NOTE: Because of the sudden supper rise in my veiws I'm gonna post a fairly long story
"Hahahahahahahahaha!" Rukia was becoming agitatedthis was possibly the most annoying laugh she had ever heard, and wat was worse she had no clue who was making such a noise, whoever it was was standing right in her sun so all she could see was a dark silouet, she was on a beach, alone untill now, laying on a Chappy print towel, and wearing a purple and pink bikini, wile popping gum in her mouth, she tilted her plain black sunglasses down the ridge of her nose, she new wat she looked like, she was aware of the fact that she was wearing a bikini and popping gum like those snobby rich girls in movies, though, she didn't no how to pop gum, really she had never even nowen about it except for random people walking by and chewing gum, she had never worn a bathing suit, espically not a two-peice, had never worn sunglasses and layed carelessly on the beach wile asking someone, in an irritated tone, "Do you mind?" she had never gotten a tan, espically not from sunbathing, wich she thought was pointless, actually, she had never looked more like a woman and less like a Soul Reaper in her entire life, she ofcourse, didn't realize this, the person standing over her did, "Tch, look at little Miss Non-Soul Reaper! Well! Aren't WE looking a bit riskeey now aren't we?" she looked up at the most annoying face she could have pictured, a gawking Ichigo in a red bathing suit, and in all honesty he couldn't have looked more mocking if he tried, "Get outta my sun! I don't get to tan often," she said, wishing he ould just go away, "Yeah, you look like a ghost wearing a bed sheet dunked in Bleach, seriously, a pure bred, reaguraly groomed Snow Rabbit isn't as wite as you," "Ooh a new one!" she said, she new she was pale, but wen you constently risk your life, never get time off and, oh yeah, never get to be in the sun unless your training, wat do you excpect? It isn't like she could become one of those Haiwian girls holding up sighns on Game Shows even if she wanted to, but then, she would never want to look like that because then she wouldn't have her sparkly personality, now would she? It isn't like she could anyway, no time in the sun, short hair, nnaturally pale, short, and a little flat chested, it annoyed her, she never let on about how much she wanted to be someone else, how much she hated her uncomfortable looks, how much she wanted to become stronger, but because of her unusually petit body couldn't take a hit, and how guilty she felt about her past, the only time she ever let on about any kind of self dislike was during the time she was inprisoned in Soul Society, and wen she let on she let on fulforce! Everyone took it as nobelity, good! That was her plan if she ever escaped, she suddenly felt something hot and cold and dry hit her face, she looked up to see Ichigo dumping sand on her face, via a surprisingly small plastic sand castle mold, "Wat are you- *cough* *cough*- wat are you doing?!" she asked leaping up and spitting out sand, "Trying to burry you alive, ah, wat a shame! You woke up before I could, looks like next time I'll just have to slip ya' a mickey!" he said in an obviously playful tone, but wat he did was NOT funny! "You plan to do wat to me?!" "A mickedy!" he said overprounouncing each sylabal of each word, "It's an instintaniouse sleeping pill," he said, Rukia looked around the beach, sand still burried in the corners of her mouth and throat, she saw a waterbottle that (she assumed and hoped) Ichigo brought, she unscrewed the cap and swished water around in her mouth untill she could feel that the sand was no longer lodged, she then looked up at Ichigo and spit out the water, covering as much of him as she could possibly spray, after all, he was standing and was already quite alot taller than she was, the fact that she was sitting down only made this worse, the boy didn't ask why Rukia had sprayed him with sandy water, he new he deserved it, Rukia stood up and crossed to the ocean, she stepped in less than ankle deep and paused for a moment, she was so happy, she loved the beach, despite the fact that her sword was purely ice themed, although, perhaps that's WHY she loved the beach, being around ice and cold weather all the time had to get on her nerves at some point, although this was not the case for Toshiro Hitsugaya, he loved ice and cold weather, and hated the beach and hot climates and said, "The day I willingly go to the beach for fun is the day I will bow down to a cat a pledge my alligance to all of catdom!" and people wounder why he's called "The Ice King" behind his back? Not only that, but his sword are of an ice dragon, his eyes are an icy green, and some people say that (because of his all work no play attitude) he has an ice heart, but this is not the case and he is actually quite freindly, Rukia stepped forward, walking into waist then neck deep ocean, treding water as she did so, she took in a big breath, pinched her nose, closed her eyes, and went under, she swirled and danced under water, then finally rose up, her hair was flat and her suit was constricting, but atleast now she wasn'tt covered in sand, she stepped out of the ocean, becoming a little more chilled the more her body was exposed, Ichigo stepped over to her and wrapped a towel around her in a loving