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Aftermath

Written by gokusgirl

He awoke first, inhaling quickly as he
tumbled out of his peaceful slumber. He closed his eyes as he took a deep
relaxing breath and stretched his tired limbs. He frowned, wondering why
it felt like something was weighing down on him. Opening his eyes again,
his stomach flipped as he gazed down at raven hairs that were splayed across
his chest. In an instant, the memory of last night flooded his
mind.

Ichigo smiled, his eyes now fixed on the
ceiling in Rukia's room. We did it, Ichigo thought to
himself. He still was in total disbelief about it; it happened suddenly
and rather wildly. He remembered how they were screaming and yelling at
each other, and then she slapped him - twice.   She was hurt and
angry, and even though the slaps were intended to make him feel just as bad as
she felt; it gave the opposite effect. Ichigo could recall feeling the
lust boil in his veins at the sensation of her inflictions and
he could no longer control himself. Before Ichigo could register what he
did, he was kissing Rukia hard on the mouth; pulling her down to the floor with
him.

And all the things we did last night, Ichigo mused as he felt his cheeks grown hot with
the recollection. He had done things to Rukia that he had never done with
any woman. The first encounter was so wild and fanatic that Ichigo
assumed he had exhausted her. But when she woke up a few minutes later,
she was ready to go again. Rukia was definitely a woman of her years, seductively
telling him where and how she wanted to be touched. And when he used his
mouth on her, he noticed how she literally shoved his head between her legs
with heated enthusiasm. Oral sex was so new to her he realized, but he knew she
loved it. She exploded every time he caressed her with his talented tongue, and
nearly detached his head from his neck as she clenched him hard with her strong
thighs.   Their third and final bout was true lovemaking. It was full
of soft touches, whispers of love, handholding and sensual strokes.
Ichigo simply savored her body until they both came simultaneously with their
tired, sweaty bodies pressed snugly against each other.

And now as he lay there, with the memories
of the pervious night skirting through his brain, he felt himself harden.
Ichigo looked down at her again, leaning his head to the side so he could see
her face. Gosh, she's so beautiful, Ichigo thought, and he then
kicked himself mentally for not noticing it until recently. He had almost given
up; he had almost lost her to Renji. For some reason he just couldn't
express how he felt about her. But now the words were no longer hard to
say. I love Rukia, Ichigo thought proudly as his arm unconsciously
drew around her small frame, giving her small shoulders a firm squeeze. I
love her.

Rukia began to move, and Ichigo's heart
leapt into his throat. He gazed at her as she raised her head up slowly,
a hand coming up to pull some of the wild strands of hair out her face.
Ichigo's heart skipped a beat when their eyes locked onto each other.
Rukia froze, her brilliant blue eyes finally blinking open as she slowly
smiled. Ichigo relaxed with her smile, inwardly grateful she wasn't regretful
of last night's transgressions.

“Oi,” Ichigo muttered softly as he smirked
down at her.

Rukia bit her lip timidly. “Morning.”

“Yeah.” Ichigo spoke slowly, his hand reaching up to
move more of her hair out her face, his fingers dancing along her soft
cheekbone.

“It is still morning, isn't it?”
Rukia asked as she pulled herself up to stare at the alarm clock that sat on
her dresser. Ichigo's eyes fastened on her now exposed breasts, and his
jaw clenched.

“Last time I checked, yeah,” Ichigo
answered distractedly as his hands drew up to palm her breasts, giving them a
tender squeeze. Rukia squeaked, grabbing his hands and peeling them
away. She grabbed the flat sheet that covered her hips, pulling it up and
around her body as she watched him frown at her with disappointment.
“What's the matter?”

“Nothing,” Rukia told him as she tucked
her hair behind her ear. She stared at him for a moment, contemplating
what she wanted to say next. “Ichigo… how are we going to do this?”

