(A/N) Thank you for your reviews and for adding this story to your alerts and favorite stories lists. It means a lot to me and it keeps me writing. Hopefully I replied to all of those who reviewed. I was pretty sure I did, but then I checked my outbox and it said I only replied to 4 of you when I wrote 6 replies. I'm sorry if I didn't!

I know in some of the replies I said that I would update on Friday, but 2 days before that, on Wednesday, I ate some bad KFC and got food poisoning. Somehow, my whole body except for my fingers got paralyzed and I needed help walking short distances. I feel a whole lot better now, so I hope you guys aren't too mad at me for delaying this update…

I hope all the explaining about Rukia in this chapter doesn't piss you guys off. I kinda need to explain it anyways, or the rest of the story will just have you confused.

I re-read this only like, three times, so please excuse any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I neither own Bleach nor its characters. I don't own E! True Hollywood Story, either!

Chapter 2 – Pervert

Thursday – 12:05 PM – Lunch

Ichigo made his way to the lunch line, cautiously looking back and forth to avoid another one of Senna's invites. When he got there, he picked up a tray and stood behind a rather short girl, anxiously waiting to get the hell out of there before Senna actually did catch up with him.

While the girl in front of him took rather long to decide on what she wanted for lunch, he tapped his fingers on the corner of his tray and scowled, wondering what was taking her so long; he was starting to get hungry and all he wanted to do was get to his table as quickly as he could.

His nostrils flared when the strong scent of bubblegum lingered through his nose. That could only mean one thing: Senna just got out of her class on the other side of campus. Fuck me for forgetting Yuzu's bento at home, he cursed at himself. I would be at the damn table by now!

Growing impatient, he tapped the girl's shoulder in front of him. "Excuse me," he said impatiently, "can you please hurry up? I need to get somewhere."

The side of her face was hidden behind her hair. All that was on her tray was the least popular flavor of juice and a bruised apple, whereas everyone in front of her and in back of him had various ripe fruits and vegetables, plus their choice of any available drinks. She and Ichigo were headed towards the front of the line where everyone received the main servings and paid.

"Sorry about that," she apologized, a bit saddened. "The food behind this glass just looks really good.." It seemed as though all her attention was on the food. As if on cue, her stomach growled, making her blush in embarrassment.

Ichigo recognized her voice. He shook his head when the server behind the glass asked if he wanted some salad, his scowl deepening a bit when he knew it was Rukia standing in front of him. "Man, not you again…"

Rukia tucked her hair behind her ear before facing Ichigo. A scowl played at her lips when his bitter words reached her. "What's that supposed to mean, Strawberry?"

He scoffed. "Nothing, Midget! Anyway, if you're that hungry, why don't you just ask for it?" He reached over the counter for his mixed fruit and set it on his tray, thanking the woman who handed it to him from behind the counter.

Rukia blushed madly. "I am not hungry!" she retorted, but her stomach growled otherwise.

Ichigo bent over slightly and knocked on her head lightly with his fist. "Are ya sure about that? I can hear your tiger of a stomach from all the way up here."

She couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Maybe I am a bit hungry. It's not that easy asking for these things—at least not for me." She moved along with the line and inched closer to the front, eager to see what the cafeteria had to offer today.

"What the hell are you talking about? Here, just watch me." As they inched closer to the front where the main serving for lunch was, he cut in front of Rukia and cocked his head towards the woman behind the counter, giving her a fake smile. "Hi, can I have a roast beef sandwich?"

The woman returned his smile and handed him a triangular sandwich in a nicely wrapped plastic container. "Here you go, sweetie."

Ichigo smiled again. "Thank you." He paid for his meal and stood near Rukia, waiting for her to do exactly as he did.

When Rukia reached the front of the line, the same woman behind the counter scowled. "What do you want, Kuchiki?" Her tone was rude and she looked irritated, leaving Ichigo slightly dumbstruck.

Rukia cleared her throat and tried her best to smile. She eyed the main servings for the day and decided on a cheeseburger. "Hi. May I please have a cheeseburger?" Her tone was polite and she looked sincere, but the lunch lady still kept her scowl on.

