A/N: So here it is! The first chapter of the sequel to Lost Child! I was going to make it longer but my friend advised me to leave it here for now so there ya go! This chapter is mostly fluff but don't worry, there will be action laters! Right now, just adore the cute ichiruki-ness that we all love! 3 Leave me comments~
~An Accident of Mayhem~
Ichigo groaned, not wanting to open his eyes yet. His mind was still foggy with sleep and the last thing he wanted was to move. A soft yawn escaped his lips as the orange haired soul reaper shifted slightly, stubbornly keeping his eyes closed. Something shifted beside him, curling against his body and letting out a soft whisper of air. Slowly, amber eyes opened to look at who was beside him. Dark raven hair was tousled against the pillow in every direction, framing her smooth porcelain face. Pink lips were parted slightly, a hint of a small tongue peeking out between them. Strands of ebony fell across her delicate neck which lead to her chest where a silk purple nightgown just covered her breasts. He could still see the faint outline of a scar in the center of her chest. A fire burned inside his chest at the sight of the white mark on her otherwise flawless skin. With a deep breath, Ichigo forced away the anger he felt at Grimmjow for daring to hurt his fiancé and continued his study of her curves, knowing that would calm him. Rukia's entire body was curled against Ichigo, her legs entwined with his as one hand rested on his chest. The jewels of the ring marking her as his sparkled off the sunlight in a breathtaking manner. It was perfect. She was perfect. Ichigo couldn't help but smile as his eyes followed the curves of her legs. His right arm had snaked under her, holding her protectively against himself, her scent filling his nostrils.
Ever since Rukia and Ichigo had announced their engagement, Isshin had stopped attacking his son in the morning. Ichigo said a prayer of gratitude every morning just for that much of a blessing. A lot of things seemed to be changing around him…or maybe Ichigo just never noticed them. Knowing Rukia's habits helped him avoid angering her but the young substitute also realized there was still a lot he didn't know. For example, when Rukia felt upset or threatened, she'd retreat into the tree next to his house and sit in those branches until she figured out whatever it was she needed to think over. He also learned that when school was not in session and no pressing meetings were scheduled, Ichigo was always the first one awake. His fiancé appeared to enjoy sleeping in and with how …adorable…she looked right now, how could Ichigo resist? He kissed her nose, chuckling softly as she wrinkled it at his touch. If she were awake right now, she'd be squealing at how cute she was. Gently, Ichigo moved his arm out from under her, wrapping the blankets around her so she wouldn't be cold. Rukia shifted in her sleep again, wrinkles on her brow as she frowned. "It's okay. I'm right here. Keep sleeping. " he lightly brushed his lips against her ear. Murmuring softly, Rukia gave a slight smile and continued to sleep. This softer side of himself was as new to Ichigo as it was to Rukia. Granted, he didn't let everyone else see it; keeping his most tender moments for Rukia and Rukia alone. But the change was noticeable in his everyday life. No longer did petty words or fights interest him. His anger was slower to rise, only coming to full fruition if someone he cared about was attacked. Rukia really did change him without even trying…and yet…he was still the same baka. No amount of tenderness could ever make him admit to liking her drawings. Their usual teasing, insults and wrestling carried on exactly as it had before. The only difference was now all three usually ended in him kissing her pink lips and caving in to her demands. Those soft, delicate lips of hers were going to be the death of him. As quietly as he could, Ichigo slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
It was another hour before Rukia finally came trudging down the stairs, her hands rubbing her eyes as her raven hair went in every direction. It was so comical looking that Ichigo dropped the eggs he had been about to crack and bent over with laughter, unable to say "awww" until a full five minutes later. The glare from those violet eyes would have been enough to rival Byakuya and scare most people but then Ichigo Kurosaki was never like most people. As soon as he saw her glaring at him with her hair all spiked up like that, he lost it, shaking as he laughed. This did not please Rukia one bit and soon Ichigo was doubled over again…but this time sputtering in pain. With a smug smile, Rukia lithely walked to her seat, taking a sip of the juice Ichigo had already poured for her. "You..you elbowed me in the stomach?!" He managed to cough out, finally regaining his composure. "You know they have a show for wives that abuse their husbands." He growled when she didn't answer.
