Hey, a bit of a random spurt of imagination, hopefully will carry this on.

P.S

I Really love the idea of men in proper suits 8D

"Yo, Ichigo"

A smirk and a gush of air was all it took for him to start seeing her in slow-motion, standing, arms folded and dominant on top of the railings at the top of his school. Her newly cut hair flew around her head as though she was controlling the weather. She quickly jumped off and he was brought back to reality by a swift kick to the face – he had long since come to terms with this being their usual way of greeting, she would hit him around the face;

'Slap Slap'

And finally punch him square in it;

'Thud'

And then say;

'What you lookin' like a moron for?'

Before he could finally answer, after falling backwards onto his hands;

'Oi midget! You nearly broke my nose that time!'

'Not likely, I take pity on the weak'

For a moment he nodded, before death-glaring at her after realising her words. She smirked

'Oh lighten up, frowny, I have some interesting news for you - that is if you want to hear it' she teased with her eyes. Sometimes that girl infuriated him to no end.

'What do you mean? of course I want to hear it' and so her eyes gleamed

'You should never say that willingly, boy. I will tell you . . . if you do me a favour' She grinned maliciously, while Ichigo tried not to anime-rage and punch the floor. Stupid midget, how could he think this would come without a price?!

'How do I know the information is worth it?' He tried, not able to master the ability to bluff like she had (he had taught her poker once . . . his greatest regret)

She walked swiftly to his side, jumping next to his shoulder, and crouching to whisper in his ear

'Oh it's worth it, Ichigo, you'll just have to trust me'

Did he ever mention she drove him completely insane, in EVERY way? (Not that he would admit it in, some ways)

He decided to give up, it wasn't even worth trying when she was this gleeful

'Oh what do you want me to do?' he sighed, and she stood up, replacing her grin, with the usual soft face she had

'Aw, thought you'd give it more than that!'

'I'm bored'

'Fine, well, as for the favour to me – it's actually for me and Nii-sama' (He rolled his eyes) 'hey! You're lucky you've been invited!' he butted in before she could carry on

'Invited?'

'Yes, invited'

'To what?'

'I was getting to that! It's the favour I need you to do for this information, otherwise I know you won't come!'

'Well, what is it?'

'JESUS, A BALL! No-'

'What makes you think I wouldn't come anyway?'

She deadpanned

'Eh?'

'What makes you think I wouldn't come to Byakuya's ball?'

'You're really asking me that?'

He was puzzled

'Yeah'

It seemed as though the life had dropped out of her face.

'Ichigo . . . You complained when I asked you if you could come with me to pick out one dress, why would you suddenly be all for a Ball?' She queried, before her face went back to normal, and she turned a slight pinkish shade and faced away, twiddling with her thumbs – this was new to him

'And anyway, it's not Bya-Nii Sama's Ball, it's er . . . mine' she blushed. He felt his feathers ruffle - that 'dress shopping' had him sweating under the collar, after seeing her in just two.

'Hey, that shop lady had you trying on some dodgy stu-'

'It was formal-wear' she deadpanned- obviously having heard this before

'That red dress was TOO SHORT!' he blush-yelled 'And anyway, if it was for you, I'd come without asking, why'd you think you have to mention Byakuya? That puts me off not entices me in'

She turned a further pink

'It was a TINY bit above the knee! And besides, I have no cleavage, so it didn't matter!' Ichigo turned scarlet

'tttt-that's not the ppoint! ' (She said 'Cleavage!') 'No dress should cling that well to someone's body!' (he had nosebleeds just remembering it - her training had certainly blessed her with a perfect figure – especially on the bottom (*Cough pun) ) This time Rukia turned scarlet, all coolness from before cast to the wind

'It did not CLING, it fit! But- well, does that m-mean you'll come?' She looked directly at him, her eyes sincere and hopeful. She really had no idea the effect her eyes could have on him. He stood up, recovering for a moment, before lifting his head to face her, smiling genuinely, taking her breath away

'Of course, midget'