"Sorry, all out," she lied. She covered the cheeseburgers, along with all the other main servings, up with an empty tray from the oven rack and motioned for Rukia to move along and pay for her food. "We're out of everything," she grumbled, waiting for her to get to the cash register.

It upset Ichigo—a lot. Why did she lie to Rukia? He pushed passed some kids and glared at the lunch lady. "Hey, what gives?" he half-growled, remembering he was at school and was talking to staff. "I mean, why doesn't she"—he pointed at Rukia—"get any of the main servings?"

The lunch lady eyed Rukia, making sure she wasn't watching or listening. She cupped her hand near her mouth and leaned in towards Ichigo, whispering as if everyone had their ears open. "That there is Kuchiki Rukia, the girl that sailed through the easy life because Byakuya Kuchiki took her in! I've worked here most of my life and you don't see me cruising around in a brand new Lexus! If she's so rich, she can just have some fancy-schmancy restaurant deliver her food to the campus!"

Ichigo could feel his teeth clench. "But that's not fa—"

"Life ain't fair, sweetie," she stated, cutting him off. She patted his shoulder and motioned for him to move along so that the other students could pay for their lunch.

"What a bitch." When he didn't hear Rukia's reply, he looked around the room. Where'd that midget go? He looked under the tables and around the cafeteria, but he couldn't find her. He sighed and scowled, walked to his usual table and dropped his tray on the wooden surface carelessly, clearly not giving a damn about the spilling of some fruits.

"Why the long face, Ichigo?" Neliel asked. She giggled lightly, "Did Shinenju bother you again? You know you can just give me the word, and I'll take care of her for you."

"Thanks, Nel, but it's not that…" He was deep in thought. Why did it matter if Rukia was taken in by… whoever the hell this Byakuya guy was? He'd never even heard of him until today, and the lunch lady acted like it was a big deal. It wasn't right to deny someone the right to eat, especially if they paid full price for it.

He glanced to his left and caught a glimpse of violet. He sat up straight and looked out the cafeteria exit and saw Rukia sitting alone again, eating around the bruise of her apple.

"I'll be right back, guys."

Orihime's eyes followed him out the cafeteria exit. She turned back to the group and clapped her hands together, ready to share more about what they were talking about before. "Kuchiki-san owns a skating rink!"

Grimmjow raised his hand excitedly. "Wait wait wait wait wait, Kuchiki has a skating rink? Damn! Invite me over!"

She smiled and nodded. "Mmhmm! She's such a sweet girl! Her maid told me all about how she's so great at figure skating and the trampoline and everything!"

Ulquiorra sipped his usual tea. "Interesting," he commented, "Maybe she is not trash at all. You have seen her perform all these acts, Inoue?"

"Well, not exactly… But I don't think the maid would lie about something like that! The Kuchiki Estate is ENORMOUS!" the bubbly girl stood on her chair and extended her arms, demonstrating how enormous she thought it was. "I think maybe it's even bigger than the school!"

Tatsuki pulled on the hem of Orihime's shirt and smiled, embarrassed. "Hime, keep your butt in the chair…"

Grimmjow smirked, "So, was there a *milf present?" His question earned a glare from Neliel.

Orihime blushed. "No! She only lives with her brother," she shared. "But her brother was at work and it was just me, her and her maid at her house. She just gave me a tour after we worked on our project."

"She only lives with her brother?" a confused Renji asked. "Why do they need a huge ass house then? What a bunch of show offs…"

"Shut up, dumbass," Tatsuki demanded. "Give her a break. She seems nice!"

Orihime continued to share everything about the Kuchiki Estate she knew with the gang as they continued eating their lunch.

Ichigo marched over to Rukia's empty table and sat across from her, the sudden extra weight catching her attention.

"Can I help you?" she asked in a bored manner. "I'm trying to enjoy my lunch." All that was on her tray was the bruised apple and the juice box, and she was already gnawing her way around the bruise on the apple.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Why do they treat you like that?" he demanded.

