Hey!
This fic was inspired by the song Electric Touch made by my queen, Taylor Swift!
I'm thinking about making this a longer story, however I can't say for sure when will I be updating it, have mercy on me and I hope you enjoy it!

PS: This is a translation, original language of the fic with the same name is spanish!

I – Encounter

Ichigo was having a hard time adjusting to his new life as a college student. For the first time he was completely responsible for himself, having moved out of his family home, and was learning how to balance study and taking care of the home; something in which he (evidently) still needed practice, since he realized he was missing half the ingredients when preparing dinner .

He scratched his head and looked out the window with resignation: the rain wasn't that intense and it was quite hot... He could withstand a trip to the supermarket. He took his wallet, an umbrella and began the journey.

The night was quiet, so the only thing he saw during the trip was someone walking his dog; which was a relief because the umbrella was a gift from Yuzu..., which had a beautiful strawberry and bunny print. He was really embarrassed to wear it but, on the one hand, he didn't want to hurt his sister, and, on the other, he didn't have money to buy a new one; and the latter was also the reason why he had not ordered food at home and ended up in a supernatural situation.

He left the supermarket without paying attention: he was checking his purchases and the umbrella covered his peripheral vision. That's why he didn't notice the lights of the approaching car until it was too late.

Ichigo was about to die.

That night, also, was the final exam of the angel of death in training Kuchiki Rukia; which consisted of taking a human soul to the afterlife without suffering mishaps. An easy task for the class prodigy, right?

Rukia hid on a windowsill to protect herself from the rain and shook her obsidian-black wings to shake the water off her.

She felt nauseous because of her nervousness; she needed to pass this exam with the best possible grade to be able to enter the honor section of the angels of death, like his brother... But the night was too quiet, she had not found anyone that was close to death and time was running out: in fifteen minutes the deadline would arrive and she would fail.

The worst scenarios began to run through her head, such as arriving at the courtroom empty-handed and having to face the reproachful gaze of the court's nobles; or her brother's disappointment, upon discovering that her sister was actually inept and a disgrace to the family... Although, she could never have imagined the turn her situation was going to take when she saw an umbrella with strawberries and bunnies crossing the street without paying attention.

There was the soul she was looking for! The lights were approaching at full speed, and the person carrying the umbrella had not noticed. Lottery.

Rukia hurriedly jumped from the windowsill to collect the soul as soon as it left the body, but with the rush, the rain that got in her eyes and the car horn that didn't let her hear anything; it wasn't until the vehicle moved away that she realized two things:

1) The owner of the umbrella was a boy with orange hair.

And

2) He was alive.

Ichigo closed his eyes, waiting for the impact that never came. He felt the rain and the wind on his face but... But, not the ground under his feet? Panicking, he opened his eyes and realized that he was... Flying over the buildings. And, being carried by… an angel!?

Consumed by terror, Ichigo did the most logical thing he could think of: scream. With all his being.

Then, the angel carrying him looked towards him and had the other most logical reaction: scream louder.

This screaming match caused her to lose her balance and plummet to the ground, which of course generated even more screaming.

-Who are you!? –Ichigo shouted

–Why are you alive?! –she responded.

The girl (or, rather, angel?) managed to straighten them enough to reduce the impact against the grass of a park. Ichigo slowly stood up and rubbed his head for blood. He verified that everything was okay and inspected the rest of his body: complete, a couple of scratches, but complete. Then he looked at her:

She was soaked, but that didn't make her any less beautiful; She had violet eyes and short, dark hair, like her wings, two huge wings, similar to those of a crow. He was wearing a light dress, black too. And she looked at Ichigo with a mixture of fear, confusion and anger.

–How can it be that you are alive? –She said.

–How come you are the one asking me that? You saved me! What kind of guardian angel are you?

–I'm not a guardian angel, I'm an angel of death!

The girl stretched her wings out of anger and started walking in circles.

–This is wrong... This is very, very wrong... You should not be alive and you should not be able to see me either... Gods, this is wrong.

Ichigo and Rukia were both in a state of crisis. He thought his head would explode from the stress, and Rukia's heart wouldn't stop beating.

-What do you mean with that?! Were you coming to kill me?! And why can I see you?! –He shouted, sounding more paranoid than he wanted.

–Because I touched you… Oh Gods, I touched you directly… This is bad. -She looked into his eyes. –I violated the most important rule of all…

She couldn't finish explaining, because suddenly, such ominous chimes began to ring that could have easily left them deaf. There were thirteen bell rings to be exact and then, a voice appeared, accompanied by a white glow:

–…Rule number one! – Continued the voice. –Never interfere directly with human affairs!

The first thing they saw was where the voice came from, an old man with a cane, an extremely long beard and gigantic, gray wings.

The second thing they saw was all the surprised, accusatory looks that were watching from their seats. They were in a courtroom full of angels, in the epicenter of the room, being the objective of the trial. And Ichigo felt like this time he was going to die, really, there was no escape.

And Rukia knew that the problem she was in was going to trigger a series of tragedies. Where perhaps, her execution was the first.