Another improved fic from me! My writing skills have gotten way better! So please enjoy this new fic full of Ichihime goodness!
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Disclaimer: yep, It's applied
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Awkward Moments
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Orihime lightly touched the window to a shop filled with toys. She giggled at a battery charge puppy that was making a fuss towards her at the window. His small squeaks could put all dogs to shame. She pointed at it to her companions.
"Look Kurosaki-kun, Kuchiki-san," she exclaimed. She showed them the small spotted puppy. Ichigo gave her a small smile and Rukia laughed at her antics. Orihime wondered on looking at the other wonders that filled the toy shop. She spotted a small white rabbit. She tugged on Rukia's yellow shirt sleeve. "Look Kuchiki-san, its Chappy!"
The Kuchiki girl big eyes lit up as she breathed against the glass of the window. Her breath caused the window to fog up a bit. "Where," she asked.
Orihime giggled again and pointed a corner in the cardboard box that held the small battery charged toys. "Right there," she said.
The petite girl's eye started to sparkle. "I must have that!" She marched into the store by herself to purchase the toy, leaving the two bright haired teens alone.
Standing in awkward silence, Orihime stood still as she felt her crush's eyes on her. She tried to not glance back up into his dark chocolate orbs, but it was very tempting to her. She bit her bottom lip nervously.
"You shouldn't do that Inoue," Ichigo scolded. "You might make your lip bleed."
At his command she let her raw lip go. She instead started to tug on the end of her floral green summer dress she was wearing that sun shining day. Her small digits curled up to squeeze the thin fabric of her dress leaving a small wrinkle. She shifted in her pink flat covered feet ever so often. The wind lightly blew her long shiny auburn hair.
The men standing next to her held in the urge to get a strand of "said" hair and smell the scent of honey and cinnamon even closer then it already was. The brighter haired teen crossed his arms against his chest and scowled deeper then necessary. Today he was wearing a red collared shirt with ripped up jeans and black sneakers. His orange hair was in the same messed up fashion as usual, not like he even bothered to try and fix it any way though.
The big breasted girl wiped a strand of sweat coming from her forehead. She looked up to the cloudless sky and smiled up to it. Although she liked the rain more, a sunny day wasn't too bad, especially if you get to spend it with the guy you have had a crush on since her high school year started. She could even consider this a date too.
With a flushed face, Orihime shook her head. Don't think of it that way Orihime! It is just a friendly walk with Kurosaki-kun and Kuchiki-san! In fact you can't consider this a date since Kuchiki-san is here as well, she thought to herself. Though the thought sounded nice, she very well knew it would probably never happen.
Ever!
Well… maybe? She didn't know. Orihime could only hope that one day her crush could see her for who she really was, maybe even learn to love her. She had a right to dream. So might as well make that her dream.
The gentle healer sighed lightly causing the scowling strawberry male to look at her confused. Ichigo wasn't the best when it came to any girl's emotions or wants. Hell, he couldn't even pick out a Christmas gift for his sister Yuzu without the help of Karin or Tatsuki. He could tell what those two girls were feeling though. Maybe because in his eyes they are more of a male type then their actual gender, but still, he felt terrible because of that.
So instead of shaking it off, Ichigo got ready to talk to the kind girl. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but at least he was trying.
Right?
"Inoue," he said softly. He got close to her cheek when he had said it. Orihime felt his hot breath on her creamy soft skin. She shivered.
She stood still for a few seconds not knowing what to say back. She started to panic. Her face was turning beat red and her curvy form was shaking like a leaf from the pressure of trying to think of something witty to say back. She gave up on the option of saying something jaw droppingly amazing. She just wasn't the type of person to do such a thing.
"Y-Yes, Kurosaki-kun?" she stuttered out shyly. Her heart was pounding. The punk felt his heart melt at the simple saying. It wasn't like she was going of about the robots and aliens like she usually did, but it was the simple "Kurosaki-kun" that was directed to him, only him. He liked it. The sound of his name from her cute pink lips was heart fluttering.
Wait… did I just think that her lips were cute?
At that moment Kurosaki Ichigo had a mental melt down. He had called one of his now closer friends the word "cute." And he also thought that it was, quote, "heart fluttering."
He froze shocked by his thought of his friend. When did he start thinking like Shakespeare? What the hell was the matter with him?
