Title: Guilt Trip
Author: Ancha289
Rating: T
Summary: Rukia is searching
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. Kubo Tite is an evil genius, and I bow down to him.
Authoress's Notes: This was written for day one of the 12 Tortures Challenge here. The challenge is simple: For each day, a torture prompt (guilt trip, tongue lashing, etc) is issued, and each artist or author must have their work up by midnight of that day. The last challenge is the day of Ichigo's birthday. This means that there will be twelve chapters in this complete work.
Thanks to Overtoned on livejournal for the beta.
Pairings: IchiRuki if you squint
Torture: Guilt Trip
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"Ichigo?"
He swiveled around in his chair to stare at Rukia's feet where they jutted from underneath his bed. "What?"
"Have you seen my snow globe?" Her muffled voice grew clearer as she shimmied backwards and into the open room. "I can't find it."
"Nope." He turned back to his homework and stared at the blank sheet of paper before him. Behind him, Rukia continued to toss his things around his room. Unable to concentrate with the chaos unfolding behind him, Ichigo fiddled with his pencil and stared at the wall above his desk.
"Ugh, it's dusty in here," Rukia muttered, shoving the closet door back. "You know, the one with the bunnies inside that Yuzu and Karin gave—"
"I know which one you're talking about."
"Have you seen it?" She asked again, facing him and fiddling with the edge of his sweater. Watching her peer at him with wide eyes and a tiny body that disappeared inside his clothes, Ichigo couldn't bring himself to lie to her anymore.
"Yeah," he sighed.
"Great," she chirruped. "Where is it? I've looked all in the girls' room but I can't—"
"I broke it." Silence hung in the air, and he shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "I was dusting and it just..." He trailed off and mimed the snow globe falling from its self and exploding on the floor.
The dark haired girl's confused gaze morphed slowly into her Glare of Death. "You are the child prodigy of Soul Society and you can't catch a falling snow globe?"
"It's not like I did it on purpose," Ichigo burst out, but she muttered something intelligible and left the room, slamming the door in his face. "Fuck," he whispered, dropping back into his chair. How in the hell was he going to make that up to her?