Rukia swallowed a piece of the apple. "Because," she dabbed her lips with a napkin, "I am Kuchiki Rukia. I do not deserve special treatment. I'm sure the woman serving lunch has already informed you on that."

She was pissing him off; he already knew that! "No, I meant why. What's the big deal about you anyway?"

She poked the straw through the hole in her juice box and took a sip before answering. "It's not the 'big deal' about me," she sighed. "It's the big deal about the Kuchikis. They are a noble family."

Ichigo scowled. "I know that now. Get to the point already, Midget!"

She only smiled a little; it was fun to make him mad. "I'm adopted—as in, Byakuya Kuchiki is my adoptive brother. He's one of the most powerful and wealthiest men in Japan. I'm not of Kuchiki blood."

Ichigo nodded, finally beginning to understand why she was treated that way. "So that's why they were being total bitches? What about yesterday? You had a salad on your tray and chocolate milk…"

"How much of the salad did you see?" Rukia asked him, as if he were stupid. "Only half, right? The lunch lady gave it to me like that: half. Half of a salad. As for the chocolate milk, I got an over dated carton." She covered her mouth and started giggling, "But then I spilled it on you."

He blushed furiously. "Hey! That wasn't funny!" he blabbed out. "I was really pissed at you!" He finally calmed down and sighed. "Alright, be serious now. How much do you pay for lunch?"

Rukia contained herself and sat up straight. "Like, $5.00."

"Holy shit!" Ichigo's eyes practically bulged out. "That's $2.00 more than we pay!" He couldn't believe it; who would do that to a student? "Can't you go tell your brother about it or something?"

She laughed as if he'd cracked a really funny joke. "My brother?" She asked disbelievingly as she wiped the tears building up in her eyes. "He doesn't give a damn about me. He only took me in because he married my sister, and she died when I was 10. Now he's stuck with me, and it'll just make him look bad if he abandoned me."

That only made him feel even more angry. He clenched his fist and felt the heat build in his chest. I'd take care of Yuzu and Karin if our old man died! Yet this… heartless bastard is only in it for a good reputation? It just wasn't right.

Why is Ichigo even asking me these pointless questions? Rukia grabbed her book bag and threw away her lunch. "Now, if you're done interviewing me for my *E! True Hollywood Story, I'll be heading off to fourth period now," she joked. "You don't even care, anyways."

Ichigo scratched his head. Why did he care? She was just a classmate—they weren't even friends. "You're right," he decided. "I don't care. Sorry for wasting your time."

She glared at him. "If you didn't care, why the hell did you come to my table? …Dumbass." When he ignored her, she began walking to her fourth period, and halfway across the grass, she turned around. "See you later, DUMBASS!" she shouted at him before she stuck her tongue out and stretched the lower eyelid of her right eye.

He stood almost immediately, his teeth gritting. "I'M NOT A DUMBASS!" Deciding there was no use in chasing her, he sat back down and sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Just then, Ichigo's friends walked to the table, Orihime leading the way with a bag of food in her hand. "Kurosaki-kun! I wrapped your lunch so the fruits won't rot!"

Ichigo pulled his hair in frustration. "That midget is so annoying!" The nerve of her, calling me a dumbass! I'm fucking smart as fuck! I'm like, a Japanese Einstein!

Grimmjow snorted. "Why were you talkin' to Shortstack anyway? Itchin' for her number or somethin'?"

The carrot-top shook his head. "She asked the lunch lady for a cheeseburger, but the lunch lady covered like, 20 of them with a tray from the oven and told her they ran out. All she had for lunch today was a bruised apple and a juice box." He cracked all of his fingers in an aggravated manner. "And get this: she pays $2.00 more than we do for lunch." But it's not like I care, right? Ugh, why am I so mad then…?

"I feel for her," Renji said. "That shit totally blows. It's fucked up, too. But hey, who are we to interfere with her life?" He yawned and scratched his stomach, which disgusted Tatsuki. "Renji, you're fucked up for saying that! One of us should at least help her feel more welcome."

