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A Night of Many Sins

The sky was dark and velvety, covered by a blanket of glittery stars. Half of the moon peekedthrough the dark clouds; a crescent glowing with a soft sense of peace. But there was no peace in

his heart nor in his soul.

Instead there was confusion, turmoil, and traces of regret.

He caught her wrist, so she could not run again. His body trembled, but he kept his grip strong.

"Ichigo, stop."

His hazel eyes met her wide, violet orbs. She was trying to hide her fear, trying to hide her every

emotion from him, but her efforts were useless. Instead, with newfound courage, her right leg

moved closer to him and her chin jutted upwards, giving him her full attention.

She barely whispered, "Stop."

His body moved on a will of its own. The petiteshinigami shivered when his nose grazed her

cheek, his lips hovering over hers. The heat of his mouth made her hand grip the folds of his

shinigami robes, his breath tickling her face.

"I want to stop," he said, and his voice almost broke. "Rukia" The look on his face concernedher, but she could not do anything else. "I want to stop. How do I stop?" Desperation lingered in

his tone and the pounding in his temples grew louder. "Tell me, Rukia, how do I stop looking at

you like that?" He swallowed loud enough for her to hear.

She had to remind him.

"You have a wife!" Rukia said, almost shouting.

"I know!" His grip tightened. "I know." Then his eyes softened. "And I should be looking at herlike that notyou."

She nodded and her frown sharpened. "So let me go, Ichigo." But he did not listen. Her lidsslipped down halfway, slowly, as the softness of his lip touched hers. Her sudden calm was

almost like an invitation.

Then their eyes met in silence.

And they asked each other, wordlessly, "What if?"

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Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Kubo Tite does.


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Summary: Orihime and Renji both got what they wanted what they loved. After many, many

years, their partners meet again and Ichigo and Rukia wonder if they made a big mistake.

[IchiRuki]

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Author'sNote: If you know me well, you would know that I love Ichigo with Rukia, I just simply

love Rukia andRukia Inoue.

This is just an experimental thought of our mistakes and our wants what happens when we

follow the rules versus following our hearts and if we had a second chance, what we do?

Also, this is broken to two parts since it's over 7500 words.

Special Thanks to akiqueenand Crimson Sakura Princess for beta-reading. You guys areawesome.

And remember to review; your words are my fuel to write more IchiRuki stories!

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part one of two

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I didn't mean to look at you like that

But I can't tear my eyes away from you

And I know it's wrong

Because you're not my wife

But you're my soul mate

So can we pretend,

For tonight,

That this is okay?

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The Day You Left

Ichigo remembered the first time he saw her. It was a sunny day outside and he was walking onthe streets, holding his school bag carelessly over his shoulder. There were a lot of people,

businessmen and the like bustling about, hurrying to get home.

Then the hollow came, howling.

Not much has changed.

Just like that fateful day, it was a sunny day but instead of the grey school uniform, Ichigo wasapparelled in a black suit; he became one of those businessmen. And instead of the school bag, it

was replaced with a briefcase, and that too was held over his shoulder. On top of this, that look

of indifference he had since adolescence was still there etched on his face.

And suddenly, like all of those years before, the hollow appeared, howling.

Normally, there was ashinigami around to take care of the hollows. Ichigo hardly ever had to

change into hisshinigami form, but if he could feel a hollow linger for more than ten minutes,

Ichigo would follow and see what the problem was.

Today was a different kind of day, though. Theshinigami, like he predicted, came, and it was

like that very first day. Today, like the first time he saw her as she glided in the air with herzanpakutou in hand. The petite woman destroyed the being effortlessly,gracefully, and she

returned her sword into its sheath.

His lips parted, stature frozen.

It had been nine years.

"Oi," he said, like the first time she saw her. He moved closer to soul reaper with his handforward, as if to touch her before she faded away.

This time, she did not walk away. This time, she turned to him and flashed a brief, small smile.

At the same time, another human woman cocked her head in his direction, as if wondering whythis young man was suddenly talking to himself. Maybe he was a crazy person.

"Maybe I am," Ichigo told himself when she did not say anything to him. Maybe, she wasn't real.

And then that moment ofwhen she left him flashed through his mind. That night was a dark,

bleak night. He remembered that she looked upwards towards the boundaries of the earth and the

heavens in an inspecting manner. Perhaps, on that night, she was questioning fate.

Ichigo remembered being apprehensive, a little worried, but chose not to say anything.


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And the petiteshinigami said those words: "Live a long and happy life. Goodbye, Ichigo."She

had truly meant every single word. Like she would never see him again.

His intuition was correct. She ran away, back to Soul Society. And she was gone for nine years.

But today, she was before him. And for some reason Ichigo told himself, he would notlet her go.

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When You Noticed Me

Her name was Kurosaki Orihime. She was a bright person, although it was not always apparent.

And she was in love with him, her husband, all throughout high school.

When Ichigo found out, he was baffled. Why? What made him special? Why did she love him, of

all people?

He had to be honest. At first he did not have romantic feelings for her, but, persuaded by his

peers, he went on a date with her.

And the next thing he knew, they were hailed the cutest couple by their friends.

Orihime looked at her modest-sized, diamond ring and smiled to herself. Her heart fluttered

whenever she thought of him, her prince. Her warrior.

It took him more than a few years to pop the question: Orihime, would you be my wife?

Of course she said yes, in her high pitched voice, and she ran straight into his arms. Their lipsmet with such certainty and the daydreams of happily ever played in her mind.

After a year, they were married.

And it was almost one month to their two-year anniversary.

