This was only supposed to be a one-shot but due to the popularity I have written another chapter!

So you have Vi0letButterfly, watery4441, Prizz, cafard, The Master Insaniac, and Rukia's Reflection to thank because I only respond to reviews! (Though the favorites and alerts are nice, I like reading feedback)

I haven't been too crazy about the last chapters but at least we got some good IchiRuki moments! Rukia thinking about how Ichigo changed everyone and Ichigo's face when she jumped in front of Tsukishima.

How can you deny the love!

Anyway, comments please!

Own nothing or else this would be canon.


The rain drags the black sun down, but the rain is dried by the white moon.

A light breeze entered the tiny room through an open window. The sun's rays shined upon a tan face as chestnut eyes opened slowly to the light.

The owner of those deep eyes tried to stretch out sore limbs but found that a small but noticeable weight was preventing any movement.

Looking down, a head full of soft raven hair came into sight.

The eyes blinked a few times as the events of the previous day came rushing back.

There was a dirty fish tank. There was a dark, empty room controlled by a young boy. There was a battle between nakama. There was a betrayal of trust. There was the rain weeping at the sound of loss.

And there was warmth.

The warmth a glowing sword imbedded in his chest.

The warmth of large, hypnotic violet eyes that promised the world.

Ichigo couldn't help but smile. It was probably the third craziest day of his life, behind the all-day battles of Hueco Mundo and Fake Karakura Town and, of course, that first night when the woman in his arms changed his world.

Rukia was practically laying on top of him, one leg in-between his, her head directly over his heart.

Just where it should be.

He tightened the arm he had around her shoulders while the other hand moved some stray locks from her face.

She looked so different asleep. The hard lines of a warrior faded into her flesh, making her appear young and surprisingly vulnerable.

He kept one limb around her while placing the other behind his head, thinking about the previous night.

Quite honestly, Ichigo had no idea what had gotten into him.

He remembered waking up with Rukia standing by his bed. It was déjà vu all over again as their last day together came to mind. And it was the fear of her disappearing from his sight again that made him confess.

"No, I'm tired of waiting. I've had to wait for seventeen months… you know how I feel about you..."


"And I know you feel the same way."

"You make it sound so simple. This can't happen and you know it."

"You make it sound so complicated. Why? Is it because I'm human? I'm not exactly human anymore."

"I'm dead. You're alive."

But he hadn't been alive. He went to school, he got a job, he hit his father, but he was not alive.

Life is meaningless without a purpose.

And that's why he could never accept her reasoning.

"One question Rukia: during all this time… were you not thinking of me?"

"You were my first thought each morning."

Ichigo was the opposite. For almost two years, he worked hard trying not the remember anything.

He didn't want to remember a man in a flowing black cloak standing on an inverted skyscraper.

He didn't want to remember an endless desert where the sky was always dark with a crescent moon hovering overhead.

And he certainly didn't want to remember an angelic vision in white surrounded by flames, the light making her hair shimmer and breathtaking eyes full of awe…

Then again, she had always been so much stronger than him.

In any event, it was that fear of losing this woman again that made him act that way. Somehow, in his ever illogical teenage mind, having her directly beneath him would prevent her from leaving.

It might not have made sense but it did work.

The arm around her pastel shoulders moved to lightly trace her spine, hoping to gently rouse her from slumber.

Dark lashes fluttered as they awoke from dreams. The violet orbs they covered went from sleepy to a kind of quiet understanding.

Rukia smiled slightly as her own thoughts caught up with her.

"It was real then."

Ichigo chuckled. "That's my line."

A moment of silence passed between them.

"So… when did you cut your hair?"

The question was answered with a hard punch to his chest.

"Idiot! After what happened last night, you try to start small talk about my hair!" the death god yelled in anger.

"Ouch! Sorry! I wasn't sure what to say!" the substitute cried out but didn't fight back.

He knew she wasn't really angry but needed to remind him that she wasn't going soft on him.

He wouldn't want it any other way.

Rukia was tempted to go one but then remembered they were both naked in his bed. Maybe an argument wasn't the best course of action.

Taking a deep breath and laying her head back on his chest, she asked, "What do we do now?"

He thought about it for a moment before replying. "No idea."

She resisted the urge to hit him again but a vein on her forehead did bulge.

"Wonderful answer, Ichigo. So nice to see that you're inability to think anything through hasn't changed."

"Why would I need to when you do all the thinking for me?" he joked.

Now that punch he deserved.

"Well one of us has to! Our relationship was complicated and confusing before and now that we… we…" she trailed off, suddenly looking embarrassed.

"Had sex?" Ichigo said casually.

"Don't say it like that!" she yelled, her face during an adorable shade of pink.

"Then how would you like me to say it?" the boy teasingly asked. "Made love, had intercourse, coupled, mated…"

"Enough!" she yelled as Ichigo held back laughter at her flustered expression. Seriously, it had already happened and she was getting worked up about terminology.

Rukia ran her fingers through her hair.

"You worry too much," he whispered in her ear.

