DISCLAIMER: IF I WERE KUBO, I WOULD HAVE NOT GIVEN ORIHIME A CHANCE AT ALL.

Chapter 7: Having Dessert And Eating It Are Two Completely Different Things.

Ichigo Kurosaki stood in an expensive high class ballroom the film company had rented for the end of the filming party. The ballroom had been filled with the executives, producers, the film crew, the actors and actresses and a few extra people to make the party lively. All they served was champagne and some wine, girly alcohol was what it was. It couldn't get him drunk enough to let time pass by quickly. He was dying to get out of this tux. It was so hot and constricting.

He called for another snooty waiter for some more champagne and he quickly attended to Ichigo. This is starting to taste like juice. He drank the alcohol slowly in hopes of enjoying it as Sosuke Aizen approached him. "Isn't this such a bore Ichigo?"

Ichigo nodded. "Yeah no kidding. It's just the same old thing."

Aizen smiled as he fixed his glasses. "I just noticed that our Main Producer isn't here yet..." he stated as he looked around.

Ichigo took a sip. "I heard he wasn't coming." he replied nonchalantly.

Aizen suddenly looked at him. "Oh really? Then the young Ms. Kuchiki is sure to attend." he told him amusingly.

Ichigo nearly coughed on champagne but managed to save himself before Aizen noticed anything. "Pardon?"

"Ah... Rukia Kuchiki would most certainly attend in his place." he repeated to Ichigo slowly. "Is there a problem?"

Ichigo pulled up a natural smile. "Oh... It's nothing. I heard the woman herself was a real prude." Ichigo said as he just backstabbed Rukia.

Aizen roared in laughter. "Quite contrary to what you think, she's a real natural beauty of grace and elegance. I've met her several times before." he defended Rukia.

"I'm looking forward to it." Ichigo lied through his teeth.

Ichigo bid his farewells to the fellow actor and began to wander the extravagant room in tireless anxiousness and anticipation. He knew why he was anxious but he didn't understand what exactly he was anticipating. He placed his empty champagne glass on a table and began to schmoozing with certain big name studio executives and other Hollywood bigwigs. They all seemed to like him very much and some had even offered him a few movie roles though he politely declines because he didn't want to be a some hormonal teen who mindlessly get some slut pregnant or be some underground spy who just dies in the end. Though he was considering the role of an agent who likes to 'associate' with the hot and sexy enemy.

His decision depended on whether the actress he's make out with was hot.

With a smirk, he excused himself and began to look for Tatsuki now in hopes of easing his now growing anxiety. His hands were sweating now so he stuffed them in his pocket. He finally found someone wearing a bright shade of red. So red that she was the center of attraction, among men of course.

They had chosen a devil red dress that exuded sexiness but elegance and sophistication. To be precise, it was the playing hard to get dress and that was exactly what she was doing. She would subtly flirt with one and blow him off.

Yeah, that was his childhood friend and manager indeed.

He strode up and instantly blew off all the men trying to woo her.

"Yo Tatsuki! Any news on the Kuchiki?" he shouted to her.

Tatsuki excused herself from all the men courting her and approached Ichigo. "Nah, no one actually knows. So you'd just have to wait my friend who is attracted to my college friend in more ways than one." she teased him openly.

He grew red and looked elsewhere. "Shut up!"

"Anyways, if you don't have anymore questions I'll be going back to those gentlemen and have some fun." she smirked at him as she joined the men who were eagerly waiting for her return.

Ichigo smirked.

She's learned how to be a flirt now, he thought.

Then he sat on a chair positioned right next to an empty table. He honestly had nothing better to do than chat and drink until two am in the morning. It was almost nine thirty.

Shit, isn't there something I can do?

As he wallowed in his deathly boredom he felt a slight tap on his shoulder.

"Umm... Mr. Kurosaki, may I have a moment of your time?" a bubbly voice asked politely.

