Hiya, this is my only story for fanficton. Please review. Hehe, my only public story. Makes me slightly nervous.
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There once was a fair, fair maiden who was trapped in a tall, tall tower. She had glorious black hair. Her eyes were a deep navy blue and her skin was beautifully pale. She had a petite nose and small frame. This fair, fair maiden's name was Rukia.
I think I'd like that better,Rukia thought moodily.
Her incompetent father, Byakuya Kuchiki, had sent her to summer camp in a desperate attempt to free his hands of children, or anybody who lived in his house. For some reason he didn't want people, closer yet, Rukia, around the house, although Rukia had no idea why. She wasn't that bad. She picked up her room, every other year or so, she did her homework, on the first day of school, and she even said sorry after punching her father in the face, or did she. OK, maybe it did make sense. Rukia understood perfectly why she was here. She was a bad child. Being good was not one of her habits. It didn't work out very well when she tried.
"Rukia," said Byakuya in a, puzzled tone of voice.
"Yes," Rukia said, just as puzzled as her father.
"Is there something wrong with you today. You seem," Byakuya paused, "strange today."
Rukia's temper flared like a torch. She tries to be nice and what does she get? A comment about being strange!
"No there is not," Rukia had nearly growled.
"I am fine," she said stomping off angrily.
"Rukia Kuchiki, stop right there. Child, come here," Byakuya demanded, frustration coloring his voice.
"No," she yelled back.
"Rukia, come right.." Byakuya's voice was cut off by a priceless porcelain tea set hitting him in the face and shattering into a million tiny glittering fragments of porcelain.
No,Rukia thought, being nice doesn't work at all.
As it turns out the consequences were even worse than you think. Byakuya went to the emergency room and Rukia was grounded for months. One hundred fifty two days to be exact. Quite a long time to be grounded.
"Excuse me, Miss Kuchiki, you're here," said the driver of the miserable bus that had taken her to this place.
Rukia looked around the bus to find it empty. Apparently, Rukia had not been paying attention when they got to the camp, otherwise she'd have gotten off sooner. It was always slightly embarrassing to not pay attention then have consequences like this one. Normally, everyone laughed at you until you wanted to die.
That's a pleasant thought, I'm going to die of embarrassment.
Rukia picked up her large suitcase and stood up. When she got out of her seat she nearly fell down on her face from the weight. The suitcase was almost as tall as her and stuffed until it was bulging. Somewhat awkwardly, Rukia walked down the aisle. As Rukia walked along she found herself wondering what would happen. Would everyone hate her? Would she enjoy camp? What about friends? Would anyonebe her friend? Rukia tripped over her feet as she walked down the stairs to land with a loud thump on the ground. Or should one say on a large person with sculpture like muscles and bright orange hair.
"Hey, punk, what was that for?" It was the carrot top kid Rukia had just fell on.
Rukia glared at the ground, not replying. Her clothes were scattered in the mud along with a book about Roman Emperors that Byakuya had pushed on her and a diary she rarely used, but she figured could be used for sulking purposes. Rukia, silently, began to pick up her mud smeared clothing.
"Hey, speak when you're spoken to," said the arrogent carrot top that Rukia already hated.
"And why should I?" Rukia glared up at the tall kid.
"Don't talk to me like that, annoying octopus head."
"Excuse me, that is nothow you talk to a lady. Now as you can see, my Tropicana orange juice friend, I'm still waiting for an answer to my question. Don't worry, take your time. I've got all day."
The newest foe of Rukia glareddown at her for a moment then grinned wickedly."You won't be so smug later. See ya, octopus head."
Rukia glared at the back of the tall boy. She was confused. She should know what this brat was up to. It simply didn't make sense.
"Don't worry about Ichigo Kurosaki," said a childish female voice from behind Rukia.
Rukia turned around to see a girl with long, bright orange hair standing behind her. She had a face full of a joy that could never be erased. Her eyes were sparkling gray. The thing that probably made everyone look at her was her overly large...well, you know what she means. Compared to Rukia's small frame they were massive. She was wearing a lime green t-shirt and purple shorts. Foot flops were on her feet and two small blue star shaped brets held back her bangs.
"He's just a meany," said the girl.
"I'm Orihime. What's your name?"
"Rukia," she said, getting up to wipe the dirt and dust off her white tank top and black shorts.
"Hi Rukia, it's nice to meet.you." Orihime looked around as if expecting someone.
"Tatsuki, Tatsuki, where are you."
In the distance Rukia heard a crash and a male voice yelling and swearing. She also heard a female voice yelling over the swearing.
"That's what you get for being rude, jerk."
The thing that probably made everyone look at her was her overly large...well, you know what she means. Compared to Rukia's small frame they were massive. She was wearing a lime green t-shirt and purple shorts. Foot flops were on her feet and two small blue star shaped berets held back her bangs.
