Warnings/Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or any specialized words involved with the characters in this work of fiction. Warnings include implied/faint yaoi mentioning.
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Guess Who
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"Ichigo!" Rukia screeched in shock, jerking the said teen out of his previously peaceful slumber and onto the floor with a muffled yelp of surprise. "What the hell are you doing!"
Blinking groggily up at the glaring petite shinigami, Ichigo rubbed his eyes roughly. "Rukia? What the hell? You told me I had a day off." The orange head groused irritably, sitting up and revealing the gray sweatpants he wore to sleep at night while also assigning his hands to the task of untangling his ankles from the twisted white sheets around his captured ankles.
The much-older-than-she-looked-shinigami faltered, violet eyes wavering with uncertainty. "But I thought I saw…" The petite girl spoke haltingly, one hand's slim fingers rising to touch to her temple, as if forestalling an oncoming headache.
Ichigo looked at her concernedly. "Are you okay, Rukia?" He asked kindly, almost giving her a wary look as if she was about to snap and become hysterical at any given second.
Rukia snapped her attention back from the emptily disheveled bed to the teen now standing in front of her, victoriously free from his sheets. "Fine. Just must not be getting much sleep so I'm seeing things." She replied, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Rukia doubted her own words, but what other kind of explanation would there be?
"You should get some sleep then." Ichigo encouraged, guiding her out of his room and to his sisters' where the shinigami was sleeping now. Acting gentlemanly for once, the orange head even opened the door for her and made sure she was comfortable before sneaking his way back out.
"Yeah." Rukia agreed quietly, watching as the sliver of light from the open door gradually ceased to nothing and she was left pondering if her eyes were really just playing tricks on her so early in the morning.
Listening with half an ear to make sure that his friend wouldn't creep out of bed and follow him again, Ichigo silently crept back to his room, taking extra care to actually lock the door that time. "Whoo…" He sighed in relief, slumping against his door. "That was close."
"Tell me about it." His pale copy snarked from the bed, lifting the bed sheets up in a return-invitation despite the Hollow's rather biting tone.
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