This is a two or three shot that I thought of out of nowhere! Note that I don't go into details about the creatures. This just happens to be a story with everyone as mythical creatures. Not a story that just happens to have Ichigo and Rukia as the characters!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
His Kitsune, Her Werewolf
One and a half years ago…
Sighing, she leaned her head back against the wall, mindlessly playing with her star ball, which was tucked nicely under the top of her furisode, adorning her neck as a necklace. Rukia stood nearby Byakuya's office door, waiting for him to finish his meeting with the king of the werewolves. She absentmindedly played with the end of her furisode that was cut to a little bit above her knees. It wasn't too revealing, and it still allowed her to move a bit more freely.
Her four tails moved against the walls as she leaned back, fidgeting impatiently with her fingers.
"Thanks for your time, Byakuya." She turned to the side, seeing the orange haired werewolf exit her brother's office. He was wearing what westerners called a "dress shirt, vest, and pants." Due to the way he dressed and the obvious wolf ears that stood atop his head, it was easy to differentiate him from the usual kitsune.
Upon exiting the office, he glanced at her and politely smiled before turning to Byakuya, "Is that your sister?"
Byakuya walked out of the office and looked at Rukia, nodding. "What are you doing here? You should be at your flower arranging class."
She nodded, and got off the wall, "I am aware of that, but I was wondering if you could let me off for the rest of the afternoon? I haven't trained nor taken Chappy out on a ride for quite awhile." She looked up expectantly, politely keeping her hands together in front of her.
"You're always with that horse. A few days alone won't hurt, and have you forgotten? You must practice the dance for the festival of Inari. It's only a week away; no training or lounging around until you perfect your dance and calligraphy. The festival is counting on it," he answered, his face stern as ever.
Mentally sighing, she nodded her head. "Of course, Nii-sama," she said, tightening her hands into fists.
As she was about to turn around and leave, he quickly added, "Kurosaki Ichigo will be staying with us until the festival is over. Please attend to his needs and show him around the palace, if you may. Thank you." He then nodded to her and Ichigo before descending down the hall, to the opposite side of the building.
Rukia looked at Ichigo, and moved so that she was directly in front of him. She bowed, "I am Rukia, and it is an honor to meet you, Kurosaki-sama," she said, smiling politely.
Mentally grimacing, Ichigo shook his head, "Don't start with the 'Kurosaki-sama' shit. Ichigo's fine." He extended a hand out to her, "And it's nice to meet you too, Rukia, or would you prefer Hime-chama?" he said jokingly, extending his hand out to her.
The corners of her lips moved upwards at his attempt at humor. Normally that would have been considered rude, but she knew that he wasn't completely accustomed to Japanese ways, and so she let it slip. He was, however, fluent in Japanese and knew quite a bit about Japan and the kitsune. It was a given though, since it was rumored that he was part Japanese, but considering his name, it very well might be true. "Rukia's fine, Ichigo," she took his hand and shook it, widening her eyes slightly when she felt their reiatsu make contact. It was the first time she had ever been that close to a werewolf, and the way his reiatsu reacted to her own was very different. It was like there was a spark of some sort between them.
"Good to hear. I'm not exactly a big fan of honorifics to tell you the truth," he said, smiling. He scratched the back of his head, one of his ears twitching.
Rukia raised an eyebrow, amused by the man's laid back and friendly nature. "So how about a tour around the castle?"
"Or how about you show me around the city instead?" Ichigo offered, sending her a knowing look. "We'll have to take the horses…"
As much as she wanted to, she couldn't give in to temptation. She was always taught to never do that for the sake of, well, many things, according to Byakuya. He always had a tell-tale way of teaching her things without ever going into detail. Basically, she would learn whatever she was taught, but never know why she actually needed it. According to her brother, she would understand when the time came, whenever that was. "Well, Nii-sama said-" she said, being cut off.
"Who cares what 'Nii-sama' says? I say that we go into town. And he said you would attend to my needs, and I need to go into the city, so what can Byakuya say about that?" He smirked, starting toward the stair case. After no response, he turned around, "You comin' or what?"
