This is my first fan fic ever on this website. It's short and simple and sweet, but I think I did really good on it. I DO NOT own Bleach, its awesome characters. They go to their rightful anime owner. Enjoy my story!
Karin entered the laundry room and was surprised to see Ichigo there, taking off the shirt he put on only an hour ago.
"What are you doing?" Karin asked her older brother. Ichigo sighed as he threw his shirt in the washer and started pouring soap into the hot water.
"Rukia threw up on me." Ichigo said bluntly. Karin gave him a disgusted look. "Don't say anything to anyone. She's already embarrassed enough." Ichigo told her sternly, closing the lid to the washing macine. Karin nodded and walked over to the hamper, throwing some of her own laundry in there.
The way Rukia threw up on him, scared Ichigo. She was fine yesterday, and now she was sick to her stomach on his bed. He didn't tell Kairn that she also puked on his bed linen. That was in the washer too. Worried about Rukia, Ichigo decided to stay home today and look after her.
Back in his room, Rukia was curled up in a ball on Ichigo's bed. He changed the sheets for her and got her a new blanket to sleep in. Her stomach was very uneasy and she felt like throwing up again.
'I can't believe I threw up all over him and his stuff...' Rukia thought as she fought back tears. 'How disgusting of me. He should've kicked me out. Instead he's practically spoiling me!' Rukia fought with herself and started to shake. She wanted to kick herself out, but her body wouldn't move. She was too weak. She was too sick.
The door opened and she knew who it was. Ichigo walked over to her, pulling a new shirt over his head. He sat down next to her and he stroked her side.
"Are you alright?" Ichigo asked. Rukia didn't respond. Only winced. "It's okay, Rukia. I know it was an accident." Ichigo said. He was trying to comfort her, but it seemed like his attempts were failing. Rukia had pulled the covers over her head. Ichigo sighed in frustration. "Yuzu and Karin used to puke on me all the time when they were little. I used to care for them when they were sick. Just like you." Ichigo told her. "And for the first time in years, I guess I'm doing it again." Ichigo stood up and leaned over Rukia, pulling the blanket away from her face. She didn't open her eyes though. That was fine. All he needed was to check if she had a fever. He placed his large hand on her forehead and sure enough, she was hot. "Yep, looks like you have a fever there." Ichigo said. Rukia fluttered her dull eyes open and moaned quietly. "I'll be right back, sweetheart." Ichigo said before leaving the room.
Ichigo went downstairs and rummaged through their medician cabinet. I pulled out some anti-vomiting syrup he didn't even know why they had in the first place, got some ginger ale, and some crackers. He put a cloth underneath some cold water as he prepared the ginger ale and the syrup. After he was done with that, he retrieved the soaked rag after ringing it out, and headed upstairs back to Rukia.
He entered the room with his hands full and placed everything on his bedside stand.
"Wake up, Rukia." Ichigo said. Rukia shifted under her blankets slightly, not wanting to move. "Come on, babe. Sit up for me and take this." Ichigo said. Rukia shivered before she turned over, staring at Ichigo. He was holding the syrup in a small cup and a small glass of ginger ale in the other.
"What's that?" Rukia managed to ask.
"It's anti-vomiting syrup. It'll cease the puking. It doesn't taste the greatest, so I brought you some ginger ale. Drink it." Ichigo said. Rukia crinkled her nose. She wanted nothing to do with what he had.
"No..." Rukia retorted. Ichigo became irritated now.
"Rukia, if you don't take this, you're going to feel miserable all day and tonight. This'll help you. Don't you trust me?" Ichigo asked her. Rukia gave him a helpless look.
"Of course I trust you, Ichigo. I love you. I just don't wanna throw up on you again..." Rukia said. Ichigo placed the soda on the stand and wrapped it around Rukia, sitting her upright. Placing a small kiss on her forehead, he smiled at her.
"Don't worry about it, Rukia. It wasn't that big of a deal. There could be worse on me." Ichigo said, pressing the cup to her lips. She pursed her lips together though. "C'mon, Rukia. Don't be such a brat." Ichigo teased. Rukia gave him a weak glare and swallowed the horrible poison. She nearly threw up again at the taste, but Ichigo had handed her the ginger ale, which she gulped down immediately. "Not so fast now. It wasn't that bad." Ichigo said. 'Then again, that has been in the cabinet for a while now. Who knows what it could taste like.' Ichigo thought mentally. Rukia panted as she finished the fizzy drink.
