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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),

Exhausted

NOTE: I haven't posted a poem in a wile Rukia's POV IchiRuki

I was exhausted,
I felt the blood seeping from my wounds,
I felt that my body couldn't move,
I couldn't breathe very well,
I guess I had a punctred lung after all,
But atleast he was safe,
Atleast he could have a normal life,
Well, normal for him,
I had healed him,
I was exhausted,
I wouldn't die,
There's no way,
But I had to sleep,
And I was sure that it wasn't possible,
But I had been right,
He had somehow found me again,
Taken me away,
Helped me,
But I was defenitly not sure wat was going on,
I was exhausted,
The last thing I remember,
Is being lifted up in his arms,
He had a tight grip on me,
My eyes glanced at him,
I wispered his name,
He told me not to speak,
I couldn't do it anymore,
I fell asleep,
And I could've sworn he said he loved me,
But I was just so exhausted

Nothing But You

It was at that moment that she felt the smallest bit of releif, for a split second, her death was postponed, at first she was almost desprete to die, almost desprete in wanting him to leave, afer all, as if this wasn't irritating enough, she was hot, very hot, as the embers licked her face, but as soon as she was in his arms she felt safe, she suddenly wanted to live again, she had something, someone, to live for, and although she'd never admit it, for a few moments, and for one of the very few times in her life, she had difficulty holding back her tears, she felt overwelmed in serenity, it didn't last long, atleast, she acted like it didn't, but everytime he touched her, it was all too difficult not to instantly relax and settle her mind around nothing at all, except him ofcourse, it had been a hard day for her, for everyone, and after everything had calmed down and they were alone, he kissed her, and it felt like her mind had exploded, she finally understood this feeling, this strange feeling, like time had stopped, like the only thing that ever existed were him and her, she had heard that feeling being discribed in many ways, but never dreamed that it actually felt this good, she had heard about this feeling, that it's just him and her and a world of bliss, and that there was nothing she could see except his face, nothing she could hear but his heart and her's beating in unison, and feel nothing but him, she had heard it all, in the many books she read (all romance ofcourse) but she had never dreamed that it could actually do that, she always thought that it was the mind of a dreaming writer, but no, this was actually it, that's actually the way it felt, like indiscribable bliss, being kissed by the one you loved, she felt like it could stop her heart, she didn't want that moment to end
How? How was it possible? How? She must have some kind of radar! That's the only explination to explain it! That everytime he stepped out, he always came back to find her curled up on his bed asleep, (there was however the one exciption; the time she pretended to sleep and then kicked him in the face) but I mean this was ridiculouse! He was gone for only 20 minutes! He looked over at the site on his bed for a moment, let's see, a midget spread eagle on the bed, lightly holding the new book that she was reading, it was open to the last page ("THE END" was printed in bold at the bottum,) it was the book that had just been released yesterday that she (apparently) had "borrowed" from his sisters, (either she was an amazingly fast reader or she stayed up ALL NIGHT, probbably both, I mean she blew through 750 pages in a day! Yeesh!) an iPod was on the floor, had he left it there? And all in all the only thing really out of place was the midget that was in his bed, why? Why did she like his bed so much? Why?! She was like a puppy only alot less innocent, well, he might as well wake her up so he wouldn't be accused of letting her sleep there
It was strange, suddenly the irrisistable bliss was fadeing, she tried to keep a hold of it, but she couldn't, "Rukia," she heard him call repeatidly, she finally realized that it was all a dream, a luxuriouse dream that she didn't want to wake from, if she could only steel back that moment of bliss long enough to nail every detail into her memory, then she would let it go, but she just didn't want to return to the aching reality, everything in the dream had felt too real to escape from, and now that that feeling was burned in her memory, now that she understood the how there was a possibility of feeling that way, she would always want it, dream or not, imagined or not, she still FELT it, even if it was only her mind, tricking her into feeling it, she still FELT it, and that, regardless of imaginary and reality, was more than enough proof that that feeling could exist, because after all, feelings exist only in your mind, so if she could imagine feeling that way, then there was nothing to tell her that that feeling wasn't real, and that meant more to her than anything, but now was a new feeling, she