Ichigo raised an eyebrow.
Stretching, he let out a small yawn as he gazed her smugly. “Well… I
could crash here Mondays and Tuesdays, and then you can come visit me at my
house on Wednesdays and Thursdays… and it can be a free-for-all on the
weekends.”

“No, I mean I think I want you to face
that way,” Rukia pointed to the wall. “I want to take a shower.”

“You don't want me to look at you?”
Ichigo laughed. His hungry eyes roamed over her as he continued to say,
“With all we did last night you've got nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I'll take my chances then,” Rukia replied
as she got out of the bed, taking the sheet with her. Ichigo yelped,
grabbing the pillow as he attempted to cover himself. Rukia's cheeks
blushed as she looked over at him. “Sorry.”

Ichigo watched her head for the bathroom,
feeling a bit confused at just happened. He shrugged it off as he climbed
out of her bed, following her as she opened the bathroom door. Just as Rukia
turned around to close the door, she jumped when she saw Ichigo standing there,
naked as the day he was born.

Trying not to look at his obviously
aroused nakedness, she diverted her eyes to the far corner of the door
jam. “Ichigo, where and the hell
are you going?”

“To the bathroom, what does it look
like?” Ichigo teased, his hand resting on the door jam. He watched
as Rukia's eyes wandered over his chest, and he saw how her eyes widened
fractionally before turning away again. “You're not getting cold on me
now, are you Rukia? Not after-”

“Please, don't remind me,” Rukia demanded
abruptly, raising her hand. “Why don't you go home and clean up?”

He frowned slightly at the remark, but
quickly recovered as he countered, “Why don't I call my pimp and he can just
pick me up off the corner?” Ichigo told her playfully, but Rukia could
sense the insult in his voice.

“I don't mean to offend you Ichigo,” Rukia
sighed. “I usually don't shower with anyone, that's all.”

“Well it's all the rage in Japan… what
better way than to conserve water by showering with a friend?” Ichigo
growled sexily, leaning his head down to kiss her shoulder. He felt her
shiver instantly, a sharp intake of air escaping her mouth.

“You see that's why you can't come in
here,” Rukia said with a shaky voice. “You only want to shower with me
because you want to do more than just… shower.”

“And what's wrong with that?” Ichigo
laughed. He stopped laughing when he noticed Rukia was frowning.

“Ichigo… this is too much,” Rukia told him
as she shook her head.

“I thought I was gentle with you last
night… I seemed to fit perfectly- ”

“MY GOD will stop talking about sex!”
Rukia yelled as she lowered her head. “I wasn't talking about that.
I was talking about this, us, Ichigo. I'm getting overwhelmed
here.”

Ichigo swallowed thickly. Taking a
deep breath, he lowered his hand from the door jam. “Look, I know you're
feeling weird about this, Rukia. To tell you the truth; I feel a little
weird about it too. But it's a good kind of weird.”

“But how will we plan to do this, Ichigo?”
Rukia asked him as she finally gazed up at his handsome face.

“Didn't you already me ask that?”
Ichigo asked her puzzlingly.

“Now I'm talking about if we should tell
anyone at school.” Rukia snapped.

“Hmm,” Ichigo thought carefully as his
eyes floated upward. He looked back down at Rukia, smiling smugly.
“From what I've already heard, everyone at school thinks we're banging each
other already.”

“WHAT?” Rukia screeched, her eyes widening
with shock.

“Don't tell me you haven't heard the
rumors about us,” Ichigo chided, folding his arms in front of him.

“I usually ignore them. My goodness…
I don't think I could handle the stares and questions about us yet… and people
already assume it? I don't know how to feel about this.” Rukia said as
she pinched the bridge of her nose with agitation.

“Take it from me, you feel great.”
Ichigo spoke slyly. Rukia eyes snapped up at him grimly.

“Stop that.” Rukia scolded quickly.

“Stop what?” Ichigo asked with a
laugh.

“Stop talking like that, stop thinking
like that!” Rukia implored.

