...ia, I'm going to be honest with you. I have never seen Ichigo care for someone the way he cares for you...and as much as I hate to admit it, that includes me. As much pain as I've caused him, I will never have the power to hurt him as badly as you did last night."
"Is that a fucking joke?" Ichigo growled low from the doorway. He had come downstairs just in time to catch the end of Yoruichi's hypocritical diatribe and he was pissed.
"Ichigo...I just found out what Rukia did and I came straight over here to see how you were doing." Yoruichi's smile faltered in the face of the hatred she saw on his face.
"Are you forgetting that you threatened to do the very same thing? He asked coldly.
"The difference is, I care too much about you all to have followed through..."
Ichigo snorted in contempt, "How dare you claim to care about me. You don't give a damn about me and you never have. I've never meant anything more to you than sex and money-we both know that."
Yoruichi shook her head in denial, "That's not true Ichigo! I care a great deal about you."
Ichigo shook his head in wonder at the utter gall this woman possessed, "Oh, that's right, you're still pretending like that night didn't happen, aren't you?"
Yoruichi flinched as though he'd slapped her. She looked quickly away before speaking in a low tone, "Ichigo that was just...business."
"Business?" He gave a humorless laugh, "Is that what you told yourself while you watche...