his hair had been slick back giving himself a darker edge. His brown eyes were cold as his stare bore deep into Keichi's soul.

"It ends now Ryuuji!" Keichi roared as he pointed the tip of Zangetsu against Ryuuji.

"End? What end? You are not enough to end me. None of the Shinigami are fool! What makes you so different? You're just an arrogant and naive boy." Ryuuji replied as if his voice was enough to shatter the will of Keichi.

"You know you cannot defeat me! I believe you do not even have an ounce of Reiatsu. You will die here!" Keichi retorted with conviction.

"Try me."

"You asked for it!" He roared at his opponent ferociously.

Keichi stood his ground as the cloth wrapped around the handle of Zangetsu began to move violently. Keichi was enveloped in a vivid blue aura as he raised his blade up towers toward the heavens.

There was silence between the two samurai. The sound heard was of Reiatsu fluctuating violently.

"Getsuga Tensho!"

Then Keichi lowered his blade devastatingly. It was surely the end of anyone to be hit by such a technique.

"And cut!" an old raspy voice shouted from behind the crowded group of cameras. Applause was evidently heard along with a sense of relief for the actors.

"Great job Mr. Kurosaki! I could really feel the anger of your character!" the camera guy complimented with a guy's high five to Ichigo.

Ichigo laughed happily. "Yeah well I could feel Mr. Aizen's evilness ooze about. I got goosebumps." he stated jokingly.

"Really, I swear I could feel your hate." A deep voice chuckled at Ichigo.

Ichigo turned around to find a brown haired actor who had his brown hair slicked back. He had a handsomely devilish smile.

"Mr. Aizen. You were great out there! I can't believe I'm working with you, it's an honor sir." Ichigo exclaimed.

Sosuke Aizen chuckled deeply and extended a hand. "Pleasure's all mine."

Ichigo extended his own hand for a handshake. It felt great to stand on the same stage as the man who had mentored many of Ichigo's idols.

"Mr. Kurosaki! You have a guest!" Ichigo's personal assistant announced.

Ichigo's head turned at the familiar sound. A monotonous voice as it was, it was still somewhat pleasant to have a female P.A once in a while. He strode up to his assistant.

"Who is it Nemu?"

Nemu Kurostsuchi managed a small smile. "It's Mr. Ishida."

Ichigo smirked and leaned down to whispering distance. Teasing these two was damn fun. "Blushing are we Nemu?" he whispered teasingly.

She yelped. Slightly only, very slightly. Her blush became more evident in spite of he neutral expression. Why Uryuu has a thing for her is a mystery. Ichigo shrugged and ran off to his trailer followed by Nemu who was capable of keeping up with him. Ichigo stopped in front of his big classy trailer and opened the door revealing tasteful chairs and expensive furniture.

His male best friend was there too.

"Yo Uryuu!" he greeted with his hand raised.

Uryuu was looking as cold as ever. His face was oh so very pale but it was slightly tinged with pink at the sight of his current infatuation who had followed Ichigo. She bowed politely at Uryuu in a flustered manner. Something Ichigo found to be cute.

Though he just had to send her off.

Yeah... Evil me.

"Alright, what do you want jackass?" Ichigo asked jokingly.

Uryuu leaned back on the couch with an arm extended over the top of said couch. "Can't I visit a friend."

"Che." Ichigo snorted. "Bullshit, you here for your future girlfriend." he scoffed as he grabbed a chair from the side, spun it around so that when he sat the back of the chair was leaning against his toned chest.

"At least I intend to date." Uryuu replied.

Ichigo frowned at his friend's reply. "What do you mean by that?" he said with a little agitation.

Uryuu's black eyebrows slanted downward. His eyes were not so friendly anymore. "I meant that you should get out of your slump..."

Ichigo began to grip the chair. Hard. "Is it so wrong to be like this for a little while longer?"

"If a while was three years then why yes. It is somewhat... What was the word. Wrong was it?" Uryuu said sarcastically.