Ichigo turned to face the speaker revealing brownish orange hair and a huge rack covered by a blue shimmering dress that had some amount of sexy to it. She had a cheerful smile beaming straight at him.

"Sure, why not Inoue." he replied positively as he stood up from his lonely chair and accompanied her to wherever she wanted to go.

They stopped near the balcony. "Ah Mr. Kurosaki, would you help me out for a sec? I need to get rid of a stalker. I don't know how he got in, so I thought I could ask you." She requested politely.

"I play bad boy?" Ichigo mused.

"Do what you can please. His name is Keigo Asano apparently." she said masking her disdain almost evident.

"I'll take care of him for you. It's the least I can do for the leading lady in this film." he stated confidently as he easily found a some geeky man in a makeshift tux.

He approached the poor man heavily. He had been wearing a pink shimmering tux that didn't really have sleeves on it. Was he trying to show off his nonexistent muscles. Oh, and the face... It was ugly as hell. His hair looked so greasy and to make matters worse, he had been wearing some sick perfume that urged Ichigo to regurgitate his lovely high class dinner.

"Hey! Dork!" Ichigo called out to the pathetic man

The man jumped at the sound of Ichigo's threatening voice. Be trembled as he faced Ichigo and pointed his greasy finger to himself. "Me?"

Ichigo took one dangerous step forward. "Who else is a dork? Keigo Asano was it?" he said dangerously.

The man quivered in fear as he nodded shakingly. "A-aren't you I-Ichigo K-Kurosaki?

He cracked his knuckles and stared the man down. "What's it to you punk? Speaking which... I heard you were bothering Orihime Inoue."

The man cowered to the ground, his shimmering baby pink makeshift tux made his situation look all the more glum. "I-I'm sorry!" he apologized pathetically. "I just wanted an autograph!"

Ichigo raised a brow. "Just get outta here loser." he threatened.

Keigo Asano nodded as he shakily ran off to the nearest exit. Though as soon as he got to the exit, the bouncers had caught him as an uninvited guest and 'accompanied' him outside the vicinity rather roughly. Ichigo smirked at his achievement and saw Orihime applaud him. She walked towards him elegantly and pulled up a beaming smile. "Thank you!"

"It was nothing." he replied neutrally as he excused himself and went to find some waiter to get him some champagne.

All of a sudden, the musicians they hired had stopped playing. All conversation were mute now and an eery silence flowed in the room. The only thing that resonated in the ballroom was the resounding thuds from heels going down the grand staircase. Soon whispers filled the room and everyone's attention had been directed to the grand staircase.

Ichigo hadn't been paying much attention but as he heard a familiar surname his head had shot up and joined the rest of the guests looking the grand staircase.

Ichigo had stopped breathing straight, his heart had started beating in irregular patient and his chest had tightened to unbearable lengths at the sight.

Rukia Kuchiki was going down the stairs. She had literally glowed in a soft light. She had been wearing a dress made for temptation as the perfect deep color emphasized her beauty a hundredfold. Ichigo could not remember a time where he had seen such natural beauty. She was just simply gorgeous in that dress made by sin. Her ebony hair had sashayed with every step she took and with every step, her sexy locks of hair had moved just enough for him to see the gentle curve off her milky white neck. She was just so... Sexy. And that smile, it was enough for anyone to just simply die looking at her luscious smile. Her amethyst eyes were nothing short of ravishing and simply breath taking.

Before he knew it, he found himself pushing through the crowd and walking straight to the front of the staircase. His mind had been invaded with thoughts of her and her alone. He thought of nothing but her. His brain had officially shut down.

He stretched his arm out as Rukia came near the end of the stairs. Rukia saw this and was simply caught of guard but them she smiled a knowing smile. He gulped knowing she was smiling at him as she took his arm and let him accompany her.

"I see you're being a gentleman Ichigo." she said in such a sinful voice that made his stomach do somersaults.

He gulped hard and looked at the floor as he tried to find his voice. "Y-yeah. I though I should be nice to you today..."

