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'I am going to die now…' There was no hesitation in my mind, no doubt of my future. Rukia Kuchiki was going to hunt me down, and she was going to murder me with her small, bare hands.
And she was going to enjoy every second of it. 'Oh god…'
Ichigo's plight began on a Saturday, waiting for Rukia to come downstairs so they could go to the park to chill out. She was taking an unusually long time, which was weird for her. But after nearly half an hour of waiting, Ichigo's patience began to wear thin and he went upstairs, preparing to drag her out by force, if needed. But, as it went, Ichigo hadn't needed to even yell at her. She did most of the yelling that day.
Turning in his room, he glanced around, confirming that Rukia was not in there. He then walked quickly down the hallway, pausing by the bathroom door. No sound came from inside, and without thinking, he pushed the door open. That was his fatal mistake. (Tip: ALWAYS knock. Always.)
He was greeted by screams, loud ones at that. Who was screaming? Rukia, of course. Why was she screaming? Well, because, Ichigo had walked in on her- completely and totally butt-naked.
So there you have it. Ichigo had ran out of the house, Rukia had slammed the bathroom door, both of them red-raced, one angry as hell, and one embarrassed out of his poor, orange-haired head.
'Damn… if she tells Byakuya, he'll have my ass for sure. She looked really pissed. Dammit!' Ichigo felt a gentle shudder in the back of his mind, and his inner hollow - Ogichi- was suddenly howling with laughter in his brain. "King! You finally got some! Nice going, Kingy." Ichigo felt his face becoming even redder, if that was humanly possible. "It was an accident! Shut the hell up!" Ogichi, still laughing, shuddered out of his mind once again, leaving only the echoes of his words in Ichigo's brain.
'Well, I guess Rukia won't be joining me. Might as well go to the park by myself.' Pushing himself forward, Ichigo soon reached the park. His mind had stayed blissfully blank, which usually happened for a few minutes after Ogichi left. But now, his mind was so full of thought that it actually hurt to think.
Ichigo, though mostly a gentleman, was still a man. His face paled when he thought of what he saw in that bathroom. Rukia had been leaning over the sink, reaching for a towel, giving him a perfect view of her ass. She, of course, had twirled around then, covering her chest with the arms, which were really too thin to cover much skin... Rukia was surprisingly well-rounded. She was no Orihime, but who need another ditz around? Ichigo liked Rukia's conversation, something Orihime and her chest couldn't provide for him. And god, don't get him started on her awful cooking. He'd rather eat his own hand.
That was all he saw, but that was enough. Against his own will, Ichigo was thinking of Rukia of ways he never had before. 'What the hell am I doing! It's Rukia, dammit! Rukia is your friend, not your damn girlfriend!' Despite his brain's wishing, Ichigo's traitorous body had other things in mind.
"Damn!" Ichigo, tormented between his brain and body, kicked a nearby park bench, sending a spasm of pain through his toes and foot. Hopping around for a second, he finally began running home, irritated out of his damn mind. "It's my damn house! She should've told me she was taking a shower, she knew I was waiting for her!" Ichigo became more and more angry as he ran, but when he reached the house, his rage went cold. 'Oh damn… I'm gonna die… 'His earlier though was repeated as he saw…..
Rukia. Waiting for him- fully clothed- on the front porch. And her expression was livid.
"Dammit."
