DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH

Ichigo smiled contentedly as his calloused hand grazed over Rukia's milky white cheek softly as if he had been touching her for the first time. The lamp provided a dim light in the darkness of the vanilla scented room. He hadn't been three feet inside the classy apartment when he instantly knew that this was her apartment. It was just like her to have an apartment of this structure, her furniture was exactly the same with a few additions. Some of her machines for making coffee came with her and her Chappy the Rabbit mugs showed evident signs of daily use.

Rukia groaned in her sleep and Ichigo's smile grew wider with each passing second. What had possessed him to let her go when she was this precious? God, she looked as beautiful as ever sleeping like that. His eyes found the Chappy Alarm Clock he spent a week searching for on the nearby side table. It was a little over midnight already.

He closed his eyes momentary as his warm hand snaked its way to hers and he intertwined their fingers together, relishing the feeling of her skin against his. It was particularly bold of him to have called her up like that but the result of gathering up all the courage her had possessed was worth it because he had managed to get the woman he loved to death back.

Even if it was for three weeks only.

They left the cafe with their relationship somewhat restored. They honestly didn't care really about the time when the one person they had yearned to be with was just standing right next to them. Their fingers intertwined bringing the other some much needed warmth for the November cold. They honestly didn't care about where they went and he didn't really remember where they went because by the time the sky had become a brilliant dark blue, they had already been standing in front of her apartment building.

Rukia was a bit reluctant to bring him in since she wasn't able to clean up rather, she felt like she was bringing in a guy whom she had only one date with inside her apartment. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he felt that way because everything they had done was rather impulsive in nature. In fact, it was so uncharacteristic of someone like Rukia to be impulsive but then that was pure solid evidence that she had missed him way too much.

And to think he used to loathe this woman.

Rukia had been quite tired and Ichigo seemed to have been in worse shape so she had offered him to stay for the night but when she was sleeping on his lap like that on the bed, how could he sleep peacefully? Rukia was so beautiful whenever she was asleep, she was a major distraction to his attempt to slip away into some much needed rest.

He opened his eyes again and watched his princess sleep peacefully on his lap. Her body moved with each deep breath she took not to mention that everything about her bedroom screamed Rukia Kuchiki. He laughed to himself and wondered how he fell in love with her this badly. He remembered that back in high school, they had to do a paper on the characteristics of their future significant other.

Ichigo wrote the following:

She needed to be beautiful in his eyes. She needed to love him unconditionally. She needed to be an excellent cook. She needed to be kind and intelligent. She needed to be sociable and friendly. So on and so forth with the perfect woman stereotype.

In fact, his ideal woman was Orihime before he knew her personally.

How did his ideal perfect woman become this little anal retentive she-devil anyway?

Sure she was beautiful in every sense of the word not to mention drop dead gorgeous and incredibly sexy. She always looked beautiful to him no matter what she did. The way she acted already proved to him that she loved him unconditionally considering how she was risking so much just to be with him. Of course she was an excellent cook, she learned all of her sister's recipes for the sale of her brother's insatiable appetite for her sister's cooking. Underneath that cold exterior was a warm and gentle person whom she had difficulty showing to the world. Asking if she was intelligent was out of the question, she was the hottest nerd he had ever seen for Christ's sake. She was sociable when it came to her job and she was friendly to her friends so maybe that counted.

This woman was too great to be described by mere words.

She was his Rukia.

His.

No one else's.

There was no way he was going to let that Kaien bastard have her without a fight. He didn't know how to fight back though and he was still figuring it out. After all, he was a very impulsive man but Rukia had once admitted that that particular trait of his was something she loved very much.

Ichigo had begun to absentmindedly play with her ebony tresses as if he had been playing with fragile glassware. Eventually, before he even realized it, two pairs of beautiful amethyst eyes were looking at him hazily. She blinked several times before she outstretched her hand and cupped his warm cheek. Ichigo began to panic when she closed her eyes and began to cry softly.

"It wasn't a dream then." she said in her lovely dulcet tone.

He smiled as he wiped her tears away with his thumb. "Don't cry..." he said warmly.

"I'm not crying." she immediately snapped back as if on reflex.

Ichigo chuckled at her gently as he began to absentmindedly rub random patterns on her shoulder affectionately. "Are you going to tell me something got in your eye?" he asked playfully.