She chuckled in a way that made his chest constrict unbearably. "Screwing the agreement now?" she joked.

Ichigo tried to look at her without blacking out. "Perhaps a drink Rukia?"

Rukia looked at him. "Maybe a little later, I am here on my brother's business." then she released her grip on his arm much to his dismay. "Don't assume I came here for you, I'd rather keep to the agreement." she stated.

Ichigo nodded rather stiffly as he accompanied her to the dance floor. "Fate's screwing with us." he replied with a blush. "So Uhh... How about a dance first? To get people's attention on you." he said like a teenage boy asking a girl out on a first date.

Rukia smiled sensually. "Why the hell not? Just don't mess up."

Ichigo smiled back. "Ditto..."

God, please get me through the night without forcible kissing her, he prayed silently.

The music began to play and everyone had begun to dance some dance that required tons of physical contact. At first Ichigo had been perfectly complimenting her at the start but then everyone else had stopped dancing and crowded around them. The dance floor just seemed to exude heat.

They had inched so close to as far as an inch of space between them before separating once more. They had assumed another promenade before Ichigo had twirled her around flawlessly and back to Ichigo holding her waist with one hand and holding her soft hand in the other, she held his shoulder gently. She was definitely teasing him. Definitely, she's getting way to close for this dance.

Damn woman.

Ichigo twirled Rukia once more and as soon as she returned she had been much closer to his chest now. They had continued to do sensual steps together. From the twirl, Rukia's back had been pressed against his chest while he held her hands from behind. He flipped her vigorously and had assumed another promenade before Rukia spun away and Ichigo pulled her back this catching her with him holding her leg up and holding her by the waist and Rukia, getting her support from the fact that she had places her arms around his neck. They had been breathing hard as their foreheads touched.

Applause could be heard as Ichigo had a hard time not looking at her luscious lips from this distance. Rukia was trying to regain her breath while being completely oblivious to Ichigo's current behavior.

"You are pretty talented." she complimented him in an involuntary sexual tone. It came with dress, he bet.

"When you're done schmoozing perhaps we can have a little chat out on the balcony?" he asked formally.

"Then let's get this over with." she said as she winked one of her gorgeous tempting amethyst eyes at him making him weak at the knees. Really weak.

Then she left him to do her brother's business, something Ichigo did not sit very well with him. Ichigo knew very well how big of an ass Byakuya Kuchiki and he knew very well that a woman like Rukia deserved more freedom. This party's a celebration not some business meeting. Though as much as how Rukia made it look like she was having fun, he knew her well enough that she hated sucking up to executive studio bigwigs. She was probably hurling inside her stomach. Watching her look that way was simply breath taking. Actually having her direct that look towards you was soul stealing.

Ichigo knew he probably blew a casket in his brain, what happened to the man who hated her guts? The man who swore to never associate with her anymore. Just exactly who was this man who so extremely attracted to this seductive temptress. To be precise, what happened to the prude of a woman and why had she been replaced by this beautifully sensual woman?

These questions baffled Ichigo to death and he simply wanted to satisfy his hunger for answers. Solid answers regarding his behavior.

If he chose to hide in another cafe, if he chose to show his drunken self to another person he knew, if he didn't get too close to this woman then she'd be just another pretty girl in the party right now. Except that wasn't the case.

He had hid in her cafe, he had chosen to go drinking with her, cared enough to argue with her and had even gone as far as to accidentally view her as one of his old flames. Fate really was fucking with him because of fate, this woman drive him insane.

She had intrigued him from the start, she was different. She always fought for what she believed in. She means what she says. She has rapid mood swings. She's way too violent for a woman. Her temper is otherworldly.

Ichigo shook his head and swallowed all the alcohol in his feeble champagne glass. He simply placed it on a random table and headed out to the balcony where it was completely secluded. Tonight was most certainly toying with his mind. His brain had been seriously messed up. When it had become so mixed up, he had no fucking clue.

He groaned out loud in frustration, only the cool December breeze came to comfort him.

