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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),

Heart Beat

Karma is so mean! And it was espically sharp tounged with Soul Reapers! Why, was a question that came to her often, 'We work for you!' she thought to herself, diracting the statement at whoever controlled karma, she leaned back in her bed, thinking about the day before, and wat she had done to deserve this fate, it all had started wen Ichigo had gone into a coughing fit due to the pollen...
"Ichigo! Just do it already! That coughing is on my last nerve!" Rukia demanded, "No way! Cough Syrup is the worst thing on earth!" "Well, that may be true, but are you suggesting that there are worse things in Soul Soceity?" "Shut up," she shrugged, "Just drink it," "No! Why don't you turn up a shot if you think it's so ok?!" "Alright!" and after he poured the right dousage she shoved it down him, "Idiot, as if I would take your medicine! That's dangerouse!"
She shuddered slightly, so she had acted like a real brat, was that really any reason to make her sick? Yes you say? Well now that thats settled! She felt awfull, and the new thought of Ichigo's cackling laughter made it worse, and worse than that, she could only imagine how he would pour that vial Cough Syrup down her throat, mocking her every word as he did so, but if she just stayed in his closet all day, maybe it would go away on it's owne and he would never no? He wouldn't bother asking if she was sick, so she wouldn't have to tell him? No such luck as that annoying nocking fell to her ears, she straightened her hair, trying to look as well as possible, she opened the door, "Yes?" "It being Saturday dosen't give you the right to stay locked in there all day! Besides, I figured that all that time in Soul Society's cells would make you sleep with the door open, not keep you locked in there! Now come on, let's go out or somethin'," "Actually, Ichigo, I think that slash to the leg yesterday affected me more than I thought," His eyes grew a little wider, "You ok? You want me to take a look at it?" "No that's ok! Really I'm fine!" 'Stupid! That's the worse thing you could've said! Stupid Idiotic Edjitin Fool!' She thought, screaming at herself for the stupid answer, "I should look at it, it might be infected or something," "No, no thank you!" "Rukia, I won't hurt you, just let me see," oh man! This was bad! He wanted trust! He thought she didn't trust him! And so, he was giving her that injured puppy look! That horrible, sad, injured puppy look! For a tough guy he sure was good at that! "Um, Ichigo, my leg is fine, I was lying," she didn't make eye contact, "But why-" "I needed an excuse, the truth is, I don't feel so good," Rukia's head felt heavy, and her eys felt thick and teary, she blinked, trying to stop that heavy feeling, she didn't succeed, "Sit still for a minute," he looked at her quickly before heading out the door
He returned moments later, he found the door to the closet shut, "Rukia, open the door," she opened it slightly, "Sit up," "Don't want to, I wanna sleep," "You can sleep later, sit up now," she moaned a little but sat up anyway, he put his hand on her head, it felt hot, so hot, but he lingered there for a moment, "Ok, now open your mouth," she cocked her head, but that made her headache worse, "Why?" she asked suspicously, "So I can take your tempiture," "Didn't you just do that?" he rolled his eyes at her, but being clueless made her even cuter, "Rukia," he said sternly, his eyes locked her in place, as if she couldn't move, she opened her mouth, he put the thermometere in her mouth, "Now, keep that under your tounge and don't open your mouth untill I say so," she nodded slightly, he smoothed some of her hair down, she looked even pailer than she usually did, except for her cheeks that were beat red, "How da' ya' feel?" she raised an eyebrow, and shot him a glare, if she could have said something, the word would surely be "Idiot", he lightly took the themomotor from her soft grip, "Well no wounder you feel bad! 103 ain't messin' around! Do you realize how high your fever is?" she only looked at him with swimming eyes, "Well, wat're your symptoms?" "I beg your pardon?" but before he could answer she went into a short coughing fit, "Rukia!" "I'm ok," her eyes had tears in the corner, wich she blinked away, "You sure?" "Im fine," "Well, tell me how you feel," she looked down, he stroked her hair for a second, "Tell me," she looked up, "I have a headache," she said quietly, "And?" "A sore throat, and my hole body hurts, and I just feel bad," "Do you wanna rest in my bed?" oh yes! Oh goodness graticuouse yes! Always! But, why would he offer now? Her suspicouse nature would not go away, regardless of her being sick, "Why? So it'll be easier to force medicine down me?" she asked, before going into another short coughing fit, he put his hand on her back as she stopped, she felt better with him there, gently touching her, with his healing touch, "No, I just thought if you wanted-" "I never said I didn't want to," she said, swinging her legs over the edge of the shelf, she stopped, putting a hand to her head as it throbbed, he swooped her up and before she could object dropped her on the bed, not layed, dropped, "Ow," "You deserve that," he said, "Wat did I do?!" "You lyed about your leg," she sat up in the bed, "Alright Midget, I'll be back in a minute," and he left again