She smiled at him, obviously amused by his attempt to make her laugh. The hand cupping his cheek was not pinching it to death. "You think you're so smart don't you?" she said a dismayed tone.

He quickly took her hand off from his cheek so it wouldn't get any redder than it had already been. He scowled at her and began to pinch her cheek as a form of retaliation. He also knew very well that she bruised like a peach, that meant she'd grow red fast. "And what does that make you?" Ichigo replied.

"An idiot apparently." she replied without having to think.

He raised an orange brow. "An idiot?"

She laughed at him. "No sane Kuchiki would date an orange headed pompous like you." she replied lightheartedly.

"Your insults get better by the day."

"And hence, I have converted you into a masochist."

"And you into a sadist."

"Now that you mention it..."

"Please don't tell me you have a whip and handcuffs somewhere in this apartment of yours...?"

"What's wrong Kurosaki? I thought you like the whole S&M dominatrix thing?"

"I think it's very sexy mind you but I don't feel like getting whipped."

"But you are whipped... Aren't you?"

He laughed at her. "If that's how you want to put it."

Rukia merely smiled contentedly as she removed her head from his lap making him realize just how messed up the blood flow in his legs was. She took the initiative to lie down on the pillow next to him so his lap could recover from being in such a still positions for a while. Ichigo looked down at her tiny form and had decided to lie down as well while pulling the sheets over them. He faced her back and had managed to wrap his arms around her thin waist forgoing his sense of shame.

He felt like he had just come home from one of his trips abroad.

He pulled her close to his body, the proximity reassured him that she wasn't going anywhere. She wouldn't suddenly leave in the middle of the night, she would stay with him. He felt her snuggle closer to him, missing the feeling of having him so close to her.

"Mind you, this isn't gonna happen again." she forewarned, referring to letting him sleep in her bed on equal terms.

He inwardly rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah... Shut up and go to sleep midget."

She laughed softly before flipping over so her forehead was pressed against his hard chest. Her hands were pressed against his well defined abdomen, flexing as if she was having another feel of him, making sure he was really there. She sighed softly and leaned against him. "Night Ichigo..."

"Goodnight... Hey, before you doze off on me, I have a question for you."

"What is it?"

"Will you run away with me?"

"Nice try Ichigo, it's a good joke."

"Thought so... So much for trying to sound melodramatic. Let me rephrase that for you, wanna go to Hokkaido with me up north?" he asked.

"Why are you asking...?"

"Some producer gave me his accommodations for free at a ski resort because he had to cancel his vacation for something more important... I figured it's a good way to spend sometime before doomsday."

She laughed. "Doomsday? What are you, a heretic...?"

"Shut up... So, what do you say? A few days at a five star ski resort, just the two of us? No paparazzi, no disturbances and no Kuchikis...?"

She opened her eyes and went to the same eye level with him. She pressed a swift kiss on his lips, her arms were around his neck. "I would love to go with you Ichigo Kurosaki. But now I need my beauty sleep so I can be your shining image of Rukia Kuchiki." she said smugly.

His narrowed down on her smug face. "Narcissistic bit-"

"Don't finish that sentence you insufferable ass."

And with that, she slipped under the sheets to resume her so called 'beauty sleep'.

Ichigo rolled his eyes but smiled anyway.

Classic Rukia...

It took a while but the deep slumber took them in the darkness.

Ichigo sighed as he stirred his morning expresso on the kitchen countertop wearing the same wife beater he wore yesterday underneath his clothes. His head was rested on his propped up palm before he used his free hand to sip his delectably bitter coffee. It was exactly what he had in the cafe but it had the Rukia quality he missed.

Rukia passed by him rather quickly with a quizzical brow on her face. Why was her boyfriend staring at the Chappy mug with such a long face? Sure they had only reunited yesterday and some nine month issues had yet to dissipate, he had no reason to be sighing that way. She walked to the other side of the counter and looked at him with concern. "Ichigo...?"

"Hmm...?"

"Why the long face?"

"Tatsuki."

"Oh."

Rukia smirked as she took her mug of coffee. No wonder he was a bit frustrated, his manager needed to know about his little arrangement with her though there was no way he was getting out unscathed. His manager had the fury of a bull in those Spanish matador arenas and the only one capable of appeasing her ironically enough was someone with hair as red as a tomato.

"So when's the trip?" she asked.

He looked up. "Well, we can always leave tomorrow or the day after."

"Tomorrow it is then."

He smirked. "Impatient are we?"