Orihime stood up straight, examining herself in the mirror. She wore a summer's dress with adeep neck to show off her endowed breasts. She knew Ichigo loved her twins, with the way he

fondled them and how he Her thoughts ended abruptly as she felt her face turn hot.

Then, her eyes focussed to the pearl necklace lining her neck. Ichigo had given it to her for herbirthday, but she had an inkling Tatsuki told him about it since Ichigo wasn't the most thoughtful

person about these girly things.

Suddenly, Orihime's body jumped upon hearing the sound of the door open. Almost bouncing

down the stairs, she greeted her husband with a simple kiss on the cheek and collected his bag.

Normally, he was tired (though he tried to be cheery for her) and liked to rest on the couch. Butfor some reason, today he seemed to have a little kick - a little spark - in him.


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"How was work today?" Orihime asked. When she turned away, her long, golden-orange hair

flung across her shoulders as she put away his things.

"Work was okay. Mmm, same boring stuff." He rounded to the television and pressed various

buttons before sighing.

Orihime's ears perked at his sign of worriment. Before she could ask him what the matter was, he

said to her, "I saw Rukia today." And there was a wide smirk on his face.

In response to this bit of news, her mouth parted and grey eyes widened subtly. "Oh, really?

Where?"

"When I was walking home today. She killed this hollow that randomly appeared," Ichigo

paused, rubbing his face as the smirk softened to a grin, "and she hit me." He chuckled a little;

the orange-haired man was unaware of his wife's previous jealousy for the petiteshinigami andalso seemed unaware of the fact that his wife wore a revealing dress.

But whatever ill-feelings Orihime may have had did not show on her face or in her bodyexpression at all. "You should have invited her over for dinner."

One side of his lip lifted in some deep thought before he replied, "She had to attend to other

matters." Then his eyes rolled upwards.

Orihime nodded, turning back to her husband. Her little diamond ring sparkled under the soft

beam of sunlight as she smiled and announced dinner.

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A Simple Boast

Her blade elegantly slashed through the gruesome hollow and together they watched as itsremains scattered upwards towards heavenor rather hell. Or wherever the being was destined

to go.

"You know, I can handle mere hollows on my own." It was another sunlit afternoon. As the

breeze came, her dark robes danced over her polished skin with the wind. And even today, her

skin still had that moonlight glow.

He scoffed. "Yeah, well, it doesn't hurt to watch." Ichigo leaned against the tree with his bagresting behind his head. "You know, just in case something happens and I have to step in."

Rukia sheathed her sword, an amused expression upon her usually stoic face. "I see you're

stillarrogant?"

He shrugged slightly, his attention briefly diverted to the blue summer sky. "I wouldn't say

arrogant. It's just a fact."


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A funny sound was caught in her throat, as though she were restraining herself from laughing.

"Or a simple boast."

Ichigo ignored her comment, watching her again when she crossed her arms under her breasts.

This was one of her signature stances, he remembered. "So, I guess I'm lucky to see the great

Kuchiki Rukia twice in one week." Because, as he reminded himself, the last time he saw herwas nearly nine years ago.

"The last designated soul reaper for this city applied for additional training, so I took over untilhe comes back." Her words were clear and her tone was professional, yet there was a slight curve

on her lips.

He exhaled, loud enough for her to hear. "I could have just done it."

A shoulder lifted, and then fell; a simple shrug. "Yeah, I guess you could have." The sun beatdown upon them, illuminating his hair like a halo and his skin like an angel. When she realized

she could not tear her eyes away, she said, "But I guess they did not want to bother you. Youhave to live your life."

How many times have he heard that line? He seemed to have ignored her words when he

suddenly asked, "Do you have to go back now?"

Rukia did not answer right away.

"Orihime wanted to invite you for dinner."

Her eyes widened gratefully, but it took her a moment to come to a decision. "I'll have to take a

rain check, Ichigo. I need to do some stuff."

His hazel eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What kind of stuff?" The orange-haired young man

moved towards her, closing the space between them. And like all the other times, she was not

intimidated by him and she held her ground.

She was vague in her answer. "Matters that does not concern you." Her voice raised slightly, a

trait that occurred whenever a fight was close. But, as quickly as she became passionate, sheremembered his question and her eyes lowered. "Ichigo, another time, okay?"

His chin jutted upwards as he glared down at her. "So that means you'll be back?"

Rukia nodded in assurance. "I'll be around." She smiled.

But both soul reaper and human male continued to linger in the park for a short while longer,

until it was twilight and they knew it was time depart.

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I Want to Know

Many years ago she asked him, "Who was your first kiss?"

He wanted to lie to her. He should lie to her. But he didn't. "Rukia."

Orihime was quiet. She opened her mouth to ask him more, but she couldn't, fearing the words

that he'd say.

But Ichigo wiped her worry away with a caress and kissed his fiance.

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A Memory that Stayed Fresh

They were comfortable in their silence, but she broke it with an obvious thought. "You know,

you're human."

Ichigo looked at her like she was stupid. "And you're not?"

Rukia returned the same look. "I'm not. I'm ashinigami."

"So tell me that being a shinigami makes you devoid ofwants orneeds."

Rukia didn't look at him. "But we should know better."

The temporary soul-reaper made a sound with his teeth. "You're not perfect. Humans and soul

reapers are not perfect. And yeah, some mistakes should never be made, but"

"Stop." Her terse interruption made him grab her arm. Normally, he would be hesitant to commit

such an act, but it was an impulse that he could not stop.

"Don't tell me you think you are as perfect as the whitest snow, Rukia!" His hazel eyes steeled

with a furious passion, and before she could answer, he let go roughly. Ichigo turned away so she

could not see how contorted his features had become.

