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And to be clear, here are the couples I write for: Ichigo and Rukia (Bleach), Momo and Toshiro (Bleach), Uryuu and Orahime (Bleach), Youraweichie and Kiuske (Bleach), Kagome and Inuyasha (Inuyasha), Sango and Miroku (Inuyasha), Ayame and Koga (Inuyasha), Kagura and Seshomaru (Inuyasha), Seya and Haji (Blood), Winry and Edward (Full Metal Alchemist), Roy and Riza (Full Metal Alchemist), Naruto and Hinata (Naruto), Sakura and Sauske (Naruto), Rachel and Jimmy (Case Closed), Harly and Katie (Case Closed), Ren and Kyoko (Skip Beat!), Kenta and Karin (Chibi Vampire/Karin) Maki and Winner (Karin),

Heat Wave

Rukia moaned again, she looked like she was about to have a heat stroke, "Rukia... If you're really THAT hot then take off some of your clothes, I mean wearing that uniform in this heat MUST be uncomfortable," Ichigo leaned closer to the small fan on the desk, "You're right," Rukia replied, standing up and walking into the closet, Ichigo, mean wile, tugged the fan closer to the edge of the desk so it blew directly on him, Rukia struted out of the closet, "Move over," she demnaded, climbing on to the bed next to him, not wanting to be touched, he quickly obeyed, "Ahhhh," Rukia sighed contently, Ichigo opened his eyes, "See? I told- woah!" he leaped off the bed and turned around, sheilding his eyes, "Is there a problum?" she asked, "Yeah! I didn't say 'take off ALL your clothes'!" "I'm wearing clothes!" "Barely!" Rukia rolled her eyes, she was still just sitting there in nothing but her strawberry-print underwear, and it was torturing him! "Wat's the problum here? YOU'RE in YOUR underwear!" "That's diffrent!" he immidiatly regretted wearing nothing but his under shirt and boxers, but it was so hot in here! "Oh yeah?! How?!" "You're a guy and I'm a girl! I mean, I'M a guy and YOU'RE a girl!" his blush had deepened atleast three shades, "Yeah, you don't want to get THAT mixed up," she mocked, "Besides, why can GUYS dress half naked and girls can't?" "You have things that we don't!" "I meant in our underwear Doofus!" "Because... you're classier than we are!" "As true as that is, if you're going to be comfortable then so am I," "How about you put on one of my old t-shirts? That's not hot at all!" She glared, "Please! Like I'm gonna do that! It's bad enough that I have to wear my bra!" he was sweating bullets but it wasn't because of the tempiture OUTside, "Wat's wrong with you anyway?" 'Asks the girl strutting around in her underwear!' "I mean Renji would be begging me to strip right now!" At that moment Ichigo wanted nothing more than to kill that pineapple-headed Baboon for setting an example of wat normal men should act like! "Rukia, Renji would jump to see anything naked ok? And further more, unlike that baboon, I actually have some pride and sense of moral responsibility!" "Idiot," he wanted to staple her mouth shut, he threw his arm back and felt the plush, soft skin of her shoulder, he felt dizzy, "Ahem?" he quickly jerked away, "Is it... I bet you'd rather see Orihime in HER-" "Hold it, you're wrong about that," "Well wat's so wrong with my body that you don't-" "There's nothing WRONG with it!" he turned to face her and tried to stop himself from looking at every lushis curve of her body, "It's just that I don't want anyone to come in here and get the wrong idea," "Then lock the door," "That would go BEYOND giving them the wrong idea," Rukia nodded in understanding, "Hey," he kissed her lightly, "I still love you and all, but we can't even sort of hint that we're engaged around my family, it's bad enough that we already told Renji and Orihime, I mean those two have bigger mouths than the Wide Mouthed Frog," "Yeah...but wat do we do about the heat?" "You can wear a tank top and shorts," ...Fine, but they'll be REALLY short," "Fine,"

No Words For This

