–Rules of Love–
Author: Juveniliare-JujuYayyYaaayy!!-
Title: Rules Of Love
Word Count: 1466
Summary: Seventeen rules one must obey in the game of love.
Disclaimer: Abandon ship!! Piracy police is here! Leave the Bleach copyright behind..!!! NOOOO…!!!
A.N's: Lolllll :D Got this sudden spear of inspiration when I'm supposed to countthe stoichiometry in my chem mid semester exam.. Supposed to be a semi-Au fic.
Without further ado, on with the fic..!!
Well….?
Well what?
So Ichigo….. Do you like her?
....?
Holding Hands
Her arms were white. It even stood pale with her white uniform. Her hands were small. With pale thin fingers and wrist that Ichigo imagine he could circle easily with his thumb and middle finger. It was probably even a lose circle. It was cold, and slightly rough at the pads and palms. Courtesy to being a sword wielder for a century. It was deadly and annoying. In which Ichigo could guarantee a 100% true. And it was hers. It was Rukia's.
Kurosaki Ichigo gazed at the slight motion her arms making as she secretly doodled a possibly deformed Chappy on her supposed English book. It was quite obvious that she was not listening to their teacher babbling about the syntax and examples of the motion.
BEEEP!
Throwing an immediate glance at the petite shinigami sitting in front of him. He saw her nod slightly before she practically throws the red pen from her grip and raised her hands and asked permission to go to the bathroom. Even before the teacher could answer, Ichigo followed Rukia suit and semi-glared at the teacher for his immediate response.
They made it out of the class room with snickers from their class mates and Keigo's wailing for Ichigo's work on monopolizing the 'beautiful and elegant' Kuchiki-san. Rukia only smiled prettily and replied her answer on trusting that 'Kurosaki-kun' wouldn't harm her with her sugary voice that made Ichigo's back hair stands. Only after they were a few paces away from the class room did Rukia reverted herself to her original character. In which she grab Ichigo's hand hard and practically dragged him.
Her hands were small, and her pale thin fingers were in an incomparable size with his.
But it somehow fit perfectly in his hands.
Happiness
Kiss On Cheek
His cheeks were not exactly like she imagine. It felt slightly rough against her lips and had this scent of sweat and earth and metallic tang of blood.
And the redness was of to be unimaginable.
"Wha.. What are you doing?!!!"
The Ichigo in front of her was eying her with large amber eyes and almost horror struck facial expression. And slight tinge of red adorning his face. It was to simply be put as amusing.
"They said that in Italy, kissing ones cheek is considered as greetings."
If possible, Ichigo's eyes went saucer size and even his ears turn red. He reminded Rukia of the lobster Yuzu once showed during their grocery shopping.
"Where the hell did you get that!"
Ichigo was practically clutching the spot where once Rukia's lips landed like a fanatic school girl. The said girl could only raise her eyebrow and eyed him questioningly.
"Why the bother? It's not like I'm going to kiss everybody's cheeks." His facial expression change that instantly. The large amber iris were replaced with a scowl edge by questioning gaze. Rukia could only sigh in dejection.
"it was on one of the girls magazine. Besides they said it was a gesture only for family and real close friends."
Once more Ichigo was eying Rukia with gaping expression. They continue their walk towards his house in awkward silence with Rukia twirling and twisting the edge of her skirt and Ichigo scratching the non-existence itch on the back of his neck.
We're Friends
A Hug
She could feel the sweat building on her forehead. Grazed her cheeks with salty liquid and trailing the small nook on her neck. She could feel her hair plastered wetly with sweat against the back of her neck, the sweaty uniform pressed rather uncomfortably with her back and the drowsy feeling perturbing her head.
Karakura is hot…
The past few days have been very tormenting to the citizen for the sudden heat wave blasting the city. And school was just adding the torments into states of oblivion.
Rukia tried to straighten her back. It went with multiple cracks before she decide that she was too tired to stay straight for a mere seconds. Her head was heavy, and her throat felt parched for a single drop of liquid. Not that she's going to lick the sweat out of her forehead. Oh Noooo...