Another round of silence followed, but this time it was not comfortable. Then came the moment

when Ichigo felt alone, and he was not surprised that Rukia was gone.

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The Girl of My Dreams

He had always loved her. She looked delicate, soft, and weak, but she was one of the strongest

people he knew. Ever since their days in Rukongai, when they caught fish or just hung around,

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Renji smiled to himself as he crossed his arms over his chest. His red hair glowed against the

yellow sunlight and its warmth elevated his fuzzy feelings.

He was finally going to marry the girl of his dreams.

What he worked hard for so many years would finally pay off.

His smile broadened even more.

"What's that goofy look for?" he heard Ikkaku comment as the bald man approached. He palmed

his bare forehead as if suddenly remembering. "Right Kuchiki Rukia."

Renji almost scowled at him.

"What?" Ikkaku teased, sensing Renji's mood. "I didn't say anything wrong, did I?"

Renji gave him his full attention and waved a hand in the air. "You're right. I've justbeenthinking."

A thin eyebrow rose. "Hm?"

"I hope she is happy."

Silence fell over the two men, until Renji broke it. "I've done everything that I could to make herhappy." He almost laughed a little, his fingers scratching at his scalp a bit. "I don't know why I'm

even thinking about this."

Ikkaku frowned at the tattooed man. "What makes you think she's not?" When Renji shrugged,Ikkaku elaborated. "I mean, I've noticed she smiles whenever she sees you"

"Yeah, but is that enough?" Something in his dark eyes hardened. It was almost sad. "What if

she's compromising?"

Ikakku looked confused. "Compromising what?"

His frown deepened. "What if she's doing this to make me happy?"

The bald man's head shined when he rolled his eyes. "You're thinking way too much. Hey, I have

an idea." His mouth curved up in a competitive grin. "How about we fight or somethin'? It'll takeyour mind off your stupid thinking."

Abarai welcomed the distraction, but sometimes he just could not help thinking. It was hard,especially when he knew shesometimes dreamt about a certain orange-haired boy.

Because wasn't he, Abarai Renji, supposed to be the man of her dreams?


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First Kiss

It was an accident. He swore it was. Over and over again.

He looked over at his tiny friend. His body stiffened, ready for a punch or blow or something!

But the only thing she did was to look at him, especially his lips. Her hand was still over her

mouth and her cheeks held a rosy blush.

Just moments earlier, during one of their fightshe can't remember about what anymorehe

almost cornered her to the wall. Their faces were inches apart. She was yelling about him being a

moron and the next thing Ichigo knew, his mouth crashed against hers.

His eyes slipped close in that moment. Her lips were soft. And at first, those lips were

unresponsive as her whole body stiffened from shock. But then she kissed him back. She tastedhim. He was of wild berries; not quite strawberries, but something more masculine, something

that reminded her of power. She tasted him until the berries showed her the hungry pool of want

and need, and Rukia reached out to him. She held onto his tight t-shirt, afraid of drowning alone.He caught her, sensing her urgency, and their bodies melded together in a brief, eloquent kiss.

The pair only pulled apart when they needed air. And then they realized what they had done.

Ichigo did not say anything at first. Instead, he just stared at Rukia. A feeling of awkwardness

and tension took over.

"I'm sorry, Rukia. It was an accident." He hardly ever apologized, but he was afraid she wouldkick the crap out of him.

Because how did I just fall and kiss her?

Rukia did not say anything, but only stared back at him. He could not tell if she was thinking of

ways to kill him, or if she was truly shocked. In reality, it was neither. She knew what she did,what had happened, and all she could say to herself was, "Oh my goodness."

But was I truly sorry?

It was like some demented form of gravity that irresistibly pulled them together.

Her hand touched her lips and her weight shifted on her legs.

"Rukia?"

Then, her hand dropped and a small, almost devious, smile graced her face. "Yeah, it's okay." Itwas nice, but "Just don't let it happen again."


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Ichigo resisted an exaggerated gulp, but as quickly as that moment of tension came, it dissipated

and they were distracted by other things.

This memory was from a time years and years and years ago. And yet, after these nine years,

they still remembered that kiss.

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When I look at the Rain

When she looked at the rain, she always thought of him. He used to have this sadness about himthat made her heart ache. Even now, when he looked at her, sometimes she would still see that

sadness, and Mrs. Kurosaki wondered if she had made a mistake.

But she loved him. She gave him her time. She gave him her heart. She gave him everything that

she could. That should matter.

It does matter, Orihime. It does.

She would tell herself in those weakest moments that Ichigo wasn't made of steel; he had

emotions and he was the kind of guy who didn't like to talk about it. He preferred to just man-up

and do whatever his obligation was to keep everyone safe and happy.

That was his thing. He knew his obligations.But was it an obligation to be with me? she

wondered once.

Then twice.

Then again on this night of rain.

The phone rang and she jumped. The full-chested woman placed her mug on the table andquickly, she answered the phone. "Hello, Kurosaki residence."

"Hey, Orihime." It was him. Ichigo. "I'm going to be late. The weather is bad here, so I think I'll

wait for it to calm down."

She nodded, clutching onto the phone. "Okay." There was much static as thick as her worry. The

young woman hardly heard him say goodbye when the phone cut off.

Orihime sighed and sat down in her chair, comfortable. Hot steam was still escaping her mug

when she picked it up again and pressed the rim to her lips. As Orihime took a sip, she looked at

the rain and examined her life.

And in reliving her darkest moment of when her brother passed away, she felt her relentless

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Because she remembered that the night before her wedding, it had been raining badly. And he

had wanted to call off the weddingdue to cold feet, Ichigo had said.