Ichigo snapped. His body had left the chair and had gone to Uryuu's collar in an instant. Uryuu, unfortunately, didn't seem to care about the fact that he was being held up.

"What do you know!" Ichigo roared at Uryuu. "What the hell do you know!"

Uryuu's head lowered. "Everything Kurosaki..."

Ichigo growled as his grip on Uryuu's collar tightened. "Everything my ass! What is this everything you speak of! The tabloids? The media?" he said angrily. "Right, they're you're fucking friends..."

Uryuu gripped Ichigo's hand. "She cheated on you. Why are you so hung up on her?"

Ichigo gritted his teeth and shoved Uryuu back on the couch. "As I thought..." he croaked. "You know nothing..."

"Look, Kurosaki. I didn't come here to get you mad, I just wanted to see how life's been for you. As friends." Uryuu said with a loud tone as he readjusted his glasses.

"Sorry Uryuu... It's a touchy subject. Especially since we had to make up a huge lie for the media to digest..." Ichigo said as he took a seat right next to Uryuu.

"You made a pretty good lie, I believed it..."

"Rain..." Ichigo muttered

"Rain?"

"It's always been raining. I hate it... She wasn't able to make it go away. That's why I hate the rain even more now. That lie made it storm." Ichigo said as if he was wounded. He clutched his chest.

"It would rain so much it would hurt..."

Rukia Kuchiki wiped off the sweat off her forehead as she saw the last customer call it a day. She looked up at the now dominant moon outside her shop window. It was brilliantly as snow white as ever.

Rukia started to clean the tables making sure they were dust free. She had began to count today's profit as well ready the counter for closing time. Now all she had to do was to close the curtains and flip the welcoming sign indicating that the shop was surely closed.

After a few moments of following the same old routine, Rukia had gone to look at the cabinet. That's good, all the alcohol's still there.

Rukia grabbed all her bartending stuff from a cabinet which seemed have to rarely been opened.

Rukia sat on one of her cafe chairs. "What should I start with? A shot or shall I just go ahead with the cocktails?"

"I think you can always start off with a classic Martini..." a rough voice suggested.

Rukia's head jerked towards the speaker. But much to her dismay, she saw a huge fluff of orange hair. Oh... and that horrible scowl.

"How did you get in here? The sign said closed."

"Is it wrong to look for some private place to vent off?" he replied.

She sighed. "I don't think you get the point but then again, it would be a miracle of it actually got through that thick skull of yours."

"Watch it midget..." he said in a pissed tone.

"Look, I'm not in the mood to argue with you today." Rukia reasoned, she didn't feel like getting mad at all right now.

"Fine. At least let me have a drink. I'll pay for it." he offered.

Rukia looked at him neutrally. "Don't bother, it's after closing time so it's on the house. Besides, I don't make drinks often."

Ichigo took a seat in front of her. "You're awfully nice."

Rukia rested her head on the table. "That's because I'm sort of having a bad day..."

"You too huh?"

"Really? Why did you come here?" she asked cautiously.

She saw him look away. "I just feel comfortable here..."

"So Mr. Kurosaki... What will you be having?"

"The Martini is the king of cocktails as well as the hardest to screw up." he stated jokingly.

Rukia smirked. "Actually, it's the easiest to screw up because a lot of bartenders take the easiness of the Martini for granted." she corrected.

"So are you getting my my complimentary Martini or what?"

"Shut up dork. I'll get your stupid drink." she said as she went behind the counter to fix
his drink.

She took a bottle of dry vermouth and vodka from a cabinet. Then she began to mix something foreign to Ichigo.

One minute later, she had passed on the cocktail glass to Ichigo flawlessly. "Martini."

Ichigo took the glass from her hand. "Hope you don't screw this up." he said mockingly.

"Just drink it Ichiberry." she commanded.

Ichigo smirked as he took a sip from the cocktail. His eyes widened as he swallowed a gulp.

"Did you say you rarely make drinks?" he asked shocked.

"Yeah, rarely."

"To be honest, this Martini's pretty good. Better than the other bars I've been to that is." he complimented.