"These three weeks need to feel like three months." she reminded him.

He sighed again. "I know."

Rukia sighed again as she went to his side. Of the counter and affectionately placed her hands on his shoulders. "I think you have more mood swings than I do."

"I'm beginning to think so as well... Ah well, I haven't had a good vacation since I was twelve. It's going to be fun." he replied with something resembling enthusiasm near the end.

Rukia smiled as she quietly sipped her coffee. "It better be."

"You know..." he said as he turned to face her, he actually enjoyed seeing her wearing an oversized tee with biker shorts but he needed to stay off the topic right now. "You only answered one question."

She raised an eyebrow. "What now?"

"Don't be like that. I just have a few questions for you." he replied.

She sighed as she sat down next to him. "Okay... Speak."

He smiled slyly as he sipped his lovely cup of hot coffee. Ichigo put the mug down softly and faced Rukia. "Question number one: What did you do in nine months?"

"Absolutely nothing... Convict criminals, appease the Elders, fend off from people trying to hit on me and helping Momo with her wedding."

"Hit... On... You...?"

Rukia smiled awkwardly at him. "Oh...? Well I certainly didn't flirt back. Please, I have higher standards."

"So I'm high standard?"

She pushed him and he nearly fell off the stool. "Ever heard of the theory that every relationship has a reacher and a settler?"

He nodded as he fixed his but on the chair. "What about it?"

"It just means that you're the reacher."

He scowled. "Reacher? I'm the reacher? You're the settler?"

She rolled her eyes. "Of all the men to fall for, I fell for you when I had so much better men to choose from, what do you call that?"

"I'm choosing to ignore that." he replied even though he knew his lovely girlfriend... Yes, it was safe to use that word again right? Carrying on, even if his girlfriend was right.

Rukia smiled as she finished up her cup of coffee. She went to the other side of the counter where the sink was and dumped the mug in there to be washed later. She now faced Ichigo and waited for him to finish drinking the beverage. "Anyhow, I'll need to make a checklist of what to bring and what to buy. And I need to fax my evidence papers to the supreme court so they won't be reversing that lethal injection soon. I'll also be needing to give the newly wedded DA a phone call do I can get permission for a leave of absence. Soi Fon will be thrilled and Kaien would be tortured."

"Torture?"

"Just a little bit. I'm going to make him repent before the sixteenth and hopefully, he'll back out because of guilt."

He laughed through his nose.

Scenes like these felt so familiar yet a bit foreign at the same time. Time's the only solution for it apparently. He reached out and grabbed her petite self, she nearly yelped when he did so but she didn't seem to have... a lot of objections.

"I've really missed you." he whispered from behind causing her face to flush with heat.

Rukia maintained her silence as she leaned against him and flapped her eyelids shut even for a moment. She smiled softly. "Me too..."

"Let's take this slow okay?"

"Like starting from scratch... Right?"

"Exactly, Now question number two: How miserable were you without me?"

She snapped in his direction and narrowed her eyes at him, he just smiled innocently. She shook her head and sighed before answering his question. "As miserable as miserable can get. I'm sure Momo's already filled you on the details..." she said with much dismay in her voice before she reached into her shirt, pulling out a familiar silver trinket laced around her neck with a silver chain.

"See, this proves your point." she pointed out.

He only only smirked and that made a nice tint of pink on her pale milky white cheeks. "Good enough, question number two: Any flirting or flings?"

She shook her head without a moment's hesitation. "I was way too depressed over you, you honestly think I'd go flirting or even get laid at that state."

"Depression does things to people."

She scowled and put her hands on her hips haughtily. "I could ask the same for you." she retorted smartly.

"Me? I didn't even look at another girl because I was busy being heart broken mind you." he shot back.

"That's how it ought to be."

"Good."

Rukia smiled maliciously as she leaned over the counter, from where he was looking, he could see the delicate swell of her breasts as well as some cleavage. He swallowed thickly and knew this was intentional but he did his best to ignore her... Which was to say nearly impossible. "You've been doing the asking too much... Don't I get my own set of questions?"

He nodded limply and watch her smirk triumphantly, that was how she always got her way with him. "Alright, go ask."

She smiled. "How much did you miss me?"

He rolled his eyes but answered her question anyway. "I dreamt of you almost everyday?"

She narrowed down her eyes at him as if she wasn't satisfied with his answer. "Why did you attach a question mark?"

