Hola there! :D Sooooo... I had this posted a while ago ( a longggg time ago, actually... o.O) buttt I took it down for... some reason... e.o buttt I was going through my stuff and decided I want to post it again, maybe with some revisions this time! Soo I hope ya like it! Umm... oh beware! A LOT OF CUSSING! AND PERVERTED PEOPLE :D :D :D hahaha ^^ anyways...ummm... yep. that's about it...

Enjoy!

Rukia was furious. How could her brother do this to her? She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself! The small girl walked down the halls of her brother's office purposefully, steering off anyone thinking about coming near her with the piercing glare she wore.

She looked a lot like her brother, with dark, silky black hair that flipped up at the bottom near her shoulders and one thick, stubborn piece of hair that refused to stay out of her face. Her skin was pale and smooth, contradicting her dark hair, and was very short. Rukia Kuchiki's eyes, though—her eyes were what really caught people's attention. They were a deep purple- blue, that could be soft at times and cool and demanding at others.

The small girl burst through a door and into her brother's office. Her brother, Byakuya Kuchiki, sat calmly behind his desk with his fingers intertwined on the desk professionally.

"Brother, how could you do this?" she demanded. Under normal circumstances, she would never talk to her brother like this, but at the moment she was really pissed. Byakuya gazed at her icily.

"Rukia, must I ask you more to knock before you come in?" Rukia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

"I'm sorry, brother," she said through clenched teeth, "I just wanted to know what I did to make you do this."

"I do not want you getting into any more trouble," Byakuya told her simply, "I will make sure my little sister is safe. That is why I asked Mr. Kurosaki to come here." Rukia turned in surprise to the man to her right, who until now had remained unnoticed. The first thing that caught her attention was his height. He was tall for a man, and way taller than her.

The next thing she saw was his hair; bright orange. His face held a deep scowl, though Rukia had to admit he was very handsome. Kurosaki, as he was called, wore a simple white button-up shirt, but this served well in outlining his chiseled muscles. He wore long black slacks and matching shoes. Rukia's eyes drifted back up to his face and saw his deep amber eyes looking back at her.

"This is Ichigo Kurosaki," Byakuya said, "he will be your new body guard." Rukia suddenly remembered why she was there and felt her temper rise once again.

"But brother, I don't need protection," she protested, "Last week was just a fluke! It won't happen again—"

"No it won't," Byakuya cut in, "because Mr. Kurosaki will be staying with you to make sure nothing of the sort happens. Now please leave, and take Mr. Kurosaki with you. You can show him his living quarters for now on." Rukia huffed, but knew she was defeated. Without another word she pivoted and stormed out of the office, annoyed to hear another set of feet at her heals.

Ichigo never had been patient. He hated waiting on anything, from being in line at the movies to waiting for someone to bring him his food. Now he stood in Byakuya Kuchiki's office, waiting for his little sister to arrive. Byakuya, Ichigo thought, was a pretty stiff dude; he could tell that the powerful business man wouldn't take no for an answer if it was something he really wanted. Other than the relation to Byakuya, Ichigo knew nothing about his sister, Rukia, other than what he heard from everyone else. From what he gathered, she was about as stiff as Byakuya was, if not meaner. To say the least, Ichigo was not looking forward to working as her body guard.

Suddenly the door to the office burst open, and the girl he assumed to be Rukia Kuchiki appeared. She had Byakuya's same dark hair and pale, porcelain skin, but that was where the similarities ended. The woman looked barely younger than Ichigo, with a pretty heart shaped- face and deep indigo eyes.

Ichigo almost laughed when he noticed how short she was, but the fire in her beautiful eyes kept him from opening his mouth. Once Byakuya introduce him, Rukia turned to him with wide eyes, as if just noticing he was there. As her eyes scanned over him, he took this opportunity to look over her, also.

She wore a brown pencil skirt with black lines in the pattern, accentuating her hips. Her top was a white blouse under a light black jacket, which served in showing off her slim waist and small, perfectly round breasts. Ichigo's eyes reached hers again just as she looked up from gazing at him. Suddenly Byakuya spoke and after a moment Rukia turned away. He could see her getting mad again, and suddenly she turned and stormed out. Ichigo sent Byakuya a nod before following closely behind.

Rukia reached the parking lot before Ichigo finally spoke.

"Where are we going?" Rukia didn't bother to look at him as she unlocked her car and slid in.

"My apartment," she replied shortly as he sat in the passenger seat and shut the door. Rukia pulled out of the parking lot and started down the road. It was silent for a while before Rukia finally spoke.

"I don't need you, so you might as well go home," she told Ichigo, glancing over at him. He sat back in his seat, his eyes looking out of the window lazily. They turned to her.

"Yeah, right," Ichigo responded sarcastically, "I heard what happened last time from your brother. You nearly got your ass kicked." Rukia's face flushed and she glared at him.

"Hey, I was handling it just fine!" she protested, "I bet I handled it better than you could! I could totally kick your ass for that, so you better watch your mouth from now on." Ichigo glared back at her. Who did she think she was, talking to him like that?