"Go enjoy you're drink. I'll start with some Whisky Rocks..." Rukia stated as she went to get some Whisky.

Ichigo had decided to enjoy the exquisite drink slowly. It wasn't everyday that you get to drink some alcohol for free. The kind that actually does taste good.

Rukia came back moments later to drink with him.

"So..." Ichigo started. "What's up with the alcohol binge?"

Rukia obviously faked a smile. "Drowning out some sorrow in the shape of memories."

"Is it an ex?"

She chuckled pitifully. "Yeah, but that was three years ago..."

"Three years ago seems to be cause for everything doesn't it?" he asked.

"You're thinking about one of your ex's too?"

"The one I actually loved." he simply stated.

Rukia felt a pang of pity for this man in her chest. "Didn't that girlfriend of yours chea-"

"No..." he interrupted.

"Then what?"

"There's a secret about that incident that only less than a handful know of. We gave the media a story to cover." he said sadly as he sipped the final drops of his Martini.

"Another one?"

"Um yeah, make it a Sidecar this time." he said.

Rukia simply nodded at him and went to fetch a bottle of Brandy and and a bottle of Cointreau. She placed the liquids in a shaker along with some lemon and shook the shaker professionally. She then poured it's contents into a cocktail glass and passed it onto Ichigo.

"Thanks." he thanked.

"Unlike you, my sad story isn't as main stream news as yours but it was pretty painful." she stated as she stood up to fetch herself a glass of Kahlua Milk. She grabbed a bottle of Kahlua and took a carton of milk from the fridge. After a few moments, she had returned to drinking with Ichigo.

"I never tried Kahlua Milk, is it really that good?" Ichigo asked.

"Not for a guy such as yourself. It's a lady's favorite." Rukia replied.

"So when I buy a drink for a girl it should be Kahlua Milk?" he asked jokingly.

"Nah... There's the Golden Cadillac or some Champagne would do." Rukia replied.

Ichigo placed his glass on the table. "How bout a Screaming Orgasm?"

Rukia's head snapped at him in an instant. She gave him a what the fuck look. "Seriously?"

"Yeah seriously..."

"You know they drink that after getting laid..." Rukia attempted to reason. "Wait... You just got laid didn't you?" she said begrudgingly.

Ichigo laughed hard. "Oh no midget, We both know it's actually quite creamy and delicious despite the fact that it's somewhat somewhat similar to you know what."

Rukia sighed in defeat. "Oh well, I'll make it two..."

Ichigo snorted. "Heh. You're drinking it too?"

A few seconds later, Ichigo's foot was in a lot of pain.

"Shut up." she said dangerously.

Rukia slipped back behind the counter to get some Amaretto, Coffee Liqueur, Chocolate Liqueur and more importantly, the vodka.

After mixing the drink and pouring it into two cocktail glasses she went back to sit with Ichigo.

"Screaming Orgasm..." she stated.

He carefully took the glass from her. He took one sip of the creamy white substance and placed the glass down.

"Why did you feel like drinking this?" Rukia asked nonchalantly.

"I remembered something from before. You know, three years ago..." he replied.

Rukia chuckled rather cutely. "It's always three years ago wasn't it?"

"Yeah..."

Rukia took a sip from her own glass. "What happened anyway?"

Ichigo took to big gulps of alcohol and looked a bit conflicted. It looked like he was having some inner debate with himself.

"Senna happened..."

"I just landed on a landmine didn't I?" Rukia said apologetically.

He his eyes caught hers in a heartbeat. "No it's fine... I'll tell you nothing but the absolute truth."

Rukia looked at her strangely. "Are you sure? I've only known you for two days."

"Make it three days. It's twelve in the morning." he said before cracking a faint smile. "Besides I feel like I can trust you. You remind of someone."

Rukia felt somewhat shocked. "Someone?"

"Senna."

Then Rukia began to feel heavy in the chest. Shit, no wonder why he keeps coming here.

"I could say ditto..." she said.