way, why was he being so sweet? He bent down and kissed her cheek, causing her entire body to heat up and turn red, "Hey, ya' got some couler to ya'" he said softly, "Wat did you, did you just kiss me?!" "Wat? Aren't you the one who told me a year ago, 'A kiss is nothing more thhan a sighn of greeting, besides, there are much worse things that can happen to a girl'?" "Well, yeah, but that dosen't mean I want you to kiss me!" Liar, Rukia did want him to kiss her, she wanted him to kiss her on the lips though, that feeling of his lips against her soft skin, it was so good that she nearly wennt into a transe, "Yes you do," Rukia shot him a half confused, half angry look, "You do so want to kiss me, I'm here because you can't get enough of me, you love me and so you're dreaming about me, and about us, kissing at your favirote place, yes this a dream, and no I'm not the real Ichigo, I'm merely a minion of your subconciouse here to please you," "Well you certainly didn't please me wen you dumped sand on me," "I was acting like Ichigo," suddenly, a very annoying nocking sound peirced Rukia's mind, and the dream Ichigo was gone, she was no longer at the beach in her dripping wet bathing suit, she was in her closet, and ready to kill whoever was nocking at the door, ready to beat that person to a pulp for disturbing her dream, she gripped the door and slammed it open, "Wat?!" she asked, visably irritated, the real Ichigo was standing in the doorway looking confused, and cute, in his "Nice Vibe" t-shirt, "Woa not very freindly," "Wat do you want?!" "I was seeing if you were up yet," "Well, I'm not, good night!" "It's noon," "Then good noon!" before she could slam the door shut and return to her fantisy, Ichigo stuck his arm in the door and stopped it, "Oooh, somebody had a nice dream!" he practically yelled, "Would you can it already? Or would you like your family to no that there's a Soul Reaper gitl living in your closet?" "Relax, the old man took my sisters out for the weekend on some father daughter thing, I feel sorry for the girls, but hey, atleast I don't have to worry about it," Rukia shut the door and put on one of the dresses she had "borrowed" from Ichigo's youngest sister, who she resembled in size to a surprising rate, she got out of the closet, waiting for Ichigo to map out the day's agenda, and it strted,
Ichigo had said that he was going to Orahime's house to see how much longer she needed before they could leave perminatly for Soul Society, he had told Rukia to stay home because he new that if they met up there would be no end to the conversations and that he just wanted to ask her and leave so that he and Rukia could lounge the rest of the day, Rukia was alone in the house, Kon had been taken captive by Ichigo's youngest sister and was likely sewen to two other dolls in a suitcase, wearing a sewen on dress and earpeice, winning about how much he hated the girl and wanted to be back with "his preciouse Rukia", she on the other hand was glad he was gone, she stood in the middle of the room, not really sure wat to do, she had been feeling strange all morning, but couldn't put a finger on wat it was, untill now, her slowly throbbing head began to hurt, quickly progressing into a headache, and she became dizzy, she sat down on Ichigo's bed and wow was it soft! No wounder he hated waking up! espically compared to the small closet bed or the flat bed that she was used to sleeping on, this was soft and thick and warm and right now gravity was mad at her and punishing her head, 'I'll just lay down for a minute so that my headache will go away,' she thought wen she found herself asleep,
Ichigo walked up the stairs and into the room, Orahime had decided that it was "Make Ichigo Deaf Day" and therefor tried her hardest to talk him into deafness, she came pretty close but didn't succeed wen he saw Uryuu walking up the driveway with flowers and a box in his hands, well he mentaly danced a jig of glee at the fact that another innocent victum was about to be prayed upon by the never-ending chit chat, wile she worked on her new meat, (who didn't seem to mind having his ears chewed off) Ichigo escaped, ready to plop down on the bed and cover his ears, but he stared down at a diapointing sight, a sleeping Rukia sprawled out on his bed, gripping a chappy doll in one hand wich dangled off the bed, laying on her stomach with one hand near her head, her mouth slightly open, at first he was annoyed at the fact that his bed had been stolen and he was reduced to sleeping on the floor should he decid to do so, his face softened as he quitly stepped over to her, brushing a stray strand of hair from her soft face, her beauty was undefined, it captivated her, espically wen she slept, because she had no control over the fact that her body was sweet and innocent, the fact that her face was soft and loving, or the fact that, above all else, her true form shone through, that gentle side that she didn't show often, that side that called out for love and cofort, that she kept in closed, despite her efforts, despite the fact that during the day, wen she acted tough and brave, she never let that side show, and would probably scare you within an inch of your life if you ever mentioned it, but ounce you've seen her like this, it will be forever lodged in your memory, Ichigo's usually hard face softened