theorangecaptain replied to your post:*puts ice cubes down her shirt and runs away*

“Help with the ice

you dropped down my shirt? Yeah that would very helpful at the moment…” She huffily replied, after all she doubted he would actually reach down the front of her uniform to grab the ice.

Nods and casually puts his hand down her shirt; stone-faced in concentration while attempting to grab the ice.  "I'll get it, hold on..."

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A little girl stares at her reflection, her every move able to be seen, calculated, inspected in this room full of mirrors. The music becomes her heartbeat, her stance. With every beat and every line her body contorts, spins or rolls. She goes for the C jump, and fails miserably in a crumbled heap of grunts on the floor. It’s then the music stops- her heartbeat along with it- as violet orbs turn to face a security guard. Time ticks back into motion and she jumps to her feet, running through the exit and down the ragged fire escape, barely making the leap into the dumpster which breaks her fall. She laughs, exhilarated.

She comes “home" to an angry director. He knows where she was. “She was in that damn dance studio again!” He’d shout to the higher ups, pleading that they’d move her to another home. She was too much trouble. “She doesn’t listen to anything I say!” says the serpent who’d lay his hands on the children he was supposed to protect. It didn’t matter. She’d flea that night anyhow, no one beside her but her two best friends; Renji and Orihime. They had no idea what they were doing; they were just kids.

Maybe twelve was too young to live on the streets but twelve was too young for anything she’d gone through, really. Twelve was too young to have no parents. Twelve was too young to get taken away from her sister because she was too strung out to feed her. Twelve was too young to have to become the mother of her friends. Twelve was too young to have to fight raccoons for food but they’d do it anyway.

She’d lie awake at night staring into the big wide nothing called the sky, hoping that it really was something. That there was a reason all of this was happening. Her hands would clutch the two laying at either side of her, hoping against hope that they’d make it. To where she didn’t know quite yet. They just had to.

Casual mornings were 'a-dime-a-dozen' for the orange-haired teen.  iPod in hand and his jacket over his shoulder, the male walked, once again, down Bakers Street: his eyes scanning the familiar scenery as his head bopped to his favorite song.  Being 14, the male stood a lot to gain by keeping his image of the 'distant enigma' he had aspired to be as he grew; seeing as his father and sisters were as vibrant and cheerful as they could be, even in character, he had always tried to be different.  After all, what use was it to be just like everyone else?

Strolling down the familiar, hazy maze-ways of downtown, the male couldn't help but halt as he heard rustling and short whispering noises coming from an alleyway a couple meters in front of him.  Casually turning his head as he walked past, all he could glance to see was violet, red, and orange hair in a group of kids slightly younger than him huddled close together.  

Ichigo would see the trio often over the months to pass; from the raven-haired female running in and out of the dance studio he himself frequented as he entered late at night, to the other pair waiting for her outside to sneak away before anyone could catch them.  As time passed, Ichigo thought to disregard them; after all, they weren't bothering him, so he didn't see any reason to approach them.

In his own life, the male spent his time between studying, reading comics, and boxing.  The time he spent in the dance studio was mainly to jump rope, work on his form and signature moves, and workout while being able to watch himself; the gym was too crowded for his taste, preferring to be alone and without anyone to watch him.  However, in these workout sessions, especially the time he spent there later in the night, he would sometimes bring out the boombox he had bartered there and practice something else.  Having seen many a dance-battle in the streets of the city, Ichigo couldn't help but be intrigued by their sharp turns, mind-bending acrobatics, and smooth movements.  This was so out of character for him that he constantly made sure that not a soul would see him when practicing his dances, being that the effort was not in his character, and could be seen as a form of hindering judgement by anyone who knew him for his boxing talent.

Months turned into years as the male continued: day-to-day training, medals won, titles claimed, and a reputation obtained; Ichigo was content with his life.  Though, he would never admit or be seen indulging in his secondary hobby, even with its entrancing hold on his heart.

Rukia smiled softly into the kiss and gently shifted her hands from her own lap, to slide up his chest to meet his neck; pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Just as he was.

The spark that Rukia felt was enough for a wash of heat to crash and burn through her body. She continued to mesh her lips with his; his lips were soft and well kept, just as she had imagined plenty of times. Her first kiss with Ichigo was, as she would put it, perfect.