Ichigo stared at his sleeping wife, she was so beautifull, especially considering the fact that she just gave birth to twins! He shook his head in awe, she was the most incredable person to ever exist, he glanced at his sleeping babies, then a worry came across his mind, he dug into Rukia's duffle bag and pulled out a Sharpie, with one hand he lifted the wool bootie off one baby's foot and with the other hand took the Sharpie, un-capped it with his teeth, and scribbled 'IR' on the baby's foot, then he did the same to the other child, "Ichigo? Wat're you doing?" Rukia mumbeled, she raised up slightly, her hair was a mess and she looked tired, like she was about to collapse any minute, "Nothing Honey, just takeing some precausions, go back to sleep, everything's fine," he assured, hideing the marker behind his back, she noded tiredly, and collapsed back down, he put the shoe back on the baby's foot and capped the Sharpie, slideing back in the duffle bag and sitting in the chair next to Rukia's bed, he laid his arms across her legs and burried his head in them, slowly drifting off to sleep
Ichigo woke up slowly, Rukia was humming something, he couldn't put his finger on wat, he looked up, "Good morning," she greeted quietly he smiled, and looked, "Woah!" he shreiked, leaping up and turning around with a deep blush on his face, Rukia was sitting there nurseing Tsuki and Ichigo was trying to get his mind off it, "Is something wrong?" she asked dully, highly displeased with his actions, "No, nothing, nothing, nothing at all,"
"I new it!" Ichigo shreiked, Rukia looked up from her book, "Wat?" "These aren't our babies!" "Wat?!" "The mark I put on their feet isn't there!" "You marked our babies??! How?! Why?!" "I put an 'IR' on their feet with a Sharpie in case THIS happened!" Rukia just sat there in shock, "Oh, wait a minute, here's the mark, but why are their feet blue?" "Um, footprint ink Dumbo?" he blushed and nodded slightly, "That,..could be...possible, I guess," Rukia rolled her eyes, "Isn't it the MOTHER'S job to be obsessive?" "Yeah, but you're tired, I'll do it for you," she shrugged, "Um, Ichigo? Why are the mittens cut open?" "....They were makeing the twins uncomfortable," Rukia rolled her eyes, wat had she married into?
Ichigo just shook his head, "I wish we didn't have to sighn all these stupid pappers," he stated, rubbing his temples and stareing at more release forms, Rukia "hmphed" and gave him a weird look, "Yeah well, you've got it easy," he stared at her in astonishment, "Excuse me?" "Yeah, you have to sighn pappers, but I have to trust you not to slam me into a wall AND juggle two babies without dropping one! I'm telin' ya', I absolutely HATE these stupid weelchair rules," Ichigo rolled his eyes, "So how are we gonna do this?" Ichigo looked back up, "Wat'cha mean?" "I mean, are we going to have hourly shifts or wat?" "Oh, well I was actually thinking about that, you take 12 to 3, I'll take 3 to 6, you take 6 to 9, and I'll take 9 to 12," Rukia nodded in agreement, "Ok! Here they are!" Hanatarou walked in with the babies and put them in their basinests, handing the new born's pictures to Rukia, "Awwwww! Ichigo! Looky! 'dems so cyute!" she cooed, Ichigo looked down and his jaw dropped, "Their eyes are red...were they crying?! Wat did you do to them?!" Hanatarou started fidgeting, "N-nothing! We just woke them up that's all!" "Well why did you do that?!" "Because I want to get out of here!" Rukia screeched
"You ready?" "Been ready for three days Ichigo," Rukia stretched, Ichigo strapped the double sided baby-carrier to his chest, Rukia picked up one baby and strapped her in the front side, she then took the other and straped him in the back, "Ya' no...these babies are surpriseingly heavy....wat on earth did you feed them?!" Rukia just glared and slapped him on the back of the head, causeing the twins to start giggling, "Oh my..ICHIGO! They're laughing! They're laughing! They have a sense of humor!" Rukia slapped him again, causeing the twins to laugh more, she slapped him again, and again, and again, after about the fifth time he finally growled, "Would you quit doing that?! That hurts you no!" she slapped him again
Rukia really wasn't sure WHY she had been lied to, changeing diapers really wasn't NEARLY as bad as everyone said it was, "Agh!" untill she heard THAT, she turned to look at Ichigo, "Is there a problum?" she saw Ichigo defending himself with his shirt against the on-comeing body fluid spraying from her son, she couldn't help it, she just started laughing, she turned around and finished changeing Tsuki, "It is NOT funny Rukia!" "Oh I HAVE to disagree," "Well fine! Disagree wen YOU get sprayed!" "Oh that's not going to happen, remember? You and I agreed that I would mostly take care of our daughter, and YOU, my unlucky little freind, will mostly take care of our son," Ichigo growled, "Well if it's THAT bad just point his little Yoo-hoo south," he threw a bottle at her, it missed and only sailed a few miserable meters