Rukia blinked, but followed after him reluctantly, swiveling her tails in delight. She had decided she liked the king of the werewolves. He was easy to talk to, and miles more interesting than her brother.
Arriving at the stable, Rukia quickly ran to her white horse, which she named, Chappy. She grinned, sliding her fingers through the hairs of the horse's mane. "Sorry, I haven't taken you out in awhile. Nii-sama was being an ass…," she whispered to the horse, encircling her arm around its neck.
"So that's Chappy, I assume," said Ichigo, amusedly from behind her as he pet his own horse, a large black horse. "This guy is, Kon. My mother gave him to me as a gift when I was young."
"He seems very cared for. His coat is very sleek and shiny," she said, observing the horse. "And yeah, this is Chappy. I found her one day after my rabbit died, and named her after my rabbit. And that explains why she isn't of a 'royal breed.'" Rukia rolled her eyes, remembering Byakuya's criticism towards the poor animal. She saddled her horse, making sure it was secure, along with the many guards on its legs. After she was sure everything was on securely, she lightly patted at the emblem that represented the Kuchikis and kitsune engraved in the saddle. Glancing quickly at Ichigo, she noticed his horse as well, was covered by guards to show "status." The saddle too had the Kurosaki emblem engraved into it, as well as the symbol of the werewolves.
She climbed atop the horse, fixing her horse riding hakama which she had changed into before entering the stables. Her clothes were designed specifically for her and looked more like a kimono than simple horse riding clothes. "You don't ride side saddle?" asked Ichigo, moving towards her on his own horse.
"Well, this isn't Europe. Women in Japan don't often ride horses, and so side saddles aren't necessary. We also wear hakama, which allows us to ride like men," she said with a lopsided smile. She rode out of the stables alongside Ichigo, her ears folding back as the chilly wind blew. "What would you like to see first?"
"Anywhere is fine, but I'm curious as to where you stay? I heard that you don't actually live in the castle with Byakuya," said Ichigo, watching her as her short midnight hair flew around her face. "I'm not going to stalk you, so don't fret."
Rukia laughed, "It takes more to scare me than a stalker, or perverted werewolf might I add." She smirked jokingly at him nudging him in the side with her elbow since she was close enough to do so.
He glared at her, "Just so you know, I might be a king, but I'm not a pig. And while you might not be scared, there are many dangerous people out there."
"From what I've heard, you're quite the lady killer. And I'm more than capable of punishing anyone who dares peek through my bathroom window. Human men have risked their lives doing so before, knowing that I'm a kitsune," she said, slightly smug.
She then pointed to a large traditional mansion right behind the castle. While the castle's interior and exterior was mostly westernized, the Kuchiki mansion was of the traditional type; with tatami mats and shoji doors. "That's the private Kuchiki manor. Usually Nii-sama stays there, but due to his duties, he stays up at the castle. He had the castle specially built to fit the preferences of European guests, and to protect the Kuchiki manor in case of attack. You will be staying at the castle I presume?"
"Yeah, I am. But I find the manor much more interesting," said Ichigo, riding towards the manor. "Care if I take a look? It's not often that I have a chance to go into a traditional Japanese home. Plus, I heard the home of a kitsune is considered lucky." He turned back to her, a grin on his face.
She rolled her eyes, and followed him, feeling a smile grace her lips.
"What's that violet ball on your necklace?" asked Ichigo, laying on the grass, watching as the sakura petals fell from the tree. He blew at a petal that fell towards his mouth, growling much like a wolf when said petal fell on his nose.
Rukia looked down at her necklace, fingering her star ball, "This is a star ball. It contains my power, and represents my soul. When I'm in human form, it just looks like a violet translucent pearl on my necklace, but when I transform, it becomes large. It's like a power limiter." She lay on her stomach, facing Ichigo with her legs swinging back and forth behind her, with her tails squiggling in the air.