The beautiful princess on the other hand, was waving her small hand in front of his face to try and get his attention back on her. She looked over his spaced out face.
"Kurosaki-kun, is your brain broken?" She giggled at her words. Her heroes' brain couldn't be broken! He was too powerful to fall to that! She giggled again.
When Ichigo came back to planet earth, he saw Orihime giggling like a high school girl (well, they are still in high school…). He grinned at the fact that her bubbly laugh was cute. He paused and groaned.
Again with the fucking cute!
"Is something bothering you Kurosaki-kun," Orihime asked him a little worried.
He glanced back at her. Of course she was worried. The girl was too caring for her own good.
"I'm fine Inoue," Ichigo said. His frown creased more when he saw her fiddle with the ends of her auburn hair. "Don't worry about me," he continued. She smiled at him warmly. He gave a small one back in return. "As long as I can make you smile like that then I'm happy to stay with you."
An awkward silence filled the cool air. Both teens blushed at what the male had just said.
Ichigo's face was brighter then the meaning of his name. He covered his mouth so as not to spew more embarrassing words out of his own mouth. He coughed lightly and looked away from Orihime's flushed form.
"Thank you," she said quietly. She looked down at her flats. Her face was flushed to the neck and it wasn't going away any time soon. They both stood silent hoping for the other girl to come back soon so the awkwardness would go away.
The "said" girl leaped from the glass door and skipped over to them happily. In her hand was a big bag that looked to be more then just the electronic rabbit. She was over to her friends in a flash with hopes of conversing to the other girl of her findings. But both teens still stood silent, in their heads they pleaded for her to start a conversation of her very own (Ichigo was hoping it wouldn't be about her bunnies though).
"Um, did something happen while I was gone," Rukia asked curiously. Although she had watched the whole exchange through the crystal clear window, she wanted to see if they would admit it. They did no such thing. Oh well, she'd have to force it out of Ichigo after they dropped the auburn haired princess off at her apartment later. She pointed on word to the next street. "Shall we go?"
"Yea," the other two bright haired teens said in union. And so to the next shop they went.
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"Bye Kurosaki-kun, Kuchiki-san," Orihime said to the two shinigami who were descending the stairs outside of her apartment. She gave a small wave when they turned around to give their "goodbyes" as well. She stepped into her new medium sized flat and closed the door, turning the lock on it as well. She leaned against the door and let out a soft sigh she had been holding in since Ichigo had told her he'd stay with her as long as she was happy with him.
The thought of her crush saying that made her blush madly. Sometimes it was just too much to handle when he said things like that to her. It appeared Ichigo did not even know of the affect he had on her. Orihime clutched the area of her shirt just above her breasts.
Her heart ached to be with him, but she knew that that might never happen. She was a foolish girl in the spring of her youth who had fallen for the orange haired punk. This story was beginning to feel like one of Rukia's shojo manga she always tried to get the healer to read. Maybe she should start to actually read them so she could get the idea of what to do next… No, she wanted her own idea to be original so it wouldn't work out to well if she tried to copy something from a manga. Would it even work if she tried? But then again their story was more shonen with all the fighting hollows and Aizen, so it really wouldn't work out in the end.
The healer walked over to the kitchen table where a lone notepad was sitting. She grabbed a pencil and sat down in one of four chairs to think.
If only her life was like a shojo manga instead of a shonen… Then Ichigo would have a crush on her and attempt to make her like him back, but she already liked him and his plans were ruined because both were too shy to admit their love for one another! It was perfect! And in the end they would confess to each other beneath the sun- no wait, slash that- the rain! They would confess in the rain! It would go out like this…
Drizzled rain drops hit their face as both teens walked next to each other. A cold breeze would come their way making the female shiver slightly. Her male friend held her closer to keep her warm with his body temperature. Both teens wouldn't admit it, but they loved each other, a lot.
The orange haired man stopped.
"I don't think being friends his enough for me anymore… Orihime," he whispered in her ear huskily causing her to shiver again from his suddenly hot breath. She wondered when he had gotten so close to her. She played with the ends of his jacket sleeve as she tried not to blush.
"What do you mean Ichigo-kun," she asked, her grip on his sleeve tighter hoping he wasn't going to leave her. She couldn't live without the love of her life! In her heart she knew it was utterly impossible!