"And you never worry about anything. Ichigo, things have changed. I'm a lieutenant now. I have responsibilities to the Thirteenth Division, to the Gotei 13, to Soul Society. I can't just stay in your closet like before…"

She was cut off by a pair of pair of insistent lips. She froze only for a moment before surrendering to their heat.

He broke their mouths apart after a few moments but it was enough to leave her breathless. She tried to lean down again but he stopped her.

"You also talk too much. There doesn't need to be some great plan. You broke me that first night. Broke through the walls that I had built up after my mother's death… that's when I fell in love with you…"

Rukia closed her eyes, not wanting him to see the water that was forming; the same was true for her.

His hand reached under chin, tilting her face up. He wasn't upset that she was crying; neither of them were good at expressing such deep feelings.

Gently, he wiped away the tears from her cheeks, giving her a moment to gain control over her emotions.

"Do you… do you think she would have approved…"

"Probably not the whole fighting spiritual beings and nearly getting killed every other day," he started, "But of you? Rukia… you make the rain stop. That would be more than enough for her..."

This time she initiated the kiss and unlike last time he did not stop.

Their needs had finally taken over.

Rukia crawled fully on top of him, her hands holding down his shoulders as his moved into her hair. She ended the connection and moved down to his throat, nipping at the already wet skin, hearing him groan in response.

Her head moved down to his chest, going every so torturously slow.

He tried to flip her over, to gain control, but she would have none of it. She planted her knees by his thighs, feeling his arousal near her inner, moist flesh.

He placed his hands on her hips, trying to guide her to where he needed her to be.

Rukia snickered slightly at the great and powerful Kurosaki Ichigo succumbing to her touch but she too was tired of the teasing. She needed more.

Not a moment later, he was inside her, filling her up, deep moans coming from them both.

The eternal dance began again as their pelvises moved in unison.

Rukia never knew such pleasure existed as she began to focus slowly on the motions of her lower body.

Ichigo's hands were first on her waist, then raising slowly over her curves until he cupped her breasts and back down again.

After repeating this a few times, one hand rested on her womb, trying to feel himself moving inside her.

The small part of his mind that wasn't clouded by lust was studying her body, seeing how it was different from his as she moved up and down in the sunlight.

They just fit so perfectly together, and not just literally.

He was tall and lean, bright and bronze, angular and hard; she was small and petite, dark and pale, round and soft.

It wasn't that they were opposites.

They balanced each other.

Yin and Yang.

Fire and Ice.

Life and Death.

Black and White.

Darkness and Light.

The sun and the moon.

Yes, that was the best metaphor.

Ichigo was the sun and not just because of his hair. He radiated passion, shined down upon all others, bringing out their strengths. He was the center of gravity; everything, even the giants of the Solar System, revolved around him.

Rukia was the moon. The clear white orb in the black sky, giving light to the dark world below, controlling the tides around her. Ever changing, always beautiful, but glowed brightest when the sun was behind her.

Together they were an eclipse.

Something rare.

Something mysterious.

Something that you couldn't take your eyes off of.

Something unforgettable.

He sat up, one arm on the sheet to steady himself, the other on her back, pressing her chest against his. Her limbs wrapped around his neck, holding on as tightly as she could as the end neared.

Their muscles began to shake uncontrollably, eyes tightly closed as the final movements arrived.

They cried out together, their bodies going ridged for a moment as the overwhelming pleasure ignited every nerve, electricity running through their veins.

Ichigo fell onto his pillow as Rukia collapsed on top of him, their limbs slick as they recovered from their flash of bliss.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yeah… you?" she replied.

"Never better," he answered with an arrogant smirk.

Rukia was tempted to wipe that smug look off his face but she couldn't feel her hands. "Stupid male."

They were silent for a few minutes, both focusing on just catching their breaths.

"Listen Rukia," he started. "I know you're worried but everything will work out. In case you haven't noticed, I'm the exception to all the rules in your world. All I know is that I don't want to live without you. Technically I can, I have for over a year, but I don't want to. I wasn't happy. And I know it's the same for you."

"You presume much, Kurosaki Ichigo," she said looking up, her face one of pure content.

"Am I wrong?"

"No, but you shouldn't make assumptions," she lightly teased.

Instead of responding, he reversed their positions, claiming her lips in an overwhelming kiss. She melted instantly.

"Good," he thought, "I have a new weapon."

After ending the connection, he rested his forehead against hers, their eyes speaking to each other in a way that words could never describe.

Well, there was something he had to ask.

"I do have one request."

"Oh?" Rukia asked with a raised eyebrow. "And what is it?"

He cupped her neck lightly, feeling her shudder under his touch.

"Just promise me something…"he trailed off.

"Yes…" she said in growing curiosity.

"Don't tell Byakuya."


So there's the sequel! What'd ya think?

Heehee, I don't think Ichigo really wants to fight Bya-kun again! I know that hill would not survive if nii-sama found out!

Unless of course I write a confrontation scene between the two…

PS: the quote is from Kubo. How can he say they won't get together?

Love from EvanSol0919!