Nothing but Trouble
Ichigo x Rukia
Disclaimer: I'm not Tite Kubo, therefore I don't own Bleach.
A/N: You know, it weirds me out when I start writing a random fic like this. I mean, I like IchiRuki (better than IchiHime), but it's not something I'd normally write. *sigh* Oh well. My mind's inner workings don't like to make sense, not even to me.
And this is really in celebration of finishing my first AP exam (hooray, hooray!) Another one next week, but whatever. I'll cross that bridge when I get there.
1: Closet
It really is a pain, Ichigo Kurosaki decided, to have a girl living in your closet. He sighed to himself as he carried a tray of steaming food back up to his room, ignoring curious questions from his family members. Down in the dining room, Isshin could be heard saying, "Now, girls, Ichigo is a growing boy, he needs his food! How else is he going to grow up big and strong like his father?" Ichigo rolled his eyes at the statement and entered his bedroom, knocking quietly on the closet door to alert Rukia of his presence. No answer. That was strange. Usually Rukia would open up the door and grab the food right away, but… he knocked again. Still no answer. Now that was really strange. Ichigo tilted his head to the side, contemplating what to do. Should he open the door and risk facing Rukia's wrath (God knows what she could possibly be doing in there) or just leave the food by the door and hope she came out eventually? Then again, she could've left the house entirely, but wouldn't she at least let him know that she was leaving? Maybe not, he thought. That midget never tells me anything. He stood there for a few more seconds, then decided to try the door. Too bad if she got mad at him; she had to eat sometime, right? And what if she was in trouble? At least, that's what Ichigo told himself as he slid the closet door open soundlessly, only to stop and stare in shock. Rukia was curled up on her makeshift bed, fast asleep. No wonder she hadn't heard him knocking. Ichigo shook his head, smiling to himself. He would let the girl sleep; she needed her rest. Dinner could wait. Setting the tray down on a nearby table, Ichigo slid the door closed and started his homework.