Author's Note: Heey, I'm back with another entirely pointless excuse for me to write Bleach! But this one's half-decent, I think. Wrote it during a free Calculus period. Figured I'd post one outside the oneshot collection. (BTW, I know some are wondering--yes, This Time I'll Fight will be updated soon.)

Disclaimer: If Ichigo and Rukia were mine...I'm not gonna finish that sentence.

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Spontaneous
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"Psst...Ichigo."

"Eh?"

"What's Mizuiro doing?"

Ichigo glanced furtively toward the seat to his left. Mizuiro looked quite pleased with himself, his arm finally finished the painfully long journey around his girlfriend's shoulders. She stared, oblivious, at the screen. Mizuiro saw Ichigo looking at him and made a little victory gesture with his free hand.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Being a dumbass, what else is new?"

"Is that what you're supposed to do in a ci--mo--a mov--"

"Movie theatre."

"Right, that."

"I guess, if it's a date."

Rukia suddenly sat forward with a jerk, gripping her armrests tightly, her dark eyes wide. Ichigo cocked an eyebrow.

"What is it? You'd better have your Hollow thinger on vibrate."

"I do, I do, but it hasn't done anything for a few hours."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Waiting for your arm, idiot, like you're supposed to."

Ichigo flushed as he hissed loudly, "--the hell, Rukia?!"

She looked at him sourly. "Well, sorry, Ichigo, but this is a double-date and you just said it yourself." She sat back.

"We're not on a date," Ichigo said flatly, looking pointedly back at the screen, unseeing.

"Then what would you call it, genius?"

"I call it 'my friend needed another couple to go with because he's too pathetic to go with a girl alone.'"

"Yes. Couple. A guy and a girl, right?"

"It's not a date, Rukia."

"Well, look, you're the guy and I'm the girl. Seems perfectly reasonable to me."

"You're not a girl. You're Rukia."

"You know I'd kill you for that if there weren't so many witnesses."

"With what, your backpack?"

She shook her head.

"You make this too easy."

Ichigo growled, and without warning, he twisted over the armrest and pressed his mouth hard against hers. Rukia's eyes widened as he pushed into her parted lips, but her intended protest came out as a strangled sort of squeak.

He pulled away, the darkness too thick to gauge his expression. She touched the back of her hand to her lips.

"What the hell was that?"

He paused. "I dunno. Isn't it what I was 'supposed' to do?"

A scene change suddenly illuminated his face. He was still scowling, as always, but an almost cocky grin was there too. She wasn't sure whether to break his arm or lean in and see what it felt like again.

She sighed, and gave a meek smile.

"Touche."

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Because who doesn't love an excuse for random IchiRuki fluff? Reviews please!