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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),

Love Can Do The Strangest Things

He isn't going to wait anymore, he has to tell her now, she seems shy at first, untill she feels the beating of his heart, an ralizes how shy he himsef truly is

Love Can Do The Strangest Things

This time had been one too many, one too many battles, one too many "almost losing hers", one too many times he worried that she'd never no, he was going to tell her, he wouldn't risk dieing, or her dieing, without noing how he felt, that was no longer acceptable, not that it really ever was, but even less so now, she stepped through the door of the house, "Wat did you want Ichigo?" "I want you to feel something," Rukia stepped through the sliding doors into the nearly empty room, "Come 'ere," she approached him, he sat down, she sat opposite him, he took her rist gently, he put her hand on his chest, just beneath his Soul Reaper uniform, touching his skin, she blushed deeply, her face was very surprised, "Do you feel it?" he asked, he was very nervouse, but he seemed to look confident, although that simple action proved otherwise, "Do you feel it?" he repeated, "Y- Yes, yes I do," she breathed, the soft beating of his heart was very loud and very fast, "You feel that, thump thump, thump thump, you no why don't you?" she looked at him, blinking eyes starring into his, "Its your fault," he smiled, "that it's beating like this, so fast, so loud, you do this to me," 'Oh yeah? My heart feels like a freight train Buddy! Get a feel o' that!' she thought, but wasn't confident enough to say, "And yours?" oh the irony! "It's faster, and louder, and it's your fault," she replied quitely, "I don't beleive you," he smirked, she frowned, "Is so!" "Really? Hm, doubt it," she pulled his rist and jerked her hand away from his chest, putting his hand on her chest, "You feel it right?!" he smiled, "Yes, ofcourse," he removed his hand from her chest, "Do you no how long it's been like this? I don't really no actaully, it could've been the day I met you, and saw those little drawings of yours (he didn't want to ruien this with an insult) or maybe it was the time I opened up my closet and you were asleep, quite, hair all messy, mouth open just a little bit, it could've also been wen you were up on that scaffold, and those fiery embers burned your delecete little face, and I saw the tears in your eyes, but I'm pretty sure it was before that, wen my heart started to pound like this," his finger carressed the side of her face, "And you? Wen did that thumping in your chest get so loud and out of contol?" "I think," something about his eyes made her go along with his little games, but she didn't mind one bit, "wen I first saw the determination on your face," he looked at her, he new that it was time to stop playing games and start acting on this desiere that had been creeping up inside of him for the longest time, he cupped her sweet face, leaned in closer, "Ichi-" but he cut her off, his lips lightly pressing against hers, it was light at first, giving her a chance to run if she chose to, "Should we be doing this?" Rukia held concern her honey coated voice, "Why would doing this be wrong?" "Because, I'm a noble, I might have to have an arranged marrige, and then-" he softly bit her bottum lip, teling her to stop, "Ichigo!" her breath quickly caught in her throat, "No, you'll marry who you want to marry, as the Captin Commander I can make arranged marriges against the law, and also, regardless of my rank, I would let nothing bad come your way, unless I brought it myself," he smirked, she kissed him, biteing his bottum lip in a way of telling him to shut up, he looked at her, "Watever you want Midget," she flicked his head, the sunset was making the light in the room dim, "Wat is your problum Pipsqeak?!" "You!" he poked her forehead, "But you no, I do want to get married, just to someone of my choice," he smiled, they kissed again,
"I've been waiting to tell you," he mummbeled against her lips, "that I'm in love with you," she nocked him down, "Wat's with-" she pinned him and kissed him passionatly, he wrapped his arms around her, she snaked hers around his neck, he brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, she rose up to get her breath, she kissed his cheek and wispered in his ear, "I love you too," she climbed off of him, and layed next to him, his arm curled around her, her hands rested on his chest, she closed her eyes and smiled, shaking her head lightly, "Wat have you done to me, Ichigo Kuarasake? Wat on earth have you done?" "Well that depends, wat have you done to me, Rukia Kuchiki?" she shrugged, "I can't be held responsable for the stupid things that your heart decides to do," "And I can't be held responable for the stupid things that YOUR heart decides to do either," "You no, I used to be a respected Soul Reaper noble who put her sword before her heart, and you changed that, you changed me," "And are you happy with it?" "Yes, now I'm a respected captin who puts her heart only slightly before her sword, and has fallen in love with an idiot Captin Commander with a reckless attitude and a big head," "Well, I used to be some punk student who didn't no how to fall in love, but you barged in and turned me around!" "And? Do you like it?" "Yeah, now I'm a respected Captin Commander with a big sappy heart, a bigger sword, and the only thing that's small in my life is my little midget with big bug eyes, a bigger pile of anger issues, and a record of domestic violence that's bigger than I am!" she tapped the side of his head, "Such a silly boy," she wispered, "Look who fell in love with him," "And I don't regret a second of it," "Hey? You said that you wanted to get married to someone you loved, is that person me?" "Well, only if you don't bring your sword, then I guess I don't mind," "Well ok, but wear supper high heels so I don't break my back kissing you," she kicked his leg lightly, she layed her head on his chest, "You are so predictable," "Wat do you mean?" "I new it," "New wat?" "This: thump thump thump, thump thump thump, it's just as fast and loud as before, you better calm down before you bust a vein," he rose up, letting her head hit the soft matters under them, "Like your's is any slower than before," "Wanna bet?" "Bet wat?" "If you're so confident it dosen't matter, right?" he pressed his ear against her chest, "You're wrong," he raised up, "Pay back!" he leaned down again and pressed his lips against hers, the beating of their hearts pounding together in perfect unison, they're lips pressed together, they're breathing in sync, their minds racing together, love can do the strangest things
THE END

The Music Of Her Heartbeat

His footsteps, her footsteps, their footsteps, coming, coming, coming, in sinc

The Music Of Coming Footsteps

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!

The Music Of Her Heartbeat

NOTE: IchiRuki, from Ichigo's POV

Her heartbeat is amazing,
It plays music in my ears,
And she laughs sweetly wen I tell her,
Wen we sleep at night,
And I inist on hearing it,
She laughs and says I'm obbessesed,
So?
It's a wounderfull thing to be obbsessed with,
Because it's truly the thing that signifies her life,
Though we say we're dead,
And nothing can be more meaningfull,
Than hearing life in someone you love,
And wen she hears my heartbeat,
She says it's too loud and too fast,
And I tell her,
"Ofcourse it is Idiot! You're the reason,"
Yes she's the reason that it's like that,
Because she's so close,
Close enough to hear my heartbeat,
So why wouldn't I be a little nervouse?
Even though we're married,
And so in love,
It's still a very delicate thing,
Love, that is,
But the steady beating of hearts,
Is exactly wat charms love's spark,
And wat could be be more beautifull than that?
Because I think she feels the same way about my heartbeat,
She's just way too proud to admit to something so "silly"
Opting for my orange hair, and yet that isn't more silly?
Indeed, her heartbeat is amazing