was no longer in a world lost with him and nothing else, she could no longer feel nothing but him, reality had bitten and pulled her back all too soon, she could feel her body again, before it was light as air and no feeling except that indiscribable bliss had existed, but she could feel her body again, she could feel the bones as they twitched to life, feel the muscels under her skin, and strangely, she felt them hurt, she felt sore and it must've been from the sleeping position, although this was certainly not the first time she had awoken with sore, stiff muscels, but then she noticed, she heard his voice, "Come on Rukia! Wake up! Ughhh! How deeply can one midget sleep?!" Oh how she did NOT want to wake up right now, but then she felt something else, she felt pressure on her shoulders, and she didn't have to even think before she figured out the pressure, it was his hands, and even though she was absolutly certain that he was just shaking her awake, it felt good, like he was purposely working the kinks out of her body and soothing the skin on her back, she couldn't stop from smileing, her eyes remained closed, but she still smiled, "That feels good," she murmmered, honestly not expecting that he would hear her, "Really? You seriouse?" he asked, her eyes shattered open, she was already on her stomch and it slightly surprised her to feel his hands sart to work delebritly on the tense muscles in her shoulders and upper back, "Yeeesh! You are TENSE! Wat does a midget like you have to be so tense about?"
She didn't answer his question, "Hey, you don't have any plans for the rest of the day do ya'?" "No, why?" "Because it'll take all day to get the kinks outta you!" "Tch, Shmuck," she wispered, then she thought about his statement for a moment, and then it hit her, did he mean that he would work on her all day? (Well surely it didn't take that long but the point was understood) Just because she had said it felt good? He would make her soft again just because he could feel the tense kinks under his fingers? Why? That question suddenly began to ring in her mind, but she found it difficult to think about anything right now, she felt almost as good as she had in the dream, she couldn't think, her mind was completely obbsessed with him, she could only feel him, and the soft deep breaths coming from her mouth, she felt like she was in a trance, she barely felt his hands work their way down to the middle of her back, but she only noticed that she was becoming more relaxed, she felt the balls of his hands dig into her skin, it felt absolutly irrisistable,
It felt sort of strange, he could feel the tense kinks of her muscels under his fingers as he worked, he could feel them losen with each gentle caress, he worked his way to the small of her back and worked the few tight muscels there before moving back up to her neck, the way she was so quite and still, he could swear that she was asleep, but wen his hands left her and she turned her head and got up he pretty much understood that she was awake, she turned to him, her eyes looked somehow brighter, and she said, "Do you want one too?" he grinned,
She could feel how stressed out he must be, as she worked the last kink from his neck, her hands lifted off of him, he sat up, she woundered if it had felt the same to him, he had been burried in the thought of her, most likely not, but it was still fun to wounder, "Rukia," he wispered, she stared at him with untame eyes, she inched closer and her hand slid onto his face, then the other, and before he had time to say anything, she wispered, "Shut up, Ichigo," and she pressed her lips against his, at first she felt nothing, but then she felt him kiss back, and she woundered the last that she could as he overtook her, 'Am I still dreaming?' it certainly felt like the dream, there was nothing, empty, there was nothing but him, nothing else at all, if she had been able to think she would've woundered if there was even her, she couldn't find anything but him, and it felt like there wasn't even the world anymore,
It felt the same for him, the diffrence was that he had never felt this before, not that he hadn't dreamed of this moment, he just didn't dream that it would be like this, there was nothing but her, he could see nothing but her face, hear nothing but her heart and his beating in perfect unison untill they sounded like one, untill they sounded like there was only one heart beat, but he was sure that there were two, he could feel nothing but her, her lips, her hands, her everything, neither wanted this moment in time to end, but then they both started going blue in the face and had to break apart, she released him, and he let her go, for a very long time, neither of them spoke, they couldn't speak, and he finally said, "Wow," "Wow yourself," "Rukia," he pulled her forward a little and slowly started caressing her face as he said, "I love you," she leaned into him and wispered, "I love you too," she waited and allowed him to take her back to that blissfull place, she felt nothing but him,

