...sure you...we are the same! Every time I've hurt you it's because I let my dark side run rampant...it's the same for you except you're only eighteen years old...I've had about 300 years to get control of myself and I still lose it-mainly just around you, though. I've found that you have a very...odd...effect on my inner demon."
Ichigo cleared his throat, "I'm nineteen, now," he corrected softly. "Yesterday was my birthday."
Rukia just shut her eyes as even more guilt slammed into her, "Ichigo...I'm so sorry...I didn't know."
Ichigo just shook his head and turn away from Rukia, "Like I said, don't be sorry. Besides, if neither of us is crazy and I'm not high...then you're probably lying-I just don't know why."
Rukia groaned in frustration, "I'm not lying! I'll prove it to you..." As Ichigo watched in awe, Rukia began using sonido to move around the meadow before coming to a stop in front of him, "Do you need to see more? Fine," She muttered at his mute expression, "When you're not in your demon form, I'm able to overpower you." Ichigo snorted derisively, "Yeah, right Ru-...gaaah!" Before he could finish his sentence, the small demon had his arms twisted painfully behind his back and his face pressing into the ground, "What the hell, Rukia?"
Said demon grinned with self satisfaction as she released her hold on him, "Do you believe me now?"