"I'm saying that I love you," he told her and tilted her head to look into her grey orbs. He leaned in and kissed her sweetly. She tasted like strawberries, he wanted to taste her more. Ichigo licked her bottom lip demanding entrance into her mouth. She cracked open her lips only a little and he immediately dominated her tongue (In her mind Orihime thought that Ichigo would be a good kisser). He tasted her sweet cavern, she moaned as he began to suck on her pink tongue. He smirked at her small sound.
Ichigo let his hands grip her hips, she jerked with surprise at the sudden contact. Her hands slowly went up his chest feeling the structure of his muscles then around his neck as she deepened the ruff kiss. The orange haired male's hand started to drift up to the edge of her right breast and he soon gave the mound a light squeeze-
Without warning, Orihime threw the pencil across the room and slammed the notepad she had been writing in closed. Her heart was slamming against her rib cage and her face brighter then a tomato. Her brain was yelling at her to run from the table but her heart was telling her to continue on with the story. She followed her brain's order and ran from the kitchen table to the sanctuary of her room. The beauty knew that if she continued the story it could lead to more then just a long sweet kiss.
She jumped on her bed with a red face. She slapped her flushed cheeks lightly with the palms of her hands.
She curled into a small ball with her blanket. Her bed was cool to her touch. She wished it was warm so she wouldn't be so cold. Her body began to shiver as she closed her grey eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of strawberries with frowning faces on them.
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He kissed her hard. She opened her mouth for him to enter her sweet small mouth. He let his tongue explore her cavern for what seemed like hours but was only a short distance of time. Who knew that a mouth could taste so fucking sweet?
Her body slammed into his room door, it hurt but she ignored the pain and let it be replaced by the pleasure he was beginning to make her feel. His hands roamed her body and locked onto her hips. His chocolate brown orbs stared at her lustful body in want. His long slender digits grasped her soft full cloth covered mounds and squeezed them. She moaned at his touch. She lifted her legs and locked them around his waist so she could straddle his hips against the door. Her sex pressed up against his erection. He hissed through his teeth at the feeling of his hard shaft against her heat. It felt so fucking good!
Her flushed face looked at her lover as he began to lift her tang-top to reveal her full breasts. He grinned when he saw them pop out.
"You're not wearing a bra, Hime," he whispered in her ear and began to nibble on the thin piece of flesh. The girl in his hold blushed madly at his findings. Her skinny arms wrapped around his neck to embrace him closer to her graceful body.
"You always say there too hard to take off, so I made it easier for you today Ichi," she muttered to him. Her eyes were filled with the same lust as his. He loved this woman. He continued.
The girl was shaking from the coldness of his room causing her nipples to harden. Ichigo put the now hardened berry in his mouth and did soft bites. His hand occupied the other breast with rolling and pinching the small nub. Her quiet gasps filled his ear as he glanced up to her flushed face. Watching her like that made his blood go south. He groaned and let her nipple go with a "pop".
As she still straddled his hips, the orange headed male brought her over to his bed and dropped her on top of it. She wiggled about to get comfortable and then tugged her skirt down to reveal her sexy lingerie. Ichigo placed a finger on her covered fold. Her felt the dampness of her panties. He smirked at his handy work.
"Your already wet princess," he chuckled. As she blushed he continued by slipping the unwanted piece of cloth off of her sexy form. He threw it across the room no longer giving a damn of where it went. Her legs spread for her lover knowing very well what he was about to do. Her finger went to her lips as she did a cute pout for her lover, begging for him to go on. The man put his face only inches away from her womanhood, he thrusted his tongue into her slick opening and swirled his tongue around her folds. She griped his orange locks and did a silent scream as he licked her weeping core. He loved the noises she made for him, only him.
"Ich-Ichi-ICHIGO!" she screamed. Her heat clamped onto his tongue and she released. He felt himself about to reach his own peak just by watching her.
"Orihime!" he yelled and opened his eyes to find himself alone in his bedroom. He blinked a few times a little confused as to why he was alone, after some thought he slapped himself in the head for thinking of his friend in such a perverted manner.
He had to be one of the biggest perverts on the face of the earth (that is behind his father and Keigo though)! To think he was dreaming of getting into bed with one of his friends, not to mention that she was also the most hottest girl in their high school to boot (or so Asano told him every single day). He was thinking of her in the same perverted manner as those sick men who ogle over her in their class.
Why did he have to be so low?