Everyone looked back and forth between each other. Orihime just stood and watched her friends in a spectacle. Neliel's eyes darted to Tatsuki, Tatsuki's eyes darted to Ulquiorra, Ulquiorra's eyes darted to Grimmjow's, and Grimmjow's eyes darted towards Renji's. All of them had only one person in mind.

Tatsuki smiled wickedly and raised her hand. "I NOMINATE ICHIGO!"

Ichigo's mouth hung open. "Hey, what the hell?" he yelled.

Everyone else raised their hands. "I SECOND THAT NOMINEE!" they shouted together.

The carrot-top's scowl grew. "That's not fair! What happened to *nose-goes?"

Tatsuki smiled sympathetically. "Okay, okay. On the count of three, the last person who nose-goes has to welcome Rukia. Ready?"

Everyone, especially Ichigo, eagerly waited for her to count to three. Tatsuki smirked and looked back and forth between her friends, making sure most of them had their ears open for this. Each one of them had a finger in the air, ready to place it on their nose and yell, "NOSE-GOES!" as soon as they heard her yell "three".

"One…." She began. She glanced at Ichigo, noticing that he was practically sweating his ass off in determination to be the first nose-goer. She decided that he should be the one welcoming Rukia anyway, because he was such an ass to her on her first day.

Tatsuki sniggered, "THREE!"

"NOSE-GOES!" in various voices chorused into the air, leaving Ichigo dumbstruck. "Hey! What happened to 'two', Tatsuki?"

Ulquiorra grunted, his finger touching the pale skin of his nose. "You snooze you lose, Kurosaki."

"Since when did you use lines like that, Schiffer?" Ichigo grumbled. His shoulders slumped and he glared at his friends, angry that they'd tricked him into it.

Tatsuki couldn't help but laugh. "You deserve to, anyway! You treated her like crap yesterday," she reminded him.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Why can't we just all welcome her? I mean, I already apologized for what I did yesterday…"

Grimmjow smirked. "Yeah, let's welcome her by going to her house with Inoue!" Neliel glared at him and stepped on his foot, forcing him to hop on one leg. "You just want to go for her trampoline!"she accused.

Orihime stepped forward. "Actually, Nel-san, I think that would be a good idea! I can take us to Kuchiki-san's house in Sora-nii's van. We can surprise her!"

Everyone nodded and Ichigo sighed with relief. Rukia was an annoying, weird, dumb midget! It wouldn't be fair if he got stuck being her welcoming committee.

"Everyone, please head to your fourth period classes. The bells unexpectedly stopped working and we are trying to get them to work again as soon as possible. That is all," Principal Yamamoto announced over the loud speaker. After agreeing to meet up later, everyone went their separate ways.

1:50 PM – Passing Period, Between Periods 5 and 6

Ichigo started his usual routine: He looked back and forth before stepping out of his fifth period class in fear of bumping into Senna. When he thought the coast was clear, he started whistling casually to himself and started walking to sixth period.

Senna looked all around her as she walked down the hall. Where's my cutie pie? She pulled a couple of seniors out of the stream of students by arm and demanded to know where Ichigo was, stomping her foot each time she got an 'I don't know'.

Ugh! Where is he? She pouted in anger and stomped her foot again, cupping her mouth before yelling, "ICHIGO! WHERE ARE YOU, HONEY?" as loud as she could.

Ichigo immediately stopped like a deer in the headlights. He heard her voice getting louder by the second, and he looked around frantically for any open classrooms he could hide in. Instead, he caught a glimpse of green and immediately knew who it was.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side. "Nel, I need you to walk me to class," he begged. "Please! Shinenju's gonna rape me and I need you there 'cause I can't hit a girl!"

Neliel smiled and cracked her knuckles. "Okay. Let's go, Itsygo!"

Ichigo scowled. "I told you not to call me that," he grumbled as she pulled him by the arm.

"Do you want me to walk you or not?" she bargained. She smiled triumphantly when he didn't say a word.

