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A B O X O F C H O C O L A T E
& much, much more.

A Rukia x Hollow/Ichigo fan fiction. [H/ichiRuki] AU.

He loves her.
She loves his brother.
He's trying to get her to fall in love with him.
She thinks otherwise.
He keeps trying.
She's now lying to herself.
Hey, that's life.

"Kuchiki-dono!"
Hearing the calls of her annoying professor, she decided to ignore his
rusted voice. To stop her name from being heard, she casually sped up
the staircase in a rush, dropping some unwanted papers from her arms.
"Sh--" she stopped her words as she missed a step, and fell to the
ground in a rough thud. She swore she could still hear her professor's
voice from up to the hall of her dorm. Fixing up her nest-like hair in
the morning of a cool, winter day, she picked up the books that
dropped and neatly placed it in her ripped up knapsack. At that
moment, it had occurred to her that Ichigo Kurosaki was standing a few
feet away, locking his door as he adjusted the handle. Catching
herself staring at him, she turned away, her face turning redder than
ever. She quickly scurried to the door across from his, said a quick
hello, to not seem suspicious, and walked into her room with much
anxiety on her face.
"Uh...hi?" he looked back, questioningly to see the door shut. He
shrugged in confusion, walking down the hall to his next class.
She sunk behind her door, placing her cold fingers on her heated up
face. What was happening to her? She remembered the old days, where
she called him 'loser' and he'd reply with 'shrimp'. She remembered
they'd prank call people late at night and egg their neighbours'
houses. He was her best friend. What happened?

[flashback]
Rukia gently stepped through the halls of the Kurosaki clinic.
Today was the day she was going to tell him how she felt; how she
really felt. Her foot creaked upon the wooden floor, as she quietly
crept into his room. Empty. She stood their motionless.
"Ah, Rukia-chan." Karin replied, passing by the doorway. "I didn't
know you were here."
"Oh, hi. Uh...do you happen to know where Ichigo is?" she managed to
speak. "I told him I needed to tell him something important today..."
"Oh, he went on a date with Orihime-chan." Ichigo's sister lauged. "He
finally found a girl that's interested in him."
"Oh..." Rukia stumbled on top of the stuffed lion toy she gave to him
exactly nine years ago, when they were both seven years old. Her eyes
became teary as she excused herself.
[/flashback]

She wiped sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand and exhaled
a sigh, as she pulled herself together. It's been six years now, since
that day. She stopped talking to him after that. Their whole
relationship fell. It was...awkward; she couldn't really describe the
feeling. She was often sad that they never really spoke, that their
memories flushed, completely gone from their heads. Tears flowed down
her cheeks.
"Why are you crying, kitten?"
The sharp, mysterious voice made her stutter. She quickly glanced up,
looking straight into his deep, golden eyes. Hollow. He lay on her
bed, one arm bent to keep his head up. She quickly wiped the tears
from her eyes.
"What-? How the hell did you get in here?!"
"Your door's pretty easy to open, bay-bee." he winked. She shook her
head at his remark.
"Can you leave? You stalker, get the hell out of my room!"
"Don't be like that." he stayed calm on her bed.
She wanted to punch him. Grabbing him by the hair, she pulled him
against the door, creating all the clothes on the rack to fall. "Get
out!"

Knock, knock.

They both looked against the door, until it was opened by Hitsugaya
Toshirou.
"S-sensei!" Rukia muffled, trying to get up.
He eyed them, suspiciously. "You know, Kuchiki-san, you should really
handle your sex business elsewhere. I could hear the noise coming from
the hallways."
Hollow chuckled.
"And you, Kurosaki-san, what are you doing in the girls' dormitory?"
Hitsugaya hissed.
"I, Hitsugaya sensei, was invited here." he stood straight, smiling.
"W-what?!" Rukia led her eyes back on Ichigo Kurosaki's twin. They,
did look alike, rather. The only difference was he was paler,
his eyes were golden, and his hair was a sharp white with a tint of
silver. His mischievous smile led other girls attracted to him, but
not Rukia.
"Sh..." he put his finger to Rukia's lips, and winked.
"..." The professor was unamused.
"S-sensei! Nothing went on!" Rukia stuttered, nervously.
He nodded in response and left, leaving the door open.
"What the hell?!"
"Hey, you could've played it cool like me, but you stuttered way too
much." he laughed.
"Can you get out?" she practically growled, slapping his arm with her
text book.
"No need to be violent." he smiled, once again, as he left her room.
"Hmph!" she blew a strand of her hair away from her face, crossing her
arms. Walking to her bathroom, she accidently stepped on something
small. She bent down, picking it up delicately as possible. It was a
present. Neatly wrapped in green tissue, infused with a shiny, silver
ribbon. The tiny box was no bigger than the size of her palm. She
placed it on her dresser, confused at what it was and from who it was
from. The violet-blue eyed young woman crept back to her bathroom,
grabbing a light yellow towel on her shelf. She quickly undressed, and
endured herself in a hot shower. Her stress enlightened, and she felt
as if she didn't want to get out.
When finished, she slipped out, wrapping her towel around her slender
body. Water dripped from her dark locks, down to the clean rug next to
her sink.
Suddenly, she heard the door or her room open. Her heart almost
skipped a beat. She stepped quietly across the bathroom to reach her
cell phone. 4:57. Her roommate had a class at this time, until 6:00.
Wondering who it was, she tried not making a sound as she opened the
bathroom door to peak.
"Hey, Kitten."
"What the--" she slammed the door shut, not wanting to be seen. "HOW
ARE YOU STILL HERE?"
"Your door was unlocked." he said behind the door.
"What do you want?!"
"I forgot something. Anyways, I'm gone."
She heard his footprints leave, and the door shut. After heading out
of the smoky bathroom, she changed into her pajamas, knowing she had
no more classes for the day. Sitting on her small bed, she noticed the
small present was gone. One possibility came to her mind. He stole it.