With a deep scowl, Ichigo grabbed his blanket and threw it off of the lower half of his body. He looked down to his pants hoping the dream didn't "turn him on". He sighed, glad that there was no tent in his pants. Lucky for him that didn't happen yet, 'cause if his father were to barge in here like always and see him in that position, he'd probably die of embarrassment.
Wait a second, Ichigo thought. Where the hell is Dad? He usually comes crashing through my door to attack me.
With hesitation, Ichigo slowly got up from his bed. He slipped a shirt on to cover his muscular chest.
He slowly but surely descended down the stairs of his house. He glanced around the empty looking house with suspense. He heard a noise coming from the front door. Someone was knocking softly on the door. With a grunt he unlocked the wooden door and opened it to reveal Orihime looking dazed from the sudden encounter.
"G-Good morning Kurosaki-kun," the healer stuttered out. She gave a small bow. "Is Yuzu-chan awake?"
He scratched the back of his head. "I don't think she is, but I can check," he said and turned around heading for the stairs. He stopped and faced the healer again. "You can come in and wait in the living room, Inoue…"
"Ah, ok," she said and scrambled to get in the house. She took of her shoes and walked in.
"I'll go see if she's up," Ichigo told her. "You can go sit down if you want."
"I will thank you." The ditsy girl walked to the living room area and sat on the plump couch.
Ichigo nodded to her and went back to the stairs. He placed his fist against Yuzu and Karin's door when he noticed a small not taped next to the door's knob. He ripped it from its place and read it through.
It appeared that his sisters had run off to the store to buy groceries. His father had an early meeting and was unable to beat him to a pulp (words from Karin herself). Yuzu had called Orihime over to ask her something but since the younger girl had to run the errand she had left the task of handling Orihime to Ichigo until she got back.
Damn… why'd it have to be Orihime she wanted to talk to? Why not Rukia? The auburn haired beauty was the last person he wanted to see right now because of his earlier dream about her. A perverted one none the less.
He was a sick man. A girl like her didn't need a friend like him. He was a punk and she was a kind, beautiful, sexy-
Sexy! Something is wrong with me! Soon I'll be like Kon and go around kissing her and the other girls in my class! He thought. Well, not the others, just her- NO! Stop thinking that way you perv!
He took a deep breath. His hands crumpled the piece of paper into a ball. He stuffed it in his pocket and walked over to the stairs once again. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be Orihime that his sister wanted to see? Why not the midget they actually lived with (and that he had no attraction to at all)? And where was "said" midget anyway?
Rukia had had one of those smug looks last night before she went to bed in his sisters room. She had said nothing to him since they dropped off Orihime yesterday at her apartment. She was as quiet as a mouse looking for crumbs to eat. She was never that type of person so it irked him on that maybe she was planning something. And if she was, what was it?
Ah, so many questions, yet no midget bitch to answer any of them. He was at a major loss right now and it needed to be fixed when she got back to his house later
With a slight groan, Ichigo entered the room where the "girl of his dream" was sitting. She made no move to greet him again. Orihime seemed to be dazed off, having some sort of weird dream with the usual little blue men that she always seems to talk about. Well, at least that what he expected from a girl as innocent as her.
She seemed to still have her peace when he sat down next to her on the couch. The girl didn't blush, scramble, or even squeak when he moved right in front of her face. That was the reaction he usually got from the kind girl. It was cute.
And once again he mentally slapped himself for thinking she was cute.
He glanced at her pouting pink lips that looked very kissable right about now. Without taking notice, Ichigo face got closer to Orihime's. So close in fact that if she were to lean only a centimeter closer their lips would connect into a tender kiss. Maybe the reason she had dozed off was because she had to get here early for Yuzu but the younger girl was not here. For now he didn't car, Ichigo was being drawn into her like she was some type of drug he needed more of. The feeling was hypnotic.
It was at this time that he started to think of what her lips might taste like. Would they taste of cherries? Cinnamon? Nothing? What if they tasted of strawberries? Yea, she seemed like the type for that fruit even if the thought made him blush.
Out of nowhere got closer and slammed her forehead onto his. "It was the aliens, I swear!" Her eyes shot open and she spun her head left and right to check her surroundings. It would seem that those pesky dwarfs were gone for the moment…
Orihime's grey eyes spotted a patch of orange hair. He was lying down at her feet with his hand on his forehead. He hissed with clenched teeth. What had happen to him? Was Kurosaki-kun hurt? Did those darn aliens exact their revenge on her by attacking Ichigo? If so, then it was all her fault!