"Shit... This is so messed up."

"No kidding." the voice he was so attract to as of the moment replied to his comment.

He instantly looked at the source if his dilemma and found his breath to have been stolen once more. She was breathtaking under all those chandeliers but she was glimmering in beauty under the moonlight. Was it possible for a woman to steal his breath more than once?

Though from the beginning, he had every intention to stay away from her. Unfortunately, she had been equipped with a magnet.

He managed to regain his composure and leaned on the stone railings of the balcony while staring at the moon this woman loved and adored so much. "What now Rukia?"

Her face had relaxed and had reassumed her usual expression now as she sighed and leaned against the stone railing directly beside Ichigo. "Some divine shit is definitely fucking with us that's for sure." she said rather sarcastically in response.

At that moment, Ichigo thought of the dream he had yesterday. So this divine shit would be Senna? Damn... Even from her grave she's still looking for was to make me happy.

"I think it's quite unfair." he told her calmly. "You know a lot about my major slump, what about yours?"

"I assume you know how much I'd hate to talk about it..."

"It's unfair on my part..." he attempted to reason.

Rukia sighed. "KS-5... Look it up. I know your uncle Kisuke Uruhara is the current Chief of Police. I'm sure he can help you... Or better yet, look for Attorney Jushiro Ukitake."

Ichigo seemed to have been a bit surprised. "Momo mentioned KS-5 before to me you know..."

Rukia brought her head down to the stone railing. "Why am I not surprised..."

As both of them shared a short moment of silence and peace, the ballroom door opened revealing some old man tongue fucking some blond bimbo who was old enough to be his daughter against a secluded wall. Disgusting.

Ichigo got Rukia's attention and gestured to the garden directly bellow the balcony. After all, there were stairs for it. They walked silently without disturbing the extremely mismatched couple and had arrived at the garden. Though it was actually like a mini maze.

Ichigo took Rukia's hand and pulled her through the maze for a while and stopped when he was sure it was private enough and that no disgusting couples would interfere.

"Ichigo, after tonight, continue with the agreement. Please..." she said sullenly while her skin glowed under the moonlight pulling Ichigo into a daze.

"I guess, tonight's a night we simply couldn't control." he replied in an equal tone.

"I'm going to stay here a little while longer. You should go back, Orihime Inoue was looking for you..." she informed him.

"Yeah, I probably should. Goodbye Rukia, hopefully this divine shit would leave us alone..." he stated to her optimistically with a smile.

She nodded back and approached a nearby marble bench to admire the fountain in the area Ichigo had dragged her in. Ichigo had attempted to leave but he had managed to trip over a wire which was meant to give power to the fountain's lighting due to the darkness. Ichigo could barely see where he stood so tripping wasn't that unpleasant actually though it was a normal human reflex action to grab onto anything that could save him from falling.

As soon as he opened his eyes he realized that what he pulled down was Rukia and she sure as hell looked flabbergasted. He had pinned her down by accident and his heart had raced vigorously. Her eyes were ladened with shock, pure and utter shock. She obviously had no clue as to what to do.

Let's analyze the situation. They are alone in the garden with zero interruptions. Nothing could tear Ichigo off of her. That much was certain.

Ichigo saw that she had attempted to form at least one straight sentence with that delectable mouth of hers but to no avail. He found himself paralyzed as he was on all fours on top of her. They both looked straight into each other's eyes and they could see each other's thoughts and even certain scenarios.

Ichigo could not take anymore of this psychological onslaught. She was simply to much for him and so he began to lean down towards her face, mentally deleting their agreement byte per byte.
He had descended to the point that they both had less than an inch of space left and that Rukia could see hunger evident in his amber eyes. She could tell that Ichigo had wanted to kiss her from the start but she had hoped he wouldn't act on his urge. Unfortunately, he just had to.