Was it the maddening tears streaming down her face, the red in her eyes and the black mascara

staining her cheeks that made him stay?

Did he really stay just to make her happy?

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I Don't Want to Know

In the darkest hour of the night, when he was alone, Renji imagined the day when he could have

her beside him. Rukia.

The best memories of her would fill his head like a fog. The taste of her lips. Her sweet scent.

Her soft skin... He smiled to himself. He was a happy man.

He loved the way she kissed him. She could read him well and she knew when to give and whento take. The gentle noises she made, too

Renji's face went as red as his hair upon a sexy memory.

But then he wondered to himself why was she so good at this? The kissing? The touching?

He shook his head. Who?

Something clamped into his heart.

But did he really want to know who took Rukia's first kiss? Had she done any more? Was shestill a virgin?

Renji believed she was, but he had a strong feeling he wasn't her first kiss.

There was a name that lingered in his head, but that couldn't be it. Renji shook his head.

He just didn't want to know.

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When I'm Not Awake

Before Ichigo ever saw her again, he would sometimes dream about her. He remembered theones about reuniting with Rukia, whether in Soul Society or here on Earth.


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Usually, the dream would take place at least ten years since they last spoke. She would ask him,

"How old are you now?"

And their meeting place would be the cemetery, or worse, where his mother died.

He answered, but he never really heard his age. Ichigo's feet shifted uncomfortably, but heremembered that he could not tear his eyes away from her. She looked the same. Dark, raven hair

that fell above her shoulders. Deep, violet eyes. Beautiful moonlight skin.

Her smile faltered at their awkwardness. "You look good." She pointed to his suit.

He nodded, running his fingers through his orange hair. "Thanks." When her fingers fell to her

side, a breeze passed by. Her black robes ruffled in the wind, her hair tickling her neck. There

were at least seven steps between them, but they made no effort to shorten the distance.

It was almost like they were afraid.

"How are thingsbackthere?" Ichigo finally asked.

Back there meant Soul Society. "Good, I guess. Nothing too exciting."

Another awkward pause. "Really? No threats?"

She shook her head, frowning.

"So then, what are you doing here?" His voice sounded more deeper than he was used to.

Whatever she said did not make any sense to him, but he remembered something about hermissing him. That made his heart dance.

The sun beat down upon them, obscuring Ichigo's vision. He blinked, and Rukia realized she

could tear her eyes away. Finally, she said, "It was nice seeing you again, Ichigo."

He nodded. "Yeah. Same." He knew that she had forced a smile on her lips and then she would

fade away.

Whatever they talked about was insignificant. But the one important factor - the one constant

was that they couldn't stop looking at each other. And, like always, she left him.

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Challenge Me

Ichigo had a secret. It wasn't a sexy kind of secret or a murder-esque type either. But it was asecret that would leave people looking at him in shock and even suggest that he see a

psychiatrist.


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So, you ready for it?

The secret was he sometimes purposefully tried to piss off his wife.

There. That was it.

But to Ichigo's defense, he just wanted to see that spark in her. A flame. A passion.

The kind of passion that had embers glowing in her eyes and heat radiating from her flesh. The

kind of passion that threatened him and made his heart beat faster. The intense, scary kind of

passion.

Sometimes, he would say stupid things to start a fight, but she was just too niceso nice that it

made him feel guilty. Sometimes, he'd say irrational things, but she never disagreed with him, orput him in his place. Okay, maybe a few times she didtell him his faults, but she did it nicely, as

she was too nice.

And sometimes, he would not do what she asked for the sake of getting her to yell at him

(because, oddly, sometimes he missed that). Yet still, she would not yell. If he forgot to take out

the garbage, she would fold her hands over her apron and ask him again, "Ichigo-kun, can youplease take out the trash?"

He would then feel too guilty not too. He could never be that mean or that rude to her

Then, over time, he just gave up in trying to provoke Orihime. He would never take his trifling

too far, but he needed some conflict. Conflict, to a point, was fun and added some flame to arelationship. Thinking about it more carefully, he supposed Orihime did have passion in the

bedroom, but he would like a little more assertiveness elsewhere.

A little challenge.

He shouldn't be complaining, though. Orihime did everything for him that she could. She was a

very good wife and she was a very good person. He was lucky to have her.

Then why did Ichigo wake up today and think that his life was monotonous? He squinted in

thought and swore that once upon a time, it wasn't. It was not when that littleshinigami came

and changed his world.

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Time is Up

She smiled when she saw him, but it wasn't the full smile as he'd hoped to see.

"How is it going there?" Renji asked his fiance through her cell-phone.


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A corner of her lip rose a bit higher than the other. "Well, good. Nothing seems to be out of the

ordinary here."

"Did you say 'Hi' to Kurosaki and the gang there?"

She nodded. "I only saw Ichigo a few times; I haven't really seen the rest of them. He spoke ofsome kind of reunion, though."

Renji nodded slowly. "I see." Then his smile softened. "I miss you."

She replied with a nod and her smile widened a bit. "It's almost time for me to come home."

But she never said the words that he wanted to hear.

I miss you too.

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Leave Me a Good Memory

He stood before his mother's grave in silence. The moon was high, casting an eerie gloom. Therewas a storm in his heart and for once, he wished for it to rain.

She left him. Again.

He was coming onto her too strong. "What's wrong with you, Kurosaki?" he asked himself out

loud.

There was no answer.

He sighed loudly, turning to walk away. Shoving his hands in his pockets, his head hung. "But Iguess it was for the bestwhat was I doing?" He scratched his head this time as he exited the

grave site, but then suddenly stiffened when he felt her presence. Ichigo focussed on her spirit,but he made no move to meet her. Instead, the man felt her come and he watched her emerge

through the dark trees.