"Oh no!" She waved her arms in the air as the pain subsided for the moment on Ichigo's head. He was going to ask her if she was hurt but be her hyper active actions he begged to differ. "I wasn't able to save you in time Kurosaki-kun! They got to you before I could prevent it from ever happening!" she exclaimed to the male. She stood up and pumped her fists in the air. "Now it is our turn to get revenge on them! Darn you green aliens for hurting Kurosaki-kun!"
The male made no move to stop her as she went ahead and walked forward. She tripped over Ichigo's long legs. Her skirt trailed down along with her giving Ichigo as excellent view of her baby blue panties. He was slightly angered that he enjoyed the erotic view of Orihime lying on top of his lap.
Well, at least her skirt went back in place against her plump ass, right?
Never thought you could be a pervert, King.
I'd rather deal with Aizen again then have to deal with you, Ichigo mentally growled. Why the hell are you even talking to me again after ignoring me for a year now since that battle anyway?
…Tch, like you would want to know, he cackled. And besides king, you can't consider that a battle since hat 'n clog's beat you to him 'cause you were to slow and couldn't get Tensa to teach you the final-
Bastard…
While Ichigo and his inner hollow fought, Orihime was regaining her posture. Her face was flushed when one of Ichigo's knees shot up and hit her in the stomach. She fell back down and clutched the area.
"Ow…"
"Shit, are you ok Inoue?" He slid his legs out from underneath her and stood up. He stretched out his muscular angled form and then reached out to help her curved from the cold wood of the living room floor. "Sorry 'bout that," he apologized.
Still clutching her mid-section, Orihime managed to give him a small smile. "I'm fine!" She shot up although a stabbing pain was near her belly button. She ignored it.
He helped her off the ground and they both sat down far from each other on the couch. These two were full of awkward moments. It was if they both could not get enough of them in just a two day span.
They stayed silent for one complete hour.
Yes that's right, one hour.
When another twenty minutes passed by the front door finally opened revealing the twin's.
"Onii-chan, we're home," Yuzu called with a big bag of groceries in her small hands. Karin came in after cursing about how they should have woken up their brother so he would be the one carrying the bags, not them. After dropping the bags off in the kitchen and leaving Karin to pack them, Yuzu went into the living room. "Oh, you came so soon Orihime-nee? When did you get here?"
"Oh, I don't know," Orihime said. "Maybe a few minutes ago at the most."
Lair/Lair, Ichigo and his hollow thought in union. What a weird thing for them to agree on.
I always thought the princess was too peaceful for lying, his hollow muttered.
You're not the only one, Ichigo thought back. Wait… Why are you thinking of her and why did you just call her princess? The hollow stayed silent and Ichigo's anger rose higher. Answer me dammit!
While another inner battle was being fought (with Zangestu trying to break it up, but to no avail sadly), Yuzu had led Orihime to the kitchen to "talk" without her older brother's acknowledging them as they left him alone. Karin was sitting on the counter and Yuzu leaned against a counter across from her. A blush was forming on the blonde's cheeks.
"I w-wanted to ask you for some advice, Orihime-nee," Yuzu said shyly.
"Eh?" Of all people why her? The healer knew that Rukia had more experience being with Renji and all. But then again the two never said they were seeing each other… but why else would they always be walking around together when they came into the human world? Did they like each other but wouldn't admit it? Wait… no fair! Rukia got a shojo life but she didn't!
"What kind of advice," Orihime pressured on.
"Well… Um…" Yuzu was very red now. She pushed the ends of her pointer fingers together nervously. "I-"
"She wants to know how she can date a guy without Ichi-nii or Goat-chin finding out about it," Karin interrupted. The other twin sent daggers her way which she silently ignored. The black haired girl got out a book and started to read, clearly showing she was already bored by their discussion.
"Oh," Orihime said. She looked to the ground and stood on the balls of her small feet. "I think it's good to be honest with your family and tell them what you think. So my advice is to tell Kurosaki-kun and Kurosaki-san that you like this boy. Even if they don't agree at first tell them that it is you decision that counts the most and even if they still forbade you then…" she gulped and bit her lip, scared that Ichigo might get mad at her if she were to really do this. "I-I'll help you see him."
