Rated: K+ - T (Only for language really)
Summary-ish: Rukia Kuchiki is invited to go to the opening of a mysterious club, but will she find more there then she barganed for? : )
Rukia Kuchiki had never really been much of a dancer. In fact, she hardly ever danced at all. So when her best friends, Inoue Orihime and Hinamori Momo, had invited her to the opening of a new dance club, she found herself rather shocked.
"Excuse me?" Rukia said, not completely believing she had heard them right. She gazed up into the bright face of the long, orange-haired Orihime.
"Yeah! It's a dance club that juuuuuuust opened!!" the ever-enthusiastic Orihime chirped, bouncing from one foot to the other.
"Come on, Rukia! It'll be a lot of fun!"
Fun. Yeah, right.
Rukia grumbled something incoherent, and looked away. This was the last thing she needed to be thinking about right now! Honestly…she had finals to tend to, and school work to do, not to mention her job…
"Pleeeeeease!" Orihime's loud voice cut through her train of though.
Rukia just glared up at the orange haired girl.
"Rukia," Momo said in such a sad voice that it caused Rukia to glance over towards her.
"You remember Matusmoto Rangiku? From three years ago? The dancer? Yeah, this is her place! She opened a dancing club just like she always wanted to…" Momo said the happiness returning in her voice.
"Besides," Orihime cut in, "I've got three tickets! And one of them has YOUR name on it!"
Rukia let out a deep sigh.
"Thank you very much, but I can't. I have to work and study for finals. Besides, my brother would flip if my grades declined even a little…"
"Oh Rukia!" the red-headed girl rolled her eyes, "Come on! Live a little! Ever since Kaien-kun moved away you've been so…depressing!"
Kaien-dono…
This was the one person Rukia did NOT want to think about at this time. Kaien and Rukia had been dating for three years, when he graduated and went out of state. There at his college he had met another girl and within the year he had gotten married. It still hurt to think about him…
And yet, somehow she didn't want to forget him. The pain that he caused her reminded her of all the good times they had shared, all of the love…so she really didn't want to 'move on' like the rest of her friends wanted her to. So instead, she had gotten herself a part-time job and had doubled up on her classes, just to keep herself busy. But THIS was the last straw. No. NO. She would NOT go! She couldn't…
And yet…
"I'll…I'll see, Orihime." Rukia sighed "Don't get your ho-MMMPH!"
Orihime suddenly was giving her a tight embrace, glomped by boobage, and Rukia could hardly breathe.
"Oh Rukia-chan! I promise you'll have fun; maybe meet a nice guy!! I'll come by your house at eight pm on Saturday, and tomorrow we'll go dress shopping for you! I've already got the perfect one in mind!"
Orihime let go of the dazed Rukia then bounced off to class with Momo in toe, leaving a very confused and now very regretful Rukia to finish lunch and head back to her own classroom.
Ichigo grunted to himself
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Neh? What's with that face, Ichigo?" Came the hard voice from a particular spiky red-haired man.
"Go away, Renji." Ichigo glowered at the tattooed-teen.
"Heh, you're just mad because you don't have a girlfriend!" Renji smirked at Ichigo with the cocky smile that made Ichigo want to hit him.
"What do you want?!" Ichigo growled.
"Ouh? And here I was going to invite you to the new dancin' place down the street, but now I'm not so sure."
Another smirk. Ichigo was starting to become very irritated. Stupid Renji…the only thing that could POSSIBLEY make this worse is-
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCHHHHHHHIIIIIIIGGGGGGGOOOOOOO!!"
Oh god help me.
The LAST person Ichigo wanted to see right now,
"Hi Kiego!" Renji said cheerfully.
Great, now there's TWO perverts I have to deal with… Ichigo thought bitterly.
"Oy Ichigo! Wanna go to the new dance place and score some chicks?" Kiego basically yelled in that obnoxious voice.
"He already said no to me." Renji stated.
"Awwww, Iiiiiichigo!" Kiego whined and flailed, "You'll never get a girlfriend with that attitude!"
"He's probably never even had one." Renji added.
"Have too…" Said Ichigo, who was going slightly pink in the face.
"Oh yeah? Who?" Renji countered, smirking.
"…" Ichigo looked away.
"I didn't think you'd had a girlfriend Ichigo." Said Kiego.
"Poor guy's probably never gotten laid in his life, either." Renji said to Kiego in a matter-of-fact way.
That was the last straw.
"WOULD YOU GUYS SHUT UP?!" Ichigo exploded, causing Renji and Kiego to jump backwards.
"Ouh? What are you gonna do about it? Eeeeh?" Renji sneered, "Prove me wrong Ichigo.'
It wasn't a question.
"FINE!! If I go, will you two leave me alone?!"
Renji mockingly raised his right hand pretended to take a silent oath. Ichigo gave him a hard push and knocked him off balance.