She stared down at the small box on the floor, seeing all the medical stuff and Ichigo next to them scared her, she looked at him, "First, it's pay back time you winney little shrew!" "Wat did you call me?!" "Ah, your hearin' gone too?" "Shut up!" "Can it pipsqeak!" "No!" "Look you edjitin little sea monkey! Shut up and do wat I say!" "How dare you!" "Alright She-Demon! Look here!-" and there she went, into another coughing fit, and that made him feel bad, "Alright," he calmed down, "Listen Munchkin, I was over reacting, so, I'll try not to be so rough today, alright you hot headed liitle midget? Hm?" she glared at him, "Sorrry, last one," she sorta half smiled, "Seriously though, you need to go ahead and drink soma' this cough syrup," "If I do, without any indication of dislike, then you must promise that you will not complain about it," "Fine," he wanted to tell her that he would have forced it down her midget sized throat if he had to, but this would work better, he poured the dose into the cup, "Eh, better give you the kid size just in case," her eye twitched, she wanted to yell at him, but her throat would be raw if she did, she took the cup and shot the syrup into her mouth, Ichigo saw her eyes go wide, he quickly covered her mouth so she didn't spew the red liuid, ounce he was sure that she had swallowed the horrible tasteing medicine he let go, "Ugh! That is the worst thing that has ever entered my mouth!" she sqealed, he smiled broadly, "Stop enjoying this!" she said between clenched teeth, "Sorry," she doubted that, "Alright," he said firmly, "Let me look at ya'," he commanded,
"You feelin' better?" "A little," "I think your fever dropped," he said, "Mm-hm," "So, do you think the medicine helped at all?" "It better have helped! You certainly gave me enough!" he smiled sweetly, he had given her all the medicine she needed at ounce so he could keep track of the hours better, she had the flu, he concluded, and she took three diffrent medicines for her symptoms, (including the cough syrup that she refused to ever take again,) "Ichigo," he looked at her, she rose up from her sleeping position, "why are you taking care of me?" "Because if I don't, who will?" "You could've sent me back to Soul Society," "Why would I do that? Besides, I like playing doctor, it's pretty fun," "Yeah?" "Yeah," "If that's the case, then you have to promise me something," "Wat?" "I get to take care of you the next time you get sick," "Ok, fine," she looked over the side of the bed at the little medical kit that had tools next to it, most of wich he hadn't even glanced at, "Wat do they do?" she asked him, "Wat do wat do?" "Those," she pointed at the kit and medical tools, "Diffrent things," "Can you show me?" Ichigo felt that he was no more fit to explain human medicin to Rukia than he was to explain to her wat it meant wen Keigo had ben "hitting on her", "Please?" there she went with those puppy dog eyes of hers, he let out a breath, "Wat do you want to no first?" "You chose," she said, he smiled, "Well, this is a pretty cool one," he said, picking up a long stringy instrament, she stared at it in aw, "Wat does it do?" "It alows one person to hear another person's heartbeat," he saw her blush a little, but he didn't think it was the fever's doing, she reached out shyly to touch the object, "Can, can I try it?" "Sure," he demonstrated on her, showing how to use it, and then she did the same to him
"Well? Wat do you think?" he asked, she smiled softly, "I like it, it's nice," she said, she tugged on him a little, "I feel alot better, Dr. Ichigo," he blushed a littled, "But, I no another way to hear someone's heartbeat," "Really?" "Mm-hm, like this," she pulled him down, he layed on his bed, she set her head on his chest, listening to the soft thumping of his heart, "Like this," she wispered, he held her tighter and stroked her back, "You sleepin'?" "No, just resting," he burried his senses in her, he kissed her lightly on the head, she looked up, and he kissed her on the lips, he saw her beautifull face, even with his eyes closed, heard her voice, even though she wasn't speaking, felt her touch, as light as it was, smelled her sweet scent, as it drifted through her hair, and he tasted her lips, as they danced with his owne, she let go, she needed to take a breath, "Aren't you afraid of getting sick?" "No, because even if I do, you'll take care of me," he smiled, "And why does that make you so happy?" "Because, I'm in love with you, why else?" "Ok," "Is that all you have to say?!" "No, I love you too," and they kissed one more time, heartbeats ringing in unison