After a good few hours of talking while roaming different parts the large town, the two lay below a sakura tree to rest. The whole situation consisted of Ichigo asking questions, and Rukia replying with as much enthusiasm. At least now, they both were comfortable enough to engage in personal conversations.
"Ah, so it's like my choker, in the sense that it stores our full power within it." He nodded, picking at his choker. "The thing's annoying as hell, but I need to keep it on. If I don't, I instantly transform into my true form, which isn't pleasant. If you've never seen the true form of a werewolf, then I'll tell you that we look like humongous mutant wolves. We can either run on all fours, or only our hind legs."
"I see… that is quite interesting. Have you ever seen a kitsune's real form before?" She asked, sitting up.
"I have only a few times before the peace treaty was signed after the wars," he said, raising his brow at her in interest. "Why do you ask?"
She grinned, petting one of her tails that lay on her lap. "I was just curious. Have you ever seen a royal kitsune transform?" To which he shook his head, actually looking her in the eye this time. "Then why don't I show you? Nii-sama hates it when I transform, but if he's not here, then he shouldn't care."
Standing up, she smiled at him. She closed her eyes, her star ball vibrating. Her body began to glow all white as the space around her started to distort. Shape shifting, her body glittered with mist being released as she changed shape.
Ichigo sat up, watching with interest as the princess transformed into her true form, revealing an elegant snow white kitsune with midnight black fur trailing up from the bottom of her legs. She had four tails, like she did in human form with her violet star ball held tightly in one of them.
"So that's what it looks like... I've seen other kitsune transform, but your transformation is different. It's less gruesome, not that a kitsune's transformation is gross anyways, not compared to a werewolf," he said, reaching out to touch her. She moved forward and allowed him to pet her.
Her fur was soft, Ichigo let his hand travel through the fur of her back, slowly moving towards her tails. "Your tails look extra soft. I heard that if you touch a kitsune's tail without permission, you'll be cursed."
Rukia chuckled, sitting down and licking her her paw.
"You know, maybe someday I'll show you my true form, but not now," Ichigo ruffled the fur on her head before staring up at the moon in the starry night sky.
A week later...
"You did well, Rukia."
Rukia's ears perked up, instantly recognizing the deep familiar voice of a certain werewolf. If it were anyone else, she'd be surprised to know they discovered her special spot, but since it was Ichigo, she didn't mind that he found her. He did that quite often actually; he was able to locate her spot as she could him. Everyone else found it strange, but they both didn't see what was so irregular about it.
She placed her hand on the bench she sat upon, and twisted her body to look behind her. The wind blew softly, making her hair blow around her face. "Glad to know. After all, I didn't practice my ass off for nothing. And shouldn't you be getting ready to leave? Midnight's in less than two hours."
Ichigo chuckled, crossing his arms over his clothed chest, "Do you want to get rid of me that fast, Hime-chama?" He walked up towards her, looking at the luminescent moon as it adorned the night sky.
He called her, "Hime-chama" sometimes to tease her, while she called him a large range of insulting titles, but the most common was, "bakamono." Normally addressing each other like that was very rude, but they weren't exactly "Byakuya-like," or prudish, as Ichigo casually put it.
"Matter-of-factly, yes, yes I do. You keep scaring my bunnies, making the female servants faint with your blasting pheromones, showing off during my calligraphy classes, scaring people off with your scowl, and constantly waving your tail in my face or on the back of my head!
"It's very annoying, actually."
The orange haired werewolf laughed, smacking her in the back of the head with his tail. "Glad to know I left a nice impression. And tell the female servants, 'I'm sorry I'm too good looking.'" He chuckled smugly, causing one of Rukia's ears to twitch, making her roll her eyes.
"I honestly don't see what's so 'good looking' about you. You scowl constantly, and you always look like you want to kill someone; not exactly "prince charming" material, like how you westerners put it. You don't seem very romantic to me." Rukia took off her tabi socks and threw them to the side along with her geta, letting her feet rest comfortably on top of the grass.
