It was so depressing. Orihime was clearly better for Ichigo. Lately, he had only been paying attention to her, and to tell the truth, Rukia was jealous. Orihime was so sweet, and nothing had changed between them. Orihime still offered Rukia her lethal food at lunch and they constantly chattered about things that didn't make any sense, but somehow this made Rukia hate her even more. 'Am I a bad person?', she wondered. Orihime knew that they were both in a battle, the victor to claim Ichigo. So why was she still so nice to Rukia? It made her feel guilty, and that made her despise Inoue. And yet, she still loved the bubbly, random girl for all her nonsense. They were still friends. And, that made it all the harder. If only it could be someone else. But... was Rukia going to give up Ichigo to save a friendship with a human she had known for about a year?

No way.

Annoyingly, Orihime also had a couple physical attractions on her side. The red head was tall, at least, taller than Rukia, had an astonishing hourglass figure, and her hair colour was closer to Ichigo's. Was that an advantage? Well, even if it was, Rukia wasn't going to sit back and watch. She may be short and slim, and if that wasn't Ichigo's thing, then she'd make it his thing.

"Sorry, Orihime", she whispered. "It's my turn." 

"Rukia?", Ichigo called from his desk chair. For some reason, the dark haired Soul Reaper who usually stayed in his closet wasn't in his room at all.

"Yes?", Rukia asked, poking her head round the door. Ichigo's cheeks blazed. She was wearing nothing but a white fluffy towel, tied under her arms, and stopping a way up her thighs. Droplets of water fell from her soaking hair to her shoulders, leaving gem-like sparkling circles of moisture on her pale skin. Her hair seemed longer drenched, and it reached quite a way down her back. Her violet eyes were gleaming, and her cheeks were warm due to the humidity she was carrying from the bathroom. 

It took Ichigo a second to adjust, and he shook his head, turning away. 

"What... what are you doing?!", he gasped. 

"Well... I was taking a bath, but you called me", she replied. Keep it simple. This was good. She knew Ichigo was a bit of a prude, he was so cute with his scarlet cheeks and bright orange spiky hair... so it was fun to tease him like this. She stepped into his room, approaching his chair slowly.

"You're getting the floor wet...", Ichigo flustered. 

She reached the back of his chair, and then his door was knocking. 

"Ichigo?", Yuzu's voice travelled in. 

"GET IN THERE AND STAY IN THERE", Ichigo ordered Rukia, flinging open the closet doors. What if his family saw her in his room like this?! 

What choice did she have? She got in. And yet, she couldn't wipe that smile off her face, because she knew it had been her turn, and this was going to be a tough one for Orihime to beat.

She giggled, hugging her knees to her chest.