His And Her Relationship

Disclaimer: Okay, I'll only say this once. I don't own Bleach or any of its character.

Summary: "Ichigo, meet our new neighbor," his mother said and the girl standing in front of them held out her hand, "Hi. I'm Kuchiki Rukia." He hesitated for a moment before answering, "Hi, my name's Kurosaki Ichigo. I'm 5 years old." An ordinary meeting in an ordinary world. AU. T just for safe.

Chapter 1: New Girl In The Neighborhood

"It's okay, Ichigo. You can come out now," the beautiful woman chuckled as she reached behind her to her son who was hiding behind her skirt.

The small orange-haired boy peeked out.

"This is our new neighbor," his mother patted him on the back to encourage him to come out of his hiding. The boy scooted out but his left hand still clutching on his mother skirt tightly while his index finger was stuck between his pursed lips.

His round amber eyes flicked up as he eyed the person standing in front of him. The first person was a tall man with a stoic expression. And even though he offered words of greetings, Ichigo felt that he was saying it out of courtesy. He tightened his grip.

Then he turned to the next person standing beside the first man. And Ichigo blushed as he saw her grinning back at him, her violet eyes sparkled with amusement. She was wearing a sleeveless white dress with colorful printed bunnies on its hem while her sandals were covered with mud. She was a head taller than he was, making him had to tilt his head up just to meet her eyes.

"Hi," she thrust her hand in front of the little boy while her other rested on her hip, "I'm Kuchiki Rukia."

Ichigo blushed even deeper before turning to her mother, who nodded her head in reassurance. He stared at the offered hand before slowly accepting it. His small and chubby fingers gripped on her bigger ones and gave it a good shake.

Seeing her wide grin, his lips curled up and returned her grin with his toothy ones as he introduce himself the way his mother had taught him.

"Hi, my name's Kurosaki Ichigo. I'm 5 years old," he announced cheerfully.

"Good boy," the girl reached down and ruffled the boy's orange hair, "I think we can be good friends."

"Um!" He nodded fitfully.

"Now go on play with Rukia-nee-chan, Ichigo. Mommy and Daddy have something to discuss with Mr. Kuchiki," his mother nudged him.

"Do you want to see my card collection?" Rukia offered her hand once again, and this time the boy took it without hesitation and followed her into the house.

Kurosaki Masaki smiled to the door as he took her husband's arms.

"What a lovely daughter you have there Mr. Kuchiki," she said to the other man.

Kuchiki Byakuya gave her a sad smile before answering, "She is not my daughter. She is my late wife's sister."

"Oh," Masaki raised her hand to her mouth, "Poor kid. How old is she?"

"She's 10."


A/N: Yet another new story. My other ones will come out eventually (soon enough I hope). LOL. I'm still working on it. And this was the product of my hungry stomach. Very short. And it's finished. I'll update this daily, depending on the reviews. Okay, I hope you enjoy reading it and drop me a review if you like.