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Honey and Maple SyrupRukia turned over on her side on their bed one night trying to get into a better sleeping position. She had been restless for quite sometime now, and she knew this night Ichigo would be as well.Honey and Maple Syrup by Zapenbits
She faced him. His face was covered by a towel that he had used from his shower and his right arm was placed on his forehead, trying to block out all sounds, and that even included his wife, Rukia Kurosaki.
Whats wrong, Ichigo, she asked knowing the answer. She saw the towel shift toward her as he faced her. Its the anniversary, isnt it?
He nodded not saying anything. It had been nine years now since she had met him, and one year since they had been married. This day was as familiar to her as the back of her hand. The date, June seventeenth, had been planted into her head like a flower in a garden.
Even though she never new Masaki, she did know that that date deeply affected Ichigos family and, in a way, it affected her as well. On that day Ichigo