Full Summary: Rukia Kuchiki: Smart, successful & uptight boy-hating student council president. However, despite her tough-as-nails appearance she secretly works part-time in a maid café to support herself. Unfortunately, her hard-earned reputation is threatened when the popular, incredibly sexy and somewhat impassive Ichigo Kurosaki takes an interest in her after discovering her in a maid uniform after school.
Another story I came up with. Yes, it is like the Anime/MangaKaicho Wa Maid Sama!I though it would be neat to put Misaki's role as Rukia's, since they are kinda alike (what with the temper ticks, black hair and uptight personalities lol) and Usui as Ichigo.
Be warned, this fanfic has M rated content later on in the other chapters. So beware! ;D
I do not own Bleach. -cries- Tite Kubo does.
Harlequin
ImmortalxxBlade
Chapter One
Rukia Kuchiki stood in front of the Karakura College gate, her steely violet eyes glaring daggers at the three obnoxious barbarians in front of her.
"How many times do you three baboons need to be told before you can get it in your damn head?" she half-screamed. "Keigo, don't dye your hair! Toshiro, button your shirt up to the second button! Godammit, Ikkaku! Fasten your belt at your waist. And earrings aren't allowed either!" the Karakura College Student Council President sniped, a vein bulging at her temple. The three boys stared bewilderingly at the pissed, short as hell student council pres. sweat-dropping.
Rukia scowled and shut the gate behind her, walking back up the steps, "Come back when you are in proper attire!"
Keigo Asano, Ikkaku Madarame and Toshiro Hitsugaya finally came to their senses and realized that they had to find another entrance to the school. Ikkaku twitched.
"Did that bitch just close the gate?"
Everybody was wise enough to stay away from the Karakura College President who was emitting a dangerous aura as she made her way to her class. The other students' fear of her worked to her advantage, though. They were so afraid to look at her due to the dark aura surrounding her. Otherwise, they might have noticed that there was something different about her lips. If they were brave enough and looked at her and saw it, they wisely kept their lips shut and decided not to think about it. Their safety was more important than any curiosity they might have.
Her two close friends however, were different matter. Despite all her efforts not to attract Momo Hinamori and Inoue Orihime's attention, like attempting to escape the classroom as soon as the bell rang to go somewhere where no one could see her, she found herself having lunch with them on the benches outside. She knew she was acting too weird for her friends to not notice, but she couldn't help herself.
After patrolling the hallways, Rukia decided to retire to her office for a break before the bell rang for the third period classes. She cracked her neck and walked towards the door when a commotion made her halt, her eyes adverted to the corner of the hall. 'Oh my God, not him again! How many fucking times does he have to be-!'
Rukia didn't finish her thought. Grinding her teeth together, she went over to the orange haired buffoon and the petite, blonde haired girl who was sobbing and burying her face in her hands.
"Ichigo Kurosaki! Making girls cry again I see, you ass? Go back to your class!" Rukia fumed. The blonde looked up and fled, crying her eyes out.
Ichigo yawned, running a large hand through his long orange mane. "Gee Pres, 'ass' and 'class'? They rhyme." he smirked when her face turned a dark red color. Rukia pointed an opposing finger at the orange haired monkey.
"Shut up, dumbass! How many times must you be told? Making girls cry shrinks their hearts! Use your words wisely! Now go back to your damn class!" Ichigo raised an eye-brow, trying to make himself look intelligent for the erupting volcano in front of him.
"Geez, Pres. I didn't make her cry. I was simply rejecting a confession. Unfortunately, she was being a cry-baby," Rukia tried very hard not to snort when he said 'cry-baby'
Pfft, immature idiot.
"Whatever, idiot. If I catch you bringing another girl to tears, I'll have your ass stapled to your face!" and with that, the fuming woman stormed off, leaving a calm and impassive Ichigo behind.
"How many times has she told me that?" he sighed. 'Ichigo, stop making her cry or I'll staple your ass to you freakin' face!' 'Ichigo, you ass get your hands off of her!' 'Ichigo Kurosaki, you stupid orange haired buffoon go back to class!' the orange haired mimicked Rukia's voice, obviously annoyed by the angry woman and how she randomly popped out of nowhere and started throwing in random insults and threats.
Bitch.
"Ya know, Ichigo. I've always wondered why Pres. is strict and hates guys. Maybe you should ask her out on a date and see what she's like," Toshiro Hitsugaya's voice came behind Ichigo. He nearly choked on his breath.
"Are you fucking crazy, shrimp? I'd rather get kicked in the balls repeatedly than go out with some bitch who blows her top off every fuckin' minute," Toshiro glared when he called him 'shrimp'.
"I was kidding, orange haired buffoon,"
"Whatever."
"How about you try and make her say 'uncle'?
The bell rang; Ichigo turned on his heel and started walking towards his class,
"Why don't you try yourself? I'm not interested in getting my nose ripped off by some midgety bitch," he snorted. Toshiro sweat-dropped.
Rukia rested a hand on her forehead as she finished typing out one of the newspaper articles for the Student Council Club, sighing,
"Honestly, this school is full of savages. Oi Hanataro, did you manage to finish that guide?" Rukia asked the Student Council president's chairman, Hanataro Yamada.