She mentally slapped herself and tried to fix her eyes to the teacher who's trying to explain the functions of limits, graphic, gradient, and numbers she don't understood. All these humanly stuff are killing her. The heat, the math, and the headache cultivating in her head.
Listlessly, she opened her pencil case and took out her red pen and starts on another series of drawing Chappy swimming in a beach with a chocolate sundae in his fluffy grip. Damn….
Her heads feel heavy, and she was itchy on releasing her katana's shikai and freezes the classroom with a simple Hakuren. Being the wielder of an ice and snow type sword affect her physique on weakness against extreme heat. Such as the one she's currently suffering.
Rukia released her grip and of goes her red pen rolling on the surface of her desk. Her eyelids felt heavy, and her vision just doubled, tripled and blurred slightly. She squinted at her drawings and arched her eyebrows. Instead of a male Chappy with red boxers and sunglasses besides the sundae Chappy, the rabbits in front of her looks more like a horned Chappy with an extra-long limb on its head. Obviously her eye and hand coordination didn't go well today. Bobbing her head up and down, Rukia felt her head went heavier. And her vision darkens.
She couldn't see clearly, couldn't hear clearly. She didn't hear her math teacher asking her condition or seeing the worried looks her friends gave her. She just felt hot, shaky, dizzy and sick at the slight bile rising on her throat.
"Rukia….?"
The violet eyed girl suddenly felt a calloused hand against her cheek; she opened her eyes and saw a distorted mass of orange and blazing amber.
She suddenly heard somebody screaming her name before her vision plunged into darkness.
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"MOVE!!"
Ichigo was practically screaming the order at the top of his lungs. Clutching Rukia tightly in his hands, he dashed from his class to the infirmary with what he supposed as a possible shunpo in human form. He could feel her body heat pressing closely against his chest. But it was hot. Too hot for the normal body heat temperature.
Back then, he didn't spare a single second when Rukia toppled in front of him. He didn't hear him screaming her name or the class sudden outburst. He didn't hear his teacher frantically trying to calm down the class and asking Ichigo to bring Rukia to the infirmary. He just dashed away. Ignoring the hushed murmurs and wailing from his fellow classmate.
Hugging her closer, he jumped the last four stairs and landed with a loud thud.
I Care
Looking Around
The weather was hot. And sweat invested sport uniform went pressed tightly against the students bodies. For some of the boys, albeit the scorching hot weather and the five laps they need to run, the view of girls in short pants and white damp shirt was an oases itself. Not to count as the beautiful heavenly hills went jiggling up and down and up and dow…..
But not for Kuroaski Ichigo.
Orihime have noted that the past ten minutes of sport lesson, Ichigo spent it by turning around glancing and searching for something. Or somebody to be exact. While other boys were practically oogling at her with drools visibly forming around their mouth and Chizuru's agitated self-prancing around her.
Kurosaki-kun just didn't stop to look at her. Even one bit. He was agitated, that Orihime was quite sure herself. Her brow knitted together and her hands tangled their self in motion of lost confidence.
The orange haired teen abruptly stop his action. And upon following his gaze, Orihime spotted a certain midnight hair taking refuge under the tree. It was Rukia, and it seemed that she was mouthing something to Ichigo who was obviously itchy to run to her.
"I'm okay…
Shut up..!
It won't happened again…
It was just so hot…
Gah! Go away strawberry..."
Then, under the scorching red sun she saw a lopsided smile gracing Kurosaki-kun's face. The grin vanished as he turned his head so fast that she thought she heard some cracks during the process.
"KUCHIIIKI-SAAN!!!! Please rest assures! The weather today is so hot that it could make somebody as beautiful and fragile as Kuchiki-san passed out! We don't want you to passed out like on math cla…"
The yelling was soon followed with Keigo's sudden groan and motion of him clutching his stomach.
Orihime didn't need to turn her back to guess who did it.
Hiding True Feelings
Yayyy… :D
Another note from the authoress, originally, the rules went like this:
Holding Hands: Happiness
Kiss On Cheek: We're friends. And so ooon...
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