“But this how I talk,” Ichigo ground out
lowly, his hands sliding around her waist as he pulled her to him. “Why
are you bugging out?”

“I'm not bugging out,” Rukia
yelled, pressing a hand against his chest to keep him from kissing her.

“Then why can't I talk the way I want to?”
Ichigo asked.

“Because this is the day after last night,
that's why.” Rukia told him softly. “And I want to keep it our business until I'm ready to tell
it. And that’s going to be pretty hard to do with you walking around
acting so damn happy!”

Ichigo laughed. He gave her a quick
peck on her nose as he exclaimed, “I am happy! Aren't you
happy?”

Rukia shielded her eyes away from him for
a brief moment, biting her lip as she reluctantly replied, “Yes, but I still
want to keep this between us, okay?”

Ichigo paused for a moment, hearing the
indecision that lingered in her tone. He scowled, letting her go as he
headed back into the bedroom without a word.

“Great, now you're mad,” Rukia told him as
she watched him sit down on the edge of the bed pouting like a spoiled
child. “Ichigo, I'm sorry you're mad about this; I'm just used to having
my private life… private.”

“Do you want to know what's got me so
annoyed with you right now?” Ichigo snapped bitterly. “Why do you like to
question every little detail of our relationship? You weren’t private and
discreet when Renji was taking you out to lunch from school, so why is it any
different with me? There's nothing to analyze Rukia; there's
nothing to figure out. Stop making it sound like we committed some disgusting,
deviant thing you regret!”

“How dare
you bring up Renji... a-and I am not regretful!” Rukia sputtered out
defensibly.

“Yes you are!” Ichigo shouted, standing up
as he searched for his pants. “You're ashamed of us, ashamed of
me.” Once he spoke it, it instantly made him feel depressed. He
stood there in the middle of the room, his back turned to her, suddenly feeling
empty and he was grateful she didn't see the flash of anguish that tightened
across his face.

Rukia was shocked with his outburst, and
she rushed over to his side, reaching out to touch his arm. He flinched,
but didn't shrug her away.

“Ichigo… is that what you think?
That I'm ashamed of us? Of you?” Rukia
asked softly. He still had his head away from her, not wanting to gaze
into those pooling azure eyes that he loved so much. “It's not what you
think, Ichigo. I've never had anyone care for me this much. I've
never cared this much for anyone! How you make me feel when you touch me—I can't
explain it but I've never felt passion this strong for anyone. And yes,
it scares me.”

“It scares me too,” Ichigo finally spoke,
turning his head only slightly to see her standing beside him. “But I
can't hide how I feel. I feel like I want to burst; I want to shout at
the top of my lungs saying how I feel about you… because I've been feeling this
way for some time now, way before we slept together. I simply can't run
away from how I feel.”

“I'm not asking you to run from your
feelings,” Rukia replied softly. “I'm just trying to take a pace at all
this… can you give me that, Ichigo?”

Ichigo sighed heavily, slowly reaching his
hand out to caress her cheek. Rukia clasped her fingers around his, holding on
to his hand tightly. “You sure do drive a hard bargain.” Ichigo
mumbled as he gave her a small smile. He gazed at her, suddenly realizing
that the intimate contact of her very hand was making him extremely
aroused. He narrowed his eyes at her slowly as his smile broadened, and
Rukia gasped as she sensed his intentions, letting his hand go quickly.

“Oh no,” Rukia warned him as she backed
away. “None of that. At the rate we're going,
we won't attend school for the rest of the year!”

“And what's so bad about that?” Ichigo
replied with a laugh.

“Ichigo…” Rukia whined.

“Alright, alright… I'll go home and take a
shower.” Ichigo told her as he began to look for his clothes.

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As Rukia walked down the hallway that led
to her final class, she couldn't understand why she felt so… awkward. She had
to admit; she did feel different. It wasn't a horrible feeling; she felt
elated but also uneasy about last night's events, but she pondered if she
should experience this much euphoria sleeping with Ichigo for the first time;
it didn't seem possible.