They really had no clue that it would be THIS irritateing, Rukia was wearing a tank top and Ichigo wasn't wearing a shirt at all, she ran her elbow under the faucet, "It should be ok," she replied, drying her arm off, Ichigo nodded and put the twins in the little baby bath that sat in the sink, Rukia soaped her hands up and began washing Tsuki wile Ichigo did the same to Taiyou, Rukia spun around to get a towel and accedentally flung soap on Ichigo's bare chest, he glared at her, she didn't pay any attention, as she continued washing Tsuki's face, makeing sure not to get soap in her eyes, Ichigo flung soap on Rukia and quickly returned to his job, wisteling suspicously, Rukia glared and flung more soap onto him, it soon became a war, causeing Tsuki and Taiyou, (who were currently wrapped in two towels and sitting in a small carrier) were laughing like there was no tommorrow
Ichigo woke up to a baby crieing and a kick in the butt, "It's 3:30 A.M. Ichigo, you're turn,"

Collapsed

He new it was going to happpen sooner or later, he had been expecting that all-mighty wall to tumble down for some time now, and he had been telling himself that he was prepared, he wasn't, he wasn't even close to being ready, how could he be? How did you prepare for something like that? It had all started with such a simple request too, why did he have to be so stubborn? "Ichigo, hand me my sketch pad," she requested, he gave her a disaproveing look and crossed his arms over his chest defiantly, she rolled her eyes, "PLEASE hand me my sketch pad?" he didn't flinch, she looked at him strangely, he shook his head slightly, why did this have to happen? "I don't think that's such a good idea," he replied, that did it, the wall started to crumble down and now there was no stopping it, he wished more than anything that HE was the one with the cracked ribs, her eyes narrowed and she snarled at him, "Oh?! And who are YOU to decide wat is and isn't a good idea?! Are YOU the one sitting here in pain?!" 'No, but I wish I was,' he thought, the venom of her words didn't phase him at all, "I just think that you should rest, that's all, I don't want you to be in any more pain," she groaned in exhaustion and in irritation but Ichigo mistook it as a moan of pain and he immidiatly rushed to her side and began looking over her bandeged chest in an attempt to find something wrong, noticing this, she shoved him away from her, "Get AWAY from me you obsessive jerk!" She yelled, "Now you've REALLY done it! You say you don't want me to be in pain?! You give me every pain-killer in the world but you can't give me something I actually WANT to get my mind off it?! You're such a hypacrit! Can't you except the fact that I'm stronger than you think?! I'm not some breakable little glass doll that will shatter if you let it do ANYTHING except sit there on a shelf and collect dust! Wen are you going to understand that?!" This time the poision she sprayed seeped right through him, he looked up at her in shock and pain, it was all so painfully true, he new he was wrong but he couldn't help but feel that he was responsible for this, he couldn't protect her from that hollow and now she was sitting here, mad as a Spitting Cobra, with a broken rib cage and a shattered heart, and in so much pain, he wished more than ever that HE was the one layed up with the broken ribs, not her, never her, she dosen't deserve it, she NEVER deserved it, "And don't sit there loooking at me like YOU'RE the one suffering here! I don't care how sorry you feel for me you're STILL not going to feel half as bad as I do! All the 'I'm sorry' 's and 'I wish it was me' 's in the world isn't going to make ME feel sorry for YOU!" Ichigo nodded and stood up, "You're right, you're absolutely right, and you shouldn't feel sorry for me, I no you don't care, but I really DO wish I was the injured one," she didn't respond, half her wanted to say 'Yeah I do too', just to get back at him, but she didn't, she just couldn' say something THAT cruel, she would never wish something so dreadfull on him anyway, she turned over to face away from him, he leaned over her and tried to see her face, but she just rolled back over