Wrinkles are the Devil

One shots. I love one shots, especially collections of them. So I thought I would try my hand at some. Tell me what you think please, these are my first Bleach fanfics so you know…. Please be somewhat kind.

She was finally 'out' to his family, as far as they knew she was just some helpless girl who desperately needed a place to stay. So here was the midget, Rukia Kuchiki, being handed a dress fresh washed, still hot from the dryer, by Ichigo, who consequently had been minding his own business when Yuzu had told him to give it to Rukia.

"Why do you have my dress?" She had snatched it from his hands and held it to her in a bundle, wrinkling it in the process.

He scratched the back of his head as he looked up at the ceiling trying to ignore her grouching and the awareness of the smell of the dress she had yanked from him. "Well Yuzu told me to give it to you since she had just washed it, and cause she had to go help my dad with a patient." He scowled down at her as she stood there looking at the wrinkled dress and then looked up at him with contempt that she only saved for Renji.

"Well she should have known you would wrinkle it beyond all imagining." Rukia turned to go down the hall to the bathroom to continue on with her business when Ichigo started to yell.

"What do you mean I wrinkled it?!" He stared at her back as she slowly turned around to look at him as if he were stupid. "I mean look at it!" She shook it out and held it up for him to see the deep wrinkles that, indeed, were all over it.

His eye twitched as he looked at it and snatched it from her. "You wrinkled it when you grabbed it from me being a little snot! You should know better by now not to-"He didn't get to finish whatever he was saying because there was an elbow in his side and a very angry midget at his front taking aim for another blow.

"Hey!" he dodged her next attack aimed at his head and grabbed her by the wrists holding her at arms length. "What the hell?! Why did you hit me like that?!" She glared at him and yanked her wrists back, "How dare you call me little snot!" She kicked him in the shins and yanked the wrinkly dress back from Ichigo as he hopped around on one foot glaring at her with his full force.

Then it hit him, he hadn't called her a little snot since they had met, but it hadn't bothered her at all, it seemed, back then. Though he hadn't known her even a third as well as he did now, and she had paralyzed him for it. "Rukia…" he stood up from clutching his injured leg and stepped toward her, "I'm sorry." She turned around to look at him the livid expression apparent in her large eyes.

Rukia looked at the floor and then at her dress and turned to walk away without saying a word, he deserved it she thought, for her to be angry at him, she let him get away with so much. He could call her midget, shorty, idiot, but not snot, never snot. It had bothered her when he had first called her that, and she had punished him for it, but now that they knew each other as they did, it hurt her somewhere deep in her feelings to know that he could still hurt her like that, even if he didn't know it. She heard movement behind her and turned just in time to see Ichigo, reach out to touch her shoulder, "Don't, you've said enough. I'm going to go…I'll talk to you later." She walked to her original destination before this all started and shut the door to the bathroom, leaving Ichigo standing in the hallway hand outstretched to where she had stood not a moment before.

The running water from down the hall made him break out of his trance and walk to the door, the smell of her clothes, fresh and hot from the laundry still hung in the air as he waited for her to come out of the bathroom so he could apologize properly.

Yes yes…I know its stupid that Rukia got upset about something that small, as being called a little snot. But really I had a friend that used to insult me in a cute way and then he said it in all seriousness and it cut deep. So yeah, it could happen. Please review, I've never had one.