NOTE: Told you that you'd be rewarded! Wrote this last night; by the way, the paraghraphs are a long time apart, not really even related

She listened, it was a sweet sound, because she new who was making it, she no longer tried to get up, she decided to let him come for her, she decided, that he deserved to rescue her, and that she deserved to be rescued, the question of why penitrated her mind, and she answered it in four words, "Because I love him," normaly she would have been long gone, she would've willed herself to stumble onto the battlefeild again, willed herself to pass by him and refuse his help, but this time, she would let him, she would let him help her this one time, why? Because she loved him, and she wanted him to feel like she needed him, because if she spent her hole life avoiding his help, and avoiding his touch, he would give up, and so, if she let him help her, let him feel needed, then, does that means that he will let her feel needed as well? Maybe, but a 'maybe' is certainly better than a 'no', isn't it? His coming footsteps and yelling voice sounded like music to her, "Rukia!" he yelled her name, "Ichigo!" she yelled with every bit of her breath, he found her, she wasn't looking, but the stop of that music, the hault of his coming footsteps, and then the sudden run of his steps, let her no, "Rukia," he shook her shoulder gently, she looked at him, "Ichigo?" "Don't talk, geez, how many cuts can you get?" "Did you find Orahime yet?" "Yeah, Orahime!" He shouted, she wished he was a little quiter, but that was ok, she didn't mind that much
He listened, those tinny little footsteps were nearly inaudiable, if it wren't for the creaking of the floorboards, and the fact that they had a way of making your feet stick to them a little as you walked, he wouldn't have heard those footsteps at all, he heard the bathroom door clink shut quietly, and then the water run slightly, he pretended not to care wen she said that she was going to take a long bath since his family was gone, he pretended not to care, but he wanted her to stay with him, take adavantege of that time and stay together, alone, just the two of them, but he sighed, it was nearly a lost cause, and then he noticed something so humerousily cute about her, she walked on the balls of her feet, tiptoeing even wen she didn't need to, it must be a habbit, but it's a cute habbit, a very cute habbit, it made her seem more girly, a little wile passed, then he heard the door clinck shut again, and those soft, padded little footsteps returning to his room, the door opened, "Wat are you smileing at?" she asked, "You walk on your tiptoes," he smiled wider, "So?" "So, nothing," she shrugged off his weird response and went back to her drawings, he really didn't hate her poor little drawings, he found them cute actually,
They listened, the sound was harsh, rain pelting the sheets of glass that stood proudly in the window frames, there was a buzzing sound, and the lights flickered out, steady footsteps made their way through Rukia's ears and through her mind and thoughts, the door opened, so she heard, "Ichigo?" she asked, no answer, she found her way out of the room, he heard her footsteps behind him, and then that sweet little voice of hers, "Ichigo?" she wispered, he grabbed her rist, "Eeep!" she sqealed, "Hush," he commanded, she tugged on his arms, "Be carefull, we're near the stairs," he said warningly, she clung to him a little tighter, "Go back in the room, I have to go turn on the generator," he said, "I don't want to," "Why not? Would you rather trip and fall down the stairs?" "No! Ofcourse not!" "Wait," she could hear the smirk on his face, "you scared?" "No!" "You are! You're scared! You're scared of the dark!" "I am not!" "Then go back to the room!" "No! I'm not scared of the dark either Moron!" "Oh, so it's the storm then?" "No," "Yes it is!" "Just shut up!" and she stmped back into he room, he rolled his eyes, he heard his bed sqeak softly, "Get off of my bed Midget!" He yelled, no response, how did he no that?! She ignored him and layed on the bed anyway, so wat! She was happy atleast! After a few minutes he was upstaires again, and staring at a sleeping, raven haired girl, in his bed, on one hand he wanted to wake her up and tell her to move, but on the other, he wanted her to stay like that forever, crawl in with her, and be with her, see her soft little face right next to his owne, and how could he not love that soft, sweet, little, porcelin face of hers? That face that had been pained too much, winced too many times, to often wore a cold expression, or a frown, those eyes, now closed, had seen too much anguish, sorrow, and above all, too much death, they had cryed too many tears, -she hardly ever cryed, but for her, one tear was too many- they had nearly deadened too often, and they had lifted not nearly enough, that little mouth of hers, that was open ever so slightly, only enough for her to breath, had frowned to much, yelled to much, cringed too much, even bled too much, and that cute little button nose, well, it was a cute little button nose! Nothing else to say about that one! But she didn't smile enough, or laugh enough, and wat a pretty laugh she had, and then her giggle was like pure bliss, so cute and innocent, and her eyes almost never smiled, ah, he went with the latter, but that would cost her, oh yes it would! He would never let her just have his bed! No, no! He may let her SHARE his bed though, now there were two optiones here, one: They would spew romantic gushy junk for the next hour, or two: She would wake up, yell, and crack him on the head, causing him to respound with: "That'll teach ya' to steal my bed Midget!" he really hoped it was the first one, not that he liked those stupid romance novels that she read in fact he HATED them!- but it wouldn't be from one of the novels she reads, -so he hoped- because the ones she read had no plot, vocabulary that would make an English teacher question the English langeuge, and the insaneity of the words "I love you" being semi-meaningess, always wanting more love, oh well, he shook his head and climbed into the sheet covered bed next to her, "Ichigo," she wispered in her sleep, "I'm so in love with you," his eyes went wide, he couldn't wait till she woke up! But, at the same time, he wouldn't want to disturb that sleeping godess of beauty, but that was ok, she woke up on her owne, and rolled over so that their lips were only centimeters apart, he kissed her awake, "Ichigo," she responded, a smile entering that soft face of hers, those delicate lips turning up and showing those little wite teeth of hers, everything about her was small actually, but that was good, that way, he felt like he was protecting her even more than he was, that wen his arms wrapped around her teeny tiny body, there was another reason to protect her and pull her close to him, "I love you too," he wispered in her ear, and before she could say anything, he wispered, "You dream about me," she smiled too, and softly smacked his head,
He listened, he heard her footsteps crossing to the wardrobe in their room, her weight slightly heavyer than that day, due to the babby that was going to quickly become taller than her ounce it was born, Ichigo felt sure of that, he heard her hand touch the plastic over her gourgeouse wedding gown that hung as a trophy over the wardrobe, he would have said that she never looked more stunning than that day, but that was wrong, she grew more stunning by the moment, and then he heard her soft footsteps race back to the bed to continue cuddeling with him, she actually thought he was asleep, wat a laugh!