A/N: WOOT!!!
valentines day!
perfect for ichiruki, ne?
THE ONLY GOOD PAIRING IS ICHIRUKI!!!! ITS TEH ONLY WAY TO GO!!!
hope you enjoy! (smiles)
Does anybody hear her?
Does anybody see?
Or does anybody even know
She's going down today?
-Casting Crowns, Does Anybody Hear Her
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---Rukia Kuchiki---
Rukia sighed, and shifted her weight on the rooftop of the Karakura high.
Water droplets slowly fell from the sky in an unending dance, covering her, blanketing her in its melancholic embrace.
Unbidden, Kaien, twisted, sickly, and very much dead entered her mind, a result of the rain, the cold, and the misery of it all.
I hate the rain.
---Ichigo Kurosaki---
With a sigh, the boy closed his front door, and lifted a hand to his mouth, and his mouth opened wide as he yelled. "YUZU! KARIN! I'M HEADING OUT!!!"
Their reply was muffled by the rain pelting the streets in a watery barrage.
Ichigo sighed, and lifted a hand to his forehead as a makeshift umbrella to all the free falling liquid.
Unbidden, Masaki, twisted, sickly, and very much dead entered his mind, a result of the rain, the cold, and the misery of it all.
I hate the rain.
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Rukia stood before a spiky, orange haired boy. Her arms were crossed at her chest.
Glaring, the boy stared at her, his lower jaw sticking out rebelliously. His head was in his palm, giving him a bored appearance.
"This is my seat."
The punk rocker (Rukia's assumption) twitched.
"No. It's mine."
He shifted his position so his body no longer faced her.
She reached out a pale hand, and pulled his body back with surprising strength.
"Look." She snarled. "I'm in a bad mood right now, so I'll give you a bit of mercy." She leaned in, still having a happy-go-lucky smile on her face, as though they were having a nice polite conversation. "Move now, and I won't beat the" Insert worst cuss word you can think of here. "out of you." She moved even more forward. Their noses almost touched. "Okay?"
He pushed her away, eyebrows twitching in.
She fell backwards.
That was unexpected..
"SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE PRICK!" He said, a little too loudly. "TAKE MY SEAT!!! YOU CAN LIVE THERE FOR ALL I FREAKIN' CARE!!!!!!! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!"
She took a step back.
This boy is just full of surprises, isn't he?
He stormed off, slamming the classroom door behind him.
Rukia sighed.
People here are so strange.
Just this morning, a large tan man, taller than a flagpole, had taken her luggage and had a polite conversation with her about the charms of Chappy Gone Wild. Immediately after he had given her bag back, a pale nerd with brown hair had asked her out as she had entered the classroom. She refused his offer, of course, but he still proceeded pestering her, forcing her to agree to eat lunch with him and his friends, even though Rukia had protested that she ALWAYS ate lunch alone. It took five men to restrain him, including the big chappy guy. On top of that, it was raining.
Rukia hated rain. Loathed it, really.
There was nothing worse than transfering schools on a rainy day.
Nothing.
Groaning, she began walking after the stranger she had just met that had walked out on her for no reason.
I'll call him "Loser" for short.
She smiled, pleased with her creativity.
She glanced off to the side.
A door.
With the label; Janitor's Closet.
Rukia sighed.
Why not? Loser looked stupid enough to hide and be emo in a closet such as this...
Her hand reached for the door, thinking it was a futile maneuver.
Just for the heck of it, in case he was anywhere nearby, in the halls or a nearby classroom, she yelled out.
"HEY! CARROT TOP!"
---Ichigo---
WHO DARES TO CALL ME CARROT?!
He frowned, and turned from the girl inside, and brown met purple.
His mouth fell into an even deeper frown, and his already furrowed brow creased even... more.
"Stupid Girl. Go away. I don't have time for you now." Or patience. He added mentally.
"Stupid Loser. Don't go making up stories when you're the one when you need therapy."
Wait.
WHAT THE CRAP WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?!?!?
"Look.." Ichigo's eyebrow twitched as he growled. "Go. Away. I. Am. Busy." The corner of his lips twitched repeatedly, his restrained anger painfully obvious. He moved to the side, arm reaching out to his side, obviously hiding something.
Rukia looked around him, brows raised in curiousity.
Crap.
Her eyes widened as they rested on the dark-haired girl behind the boy.
Crap.
He closed his eyes, furrowed brows twitching inward as he groaned.
Crap.
Her lips parted as she drew in a breath of surprise.
Flying floating living pieces of crap.
