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