She hadn't seen him arrive at school
today, since she came in after lunch. She knew Ichigo was waiting for her
in that final class, sitting in his assigned seat that was right next to hers.
As Rukia sat in her pervious class, she found herself distracted with her
thoughts, carrying her away to those hot, intense, moments that she shared with
Ichigo. She began to remember in every detail how his naked body looked, how
his kisses tasted and how his skin felt next to hers. Then her thoughts
drifted to the more intimate details, like when he was inside her, the way his
face looked in total ecstasy, and how hard and urgent his strokes were as they
awakened places in her that she hadn’t even known existed.

And his tongue! His marvelous, wonderful,
skillful, and very long tongue seemed to have a life of its own as he
devoured her, giving her orgasms that made her violently explode. She felt like a kid in a candy store as she
pleaded with him to do it again and again, and he feverishly obliged.
Rukia was surprised that Ichigo was such a natural lover; having such natural
talent purpose for killing hollows and fucking like a god.

But how did he learn all that? Rukia's conscience whispered in her ear.
Rukia stopped walking, gripping her books tightly against herself. Yeah…
how did he become so skilled?

Okay, so he's no virgin… but how many
women has he slept with? And the same things he did to me… did he that to
them too? Rukia’s mind was
suddenly whirling with these paranoid questions, making her body tremble with a
fit of jealous rage.

“Rukia, come on or you'll be late,”
Orihime told her as she ran past her in the hallway. Ishida was right
behind her as always, giving her a hard stare as he walked past her. “The bell
is about to ring!”

Coming out of her deep thoughts, Rukia
blinked and her feet began to move again, making slow unsteady steps towards
the classroom door.

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His damn leg wouldn't stop shaking.

Never in Ichigo's life had he felt this
thrilled about coming to school. Never in a million years did he think
that watching the raven haired girl walk into the classroom would make his
chest tighten with so much happiness that he thought his heart was going to
simply pop with joy.

Ichigo never thought he could love someone
as much as he loved Rukia.

He kept his eyes on her, watching her walk
in slowly, but oddly, to her desk. Ichigo swallowed hard, tearing his
eyes away from her as he looked straight ahead. He remembered that she
wanted to keep their recent union a secret for now, and his gawking would definitely
give something away. His palms began to sweat and other leg joined in
with its twin as they nervously fretted under his desk. Rukia sat down and
he could smell her immediately - her scent was one thing that instantly made
him recall all the things they did the previous night.

She smelled like lavender and jasmine. She
tasted like apple candy and her skin felt like soft like rose petals.
Ichigo smiled slowly, recalling how she had responded to his kisses, how her
body shook violently against his when he took her and how she went wild when he
had used his mouth. He had never been with someone that was so vocal.
And she was always so wet and ready…

Ichigo gave her another glance, swallowing
nervously. Calm down Ichigo, he told himself. He could feel his
heart thundering against his chest when she suddenly looked his direction;
their gazes locking instantly with one another. Heat rose to his cheeks,
and he sheepishly gave her a small grin. Rukia smiled quickly, her head
whipping forward to the front of class. Normally he would have been
disappointed in her gesture. But when he saw her flushed cheeks for that
mere second he knew she was just as engrossed into him as he was into
her.

He's probably fucked a lot of girls, Rukia fumed silently as she tapped her pencil on
her desk. Probably every girl in this class -
including Orihime. Definitely
Orihime. Rukia looked over at the girl in question, who was
whispering to Ishida at the time. She glanced over at Rukia, giving her a
bubbly smile as she continued to quietly chat with her boyfriend. Rukia
narrowed her eyes. Oh yeah, he's fucked her.

