This is my first ever Bleach fanfic! I do not own any of the characters although I wish I owned Byakuya. He's totally hot! Anyways, please enjoy the first chapter of Sick With Him!

*thump*...*cough-groan*...*groan*...*thump* ...*cough-cough*

A very irritated Ichigo Kurosaki flung open the door to his closet, having been woken up early by the noises coming from said closet, to yell at the girl currently sleeping in there. He had no idea what Rukia was doing but he desperately wanted her to stop so he could go back to sleep.

He took a deep breath to let out a stream of angry shouts but stopped when he looked down at the petite Shinigami that had become his roommate. Worry and fear coursed through him as he took in the appearance of the usually strong, fiery Shinigami before him.

She was pale but there was a dark flush across her cheeks and nose, her forehead was coated in sweat with her dark hair sticking to it, her small body was racked with shivers and her usually bright violet eyes were squeezed shut tight in pain. "Rukia..." The soft whisper escaped his mouth, unbidden but not unwelcome.

She gave a little twitch upon hearing her name and Ichigo watched her eyes slowly flutter open until two glazed, feverish violet orbs were revealed.

After a moment of peering around in feverish confusion, Rukia's eyes finally focused on Ichigo. His formerly blurry face cleared a little to reveal to Rukia a very concerned expression. "I-Ichigo? W-what, what's wrong?"

Before the teenager could tell her to not speak anymore she broke out in a furious coughing fit that had her little body spasming from the force. Eyes wide with panic Ichigo quickly, but gently, picked her up and brought her to his bed; he began to pat her back tenderly and soon the fit subsided and he waited until she relaxed into his arms before he started to look her over.

She just lay there, breathing unevenly, in his arms as he laid a cool hand across her burning forehead. "Dammit... You're really burning up, Rukia. When did you start feeling bad?"

"Y-yesterday morning." At her hoarse admission Ichigo felt anger building up inside himself. She had been sick yesterday and hadn't bothered to tell him? What the hell? Did she not trust him? Quietly he got up from the bed, after laying Rukia back against the pillows, and walked towards the door.

"I-Ichigo? Where *cough* w-where are you g-going?" She was worried; why wouldn't he look at her? Had she upset him? "I'll go get a thermometer and some medicine. Be back in a minute." Not once did Ichigo look at her, he just walked out of the room and shut the door with a loud bang.

Rukia winced as the sound from the door made her head throb even worse and felt confusion and hurt well up in her. Was Ichigo mad at her for being sick? She hadn't meant to become sick, she supposed it was because she had stayed out late two nights ago to fight off some Hollows so Ichigo wouldn't be distracted from studying for his test the next day. It had been raining that night.

She sat there, feeling miserable, until Ichigo came back to the room a couple of minutes later holding a bottle of pills, a glass of water and a digital thermometer. His face was impassive as he set the medicine down on the nightstand and held the thermometer out to her. "Here, put it under your tongue. Once it beeps take it out and show me." With that he went and sat at his desk and turned his back to her, beginning to write something.

The thermometer beeped a moment later and Ichigo turned around as she held out the thermometer. "103.3 degrees, a high fever. Take two of these pills and go to sleep for a while, alright?" He handed her the pills and the water and then went back to his desk once she'd taken them.

His hand moved quickly across the paper as though he were truly interested in what he was doing. She knew for a fact he'd already done his homework last night.

She settled back into his bed and watched him with sad, fever-glazed eyes. "I-Ichigo?" His hand stopped moving: he was listening.

She was on the verge of falling asleep but she had to apologize to the one person, besides her brother and Renji, that she could truly say she loved. "I'm s-sorry for getting s-sick. P-please forgive me. Please don't hate me..." A solitary tear rolled down her pale cheek and she then drifted off into a restless sleep.

Please review, I really want some feedback on this story! Please no flames, only constructive criticism. I'll put up the second chapter soon but only if I get at least 5 reviews on this chapter. Thanks lots for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!