"Really?"

"He looks a lot like you so much that it's scary. Except... he has black hair." she said.

Ichigo laugh awkwardly. "So looking at each other is quite painful isn't it?"

"Yeah, no kidding." she replied.

Rukia stood up. "Let's just ditch the cocktails and go to real drinking."

Ichigo smirked. "Make it some Gin."

Rukia smiled. "You got it." she said as she went to get some Gin from the cabinet.

Ichigo just stared towards Rukia getting a bottle of Gin. Woah, she actually smiled at me.

Rukia came walking back a little wobbly. But she still held the bottle and the glasses intact. She sat down and poured the alcohol into two shot glasses, she gave the other to Ichigo.

"She didn't cheat on me..." Ichigo stated.

Rukia looked at Ichigo in curiosity. "She didn't? But then they found the guy and there was so much proof and all."

"We doctored a picture of me and Senna kissing. That's your photographic evidence. The guy was some random good looking guy whom we paid a lot to shut up." he said as he quickly consumed the Gin.

"Then what really happened?"

"Well, Schena hagh ga gichies. Ig wabsh gyhancher..." he Ichigo slurred.

Rukia began to worry. Not panic, just worry. "Oh great, Ichigo can't actually hold his liquor."

"..."

Rukia suddenly Rukia brought her hands to her mouth, her eyes were wide. "Why did I just call him Ichigo? Shit, I'm getting too friendly with him... I can't get too close." she said while pained.

Ichigo on the other hand was sleeping and drooling on the table, Gin in hand.

Rukia stood up and looked at him. I can't just leave him here cold.

Just as Rukia faced the stairs to get an extra blanket for the sleeping carrot, she felt a hand grip her wrist hard. She was nearly caught off guard. She looked down to see that he held her in his sleep.

"Senna... Don't die..." he mumbled.

Then his grip had managed to pull Rukia down to the point that she was squatting and to the point where she could see his sleeping face perfectly.

How do I get out now? I'm stuck, in the most uncomfortable position ever...

He began to pull her closer. His strong grip was unbreakable.

Now Rukia felt panic settle deep in her stomach. "Don't kiss me! Dont kiss me! Don't kiss me!" she chanted repeatedly hoping his brain would get the message.

No shit, it didn't work.

Now his breath was something she felt on her face. Meanwhile, her face was nearing the shade of Renji's hair.

Rukia closed her eyes shut and steeled herself as his sleepy breath drew nearer and nearer. Eventually, to the point where they were nothing but a millimeter away. Rukia could do nothing but squirm under his powerful grip.

Shit, does he fucking kiss people in his sleep, she panicked in her thoughts.

He had managed to plant his lips onto her now flushed face. Rukia almost felt relieved now. The good news was that he had missed his target, after all, he was technically blind. The bad news was that he managed to get at least a fourth of his lips on his target. All in all, he had managed to kiss Rukia in the part of her face near her lips.

Rukia managed to pull away and after much struggle, pry his hand off her wrist.

"This man is insane..." she cursed.

After giving his sleeping face on good look.

"I can't just leave him like this."

She then shrugged and proceeded upstairs promptly, she came back with a cotton blanket and draped it over Ichigo. She smiled for a moment but when she realized she was smiling she bit her lip.

"No... He only looks like him when he sleeps." she muttered.

Rukia began to look bit pained. She had the strongest urge to kiss him in his sleep but then she had to constantly remind herself that he was definitely not Kaien. It was hard, especially when Ichigo has the exact same expression as him whenever he sleeps. She used to surprise Kaien with a kiss before, but this isn't Kaien. The alcohol on her system was talking.

Rukia bit her lip harder. Get back upstairs Rukia, he's not Kaien.

Rukia simply ran upstairs forcibly.

She opened her door and needy slammed it shut. She didn't even bother changing her clothes. She just plopped on her bed and lay there silent. She pulled up the blanket and curled up.

She ended up crying herself to sleep.