Unspoken Promises

It was an unspoken promise that they kept, she didn't no about his promise; he didn't no about her's, that didn't really matter though, in a way, in a very real way, they were happiest wen they were fighting, weather it was an argument between them or a hollow to kill, it didn't matter, they spoke their owne languege, and most people new that, most people left them to their fighting and smiled wen they heard a paticuarly harsh insult, or an even louder cry of pain than usual, this was all the way it worked, only a very few number of people tried to decode this secret languege and everyone hated it wen they did, because you see, wen someone got lucky and maneged to pry open part of their langeuge they had to figure out how to fill the void, and that took time to do, and their langeuge was then fractured, wen they argued they had their owne way of speaking, wen they fought off hollows, or Espada or watever it was that had escaped the nether world to fight them, they spoke a simaler languege to everyone else, yet they kept their langeuge going as well, it was a simple thing, but wen they fight, it's a strange kind of happiness that takes them, wen they argue the sadness disapears from their eyes and is replaced with anger, ok so maybe that isn't happy, but atleast it isn't sad, and wen they fight watever it is that has made the mistake of doing them wrong they take down their sheilds and show a rare compassion for eachother,
It was an unspoken promise that they kept, he promised that he would make her smile, truly smile, with her eyes and with her heart, and she promised to make him do the same, but that was a hard promise to keep, they smiled, but hardly ever did they smile with their eyes, but it was time to smile with their hearts, and they would learn to do that now,
It was Saturday, a week left till their departure to Soul Society, he was reading and so was he, she was on the floor, he was on his bed, she looked up at him, then back at her book, then back at him, "Ichigo?" Ichigo rolled his eyes NOW she wanted something! Just as he was getting to the good part! "Wat Midget? And if this isn't important you're dead!" "Well," she began, sitting up, "do you consider internal bleeding 'important'?" Ichigo's eyes grew wide, "Wat?!" she smiled and started laughing, "You are one dead midget," he threatened, "Wat's a tickle fight?" that question surprised Ichigo, but then he got an ideah, he grinned evily, "Come 'ere, I'll show you," Rukia put down her book and sat on Ichigo's bed, Ichigo ran his finger very, very, lightly down Rukia's arm, "Q-Quite it Ichigo! That tickles!" "That's the point!" he ran his finger across her collarbone and she fell onto the bed, curling on her side and laughing, "This is for tricking me!" he yelled, tickling the back of her neck, "S- So you just, just attack m-me?!" she said between laughs, "No, you should fight back or you'll lose," Rukia turned to face Ichigo and ran her slender finger down his neck, the feel of her fingers on his skin, light as air, tickled him enuogh, soon enough they were tickeling eachother like there was no tommorrow, but finally, they got really tired, "L-listen Rukia! Let's call it a draw ok?" "D-deal!" and they finally let go of eachother and layed on the bed, breathing heavily, they were mostly quite, save for a giggle now and then, "Hey Ichigo?" "Yeah?" "I like tickle fights," he glanced at her, she was smileing, and he had seen (through very blurry eyes) wile they were "fighting" that she had been smileing and laughing then too, she was happy, he had found a way to make her happy, and she happened to be thinking the same thing about him at that time
They were still smileing, it had ended up being an actual good day, Ichigo looked over, Rukia had fallen asleep on his shoulder, he looked at her, she was beautifull as always, he just couldn't resist, he bent down, carefull not to wake her, lightly brushed his lips against her's, Rukia's eyes slid open, "I thought the tickle fight was over," she said, he raised up, face tinted scarlet, "But then again, it didn't tickle that much," she said, leaning up and kissing him, "Your lips tickle," he murmmered, "Let me fix that," her lips pressed more firmly against his and they kissed untill breath was absolutly nececary, he slid his lips down her neck, "Hey! That tickles!" she sqealed, "Good," he murmered, she ran her finger down his and he let go, "Good," she mocked, he rolled his eyes, "Ichigo, I was wrong before, I don't like tickle fights," she paused, "I love them, almost as much as I love you," "Yeah? Well I love tickle fights too," she glared at him, "but not as much as I love you," "Thank you," she smirked
They had unspoken promises, that were now spoken, a hidden langeuge, that was no longer hidden, a sweet love, that was sweeter than ever

