Disclaimer: Had I owned Bleach, Renji would provide fanservice at least sixty times per episode. Unfortunately, I don't own Bleach, so I guess we can only dream, can't we?

She was playing cards again.

No idea why Solitaire could hold her attention for such a long period of time. Thought it was such a boring game. He'd always found Space Invaders infinitely more interesting. Or slicing up the nearest Hollow.

More fun than playing cards.

He doodled on a corner of his math homework for another minute.

Snuck another peek at her.

She was staring intently at the three cards she'd laid out in front of her. Jiggled her foot. Hair fell into her eyes and she brushed them away impatiently. She looked like a three-year-old dying for a pee. He stifled a laugh at that, looked away when she narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing."

He drew Kon. Well, as much as Kon could look like Kon when there was a hasty mustache scribbled on his face and a heart tattoo on his belly. Ichigo wondered where the mod-soul was. Probably trying to harass Yuzu or Karin. He had nothing else to do these days, except sexually molest Rukia…

Just another peek. Just one more to see if Kon wasn't climbing up her skirt this very second…

Diamonds.

Why was the sun glinting so dully off her hair? It looked like… well, it looked like dirty diamonds. When she shook her head in frustration, it—glittered. Sort of. She leaned forward to flip a card, and he quickly averted his gaze… he wouldn't stoop to Kon's level. Of course not.

He had his homework to do. He wouldn't look at her again…

She was stuck.

Bad luck comes in spades.

Bit her lip and scratched the back of her neck. He could see the sweat on her brow, although it was cool inside his room. Although the breeze whispering in through the open window was hot, heady… It made him sleepy. Although his eyes just wouldn't close when he was watching her.

Clubs. She's laid down the ten of clubs.

Takenthe King of Spades.

And placed him next to the Queen of Hearts.

Looked up at him. And smiled.

Hearts.

Something twisted inside him. Painfully.

"Rukia. Let's play Space Invader."

End

A/N: I was wondering whether or not I was going to just stick this up with 'Simple Question' and make a drabble collection out of it, and then I thought, What the heck. I'll post it alone. And so I did. It's been a very long time since I've done a Bleach drabble, much less an IchiRuki one, to start making a collection. I think I've been pulled in too much by HitsuHina. It's flangst (fluff/angst) for the soul. So I don't think I'll be doing as much of IchiRuki as HitsuHina anymore.

I guess that's it!