"I'm glad you realize how wrong this is," she stated. Her arms crossed over her chest. It was the

sixth time she saw him since her return.

"You came back?"

Rukia didn't look at him. "I came to say a proper goodbye."

And, for some reason, those words were like a knife stabbed hard into his chest.

Ichigo blinked at her, suddenly looking old and tired. "It might have been easier not to."


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"Since when was I a coward?" This time, her eyes flicked to his, and judging by his silence, she

knew what he was thinking. She was definitely not a coward.

He scratched his head again, looking away from her. "I guess this is goodbye again. So, I'll see

you sometime in Soul Society?" The orange-haired man almost choked on his words.

Rukia nodded and for one moment, all become still. There was no breeze, no sound but their

hearts beating and an air thick oflonging.

"Can I have" But his lips pursed before he said anything forbidden.

Rukia just stared at him in silence. She knew what he meant to ask: Can he have a hug? A kiss?

A friend? Time? Me?

Confusion, turmoil, and traces of regret thick in the air. She almost turned to run, but he caught

her wrist so she could not run again. His body trembled, but he kept his grip strong.

"Ichigo, stop."

His hazel eyes met her wide, violet orbs. She was trying to hide her fear, trying to hide her every

emotion from him, but her efforts were useless. Instead, with newfound courage, her right leg

moved closer to him and her chin jutted upwards, giving him her full attention.

She barely whispered, "Stop."

His body moved on a will of its own. The petiteshinigami shivered when his nose grazed her

cheek, his lips hovering over hers. The heat of his mouth made her hand grip the folds of his

shinigami robes, his breath tickling her face.

"I want to stop," he said, and his voice almost broke. "Rukia" The look on his face concerned

her, but she could not do anything else. "I want to stop. How do I stop?" Desperation lingered inhis tone and the pounding in his temples grew louder. "Tell me, Rukia, how do I stop looking at

you like that?" He swallowed loud enough for her to hear.

She had to remind him.

"You have a wife!" Rukia said, almost shouting.

"I know!" His grip tightened. "I know." Then his eyes softened. "And I should be looking at herlike that notyou."

She nodded and her frown sharpened. "So let me go, Ichigo." But he did not listen. Her lids

slipped down halfway, slowly, as the softness of his lip touched hers. Her sudden calm wasalmost like an invitation.

Then their eyes met silence.


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Butthere was nothing wrong kissing a friend goodbye

She looked up at him, and her hands hesitantly gripped his shirt while his hands cupped her face.Her fingers curled tighter as the pad of his thumb caressed her small, pretty lips. That "what if"

question crossed both of their minds again.

What if I was human and I stayed with you?

What if you were human and you stayed with me?

He lowered his face to hers again, his lip grazed hers, teasing even. Then, in the last moment ofstillness, they truly kissed. It was slow, soft, and unsure. Her hand trailed to his face while his

travelled to her silky hair. His fingers became lost and tangled with her strands, holding her still,

just in case she decided to run away again.

She moaned against his mouth, parting for a brief moment to breathe before joining him again.

The kiss progressed to something more; something more greedy. And somehow, one kissbecame more

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To be continued...

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Oh hohoho, hot and steamy scenes will ensue. Remember to review!

Then their eyes met silence.

Rukia nodded and her frown sharpened. "So let me go, Ichigo." But he did not listen. Her lids

slipped barely as the softness of his lip touched hers.

Butthere was nothing wrong kissing a friend goodbye

She looked up at him, and her hands hesitantly gripped his shirt while his hands cupped her face.

Her fingers curled tighter as the pad of his thumb caressed her small, pretty lips. That "what if"

question crossed both of their minds again.

What if I was human and I stayed with you?

What if you were human and you stayed with me?

He lowered his face to hers again, his lip grazed hers, teasing even. Then, in the last moment of

stillness, they truly kissed. It was slow, soft, and unsure. Her hand trailed to his face while his


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travelled to her silky hair. His fingers became lost and tangled with her strands, holding her still,

just in case she decided to run away again.

She moaned against his mouth, parting for a brief moment to breathe before joining him again.

The kiss progressed to something more; something more greedy. And somehow, one kiss

became more

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Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Kubo Tite does.

Summary: Orihime and Renji both got what they wanted what they loved. After many, many

years, their partners meet again and Ichigo and Rukia wonder if they made a big mistake.

[IchiRuki]

Author'sNote: Same stuff as I said last time. This is part two. Um, some smut-like scenes for

mature readers. Enjoy! And thank you for your reviews!

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part two of two

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I know you didn't mean to look at me like that

But you have to stop

Because I'm not your wife

You may be right though,

About me being your soul mate

I just can't stop looking at you either.

So one night, you said?

One night to pretend

that this is okay?


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Once Upon a Time

He knew she liked high places. It didn't take him long to find her sitting in one of her favourite

trees. "Oi, Rukia!" His head tilted backwards before he waved for her to come down. "Dinner isready. Yuzu is waiting."

Rukia didn't look down at him, nor she did she move.

Unfortunately for her, Ichigo didn't like being ignored. "Rukia."

Still, she didn't budge. Ichigo muttered some choice words under his breath and walked back

inside. After he finished dinner (his father and sister harassed him for not forcing Rukia to the

table), Ichigo returned to the tree. He found her in the same spot, in the same tree. She appearedlike a doll, like she wasn't human. Because it was weird for anyone to be in a position like that

for a long time and not move or change expression.

"OI, RUKIA! HELLO!"

Maybe it was him yelling that broke whatever trance she was in. "What?" And she gave him her

full attention.