"He's just a meany," said the girl.
"I'm Orihime. What's your name?"
"Rukia," she said, getting up to wipe the dirt and dust off her white tank top and black shorts.
"Hi Rukia, it's nice to meet.you." Orihime looked around as if expecting someone.
"Tatsuki, Tatsuki, where are you."
In the distance Rukia heard a crash and a male voice yelling and swearing. She also heard a female voice yelling over the swearing.
"That's what you get for being rude, jerk."
There was an even louder crash then a girl with blackish purple hair and brown eyes turned arounded the corner smacking her hands together in a finished manner. She was about the same height as Orihime who was a head taller than Rukia. It didn't seem right that everyone was taller than Rukia.
"Oh there you are, Tatsuki," Orihime said cheerfully.
"Ya," said the girl named Tatsuki,"I had to take care of that jerk who so rudely left here without even helping that poor girl."
"I'm ok,"Rukia said."Thanks for beating that orange into orange juice for me. I'm too short."
"My pleasure. I'm Tatsuki," she said, sticking out her hand.
"Rukia," she said in return, accepting the hand and shaking. Tatsuki had a strong grip.
"Come on, you guys let's go get our rooms," said Tatsuki.
Rukia followed the dark haired girl and the childish girl, a lump forming in her throat. To the casual bystander Rukia looked like she was on the verge of total exhaustion. But Rukia was not . She was too nervous to be exhausted. She was also worried. Would she be put in a room with a pervert. Or would she be with a jerk, like the carrot top. Would she be put with the buttercup haired freak himself. Rukia struggled not to panic, visibly at least. Her mind was screaming all kinds of things that shouldn't be repeated. In Rukia's panic, she found herself tripping over an unsuspecting suitcase, left laying right in her path. With a humiliating clatter and a startled yelp of pain, Rukia fell on her face.
Can this day get any worse, Rukia thought moodily.
"Oh, Rukia, are you OK?" Oriheme exclaimed loudly enough for everyoneto hear, drawing the attention of anyone who hadn't already seen Rukia's humiliating fall.
"Yes," Rukia said in the most cheerful voice she could muster, jumping to her feet and brushing away the dirt on her tank top.
"That's good. Well then, come on."
Rukia nearly ran to the bulletin board in her rush to escape the stares in her direction. Several death glares and comments about "How rude people today are," greeted Rukia as she pushed and shoved her way through the crowd. When she made her way through the crowd her eyes scanned the board.
"Kuchiki, Kuchiki, Kuchiki, a ha, Kuchiki! Room 213."
"I'm in 215," Tatsuki said thoughtfully.
"Me, too" Oriheme squealed delightfully.
"Alright then, let's get out of this crowd."
Rukia started shoving her way through the crowd again, using her overly large suitcase as a battering ram. Once out the small black haired girl walked towards the hotel in which she'd be staying. It was eight stories and looked pretty fancy.
Figures. It's not like Byakuya would put me in a shack. Or would he? I guess it depends.
Rukia made her way into the building. The ceiling had paintings on it. How could some one paint on the ceiling? It didn't make any sense. The floors were marble. Yes, marble. No matter how many injuries and slip and slide contests the floors probably produced they were still marble. Smart, Rukia thought. Many tables with expensive, breakable, items on them covered the left half of the foyer. The right half was the check out counters and elevators. Rukia strode towards the elevators, careful to avoid the, already starting, slip and slide contests. Her finger pushed the up arrow. The elevator made a ding noise that reminded her of Byakuya and his dissonant bells. The elevator doors opened to a completely empty elevator. Rukia walked inside and pressed the button for floor two. The elevator music sounded strangely familiar. Like something she had heard a long time ago. Wait, could it be? No, it was just jingle bells. Rukia had no idea why anyone would play Christmas music in june, maybe they wanted to amuse the residents. Jingle bells abruptly stopped when the three girls reached floor two. They stepped out of the elevator and started down the hallway. Rukia's footsteps seemed unusually loud in the quiet hallway. It was like a warning. A doom about to descend upon her. Rukia quickly chased those thoughts out of her head. There was no need to worry. Everything would be fine. She reached her room after what seemed like an eternity.
"Well?" Tatsuki questioned good naturedly."Go on."
"OhOk," Rukia replied quietly.
Everything seemed fuzzy and dreamlike for some, unknown, reason. Rukia couldn't help but wonder why that was. She, cautiously, reached her towards the doorknob. Just as cautiously she turned the doorknob. When the door opened all traces of the fuzziness had disappeared. Maybe it is doom, Rukia thought moodily. Standing before Rukia was her ultimate foe. A orange haired boy who stood nearly as tall as the ceiling. Ichigo Kurosaki.
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I hope you like it. It took me forever to write. Please review!
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