"ICHIGO, SWEETIE!" Senna called as she ran and tackled him from behind with a flying hug. "Where were you? I couldn't find you anywhere, honey!" She squeezed him as hard as she could, happy that she finally found him.

The carrot-top coughed and gasped for air. "N-Nel," he gasped, "L-Little…. Help…. Heeere!" His face was beginning to turn various shades of blue and purple.

Neliel had to peel Senna off, but it didn't take up that much energy—Neliel was the only girl on the wrestling team, after all. "Get over yourself, Shinenju!" She held Senna up by the wrists, and because of her height and strength, Senna's feet couldn't even touch the floor.

"Let go of me!" Senna kicked her legs and wiggled her arms, but Neliel's grip was so strong that it actually gave her wrists a burning sensation.

"Leave Itsygo alone—or else!" she threatened.

Senna smirked. "Or else what? You'll dye my hair that nasty puke color you've got? Please," she sniggered.

Neliel could feel her teeth clench and her grip tightening. Nothing made her madder than a slam at her hair. My hair is beautiful and natural!

"OR ELSE THIS, BITCH!" She roared like a lion and *threw Senna across the hall so hard that she started skidding on the floor halfway and knocked Keigo's group down like a bunch of bowling pins.

Ichigo swore he could see steam coming out of Neliel's ears and was actually a bit frightened by it, but sighed with relief once he realized Senna was farther away from him than she was before.

Senna looked up to find herself on Keigo's lap. She tried to screech, but it was too late. Chizuru already had her hand over Senna's mouth and started drooling. Across the hall, Neliel could hear Keigo yelling to her with his thumb in the air. "ALL RIGHT!" he cheered. "THANKS, NEL!"

Ichigo grabbed Neliel's arm and frantically pulled her forward towards the end of the hall. "Let's go before Chizuru gets really erotic," he commanded.

Neliel nodded but couldn't help glaring back towards Senna. "That'll teach her to diss my hair color!"

He rolled his eyes. "Green isn't even a natural hair color," he stated. "At least not for Japanese girls…"

She rolled her eyes back at him. "Like orange is." She giggled lightly, "…At least not for Japanese girls. Right, Itsygo?" she teased.

Ichigo turned red. "Shut up, Nel!" he demanded.

Neliel suddenly stopped. A smiled took over her lips, "Look, Itsygo…" she whispered in his ear. "She's cute, isn't she?"

Confused, he leaned into her. "Who exactly are we talking about..?" He never knew that question would earn him a smack to the head. "OW! WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?" he yelled at her.

She ignored him and continued whispering. "It's Rukia-chan!"

"What?" he asked unbelievingly. "She isn't gorgeous! She's a demon stuck in a midget's body!" That earned him another smack to the head.

"You men are so insensitive!" Neliel whined. "You know she looks totally fab. Can't you tell she's wearing a dress by Miyako? And look at her matching shoes!" She raised an eyebrow and smirked. "…Wait… I said she was cute, not gorgeous…"

Ichigo rubbed his head to reduce the pain. He blushed and ignored Nel's statement. "No, I don't know she looks 'fab', and isn't that just like any other dress? 'Cept it has those fancy lookin' lace things on it? And who the hell is Miyako!" It was like Nel was speaking a foreign language with him!

That earned him a third smack to the head. Neliel was beginning to get frustrated! "No, you idiot!" she yelled. "Miyako is a fashion designer! And she looks totally gorgeous—almost as gorgeous as me—with her pretty violet eyes and her voluminous hair, so get your dumb ass over there and say hi before I go back and get Senna!" She's tried numerous times in the past to help Ichigo with girls, but none of them seemed like his type—until Rukia showed up. Both of them were hotheads; it seemed like a perfect match to Nel.

"Wait, but—!" Nel literally *kicked his ass and completely cut him off, sending him flying right into Rukia as she was walking into class. He knocked her over and they fell onto the hard floor of the hallway, both of their books and notes scattering all over the place and into the air.