a bit more as he swept anoother strand of hair from her eyes, but then he noticed something, he allowed his hand to liner on her head, wich was unusually hot, he noticed that she had a fever, he stepped back for a moment to think, 'Question #1: Soul Reapers got sick? Question #2: Rukia got sick? Question #3: Was it maybe just her Gigi that's sick? Question #4: Is she sick? And Question #5: How do you cure a Soul Reaper?' well Ichigo wasn't prepared to wake her up because if she was that mad this morning, and she was sick, and she was taking a nap in the middle of the day, then waking her up would be the eqevelent of rubbing fish and berrys on your face, sticking it in a cave with a mother bear and her cubs, yelling "Come and get me!" in the bears ear, during hibernation, and personally, Ichigo liked his face, therefor waking her up would be a bad ideah, he stepped out of the room to get a cloth for Rukia's hot little head, wait, hot little head? Were did THAT come from? Well, it certainly wasn't Ichigo who thought that, well, he left
Unfourtinatly the dream Rukia had wasn't the same blissful dream from before, it was a nightmare, and it was simply a good thing that Rukia didn't talk in her sleep lest she be teased by "Ichigo The Relentless" she woke up right after Ichigo left, 'He isn't home yet? Oh well, might as well suck it up!' she thought, sliping under the blue ans wite blankets that covered the bed, right as Ichigo walked in, (minutes later) and could tell that Rukia had woken up and changed positions, "How did I just miss her?" Ichigo asked himself, setting a yellow bowl with a green stripe filled with water on the desk, and hoped that it wouldn't spill, electricute them both, via the desk lamp, and ruin his carpet, he picked up the damp cloth and put it on Rukia's head, then a thought crosssed his mind, wat if she rolls over? Being his luck, she would, the cloth would get on the bed, and soeway, something somehow would either be stained or broken, but no, she didn't roll over and nothing was destroyed, Rukia woke up later that evening, she glanced over at Ichigo who was sitting next to the bed, "Great, he's probably going to yell at me for taking his bed,' she thought, "Hey," he said, Rukia's eyes shot open, he wasn't mad He was... soft?! Was she on Mars? No, she wasn't, "How ya' feelin'?" he asked, Rukia was suspiciouse, was she dreaming? Did she hear him right? Wat was going on? "I'm fine thank you," she said definatly, she sounded defrent, normally wen she talked her voice rang like bells, even wen she yelled her voice had a kind of smoothness to it, like honey, a gentleness that dripped in it, but this was not the case, her skin was paler than usual, her violet eyes were a little bloodshot, and wen Ichigo touched her skin it was hot, Rukia rose up and put the cloth back in the bowel of water, Ichigo looked at her for a moment, he had a talent for guessing things by the way someone looked, "I'll be right back," and he left the room, Rukia thhought that by far he was one of the strangest people she had ever met, but she took this time to look at a small pocket book that she had, it mostly covered how human things such as illness can effect a Soul Reaper, she flipped through it and looked at the section on sudden illness, she finally found all the symptoms, and even some that she thought were flukes, she read it carefully but couldn't believe her eyes, she slammmed the book shut nd shoved it back in the desk, no way! Rukia felt hot and uncomfortable, but not because of the fever, Ichigo walked in holding a bottle of red liquid and a small measuring cup, wait a minute, she new by discription wat that stuff was, medicine, and according to all sorces (except maybe medical books) that was the worest tasting thing in the world! Not to mention wat would happen if she, a Soul Reaper, took human medicine, actually probably would either be neautral or work, but Ichigo often lived up to the brand of "idiot" so all she had to do to fool him was make up something about having bed effects on Soul Reapers and then make Renji lie about it later besides, she had bigger problums, like wat that book said, she had to test it, wen Ichigo set down the medicine and measuring cup and began to talk, she got out of bed (his bed) and crossed over to him wobbeling, "Hey! Wat'da'ya' think your doin'?" this was ot good, in Ichigo's mind there were two diffrent ways that a girl goty sick, #1: she accepts this and allows whoever is closest to take care of her or #2: she resists all efforts and is extremly difficult, so far, Rukia could be either, she grabbed ahold of Ichigo's waist, he pulled her close and hugged her, "Wat's the matter?" she didn't answer, now he was starting to worry, "Ichigo?" "I, I think I'm lovesick, that's wat my book says" "Oh yeah? Wat's the cure?" "This," she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, the kiss depened, at first he thought she was trying to get out of taking human medicne (wich he was perpared to force down her should it come to that) "I love you," she wispered parting her lips from his, but still remaining very close, "I love you too," he wispered back after that Rukia was better, Ichigo still wouldn't let her be up and around the rest of the weekend, but that was ok, it was all so wounderful that it could've been a dream, but it wasn't
