He ignored his friends' questioning looks, he sat down beside Renji, and ate the bento that Yuzru made him without tasting it. That girl, Kagome, is strange. She has this pull that makes me gravitate toward her. He sighed as he finished the bento, and Rukia made a werid, strangled noise, making the strawberry look up to see the problem, only to choke on the soda that he began drinking when he met cinnamon eyes.

"K-Kagome!" He wipped his mouth his the back of his hand and cleared his throat.

Kagome gave a strainned smile and held up her own bento. "May I join you guys?" She asked politely. Glancing around, he saw that no one was objecting, so he nodded and blushed when he recieved a semi-warm smile. She sat beside him to his left and it grew silent. Kagome's eyebrow twitched, but she began to eat. Maybe this was a bad idea, after all. She sighed and boredly ate her split sasuage she made this morning. Orihime cleared her throat and smiled brightly when Kagome gave her a questioning look.

"M-My name is Orihime Inoue," She laughed nervously when she recived a blank look. "Um. Are you related to that dark haired guy? Ulquiorra?" She inquired.

Kagome shook her head, almost incredulously. "No, I have no blood relation with him. Why do you ask?" She tilted her head to the side, unconciously baring her neck to Ichigo who blushed darkly.

"N-No reason," She grinned widely and hastily stuffed her face with weird pink colored food that looked to have meat sticking outside of it.

Kagome blinked. "May I ask, what are you are eating, Inoue-san?" The group groaned as Orihime happily explained the ingridents that she mixed together. How is it that she survives? The ancient miko thought with a sweatdrop.

"Would you like to try some?" She held up the food with her chopsticks.

Not wanting to be rude, Kagome help up her own chopsticks to pluck the offered piece of food from the busty girl. "Sure," She mumbled. Cinnamon colored eyes widened as the taste exploded in her mouth and moaned in bliss. After she swallowed the chewed food, she clasped hands with Orihime and beamed at her with a radiant smile. "It's so delicious! You must tell me all of the ingredients you put together to make such wonderful dishes!" Kagome exclaimed, the happy glow she used to sport over 500 years ago for the moment.

"Dude..," Ichigo was disgusted, appalled, and awe all at the same time. She didn't puke, pass out, or die. The orange haired shinigami was truly impressed. Chad hummed in amuesment, Uryuu shook his head and pushed up his square framed glasses, Tatsuki was a bit green in the face, Rukia was staring wide eyed at Kagome who took more of Orihime's luch, and Renji gagged.

*****

Oh Kagome, why do you make me feel this way? The strange feeling a tingling sensation whenever you are near, making my heart pound in my ears. Is this love? Gin sighed from under that shade that the tall oak tree provided. Leaning against the trunk of the healthly tree, thumping his head against it harshly. Do I honestly love Kagome? She is independent, beautiful, and strong. Though she is kind of indifferent, which does not find her. 

"Yo Gin," a gruff voice called out to the male, and he looked over at his intruder, seeing it was only Grimmjow.

"What is it now, Grimmjow?" He seemed to sigh as he stood to face the sixth Espada.

"Ya like Kagome, don't cha?" The bluenette grinned rougishly as the brown haired guy opened his icy blue eyes to stare at him blankly/

"So do you, baka," Gin muttered as he crossed his arms over his lean chest.

"I gotta plan to make her ours!"