Title: Petty Arguments

Author: AppleL0V3R

Beta-reader: Terror-Of-The-Crimson-Night

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Abari, Renji and Kuchiki, Rukia

Rating: T

Type: One-shot – Complete

Summary: She found herself in this position all the time, backed up against the sometimes literal wall; but she never thought Renji would be the one to place her in such a position.

Word Count: 570

Disclaimer: If you've heard of it before, then obviously it's not mine.

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"H-hold on, Renji!" Rukia shouted while trying to put distance between herself and the redhead. She really didn't like that grin he was sporting right now. He didn't pause though, he just took another step forward and thus she took a scrambling step backward.

What in the world is he thinking?

He took a step forward, she took one back. Forward, backward, forward, backward, forward, backward. She really wasn't paying attention to where she was going, just so long as it wasn't towards him. So that's why – forward, backward, forward, thunk, owwwww – she ran into a wall. Not good.

See, she'd been in situations like this before. Where an enemy would back her against a wall or into a corner so she could no longer run away. Which of course would leave her with two options: cower or fight. Typically she chose the latter, but when her physical condition did not permit she would call for help, praying someone got there in time. And of course someone did, otherwise she wouldn't be here. But this situation wasn't like the ones before, not completely anyway. Renji isn't an enemy, nor will he ever be, so she won't fight him and there's zero chance of anyone helping her. Why? Because the people who normally help her helped him get her into this situation. So, unless Renji backed off, not likely, or she found a way around him, even less likely, she was stuck.

Why was he doing this though? It made no sense! He's never done it before. He's never trapped her between a literal wall and a hard place, him. So why?

"Damn it, Renji! Stop coming closer!" He took another step forward and she tried to disappear into the wall. She really, really was not like this.

His grin widened, "You don't mean that Ru-ki-a"

Shivers raced up and down her spine, leaving a tingling feeling in its wake. He'd caused that feeling before; she just never knew what to make of it and thus pushed it aside. But she couldn't now; no part of her would let her. What game is he playing?

"Yes I do!" Three feet away.

He shook his head, "No you don't"

"Yes I do!" Two feet.

"No you don't"

Why did it feel like they were having one of their everyday trivial arguments over something petty? Because according to the butterfly feeling in her stomach that wouldn't be silenced, this wasn't that situation.

"Yes I do!" One foot left. So why didn't she stop while she was ahead?

He leaned forward. "No you don't"

"Yes I–" she never got to finish her statement.

Now that she thought about it, he still pulled the same damn trick all the time. Start an argument and then cut her off. She wouldn't change it though. She liked their trivial arguments over something petty that she could never seem to stop while she was ahead in.