"Dinner is getting cold. Go and eat. Dad and Yuzu are getting worried." Ichigo's voice held a

trace of annoyance as he jabbed a thumb towards the house.

Almost immediately Rukia moved. Her thin body slipped down the tree and her entire body

language including her expression seemed saddened. Ichigo did not comment on her unhappy

mood, and watched her trek inside the house. She didn't say anything else to him.

But the next time he saw her, she was in the tree again. Weird.

"Oi, Rukia!"

She didn't ignore him when her eyes rolled downwards. "Hmm?"

Ichigo stared at her for a moment before climbing up. Grunting, he managed to sit beside her,pushing her along the tree bark. "Is this your new clubhouse or something?"

"I was just thinking." Their eyes locked for a brief moment before she turned away.

He made a face. "About what? Something is wrong with you."


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Rukia squeezed the bark she sat on and was hesitant to say anything. But he would have to find

out sooner or later. "You know, I can't stay here forever." She glanced down at her belly for a

moment, took in a deep breath, and forced herself to look away.

Such a thought had never crossed his mind. Of course she was part of his family. But

"I don't belong on the human world. I am ashinigami. Even though I go to school and pretend

like I'm a human, I'm not." Her voice sounded strained and almost confused. But the

determination and truth in her eyes were clear. "I'm not a human." She had really thought a lotabout this, Ichigo surmised.

"So, what are you saying?"

Rukia didn't exactly spell it out to him. "I dream about you, Ichigo." Her gaze was attracted to

the sunset ahead of them. "I dream about when you saved me. About the times you were about todie. And about the time you were hurt and I couldn't help you." She had come to the startling

conclusion that she was too attached to him. Rukia did not say this out loud of course, but insteadlooked at him with her most honest expression she could conjure up. She told him, "I amobligated to go back."

Ichigo did not understand her. "You're not in some sort of trouble, are you?" He glanced at herstomach before looking back at her troubled face.

She shook her head. "I'm not in trouble with Soul Society. It's just time."

There was a long pause for a moment. "What if I don't want you to go back?" His gaze was also

caught on the sunset behind his house and he welcomed the pretty sight. It was a good distraction

for him.

And for her too. A long moment passed by, allowing his words sinking deep into Rukia's heart.

"I'll keep that in mind."

***

That night, he found her in his bed. Though she had a place in his sister's room, sometimes Rukiawould sneak back into his closet. Normally, she would sleep in there as he left everything as it

was for her but there were some nights when she would sleep in his bed.

Those nights were when she had the worst dreams or if it was raining. Tonight, it was raining.

It was strange how comfortable he had become around her. Strange how he had not a second

thought in his mind as he slipped under the covers and her little head tucked under his chin. Her

arm would encircle his waist and he would breathe in the scent of her hair. She always smelled

good. Her skin was always soft. God, these little things about her always seemed to draw hisattention, and then he would feel these things in his stomach. He tried not to think too much on

it.


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"Rukia?"

"Hmm?"

The rain beat heavily against the window with apitterpatterpitterpattersound. He took in a

deep breath and the scent of wildflower and clean sheets infiltrated his nostrils. "You're notgoing to really leave, are you?"

The petiteshinigami frowned yet made no attempt to move. "Don't you see anything wrong with

what we're doing right now?"

So she had finally acknowledged it. They had a demented relationship. They fought. They

bickered. But tonight, she was here, in his bed. And they held each other behind closed doors.

And they adored each other in secret.

"You're the one who came here first," he pointed out.

"You never kicked me out," Rukia countered.

Ichigo frowned, unable to counter that point. He moved to another topic swiftly. "How's your

stomach?"

"It's okay."

The other reason why she was in his bed was because she was hurt. A hollow got to her and triedto bite into her stomach. A familiar rage washed over the young man at that moment hours ago.

He realized it was clearly blatant as to why such rage was fierce.

Because she was his friend. Dearest friend. But unlike the rage he experienced for the injustices

inflicted on his other friends, this rage took him over. It was all-consuming. He wanted to dice

the enemy to pieces. He wanted to crush his opponent into nothingness. He wanted to yell andscream and cut and kill and destroy.

Though, she was annoying, she was Rukia.

Ashinigami. A human pretender. Rukia.

His hand traced down to her wound, careful to touch her. "Did you replace the bandage?" he

asked, almost whispering.

She shook her head barely, but enough so that he can feel her response. "I can't remember."

"Maybe you should, just in case."

She didn't want to move and the "Mmm" sound made it obvious. "I'll be okay. Look at you.You're worse than me, you know."


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"But I take care of myself, eventually. Or I get Orihime to heal me." He paused, wetting his lips.

"We could have gotten Orihime to heal your stomach."

"You want to go out in the rain now?" Her voice was getting slower, as if being slowly drugged

by sleep.

"No." His hand began to stroke that soft area just below her belly-button. "So lie back so I can

change it."

Reluctantly and slowly, Rukia rested on her back and watched him. He waited for her to pull her

shirt up, but she didn't. He made another face, something akin to a scowl, but not quite. Instead,he gently pulled her pajama shirt upwards, revealing her tight belly with a bandage in the center.

In the next moment, Ichigo quickly pulled off the tan-bandage and applied his father's

disinfectant in languid dabs, careful not to hurt her. This was nothing new - treating patients, thatis. He had done this kind of work for his father but unlike other patients, they did not physically

distract him the way she did.

Ichigo turned away before applying a new bandage. His finger brushed against her flesh, and

they both felt the sear of fire tingling under their skin.

What was that?

In a bold act, the back of his index finger grazed the side of her stomach, amazed at the softness

of her skin. He didn't look at her face until she said his name. "Ichigo?"