"It's a good thing we aren't married yet." She smirked, taking another sip.
"Well..when we are… you should watch out-"
"Watch out for what baka? You're seriously going to threaten me by putting us on a show and trying to convince people that I beat you?" Rukia raised an eyebrow. "Have you forgotten my acting skills? One look at me and they'll laugh you off the set!" Ichigo's scowl deepened, only encouraging Rukia to continue. She raised her voice pitch slightly. "I'm Ichigo Kurosaki and I'm on this show because my 4' 9" wife elbowed me in the ribs! I'm so defenseless! I only save the world on a regular basis and managed to defeat one of the greatest enemies of our time but am completely vulnerable to her." She mocked him, sticking her tongue out at the end. In an instant, Ichigo kissed her tongue, slowly deepening the kiss and letting his own tongue slide against hers. Fighting forgotten, Rukia wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes closed in bliss at his taste. After a few moments, Ichigo pulled away, smirking. He knew kissing her was the most effective way to shut that midget up.
"Good morning, midget. " He turned back to his cooking, grabbing two more eggs and frying them.
"Morning baka." Rukia smirked back and cleaned up the dropped eggs from the floor, washing her hands just as Ichigo finished plating their food. Breakfast passed with no further incidents, only a few minor insults tossed back and forth before Ichigo gave up, letting Rukia have her way. She helped him clean the dishes, announcing that she was going upstairs to dress. Ichigo sat down on the couch, listlessly rotting his brain away with TV until Rukia joined him. She took the remote and began searching for shows she wanted, finally landing on a chappy movie. Her fiancée rolled his eyes but said nothing, only pulling her closer to him and taking in her calm reistsu. Today was a rare day. No meetings for Rukia to run off to, no hollows interrupting every 5 seconds and no Isshin to destroy their peace. Everything was perfect. Their wedding was in 6 months and Rukia was ahead of schedule, already having picked out a majority of the decorations and themes, leaving it up to Byakuya to manage the finances and how it would happen. Her brother wasn't thrilled with the news but relented when he saw Rukia's face light up and the sparkle in her eyes. In private, Ichigo found himself threatened with every possible torment imaginable if he dared to hurt Byakuya's pride. Never before had Ichigo actually feared the look in the elder Kuchiki's eyes but in that instant, he really did think his days were numbered and carefully avoided any physical contact with Rukia during their stay lest Byakuya misinterpret him as a threat. Just as Ichigo began to get cozy with his raven haired fiancé, a beeping sounded from her pocket. Growling, the orange haired soul reaper tried to snatch it away only to be foiled by Rukia.
"Moshi moshi?" Rukia answered her phone. Ichigo was unable to hear who was on the other end but he did see Rukia's eyes light up then narrow as if she was thinking. "I see. Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes. Don't you dare leave your shop, Urahara!" She shut her phone, looking up into those amber eyes that silently pleaded with her to stay. "I'll be right back. I just have to pick something up. Then I promise we can watch sappy movies the rest of the day and I'll make curry."
With only a small sigh, Ichigo nodded. "Tch, I hate sappy movies. They have the most unrealistic plot lines. Change it to horror and you got a deal."
Violet eyes rolled as Rukia chuckled. "Fine. Be back later. Try not to destroy anything while I'm gone." Ichigo pulled her close, kissing her lips once more before finally letting her go.
"Fine. But don't take too long. I might just start without you." Another eye roll and Rukia was gone, the door shutting swiftly behind her. Ichigo was sure she could take care of herself. Rukia was not a weak soul reaper after all and this was just a trip to Hat n Clog's… So why did he have this sinking feeling of déjà vu in his stomach?