Ichigo slowly blinked his eyes open, still a little dizzy from the joyride Nel sent him on. He knew he landed on the floor, but for some reason, his face felt something smooth. All he could smell was the scent of vanilla—one of the few scents he actually liked. When his vision was finally focused, his eyes met bunnies. A lot of them. He squinted to read the tiny letters on the fabric, which made out to be: "Chappy the Bunny".

What the hell is this? He thought to himself. His eyes trailed up a bit more to see a scowling, red, upset-looking Rukia. "Oh hey, Rukia!" he greeted casually, making sure Nel heard him. Why is Rukia's face red?

Rukia's eye twitched. "P.. P…!" She was too embarrassed and upset to talk properly.

Afraid he'd get another smack, he frantically blocked his head with his hands. "W-What's wrong?"

"P…P-PERVERT!" she yelled furiously.

Confused, Ichigo looked around for the 'pervert', but when he began to notice what he was staring at, he, too, turned beet-red. He landed face-first into the deep neckline of her dress. "R-RUKIA! I'M SORRY!" he apologized, quickly bringing his hands to his eyes. "I'M SORRY!"

Rukia was so angry she couldn't even hear his apology. *She pulled both of his arms forward and behind her by the wrists and squished his face under her foot. "YOU LOUSY PERVERT!" she yelled. "PERVERTED STRAWBERRY!"

"WUKIA I'M SORREHCKKKK—" he mumbled, unable to apologize with the heel of her foot in his mouth.

"PERVERT!" she screeched, her face still slightly red. She looked around, relieved to see the halls had cleared up before Ichigo tackled her down. Feeling that she'd punished him enough, she let go of his arms and stood, straightening out her dress. She bent over and picked up their books and notes, breathing heavily from the scene he caused.

Ichigo looked up and scowled, the design of the bottom of Rukia's shoes stamped in the middle of his face. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR, MIDGET!" he yelled angrily.

Rukia blushed and scowled at him disbelievingly. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR'? YOU SAW…" She hesitated for a moment, but continued, "YOU SAW UNDER MY SHIRT, PERVERT!"

His face turned red again. "THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR!"

Neliel giggled and went to her sixth period class, amused by what she had caused. "See you later, Itsygo!" she called behind her.

Rukia brought her hands to her hips and tilted her head slightly, examining his condition: He had three bruises on his head, the mark of her shoe on his face, a scrape and a large bruise on his arm, and a puffy cheek. She squinted and looked him directly in the eyes.

He eyed her from bottom to top: Her left leg had a huge bruise on it, her dress was dirty, and her hair was a mess. Why do I feel bad? Nel was the one who kicked me into her… She's not even as injured as I am. His eyes were pleading her for forgiveness.

Unsure if she could believe him, she hesitated before extending her hand to him. "…It better have been an accident, you pervert.." she grumbled.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "No, I just have a fetish for Chappy the Bunny undergarments.." he said sarcastically. Rukia resisted the urge to smack him since he already had bruises.

She noticed his legs were a bit wobbly upon trying to stand up. She pulled his arm over her shoulder and held his waist with her free hand to support him, walking him into Kyoraku-sensei's class, but not without catching everyone's attention.

"Way to be discrete," he whispered to her. She glared at him. "Shut up."

"Ah, Rukia-chan and Ichigo-kun… Take your seats, please. You two are lucky the bells are broken, otherwise the tardy bell would've rung and I would've issued you both a detention." Kyoraku-sensei eyed the both of them, noticing their bruises. He sighed and walked over to the freezer. "I don't know what you two were up to during passing period, but don't let it happen again." He handed them multiple icepacks and motioned them to take a seat.

"Gomen'nasai," Rukia apologized. Ichigo nodded, "Yeah… Gomen'nasai, Kyoraku-sensei…" She helped him get to their seats, and once they got there, she placed icepacks on his visible bruises.

"Hey, Rukia?" Ichigo whispered holding an icepack to his head and an icepack to his cheek as Kyoraku-sensei began the lesson. Why are you helping me?