"I-Ichi.." She breathed out, trying to complete a sentence, which was proving difficult in her intoxicated state, the heat that she felt amongst herself was making her crave more. Although, some part of herself told her that it may be pushing her luck, but she would never know until she tried.

Long minutes passed, the two still meshing their lips together as if their very existence depended on it; Ichigo's grip on her waist began to tighten as small hums emitted from the male's throat.  The entire experience was so invigorating for the male; his eyes had closed to allow his sense of touch to open a whole new level of excitement, bringing his focus to the kisses and touches themselves rather than what he saw.

As the pair kissed, Ichigo's body subconsciously drew closer to hers, his slight pressure on her body causing the pair of them to slide along the couch.  In that moment, Ichigo was now leaning over Rukia as she lay face-up on the couch underneath him.  Being intoxicated, the male blushed and broke the kiss for a second to attempt to make sure she was okay with the progress their intimacy was taking...however futile that attempt might become due to the sensual position they were now in.

"Ru....Rukia...you....oh..."  

His strained effort to communicate fell to the continued kissing, his desire to keep the intimacy too great to halt himself further.

"Forget about me. You seem exhausted.. would you like a massage, hmm?" Sitting up a bit more she place her hands on his stiff shoulders and gently started kneading them. "You should relax more, silly.."

He was so tired that he didn't even attempt to make any boyfriend-esque remarks about how he could never forget her; it simply didn't occur to him in his state of exhaustion.  

Turning back to his papers, he once more picked up the pencil he was using and wrote out a few more notes and sentences.  "I can't relax, babe...final examinations are this weekend for my students; I have so much to d...do..."  Her fingers kneading into his shoulders, the male's eyes fluttered between open and closed; even the simple act of rubbing his aching muscles was weakening any sort of focus he could attempt to maintain.  "Ma...Mashiro...I can't...focus..with your...ughh..."  It didn't take long for him to give in.  One thing was sure, he needed the relaxing massaging more than he thought he did.  "Mmm...thanks, Mashi..." 

*~New Data Acquired~*

The male stepped into the room and looked around, his white Captain’s haori flowing behind him.  Only having been in this exact corner of the Sereitei once before, he was still new to the research and development aspect of the Gotei 13.  

The formal approach threw him off a bit, but Ichigo blinked and spoke: raising an eyebrow as he did so.  ”Oh, hey Rin, I wasn’t sure if anyone would be here during lunch.  And…just call me Ichigo; you don’t have to be formal with me, alright?”  Meandering into the laboratory, Ichigo sat some files onto a desk counter.  "These are for your Lieutenant or Captain, whichever gets them first; details on the progress of certain zanpakuto abilities from the Academy students in my class.  It’s on orders from Head Captain Kyoraku to keep tabs on their abilities as they progress through their courses."  

"Oh, ah, Alright. Ichigo then." He murmured with a slight flush on his face. He wasn’t used to being so informal with people who were so superior to him. The relationship he had with his captain was very tense and very formal, of course that might be due to the looming threat of his captain using him for experiments or just out right killing him. "I’ll make sure that they get them." The petite male assured sheepishly. He should probably  take them straight to Lieutenant Kurotsuchi. Captain Kurotsuchi was always so busy and distracted by his own personal business. And she was the safe choice anyway. 

Ichigo half-smirked at the shy officer; in the time he had known the short member of the 12th Division, they hadn't really interacted much on a one-on-one level.  "Thanks, Rin."

Spotting the machinery and multiple items if interest near the others' workstation, Ichigo's eyes widened as he meandered toward the miscellaneous items that seemed to be beeping, flashing, or even in some cases a mix of both; now having the slightest clue what each piece did or what purpose it served.  Turning to the station Rin was standing near, the curious male leaned over the counter; careful not to touch anything.  "Mind if I ask what you're working on?  I won't pretend to understand it all, but sue me for being curious."

  "Boring and unproductive?  Sounds like a normal day for you, then, eh?"

Smirking slightly, Ichigo chuckled and held his papers close; knowing full well now that if he entrusted them to her, they would either not get where they needed to go, or they would take a day and a half to get to her Captain.  Mentally sighing, he couldn’t help but still admire the Lieutenant for how long she’d been able to continuously dodge work from probably the most hard-working Captain in the Sereitei.

