You obliged with the request, but you couldn't resist asking while driving the car stolen from Cathy: "why the heck are we going where we could easily get found?"

"You'll see by the end of today." Ichigo hummed, looking relaxed in his seat next to you. "Y/n, what's the date today?"

"It's the fifth of February, why do you ask?"

Ichigo smiled, "we've been together every day for over a hundred days, minus those ten where I was testing to see if you'd stay." Looking back on it, it had been quite a while, and so eventful that you'd completely missed Christmas and new year.

"So you could say we're basically married,"

"It hasn't been that long, Ichigo,"

"Yeah but... if I'd ask you to marry me, you'd say yes?"

Your face flushed, "is this a marriage proposal?"

Ichigo laughed, "well, if you want us to get married I'll happily make it come true." And so you thought about it for a minute, just to weigh up your options.

Ichigo hadn't been a very... normal lover, to say the least. He'd killed, he'd hurt you, he'd isolated you. But it couldn't be denied that after all of this there was still something that pulled you towards him.

So you said,"yeah, yeah I'd like that."

Ichigo had given you an address, and you were currently asking him how you would announce yourselves without getting the police called on you. He dismissed your concern with a "just trust me," and opened the door.

Of course, he loudly announced his presence with a gun. Shooting twice in the ceiling, "where's the room where you do these things?" The scared lady at the desk shakily pointed to a door on your right.

"There's a door on the right," you murmured, leading the trigger happy arsonist, who issued another warning shot. When you went through the door, the heads of a priest and a few other people, including a bride and groom, turned towards the commotion. Ichigo, noticing the presence of others, moved to one side of the room and declared: "everyone who isn't the one with the marriage license, scram."

People didn't hesitate to scream and run for the door, leaving the poor priest looking like he was going to start saying Hail Marys. Taking your hand, Ichigo walked up to the guy, pressing the end of the gun against his head, clumsily but apparently effectively.

"Keep it short, we have to get moving so skip all the fancy unnecessary stuff."

"Uh, n-names?"

You and Ichigo ran out laughing. You were now officially married. You both tumbled into the car, ready to drive away as sirens could also be heard in the distance. You gripped a precious document, the marriage certificate, as you drove. After losing the flashing lights, you were able to slow down and carefully fold the paper, putting it into Ichigo's bag.

He shook his head, taking it back out, "not in here, leave it in the car." You didn't question his orders, and did as you were told. "Now, you wanna go to a theme park?"

He grinned, and it warmed your heart, so off you drove. Considering it was still cold, no one questioned hoodies being worn, and you both easily got your wristbands and were debating which rides to go on.

You didn't spend any time thinking about why Ichigo would want to go to a theme park of all places, especially since you were busy pulling him along with you to different rides. The queues were all short, since it was a weekday, and it took no more than two minutes to get onto each ride. Then, Ichigo suggested going on the biggest rollercoaster.

You looked up at it, swallowing nervously. "Ichigo, I don't think you realise how high up that is," you subtly tried to persuade him out of it.

"Nah, it's the only one we haven't been on." That was true, you probably wouldn't get the chance to visit a theme park again, considering you were on the run, so you decided: hey, what the heck, let's do it.

You felt anxious as the staff member walked around to properly secure the few people in their seats, and gave you and Ichigo a suspicious look. She probably recognised you, but if she did, she didn't say anything. As the ride went up, you felt more and more regret for listening to Ichigo, who looked completely relaxed.

"Ichigo, we're almost at the highest point."

He nodded, "took long enough."

Maybe choosing the front seats was a bad idea, as the front of the ride was just tipping over the edge... then it went down. You clutched the bar and screamed, too terrified to take poor Ichigo's sensitive hearing into consideration. But after you had got off the ride, you felt as though you had enjoyed it.

"Was it that bad?" Asked Ichigo, who didn't even look out of breath. You realised that it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be.

"You were right, it actually wasn't as bad as I thought." You smiled at him, and he smiled back. For your final activity, you both went to get food from several different stands, including ice cream, though it was cold outside.

Then you noticed some police officers making their way through the thin crowds of people. You grabbed Ichigo's hand, and made a run for it, dropping your waffle. You hurriedly made your way back to the car, skipping the seatbelts as you sped away. "Where to now?" You asked Ichigo.

"Back to my old place," and you noticed that there were several police cars catching up to you very quickly.

"Are you sure? They're right behind us." Ichigo nodded.

"Just trust me."

"Ichigo, I'm regretting trusting you." You said, watching Ichigo throw various things at the police vehicles behind you.

"Should we ditch the car?" He asked.

"And where would we ditch it? We can't just walk out and grab another car, or walk out on foot."

"Okay, let's think, they'll be following this car, so maybe we should ditch it, but we'd need to find another car, or they'll catch us."

You scanned the surroundings. There was a family of four chattering about something in their parked car. If you could get to it before the father, who was in the drivers seat, got too far, you could snag the keys.

You explained the idea to Ichigo, who asked for your opinion to make the final decision. "So, do we go for it?"