Ichigo Kurosaki woke up in a daze. His head was sleeping against the solid coffee table and he was apparently drooling a bit. He noticed he had a blanket on him, a warm one. Unfortunately, it had that ungodly face of an old cartoon show. A.K.A. Chappy. Ichigo scowled at that detail nonetheless it was proof that Rukia placed it on him.

So she does have a heart.

As Ichigo attempted to sit up he suddenly felt his head throb in insane pain. He couldn't see straight and he had a really bad headache, brilliant.

Geez after a few drinks Ichigo? How pathetic can I be?

The first thing his brain recognized was the need for a glass of water and as soon as be was able to support himself, he noticed a glass of cool mineral water along with a few headache pills as well as stomachache pills, how thoughtful.

He took a head ache pill and washed it down with the water which was practically like fresh spring water in his throat.

His head was still throbbing but he could stand now. Straight at least. Though walking was still a wobbly affair. Looking at the clock wasn't as hard.

It's five am in the morning. Doubt she'd be awake. But then again, that woman is strange and extremely uptight.

He managed the fold the blanket neatly and placed it on the counter.

As he was beginning to leave he heard a scream from upstairs. It was strangely high pitched, quite the opposite of the usual deep voice he always heard emanating from her throat.

Without a seconds thought he rushed up making large thuds for footsteps. He came upon a door he saw when he hid in the hallway of the second floor. He banged the door to the room with the most sound only to find it was bathroom.

His eyes widened considerably.

"Shit..." he cursed.

Rukia Kuchiki was in the shower clutching the nearest ledge for her dear life. It would seem that slipped in the shower but that wasn't the biggest picture. She was, to put it bluntly, naked as the day she was born.

The lovely supple ass he nearly got a boner on was in full view. It wasn't just her ass though, he could see everything. He could see her average sized but firm breast, her rosy nipples were not obscured from view at all... Not that he was complaining, heck he could see her tightness down there in full view.

On the other hand, Rukia was beet red, at the fact that a man she had know for only three days had seen her nude. Yeah, oh the fucking joy. She saw him stare at her. Once she realized this she quickly took her balance and slammed the shower door shut.

"G-get out!" she screamed at him.

Something Ichigo jumped at and something he quickly obeyed with no hesitation.

He quickly scurried out, slammed the door shut and placed his back against the door. His back slid down the bathroom door as he heard the shower run again.

"Shit." he cursed once more in a breath.

His manhood was almost up like a rocket.

AN: Well yeah I know, pulling a little revealing stuff at the end but then thats why I chose said rating in the first place. Anyways, sorry for the really late update, I had to do a six to eight page report on one of my presidents. That's excluding the title page and the sources in APA Format that's due tomorrow and I haven't started much. Then I need to submit my final debate paper the day after. Yeah, and then I need to run after teachers to give them my requirements for my clearance to get through the school year. It's a no clearance no report card policy. No report no enrollment for the next year, it's pretty harsh.

Anyways! Enough ranting. Please review guys, yes I'm speaking to you story alerters. You guys are quite a number. I have my eye on you all, in fact I could name you guys. Though it's all your choice guys but I'm urging you.

I'm gonna get longer and faster chapters eventually.

Songs while writing:

Tune In The Rainbow- Maaya Sakamoto

Shojo S- SCANDAL ( I love this song)

SCANDAL BABY- SCANDAL ( One of my favorite SCANDAL songs)

Listen to the songs I've listed down because they're all awesome. Especially Glow by: Fumiko Orikasa and Masakazu Morita. It's the best evidence of IchiRuki. As well as the others like: you stopped the rain, constant bickering, Orihime getting jealous at their relationship and stuff. I'm pretty sure Kubo and Morita are IchiRuki. Johnny Young Bosch is blind for choosing Ichihime! A fan made him ask Rukia on a date. "So Rukia I was just thinking if it was okay th-that we umm... Maybe we could just go out on a d-date or something... Bwaaah! Forget it, I'll go ask Orihime instead!"

Happy Valentines!

AkaBaka-chan signing off~

愛してるよ‼

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