A Favor Returned

Ichigo wasn't the type to get sick, he wasn't the type to lay around all day, letting a girl of all people, sit there with him, letting Rukia, of all girls, sit there with him, doing, if anything, nothing but having casual conversation, yet there he was, doing exactly that, he thought it was weird, and the day before, wen Rukia wasn't looking and he was in the snow, (without a jacket on) he had no clue that this was going to happen, well, he kind of did, but would do anything to make it apparent that he wasn't going to do wat Rukia said, why? Because he is a stubborn fool, that's why, and now he was paying the price, but just because he was layed up and stuck in his room didn't mean that Rukia had to suffer the same punishment, right? nWell that gave him an ideah, a ridiculouse ideah, that normally would have gotten him a good slap in the face, but not today, right? "Hey Rukia," "Hm? Something wrong?" "Well, just because I'm stuck here, dosen't mean that you have to be, why don't you go draw or something?" she put down her book and smiled, "Because I have nothing better to do, I might as well sit here, after all, you're really the only person I can hang around with, plus, your dad and sisters aren't here, so it's just you and me!" Ichigo rolled his eyes at her, "Do you have to pretend to be so peppy? It's making my headache worse," "Oh, it is? I'm sowwy," now she was just trying to make him mad, "That's even worse," she smiled even bigger, "Sorry, I just couldn't miss the oppertunity," Ichigo rolled his eyes at her again, she got up, "Were are you going?" "To get some crayons, I want to do a drawing now that you mention it," she began to walk off, she hesitated getting to the door, as Ichigo looked down at her leg, "Is your leg hurting you?" "No, I'm fine," Ichigo remembered the day before,

"Ichigo behind you!" Ichigo turned around, swinging his sword at the on-coming hollow, Rukia turned her sword, "Dance, Sode No Shiaryuki," these were just minor hollows, but there were many of them, "Ichigo get out of the way!!" Ichigo jumped behind the circle of hollows, as Rukia stood on the tip of her foot, spun around, and froze every hollow that was near her, she leaped up, slicing the mask off of each hollow, she leaped higher to get the last one, that just happened to be the biggest, she came down on the hollow, sword drawn, her bare leg scratched a branch, she landed, clutching her injured limb, as she rose the wind had blowen her pant leg up, and she wasn't looking at were her leg was, "You ok?" Ichigo asked approaching her, "I'm fine," she lifted her hand from the wound, blood splashed the snow around her, Ichigo returned to his body, and Rukia returned hers, he carried her home, ounce there she exited her body, and let him treat the injury,

'It probbably still hurts though,' he thought Rukia returned moments later, things were remotely humaine for a little wile longer, then, it happened, "Hey Ichigo! Look at my drawings!" she held up the sketch board that she had stol- I mean "borrowed" from Ichigo's room, Ichigo was already dizzy, but this was gonna make him feel like he had a hangover, dipicted, was a bunny with short black hair, and a big babng over it's face, in a wite coat, another bunny with orange spikey hair and xes for eyes, with it's tounge hanging out, and a huge sledge hammer right over the red headed bunnie's head, the other bunny holding the hammer, for ounce he was so stunned that he couldn't say anything, his mouth was gaping, bad ideah! Because, instead of Rukia taking this time to smile in the quite, she took this time to literally shove pills down him, wen he felt her hand over his mouth and a sudden gush of water drowning him, he was out of the daze, struggling against her, his face and bangs were wet, the cloth on his head sliding ff slowly, Rukia was quite pleased with herself, she tried to stop giggling, but the site, the hole incedent, was just too humerouse! She couldn't help it! He glared at her with a murderouse look, "WAT was THAT?!" Rukia started to laugh even more, "Well," she began, regaining her composer, "You're very difficult, do you no that?" "Yes, but did you have to do THAT?!" she started laughing again, "Further more! Why was my nunny nocked out?! Not that care about your horrible little drawings," "Because I had to give you medicine," "In the picture or did you no that I would be gaping and do it on purpose?!" "Ok, we'll go wth that," "Go with wat?!" the anger in his eyes made Rukia grab her stomach to stop her ribs from hurting from laughing so hard, Ichigo fell back on his bed, covering his head with a pillow, to look like he was trying to tune out her laughter, but he wasn't, he liked the way she laughed and he wished that he could hear it more often, he smiled, noing that she couldn't see him, and gently went to sleep, her laughter soothing him into fantisy,