Renji just laughed at his friend, which didn't make Ichigo feel any better.
"It's a done deal then! Don't be late on Saturday!" Renji grinned.
"Ooooy! We'll come by your house at 8pm on Saturday! Get dressed up all nice, kay?" Kiego chimed in.
"Fine, whatever." Ichigo glowered over his bento and looked away. Renji and Kiego high-fived and ran off before Ichigo could change his mind.
Well, it's one night of humiliation. Ichigo thought bitterly, I mean, it's not like it's going to be life changing or anything like that…
With that, Ichigo returned to his lunch, and with the same pouting face he always wore, he began to eat it.
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The rest of the day was interesting for Rukia. It was strange, it was almost as if she was looking forward to the torture she was about to subject herself to.
Strange…there must be something wrong with me. She thought gloomily, and looked out the window of the class room.
Calculus is waaay to easy. She thought, sitting in her small desk. It defiantly wasn't enough to keep her mind off of the upcoming 'date with destiny'. Her only problem now was trying to figure out how to tell Byakuya-nii-sama…and that was a terrifying thought all on its own. What should she tell him? He would surely flip if she told him she was going to a dance. Being a Kuchiki, he forbade that kind of thing, mostly because Rukia was adopted into this wealthy family from a young age, and didn't want to 'spoil the good name of Kuchiki' as nii-sama had said. Although she could always just talk to her sister, Hisana, she'd understand! But she was out of town…so then what should she tell Byakuya-nii-sama?
Then a thought occurred to Rukia. Just what kind of dance place was this anyways? Surely this wasn't some kind of stripper bar…no, Orihime and Momo weren't into that kind of thing. That ruled that one out...but still left the question of what kind of place this really was. The more she began to think about it the more curious she became...
Rukia nearly leapt out of her seat in surprise!
"Wha-?! Oh…" She realized that it was only the bell…wow had time flied.
Well I guess the only way I'll find out more is by going she thought to herself. Personally, she was starting to look forward to this.
Maybe, she thought just maybe, this might be…fun. With that thought still on her brain, she rushed to pack up her things and meet Orihime and Momo outside the door.
As she left the room, her head was bursting with questions. What kind of place was this? What should I wear? And most importantly, What the hell am I going to tell nii-sama?!
--
"Finally" Ichigo groaned as the last bell's loud beep reverberated through the hallways of the now crowed Karakra High School.
Heh, maybe I'll be able to have some peace and quiet when I get home. Ichigo thought bitterly. Renji and Kiego hadn't let up on him since lunch, even though Renji had 'promised' to leave the topic alone. Why was this stupid dance place so important anyways? Stupid Renji and Kiego, always being perverse and dumb… Ichigo sighed as he trotted down the stairs and into the florescent-lit hallway. Many kids passed; a sea of faces…no one seemed to look up at him, or even notice his exceptionally orange hair these days. Not that he had a problem with that, in fact he was rather glad that people had stopped paying attention. He shrugged at the thought and found his maroon locker.
6-17-0 He typed in the combo, and tried not to think about what it stood for. The first two digits were that of…that day. Every time this came to mind, he became sullen and bitter. It was a date that would stick with Ichigo forever…one he didn't care to remember…ever.
Ichigo scowled, inwardly cursing and hating himself for remembering why he hated using his locker. Angrily he snatched his books from the top shelf of his locker, and stuffed them into his backpack forcefully. Ichigo slammed his locker door and caused it to shake slightly on its rusted hinges.
Oups. He thought sarcastically.
He whirled around on the heels of his feet and suddenly bumped into a very short, petite-looking girl, causing her to spiral backwards and her books to fly all over the floor.
Damnit! He cursed inwardly again.
"Ah, er sorry." Ichigo scowled.
The short girl didn't say anything as she gathered herself and began picking up her books. Ichigo began to reach for one of the books when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly went off with a violent buzz.
"Eh?" He said, standing up quickly and pulling the small phone out of his tight blue jeans.
"Oh!" Realizing it was his Yuzu (his younger sister) who was calling, he flipped opened his phone; completely forgetting the short girl.
"Moshi, moshi" He said quickly.
"Ichi-nii? Is that you? Where are you Ichi-nii? I thought you were going to come and pick Karin and me up from the school…"
Double damn.
"Ah, Yuzu I'm sorry! I forgot! I'm coming right now, I'll be there in a few minutes! Bye!" He said in a panicked voice and snapped the phone lid down.
With that Ichigo turned on his heels and started speed walking towards the door. He shoved his hand into his other pocket and produced a blue and red lanyard which had 'Bankai', his favorite band, stamped all over it. Jingling at the bottom were several key chains and his old car keys on it. He checked to make sure none of them had fallen off, like they usually did and kept walking.
Ichigo started to run down the hallway, and then suddenly remembering the girl, he spun around and stood in place.