"Look here, princess, I'm doing this for the money, not to babysit," he shot back, "So stop throwing your damn tantrums and shut the hell up already!" Rukia was in disbelief. Who did he think he was, talking to her like that? No one that she had met in her entire life was so insubordinate and rude!

"Hey asshole," she shouted, as she took a sharp turn, the momentum throwing Ichigo into the door, "Newsflash, you work for me now! No matter if I want you or not, you're here, so just shut the hell up and do what I tell you!" Ichigo rolled his eyes.

"I'm not a dog," he growled, "I do what I want when I want to do it, and right now I don't want to fucking die, so slow the fuck down!" Rukia realized how fast she was going and eased her foot off the gas petal. She threw a glare over the Ichigo.

"Watch your damn language." Ichigo bit his tongue at the contradicting order she just through at him and remained silent. It was silent in the car for the rest of the drive until finally they arrived at some apartment complexes.

Rukia got out of the car and immediately started towards her apartment while Ichigo gazed around. The apartments around here were very nice and clean, many of them having large balconies and windows looking into their well- furnished homes. Ichigo snapped back and lightly jogged to catch up to Rukia. For a midget, she could walk pretty fast.

Rukia held down her temper as she climbed the stairs to her apartment. Just perfect. Not only does she get a damn body guard, but this body guard had to be a complete asshole. Rukia unlocked the door to her apartment and enter, leaving the door open behind her for Ichigo. She threw her jacket and purse on the nearby hat stand and made her way over to the island.

Behind her, Ichigo shut the door, his gaze drifting over the apartment. The room he stood in was a small living room with one loveseat and a reclining chair across from a small TV. Next to it was a fairly large kitchen, and beyond that were doors which Ichigo assumed lead to bedrooms and such.

He went over to sit on a stool at the island while Rukia was bent over looking at things in the fridge. Now Ichigo never thought of himself as very perverted. Every time his friend Keigo made a nasty joke or ogled at a woman, Ichigo ignored him or told him to shut up.

Even so, right then Ichigo couldn't help himself but gazing at Rukia's perfectly round ass. Suddenly she stood and started to turn, and Ichigo tore his eyes away to look around the kitchen. Rukia raised an eyebrow at him, but shrugged it off before shutting the fridge and setting something on the counter.

"What's that?" Ichigo asked, sniffing. Rukia opened the styrofoam box to reveal a small steak with a side of mashed potatoes and vegetables.

"Mine," Rukia snapped, starting to cut up the steak. Ichigo glared at her before gazing down at the steak, his mouth watering. He hadn't eaten breakfast that morning and he was starving. Rukia chewed slowly, reveling in the delicious taste, when suddenly a hand whipped out and grabbed small piece of steak on her fork.

Rukia gasped and glared up at Ichigo, who was smirking smugly at her as he chewed her steak. Ichigo could have sworn her glare burned right through him, but he didn't shy away like others might. In fact, he leaned in and matched her.

Rukia's breath caught as he got closer, but refused to lose. She hardened her gaze, and he easily matched it. The silence was heavy when a sudden ringing sound erupted in the air. 'Thank god,' Rukia thought, pulling away to slip her phone out of her pocket. She looked at the collar ID and clicked answer, bringing the phone up to her ear.

"Hello?" she answered, smacking Ichigo's hand away from grabbing more of her food.

"Hello Rukia! How are you?" Rukia forced herself not to groan.

"Alright I guess. How are you, Orihime?"

"Oh, I'm great! I made this new recipe today, and I really want you to try it, it's so good! It's a desert with butterscotch ice cream, bean paste, jelly beans, guacamole, some noodles, ketchup…" Rukia sighed and rubbed her temple with her free hand. She loved her friend to death, but Orihime's constant happiness and her strange recipes were enough to wear anyone out. Orihime paused for a moment.

"Rukia, are you alright?" she asked, sounding concerned, "I'm not bothering you, am I? I can hang up if you want and can just call later or not call back at all. I—"

"Orihime, it's fine," Rukia interrupted before the girl started again, "It's not you that's bugging me. My brother hired me a body guard." Over the line Orihime gasped.

"Oh! That's not so bad, Rukia!" she exclaimed, "Actually, I think it's kind of exciting! Think about it, a handsome body guard there to defend you from harm. After all, after what happened last week I'm sure a lot of people are worried about you, including me. Anyway, a handsome man there to protect you but as time passes you get closer and finally he confesses his love to you, and then you make love under the stars…" Rukia shook her head.

"Yeah, I sincerely doubt that's going to happen Orihime," she said, glancing over at Ichigo to see half of her steak gone and her fork halfway to his mouth. Rukia gasped.

"You damn bastard, give that back!" On the other line Orihime could hear clattering and cursing from both Rukia and a new male voice. Suddenly Rukia spoke into the phone.

"Look, I'm going to have to call you back, Orhime. GIVE IT BACK YOU STRAWBERRY-HEADED ASSHOLE!" The line went dead and Orihime blinked a few times before pressing end and setting her phone on the counter.

"Well…. Alright then," she muttered, and drifted away.