He shrugged. "Just get on with the next question."

She sighed. "So hasty... Did you hook up with anybody?"

He shook his head. "Not really if you exclude the on screen stuff." he replied.

She seemed to remember those movies and frowned. Some people just had to show her those movies and the green eyed monster seemed to have taken a hold over her. "Right... Tell me what you were thinking at the wedding... What were you feeling?"

He was about taken aback by the question. "When I saw you waking down the aisle, holding Momo's trail up, I thought you were a goddess. You looked so gorgeous in that dress you know?"

She grinned. "Keep talking."

"And when we caught the bouquet by accident, you set tingled up my fingertips. I couldn't really breath properly but I tried to keep my distance from you. When that lobster flung at my face, I wanted to yell at you. When you asked me to dance, I was way too happy. When you were singing I thought I was in heaven. Then when you were scared, I wanted to make the fear go away... Now that I think about it, did I help?"

She gave him a warm smile. "Yes you did."

"Glad to hear it."

They were so close to each other right now, they were ready to kiss each other. Their heads had been angled and they slowly moved towards the other. Just when their lips brushed against each other, Rukia heard the doorbell ring in the distance. Her hands were practically flexing at the fact that she was disturbed, she also gritted her teeth.

She left and slipped away from him, Rukia walked towards the door and opened it revealing a certain friend of hers who happened to be in possession of extremely red hair. She motioned him to come in and as soon as he did, he literally froze. His line of sight seemed to have been directed towards a certain person in possession of ridiculously orange hair. He had no right to complain though because he had red hair plus tribal tattoos.

Ichigo looked in Renji's direction and raised an eyebrow. "Oh... It's you." he said blandly as if there was nothing wrong with being inside Rukia's apartment.

"What the hell do you mean it's you! Why the fuck are you here!"

Ichigo shrugged. "I'm here for Rukia, what brings you here?" he replied as of he was merely talking about the weather.

Renji's face was a funny shade of pale and the tattoos on his forehead just made his face look worse. His whole being shuddered in complete and utter disbelief. Rukia merely sighed as she patted her friend on the back and told him to man up. She then made slow steps towards Ichigo and leaned against his sitting form. She stole his mug of coffee and drank from it, Ichigo protested of course but he knew he had no say in anything.

Renji still couldn't believe it.

"We'll explain in a while but what brings you here this early in the morning." Rukia inquired nonchalantly.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and spoke with a nervous tone of voice. "Kaien begged me to talk to you." he said.

Rukia raised an eyebrow intimidatingly, this was where her lawyer side came into play. "And you agreed?"

"The man wouldn't shut up. He just wants a minute to talk and he says he won't ask for more. It would put him at ease if he could let his apology out of his chest or something along those lines." Renji shrugged.

Ichigo sighed as he finished off the delicious bitter liquid in his mug. "A well, it's just a minute. If I were him, one minute is plenty of time." Ichigo said, sympathizing with Kaien.

Rukia rolled her eyes as she approached the phone. "Okay okay, don't gang up on me for crying out loud." she said as she dialed his number down.

Her current irritation just increased with the searing dial tone. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard to her and she wasn't so fond of waiting for people to pick up. The person on the other end finally picked up.

"Hello, this is Kaien Shiba speaking."

"Kaien."

He paused for a long while. "R-Rukia...?" he asked, he almost never stuttered so it made Rukia wonder about just how bad of an effect she had on him.

"I'm giving you one minute to speak." she said in her cross examination tone.

"Wh-what!"

"You're wasting your own time."

He swallowed thickly through the phones and cleared his throat. "Yeah... First and foremost, I would like to apologize to you for not telling you about the wedding. You were already in misery and I didn't want to add more misery to it but I guess I just did. I have no right to be forgiven by you and I'll try my best to be acceptable again in your eyes. I know I'm not the man you fell in love with anymore and that's fine with me. Even I can't back out of this marriage, I'll try to be tolerable to you and I'll do anything you say. All I was is for you to not hate me... That's all I wish for."

"You have twenty seconds."

"Twenty?"

Rukia sighed and she had begun to feel sorry for him now. "Never mind... It's not that I hate you. I just hate the fact that you didn't have the guts to tell me. You know how I hate being kept in the dark and the tolerance thing goes for both of us but... I'm afraid I'll have to entrust your own heart back to you..."

"I believe you gave it back along with my ring."