"I was actually about to deliver some paperwork to your Captain.  Then I’ve got to oversee one of my student’s training.  Classes at the Academy are keeping me busy, for sure."

“Pretty much." She chuckled. It was true, most days were like this, even though she did have a stack of paperwork to be doing. But Rangiku had plenty of time to work on those, so going out and bugging others wouldn’t hurt. 

It was a little bit of a disappointment to hear that he was busy, she was hoping he’d be willing to kill some time with her. “That’s a shame, I was going to ask if you wanted to have a drink or two." She pouted, making out she was really disappointed, also giving him the slight puppy eyed look. She could at least try and get him to spend time with her.

Ichigo almost gave her a scathing look for the obvious puppy eyes she was giving him.  Almost.  He wasn't sure if it was more of her simply being too coy for him to refuse, or it was simply his desire for a drink that held his tongue.

Instead, the male shook his head and chuckled.  "Well...if I drop these off in Toshiro's office, I'm free for the rest of the night.  How about we stop by there, then head out for a drink?"

Confess and Forgive?

"Alright, if you say so."  

Ichigo wasn’t sure what was driving him to try and offer favors to her.  Perhaps it was out of a desire to maintain the level of friendship they had established only moments before.  Maybe he was just buying more time to spend with her with some lame excuse like offering to pay for the drinks.

All in all, Ichigo was definitely not used to dealing with this situation; especially not with Tatsuki.  

There was something odd about the situation besides the obvious tension still lingering in the air.  After this spat, Ichigo was already over what was said and what happened; already prepared to resume their relationship from where it used to be.  For her…it seemed she wasn’t ready; apprehensive and judgmental of his actions, Ichigo could see the readable wariness in her responses.

Letting out a sigh and shaking his head a little to rid himself of the daze of thoughts still barraging his mind, the Captain decided to attempt to schedule something for a future date; maybe she just needed time.  "Well, seeing as going with you would be odd without a Gigai…what about going to grab lunch or something in a couple days?  It’ll give me time to spend with my family and see the others before the week begins.  How about it?"

"I do say so."

What was he doing? If he wanted to tag along he could, she didn’t have any problems with that. Though she doubt that even with his time in soul society that he was used to dealing with the confusing logic of a woman any better than he had been back in high school.

He was still the same in her eyes, sure he had matured physically and his voice had deepened some, but he was still Ichigo. That goof that got flustered at seeing a woman in a V-neck shirt.

Wait… did he just… ask her out?

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Haha, you can call it whatever you want.  I'm just suggesting we grab a bite to eat soon; nothing major."  

His tone was slightly teasing; he honestly wasn't too fussed if it was a date or not, but the male did want to put more effort in to rekindling their old relationship than just coming to terms with past events.  If he had left it there, at least to him, it would have felt like a 'patch-job': just something to pacify their standing for the time being.  

The fact that she immediately thought it was a date was slightly funny to Ichigo; he hadn't pegged Tatsuki for the 'rushing-to-conclusions' type. 

{♞—;

          “Ichigo, I wish to see the outside world. Will you materialize me?"

Requested the young spirit, as the curiosity within him grew. It’s been a long time since the war between Quincies, and for his wielder to be titled a Captain. Though he knew that his sudden appearance will cause open wounds to reopen. Tensa Zangetsu planned to keep the hood attached to his cloak, over his head. To make it almost impossible to distinguish himself.

"Uh...yeah, sure."

The odd request shocked him even more with how long it had been since casual conversation had occurred between the partners.  In fact, thinking back on it, Zazngetsu hadn't asked him for much in the past; save for the ever-present need to mature and strengthen their bond: a fact that Ichigo would never hold against the spirit, being that his pushing had saved his and many others' lives on numerous occasions. 

Having been meandering about the Sereitei wasting time as it was, Ichigo had no qualms with the request; random as it was.  Halting near Hogyoku Hill, Ichigo brought his blades above his head and crossed them; releasing his own spiritual pressure to allow the transformation.  A small flash of blue; his blades disappeared, replaced by a hooded figure he knew all too well.  

Sizing up the male, there seemed to be little to no change in his appearance over the years; a fact he could almost be thankful for.  "How long has it been since you've been out and about like this?"  Ichigo hadn't actually thought to interact too much with the zanpakuto since becoming a Captain; in that moment, he silently vowed to change that.

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