Rukia jumped when the school bell rang,
drawing her out of her obsessed thoughts. Everyone began to gather their
books, heading for the door as the teacher yelled for them to finish the
assignment for homework that evening. Rukia remained in her seat along
with Ichigo as the others left. Rukia frowned as Ishida stared at her
while he walked out; his judgmental gaze lingered a bit longer than usual.

Once the classroom had emptied, Ichigo
stood, gathering his books and placing them into his tote. Throwing it
over his shoulder, he turned and stood in front of his desk, staring at
Rukia. She could feel his gaze on her, burning her… seeking her out.
Rukia finally stood, and raised her eyes up to meet his. It felt like she was
struck by lighting just staring at him. They stood there mutely, and
Rukia couldn't help but wonder why he wore such a goofy grin.

“Oi,” Ichigo managed to say at last, his eyes
gleaming with joy.

“Yeah,” Rukia replied slowly with a smirk.

“Can I walk you home?” Ichigo asked
her softly.

“Ichigo… don't you always walk me
home?” Rukia told him irritably.

“Oh yeah… but I just wanted to ask, you
know - since you wanted to… you know.” Ichigo sputtered out
miserably.

“Yeah.” Rukia sighed. “It's okay, you can walk me
home.”

Ichigo's smiled broadened, and as he took
her books out her hand as he happily gushed, “Great!”

“You walk me home and then you go home too,
alright?” Rukia added sternly and she watched how his expression dropped.

Giving a slight scowl, Ichigo could only
mutter, “Great.”

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She couldn't imagine sex being preformed this
way.

Rukia let out a hoarse yell as she
convulsed, her body trembling with pleasure as Ichigo pummeled her into her
fourth and powerful release. Her head was whirling; she had no idea what
he intended to do when he placed her into this strange position. Before she
could make any objection he entered her swiftly, making her eyes well up with
tears as her body grew accustomed to his enormous size and ferocity.

Rukia was still a novice when it came down
to the sex business; only familiar with the man-on-top position. Being
taken like this was… was… enthralling. She felt like she was being
ravaged. He was rough and deliciously relentless; the angle and depth was
driving her wild as she began to push her behind against him feverishly.

He collapsed on her back, sweaty and
exhausted as he exploded deep within her depths. Ichigo's let his head
rest on her back as his head stopped spinning like a top, and he suddenly
realized he was drooling on her shoulder.

“I-Ichigo…” Rukia ground out underneath
him.   “You're crushing me…”

“Gah,”
Ichigo rasped out, rolling over to his side as he slipped out of her. He
hissed; hating to leave such a wonderful place. He could live there
forever.

As Rukia began to catch her breath, she
turned her head to look at the man who was sprawled across her bed. He
was on his back, his arms tucked under his head with his eyes shut. His
once spiky, wild mane was now plastered to his forehead, wet from screwing the
hell out of her.

Yes, Rukia did tell him to go home.
Yes, Rukia did tell him to stop kissing her on her shoulders and neck… and yes,
Rukia did tell him to stop. But before she knew it, they were naked again
and Ichigo was doing all those wonderful things to her traitorous, deceitful
body… and then suddenly rolled her onto her stomach.

Placing her on her hands and knees, Ichigo
entered her from behind. This position allowed him to move deeper within
her; igniting a fire in her belly that screamed for more. They fucked for
nearly 20 minutes in that position until he threw her leg over his and slid
into her like she was the scissors and he was the paper. Rukia climaxed a
number of times, losing count long after the second one. He finished her
off by rolling her back over to her stomach again, this time pumping into her
hard and furiously. Rukia could feel the juices run down her thighs as he
urgently pounded into her. She nearly passed out when he stopped to pull
out of her only to bury his face between her thighs, lapping hungrily against
her wanton opening and then he stood, headily entering her again. Rukia
came with him inexplicably, both of them shouting and groaning breathlessly
until the pleasure ebbed.   Now as they lay there recovering, the
paranoid thoughts crept into Rukia's brain once more.

How did he learn to do all this?

“Ichigo,” Rukia called out to him softly,
her fingers twirling a loose string on the comforter.

