Sonata for the Death and the Strawberry

Atagoki: Sorry I haven't reviewed in forever, but I do hope you're enjoying this story and my newest addition; The Chemical Reaction. Anyway, on with the show!

Disclaimer: Thy art wishing she owned Bleach...but she doth...not?

Chapter 5:

"Can I see your notes on the rumba?" Rukia asked, peering over his shoulder.

"Iie." No.

"Onegai? Please?"

"Iie."

"Onegai?"

"Iie."

"Onegai?"

"Fine!"

"Arigatou." Rukia snatched his notebook and scribbled the notes into her own notebook. "Hm...the rumba is the lady's dance. Exactly how it should be. Hah...sexy...hah!" she giggled to herself. "You couldn't pull off this dance, Ichigo."

He looked at her and his eyes flashed. "Urusse! I could if I wanted to."

"Right...and I'm the king of Hawaii."

He frowned and rolled his eyes. "I think the real statement is that you couldn't pull it off. It requires grace and beauty. Two things you're lacking."

"I could!"

"Right...midget."

Knee met thigh and Rukia frowned. "I could! I can pull off sexy and grace and beauty. You just watch!"

"Well, who's going to be your dance partner? Dad? Yuzu? Karin?"

Her eyes narrowed and then her eyes opened.

"I know that look. Oh, no. Oh, hell no. Get away midget. Get away now."

"You do this and I'll be nice to you for three days."

Ichigo choked from laughter. "That may work for you, but I need a whole month to do this. Besides, I still am working on my notes. Go pester Chad or Ishida."

"I bet if I asked Keigo he'd do it."

Ichigo froze. Hell, if she asked him, he'd be all over her and violate her in mind scarring ways. He'd grope her and touch her ass...and then if Renji and Byakuya found out. "Hey there, new dance partner. Let's get started." Rukia grinned. She always got her way. But not this time. "Nine days of being nice, by the way."

"Two." she replied.

"Eight."

"Three."

"Seven." his eyes flashed in determination.

"Five."

"Six."

"...one."

"Nani?"

"Five or one. You choose."

"Five...bitch. OW! That is not nice!"

"Suck it up."