"…She's…gone?" He surveyed the hallway for the petite girl. Ichigo hadn't even seen her leave. "Huh, guess I'm going to have to find her and apologize…" although he really hadn't gotten a good look at her face…or any other part of her. In fact, he couldn't even remember what she looked like. All he remembered was that she had a height problem.
"Naah!" He growled frustrated, running his fingers through his spiked, sunset-orange locks.
"Whatever, I'll probably never see her again anyways…" Then the phone in his hand buzzed again, reminding him that it was indeed time to go before the school parking lot got so crowded he couldn't leave.
With that, he again rounded on his heels and practically ran out the glass front doors of the school building.
What an ass-hat! Rukia thought bitterly. That jerk didn't even ask if I was ok! He didn't even HELP me!!
Rukia sighed trying to regain her calm…but he was such a jerk! What's with the quality of people these days?? Why did I even want to come to this school? Everyone that goes here are jerks! I could have gone to a prestigious school with lots of high class, stuck-up snobby, money-loving, bastards…Oh right. That's why she didn't go to that school…
Rukia grunted as she speed-walked down the hallway of the old high school. Next time I see that tall freak I'll kick him…
Rukia walked down the streets of Karakura town, on the fine autumn day. The trees were just starting to turn and the streets were filled with people wearing scarves and long sleeves. Rukia gazed around at the unfolding scene. Her backpack securely on her back, she decided to take an alternative route home, to give her more time to think about her current predicament.
Nii-sama…what should I say to him?
Rukia wondered to herself as she passed the endless crowd of people on Karakuara town's busy streets. Past the bakery, the elementary school, and even a family owned clinic; she walked and walked; her light shoes making a clicking sound on the cement.
Falls chipper scent was in the air, and people were covered head to toe in various garments Rukia observed. Some wore coats and hats, others scarf's and some, still refusing to believe the seasons had changed, wore nothing but a t-shirt and shorts.
Rukia chucked to herself, some people were so silly…
"I said sorry!" Ichigo said flustered as the door to the Kurosaki Clinic swung open.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHIGOOOO!!"
"Neh?" Ichigo looked into the house…
Just then Ichigo was round-kicked it the face by the family's 'loveable' father, Isshin Kurosaki.
Ichigo was sent flying into, and partway through, a wall.
Karin and Yuzu walked through the door like nothing happened. This was quite normal in there house.
"Ichi-nii" Yuzu protested to the fighting but to no avail. Karin put a hand on her shoulder.
"Just let it go already, Yuzu. Let those idiots fight their way out of their problems." With that Karin took a seat at the kitchen table and turned her back on the fighting males.
"B-BASTERD!!" Ichigo screamed at his dad, getting to his feet, just managing to doge the next onslaught of attacks.
"OooH? Is that anyway to talk to your daddy, ICHIGO!! 3" Isshin began to attack his son with more ferocity then before.
"WOULD-YOU-CUT-THAT-OUT!!" Roared Ichigo grabbing Isshin's foot and throwing him to the ground.
"GEZ!! What is with you guys lately!!" The teen growled and stormed off to his room.
"Ichigo!" His father called up to him, "If you're only going to wear a t-shirt in this weather, then at least bring home some nice girls!!"
"SHUT UP OLD MAN!!"
Isshin just smiled; this was Ichigo after all, someday he'd bring home a nice, sensible girl…and then maybe he could have some grandbabies! The thought of that made him gitty, and he ran over and hugged the giant picture of his deceased wife, which hung in the living room.
"Yep Masaki, my dear; Someday Ichigo will become a man…"
With that the grown man straightened up and went to go sit on his favorite couch.
Rukia rounded a corner, and there sitting in the cool autumn sun, was the giant Kuchiki mansion.
Maybe I should have walked a little slower… Rukia thought, now seeing the large house and starting to get the feeling impending doom.
Just then Rukia heard a car pull up behind here and a window roll down-
"Kuchiki-sama! You didn't have to walk home! You know I would have been more then happy to drive you!" Said the tall blond butler sticking his head out of the drivers window. His hair was parted over one side of his face and he always seemed so sad...
"Kira-san!" Rukia said delightedly.
"Hello Kuchiki-sama." He said averting his eyes.
"Kira! How many times do I have to tell you, you can just call me Rukia if you want! Stop being so formal all the time!"
"As you wish, Kuchiki-san" He said still looking at the ground.
Rukia sighed, some things were just pointless.
"Well, could you, er, give me a ride up to the front doors?" Rukia said looking away. She knew that Kira loved his job and driving her around was truly a pleasure of his.
Kira's face lit up.
"I would be delighted Kuchiki-san!"
With that Rukia got into the black vehicle and started to drive up the long winding driveway to the Kuchiki estate.
OK! This is my first attempt at a Ichiruki fanfic!! Yes there is more, but I want to know if this is any good...PLEASE review!! :D You can be as mean as you want. It's all good. Thank you for reading!! It means so much...cries
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