“I'll be ready in a few minutes,” Ichigo
replied, never opening his eyes.

“No you fool… I want ask you a question.”
Rukia snapped.

“Shoot.” Ichigo sighed deeply.

“How do you know how to do all this?”
Rukia asked nervously. Ichigo opened one eye, turning his head towards
her slowly.

“Depends on what all this means,”
Ichigo answered in a gravelly voice.

Rukia paused for a moment, contemplating
her words as she began. “All this… meaning sex,
Ichigo.”

Ichigo's eyes snapped open as he
smirked. “Are you freakin' kidding me?”
Ichigo laughed. When Rukia didn't answer, it made him laugh harder.
Rukia frowned, turning over quickly at his mockery. Ichigo scooted over,
grabbing her as he turned her back over. Rukia was pinned underneath him,
but she still managed to look away from his teasing gaze. “Rukia…
alright, alright! I thought you were playing around.”

“Why would I play about something like
that?” Rukia fumed, still not looking at him.

“Gee I don't know,” Ichigo chided as he
tried to kiss her, but failed when she kept turning her face away from
his. “I've never had anyone ask me that kind of question before.
What do you want to know Rukia… how many lovers I've had? Have I done the same
things to them?”

“YES!” Rukia exclaimed, rolling her eyes
with irritation. When she heard Ichigo chortle, she tried to knee him in
his groin. Ichigo swiftly pinned her legs down, and Rukia seethed as she
looked up at him angrily. For a second, she found herself in awe with
those amber eyes that twinkled back at her; but his mockery quickly made her
regain her livid composure. Rukia struggled against him to no avail, and
she let out a small whimper of defeat. That's when she felt the heat of his
arousal awaking against her thigh.

“Keep struggling like that… it's going to
get you into some big trouble,” Ichigo breathed, his voice thick with
excitement. Heat rose to Rukia's cheeks as she heard the sound of his voice… it
dripped with lust. “I've had only two lovers… and that would include you.
And you're the only one I've ever done all these things with… including going
down on you and fucking you doggy-style.”

His answers made her relax, finding relief
in the lewd words to a certain degree. But as she remembered the entirety
of the answer, she pulled against him once more. “So who was the other
girl?”

Ichigo paused, his playful expression
leaving his face as he let Rukia out of his grasp. He rolled over and sat
up in the bed, raising his right knee up to rest on his right hand.
He stared off for a moment, taking in a deep breath as he began to mouth the
person's name, but struggled to say it. “Nako Kojima.”

Sitting beside him quietly, Rukia could
sense how mentioning the girl's name zapped the happiness out his voice.
Biting her lip, she remained silent - suddenly realizing at that moment that
she didn't want to know about the other girl. Not if it made Ichigo
depressed.

“Ichigo,” Rukia began softly, reaching out
to touch his arm. “You don't have to—”

“I gotta piss,” Ichigo spoke abruptly as
he climbed out of the bed, walking swiftly to the bathroom. He usually
kept the door open around Rukia now - but this time he shut the door quietly,
letting her know that it wasn't a good idea to follow.

Drawing her knees up, she shivered at how
Ichigo's demeanor changed at the mention of this girl's name.
“Nako,” Rukia whispered to herself, thinking of how Ichigo nearly choked on
every syllable.

The bathroom suddenly busted open, and out
emerged an even icier Ichigo. He was clearly scowling, and his relaxed
glow was gone. He walked into the bedroom, bending down as he began to
look for his clothes.

Rukia's heart sunk into her stomach when
she realized he wanted to leave. She crawled over to edge of the bed to say
something; to do anything to make him stay. “What are you doing?”

“I gotta go,” Ichigo replied flatly as he
pulled his boxers and pants on, not looking in her direction.

“But you just went to the bathroom,” Rukia
laughed slightly, trying to lighten the dark mood that now loomed over
them.