"I did didn't I. I can't love you anymore Kaien so I don't know what will become of us but can you keep living knowing that I'll keep loving Ichigo?"

"I don't know..."

"I'll say this again... I can opt for divorce once I become powerful enough but I need your consent Kaien... It's your choice but I'm in love with Ichigo. Not with you."

"I... I know that... It's just that-"

"I'm sorry, times up. I said one minute and I always keep my word."

He chuckled on the other end rather weakly. "You've changed... Then again maybe you haven't really changed because Ichigo Kurosaki brought out the best Rukia out from within. The Rukia me and Grimmjow knew wasn't the real Rukia... Tell Ichigo I said thank you."

"Thank you...?"

Before she heard an answer, the call ended and the no connection tone seared through her ears painfully. Rukia shook her head and put the phone down. As soon as she turned around, Ichigo had been grinning at her.

"How sweet, professing your love for me so openly."

Rukia glared at him. "One word from that ostentatious mouth of yours and that mug I gave you will crack into tiny infinitesimal pieces against your orange head."

"Wh-what! You can't throw that mug!"

"And why not, I gave it to you!"

"But it's mine now so respect my friggin property!"

"Hell no, I bought it with my money so I can do what I want with it."

"Oh yeah! Well I'll throw the Chappy mug I gave you out the window if you throw my mug."

"It's partially my mug."

"Then your Chappy mug is partially mine!"

"Like hell it is."

"You're a walking contradiction for Christ's sake!"

"How ironic of you."

"Ironic! Where's the irony in that!"

Renji sighed as he massaged the bridge of his shape nose with his forefinger and his thumb. He walked towards them and stopped them from throwing mugs at each other. "Break it up you two... I swear, it's like you've never been apart."

Silence came over and they all began to laugh. Ichigo was laughing while his hand rested on the countertop, Rukia had just put the jug down so she could simply laugh and Renji was doing his best to contain his laughter. Once they could talk with a straight face, they spoke again.

"So you and Ichigo huh..." Renji commented.

Rukia nodded. "Yeah... Me and Ichigo."

"I heard you were getting married to Kaien though..." Renji pointed out quite brusquely.

Their expressions dropped in an instant. "Ah well... About that..."

Renji sighed. "Good lord... Don't tell me your impulsiveness has rubbed off Rukia?"

"Ah... Ahahahahaha..." Rukia laughed awkwardly as she refused to look at Renji.

Renji just smirked as he ruffled his best Friend's hair earning him a sharp glare. "Thought so... I won't tell anyone... Maybe Tatsuki, he has her methods, she could be like those police dudes who interrogate people. She can get people to fess up so easily."

"Amen to that, Tatsuki will always make you talk." Ichigo agreed with Renji.

Rukia just walked to the other side of the counter and grabbed a plain mug. She gestured the mug to Renji. "Coffee?"

Renji nodded as he sat down next to Ichigo and patted him at the back. "It's nice that you're back and all."

"Yeah... This feels pretty pleasant."

Renji nodded in complete agreement. "Things haven't been the same without you berry."

Ichigo mentally cringed at the berry comment. He rested his head against the counter top as Rukia put down a mug of piping hot coffee towards Renji. Said friend blew the mug before sipping its contents happily. "So what are you two up to now, if I'm doing the math right then that means you guys only have three weeks."

Rukia leaned from across the counter and nodded. "I'm glad you remember how to count Renji.

"Shut up, my Math grades weren't that bad... Were they?"

Rukia shook her head. "Bad isn't half of it. What happened to the kid who always went to last minute tutorial sessions with me the day before tests? Oh you would look so pitiful as you always kneeled on the floor begging me to teach you. Ever since we were in Nursery you've already been sucking at math and high school was no different. Oh wait... You were still in middle school when I was in high school... Right."

Renji groaned angrily. "Hey I didn't like calling you my senior when I was a freshman... God, you just have to be born smart. What about the rest of us right Ichigo...?"

"Uhh..."

"I'm sorry but Ichigo can't sympathize with you because he was at the top of his class and he graduated... Was it valedictorian or salutatorian?"

"Uhh, it's valedictorian." he corrected Rukia and she nodded in order to acknowledge her statement.

Rukia gestured to Ichigo and smirked at Renji. "See...?" she said smugly.

Renji ruffled his head in frustration. "Ah you Goddamn overachievers!"

Ichigo laughed as he attempted to console the man. "If this makes it any better, Tatsuki sucked in English."