She smiled softly at him, eyes sparkling. His cheeks flushed again. And he scratched the back of his head, looking away to hide his face

'so, erm, if this is a ball, does this mean I'm required to wear a suit?' she seemed to shock herself awake again

'Ah, that's another part of the favour' she grimaced, twiddling her thumbs again. He turned to face her, expression: questioning

'I need to take you shopping for three' His face dropped

'THREE? But I couldn't afford o-' Rukia interrupted, flashing a card in her hand

'You forget I'm adopted into the richest clan in soul society' His eyes widened

'Rukia you ca-'

'Oh shush, consider it a congratulations gift from me!'

'Congratulations gift?'

'Did I forget to mention that information I have for you is good info?'

Ichigo questioned with his eyes

'Relax, I'll tell you after the ball – first, we need to get you sorted.' And with that, she ran, jumped, grabbed his head, and pulled him over the rails and finally into the streets below. It was a good job he trusted her.

The Kuchiki Manor 16:00 – The Dinner Suit

Rukia had to give it to herself, she had done well, in one day she had managed to find Ichigo three suits, 2 pairs of shoes and taught him how to tie a real bow-tie – the last one was a little difficult however, she remembered all the fuss;

Flashback

'Now, come closer to me'

'Eh?'

'Ichigo, just step forward so I can reach your neck!' she bit – by this point she'd had enough of his whining, 'Oh this shirt was too expensive' 'for a pair of SHOES?!' 'while these socks are comfy, they are NOT worth THAT much!' – She'd just wished he'd shut up and let her buy everything – she had, but with the cost of much worrying and fretting – did he not realise she owed him, was congratulating, and had enough money to buy him 900 more of the same gear, on the one card? Fuming, she threw the length of silk around his neck, and crossed it tightly.

'chegh, R-rukiaegh, you're stranghleng megh' she heard, and saw the twitch of his eye, for a moment she thought of just holding it there until he died, but then she remembered her Kuchiki-need-to-be-cool-as-a-cucumber-demeanour, and let off on the pressure . . . a little. She heard a gasp of air, and watched him rub his neck

'Christ, I thought you were gonna kill me!' her eyes shadowed

'You'd only end up in soul society, I'd just find you there' The coldness of her voice, sent shivers up his spine, he must remember never to piss this girl off. She took a deep breath, and looked up at him, holding the two ends of the tie across each other.

'Now, hold both ends of the tie ensuring the piece in your left hand is a little shorter, okay?' She looked up, as he watched, and nodded, quite enjoying the feeling of her hands occasionally brushing across his chest.

'Once you have your lengths, cross the longer piece over the shorter one and tuck it under-ways through the little hole it makes at the top, and pull it tight, so the pieces end up the same length- does that make sense?' She questioned, furrowing her eyebrows slightly after demonstrating with the bow-tie 'I know I'm not the best at explaining it'

He smiled 'No no, I've got it, under-and-out right?' She smiled back

'Exactly! Now, get what is now the right-hand piece, and cross it over the left, so it looks like a 'T' and then take the dangly-bit and place it over the lengthways piece, so it still looks like a 'T' – just with the dangly-bit in front this time' Shelooked up at him, ensuring he understood, and he nodded, still smiling gently at her, sending butterflies though her stomach.

'R-right, now comes the fiddly-bit, first fold the two horizontal ends of the 'T' together, so you have something resembling more of an 'i' and tuck the remaining dangly-bit through the gap between the material above the dot of the 'i'. She demonstrated as such. Looking up with a half-defeated expression

'You can't have understood that bit' Ichigo replied, by shaking his head

'Naw I got it – seeing you do it made it make sense' her eyes widened

'Christ, you are a fast learner, took me about a week' She chuckled and he smiled back

'now all you do is;' he felt her hands fiddle around a bit 'tweak it until it's an even little dicky-bow' She grinned, pleased for remembering how to tie them after all this time. His face dropped

'Did you just call it a 'dicky-bow'?' She looked up at him, confused

'Yes? They call them that in England, or so I'm told'

'They are?!'