"Loser-guy! What're you doing with a girl in the closet?!" She lifted a hand to her mouth as Ichigo's expression of morbid humiliation grew deeper. "ARE YOU BOTH APPRENTICE JANITORS!?!??!"
---Rukia---
It was amazing.
She had heard of such things, but never before had she come into contact...with TWO apprentice janitors.
She had been one in her time, yes, and it was a quite enlightening expierence, despite the humiliation she was shoveled by fellow classmates.
It was no matter to her, though it had been a bit lonely. Her only friends were rats...
What about the head janitor, you ask?
He died in a car accident. Or a seizure. She forgot which exactly.
But it had given her the oppurtunity to fulfill his role, and take up the mop!
She was quite the cleaner in her time, and she wouldn't mind taking them in as apprentices, even though she was in a bad mood because of the rain.
Oh, and she forgives Loser-guy for being rude to her before, in case he's worried.
Rukia explained all of these strange things, and watched as Loser and Random Girl's faces turned from surprise to utter adoration.
(Remember, readers, this is ALL in Rukia's POV)
Loser was the first to regain his breath enough to speak in her awe-inspiring presence.
"Look... You... crazy, demented... transfer student!! WE ARE NOT JANITORS!!!"
She gave him a look of reproach. "Of course not! I thought I made myself clear on that matter! You're APPRENTICE janitors!"
He slapped himself.
I KNEW he was emo.
"We. Are. Not. APPRENTICE JANITORS!!! WE AREN'T CLEANERS OF ANY SORT!!! I HATE CLEANING TO BEGIN WITH, AND I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU GO THERE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!"
Rukia took a step back, and her eyes widened a bit. "Th-then... Why are you in here? Why else would you be?"
Crap. I gave myself away. I was hoping to keep my past a secret...
Loser-guy's face took on a look of surprise, then guilt, then... something else... Rukia couldn't name the emotion quite exactly. It was too... foreign.
"We-well..." He stuttered for the first time in her prescense. He lifted up a finger, voice unsure. "Y-you stop calling me Loser-guy! I have a name! It's Ichigo! Kurosaki Ichigo!"
He waited for her to laugh.
"Kuchiki Rukia. Honored." She dipped her head slightly in his direction, impassive. "Now, answer my question."
---Ichigo---
"E-er..." Ichigo had been planning on having her laugh, then go through the trouble of explaining his name to her, and then buy time to think of a way out of this... like always.
What was up with this girl?
"M-my name means," He stuttered for the second time."'One Who Protects'! So don't go thinking it means 'Strawberry'! Because it doesn't!"
Rukia rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, Carrot Top. As you say. Now." Her eyes narrowed. "I humiliated myself in front of you by explaining my past. So, in exchange, the least you can do is stop stalling and clear up the previous misunderstanding."
Dang, this girl is DRIVEN!
Ichigo wracked his brain for a way out. Any way out.
Senna touched his shoulder lightly.
Ichigo glared down.
Her golden eyes rested on his for a moment, and then she stepped in front of him.
"W-we were... TALKING!" She yelled, then raced to the door.
Ichigo and Rukia in harmony turned and stared as she ran away.
TRAITOR!!!!!!!!
A reckless, inspirational grin slowly spread across Rukia's delicate features.
Uh oh...
Slowly, she turned to the one called Kurosaki Ichigo. "You." She said, still grinning wildly.
He turned to her, eyebrow twitching.
"Congratulations. I have grown bored with the dreary daily routine of Karakura High."
IT'S YOUR FIRST DAY HERE!!!!!
"So. I've been thinking."
FOR THE PAST COUPLE OF SECONDS!!!!
"I should make life more interesting. You know, like... have apprentices...a little spice to the bland flavour of this life."
WHAT KIND OF EXPRESSION IS THAT!?!?!?
"So," She turned to him, bright eyes shining with the birth of an ingenious plan. Her finger lifted up, pointing at the boy staring at her like she had just said that candy isn't good for your health.
"You! Shall become my JUNIOR JANITOR!!! JJ for short. Oh, and the misunderstanding still needs to be cleared up. Meet me here at six a.m. We'll clear it up then." She smiled confidently, and nodded her head as though sealing the deal, then walked off, step light. Her hand reached out, and the door closed, landing with the quiet, condemning clink of a lock fastening.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
YUP YUP!!!
this be the first chappy!
i uploaded it for valentines day.
it's gonna be romance/comedy centered.
CHARACTER DEATH MAY OCCUR
(fufufuufuforihimefufufuufufufuf)
hope you enjoyed!
R&R, por favor!
ARIGATOUUUU!!!