"Oh, but you don't know Rukia. Back in Europe, women were crazy about me. They commissioned witches to make them love potions, while younger witches attempted to put spells on me," he stretched out his arms and plopped down on the grass, lying back with his legs and arms sprawled out on the ground.
Rukia laughed, brushing out one of her tails, "Well, weren't you a big shot. Did you flirt with every female creature possible?"
"I don't flirt, they flirt with me. I once asked for directions, and a women laughed and told me I was really funny. It's entertaining, really," he said, tilting his head to look at her. "And typical of any other man, I usually only court the exceptionally beautiful women, unless they have a bad attitude."
"Hm… I don't find that fair to the women who have beautiful personalities, but not exceptionally good looks. But I am a hypocrite to say that," she got up and walked over to the edge of the lake, sticking her bare feet into the cool water, grinning. In human form, she loved the feeling of water, but when in her true form, she couldn't tolerate it as easily; it made her fur weigh down, and was just plain annoying to move around in.
"True, but that's the nature of all creatures," he sat up, and yawned, scratching the back of his head. "I think it's time I leave.
"See ya' later, Rukia! I have a feeling this won't be the last time we meet," he got up and walked over to Rukia's side, ruffling her hair. "Good luck with Byakuya! He's got some crazy plans for you next month."
Rukia rolled her eyes, and stuck her tongue out at his good-naturedly, "Yeah. Have a safe trip, not that anything can lay finger on you with those guards of yours." She turned around and instantly spotted Ichigo's body guards, "You can come out now, Sado, Madarame, Ayasegawa-san." The said guards jumped out from and behind the trees.
Ichigo smirked at them before turning back to Rukia, "I guess we'll see each other later. Have fun in class," he said, walking away, waving his hand.
"Thanks, baka. And you have fun dealing with your kingdom's problems, they sound like fun!" She said loudly, her tails waving back and forth in the air.
She didn't want to admit it, but she'd miss the idiot. Now it was only her, Byakuya, the servants, and the occasional visitor.
Present time… a year and a half later
Rukia's ear twitched.
What if Inoue and Senna were trying to win Ichigo's heart? Why was everyone assuming she would be mad? He was the king of the werewolf kingdom, and she was the princess of the kitsune kingdom, there was nothing else to it. They were acquaintances who made deals and such with each other and had a bit of friendship going on; nothing that involved "attraction," or "sexual pheromones."
She could care less about the whole ordeal, honestly.
She scoffed as she sipped her tea, one of her four tails sweeping along the tatami. "I don't know about you, but you and Ichi-nii seem kind of suspicious if you know what I mean," said Ichigo's sister, Karin. The female werewolf was currently lying on the ground unceremoniously, with her legs spread apart and her arms under her head.
A few months after Ichigo and Rukia's first meeting, Rukia discovered that Ichigo's father had a separate manor that was built in Japan years ago, and it wasn't too far away from the Kuchiki manor. It wasn't ready for Ichigo the last time he came, so Byakuya had suggested Ichigo stay with them. After he left, a couple of months later, his two sisters and father came to visit Japan, which was when she met Karin, along with her sister, Yuzu. Karin and Rukia got along very well, to which the young werewolf decided to stay in Japan since it was calmer -and she was sick of corsets. Due to her decision, her twin, Yuzu, spent a year in Japan and a year back in Europe.
Yuzu would usually follow Karin to the Kuchiki manor, where they would chat with Rukia and eat. She got along well with Rukia, but spent most of her time playing with the bunnies, or testing out different foods in the kitchen.
"Why does everyone think that? You're the fifth person today to ask me. I don't care! Ichigo can do whatever he wants, I'm not stopping him," growled Rukia, dipping her brush into the black ink on top of the kotatsu.
Karin stuck her bottom lip out, unconvinced. "You seem pretty riled up to me. But come on, it's hard to see you guys not more than friends." She looked to the side at the open doors, watching as snow fell to the ground softly.