His hand touched the curve of her cheek. The rain's song began to diminish. "What if I told

you...I really liked you?" Translation: I love you, so don't go.

She laughed softly, a chuckle. "I would say; I like you to." Translation: I love you too, and if it

were up to me, I wouldn't leave you.

He was finished, but his hand was still on her belly. His body gravitated over her and before he

resumed the position he was in earlier, his lips touched hers in a gentle kiss. He couldn't stop. It

was as if he was under some sort of spell. And she did not stop him either. Her hands pulled onhis shirt, pressing him closer. Feeling him on her skin was not a new sensation, but like this, with

her taste on his tongue this was something entirely different. Exciting. New

Right.

Wrong.

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When I Became Human That Night


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Her breath tickled his face.

His fingers explored her every curve.

Her lips kissed him thoroughly.

And his tongue seared little fires her flesh.

In the back of her mind, she knew it was wrong.

In the back of his mind, he knew it was wrong.

To justify it withI am humandoesn't make it right either.

So, why am I here?

She moaned as her head whipped backwards when his mouth made sucking contact with herbreast.

I'm here because we have passion?

Her fingers were lost in his hair and she played at his scalp, unbeknownst to her that it was

driving him crazy. He groaned in response.

That is a superficial reason. But that extra-elated feeling, that involuntary smile, that sense of

true belonging and connection

His mouth trailed upwards to hers, his hand grasping the flesh of her backside. The other heldher tiny hands within his, closing in on her so there was no space between them.

I am with this person right nowbecause I still lo

She shuddered from a sudden chill. "Ichi" He covered her mouth again and lifted her up so she

had better access to him. Her legs instinctively encircled his waist.

No other thoughts entered their minds as tongues tasted, fingers explored, and searing fire burned

them to their core. She remembered how muscular and lean his body was when she kissed his

chest and now that he was older he was slightly bigger than he was in his adolescence years. The

planes of his muscles elicited excitement as her palm trailed downwards to his hard abs, right tothe hairy line that led to the hem of his pants.

She shut her eyes tightly when she wanted them off, and him completely naked. Her brain didn'tseem to work though. Not when his lips continuously crashed against hers or on her skin, or

some where else, which made thought processing an impossibility.


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Maybe this was why words were not exchanged. Or perhaps they truly reveled in the moment

together, their only night together. The only sounds heard were his pants, her gasps, his groans,

and even her laughter when he tickled her between her legs.

He felt her grab a fistful of orange hair when he dared kiss herthere. But he did, he kissed her,

tasted her and drank her juices, and Ichigo was satisfied to leave her crying out and trembling.

Then he felt her hands on his waist. Where his top had gone, he didn't know, but he watched her

suddenly slow her pace. As if unwrapping a present, she slid the black material down without theaid of gravity. On her knees, her eyes rolled upwards and saw the size of him from the bulge of

his boxers. She saw the need in him.

And though it was dark, Ichigo was almost sure that she was smiling.

He stepped out of the pools of clothing, discarding his footwear and waited for her to get up. Butshe did not. Her tiny fingers trailed up his strong legs to his boxers. And she pulled. Pulled so

quickly, so suddenly, his eyes widened at her audacity.

Yet, they never said anything to each other.

Oh, how moral thought was lost. Even when her fingers were intertwined his, there was no

wedding band and she never questioned it. Marriage? He belonging to someone else did not

cross her mind. And when he thrusted her against the tree, her fingers lost in orange, his mouthon pinkstill, no other thought existed.

And so there was no need for words. Not till it was unbearable, till the fireworks came, that

moment where she cried out his name. Over and over and over. Like waves, they rode on the

orgasm. She could hear her name time, just after when she said his. His tone was almost ofdesperation, like she would be lost to him forever. And then she felt wetness on her face after it

all after the pleasurable moment of sin.

"Rukia"

The tears on her face fell on his shoulder. He knew what it was and with the curve of his finger,

he wiped them away. Rukia did not look at him though. Her eyes could make out her scatteredrobes. Then, she pulled away and he let her go.

The sky was full of stars and full of wonders. But her attention was not on such beautiful sights

when her lips were swollen, legs wet and skin covered with sweat. The feeling was raw; it lefther soul confused.

"I became human tonight," she started, frowning. "And this is wrong." She turned and her legs

carried her to him. Her slender hand snaked to his and he squeezed gently, as is to comfort her.

After a moment or two, he pulled her into an embrace and held her.


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She became human tonight. Not literally a human, but human enough to make mistakes. Human

enough to want and need someone. Human enough to sin. And sin.Andsin.

He kissed her again, which ended the short train of her rational thought.

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Another Conversation

"You think she will forgive you?"

He shook his head. "She loves me more than the world. She might she will, but it will break

her heart. I don't want to hurt her. But I can't," he paused, and licked his lips, "I can't lie." Ichigo

looked at her. Dawn was coming and they had been together all night. A sickening feelingdwelled in his stomach.

"Tell her I'm so sorry. I want to tell her I'm sorry."

Then he stopped her, "No, don't. This is notyourfault." Then silence loomed over the pair.

Rukia tucked her head under his chin when she told him, "Renji will hate us and call off the

wedding. I think he knows I never loved him." He felt her shake her head subtly before clarifyingherself. "I love him, but not in the way he wants me to. I don't love him the way he loves me."

She pressed her lips against his collarbone. "If I tell him, I bring shame to my family name." And

her voice broke. How she loved her brother. How she never wanted to disappoint him. But this

what she had done it was unforgivable.