Keep The Nightmares Away

It was her fault, it was all her fault, it was her fault that he was dead, and she new that, he had been protecting her, defending her, and he had died in the process, but watching it before her eyes again and again, it was unbearable, it was as bad as Kian's death, if not worse, he was gone, and she was to blame, all to blame, too many times and too many ways he had died, and it all hurt just as much as the worest pain in the world, first, he dies the night they met, it was her fault, he died wen he battled the Grand Fisher, it was her fault, he died in all the countless battles in Soul Society, defenitly her fault, he died in the battle with Grimmjow, her fault, he died in Hueco Mundo wen he was battling to get to her, her fault, he died in the war, all her fault, but then it accured to her, how could he die all those times? It must be a dream, a horrible horrible dream! A nightmare that she couldn't wake up from, she tried to wake up, but she couldn't, and then she realized wat she needed to do, she relaxed for a moment, and tried to find his voice, "Rukia," he wispered, "wake up Rukia," and suddenly it became so easy, and she opened her eyes
Rukia sat up in bed, it had been such a frightening nightmare, she was alone, all alone, and it bothered her, she hadn't noticed how empty and quiet the room was wen she had gone to sleep, but she could feel it now, and it bothered her grately, she felt the plush surface of his bed under her hand, and crashed back down onto the pillow, his scent was burried in it, she breathed in the soft smell of his Strawberry shampoo, it still wasn't the same as having him there, she couldn't take being in his room alone, atleast, not anymore, she reached her hand up and felt the bandege on her face, that was why she was here, alone in his bed, it was because of this stupid bruise! If it weren't there then Ichigo would be here instead of her and she would be in his closet, listening to his deep breathing and letting it soothe her back to sleep, but no, he had given her his bed for the night, opting to sleep on the sofa, he had been unusually nice to her since she had returned, she didn't understand it, she had been hit before, her face has seen as much pain as the rest of her, so why was this so diffrent? Well, she really didn't care,
"Ichigo," she called, the room seemed even quieter as her voice faded, "Ichigo!" she yelled louder, oh yeah, his family was out camping, that was good, that way she could yell and no one but Ichigo would hear her, a few minutes later, she was about to call for him again, but the door opened and she saw the siloute of a well-built (very well-built) man with spikey hair in the doorway, "Rukia? Is something wrong?" she looked at him, "Yes Ichigo," he walked over to her and sat down on the bed, "Wat is it?" "Um, do you think, perhaps, you could not sleep downstairs, and perhaps here?" "Sure, but do you mind if I asked wat brought this on?" he got up and crawled in the other side of the bed, she turned to face him, "Do you mind if I ask why you're being so nice?" Ichigo raised an eyebrow, "Is that supposed to be an insult?" "No! But you usually aren't this nice to me! It isn't normal and it's starting to freak me out!" Ichigo blinked a few times, then said, "Is that supposed to be an insult,... Midget? Because you're usually better at it than this," Rukia smiled, yes! She wasn't insane! And he wasn't treating her diffrently! Wait a minute, she traded Sweet Ichigo, for Normal Ichigo? Maybe there WAS something wrong with her, "Midget? Are you gonna answer my question or wat?" or maybe she just liked hearing his voice the normal way, he was really bad at being comforting wen he was trying to be, his voice is soothing enough, if he tries to pour honey on sugar then she'll just choke! There's such a thing as being TOO sweet, although she never imagened Ichigo as fitting that discription, "Wat question?" she asked, "Remember? I asked if you'd tell me why you suddenly want me to stay here," "No, I believe you asked if I minded telling you," "Yeah, wen I was still trying to sugar coat everything, wat I meant was: Tell me or I'm leaving," "You wouldn't!" "I would," there was a long pause and just as Ichigo was about to tell her again, she spoke,
"I had a nightmare," "That's it? Man, the way you were actin' I thought you had gone out to fight a hollow without telling me or something!" "So then, you AREN'T going to laugh at me?" "Why would I laugh at you?" "Well, a grown woman, espically a Soul Reaper, shouldn't have nightmares," "Why not? I still have nightmares sometimes," "You do?" "Yeah everyone does, so, do you wanna talk about it?" she hesitated for a moment, "I kept watching you die, over and over again, just in diffrent battles, and the hole time you were protecting me! It was always my fault!" "Do I dedtect a hint of self hate in your voice?" "It's more than a hint," "Rukia, if other people don't hate you, you shouldn't hate you either, besides, do you no WHY I always try to protect you?" "No," "Because I WANT to," "Ichigo? Can I ask you something?" "Sure," "Why were you trying to sugar coat everything earlier?" "Because he hit you," "So? I've been hit before," "Yeah, in battle," "So?" "So, there are rules, for guys anyway, and it's why I avoid fighting girls, 1. Never hit a woman, 2. Never hit a woman's face, 3. Never hit a woman that's smaller than you," "They sound basically the same," "That isn't the point Rukia, besides, you TRUSTED him, right?" "Well, I kinda had to, he still out-ranks me," "Not for long, the point is, I thought you'd be kinda sensitive," "Tch, serves you right then," "Now look it Midget!" "Ichigo, just go to sleep," "Hey Rukia?" "Yeah?" "You wanna no wat my nightmare was about?" "Your nightmare?" "I had one too ya' no, right before I came up here," "You mean before I called you," "No, I was on my way up wen you called me, I was worried and I was gonna make sure that you were ok," "Wat was it? The nightmare I mean," "It was, wat might've happened to you if I hadn't gotten to you in time," "Oh? And wat would that be?!" Her tone was irritated, "Well, wat I thought might've happened, like those squad 12 loons slicing you open and disecting you," Rukia cringed, he sure had a way of getting his point across, "And using you as some lab rat that they'll kill in experiments sooner or later," she cringed again, "And-" "I get it Ichigo, you were worried that they might harm me," "Worried that they WOULD, and 'harm' is putting it mildly! I mean if you had had that dream about someone you love you would've-" "I don't want to no! Wait, did you say, 'someone you love'?" "Ah man, I can't believe I let that slip! That's wat I get for being bad at talking!" "You love me?" "Well, yeah, I do," Ichigo was suddenly thankfull for the darkness so that she couldn't see his blush, "I can't believe it, you love me?" "Why is that so hard to believe?" "I've dreamed about this moment, but never though it would come," "Never say never," "I always thought I'D be the first one to say that I loved you," "Heh, well imagine that," Ichigo leaned down and kissed her gently, they curled up and began to sleep, both being assured that the other would be there to keep the nightmares away