Ichigo woke up, it was night, the room was dark and he couldn't see, but he felt better, he felt something warm on his hand, he lightly sqeezed it, feeling the slender fingers attached to her hand, Rukia's head laying on the bed, her body slunched over, seeing her delicate face reminded him of the dream he had had, remembering all his efforts, remembering the orange embers burning her face, on that fatefull day of her ecicution, remembering the tears that stung her eyes wen he rescued her, he remembered the scolding she gave him wen he threw her off that scaffold, he smiled, but why had he wanted to save her so badly? His owne words rang in his mind, and he new that it wasn't because he had a disapaeting headache, "Because, she's waiting," "Because I made a promise," "Because I swore it, I just swore it, to no one, but myself!" "I finally found my resolve," "I'm here to save you Rukia," "I'm here to rescue you," "I came here to rescue you, this is the second time, and this time, will be diffrent!" each word lingered in his memory, everything he told his enemys and allies, and most importantly, the things he told Rukia, but why did he want to save her so much? Why did he want it to be him, to open the door, and let her free,? Why had that been important to him as well? It wasn't that important who rescued her, wenhe had gone to save Orahime, just that she was rescued, so why did it make a diffrence wen it came to Rukia? Was it to spend more days like this together? Certainly not, so why? Ichigo's head was spinning, but it wasn't because he was ill, he looked at her porcelin face, he brushed a strand of hair to the side of her face, her eyes fluttered open, it amazed Ichigo, how light of a sleeper she was, "Something wrong?" she asked him, "Yeah," Ichigo got out of bed and crossed the room, "Wat are you doing?" Rukia asked, "Don't worry, I feel fine, Dr. Rukia," her face got red, she blushed prufusely, Ichigo took her hand in his, and pulled her up slowly, he pulled her forward and embraced her, "I think I figured it out," "Figured wat out?" "Why I wanted to rescue you so badly, and why I wanted to be the one to do it," his smile brightened, he held her face, and before she could say anything, he kissed her deeply, she was going to protest, but at the time, the feeling was just too tich to ignore, something she had wanted to feel for a long time, it sounds foolish, but at the time, she didn't care weather or not she got sick, they pulled apart for air, "It's because I love you," but before she could reply, Rukia fell innto his arms, "Rukia! Wat's wrong?" her eyes were half closed, he felt her head, she had a really high fever, Ichigo layed her down on his bed, but before he could go, he felkt a tug on his hand, "Ichigo, don't leave me," "I won't, I promise, I'll be right back," she let go of his hand, and left the room

'How could this happen?! I no that I didn't make her sick, she already had a fever before anything I could have given her could sink in, now that I tyhink about it, it is kinda odd that I get better right before she gets sick,' his mind was racing, he soaked the cloth in cold water, he reentered the room and put the cloth on Rukia's head, she was already asleep, he sat next to her, and as well, fell asleep slowly

"Well? Wat do you have to say for yourself?" Ichigo opened his eyes, her voice was normal, but seeing her in his bed, her face scarlet, was unusual to him, "Wat?" "You kissed me, you got me sick," "I no I was better before I kissed you! Besides, you were already sick because you had a really high fever," Rukia thought for a moment, "I love you too," "Huh?" "You said you loved me last night, I love you too," "You were coherent enough o hear that? Good," "The kiss was worth it by the way," "Like I said," "I no wat you said, besides, I think you were just lovesick anyway," "Haha, very funny," "No, I'm seriouse! Lovesickness is very common amoung Soul Reapers," "You're kidding right?" "Nope! It's the truth! Because there isn't alot of disease in Soul Society, and emotions are amplified for Soul Reapers, and the only cure is to admit your true feelings for that person, Kian-Sir, was lovesick ounce," "For his wife, Miyako, right?" "Before they were married ofcourse," Ichigo looked at her, "Stand up," he said, she stood up, Ichigo put on a red gllove with a skull on it, and ragged Rukia's soul out of her body, "Wat was that for?!" Ichigo ignored the question and rolled up her pant leg, the area around her wound was deep red, he rose up, Rukia returned to her body, "Idon't get it, I disinfected it," he rolled his eyes and shrugged, "Oh yeah, I get to torture you, like you did to me!" he said, an evil grin crossing his face, Rukia layed down on the bed, letting her face form into a look of innocence and sweetness, Ichigo looked one look at her, before going to get the medicine, "But wat kind of man would I be if I did that?" he said, defeat dripping in his face and voice, she smiled, raising up, waiting for Ichigo to take care of her, like she had done for him, after all, many things in a marrige are about returning favors, right?

A Dream

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