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Hand Grenade

Ichigo smirked as he watched Rukia prowl around the room; she was looking for the book he had stolen from her. He finally began to ignore her and she complied by walking out of his bedroom. Sighing, he fell back onto his bed and flipped on his radio. Music began to flow through the speakers, and as the songs wore on, he was about to turn it off; loud, annoying ... why was all music crap? But as his hand hovered over the 'off' button, he stopped and listened to the words of the current song.

She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous

He shook his head; now who did he knew that sounded like that?

Jackpot.

Rukia.

He moved his hand away from the dial and continued to listen to the song. She was indeed dangerous ... more so than her sweet, short, school-girl act made people think. Why, just the other day, she had hit Keigo so hard in the crotch that he was limping for a week, but he didn't know why; she had erased his memory. But still ... the song seemed to describe her perfectly.

She's a rebel, Vigilante.
Missing link on the brink of destruction.
From Chicago, to Toronto, she's the one that they
call old whatsername.

Ichigo laughed outright. Well ... the missing link on the brink of destruction certainly fit. Maybe not 'Whatshername', though. Once you met her, you never forgot. Ever. As he was so terribly reminded every morning when she jumped up onto his bed and yelled at him to wake up; they only had three hours until school.

Is she dreaming
what I'm thinking?
Is she the mother of all bombs
gonna detonate?

Maybe. That was definitely a possibility. Most likely unless she found the manga he had hidden from her.

Ouch.

For him.

She's the symbol,
of resistance,
and she's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade.

Ichigo felt himself jump as the words hit him. But then ... he felt himself smiling despite everything. Yeah. That part was true, too. Somehow, she had grabbed hold of his heart, and she hadn't let it go. She never would, either. And as much as he yelled at her or screamed or as much as she kicked him for insulting her drawings ... she was holding his heart in her hands. And he didn't want her to let it go. But he didn't want her to break it, either. That was why he never told her anything; he didn't want his heart breaking.

He sighed and turned off the radio before the next song could come on. He wanted to remember that one.

Yeah. She was dangerous, all right. But she did hold his heart ...

... just like a hand grenade.

"Just don't drop it, dope," he whispered to himself, reaching under his pillow to grab the book he was reading; the one he had stolen from Rukia.

And she's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade.

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