Authors Note: This Pairing is almost non-existent...which is a shame in my opinion...Rose is such a funny and charismatic Character and Ichigo...is well...he's Ichigo... I simply had to pair these two together. This Story is actually already quite long...I hadn't planned on publishing it, but if you guys want me to I'll publish the second and thrid chapter too. Anyways that's it from me! Hope you enjoy the Story ^^ (Also I don't own anything, all rights to our King: Tite Kubo)

Soul Song

Thinking back, it had all started with Rose finding out that Ichigo played the guitar. Ichigo had mentioned it as he was eating dinner with the Vizards. Rose had insisted on hearing him play afterwards, and who was Ichigo to refuse? Following this they had gotten closer, often playing together after Ichigos training. Little by little Rose got to know the real Ichigo Kurosaki, the one that didn't hide behind a constant frown, but was funny and sometimes a little childish. The other Vizard of course noticed how close these two were becoming but were glad that Rose spared them the lectures on classical music and arts, and Ichigo seemed to enjoy them well enough to everyone's surprise.

It was again one of those evenings. Kensei was busy with cooking, Mashiro was sleeping and drooling all over her pillow. Shinji was listening to music in his room. Hiyori had gone out earlier to annoy Kisuke. Hachi was sitting in the corner mediating, and Lisa and Love were both reading what they called 'educational literature', which translated into Manga and porn. Ichigo and Rose were sitting on the roof of the warehouse the Vizards had now lived in for several months. The war was still ahead of them, but as long as they had moments like these it seemed like a lifetime away. They had just finished playing a guitar duet and were now sitting in silence watching the sun set over Karakura Town. The breeze ruffled Ichigos orange locks, which brushed slightly over his shoulders. Rose watched the sun reflect in his hair, golden and red streaks making themselves known.

Rose looked at the boy who had barged into the warehouse, daring and brash with a crude tongue and fire in his eyes. He had taken his breath away on that first meeting already. Ichigo was like a storm, you didn't meet him without being swept away by his passion, his determination and fire. It was all still there, the fire and passion but it made place for calm and contemplation or fun and softness in moments like these. Ichigo turned his head and took in Roses glance. He smiled at him, frown vanishing from his face to make room for a smile Rose knew he didn't show anyone else but him. His heart soared. This beautiful, magnificent and strong being smiling at him like that. Before he knew it, he leaned over and kissed Ichigos smiling lips. Wide eyed with shock he quickly drew back. "God, Ichigo I'm sorry, I didn't mean, I mean, that wasn't- "His words were cut of by a pair of very soft lips, hesitantly brushing over his.

Rose drew back and looked into Ichigos eyes. A blush had formed on Ichigos cheeks traveling all the way to his ears and someway down his chest. Ichigo drew away too, blushing madly still. What happen next, Ichigo would never forget. It was after all the first time he had heard Rose curse. "Arg-damn it." With that he felt a hand on his neck pull him forward into a searing kiss, this time returned on both sides, they poured all their passion and feelings into this one kiss, shared as the sun was setting. They pulled away, both out of breath and searching each other's eyes for something, anything that resembled their own feelings and the second they found it they spoke as one, like a duet. "I love you." They blushed, realizing they had spoke at the same time, Rose scratched his neck a little in embarrassment and Ichigo looked away but couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips.

Rose frowned a little, this was not the time for him to begin a romantic relationship with someone who was hundreds of years younger than him. Someone who was hardly sixteen years old. Someone who had their whole life ahead of them. He was just one old guy who happened to share his passion for music, these feelings Ichigo held were fleeting at best, he was young after all. So young that he could be considered a cradle robber. Nobody would ever accept a relationship like that. Ichigo was also still alive, he would age and die, and Rose would stay like he was. "Stop it." A voice, Ichigos voice drew him out of his thoughts. "I know what you are thinking. Let's not worry about that now. One thing at a time. After everything with Aizen is over and done with. Let's talk about this then, alright?" Ichigo asked him, his brown eyes were soft and understanding and Rose would never understand how someone this young could remain cool headed in a situation like this, especially someone like Ichigo. He nodded his head. "Yes, after the war." Rose agreed. They looked at each other and smiled.