The Baka

The First Encounter

Author's Note...

I love this song. It reminds me a lot of Ichigo and Rukia's relationship. I always listen to this song whenever I read IchiRuki fanfiction, and when im writing this story. So I would love it if you listened to it while reading this chapter. You can tell me in the comments weather or not you agree, or what you think of the song. Enjoy the chapter. I hope you continue to read. I would love any kind of feedback from you as well. Now back to the story.

Rukia's POV

As I stood there in the entryway I froze studying him and the room. He was drop dead gorgeous. He looked like some kind of greek god come to life. He had the chiseled jawline, shoulders, and chest. Well pronouced biceps not even his black tailored italian suit with a white dress shirt and icy blue silk tye could hide. Even his crazy abnormal short spiky orange hair was godlike, like from another world. He had the most sexy deep amber eyes I had ever seen before. Never in my life had I ever gone dry mouth from the beauty of a man before. His office was just as beautiful. The whole wall where he was seated behind his desk was floor to ceiling windows with a beautiful view of downtown Kurakura. You could even see the park a few blocks away. The room was large spacious but not personal at all. It was like any office room of a CEO. The walls were all white except the wall of windows. The carpet was the only real color in the room a very simple cream color. It reminded me of my brother's office. Right to the left of the room was a small oval glass conference table with leather chairs, surrounded by floor to ceiling bookcases that were full. To the right was a long black leather sofa surrounded by more bookcases, a long rectangular glass coffee table sat right in the middle of the sofa. It was nothing like the waiting room with beautiful art and furniture. With warm and earthy cool tones to the walls. The carpet was a beautiful sea blue complimenting the paintings on the walls. The only thing similar to both rooms were the floor to ceiling windows they shared.

"Please come in and sit" he said interrupting my thoughts; pointing to the black leather sofa, while getting up from his position and heading to the sofa as well.

As I headed for the sofa I almost tripped over my feet. I knew I shouldn't have worn these death trap for shoes that Momo insisted I wear. It was like walking on stilts. I knew I should have just went with my usual pair of wedges or flats, but she insisted they would help me meet some women colleagues. Considering how Mr.Kurosaki's assistant Ms.Orihime reacted when she saw them she might have been right.

"Ms.Kuchiki I hope you had no trouble finding the place." He asked.
He had a really nice low and smooth calming voice. Almost like smooth honey with a hint of danger.

"Yes, I just moved to the city, but have spent plenty of time here to know where most of everything is. I was even lucky enough to find the perfect place not to far from here."

"Oh, where did you live before moving to the city?" He asked intrigued.

"Out in the country with family not to far from the city."

"I see, well tell me a little bit about yourself Ms.Kuchiki."

"Well, I finished school a month ago at Kurakura University. While there I majored in ad design and campaign. My minor was in business and free art. Which reminds me of the lovely paintings in the waiting room I saw. They reminded me of going to the beach when I was a child." I started enthusiastically.

"So you have an eye for art as well as campaign. The paintings were done by a local artist, a friend actually. She's not really big yet but someday maybe. On your resume it says that you were valdictorian as well as being apart of most of the clubs on campus. I would say that your an overachiever or you have a nack for prioritizing."