"You're right, it wasn't that bad, it was terrible! How was that supposed to not make me vomit?!"Rukia argued. Ichigo laughed and eskimo kissed Rukia. She pulled away and looked out the window, a blush on her face.
"I want you to lay down for a while. I gotta go out to get a few things for you." Ichigo shoved her down on his bed and placed the covers over her. Rukia gave him a pleading look.
"You're gonna leave me? Alone? What if I throw up again, or need you, or-"
"You'll be fine. It's not likely you'll need me. That stuff is going to knock you out in about twenty minutes or so. Until then, just relax and I'll be back when you wake up." Ichigo told her, placing the wet rag on her forehead. Rukia squeaked a small cry and her eyes trembled, tugging at Ichigo's heart strings. He gulped back the lump in his throat as he turned around and exited the room. Rukia sighed and turned her head towards the window, the rag sliding off her.
"Don't leave me, Ichigo..." Rukia was almost in tears. She didn't want to be alone this sick and this helpless. She almost wished Renji or Bakuya was here. Even if they both pissed her off to no end sometimes.
After about 15 minutes of thinking, Rukia suddenly felt exhausted. Her eyes drooped as she stared at the door to Ichigo's room, hoping unconsciously that he'd walk in and lay with her and keep her company. 'Looks like Ichigo was right about this medician... I'm so tired...' Rukia thought. She curled into a ball and a few more minutes later, she was fast asleep.
In town Ichigo was walking to the local market. He had to pick up some ingredients for dinner Yuzu was going to make tonight. He couldn't get his mind off of Rukia for the whole time he was there, though. How she looked so defenseless and needy. And her eyes. Oh, how her eyes killed him.
"Damnit, Rukia... Why do you have to be so damn cute?" Ichigo grumbled as he placed his items on the checkout table. He couldn't wait to get back home to take care of her. He just hoped that she was asleep and not laying on his bed, half-drunk and drooling on the pillow. It happened to him when his dad didn't give him enough. He was like that the whole night. His dad never was good with kids. Or Ichigo for that matter. Perhaps that's why he was so negative most of the time. At least when he wasn't around Rukia. And that killed him more than anything else.
After his stuff was paid for and bagged, Ichigo rushed home, eager to take care of Rukia.
"Rukia, wake up." Rukia stirred awake as she heard her name being called. "Rukia, wake up. Wake up, hon." Rukia moaned. She was still tired. Why was she being woken up from her glorious nap? And who was it. "Rukia, it's time for dinner." It was Ichigo.
"Ichi-chi..." Rukia stuttered. Ichigo laughed.
"Ichi-chi? Never heard that one before. Did I give you too much of that stuff?" Ichigo stroked Rukia's face as she finally opened her tired-looking eyes. She looked at him with a tired look on her face. "Hey, there." Ichigo cooed to her. Rukia blinked at him for a few moments.
"Ichigo... you came back..." Rukia smiled at him and she reached out to hug him. "I missed you..." Ichigo chuckled.
"Well, Of course I came back. And I missed you too. Even when I did come back." Ichigo told her. Rukia became a little confused. She released her grip and looked at him.
"Wh-what do you mean?" Rukia asked him. Ichigo laughed.
"I thought you realized, but I guess not. It's 9:00. I got back around 4:30 this afternoon. You were still alseep, so I didn't wake you. But I didn't think you'd want to miss dinner, and I got a little worried I gave you too much of this stuff, so I woke you up." Ichigo explained to her. Rukia gave him a small smile after a minute of just staring. Ichigo raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you smiling at?" Ichigo asked, smiling back at her.
"You. You were worried about me." Rukia said, knowing he'd never really admit to worrying about anyone. Ichigo's face flushed a little and he looked away.
"Y-yeah, what's it to ya?" Ichigo asked. Rukia giggled and threw her arms around him once again.
"It means a lot to me, Ichigo. I love you." Rukia said, Ichigo hugged her tightly and chuckled.
"Are you willing to eat something?" Ichigo asked her.
"Of course! I'm starving!" Rukia replied.
"That's what I wanna hear. Let's head down." Ichigo took Rukia's hand and led her down the stairs, holding her hand all the way to the kitchen. Rukia could get used to this being sick and getting Ichigo all to herself. She hoped she could do this more often.