Irrisitable Bliss

She new he hated her, that was undoubtable, she new that she wanted to die, and she wanted him to be the one to kill her, wanted him to be the one to have her blood stain his sword, so that dieing would be like a painless bliss, but wat she saw in his eyes that night certainly wasn't hate, it was an emotion that she couldn't put her finger on, but hate, not even anger, shined in his amber eyes that night, wen he saw her unpure skin
This wasn't right, it couldn't be right, the first day back was simaler, but no were near as bad as this, how could he help her? He didn't even have any clue why she was acting this way, he just new that it had to stop, he couldn't bare it anymore, espically not after wat she just did, it made him sick, and made him hurt, his fists clenched and unclenched, he didn't even no how to talk to her right now, he had tried being rough as usual, but it ended up hurting HIM not HER, not that he ever wanted to hurt her, he would never do that, he would never be so cruel and heartless, but this had gone too far, he glanced at the closed closet door, and refelcted on wat had happened only moments ago, he had tried to get answers out of her, he had said in a rough voice, "Talk to me Rukia!" and then she looked at him with broken, amythest eyes and wispered, "Ichigo, please, please leave me alone, please," it was more of a breath than a wisper, and she then climbed back in the closet and shut the door, that made his resolve flare in his eyes, in only a few steps he was at the closet door, wich he slammed open, before he could speak, he was shocked to find her like this, she wasn't weak, she was far from it, more than strong, so seeing her curled up like this made him ache, she looked up, her eyes were tired and held the same empty sorrow that they had held for the past few days, "Yes?" she asked, he cleared his thoughts and said, "Rukia, come here," she looked at him for a moment, "No," she said, almost soundlessly, he tugged her out of the closet and told her, "Come on Rukia," "No! I don't want to!" she cried, he held her arms by her side and sat her down on the bed next to him, "Rukia, please, talk to me," he said sweetly, she looked away, "Please Ichigo," she breathed, "don't make me do this, please, don't make me, please!" it hurt him so badly to hear her begging him like this, but he had to, he had to keep pressing, because he new that if he didn't something would go wrong, he new that wen Rukia acted weird- not even as bad as this, just being a little too quiet one day- it meant that something was incredably wrong, so he had to keep going, "Rukia, please tell me," Rukia's small fists gripped the sheets and then ungripped, and the process repeated a few times, as if she was having a mental war
The things going on inside her head were so painfull, the one side of her, the side that she never showed and tried to keep bottled up, was screaming at her, begging her to tell him everything and let him work his magic on her, let him heal these battle scars with his soothing powers, let him help, how she would love to give in to that side, to let herself sink into the feel of his soft, soothing reiatsu, to let his hands work every cell of her to relaxation, and to just be with him and become his ragdoll, she never got to do that, but she wanted to, to just sleep there, curled up with him, to let him protect her, to just let him, but her other side was telling her not to tell him anything, he dosen't need that burden, that was the main reason, and the thoughts of his reaction were going to decide wich side won, he hated her, she was sure, absolutly, it all depended on his reaction, if he was going to act sweet, then she wouldn't be able to NOT go with the first side, but if not, if he would be angry at her like she was sure he would be, then she would go with the second option, so for now she would test him, "Ichigo, if I ask you something, will you tell me the truth?" the question caught him off guard, "Ofcourse I will," he replied honestly, "Do you hate me?" she asked, just under a wisper, that caught him off guard even more, "Wat?! No! Ofcourse not! How could you think that?!" "Do you mean that?" "Ofcourse I do!" "Thank you," she got up, but felt his grip tighten around her rist, "Theres more Rukia, please, tell me everything," he pleaded, she sat down again, he brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, and then he noticed it for the first time, "Rukia," he wispered, and she new he saw it, she bit her lip, "Im sorry," she wispered, she was afraid to look at him, but wen he didn't speak for a few minutes, she turned and saw how broken his eyes were, "Ichigo I'm sorry!" She pleaded, begging for him to understand, but the next thing she new, his arms were wrapped tightly around her, "Why are YOU sorry?" he asked,