"I'm 'riled up' as you put it, because I keep getting asked the same thing over and over!" Rukia tried to keep her hand steady as she wrote, but added extra pressure at times, screwing up her calligraphy. "And we're just friends. People should stop imagining things. Yes, we share eating utensils sometimes, and can tell what each others' thinking at any time, but that doesn't mean there's something between us. We're just not like that."
Still, the other woman was unconvinced. "Whatever you say… but it's nearly impossible for a male and a female to share a platonic love without there being at least one point intime where one of the counterparts felt something more for the other," she said, continuing to watch the snow, crawling under the kotatsu when the cold breeze blew inside, chilling her skin.
Rukia stayed silent after that, not having an intelligent answer to give. The other woman didn't continue talking either, and the only sound heard was the very distant sound of human servants rustling around the manor.
Finally, after a few minutes, the young werewolf added, "Don't get me wrong, I like Orihime-chan, and Senna-san too, but I want what's the best for Ichi-nii," piped up Karin, sitting up and pouring herself a cup of tea. "And no offense to them… but I don't think they're what he needs." She knew Orihime and Senna pretty well, but thought they were too much like all the other women; they were bubbly, always too happy, and too predictable. Rukia, on the other hand was different. She was sarcastic, witty, and so very relatable, while also fairly agreeable.
Rukia turned to the werewolf, one of her ears standing up slightly. "Well, if not them, what does he need then? Those two would make great partners. They're very loyal, kind, polite, and friendly," she said, unaware that she had left her brush pressed against her paper, causing the black ink to absorb and feather. "And Senna-san's a werewolf too."
Karin sat up and looked the other woman straight in the eye, "What he needs is a violet eyed kitsune who knows how to put him in his place."
Ichigo sighed, and placed the book he had just finished reading back into its rightful spot on the shelf of his personal library.
"Karin just sent a message saying that she and Rukia will be arriving tonight," said Ichigo's friend, Renji, from behind him. Renji wasn't an aristocrat, but he was pretty well off. He was Ichigo's childhood friend, and now his unprofessional consultant for pretty much anything. He was part werewolf, with some kitsune heritage, which was why he was also fluent in Japanese.
"Already? She just told us yesterday that she would be coming," the orange haired werewolf walked over to Renji and sat on the couch next to him, flipping open a random book that was on the nearby table.
Renji shrugged, "Probably some sort of kitsune magic? I don't know if they can even do that sort of thing though." He flipped through random pages of some book he picked up, not paying much attention to its content. "So… I hear from Mizuiro that you and Rukia are awfully 'chummy?'"
Ichigo's ears perked up, stopping his reading, "I'm not answering. I've been asked this too many times already."
"Oh, it's true then." The other man smirked, closing his book and carelessly tossing it onto the nightstand next to the couch.
"Don't draw conclusions, asshole. Nothing's going on between us, we're close friends, that's all. Can't a man and woman share a platonic relationship?" asked Ichigo, his scowl deepening. Everyone for some reason found his and Rukia's relationship extremely romantic, even though he didn't see what was so amusing about it. Even his old man was acting as if it was official!
"Not in this day and age. With more literature and art sprouting about, everyone's been obsessed with love and romance stories. And yours just happens to be extremely appealing. It's even popular internationally, believe it or not," laughed Renji, putting his arms behind his head.
Ichigo widened his eyes in surprise, "Those damn pixies, they gossip about everything!" He closed his book and turned to his laughing friend. "And what do you mean it's popular internationally?"
"Well, think about it. Two different creatures from two very different worlds fall in love without knowing it, but must deal with their different lifestyles, and cannot be together so easily. And then when you throw in love rivals, it creates a drama, and people like that crap.
"I thought a literature freak like you would understand, but I guess you're stupider than I thought. Actually, no, you were always this stupid," said Renji, smirking. He watched amusedly as Ichigo let the information sink in, his tail waving through the air.
"Wait, who are the love rivals?"