"U-Uh, Miss. President was this really necessary? A "Student Guide Book"? he asked tentatively, beads of sweat rolling down his nervous face. Rukia slammed her small fist on her desk with such force, she could have sworn she heard a crack.
"Fool! Of course it's necessary! If we don't enforce it, the boys will get lazy again!" she barked.
Hanataro looked like he was going to have a nervous-breakdown, "Y-Yes, ma'am!" he squeaked.
It had only been half a year since Karakura College has become a co-ed school. Since it used to be a all-boys school, the males still comprise about 70% of the school's population. And in the midst of that, Rukia Kuchiki, adopted sister of the school's superintendent Byakuya Kuchiki became the first female student council president. Her uptight personality and –don't-fuck-with-me looks normally made all the boys in her view run for their lives as if a killer was in the school. But for some, they weren't as afraid as they thought they would be. One of those 'some's was the popular, extremely attractive yet somewhat impassive Ichigo Kurosaki.
He wasn't afraid of the little woman, hell, no matter how bitchy she got, or how much venom she could hiss and spurt from that sinful mouth of hers, Ichigo Kurosaki would always remain calm and aloof. Generally, he hated her for being such a prick and bitch, but something about that woman seemed to catch his attention. Although technically, he didn't know any rhetorical thing about her that caught his attention.
-w-
Rukia groaned in disgust when she saw Keigo Asano, Toshiro Hitsugaya and Ikkaku Madarame holding a mop out to a nervous looking girl.
"C'mon, I asked you nicely. It's only cleaning duty, can't you take over for a day?" Ikkaku pressed.
"B-But, I h-have something I need to attend to," the girl said softly, beads of sweat rolling down her face.
"Geez, I'm asking for your help…."
"Do your own chores, you lazy fucks." Ikkaku, Toshiro and Keigo turned to face a furious raven haired midget.
"Those who neglect their duties will instead be given bathroom cleaning duties for a week." Rukia walked towards the group.
"P-President!" the girl exclaimed.
"Leave the rest to me. Go on now." she told the girl.
"A-Arigato!" she quickly ran off, leaving Rukia glaring at the trio.
"You again, Rukia Kuchiki?" Ikkaku groaned.
"That's what I should be saying to you, Idiot Trio!" Rukia declared. Ikkaku twitched.
"Oi, who are you calling "Idiot Trio" you low self-esteemed bitch!" Rukia balled her tiny fist and shot it out, as if she were to knock them all out at once.
"Morons like you don't deserve to be called by their name! And didn't I tell you earlier to fix your appearances? Button up your shirt! Take off those earrings!"
Ikkaku rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Yeah, yeah I'll take 'em off later."
"Quit screwing around! I mean now!" Ikkaku grit his teeth tightly.
"Dammit, just shut up for once! I said I'll take 'em off later" he flung his fist at the petite woman, and to his surprise she caught it with her little hand, gripping it with surprising strength. She glared menacingly at the bald man.
"I said now!" she half-bellowed, cracking his fist.
"O-Oww! Okay, okay-!" Toshiro and Keigo crossed their fingers. Rukia let go of Ikkaku's fist, leaving him shocked. That's when Rukia advanced her fist towards the trio, sending them away screaming down the hallway.
"Oi, get back here! You still have cleaning duty!" the President sighed and rubbed her temples. She felt as if they were going to explode.
-w-
Late that afternoon, when the school was finally empty Rukia printed out four hundred copies of the Student Council Newsletter. Her palms were sweaty and her temples throbbed. Groaning at the pain, Rukia took two Advil pills. Swallowing thickly, she got her bottle of water and gulped down three large gulps of water.
She looked at the time. Four o'clock. Rukia got up from her chair, stretched her back and cracked her knuckles. She picked up her black leather messenger bag from the side of her desk. Today was pretty much a shitty day for her. What with running around and chasing those three assholes and telling them what to do and what to not like a parent. Typing till she felt like her fingers were going to fall off. But the thing that annoyed Rukia the most was that orange haired buffoon, Ichigo Kurosaki. She didn't know why she was always agitated when she thought or looked at him. Maybe it was because of his hair. It was bright orange and reminded her of a clown. Exactly what he is. she thought bitterly. Rukia didn't know what the hell it was that annoyed her about Ichigo, but she didn't care. She wasn't going to run this school with those three troublemakers and that irritating fool galloping around and causing chaos wherever they went.
Rukia organized her desk, stacked all the newsletters on one side of the desk and her folders on the other, straightened her chair and closed the lights, shutting and locking the door behind her with the key.
-w-
"I hate guys who make girls cry." Rukia muttered as she walked home. For the rest of the way, she was silent.
Her house, which was only three blocks away from Karakura College was not those fancy, well-built ones. It was small, mobile like and good for one person. And because she had little money to support herself, her brother paid for her classes, electric bills, water bills, anything that was important for her to remain where she currently lived. And because of his kindness and warmth, she always felt lucky and happy to have a brother like him, even if he wasn't a blood relative.