'Yea, something to do with cocked-rhyming slang or something' He burst out laughing

'Cocked-Rhyming slang?'

'yeah?'

'you mean, 'Cockney-rhyming slang?'' He sniggered, and she slapped him on the arm, oh shut-up! How would you know, if you've never even tied one before?!'

'English is my favourite subject, muppet, and I just haven't heard that term for them, wait till my father hears!'

End Of flashback

She smiled at the memory, and placed her hand over her heart, throughout the entire time, her heart had been pounding with his proximity, she could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest, and the gentle exhalation of air on her hair as he breathed softly.

'CRAP!' She looked at the time, 'I have to run!'

16:05 Kuchiki Ballroom

The room had been decorated with exquisite sofas and paintings around the room, making it not unlike a Victorian dining parlour (believe it or not, the Kuchiki's took pride in honouring the cultures of other countries through time – after all, some residents belonged to this era. This had to be one of Rukia's favourite themes – mostly for the fact the men had to dress in dashing suits, coats, tails and Kilts, it was why she'd chose it.

She smiled, and entered the room, heads turned, some with hands clasping glasses of expensive Brandies and Whiskeys, others, just with the typical one-arm-behind-the-back etiquette, she noted, however, they had all paused to welcome their host, she nodded at them politely, and let them get back to their previous activities, before losing interest, and searching across the gatherings of heads, to finally find her Orange-haired accomplice. It wasn't hard considering he was stood next to a burst of red a little above his own, both staring, seemingly startled, directly at her. As she approached she took in what they were wearing. While she had taken Ichigo shopping, she had insisted he try on his garments separately, so she would be surprised when she finally saw him dressed up properly (She had left it to the shop manager to ensure Ichigo looked as fine as possible, handing her a hefty tip, to guarantee she would – it wasn't necessary, her purchases had bumped the shopkeeper up a few hundred-thousand yen, alone. It seemed the shopkeeper had kept her promise. Ichigo, looked positively outstanding.

'Black really is his colour' She thought taking in, how his height, the elegant jacket meeting the midst of his thighs, the shirt subtly revealing the toned body he had beneath, how he had pushed his hair forward, adding another three years to his age, he looked mature, sophisticated, and absolutely dashing. He seemed to finally notice her presence, and rested his face into his usual neutral frown, holding one arm behind his back, Renji not far behind. She finally managed to take a quick glance at Renji, and she had to admit, had Ichigo not been there, he would've probably stolen all the female attention. He had opted to wear a highland tradition of the kilt. He had recently discovered he'd been born in the rugged highlands of Scotland before dying from a bad fall from a cliff as a child. And such, after research into the country, he had begun to love the culture of his old background and finally deciding to research his clan, and the colours and symbols of it, which as such, were now decorating him and his garments. His stocky build and height, gave him the perfect physique to fit this formal wear, and already Rukia could see at least half the room glancing their way, unable to decide between who was hotter – Ichigo or Renji. For her, Ichigo stole the limelight by only a margin.

She walked up to meet them midway, and turned to Renji

'The Dirk, socks, Sporran, everything! How'd you manage to find it all?' She grinned at him. For some reason she noticed his cheeks pinken slightly.

'I was interested, that's all really'

'Fair enough' She smiled, sending him to turn an even brighter shade of pink. Confused she turned to Ichigo, who seemed to be locked on to her

'Really, what is with all the staring? Have I got something on my face?' She flustered. Finally Ichigo seemed to snap out of it

'Rukia, have you seen yourself?' her stomach dropped

'What is it?'

He shook his head 'how does she not know how beautiful she looks?'

'Never mind, just stick with me and Renji all night, okay?' Renji nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder

'There's a lot of men who will want to find you alone tonight, Rukia'

Her eyes widened

'but we haven't even had anything to eat yet!'

Fin for now – I really need to go to bed O.o Hope you enjoyed it a little!