"Rukia!" the cheery voice sang in the midst of the night. Rangiku
Matsumoto shook her roommate, in attempt to wake her up.
"Hm-nn-mmph?" the petite girl mustered into her pillow.
"Get up, Hun!"
Rukia groaned as the girl with caramel-coloured hair kept tugging at
her arm. "-what...?"
"Please get up." the willing roommate begged.
With a sigh, Rukia gave up, trying to keep her balance while pulling
the covers off her and getting up. Pulling Rukia across the room,
allowing her feet to step on the dirty clothes left on the floor,
Rangiku grinned excitedly.
"Someone left you chocolates!"
"Huh?" the small girl glanced up, then instantly, sat back down on her
bed, stretching her arms out onto her nightstand to grab her glasses.
She never really wore them, because she always had coloured contacts,
which created the mixture of sky blue in her dark amethyst orbs.
Rangiku handed her the small box of chocolates, which was wrapped up
in red wrapping paper. It was obviously chocolate; when you shook the
box. Rukia looked around, rotating it in the dim light. Placing it in
the moonlight of her window, after folding up the blinds, she finally
found words writtin onto the paper.
To: Kuchiki
From: Kurosaki
"I-Ichigo?!"

Description
A B O X O F C H O C O L A T E
& much, much more.

A Rukia x Hollow/Ichigo fan fiction. [H/ichiRuki] AU.

He loves her.
She loves his brother.
He's trying to get her to fall in love with him.
She thinks otherwise.
He keeps trying.
She's now lying to herself.
Hey, that's life.

"Kuchiki-dono!"
Hearing the calls of her annoying professor, she decided to ignore his
rusted voice. To stop her name from being heard, she casually sped up
the staircase in a rush, dropping some unwanted papers from her arms.
"Sh--" she stopped her words as she missed a step, and fell to the
ground in a rough thud. She swore she could still hear her professor's
voice from up to the hall of her dorm. Fixing up her nest-like hair in
the morning of a cool, winter day, she picked up the books that
dropped and neatly placed it in her ripped up knapsack. At that
moment, it had occurred to her that Ichigo Kurosaki was standing a few
feet away, locking his door as he adjusted the handle. Catching
herself staring at him, she turned away, her face turning redder than
ever. She quickly scurried to the door across from his, said a quick
hello, to not seem suspicious, and walked into her room with much
anxiety on her face.
"Uh...hi?" he looked back, questioningly to see the door shut. He
shrugged in confusion, walking down the hall to his next class.
She sunk behind her door, placing her cold fingers on her heated up
face. What was happening to her? She remembered the old days, where
she called him 'loser' and he'd reply with 'shrimp'. She remembered
they'd prank call people late at night and egg their neighbours'
houses. He was her best friend. What happened?

[flashback]
Rukia gently stepped through the halls of the Kurosaki clinic.
Today was the day she was going to tell him how she felt; how she
really felt. Her foot creaked upon the wooden floor, as she quietly
crept into his room. Empty. She stood their motionless.
"Ah, Rukia-chan." Karin replied, passing by the doorway. "I didn't
know you were here."
"Oh, hi. Uh...do you happen to know where Ichigo is?" she managed to
speak. "I told him I needed to tell him something important today..."
"Oh, he went on a date with Orihime-chan." Ichigo's sister lauged. "He
finally found a girl that's interested in him."
"Oh..." Rukia stumbled on top of the stuffed lion toy she gave to him
exactly nine years ago, when they were both seven years old. Her eyes
became teary as she excused herself.
[/flashback]

