Title: Three Words, Eight Letters
Summary: "Come on, say it," Rukia giggled. "Here, I'll give you a hint: it's three words, eight letters.." Ichiruki.
Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach. Never have, never will.
Rukia Kuchiki was an evil mastermind.
Earlier that day, Ichigo had commented on how the picture of him she had drew for Ichigo on Valentine's day looked like a stupid bunny with a zanpakto shoved up its ass. He thought the punishment had ended when she gave him a swift kick to the groin, but he was wrong.
Very wrong.
Upon returning from killing some hollows, Ichigo opened the door to his room to find Rukia stripped of all her clothes, only wearing one of his own oversized t-shirts, sitting on the corner of his bed.
"What the hell?!" he cried. Ichigo froze in surprise, and Rukia just laughed.
"What's the matter, Ichi-kun?~" she teased in her sweet falsetto.
"I think you know damn well what's the matter!" he roared, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"What?" Rukia said melodramatically, "I thought you'd love it!"
"SHUT UP!" he yelled, "AND PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON!"
Rukia got up from her seat on the bed and walked toward Ichigo, a finger to her lip. She batted her eyelashes and looked up at him with her big, purple irises. "Really, Ichi-kun?" she asked innocently, "Are you sure?"
She placed a petite finger on his chest and pushed back.
Ichigo fell over.
Rukia advanced over him, stratling her legs over his body. She kneeled down and placed her hands on his chest.
His face was twice as red as before, if that was even possible.
"I'll only stop if you tell me two things," she said. "One: that my Chappy did not look like a hollow with a zanpakto shoved up its butt."
Ichigo rose up in anger, knocking Rukia off of him and onto the floor. Her eyes narrowed. "What the hell! Why are you still mad about that!" he yelled, "And I won't say it because you know it's true!"
Rukia laughed. "Are you sure, Ichi-kun?" she asked. He backed away and looked down.
"Stop that!" he said.
"Then what do you have to say to me?" she countered.
Ichigo sighed. "Your Chappy did not look like a hollow with a zanpakto shoved up its butt," though he mumbled under his breath, "But they do look like Renji in the morning…"
Rukia pouted. "Thank you," she said. Ichigo began to get up, but before he could Rukia pulled him back down.
"Hey!" he exclaimed.
"Thing two: Say it," she said. Ichigo's eyes widened before he furrowed his brow. Rukia rolled her eyes. "You know what I'm talking about."
Ichigo's eyes narrowed. "No," he said sternly.
"Ichi-kun!~" she said.
"No."
"Maybe you don't know what I'm talking about. Here, I'll give you a hint: it's three words, eight letters."
Silence.
"I hate you," Ichigo said finally.
"I love you too, Ichigo," Rukia laughed. They both got up, and then she turned to him. "And one more thing," she said, kicking him to the floor. "My drawings do not look like Renji when he wakes up."
A/N: Really not satisfied about how this came out… I rushed it, it seems rushed and awkward and stupid and short… bleh. Reviews are appreciated, even if they're flames.