Title: Bad Examples
Fandom/Community: Bleach / 15minutefic
Characters: Ichigo, Rukia, Orihime, Yachiru
Pairing: IchigoxRukia
Rating: R
Word Prompt: Mimic
Word Count: 515
Summary: Spontaneous violent love.

Author Notes: I originally was going in a totally different direction with this; with Orihime yelling at Rukia and Ichigo when Yachiru started repeating the words they were saying. But it came more with the idea of Orihime being worried that Yachiru would start saying the words, and it took on a more IchixRuki tone.


"Y'know, Rukia, you can be a bit of a bitch sometimes."'

The black-haired woman grunted, before putting her fist into the boy's face, listening as he swore again. "What do you have to say about that now, huh?"

"Yea, definitely a bitch. Oof!"

Orihime glanced up, horrified at the words that were coming out of her two friend's mouths; leaned over and covered Yachiru's ears with her hands. The pink-haired girl glanced up at the red-head, blinking her big eyes before shaking her head in an attempt to get the woman's hands off her.

"What're you doing, Biggy?" Yachiru implored, abandoning her coloring for a moment as she stared at Orihime.

The young woman shook her head and pointed to where Rukia and Ichigo were fighting in the dirt: Ichigo on his stomach, while Rukia sat on his back, his arms held painfully behind his back, Rukia screaming 'Say it!' while Ichigo let out a mix of swear words and curses that would rival a sailors.

"You shouldn't hear those words!" Orihime said furiously, attempting to get Yachiru to pick up her stuff, take her hand and go inside. She pushed at the shoji door and shook her head. "They're being bad examples. It's—" She was interrupted when the fight took on a new level of volume.

"Ichigo, you asshole, say 'uncle'!"

"Good-fucking-god, Rukia, stop fucken pulling on my arms!"

Yachiru grinned and jumped up and down, completely ignoring Orihime and subsequently smashing a few of her best crayons beneath her leaping feet when she came back down to earth.

Orihime's face was beat red. "C'mon, Yachiru-chan, let's go inside, where we can do something fun."

"But, Biggy!" Yachiru insisted, pointing a stubby finger at the couple, still scuffling in the dirt. Ichigo had gained a little more ground and was on his back instead; his arm wrapped around Rukia's neck as she bit his forearm. "This is fun!" The little girl turned back to the fight, screaming, "Go Ruki!"

"Ichigo, you ass, I swear, if you don't let go this instant!"

"What?! What are you gonna—?"

Orihime blushed further when Rukia managed to spin around in the teen's arms, and pressed her mouth up against his. His struggling ceased after a minute, merely using his arm to pull her closer. Her face was thoroughly a tomato when Yachiru turned to her and murmured depressingly, "Okay, let's go inside, Biggy."

The pink-haired girl took Orihime's hand, after gathering what remained of her coloring utensils, and walked inside; leaving the two teens in the dirt.

Rukia broke away from Ichigo long enough to murmur, "They left finally."

Ichigo pressed his lips back to hers, shutting her up for a moment before his hand found its way up and under Rukia's shirt, a grin on his face. "Yea, now I can do this without having Orihime hit me." A low growl formed in the back of his throat as he swiped his tongue at her lips in distraction.

Rukia would have hit him if she hadn't been letting out a low-pitched whine into his mouth.