"Byakuya won't disown you," he told her, trying to convince her otherwise. But when she pulledback and looked at her, indigo eyes betrayed her; she did not believe Ichigo.

Then, worry lines creased her forehead. "But at least you will have a place to go. You can justrent an apartment or go back to your father's."

"What are you talking about? You always have a place with me." Then they met inunderstanding.

"It would be simpler if we pretended like this didn't happen."

"Until Soul Society."

She laughed a bit. "Or some threat in the Living World. Oh let's not hope for another Aizen

though."

And they laughed. But the joyous sound died as they realized time waited for no one. Then they

would have to face their consequence. Ichigo did not know if she could go through with it. Hedidn't know what he was capable of doing, either.


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But he didn't say anything else. She will leave. And such a thoughther departure, again - tore

his heart into a trillion pieces.

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Human

It had been years since he last saw him, but nothing really changed. He was still ugly, tall, maybehe had a few more tattoos but he had a stupid look on his face and a red ponytail.

And today, like most days, he looked angry.

"Where's Rukia!?"

Ichigo stopped mid-step amidst the crowds of people hurrying home. "What?"

Renji came forward and grabbed his collar. Dangerous eyes met hazel. "Where is she?! Where isRukia!?"

Confusion gathered in his eyes. "SShe was supposed to be with you, in Soul Society. She left

six months ago."

The people around Ichigo gave the young man strange looks, but no one stopped to see what was

going on and why this orange-haired male was talking to himself.

"Howcan shebe with me if she left me to be with you?!" Renji's words filled the air in a large

boom of anger, spite, and warning.

Ichigo's eyes further widened. After that night, she kissed him and said goodbye. She said "Live

your life, be happy. Make Orihime happy. Be the best man you can be." She said she would tell

Renji and she was confident enough to convince Ichigo that Renji would forgive her. Weddingbliss would be highly unlikely, though. She said that he, Ichigo, meant too much to her to ruin

his life.

She said so many things.

But Ichigo told her, if shit hit the fan, she'd always have a place, a home, with him.

"Renji, she left. She was supposed to marry you." Ichigo barely managed to speak, especiallywhen Renji's eyes burned with the intent to kill.

Suddenly, the Vice-Captain sighed loudly. Then, his face grew tired and sad. "She told me aboutyou two, you know. I always knew you two had something special, but I didn't think it was that."

His voice was almost strangled, but Ichigo could hear him clearly. "She never loved me, did

she?" Renji made eye contact with the younger man and nodded at the silence. "You honestlydon't know where she is?"


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Ichigo shook his head.

"Are you still married?"

Ichigo shook his head again and showed Renji his bare finger.

"Orihime didn't forgive you?"

Ichigo's frown sharpened. "She said she did, but I couldn't be with her if I didn't forgive myself."

Renji nodded and then suddenly his arm flew out to punch Ichigo in the jaw. Ichigo tumbled

back with a deep scowl and angry eyes as he rubbed the sore spot. Instinctively, he was going to

ask what the hell the punch was for, but then he realized he had deeply hurt Renji. And he was a

friend.

"I deserved that one." Ichigo tasted the blood in his mouth as he bowed his head forward. His

orange locks covered his guilty eyes.

Renji smirked vaguely, but turned around. "When I find her, I'll send her to you."

"What?" He looked up in shock.

Renji took a few steps away from the human. "You heard me. Obviously you're both too stupid

to know when you have something good." Then he looked thoughtful, as if reliving a vivid

memory. "She cried a lot. And I have never seen someone apologize as much as she did." Hecouldn't hate her. "She never cries this much, unless it comes to you."

Ichigo was at a loss of words. Her pain. Renji's grief.

"I'm sorry." His apology was next. He had to say it before Renji disappeared. And he hoped the

shinigami would forgive him too.

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The End

She always knew he has a place in his heart for her. But she always knew Rukia had a bigger

piece of his heart, and he never admitted it till now.

Orihime was hysterical. She was crying. The weight in her chest was so heavy that she just

wanted to rip her heart out to make the pain stop. In between her sobbing, she managed to ask,

"Do you love her?" It was a question she always wondered, but was always too much of acoward to ask.

She had nothing to lose now though.


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Ichigo was silent for a long time. And then finally he nodded and she got her answer.

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Butterfly

When he first met her, he saw a butterfly. A black butterfly. A death butterfly.

That was ten years ago.

This time when he saw itthe butterflyhe found her.

And for sure, this time, he wouldn't let her go.

"Oi."

Hazel and violet met.

The petiteshinigami better faced him and he could see how drained she was. But relief washed

through him and as he couldn't help but smile at her, something shone in her eyes.

He wanted to say something like, "What took you so long?" or, "If you didn't come any sooner, I

would have gone to Soul Society," but he didn't. Instead, he watched her climb into room

through the window and waited for her to say something.

"Yo," she answered, her yellow dress looking brown in the dark. A moment passed. "What do we

do now?"How do we atone for the mistakes made?

Ichigo shrugged but moved towards her so that soon there was little space in between them. "I

don't know."Maybe we never will

She was quiet, hesitant, like a spooked animal, until there was no distance separating the two

bodies.

They knew things were not going to be easy given the circumstances of their union. They alsoknew there were going to be further consequences for their actions. And they knew there was a

price to be paid for every sin committed.

It was unspoken, of course, but understood.

Then Ichigo said something that surprised her. "We start living now." Hazel eyes became golden

and intense. "We live. That's not a sin, is it?"

Her pretty mouth opened slightly at his words. Then her head nodded in agreement. "No" Andshe understood the hidden meaning when his lips touched hers in the briefest kiss.


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That was it all it took to start pushing the gears forward again

And the black butterfly disappeared.

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