and stared at his waist, he looked down, she faced away, he leaned forward, she leaned away, finally he got sick of the cycle and held her rists in his hands, pinning her to the bed, "Let me go!" She screamed, fidgeting and trying to get away, he didn't move, he kept her pinned there on her back, "Ichigo!" she screamed, nothing, finally she just decided to do something really mean, she took in a deep breath, then, she spit right in his eye, automatically he sprang up and leaped away from her, she quickly sprang up (or as quickly as she could with a fractured rib cage) she grabbed her robe and slid it on, running towards the door, Ichigo grabbed her rists the same way he had before, "Let me go!" she screeched, he didn't flinch, she tried to spit in his eye again, but before she could, his lips locked her's, she was so surprised that she hesitated before kissing back, she relaxed her body and melted into him, she forgot why she would ever want to escape this, she didn't protest at all wen he deepened the kiss, she deepened it as well, her arms around his neck, his around her waist, his tounge brushed her lips and she allowed him entrance into her mouth, slideing her tounge into his as well, finally the kiss softened and they slowed into giveing eachotheer very small kisses to the lips, "Rukia," he was the first to regain his breath and Rukia was sorry that the kiss had to end so quickly, "I am so sorry, I really didn't mean to cause you even more pain than you were already in, I just-" he was cut off by her lips on his, the kiss deepened agained, this time Ichigo trailed kisses along her cheek and down her neck, he lost himself in the feel of her for a split second, but qickly regained his senses, and pulled away, "Idiot, stop ending it so early! Do you WANT me to hit you?!" she gave him a disaproveing look, "No, not at all," he grinned cockily, "I just don't want to hurt you, you're already dameged," she was about to screech at him but he continued, "That, and I also don't want to go too far with you, I don't want you to be uncomfortable," she smiled at him forgivingly, "You no...I'm not REALLY that mad at you, I just want you to understand that I'm in MORE pain wen I'm just sitting here thinking about it," Ichigo brushed a hair from her face, "Rukia," he wispered, "I am so, very in love with you" he smiled softly, her face darkened, "You can't love me," she wispered painfully, "Why not?" he looked devistated, "Because...you just can't," "That dosen't make any sense," "You can't love me because....because I don't,..." he prepared for the worest, the words 'I don't love you' repeated again and again in his mind, "I don't deserve you," he stared at her in disbelief, but then smiled and started laughing, "Wat? Ofcourse you do! You deserve someone even better than me!" Rukia shook her head, "No I don't! I don't deserve to be happy!" Ichigo's eyes narrowed, "Do you want me to be happy?" "Yes ofcourse I do!" "Well Rukia, I'm happy with you," he kisseed her again, "I love you so much, and even if it means doing something painfull, I will do ANYTHING to make you happy," she bit her lip, "I love you too, but-" "No, no 'but's, that's all that matters," he kissed her again, "This isn't over you no, I hate to say it but, a few sweet words isn't going to make me feel any diffrent, you're going to have to do alot more than that," Ichigo nodded, "I no, anything to make you happy," she smiled back at him, "And you the same," they layed down on the bed, Rukia cradeled beneath Ichigo's strong arms, they layed there and started to drift to sleep, the collapsed wall slowly rebuilding itsself

Princess On A Swing

There's a little princess,
She lives her days all alone,
Stareing into her imagination,
Swinging back and forth on her little swing,
The poor little princess is so lonely,
The poor little princess on a swing
The song repeted back in her head a million times, as much as she loved it, she hated how much it applyed to her, her strawberry necklace remained perfectly in place as she swung on her lonely little swing, she wished, she wished that she was stronger, that she could protect Ichigo the way he had protected her, it was late in the day wen it happened