"Inoue and Senna… and I think Ashido's been quite enthusiastic to see her too," Renji loved pushing at Ichigo's buttons. The orange haired idiot wasn't as smart as he thought he was; he often, unknowingly, put his heart on his sleeve when it came to subjects like Rukia. He may not know it, but Renji could tell that there was something going on between him and the violet-eyed kitsune.
Later that night…
Having been greeted by the head butler, Karin and Rukia were escorted go their rooms. Karin had followed Rukia to help her get comfortable.
"I have to wear this?" asked the ignorant kitsune, pointing to the corset that the maid held in her hands.
Karin laughed, "Yup, that was one of the reasons I decided to stay in Japan; no more corsets." She walked over to one of the closets inside the guest suite Rukia would be staying in, and looked through the dresses. "Hmm, this is definitely your color. Anyways, I'll see you later, I need to freshen up too. If you need anything, feel free to ask Hinamori." She then waved before exiting the room.
The said girl, Hinamori, smiled shyly. "Um, I'll be your personal maid during your stay. So feel free to ask me anything!" she said, blushing, her feline ears pressing downwards. She was, obviously, a werecat who was also pretty talented at witchcraft, according to Karin. Rukia was warned not to get on the girl's bad side.
"Of course, and just wondering, will I have to wear those too?" asked Rukia, pointing at the heeled shoes on the floor in fear.
Momo laughed, "Not if you don't want to, but I recommend doing so since this is your first taste of European culture. Usually the poorer class people can't afford shoes like these, so please appreciate them while you can! Although, I agree they're tight and hard to walk in, but a little practice will help."
Rukia nodded, reluctantly allowing Momo to dress her. The dress Karin had picked out for her before was admittedly very pretty. It was a soft lilac colored dress that had slightly puffed sleeves at the shoulders with the rest of the sleeves tight against her arms. It wasn't too frilly or lacey, which was at least good. However, the bottom of the dress had a layered style which was annoying since it weighed the dress down. And Momo found it funny when the dress had to be edited to accommodate her many tails. It was fit for the average female werewolf which allowed for one tail to be free… but kitsune tails were extra fluffy, and she had many, so one cut out would certainly not do.
"Please don't move, I might mess up," said Momo with much concentration. Rukia fidgeted uncomfortably as the other woman twisted and pinned her hair. How could it take so long to do her hair when she had really short hair to begin with? It was beyond her! "I'm sorry I'm taking so long to prepare you. I'm sure you're impatient to go see Kurosaki, but don't worry, you'll look absolutely beautiful that the fur on his tail will stand up straight! Well, if he were a werecat I guess, then it would make more sense!" she laughed.
As much as Rukia wanted to deny any truth that she was impatient to see Ichigo, she was a bit anxious. But she wouldn't admit it as people would conclude deliriously that they were officially engaged or something ludicrous like that. It's happened before, like when she needed to see him to give him a file he forgot, people assumed they were going to elope and gave her words of luck or tried to talk her out of it... not that she needed to be talked out of anything, anyways!
"Oh, and try to avoid Senna today, she's been in a rather sour mood lately since Kurosaki hasn't acted favorably to her flirting attempts. She, of course, won't try to physically harm you in any way, but she's very competitive," said Momo, sighing.
Rukia groaned, she knew Senna, but they weren't close enough to be friends, so she had a feeling the girl wasn't exactly fond of her right now since she believed that Rukia posed a threat to her relationship with Ichigo, which was stupid, but what could she do about it?
The violet eyed kitsune played with her star ball, completely dreading having to meet up with Senna. Orihime, she was friends with, so she was okay with her. She could try speaking to Senna nicely, but she heard that when the girl was mad, friendliness was useless until the fire was simmered. Great. Now every female probably hates me because I'm for some reason a rival for Ichigo's heart. Nii-sama better not find out, or I'm dead, thought Rukia, grimacing.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Karin walked in, adorned in her traditional clothing, fit for a princess. Compared to her usual "lazy day" clothes back in Japan, she looked very different now, like she actually tried, thought Rukia humorously.
