Just Thanks
It was really just an ordinary day in Karakura town, one like any other that had ever occurred. Ichigo Kurosaki sat at his desk, writing bland notes about a bland subject so that he could be ahead in his classes. After all, he could not fail. He would not risk that.
Out of the blue, a head of raven hair was poking out of his closet, sharp, demanding voice to follow.
"I'm hungry."
"Yeah? So whaddya want me to do about it?" Ichigo demanded.
"Hmph, that's not very polite of you." Rukia muttered, folding her arms across her lack of bosom.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
"It's not like I have any money." She returned.
"I'm not even done with my homework yet."
"You've been working on it for an hour!"
"Actually, I started five minutes ago."
Rukia made her 'I'm thinking of ways to kill you' face and hopped out of the closet, sock-sheathed foot poised delicately on the center of his chest. "You'd better take me to get something." She demanded, her sapphire eyes narrowed into lethal slits.
"Fine." Ichigo stood as soon as she lowered her foot to the floor, rubbing the back of his neck. Rukia slipped her feet into her shoes as soon as they hit the floor, poised to jump out of the window.
"I'll meet you at the door." She told him, leaping out silently and expertly. She had not prepared for the shock coursing through her shins, and she fell onto her hands, gasping and muttering under her breath. As soon as she recovered, she appeared at Ichigo's front door, just as he walked out.
"Hey."
"Shut up." She rolled her eyes at him. Ichigo resisted the temptation to stick his tongue out at her, instead settling for walking silently down the street with her at his side. Who cared what people would think?
"So. Where are we going, Ichigo?"
"Dunno."
"What do you mean you don't know?" she demanded almost furiously.
"Ah, shut up and just follow me." He muttered in return. Eventually, they made it to a small noodle bar, and he held the door open as she walked in before him.
"What's this place?" she asked.
"It's a food place." Ichigo returned, and she huffed, deciding to give up on asking him anything ever again, as if that would actually last longer than an hour.
It seemed to take perhaps a minute before they had their bowls of noodles, and she was devouring hers with little shame. She smiled when she finished to watch Ichigo toy with his food.
"You've got a little something—" Ichigo reached over the table to pluck a stray noodle from Rukia's chin, and she almost blushed, but before he could lean back, she leaned forward to brush her lips across his.
"Thanks." She murmured, darting from the restaurant and directly to Ichigo's closet.
-End