I own nothing, and I honestly have no idea where this came from.
There's this weird buzzing noise coming from somewhere, and she can't seem to place it.
She was doing a good job minding her own business, which is a hard thing to achieve when you're a naturally nosy person. But it's not like she was purposely throwing herself into any of his business – he wasn't doing anything. Just sitting there, like the lumpish oaf he was. Yes, lumpish oaf – she liked that one. She'd have to use it sometime. It sounded very Byakuya-ish.
So it's not like he'd have any reason to yell at her when she yanked that neon green plug out of his ear. Just, grab it, and pull! She wanted to tell him about the buzzing noise. That she'd do anything to get rid of it. That's what she was imagining now, staring up at him from her sideways laying position on his bed. Slowly, as if not to attract his attention (men were sort of like animals in that way, she'd learned quite a while ago), she placed the book she was reading behind her on the other side of the bed as she prepared her little body to launch.
Surely he'd know where that irritating sound was coming from.
Slowly moving herself up to balance on hands and knees with her crazy philosophy in mind, she pushed herself up slightly in the air to gain some bounce as she landed back down onto to mattress, and using this, shot herself at him. Smacking into his side, she could hear the sudden intake of air as he had the breath knocked out of him. The chair rocked slightly before it fell to the left, catching the wall that prevented its fall to the ground. But to her great pleasure, she'd managed to rip off one of the cursed plugs out of his ear. And now she sat on Ichigo, who was still in the chair, but trying to balance the weight of them both and push said chair back into its proper position. In mid-teeter, he twisted his face up towards her, whose face was alight in a strange mix of triumph, fury, and strange giddiness - he glared in absolute rage, his eyes sending a look that could kill a man.
Her mouth formed a perfect 'O' shape, an understanding dawning upon her. But he lost control of the chair's balance, and they both tumbled to the ground to the soundtrack of Ichigo's violent vocabulary and her maniacal cackling. And as he lay on the ground, fuming, not realizing what she was about to do, she scrambled back up to a standing position with earbuds and iPod in hand, shooting herself over onto the bed, yanking his window open and chucking his music out into the night.
He just stared, numb. He honestly had no idea anymore.
"Rukia?"
"Yes?"
"All of my hate."
Anything, to get rid of that buzzing.
"Love you, too."