AN
Yay for oneshot collections! This one will be a lot freer than my other attempt, 26 moments. LOL, that didn't work out so good. This fic will be a continuous one and will also be open-ended, which means that I'll just add to this whenever I feel like it. These chapters will not be connected in any way, and are sort of there own little stories.
Disclaimer-I own nothing, for now.
Chapter 1-Fight
"Ichigo, I'm borred!" Rukia whined. The petite, raven-haired, violet-eyed woman sat cross-legged in Ichigo's desk chair, glaring daggers at him. Ichigo sighed. "Not my problem, midget." Swiftly, she kicked him in the shin and watched as he doubled over in pain. "Don't be rude, strawberry! I'm a guest in your house so it is your problem."
"Who says?" Ichigo asked straightening up defiantly. "I say!" she shouted stomping her foot. Once again, Ichigo sighed. This is what happens when you have an empty house with just him and Rukia. It was way too hot outside for any outdoor activities, and for now, the Soul Society didn't seem to have any orders for either of them.
So what could they do? Ichigo thought about it. What would any normal person be doing inside their house right now? The answer was so obvious he felt stupid for not have thinking of it sooner. Admitting defeat, he stood up from his bed and stretched. "Alright, come on midget."
Rukia blinked, not expecting to win so easily. "Uh, okay. Where?" Ichigo snorted. "Just follow me, will ya?" "Not until you tell me what we're doing," she said stubbornly.
"Damn it, your so frustrating! Haven't you ever heard of a surprise?" Ichigo bellowed. "Your one to talk about frustrating! Now will you just TELL me what we're doing?" she shouted back. "FINE! WE'RE GOING TO WATCH TV, OKAY!" Instantly, Rukia's eyes lit up. "Oh, I love TV! Come on Ichigo, let's go!" With that said she was out of the room in a flash, leaving a bewildered Ichigo in her dust. He smiled to himself. He was a complete and utter genius. Rukia was happy and so was he. This was going to work... Right?
10 minutes later...
"No fucking way, Rukia!" She soundly slapped him across the face. "Stop being so vulgar, fool! And what do you mean no way?" "I mean there is no way that I'm gonna sit here and watch that damned Chappy," Ichigo said firmly. "Who said your going to watch it? I'm the one who was borred, remember?" She patted him on the head. "Stupid strawberry."
He glared at her. "So what, I'm just supposed to sit here doing nothing while you watch cartoons?" "I don't care what you do! All I know is I'm watching Chappy." A smile lit her face as she turned up the volume on the TV to hear the Chapppy Show's catchy theme song. So absorbed was she in all the pretty colors and little dancing bunny people that she didn't see Ichigo's hand shoot out and grab the remote from her.
"Hey! Give that back!" she screeched in protest. "Not gonna happen," he said as he began flipping through channels. "There's no way I'm letting you hog the TV." "Damn it Ichigo, let me watch Chappy!" she demanded. Ichigo sank back into the couch cushions looking nonchalant. "You just don't listen well, do you midget? I'll make this very clear for you. No. Fucking. Way."
That was the last straw for Rukia. "GIVE ME THAT REMOTE, YOU BASTARD!" She lunged at him, intent on snatching it from him like he had done to her, but he easily raised the remote way out of her reach. "Sucks to be so tiny, doesn't it," he taunted her. "Why don't you be a good little girl and admit defeat?" Rukia grit her teeth. "Never."
She jumped from the couch, ran to the television set and began changing the channels manually. Ichigo sat patiently, watching her with amusement. He waited until she had found the right channel and was grinning in triumph before changing the channel once more. Rukia growled in frustration before changing the channel back. This time, she stood directly in front of the TV so that the signal couldn't reach the remote. Ichigo wasn't having this. Standing up, he tried to use his height to his advantage by leaning around and over her, but she kept getting in his way. They did this for awhile, stepping back and forth in a weird dance. Rukia got to watch at least a minute of Chappy before Ichigo got fed up and decided to change his tactics.
Grabbing Rukia by the shirt, he pulled her forcefully back to the couch and sat them both down. Locking an arm around her, he kept her still while he once again began to channel surf. Rukia struggled in protest, but he held firm. She managed to wiggle enough to be able to stomp as hard as she could on his foot. Ichigo yowled in pain and bent down to inspect his injured appendage. Taking her golden opportunity, Rukia snatched the remote from him and danced away. "Why, you, little..."
Ichigo furiously began to chase her around the room. It was a wild chase. Rukia used her speed and agility to her advantage; jumping over the coffee table and the couch at one point. Ichigo bumbled after her, almost managing to grab her foot at one point while she was airborne, but she just ended up kicking him in the face. He considered grabbing her by the hair, but that was too barbaric for him. The chase culminated when, so intent was he on following his prey with his eyes that he wasn't looking where he was going. This caused him to bang his leg into the coffee table and fall over in pain.
However, luck was with him. Rukia had been darting in front of him at the time, and so Ichigo turned the fall into a tackle, managing to trap her underneath him. "Ow! Get off me! Your too damn heavy," Rukia complained. Ichigo smirked evilly. "Hand over the remote." "No!" He pressed down a little harder, eliciting a squeal from Rukia. "Fine! You big oaf!" She flung the remote at his face, bouncing it off his forehead. Wincing, he grabbed it before letting her up.
They both retreated back to the couch to rest. As Ichigo turned back to the television, Rukia suddenly tackled him off the couch. "What the hell are you doing, midget!" he shouted. "Payback, you stupid, carrot-topped, strawberry dandelion!" He scoffed at her. "You can't keep me pinned down. I'm a lot stronger than you." He began to rise with her still on his chest to prove his point, but she punched him in the chin, knocking him back to the floor. "You just lay there and watch!"
Ichigo did as he was told, curious as to what she had planned. Suddenly Rukia smiled at him; a dazzling smile that had Ichigo staring in awe at her perfect white teeth. Then, ever so slowly she leaned forward, her long delicate eyelashes fluttering alluringly, and placed her lips on his. In shock, Ichigo let the remote clatter to the floor in favor of wrapping his arms around Rukia and pulling her closer. The kiss lasted a few more seconds before she sprung away from him in joy. Picking up the remote and skipping over to the couch, Rukia settled in to watch Chappy, leaving a dazed Ichigo on the floor.
But then in a flash he was up and towering over her, blocking the TV screen. "Ichigo, what-" "Upstairs. Now." "But Ichi-" "Now, Rukia!" "But Chappy-" "Chappy or me, Rukia?" "I don't-" "Chappy or me!" "Chappy."
That stopped him cold. He watched numbly as the raven-haired little vixen turned back to the screen, leaning around him to see that stupid frolicking little bunny. He was not about to lose to a freaking animated character! Putting his hands on Rukia's shoulders, he turned her back to face him and captured her lips with his, effectively muffling her protests. He continued to kiss her sensually, even running his fingers through her hair and eliciting a small moan from Rukia. He pulled away just as she was getting into it, both huffing for breath. Ichigo looked deep into her beautiful violet eyes, then asked, "What about now?" "You," she said meekly. "Thought so." And with that, he scooped her into his arms and ran upstairs to his room, slamming the door behind them.
AN
I don't know about you, but that was sure entertaining to me. Guess they finally found something to do. And here's the final score, Ichigo 1, Chappy 0. Okay, you can go now, but review first on your way out. Please!