"Are you pulling my leg because her English is great?"

"She worked hard, taking English lessons along with her business major. It helps when you're the manager of yours truly." Ichigo replied adopting the same smug tone Rukia had.

Renji just rolled his eyes as he finished his coffee in one fell swoop. He quickly stood up and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Speaking of Tatsuki, I have to go."

"Oh... I see..." Ichigo said with a teasingly coy smile on his face.

Renji grew red. "N-not that!"

Rukia merely laughed and shooed him off by making a gesture with her hand indicating that he should leave. He did leave rather quickly thanks to Ichigo's sly comment and that left the two of them alone to their own devices. They had been in the same position as earlier and once the burning anger met the cool amethyst, they smirked pridefully. They leaned on the countertop and began to increase the growing proximity of their lips. As soon as his lips had brushed against her cool ones, she suddenly slipped a finger in between them much to his evident dismay.

"Right... As much as I'd like to carry on from where we left off, I need to get ready for the trip." she said in a low sultry tone that shot tingles up his ever loving spine.

Ichigo shook his head and banged it against the counter in one fluid singular motion.

"Damn it."

He closed his eyes as the dial tone aware through his ears. He tapped his finger in irritation and figured that his contact must've been on cloud nine, otherwise, said contact wouldn't have a reason to not answer the phone. The contact finally picked up, greeting him with a bright chipper voice that made him wince.

"What took you so long?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Byakuya sir... Some people need to be able to enjoy their island vacations?"

He sighed as he massaged the bridge of his nose with his thumb and his forefinger before sliding them up to his forehead. "Rukia's taste is as impeccable as always."

"Do you have a problem with me?"

"None at all... I trust you to do your job. You haven't been giving any signs have you?"

The person laughed. "Both of you really have some big poles up your asses huh...?"

Byakuya groaned. "You sound like Isshin."

"What? Ichigo has a cool dad."

"Answer me first."

"I haven't... It's going as proceeded. Her cake is her favorite one and the dresses are in the colors she's been dreaming off and Hisana's dress is good to go. The tux... Is almost ready. The Italian guy who make his suits remembers his size so the tux isn't an issue. Guest list is exactly on her preference and as for the rings... I chose something he and Rukia would've chosen. It's going great really, we just have to wait and see. We can't control people after all."

"Isn't it your job to figure out how they would think?"

"It is but in this case... Even I can't predict what's going to happen."

"I see."

"Byakuya... This is quite a gamble."

"I know... Please note that you are only able to call me by my first name because you're-"

"I know... It's not just my job but my obligation."

"How very true." he replied.

"However... We need to take Kaien into account. He has already gone a tad bit AWOL at the reception and the wedding. He might not cooperate with is in the end."

"True, we cannot gain absolute control of he messes up the plan." Byakuya added.

"Oh... Sorry sir, I have an appointment right now. If there is something you want to discuss then feel free to contact me later."

Then the phone went dead.

Byakuya sighed as he leaned into his soft leather office chair and melted into it's comfortableness. He looked at Hisana's picture at the side. "Finally... I can rid the Kuchiki clan of its corruption. I won't let you nor my father down. How death was not in vain and neither was yours Hisana."

He looked at the calendar.

Three more weeks huh?

AN: First and foremost, I would like to inform you all that because of that impulsive chapter 29 of mine, I've accidentally changed the original plan so this wouldn't really end in two chapters as predicted because I had never planned to initially give back the IchiRukiness so soon but the brain works in mysterious ways.

Second is that forgive the short-ish chapter. Because I was being so brash, I accidentally set the bar too high and I've dug my own grave. I've been stumped over how to continue their little er... Trysts...? I was like wondering what the hell do I do for three weeks? Then I've managed to get a solid outline so I'm somewhat back on track.

Perhaps this chapter isn't very outstanding but I'll make it up to you guys... You know, skiing and hot springs?

Ever heard of the Japanese mixed bath...? Fufufufufufu (devious laughter)

Yeah...

So I'd like to thank you guys for the reviews as usual and I'd like to ask you all to keep reviewing.

Thanks as always jooboi1594, maxslayer10, arya-demon4-bloodmoon, shnizlefritz, IRForever( yes you awesome person), Astounded newcommer TJ, Ghost 2113, Tenshi-no-Megami.

So that's that and I'll try to update soon.

AkaBaka-chan signing off~