"Woah there, you clean up nicely. I almost couldn't recognize you," laughed Karin, surprised. Her hair was simply tied up in a pony tail, and she wore a light red dress that wasn't too bright or too dark, but rather, very Karin-like. "Want a tour of the palace? I'm sure you'll like it." Without getting an answer, the dark haired werewolf walked out of the room, waiting for Rukia to follow along.
Karin then proceeded to show Rukia the different sections of the palace, including the library, dining hall, ball room, and the stables. Each part of the palace was decorated with the colors of the werewolves, and the emblem of the Kurosaki's; it was a reminder to her that she was in a foreign land.
"And this is the garden, our last destination. Ichigo usually likes to spar here at night and lay around during the day; he's like a cat," Karin opened the twin doors that led to the outside world, revealing a large backyard that probably stretched half the size of the Mediterranean sea, if one were to exaggerate of course. There were large rose bushes surrounding the perimeter of the garden with the typical maze far in the back. There were a few water fountains spread around with small patches of flowers planted here and there.
"Who's a cat now?" piped up Ichigo from above. Rukia jumped in surprise, not sensing Ichigo's reiatsu. She turned around swiftly, and found him sitting on the roof with Renji. They both held their swords, and were breathing heavily; they probably had been sparring no less than five minutes ago. "Oh, and who's this lovely lad- wait, is that you Rukia?" He widened his eyes, and jumped down from the roof, taking a closer look. "Shit! It is!" he exclaimed, noticing her tails and ears.
Rukia crossed her arms, a vein popping on her forehead, "What's that supposed to mean, you idiot? Do I look that bad?" Her ear twitched as one of her fangs stuck out of her mouth in irritation.
Ichigo scratched the back of his head, his cheeks very slightly pink. He hated to admit it, but she looked really good in the dress she wore. And with her hair out of her face, he could see her eyes better. He was actually surprised she could look that pretty in non-Japanese clothing, not that she wasn't pretty before. But it wasn't as though it was anything different from saying any other girl was pretty… yeah, it wasn't anything different, he convinced himself. "Well, you don't look bad. You just look really…," Karin smirked at him, waiting for him to continue, "really European."
The dark haired kitsune lifted one of her brows, "I see… glad to know. I already stick out with my tails, so it's good I fit in at least a little bit." She chuckled and then walked away when a statue in the garden caught her attention.
Once Rukia left, Karin snapped her head to Ichigo and glared at him, "What the hell was that? 'Really European?' Are you really that stupid? Please tell me I'm not the only one you frustrate, right Renji?" She turned to the red haired werewolf, frowning when she noticed he was staring in the direction Rukia was in. "Renji? Hello? Are you going to keeping ignoring me, or do you want me to kick you?" Getting no answer, she kicked Renji in the shin, and then proceeded to show her violent displays of annoyance by punching her older brother in the head.
"What the hell?!" yelled both Ichigo and Renji, grabbing a hold of their bruised body parts.
Karin scowled, "That's for being idiots." She glared at them one last time before walking over to Rukia, who was observing a bush that was trimmed into the shape of a wolf with much fascination, and tapping her shoulder, "Come on, it's getting late. I'm tired of being around those two. I feel like my sanity's slowly slipping away."
Rukia laughed, "I completely understand. I'm pretty tired myself." She followed Karin away post sticking her tongue out at Ichigo, and saying her formal goodbyes to Renji.
Ichigo rolled his eyes at her as she walked by, "Night, Kuchiki. Make sure you don't drown in the blankets. Being small can be tough, I know." She glared at him and hit him hard with one of her tails.
"Be lucky I didn't bite you."
"How lady-like."
As the two continued with their immature comebacks, they –or more like Rukia- were being observed closely by a certain determined maiden who was very much intimidated by Rukia's presence.
A/N:Sorry if you found mistakes! I simply don't have time to look it over thoroughly! Anyways, this chapter is basically introducing the setting, starting up the story. The real stuff starts next chapter!
So keep reading and please review! Any comments are appreciated! [As for flames, please shove them up your ass, with my most sincerest apologies]