Rukia stopped in front of the rusty gates to her house, and panicked when they fell off.
"Both of them this time?" she scowled, vowing to fix that damn gate for good so it wouldn't piss her off anymore.
As she entered her place, she let out a sigh of relief and took off her uniform shoes. Just when she was going to change, her cell phone rang.
"Ruki-Chan!" Rukia smiled slightly when she heard Momo's bubbly voice through her phone. She sat down and peeled off her stockings.
"Hey Momo. What's up?"
"Nothing really! I just came home from the library with Orihime."
"Ah. I see...,"
"What are you up to Ruki-Chan? Shiro-Kun is so handsome! Kya! I really like his white hair!"
"Shiro-Kun? Who the hell is that, Momo?" Rukia put her shoes away in her closet.
"You know, Toshiro Hitsugaya!" Rukia had to try very hard not to scowl. Great, now Momo was ranting about one of those clowns.
"Ah..."
"Oh right! Ruki-Chan, the chief from the place you work at called my phone. He said you weren't picking up. And apparently, one of the workers is moving out of the country. So she wants you to take her place." Momo explained.
Rukia chastised herself for nearly going for a shower, for she could have been late. "Oh really? Dammit, then I have to leave now! Momo, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Rukia hurriedly slipped on a white jacket under her bra and pulled up black denim jeans, then grabbing her keys.
Momo giggled, causing Rukia to scowl, "Damn Rukia, you're always in such a rush! Who do you take after? Your brother?"
"Er, I don't know. My brother says I'm a bit abash, just how my sister was."
"Oh, I see."
"Mhm."
"Alright then Ruki-Chan, I'll leave you alone for now. I'll talk to you later! Sayonara!"
"Yeah, bye Momo. Tell Orihime I said 'Hi'."
"Oh I will Ruki-Chan!"
Rukia hung up, glad that Momo decided to leave her alone. She was so talkative, bubbly and upbeat. Just like her other friend, Orihime; except Orihime was more timid. Momo and her had been Rukia's best friends ever since elementary school. Unlike Rukia, they were always talking about boys and at what age it would be proper to have a boyfriend. Rukia snorted. Boyfriend.
Momo now had a crush on Toshiro Hitsugaya. She didn't know about Orihime, and especially didn't know what made Momo so attracted to him. Oh right, she had said she liked his hair. It was white and a bit spiky. Odd, because she had never seen a person with actual white hair, counting out her AP English teacher Mr. Jushiro Ukitake who was in his early fifties. But he still looked young and handsome despite his age. His hair was long and white, sometimes tied in a pony tail. Toshiro's was pure white. And no, he hadn't dyed it. He was born with it.
Speaking of weird hair colors, that idiot Ichigo Kurosaki had the hair color of a clown. And it was bright orange! Hell, it was the same fucking exact color as a fruit! And… Rukia thought for a moment.
Orangutans. She had to snort again to keep from laughing out-loud.
Yes, Ichigo Kurosaki's orange hair color wasn't the kind that orangutans had. His was brighter and much too spiky. But still, it reminded Rukia of the apes. And like Toshiro, he hadn't dyed it, he too was born with it.
-w-
"Welcome Home, master!" Rukia and two other woman greeted their first customer.
"This way, please." a busty auburn haired senior maid chirped, showing the man to a table.
"Ruki-Chan." Rukia's attention turned to the dark-skinned woman next to her.
"Yes, Miss. Yoruichi?"
Yoruichi scratched her head, "Sorry for asking you to take over all of a sudden."
"It's fine!" she smiled, waving her hand dismissively. "I've got various expenses to meet this month. so it was actually a good opportunity."
"Thats great! But, I thought your brother is taking care of your monthly expenses."
"He was and still is, but I've decided to get a grip and start working to take care of myself." Rukia said.
"Hey Ruki-Chan, can I get a Mint-Frappuccino please?" a customer asked.
"Mint Frappuccino? Yes sir, of course!" Rukia hurried to get his order.
"Doing the dishes and loading the dishwasher would've been a much pleasant job than this." Rukia muttered as she dragged three heavy trash bags to the dump behind the café. She tossed the bags into the dumpster and brushed her hands off on her french maid uniform.
"Oh well, at least no body I know at school is here to see me in this prissy outfit."
Ichigo Kurosaki walked past the café the moment she said that.
"Well well, what a surprise. Our class president is a maid." he murmured. Rukia gasped and felt her whole world being crushed on top of her. Shit! she screamed in her mind. Shit, Shit Shit!
"I-Ichi-Ichigo K-Kurosaki? What the fuck are you doing here?" Rukia half-screamed whispered, not wanting to attract any more attention.
Ichigo's amber eyes locked on Rukia's violet ones, slightly smirking, "Oh nothing, just walking by. And discovered our president is a maid. Interesting." he chuckled as he walked away. Rukia wanted to find amnesia gas at this very moment.
When he was gone, she fell to her knees and buried her head in her hands.
God. I'm so screwed.
A/N: There is the first chapter! I screwed up a bit in the last two parts. =.= Anyways, tell me what you think by R&R!
Hope you liked it!
ImmortalxxBlade
