Disclaimer: Nope, the only Bleach that I own is the stuff that you put on clothing after you have a paint fight in art class (yes, I'm guilty of doing such a thing.) Anyhow, I don't own Bleach.
A/N: This is my first Bleach fic, so go easy. I tried to make it not so OOC, but seeing as I'm only in the 5th volume, this was pretty difficult. It's been awhile since I've read Bleach, but seeing as I wrote the rough draft for this months ago, I don't see how that's relevant. Enjoy!
-
-
Rukia sighed loudly, Ichigo could be so tactless. He had practically gotten her run over by a passing bus when he had decided to drag her across the street to a punk clothing shop, and now he had just left her in the middle of a park with no weapons. Well, besides this cool rock that she was currently vandalizing park benches with. Yup, Rukia was drawing bunnies, just like cavemen (well, much more civilized than cavemen.)
Nose… Mouth… Whoops, no tail! *Scribble.* At last, the whole bench was done! She took a minute to look around the park, now where was that asshole Kurosaki? He should've been back after the 20 minutes that he had been gone. Didn't he realize that leaving her all alone in a public place could bring on a catastrophe? Well, it could!
"Hey, Midget!" Kuchiki jumped, why did he have to sneak up on her like that? "You gotta see this! Well, let's… Shit!"
"What?" She questioned innocently. Apparently he had seen the bunnies.
He pointed to the bench that she was currently sitting upon. "That's not cool midget, that's graffiti! And they're horrible!" She just growled menacingly, her art was good in her opinion. And that was all that mattered.
"I should smack you!" The young looking Soul Reaper became irritated. "In fact, I will!"
Just as she was about to assault him however, she noticed that his chest moved on its own. It was very creepy. Did he have...
Kuchiki stood up confused, "do you have a strange condition, like…" She could not bring herself to say the word 'boobs'. "Never-"
Kurosaki chuckled, "no, it's your birthday gift." This caused Rukia to nearly turn around and vomit. What head he meant by, 'no, it's your birthday gift?' It had better be a joke, or something along those lines. She couldn't imagine a perverted Ichigo; at least not like that
"Umm," She began sickly. But before she could continue her sentence, Ichigo had already reached into his shirt and grabbed whatever he had wanted to give her.
"Happy birthday," He smiled whilst holding up a black bunny-rabbit. Rukia squealed like a little girl, attracting the attention of nearly everyone in a 2 mile radius (or so it seemed.) "I'll have to explain this to Isshin, but I don't think that he'll mind all too much. Do you like it?"
She nodded, although she knew that it had been a rhetorical question. Of course she had liked it, it was a bunny! "Of course!"
"Good." Kurosaki seemed pleased with himself. "Come on," he smiled, "let's go back to home." And even though she would not dare tell him, Ichigo had made it the best birthday for her yet.
-
-
Was it okay? Like I said, it's my first. It may seem a bit rushed, my apolgies for that. R,R and R. And tell me if it's OOC, okay. I don't want to let an OOC story ruin my other reviews. I'm more of a Final Fantasy 7 writer, though I've written Harry Potter, Spider-Man, Furuba (Fruits Basket), and Turok. Just don't flame me, 'kay? I won't flame you.
~Leviathan's Dirge