“I need to go home now,” Ichigo amended,
still not looking her direction as he found his shirt, slipping it on
quickly.

The tension steeled around Rukia's belly
as she noticed him picking up the pace to get dressed, and she leapt out of the
bed, rushing over to his side. Pulling on his arm, she spun him around,
looking into his expressionless face. “Ichigo… I'm sorry about bringing
this all up. Just don't leave here like this.”

Swallowing hard, his eyes looked away from
her. “I'm cool Rukia, really I am… I got to get that room cleaned… and I
have some school work to catch up on… I just don't feel like - I just need to
be by myself for now. Okay?”

Rukia's heart pained at his words, and she
shook her head numbly as he broke from her grasp, turning around to sit down on
the bed as he picked up his shoes. Rukia still stood there; silently
watching him as he put his shoes on. Ichigo sat up straight, sighing
deeply as he smacked his hand on his knees. He stood and walked over to
Rukia, only stopping a foot in front of her. He stretched his head, and
tried his best to put on a smile. He stepped in closer to her, closing
the gap between them as he leaned down, giving her a very chaste kiss on the
lips.

“I'll see you tomorrow.” Ichigo
spoke against her lips, and he turned quickly to leave.   He never
looked back at her as he walked out, and he could hear Rukia let out a soft sob
as the door shut behind him.

He forced himself not to go back.

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He sat on the steps of the school, resting
his elbows on his knees as he clasped a single red rose in his hands. It was a
nice day- the balmy temperature was a pleasurable change instead of the crispy and
cool days that early April usually brought.

He missed school today. He just
wasn't up to going. His father caught him sneaking downstairs for a
snack, and he was immediately lectured on being responsible and how this would
hurt his chances being accepted into a good college. Ichigo stood there
and took the scolding- he’d rather face this instead of being questioned about
his past… namely Nako.

The mention of Nako placed a grey cloud
over Ichigo's blissful high he as having with Rukia. It overshadowed
every emotion he felt. But he had to explain himself; he owed Ruika that in the blatant way he walked out last
night.

It just annoyed Ichigo that Rukia wanted
to question him about his abilities in the bedroom. He wasn't asking her
how many guys she'd banged! The number of women he had been with was
minimal, but he was always a natural learner. And with the aid of
watching a few pornographic videos his friend Keigo lent him, he was given the
edge and creativity. The sex is good and she still wants to ask
questions, Ichigo laughed to himself. Women are never satisfied in
their quest for knowledge.

Ichigo heard the school bell ring and it
wasn't but a few seconds later when several students began to hastily exit the
building as they made their ways home. Ichigo stood, his eyes nervously
seeking out his little death-god. When the last few students walked out,
Ichigo's heart sunk with disappointment. He was worried that he had
overlooked her among the crowd of faces, or that she saw him and made a tactful
retreat instead of having a confrontation. Just as he was about to turn
and dejectedly walk away, he saw her emerge from the double doors, her school
books clutched tightly against her chest as she blew of strand of hair out of
her face.

In that very moment, Ichigo's heart leapt
with a sort of happiness he only felt when he used to see his mother. It
was comforting to feel it again, especially with Rukia.

Rukia looked preoccupied with her thoughts
as she walked down the steps, not even noticing Ichigo standing at the bottom
as he smiled at her sheepishly. Suddenly, her eyes drifted up to his
handsome face, and a look of surprise, anger, and joy washed over her features
all at once. She stopped two steps from the bottom of the stairs, giving
her the advantage of height for the moment. Holding her books closer to
her, Rukia suddenly realized that her heart was thundering against her sternum;
the sound echoed in her ears as she watched him move closer to the stairs'
edge. She wanted to call out to him. She wanted to smile, laugh,
and cry… to run down those steps and hold him close, take in his masculine
scent, and run her fingers through his soft hair. But her emotions were
quickly swept over into her anger, making her belly burn and her throat raw as
she wanted curses to spew from her lips, to throw her books against his head
and kick him in the shin. So Rukia chose to remain silent; to observe him
from this distance and see where her emotions would lead her.

