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Perfection
Chapter One
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It was a bright morning in Karakura Chou. The blazing sun shone its intense rays at the said city, seemingly proud that all of the stupid clouds had been blown away by the loyal wind. With the said clouds mumbling its oath to get its revenge, and so begin this story...
Kuchiki Rukia walked calmly beside Kurosaki Ichigo, both are on their way to Karakura High. Holding a magazine in her hands, she read them without paying any attention to her surroundings, much to Ichigo's dismay. His scowl was deeper than usual, since he had to look out after her for some reason. What was that reason again?
Oh, right.
Because of his dad.
SCREECH!
"Watch out!" Ichigo shouted as he pulled Rukia's right arm back. The raven-haired shinigami stumbled backwards, but did not fall. Instead, she keeps her feet steady, and flipped a page with her dainty index finger.
The gray-white van that was about to hit her stopped suddenly - after much effort from the driver, of course -, barely missing a lamp post beside it. The driver stuck his head out of the window and yelled for Rukia to be more careful before driving away safely. Rukia, hearing her name being said, nonchalantly flapped her palm up and down, eyes still locked to the darned magazine.
Ichigo sighed in relieve. This is the fifth time he had to pull her out of harm's way. First, she was walking straight to those fancy fences with spikes, second, she almost walked into a trench, third, she almost stepped on the crazy pitbull's head (there was a rumor going around Karakura that someone has stupidly stomped on the poor pitbull's head again and again and again, until it went crazy), fourth, she almost walked into the river that they always crossed, and at last, she almost had a van speeding at 80 km/hour run over her.
'That is it!' he thought. He was pretty tired of saving her butt every time and he was also tired of the extra patrolling last night. He glared menacingly at the reading Rukia, clenching his fist in anger.
Rukia, sensing that someone might be glaring at her, stopped her reading and looked upwards. What do you know, she was right. There was a pair of chocolate-brown eyes glaring at her menacingly, bad aura slowly radiating off him. She sighed in frustration before crossing her arms and asked, "Why are you glaring at me?"
"You don't say. I was glaring?" Ichigo answered with another question.
"Drop the sarcasm, Ichigo. I'm asking you a question here."
"Well heck, why wouldn't I be glaring?! I had to save your stupid midget butt every single time you went into danger because of that darned magazine!" he pointed accusingly at the magazine Rukia was reading. "Why are you reading a magazine, anyway? What happened to that shoujo horror manga you had? What was it called again? Uhm... The Jade Hermitage?"
"Oh yeah! I was lending it to Inoue since she said that she had nothing better to do at home when she's alone, you know, after she had done all of her homewo--"
"That's not the point!"
"Well then, Mr. Genius, what is the point of this conversation?" she raised an eyebrow.
"The point is, you have to pay more attention to your surroundings than that stupid little maga--"
"Speaking of which, what is your type of guy?"
Ichigo froze. "Huh?" he finally spat out at last.
"I said, what is you type of--"
"I heard that part! What do you mean by that?! I am not gay!"
Rukia stood still, stupefied.
"Oh don't tell me that you don't know what the meaning of gay is," Ichigo slapped his forehead.
Still stupefied.
Ichigo sighed. "I am not gay. Meaning that I am straight," he explained very slowly to the stupefied Rukia. Did it work?
Nope. She's still stupefied.
"God! What the hell is wrong with your brain! It means that I don't like guys! I like girls!" he yelled out of frustration.
"You mean... little girls?" Rukia gasped. "You pedophi--"
"NO! I don't like little girls, I like big girls. Do you get it?!" he made a gesture of 'big' with his arms.
"Ooh..."
"Thanks goodness you get it. For a second there I thought you wouldn't--"
"What's your type of girl, then?"
Ichigo accidentally choked on his own saliva.
"Oi, Ichigo. You okay?" Rukia asked as Ichigo doubled over and coughed.
"Yeah... I'm fine..." Ichigo replied after fits of coughing.
"So...?"
"I don't want to answer that," he turned away and continued his journey to school.
"Oh come on! Pleaaasseee...?" she followed him.
"Why would you want to know, anyway?"
"Because..." she paused awhile to think. "I don't know, really. I just have nothing better to do."
"Then why don't you read that magazine you're holding?"
"Good point," she flipped the magazine open and almost got run over by a truck.
"Hey! Watch it!" the truck driver shouted.
Ichigo ripped the magazine off Rukia's hands and tore it into shreds.
"Hey! I was reading that!" Rukia complained.