His hot breath could be felt all over her ivory skin and his breath alone could induce several goosebumps all over her. Rukia braced herself, he was awake and fully aware of whatever the he'll he was doing. Heck, she felt like a pile of bones as the intensity if his gaze bore into her.

His hot masculine lips had brushed against her cool luscious ones and both of them knew that what they would do was the work of their pure carnal instincts. Ichigo surged forward and had collided his lips with hers as he pinned her down. Even Rukia had involuntarily raised her head to meet him.

As Ichigo tasted her lips for the first time he already felt drunk. Drunk on the unique and one of a kind taste of her sinful lips. At first, he was the only one putting much effort but after seconds of pure temptation for Rukia she had begun to respond with the same passion. Near the start of the passion Rukia had begun to wonder since when did her arms find a special place around his neck. Both of them had tasted each other with great vigor but sooner or later, they had realized that simple kissing was simply not enough.

As Rukia pulled his hair down in desperation, he had shoved his tongue out and thrusted it into her hot and waiting orifice.

God, she tasted so heavenly. So delicious so... Rukia...

Rukia let her tongue lose and they had clashed in a battle for dominance. Seeing what kind of people they are, none of them gave any quarter. But then again, the more intense the more the pleasure they could reap from each other. Ichigo place his hand behind her back, pulled her up and shoved her against the wall for support, the floor just wasn't good enough.

Had one hand on her supple ass and the other had begun to fondle her breasts through the sexy fabric only to find that she had forgone wearing a bra because her dress already had pads. Nonetheless, he enjoyed the power of pleasuring her as his head angled to taste even more of her. As much as humanely possible. Both had touched each other in pure and utter desperation, they both had seen their inner desires for the first in a very long time.

After Ichigo had pressed his thumb against her sensitive clit through the fabric she had began to shudder.

Before Ichigo knew it, he had been shoved back in total rejection.

He looked straight at her. Her hair had been mussed up from the heat of passion and her lips had obviously been put to work. The only difference from before was the feeling of dread slowly settling in both of their stomachs.

She looked at him with the most terrified eyes.

"I-I... You..." she croaked.

Ichigo averted his eyes from Rukia's seductive form.

"I-I'm sorry Rukia... I didn't meant to-"

"We." she interrupted him. "It wasn't just you..." she said in such a terrified voice. "Shit... I don't know if I can still look at you straight..." she murmured.

Ichigo sat down on the marble bench with his head down and his hands up frustratedly grasping his hair. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have acted on it. Even though I knew the fucking implications..." he said.

"I knew, I shouldn't have let you go near me in the first place..." she blamed herself but then she put on a fake smile. "I couldn't help it... You look so handsome in that tux."

Ichigo lightened up a bit. "Did I ever mention how much I wanted you to be arrested for being so damn sexy?" he said as he looked at her straight noticing that both of them look flushed.

They both laughed awkwardly but them Rukia was the first to stop. " I really should go..." she murmured as she fixed herself and suddenly bolted from the garden.

Ichigo didn't feel the need to chase her. Not an inch. That was going to be the last time they would probably meet anyway. It was for the best. Right?

Ichigo had then decided to return back to the ballroom again to answer Inoue's call.

"Rukia!" a familiar boyish voice hollered.

Rukia Kuchiki had looked at whomever was calling her and smiled. She walked elegantly towards the caller and managed a simple hello.

"Hey Tatsuki." she greeted enthusiastically.

Tatsuki pulled up a grin. "Hey Rukia! Have you seen Ichigo?"

Rukia began to shift uncomfortably but it was unnoticeable. "No. Not yet."

Tatsuki offered her a glass of wine and she had accepted politely. They shared a sip together and enjoyed the exquisite wine. "You, know... Ichigo had seemed down lately. Nah... Conflicted is the more appropriate term." she informed Rukia.

"Over what?" Rukia asked curiously.

"I dunno. Though I do hear him mumble repetitively a certain phrase. 'I must be going mental, I can't seriously be thinking of her'" she grinned. "Any bright ideas?"

