Prompt: If I stabbed you, how long would it take for you to die? [Sent by The Path of Supreme Conquest]
Challenge: Prompt Exchange Challenge 7
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach!
A/N: The setting is kinda vague, but just picture it sometime before Kon's appearance. So, somewhere in the first or second volume of the manga.
Cursing Blankets
Ichigo groans because there it is—that annoying beeping coming from the closet. Right after he finally got to sleep after a long night of studying. It's a dream, a hallucination, he tells himself. This cannot be happening!
Maybe it's just Karin and Yuzu playing a video game. Wait, no, he's already used that excuse before.
He buries himself deeper into the cocoon of blankets. That'll cancel out the sound, right? Rukia won't really make him go hollow slaying now, will she?
She will. Because Rukia is Rukia and Rukia doesn't care about human issues like falling asleep during an exam. A very very important exam, by the way.
And the closet door slides open, Rukia leaping out, still dressed in stolen pajamas. "Ichigo!" she calls out, assuming the lump of blankets that is Ichigo would simply rise with a single command.
The lump of blankets remain stationary. They think, "Fuck you, Rukia!"
Rukia sends an ominous glare at the blankets before roughly shaking Ichigo with all her might. And again, the blankets think, "Fuck you!" because blankets always make a habit of using the f-word in any and every occasion.
The blankets continue their silent cursing while Rukia attempts to get Ichigo up.
He tosses back the blankets with a scowl on his face. "If I stabbed you, how long would it take for you to die?"
If said to anyone else, they might have been intimidated. But this was Rukia and she was already getting used to Ichigo so she dismissed the words in favor of announcing Soul Society's most recent orders.
As she speaks, Ichigo tunes her out. He wonders how long he'll have to put up with her. "Not long, I hope," he mutters under his breath as he most reluctantly gets out of bed.
Rukia raises an eyebrow while putting on her glove. "What was that?"
He shrugs. "Nothing important."
She takes the opportunity to smack him in the head with the gloved hand and his soul separates.
She'll get her powers back soon, he tells himself. Then everything will go back to normal.
"I swear, if I so much as yawn during my exam—"
"Yeah, yeah. Get a move on, Strawberry."