Yuzu's eyed her surprised and ran to the older girl and hugged her tightly. "Thank you Orihime-nee for understanding," she cried. "I'll try to talk to Onii-chan and Dad! I promise!"
The elder girl patted the smaller girl's head. "You're welcome, Yuzu-chan"
For a moment, Karin glanced up from her book to look at the hugging girls. She could have sworn she saw her mother Masaki hugging Yuzu. She quickly rubbed her eyes and looked again, this time seeing Orihime.
She must be going crazy…
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The petite shinigami slayed the last hollow of her shift with ease, so few hollows had been coming out due to the capture of Aizen. This town could finally sleep without worrying about being killed by the heartless beasts.
The Kuchiki girl put her sword back in its sheath and let out a sigh. Her breath was slightly rugged from running around town the whole afternoon. Her dumb phone seemed to be on the frits again. She'd have to check in with Urahara later though. Right now more importunate business waited for her at the Kurosaki house.
She bounced off the roof tops and electric wired poles for her destination. She came to a stop in front of the Kurosaki clinic. She came to a nearby shrub and pulled out her gigai from it. She pulled twigs from her hair and went ahead and got back into it.
She stetched out her arms hoping the soreness would go away in a few minutes once she started to move around in it again.
Rukia went along inside as if nothing had changed and she hadn't been gone the whole entire floor boards creaked with every step as she made her way to the door that divided the Kurosaki's home from the clinic. Turning the knob she walked in and headed up the stairs.
She faced the room of the orange headed man. Pushing the door open slowly, she saw a figure near one of the scowling teenager shelves. Rukia watched as the auburn haired beauty lightly touched the glass of a picture frame. She could see tears forming in the corners of her grey eyes.
"Inoue…"
Orihime dropped the frame on Ichigo's bed as if it were on fire. "K-Kuchiki-san, when did you get back?"
"Just now," Rukia answers and then furrowed her thin eyebrows together. "What'd you just drop on Ichigo's bed?"
"Ah, n-nothing," Orihime exclaimed and waved her hands in front of her face franticly.
"Inoue…"
"I-It was just a picture of Kurosaki-kun's mom holding him when he was a baby," she mumbled loud enough for Rukia to hear. Her face was flushed with embarrassment for being caught red handed for looking at Ichigo's baby picture. "He just looked so cute Kuchiki-san! I had to take a peak," Orihime admitted.
Rukia put and hand to her mouth and laughed. "You don't have to be embarrassed, I'm sure any other person would like to look and use it for blackmail," she said.
"I could never do that!"
"Never do what," asked Ichigo as he walked back into his room after leaving Orihime in there for only a few minutes so he could use the restroom.
"Never use a photo of you being babied by your mother to blackmail you and ruin your bad boy image your using to make Inoue swoon," Rukia spat out and shook her head. She smirked at Ichigo who was blushing to the last part of her declaration.
"I don't act like this to make Inoue swoon," Ichigo yelled. His nostrils flared with anger.
"I-I think I should be getting home," Orihime quickly added. "The sun is already almost all the way down so I'll just be going now…"
"Oh ok, see you at school then Inoue," Ichigo said and waved to her. She waved back and left his room.
"You should have asked her if she wanted you to walk her home you idiot," Rukia snapped. "You are the most retarded male I have ever met right next to Renji!"
"Says the midget who has been mooching off my family for the past month once again," he countered back at her.
"Whatever, I'm leaving!" She stomped out of his room huffing angrily.
"Good," he yelled and slammed the door shut.
"Bastard," she cursed. She folded her arms in front of her small chest. She felt something vibrate in her pocket and then a ring. She reached down and brought out the soul pager. Someone was calling her. "Uh, hello?"
"Hey, Rukia," it was Renji's voice she heard on the other line.
"What do you want," she said annoyed.
"I need to talk to you," he said. "It's important. Get out here."
"Fine, I'm coming-"she paused. "Wait… you already outside?"
"Uh huh," he answered back casually.
She trotted down the steps and ran over to the front door. She slammed it closed as she exited to the outside. In his shinigami robes stood Renji just a few feet away from her.
"So what do you want to say to me,' she asked him suspiciously.
"You not going to believe me but…" he said and looked at her seriously.
"Renji..."
"…someone attempted to free Aizen."
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R&R~
~Turtle-chan out~ 1-3-11
