Ichigo ran down the people filled streets not caring whether he bumped into someone or not. He had to make sure Rukia was ok. He knew very well that he was being a stupid idiot and that Rukia would most likely be angry when he returned home. He just didn't care.

For once, he wanted to be selfish, he wanted to do something for himself, something that he wanted to do. Orihime will get over it... After all, why would she be so sad that I left? It's not like she likes me or anything. The Kurosaki Clinic wasn't far now, a few more minutes and Ichigo would finally make it home. Finally!

After one last pant, the strawberry stood at his front door. He wasted no time in unlocking it, and once inside he simply through the keys aside, not giving a moments thought as to where they might land. He raced upstairs not bothering to say hello to his sisters who were watching TV in the lounge room.

"Ruki-a...?" Ichigo stood at the door which lead to his room, inside, Rukia was sleeping soundly curled up the strawberry's blankets and messy array of pillows. I was worried for nothing... She's fine after all. Ichigo quietly crept into his bedroom, careful not to wake the sleeping soul reaper. He bent down so that he was eye level with Rukia and began to slowly stroke her hair. It was soft, and well taken care of despite the amount of time the raven spent on the battlefield.

Rukia murmured something too quite for Ichigo to hear. The strawberry rested his head on the side of bed and closed his eyes.

It had been a long day.

I'll leave it up to you to decide what happens next.

Anyways, I hope you've been enjoying, thx for all the votes! Stay tuned for more... Though I am running out of ideas.. Oh well, I'll think of something! See ya!