It was New Years Day and as the night fell across the globe the allowed itself to begin celebration as the succession of midnight came and passed. Japan was among the first to enter the new year and at 10pm many had already begun festivising early. The city streets would soon be overflowing with people and dozens of parades would try their best to squeeze through the ever tightening crowds. Already the Kurosaki family had left for the night and were not likely to return till tomorrow morning. Ichigo's father, Isshin, had demanded that Rukia come. When that failed, he dropped to his knees and begged her to come. As a guest Rukia was indebted to him for allowing her to live there, and could not deny him in good faith. Fortunately for her, however, Yuzu and Karin were perfectly fine with forcibly dragging him out the door. Ichigo then approached Rukia to talk.

"Hey, Rukia, are you don't want to come?"
         "Yeah, I've been waiting for some time to work on my art?"
"You mean those chibi bunny doodles? If that's how you want to spend your time, suit yourself. We'll be thinking about you though." Ichigo smiled at Rukia, patted her shoulder and followed his family outside. And that was all, except for the goodbyes, that was said. The sliding door shut behind the Kurosaki family and now she was all alone.

"Hmm... time to get prepared..." Rukia murmured under her breath

Later:

After a fun-filled night of colorful explosions and dancing in the streets with friends and family, the Kurosaki family returned for a much needed night's sleep. Unfortunately, just as Ichigo opened the door to his room, he got something else.

"I wonder what Rukia's been doing all night."
         Advanced kido, 352, Submission,"
"Ah!," Ichigo gasped as he fell paralyzed to the floor. Rukia! What the hell, have you lost your mind?"
         "Is that anyway for a humble servant to address his goddess?" Rukia struck a sexy looking pose. That is, she thought so; Ichigo simply stared at her with dumbfounded jaw dropped face.
"You have lost it..." he mumbled.

Standing in her polka-dotted pyjamas she placed her bare foot on Ichigo's head.
"Doesn't this remind you a little of when we first met Ichigo? Unlike last time, though, your human form doesn't have enough reiatsu to break my binding spell."
         Why you little... what do you want?"
"Sssh! Keep quiet, I don't want to have to rough you up. Not yet anyway." She removed her foot from his head and turned her back to him as she strolled across the room. "I once told you that I was many lifetimes older than you. I've never told anyone I've... ever... uh, not liked... that I..."
         "C'mon dammit, spit it out already!"
"Well, I like it when a guy kisses and licks my feet."
         "You don't mean you expect me too...?"
"Lick my feet? Yes, I do. But don't worry I washed them just for you Strawberry," Rukia locked the door and sat down in front of you, legs stretched out with her barefeet near your face. "Nice and squeaky clean feet too start with."
         "What do you mean too start with!?"
"Ichigo, stop asking questions and do as you're told."

Ichigo looked reluctantly at her feet, her wiggling toes and tells her...