"You asshole, hand it over!" Rukia shouted as she stood on her knees on the counter, trying to wrestle the fork away from Ichigo.

"Get your own!" he protested, extending his arm away from her.

"That IS my own!" Rukia placed a hand on Ichigo's left shoulder and reached with her right hand towards the fork. Ichigo smirked a bit at the fact that this action made it so her chest was level with his face. Suddenly he had an idea that he knew would definitely get him killed, but might let him win this once.

Ichigo gathered his nerves and just as Rukia leaned even closer to reach the fork, he leaned in and ran his tongue along her collarbone up to her neck. Rukia gasped when she felt his warm, wet tongue touch her bare skin and lost her balance. Her knees slipped off the counter and she wrapped her arms around Ichigo's neck to catch herself. They both froze as they notice their new situation; Rukia sat in Ichigo's lap, one leg on either side of his waist. Her panicked indigo eyes met his surprised amber eyes. The entire room seemed to rise ten degrees, and Ichigo found himself slightly panting.

Rukia's head fogged up, and she shook her head to clear it but was unsuccessful. What was he doing to her? Her whole body burned and itched, her breathing slightly labored. A cold wave ran over her body and she shivered before it was again replaced by the burning heat. Ichigo was experiencing something similar. His whole body was steaming hot, and his hands begged for something smooth to touch, to hold. He could barely focus, his brain fuzzy, and when she shivered, unintentionally rubbing closer to him, it was all he could do to keep still. His gaze went from her clouded, confused eyes to her lips, then to her breasts, and to her lips again. They were small and pink, slightly parted from her panicked breath, and they seemed to call to him. Just as Ichigo leaned forward just a little, the dinging of the doorbell reached their ears. Ichigo sat back automatically and Rukia jumped up off of him, rushing to the door.

She fixed herself hurriedly in the mirror beside the coat rack before steeling herself and opening the door. Standing there was her neighbor and friend Tatsuki Arisawa. Tatsuki was a big tomboy with a big temper, one even Rukia would run away from if it got too bad. She had short black hair with a tint of blue, boyish features, and light brown eyes. She wore ripped jeans and a simple blue band t-shirt under a white jacket.

"Hey there, Rukia," she greeted casually. Rukia smiled a bit, and Tatsuki raised an eyebrow as she examined her friend's slightly ruffled state. Her eyes were pretty as usual but had a confused look in them. Rukia's normally perfect black hair had a few strands out of line and her shirt was slightly wrinkled.

"Is this a bad time?" Tatsuki asked with a smirk. Rukia's face flushed and she shook her head.

"No, I was just making some food," she lied, "Come on in." Tatsuki entered and Rukia closed the door behind her. Immediately she noticed Ichigo sitting at the counter, running a hand through his hair. Tatsuki raised an eyebrow and turned to Rukia.

"I thought you said this wasn't a bad time." Rukia rolled her eyes with a scowl as she walked to the opposite side of the island, picking up the deserted Styrofoam box and throwing it in the trash.

"It's not," she replied, "It's just that this idiot was trying to steal my food." Said idiot glared at her.

"It's not my fault," he shot, "I was starving and I knew you weren't going to offer me any, so I took it upon myself to get my own." Rukia glared back at him.

"'Getting your own' is not the same as stealing mine," she snapped.

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"IS NOT!"

"IS TOO!" Tatsuki raised an eyebrow. It was like listening to five year olds bicker. They started to yell and Tatsuki winced before glaring.

"BOTH OF YOU, SHUT THE HELL UP!" Both Rukia and Ichigo turned to her in surprise.

"Sheesh, you two are like toddlers," she growled, rolling her eyes. Before either could protest Tatsuki turned to Ichigo and asked, "Now who the hell are you?" Ichigo looked surprised for a moment.

"Ichigo, Ichigo Kurosaki," he introduced, holding out a hand. Tatsuki shook it and turned to Rukia for an explanation.

"He's the body guard my brother assigned to me," Rukia said, rolling her eyes. Tatsuki shrugged.

"Well, after last week, who can blame him?" Rukia sighed.

"I guess I understand why he did it, but he could have picked someone less idiotic."

"Hey!" Ichigo protested, "Fine then, maybe next time you get in trouble, I'll just stand by and let them do what they want!"

"Fine, I don't need you anyways!" Rukia shouted back, "I could take them on without your help, and I'll prove that to you and my brother!"

"Fine then, go and try!"

"I will!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!" Tatsuki sighed and rubbed her temples. She'd better not have to deal with this everyday, otherwise she'd force the landlord to send them an eviction notice and get their asses kicked out of here. Sure Rukia was her friend, but she needed her sleep. As the two bickered on and on Tatsuki sighed again and left, seriously doubting that either of them would notice for a long time.

Sooooooooooooooo? Hope ya liked it :) more characters and things will be introduced late ^^ and conflict... why does Rukia need protection? From whom? o.O we may never know... oh wait, I'm the author... so we probably will ^^ but you never know e.o

... I should go to sleep now...

Night night, byessssssssssssss!