This is for the second Bleach Romance Contest~
Pairing: KisukexRukia
The heart is a strange thing, a small lump of muscle that controls the body's blood flow. Temperamental too, after all, if the heart beats too fast it becomes overloaded, too slow and it falls asleep.
Right now Rukia's heart is racing and it confounds her. She hasn't done any running, though the urge to bolt from her current location is growing by the second. Mentally shaking herself Rukia dispels that last thought, she is a Kuchiki (though not by blood) and she will not run.
But that man, sauntering about the little shop completely oblivious to what his simple actions are doing to Rukia, she finds it almost rude that he can be so uncaring; her heart clenching, her stomach flipping and squeezing and rolling – how is there even enough room for her stomach to do that?
"Anything else Rukia?" he asks holding out a bag with things she'd ordered. Looking down at her list, she sees the man got everything, but oddly she doesn't want to leave the store yet.
"Um… actually, just one more thing."
She didn't know what possessed her when she asked for some sweets, but as that blond nut-job bent over – why he didn't crouch was anyone's guess – Rukia let her eyes drift down his body locking firmly on the man's buttocks.
Which was why when Kisuke turned around and she jolted terrified he saw, she found a small crack in the floor far more interesting than Kisuke Urahara's rear, well as long as the angle of her face hid that annoying blush – who cared?
"Hmm? Rukia?" Kisuke asked, his voice laced with concern, usually the young girl was noisy, overactive and authoritative, then again, maybe that was just when Ichigo was around.
"Oh, uh, sorry!" quickly retrieving the correct money she handed it over, careful not to let their hands touch least those incessant 'butterflies' flutter in her stomach.
When Rukia goes back to Ichigo's house, the yelling of various Kurosaki are welcome, the approving looks towards her are also something she likes, yet throughout dinner, thoughts of a tall male with dusty blond hair, a stupid hat and even more ridiculous shoes assault her. Rukia sighs; it's all she can really do. Well at least until tomorrow, where she will go back to the joker's shop, not look at his ass, and once and for all show her body who's in charge.
Short I know, but I hope you liked it~