'It was so bitter-sweet!' she thought, the morning had been perfect, Ichigo had even given her a strawberry necklace, it was so nice just to be near him, and then somewere between the snowball fight and Rukia compareing Ichigo's hair to fire balls, they had actually gotten...close...they had kissed....and announced their love to eachother...Rukia kicked the snow on the ground, she ignored the pain that shot through her leg, that viciouse battle replaying in her head, it had been so simple too, it was her fault, she new that, Ichigo was about to lay the finishing blow on the hollow but.....she got in the way agin, running up behind him, she distracted him, causeing injury to herself AND to Ichigo, the hollow had slammed her into a wall, and then done the same to Ichigo, the latter constantly proclaiming that he was alright, the former constantly proclaiming that she was to blame, she kicked the ground again,
Ichigo looked at Rukia's back for quite some time before finally aproaching her, "Ya' no.....haveing your fiance' frozen like a popcicle really isn't the best thing in the world," "Sorry" she mumbeled, not even looking at him, Ichigo gently pushed her off the swing, "It's also no good to have a fiance' that's depressed," "Sorry" she mumeled again, he turned her around to face him, "Rukia, it wasn't your fault, it was MY fault for getting distracted," finally she started to show some emotion, "Wat? That's ridiculouse!" "Then you no how ridiculouse YOU sound," her face scrunched up a bit in dislike, she new it was true, she hated it, but she new it was true, she looked down, "Look, Rukia, it was an accedent ok? it's no one's fault," she turned back to him, "But I-" "But, you just don't acknowledge accedents right? You were taught that there ARE no accedents, everything is always someone's fault, right?" she opened her mouth to argue, but decided to accept this, she new that, once again, he was right, she shouldn't argue, ".....Let's just make an unspoken rule that you never blame me for anything, ok?" Ichigo grinned, "NOW you're talkin' my lanuege," he replied, wrapping an arm around her and leading her towards the house "But that dosen't give you permission to start breaking things, destroying the house, OR bring home countless woodland creatures, because THAT, I WILL blame you for,"

Hey There Shortie!

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It was cold outside, that was certain, but she stayed perched on the front steps, her bunny plushie held by one hand, she couldn't stop thinking about it, she just couldn't, it was like haveing a song stuck in her head, the thoughts repeated, over and over, like the same verse, repeating over and over, 'I shouldn't be alive, I shouldn't have done these things, I should die, I deserve to die, I should never have done these things to Ichigo' those thoughts just kept going through her mind, regardless of the fact that she wanted them to stop, they wouldn't cease, she held her nees against her chest, she felt so lonely, but suddenly she didn't, suddenly someone was sitting right behind her, she looked up, Ichigo looked down, he had a crooked smirk plastered on his face, "Hey there Shortie!" he greeted, she just stared a little longer, "Hey," she greeted in return, Ichigo rolled his eyes, "Get up," he demanded, pulling on her arms and standing her up in front of him, "Wa-?" but before she could even get the words out of her mouth, he had taken her inside and planted her firmly on the sofa, she stared at him, very displeased, but his face was relaxed, he leaned his head on his hand as he sat opposite her, "Come on out with it," she ignored him, "You may speak," he said sarcastically, she wapped him with her bunny plushie, he sheilded her with his arm and in the same quick motion grabbed her rist in his hand, pulling her towards him, and into his lap, despite her slight struggle, he gently turned her face so that she could look at him, she turned away quickly, 'Don't look at him' she thought, she new wat would happen if she did, her heart was weak, SHE was weak, very weak, she would completely fall apart under his stern gaze, she would break down, admit to the way she had been feeling lately, she couldn't allow herself to do that, so she looked away, avoiding the harsh truth, he turned her face again, this time makeing sure that she couldn't look away, she could only avoid his eyes at this point, his beautifull copper eyes, he ran his lips over her upper cheekbone, he had speant his time well, learning her inside and out, noing wat made her tick, wat made her ache, wat made her laugh, wat made her surrender, he new her better than she new herself, as she did him,