Rukia gasped when she saw the rose in his
hand. He held it out to her timidly, his head lowered as he shuffled his
feet. He raised his head up slightly to gaze at her and hunched his
shoulders as he guiltily muttered, “I'm sorry.”

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“We met while I was in Junior High,”
Ichigo began; his tone dead and void of emotion. They were sitting on the grass
in the park near his house. They had walked silently to this location; this
being the one of the places they could discuss things of importance. “She
had a… reputation, if you know what I mean. Every guy in our class
wanted her, and I guess I did too.”

Rukia steadied her breathing as she felt
her stomach clench with horrid disgust. She couldn't believe that Ichigo
had pined for someone once… it didn't seem like something the Ichigo she knew would ever do.

“At the end of my Junior High school year,
Nako finally noticed me. Me! Of all the guys… she wanted me.
I felt like I won the lottery. At first, to my surprise, she didn't act
like she was the loose girl everyone talked about… we would talk on the phone
for hours, go to the park and sit by the pond feeding the ducks… we spent a lot
of time together just being you know… girlfriend and boyfriend.

“Then, two weeks before we were expected
to return to school, Nako told me she was moving away. I was so sad… I
had become so attached to her that I didn't know what to do with myself.
So that's when she suggested that since she was moving away, it would be great
if we could… do it. It would be our final pledge of love to each other… she
made it sound so spiritual.    I was scared; I hadn't been with
anyone before and I wasn't sure I could please her… but she eased my fears and
led me through it. God - I felt like such a failure! I was unsure
of myself and I felt so clumsy… but she was very grateful. She told me
she enjoyed herself and right then I knew - I knew I felt something for
Nako. It wasn't love - I realize that now… but it was something that made
my heart… ache.”

Ichigo swallowed thickly, shaking his head
as he furrowed his brows. “Then one day I went to visit Nako at her
house. I walked in on her screwing two guys at the same time - right in the
middle of her parent's living room. I was devastated. I remember
puking my guts out on her front lawn, running all the way home, my vision
blurred from crying and shit - I never saw or heard from her again. So…”
Ichigo paused as he glanced over at Rukia's shocked gaze. “I gave up on
this sort of thing… you know, falling in love, getting close to anyone… until
now, of course. I kinda repressed those bad memories and went on with my
life. It's just something I don't like to revisit.”

“I'm sorry,” Rukia choked out a soft sob
as she covered her mouth. “If I knew how this girl treated you, I would
have never—”

“How could you know, huh?” Ichigo
interjected with a scoff. “It is what it is. It was Nako's
nature to be that way… like they say, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a
duck, well hell… then it's a duck.” Ichigo reached out, embracing Rukia
tightly. “Come on now… no need to cry for me. It was the past. But
Rukia… you're my future.”

Rukia gasped, looking up at Ichigo's
handsome face, happy to see that his warm smile had returned. Her heart
fluttered with that warmth, and it spread all over her like a warm
blanket. She hugged him back, sniffing against his shoulder as she wiped
a tear away from her face. She pulled back, a hand caressing his strong
jaw as she gazed up at him.

“Ichigo… I want everyone to know you're my
boyfriend now.” Rukia told him happily.

Ichigo's smiled widened, as he pulled her
tighter against him. “You mean that, Rukia?”

“Absolutely,” Rukia replied as she gave
him a kiss. “I want everyone to know about the guy I love!”

“And I want everyone to know about the
girl I love too, as corny as that sounds.” Ichigo laughed, rubbing his nose
against hers. “I do love you Rukia… very much.”

“I know, Ichigo…” Rukia mumbled as she
crawled into his lap, throwing her hands around his broad shoulders. Her body
was flushed against his; heating all the wonderful spots on her body that she
knew only he could awaken. “I know.”

:: The End ::

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