"Well too bad, then," Ichigo walked off.
"If you would just answer my question, none of this would've happen, you know?"
"What does I--never mind. I'll answer your stupid question if you promise to watch where the hell you're going. Deal?"
Rukia nodded. "Deal."
"I like..." Ichigo paused to make something up. "A girl... who strifes for... um... perfection! Yeah, that's it! Perfection. A perfect girl. Happy now?"
Rukia nodded again. "So... you like me, then?"
"WHAT?! What makes you think that?!"
"Because... you always calls me a perfectionist," she spat the last word disgustingly.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that you're perfect. You just likes to make thing perfect, but you're not perfect," he rolled his eyes.
"What did you say?! I can't be perfect?! Oh, it's on. I'll show you that I can be perfect!" she kicked Ichigo hard on the shin and walked away. Ichigo grimaced and hold his throbbing shin dearly.
'Well, as long as she watches her surroundings.'
SCREECH!
"WATCH OUT!"
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Rukia tried to calm down her pumping heart from this morning - almost - incident. It's a good thing that Ichigo warned her at the brink of the time. Again. She calmly put on a white apron and prepared for her Home Economic class with the girls while the guys are having Woodwork or something like that.
"Yo!" Tatsuki greeted.
"Ohayou, Kuchiki-san!" Orihime smiled warmly. Rukia greeted them back.
"Okay class, settle down," Ochi-sensei calmed down the class. "Today, we're going to make..." she paused for dramatic effect. "Chocolate chip cookies!"
"WOOOH!" the whole class - except Rukia - cheered.
'What's chocolate chip?' she thought.
"Here are the recipes," Ochi-sensei gave out a small papers containing the ingredients and instructions to everyone, her black hair trailing softly behind her. She jogged back to the teacher's desk and took out a whistle. Everyone else - excpets Rukia, again - narrowed their eyes and had their hands ready on a whisk or a bowl.
"Get ready, get set, GO!" Ochi-sensei blowed the whistle.
Rukia was bewildered at her friends. It seemed as if they're having... a battle? Even the usually kind Orihime almost elbowed her way to get a sack of flour.
'Whatever this is, I refuse to lose!' she thought before joining into the 'battlefield'. Ochi-sensei leaned back on her chair and settled her feet on the table, pleased with her way of teaching.
25 minutes later...
"It's been 15 minutes! Gotta take them out! Gotta take them out! Gotta--OUCH!" Tatsuki accidentally burned her fingers when she tried to take her batch of chocolate-chip cookies out of the blazing oven. She succeeded, but her fingers is burning hot. "Itta! Itta! Itta--!" she quickly ran to the nearest sink and flipped the tap open. She sighed in relieve as cold water poured over her burned fingers.
"Tatsuki-chan! Are you okay?!" Orihime quickly ran over to her best friend's side after she took out her batch of cookies.
"I'm fine, Orihime," Tatsuki grinned goofily.
"Oh crap! My cookies!" Rukia, forgetting her sweet demeanor, accidentally screamed because she forgot to take out her batch of cookies.
The results: a slightly burned cookies.
But, since she has to prove her point to a certain citrus-head, that was definitely not good. She glared at her cookies, silently threatening them to go and unburn themselves.
It didn't work.
She groggily put her cookies into a small brown paper bag and walked over to Tatsuki and Orihime whom is now chatting animatedly.
"So yeah, the peetan went--oh, hi, Kuchiki-san! What's with the long face?" Orihime inquired.
Rukia held her paper bag up to somehow show her slightly burned cookies. Orihime and Tatsuki aahh-ed.
"Sorry about your cookies, Kuchiki-san," Tatsuki said with a sorry smile. Rukia sighed.
"I'll go on ahead to class. Oh, and get well, Arisawa-san," Rukia said before she leaved the Home Economic classroom.
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Rukia walked down the hallway scowling, obviously unhappy with the result of her 'battle'.
'Oh yeah! Chappy the Rabbit show is on today! Yay!'
That thought brought a smile to her face and she started power-walkingbut halted immediately as she felt a strange reiatsu coming from the school gate. She immediately rushed to the window and eyed the gate cautiously, her gaze shifted from left to right, right to left but found nothing. The reiatsu had left as soon as it got her attention. She furrowed her brows and slowly turned away from the window, continuing her power-walk to her classroom.
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"I saw her, my lord," a guy with a creepy grin said into a small black box.
"Kuchiki Rukia, right?" a bzz was heard from the box. "I got it. I'll send project one immediately."
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