Rukia blushed a bit but managed to expertly evade Tatsuki's eyes. "Senna... I'm pretty sure of it." she stated a little shakily.

Tatsuki went out of the way of one of the executives and resumed to speaking with Rukia. "Boo... You're no fun. Though I know one things for sure and that is the fact that you are a liar." she told Rukia jokingly.

Rukia's head snapped at Tatsuki. "What did I do to deserve that title?" she replied in an equal tone.

"I saw your dance with him and I have to say, it was pretty hot. You guys seemed to have a lot going on."

Rukia lowered her head. "No we don't. It's all going to stop today."

"I won't ask anymore, I know he'll tell me all about it later."

Rukia excused herself from Tatsuki. She looked at her cellphone to see the time. It was around twelve in the morning.

I have a reason to go home now...

As soon as she collected her belongings she had been stopped by a very familiar man.

"Mr. Aizen... It's been a while." she greeted him with a friendly handshake and a warm smile.

He took her hand and shook it softly. "Ms. Kuchiki, how's your brother?"

Rukia chuckled softly. "Same as usual."

"No improvement I guess." he joked leading to some mild laughter. Then he gestured for someone to come. "Ms. Kuchiki, I don't believe you have formally met Ichigo?"

Rukia gulped nervously and shook her head. "No... Not at all sir..." she had literally lied through her teeth.

The man had chuckled rather loudly. "Is that so? Well here he comes then." he proclaimed with much enthusiasm and energy.

Soon, a familiar handsome orange haired man had pushed through the crowd to meet Aizen. "Who is this enchanting woman you keep telling me about?" he asked with an evident grin but then as soon as he laid his eyes upon whom Aizen referred to his grin had dissolve away. His amber eyes had become rather hazy and he had begun to move stiffly. Rukia on the other hand, discreetly bit her lip and allowed Aizen his fun.

"So Ichigo, this young lady here is Rukia Kuchiki. Quite contrary to what you had referred her as. Prude was it?"

Rukia mentally felt irritated at the comment but she let it slide anyway because the current dilemma was far greater than a single insult he had made when she wasn't present.

"Yeah, I was sadly mistaken." Ichigo said with an amused tone masking his actually emotion.

"Ms. Kuchiki, I believe you are in no need of any introductions?" Aizen asked politely.

Rukia nodded. "Yes, none needed at all." she replied nonchalantly.

Aizen grinned contently. "Excellent, I'll leave you two here to mingle." he said in a self satisfied way.

As soon as Aizen had disappeared from their sight they had both let out a big sigh.

"Mingle my ass..." Rukia mumbled bitterly. Then she heavily strode to Ichigo. "Can you take me home? I don't feel like taking the metro." she commanded him frustratedly.

Ichigo felt uncomfortable at the fact that she had come here looking that way in the train filled with men other than him.

"Fine..." he agreed begrudgingly though what he actually felt was the complete opposite.

They had left the ballroom together.

The ride home was the epitome of complete and total torture for them both. They barely looked at each other much less speak to each other at all. Too make things worst, the small space of Ichigo's Ferrari had made her scent circulate hence, bringing more torture for Ichigo. Ichigo, being the gentleman, had cranked up the heater in hopes of offsetting the cold weather. It did get rid of the cold but it had increased the sexual tension he had been feeling.

One thing is absolute.

They would never speak of today ever again nor would they ever see each other once they had parted ways.

Seeing each other had done a number on both of them and they both didn't need it much less want it.

Ichigo had to admit what was very evident and clear now. They were both attracted to each other to a certain a agree but they both knew it was only to a physical extent much to both their relief and chagrin. Relief because it would have been difficult if they had felt and emotions other than passion towards each other. Chagrin because it was so fucking hard to look at each other without replaying every moment of that kiss in their heads and blushing furiously.

How the hell did it come to this? If you asked Ichigo, it would surely be that sexy dress she wore. If she hadn't worn it, none of this would've happened.