Rukia held an icepack to his bruised arm after she bandaged his scraped elbow. "Yeah?" she asked, making sure she wasn't applying too much pressure to his arm.

His brows furrowed. "Your leg," he whispered. She looked at him. "What about it?"

He rolled his eyes, "It's bruised, Midget."

She looked at her legs, finally noticing the large bruise on her left one. It began to throb, but she decided it wasn't important. Why do unnoticed bruises start hurting once you notice them? "Doesn't hurt," she half-lied.

Ichigo scowled. "I bet it does," he said. He moved the icepack from his cheek to her leg. "There. Feel better?"

"…Yeah, it kind of does," she admitted. "By the way… I'm sorry for denting your face with my foot. Pervert."

He smirked. "You better be sorry," he joked. "And I'm anything but a pervert." She pushed him playfully and rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Strawberry…"

Ichigo could see her lips slowly curl into a smile. He raised an eyebrow and eyed her suspiciously. "Something wrong, Midget?"

"I just realized something…" Rukia's smile only grew bigger. "You care!"

His eyes widened as blush spread on his cheeks. "W-What? The hell are you talking about?"

She danced in her seat, swaying the upper half of her body side to side. "You care about me, you care about me!" she stated in a sing-song voice. "If you didn't, you wouldn't have moved the icepack to my bruised leg! You care!"

"You're crazy," he said, scowling. "I don't care. I never did and I never will!"

"Whatever you say…" She didn't believe a word he said. She felt slightly conceited, but she shrugged it off and smiled triumphantly.

He cocked his head to the side. "You're annoying…" he mumbled. She is such a child!

He absentmindedly stared at her as she adjusted the icepack on his arm, wondering why she was so willing to help him. He wasn't sure what it was about her that made it possible for him to act and talk that way with someone he'd just met. But those violet eyes were etched into his memory, and after their little incident, it was all that was on his mind, even though he didn't want it to be.

Stupid Nel was right about stupid Rukia's stupid eyes.

(A/N): DAMN RIGHT NEL WAS RIGHT ABOUT HER EYES, ICHIGO! I finally finished! Longer chapter than I thought it would be. Sorry if my scenes with Neliel and Senna and Ichigo and Rukia (the perverted one) was a bit much. I kind of hoped it would give off the funny, smiley feelings you get when you watch Keigo or Kon (those comical scenes from the start of Bleach until the end of Rukia's execution, or those silly scenes in the filler arcs). And just because they're acting like the best of pals at the end of this chapter doesn't mean they're going to be softies and start flirting with each other in the next… Just a heads up!

*MILF stands for 'Mother I'd Like to Fuck'. In other words, a hot or ridiculously attractive mother.

*E! True Hollywood Story is an hour-long show that tells you about a celebrity's life before they were famous and how they achieved their fame.

*Nose-goes is a game where you touch your nose and yell, "Nose-goes!" into getting out of doing something. Example: If your mom is asking for either you or your sibling to wash the dishes, the person who touches their nose last and yells "Nose-goes!" has to do the dishes.

*Neliel threw Senna like how Ichigo threw Rukia to Renji from the execution stand. Imagine Senna with that cartoony look, with those huge tears streaming from the corners of her eyes as she screams hysterically, and instead of landing on Renji, she lands on Keigo and Chizuru—and they enjoy it. Hehe.

*When Nel literally kicks Ichigo's ass towards Rukia, it's like how Rukia kicked Ichigo's ass to go slay the hollow when they were standing on the rooftop of a building in chapter 196. I believe it was when she gave him the speech where she ends it with, "That's the kind of man you have been… in my heart, Ichigo!"

*Rukia steps on Ichigo's face and pulls his arms back much like when Kon was in Ichigo's body and he lunged at Rukia to give her a hug, but before he could, she stopped him and stepped on his face and pulled his arms back while she was sitting/laying on the ground. I think it's either when the first Menos Grande appears in the living world and Ichigo and Uryu try to fight it, or when Chad and Rukia are fighting the hollow Shrieker. I forgot…

I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!

-KawaiiShofu