I DON'T OWN BLEACH OR THE CHARACTERS!
"Goddamnitt!" Rukia cried, as she threw her arms into the air in a sign of defeat.
"Rukia, calm the hell down! It was just a fucking pencil!"
The ebony haired shinigami turned, her eyes narrowed, fists clenched.
"Just a pencil? Just a pencil? That was the third pencil I have broken, fool!"
She turned, grabbing a piece of paper and whirling around to nearly shove it the orange head's face, violet eyes sparking with anger. Ichigo blinked. Sketched on the paper was a rabbit with a sword in one paw and dressed in a shihakusho. It's face bore a look of triumph, and under it's foot was what looked to a be a hollow, it's face only half drawn.
The teen looked up at the frustrated girl. One of his eyebrows rose. "I don't see why you even want to finish that...thing."
Rukia lowered the drawing, her eyes glittering with anger and her face turning red.
Ichigo gulped. Shit. That was the only thing going through that insanely orange head of his.
Way to go Ichigo. Sometimes I wonder if you actually want to die...
Rukia balled up her fists and smacked him. Hard. Right across the left cheek. "Ichigo." the female seethed. "You are an ass!"
Ichigo just stared at her, with his eyes wide and his mouth half open. Rukia continued to glare daggers at him for a few more seconds, then her eyes grew softer. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards into a smile. Her face was red. Redder than before. Ichigo jumped when Rukia burst out into laughter. She clutched at her sides, her eyes closed, as she dropped onto her knees.
Ichigo was confused. His brows furrowed and his head cocked to one side. He stood up and looked down at the laughing woman.
Okay, now he was started to get just a bit ticked off. "What's so funny?" he asked.
Rukia looked up at him, her laughter never ceasing. Her eyes held tears in them. "The look...on..." she couldn't finish her sentence.
Ichigo's scowl deepened. "What look? Shut the fuck up and just tell me!"
Rukia picked herself up off the floor and wiped her eyes. She giggled. "The look on..your face was just so..." she winced.
"'So' what?"
"Priceless. It was so fuckin' awesome." she said. She bit her lip to hold back to laughter that threatened to escape. Ichigo's amber eyes narrowed. "You piss me off! First you slap me," he pointed to the small red hand-print on his cheek, "Then, you glare at me, and then you start fucking laughing at me?!"
Rukia smiled. "'Yup."
"You are one bi-polar midget" the boy snorted.
"Shut the fuck up strawberry!" Rukia growled as she whacked him on the head. Ichigo grunted in pain and surprise.
Rukia turned and picked up her drawing that she had dropped during her bout of laughter. She sighed and scrunched it up, tossing it into the garbage can sitting beside Ichigo's desk.
Ichigo cocked an eyebrow. "I thought that you were going to finish it."
Rukia turned to him and shook her head solumnely. Then her eyes lit up. "I got a better idea!" she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and sat down at the desk. She started working on her new 'master-piece'. Ichigo sighed, There really was no helping that woman. He shook his head and picked up the book he had previously been reading. He opened to the first page and plopped down on his bed. He glanced up at Rukia and a small smile made it's way on his face.
Stupid midget. He thought affectionately. Rukia felt his gaze on her and turned her head to look at him. She flashed him a goofy grin before quickly focusing her attention back to her work. Ichigo gulped. God only knew what else she was drawing.
Here we go again.