"Because, because,-" "No, there isn't a reason, you just put the blame for everything on yourself, Rukia, are you ok?" she had to think about that for a moment, was she ok? True, she had a small scar by her eye, true that it got there wen that thug had punched her and his ring had dameged her skin, but she didn't care about that, the question was, was she going to break? Was it too much? Could she handle his delayed reaction? "I'm fine," she lied, "You're lieing Rukia," she didn't respond, "Does it hurt?" "No," that was the truth if nothing else was, "Are you ok, Rukia? Please tell me the truth, please," hearing him ask that, those words, she couldn't do it anymore, she couldn't keep up the act anymore, that hidden part of her was going to speak, it was going to be released, and she was too broken to care, "No, I'm not ok," Ichigo finally let go of her, but caught her rist and pulled her forward, laying her on his chest, "I want to change that," Ichigo told her, "Ichigo, sometimes I want to die," she admitted, there was no escape now, once she stopped fighting, and that flood gate opened in her heart, she couldn't stop untill all the water had drained, but how could she not tell him? He had trapped her, it had started wen he embraced her like that, his reasitu was surronding her then, but she was strong enough to hold up, untill now, wen he drapped her upper body over him and she felt the cloth of his shirt under her face, and the thunping of his heart under her hand, and his soft, soothing reasitu engolfed her, it was if she was drowning, but it was a nice kind of drowning, the kind that you don't want to escape from, it was a sweet, soothing kind of drowning,
"Rukia," he said, his vioce was so shoccked and broken, she didn't want to see his eyes, those beautifull amber crystals full of pain and brokenness, she just couldn't bare that, it would hurt her too much, "Rukia, why?" was all he could manege, she wanted to die? How could she feel like that? Was she really that miserable? He felt devistated, like the earth had stopped spinning, but he was somehow able to ignore that feeling as soon as she spoke, "Because I've caused too much pain, Ichigo," his arms instinctivly tightened around her, "No you haven't, Rukia, you don't understand, you haven't caused any pain," "Yes I have," "No you haven't," Rukia wiggled her way out of Ichigo's arms, she stood in the middle of the room, "Ichigo! Don't you see!? I've caused too much blood to be spilt! Too many tears to be shed! It's all my fault!" Ichigo leaped off the bed and embraced her, smothering her head in his shoulder, he stroked her hair with his free hand, "Stop it Rukia, you aren't to blame for any of it," "But-" her voice was muffled by his shirt, "No," Ichigo said simply, lifting her face from his shoulder, "Ichigo," she wispered, "That's enough now Rukia, no more," "But-" he stopped her, pressing his lips firmly against her's, he pulled away all too soon, Rukia was still waiting for the blissfull kiss to continue, but it didn't, he embraced her tightly, "Who hit you?" he wispered, hit? Oh yeah, she had been hit, she had forgotten, "Don't no," she mumbeled, that was ok, he recognized the ring mark, kinda, he took Rukia's hand and lead her to the bed, were they layed down together, he kissed her hair, "I'm tired Ichigo," she said, "Me too," Ichigo got up for just a moment and turned out the light, it had started raining outside, Rukia couldn't see in the dark but felt Ichigo's hand gently pressing her head back down on his chest, she felt him bury his lips in her hair, and heard him say, "Goodnight Rukia, I love you," and she suddenly felt that overwelming bliss take control of her, "Goodnight Ichigo, I love you too," she replied, and she new he heard her, because she felt his lips search her face, she finally turned and allowed his lips to find her's, and that night, and from then on, she was filled with irresistable bliss