Finally, Ichigo parked near the cafe and went out first to open her door like the proper gentleman he was. She stepped out like some hot sophisticated princess much to Ichigo's dismay, she was making things hard for him. He accompanied her towards the entrance to make sure she got to bed safely.

"Should we ever meet again, we should avoid each other." she told him in a way that sounded like Christmas wasn't coming this year.

He nodded in agreement. "Absolutely..."

As Rukia turned around to never see him ever again, Ichigo had involuntarily held her arm and spun her back.

"Rukia... I'm sorry." he croaked as he simply adored her eyes under the moonlight.

Then he leaned down but held enough self restraint to only kiss her cheek. He felt her freeze on the spot and quiver slightly. As soon as he managed to tear his lips off of her soft milky skin they had both noticed something.

Snow.

Rukia managed a smile and kissed him back on the cheek, the snow seemed to have lightened up her mood.

"Thank you and goodbye Ichigo Kurosaki."

"Is there something you're not telling me Rukia?" Momo whined at her now daydreaming best friend who had seemed so hung up over yesterday.

Momo didn't know what happened but the Rukia in front of her wasn't exactly your everyday Rukia. She had been in a great daze for the past hour and Momo was most certain that something has happened to her yesterday. Maybe it was that distant look in her eyes. The distant look of thinking of someone. The last time she had seen Rukia like this was when she had met Kaien. Did she meet someone yesterday. Someone that could induce so many sighs from her best friend.

Momo couldn't really read Rukia like she always did. How bizarre.

"Rukia... Did something happen yesterday? I hardly believe there was absolutely nothing."

Rukia didn't even look at her. "For the enth time, nothing happened."

"Was it a guy?"

Rukia paused for a moment before speaking. "Absolutely not." she replied.

"You paused, meaning you thought of someone." Momo stated.

"I didn't pause."

"Who was it Rukia?"

"Nobody!" Rukia snapped at her.

Momo thought long and hard of a man who could induce such a reaction from the party. Her eyes had widened and her brain had chanted one curse. Shit.

It can't be, I though it would only work with him! Not the other way around. Wow, these two keep surprising me...

"Ichigo Kurosaki..." Momo uttered out loud.

That was when Rukia froze behind the counter.

Momo smirked. "So I am right? Did he do something?"

"We avoided each other! Honoring our agreement!" she retorted rather quickly.

"Agreement my ass. Be honest Rukia, I bet he couldn't take his eyes off of you."

"It wasn't like that..." Rukia replied.

Yes! I just need to press a few buttons before she explodes.

"You did something you shouldn't have didn't you?" Momo said in a tone that was meant to make Rukia feel guilty which was actually working.

"It wasn't my fault... He was fucking up out little agreement."

"What was the agreement for anyway? I bet... It was made to prevent you from actually being attracted to him am I correct?"

Rukia remained silent for precisely two minutes as Momo had smirked in victory.

Rukia banged the counter, luckily there weren't any customers yet.

"I didn't do anything! He's the one who tripped on me! He's the one who's been kissing me! Nothing was my fault!" she blurted in pure rage and frustration. "It's his fault for looking that way in a tux God dammit!"

"..."

"Shit... I didn't just say that did I?" she said, a certain fear was evident in her voice.

Momo had smirked contently. "We're are so gonna have a long talk young lady.

Rukia groaned. Today will be extremely long.

AN: I had a lot of free time because I crammed all my assignments on a single day so I was completely free to do another full chapter! Rejoice! So yeah, it's an extra treat for you guys!
A short chapter with a lot of substance am I wrong?

Two chapters in a week, besides I was exited to write this chapter!

Now let's start mentioning names!

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hinataellis- you've been reviewing since the start so thank you! I actually looked online for dress reference but I can't show you because the dress was an actual figment of my imagination.

shnizlefritz- you were there since chapter 2 so Arigatou! If Rukia picked the hooker dress she'd be a slut an that ain't Rukia. She got the SOPHISTICATED hooker dress.

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