She wiped sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand and exhaled
a sigh, as she pulled herself together. It's been six years now, since
that day. She stopped talking to him after that. Their whole
relationship fell. It was...awkward; she couldn't really describe the
feeling. She was often sad that they never really spoke, that their
memories flushed, completely gone from their heads. Tears flowed down
her cheeks.
"Why are you crying, kitten?"
The sharp, mysterious voice made her stutter. She quickly glanced up,
looking straight into his deep, golden eyes. Hollow. He lay on her
bed, one arm bent to keep his head up. She quickly wiped the tears
from her eyes.
"What-? How the hell did you get in here?!"
"Your door's pretty easy to open, bay-bee." he winked. She shook her
head at his remark.
"Can you leave? You stalker, get the hell out of my room!"
"Don't be like that." he stayed calm on her bed.
She wanted to punch him. Grabbing him by the hair, she pulled him
against the door, creating all the clothes on the rack to fall. "Get
out!"

Knock, knock.

They both looked against the door, until it was opened by Hitsugaya
Toshirou.
"S-sensei!" Rukia muffled, trying to get up.
He eyed them, suspiciously. "You know, Kuchiki-san, you should really
handle your sex business elsewhere. I could hear the noise coming from
the hallways."
Hollow chuckled.
"And you, Kurosaki-san, what are you doing in the girls' dormitory?"
Hitsugaya hissed.
"I, Hitsugaya sensei, was invited here." he stood straight, smiling.
"W-what?!" Rukia led her eyes back on Ichigo Kurosaki's twin. They,
did look alike, rather. The only difference was he was paler,
his eyes were golden, and his hair was a sharp white with a tint of
silver. His mischievous smile led other girls attracted to him, but
not Rukia.
"Sh..." he put his finger to Rukia's lips, and winked.
"..." The professor was unamused.
"S-sensei! Nothing went on!" Rukia stuttered, nervously.
He nodded in response and left, leaving the door open.
"What the hell?!"
"Hey, you could've played it cool like me, but you stuttered way too
much." he laughed.
"Can you get out?" she practically growled, slapping his arm with her
text book.
"No need to be violent." he smiled, once again, as he left her room.
"Hmph!" she blew a strand of her hair away from her face, crossing her
arms. Walking to her bathroom, she accidently stepped on something
small. She bent down, picking it up delicately as possible. It was a
present. Neatly wrapped in green tissue, infused with a shiny, silver
ribbon. The tiny box was no bigger than the size of her palm. She
placed it on her dresser, confused at what it was and from who it was
from. The violet-blue eyed young woman crept back to her bathroom,
grabbing a light yellow towel on her shelf. She quickly undressed, and
endured herself in a hot shower. Her stress enlightened, and she felt
as if she didn't want to get out.
When finished, she slipped out, wrapping her towel around her slender
body. Water dripped from her dark locks, down to the clean rug next to
her sink.
Suddenly, she heard the door or her room open. Her heart almost
skipped a beat. She stepped quietly across the bathroom to reach her
cell phone. 4:57. Her roommate had a class at this time, until 6:00.
Wondering who it was, she tried not making a sound as she opened the
bathroom door to peak.
"Hey, Kitten."
"What the--" she slammed the door shut, not wanting to be seen. "HOW
ARE YOU STILL HERE?"
"Your door was unlocked." he said behind the door.
"What do you want?!"
"I forgot something. Anyways, I'm gone."
She heard his footprints leave, and the door shut. After heading out
of the smoky bathroom, she changed into her pajamas, knowing she had
no more classes for the day. Sitting on her small bed, she noticed the
small present was gone. One possibility came to her mind. He stole it.

"Rukia!" the cheery voice sang in the midst of the night. Rangiku
Matsumoto shook her roommate, in attempt to wake her up.
"Hm-nn-mmph?" the petite girl mustered into her pillow.
"Get up, Hun!"
Rukia groaned as the girl with caramel-coloured hair kept tugging at
her arm. "-what...?"
"Please get up." the willing roommate begged.
With a sigh, Rukia gave up, trying to keep her balance while pulling
the covers off her and getting up. Pulling Rukia across the room,
allowing her feet to step on the dirty clothes left on the floor,
Rangiku grinned excitedly.
"Someone left you chocolates!"
"Huh?" the small girl glanced up, then instantly, sat back down on her
bed, stretching her arms out onto her nightstand to grab her glasses.
She never really wore them, because she always had coloured contacts,
which created the mixture of sky blue in her dark amethyst orbs.
Rangiku handed her the small box of chocolates, which was wrapped up
in red wrapping paper. It was obviously chocolate; when you shook the
box. Rukia looked around, rotating it in the dim light. Placing it in
the moonlight of her window, after folding up the blinds, she finally
found words writtin onto the paper.
To: Kuchiki
From: Kurosaki
"I-Ichigo?!"