It only took a few seconds before she gave up, relaxed her body and leaned against his, his arm curled under her waist and snaked around her, holding on tightly, "Stop thinking about it," he wispered, she hated this, she didn't want to have this conversation, she didn't want to have it at all, she tried to avoid it, but if there was one thing that she had learned about him in the past year, it's that wen he wants something badly enough, it's his, there's no way to fight that, and she new very well that he was determined to talk her out of this state of mind, he had spent the last ten months trieing, she shook her head, she couldn't understand it, wat could someone like him possibly want with someone like her? Wat was she worth to him? Wat could she possibly be in his eyes? Perhaps he was just blinde, perhaps he couldn't see how dameged she was? Perhaps he had no clue wat she was capable of, "You're crazy, you no that don't you? I'm in love with a crazy person," she looked up at him, wide eyed, he was just stareing at the ceiling, he laughed fakely, "Imagine that, I gotta tell ya' Rukia, this would make one heck of a novel," she kept stareing, he finally looked down at her, "Rukia? You always talk about 'forbiden love' being romantic right? Wat makes something 'forbidden'?" she was caught completely off guard, she new in the back of her mind that this was all just part of some scheme to get her to talk, but, still..."Something is forbidden...wen one or more people of higher standerds say it is," Ichigo looked confused, "Is OUR love forbidden?" "In a way ....yes, it is,.... Soul Society dosen't care, not since you've made it ever so clear that you'll kill anyone and everyone that gets in your way, but....it's wrong, it's just wrong," Ichigo stood up, stretching a bit, "You are one determined little hypocrit, ya' no that?" Rukia's mouth dropped, "H-Hypocrit?! WERE did you get that?!" "Rukia, you just said it yourself, something is only forbidden wen one or more people says it is, Soul Society dosen't care, but YOU think this is wrong, yet you're upset because of it? You're just dancing around the real issue, YOU think it's wrong, YOU think it's forbidden, and a part of YOU dosen't want to be with me because you're scared, just admit it, that's the truth and you no it," Rukia looked down, hugging her nees to her chest again, "Hey," he nelt beside her, combing his fingers through her hair, "I'm not being mean or anything, I'm just saying, ...it's hard for me too, you say things like 'it's wrong' and 'it's fobiden', so I want to make it ok, I want to talk sense into the person that says it's wrong, because I want to make you happy, but how can I do that if you're the one tortureing yourself? Just tell me how I can do that and I'll leave you alone, I promise," Rukia bit down hard on her botttum lip, she wanted to cry, it was all true, so why hadn't she seen it before? "Just tell me wat you WANT, not wat you think is right, not wat you think about yourself, not wat anyone else says or thinks, tell me wat you WANT and we'll work through the rest tohether," "........You," she wispered, her teeth digging back into her lower lip, "Then we'll work through the rest together," he said, she bit down harder, causing blood to emerge, she didn't care, she was just confused, he cupped her face, and kissed her sweetly, his tounge lingering on the self-inflicted wound to lick the blood off, "Oh Honey, don't bite your lip! That's a horrible habit! Almost as bad as doubting yourself," she stared wide eyed, but then smiled softly, she understood, self-doubt isn't something that you can choose to do or not to do, it's an involentary action that just.....happens, due to years and years of it becomeing a habbit, and just like wen you bite your lip, wen you doubt yourself, you'll bleed, and Rukia didn't like to bleed
Rukia sat outside on the steps, she smiled at nothing in paticular, just smiled, stareing up at the sun, holding her chappy doll in one hand, Ichigo came up behind her and sat down, "Hey There Shortie, feeling better today?" he looked down at her, she looked up at him, smile still plastered on her face, "Wat do you think?"