Short summary:
Both Ichigo and Rukia are having weird cat transformations lately, and these transformations aren't all they have to worry about, either! Mating season is coming soon! Rated T/M for later chapters!
Yup! My first Bleach fiction! So, yea... sorry if it's kinda sucky or too short!
Cat Transformation?
Chapter 1 - The "Milk Addiction"
If only poor Ichigo saw this coming…
"…Kitty!" Rukia glomped the orange feline.
Rukia! It's me, Ichigo!
"You're so cute!" She squealed
C-c-cute?
Ichigo POV
Apparently this all started with a glass of milk.
Yes. I did say milk.
I don't know how milk got involved into my chaotic life, but I'm sure as hell that I HATE milk.
Hell, last time I drank milk was ever since I was probably 7... Or 8... Err…
Anyways, back to this embarrassing story.
What creped me out the most was how I woke up this morning…
Moving under his sheets, stretching and yawning in a way he has never done before. Much like a cat, to his perspective. Peering over to his side, the digital clock glared red: "4:28 AM 08/01" Grabbing the sheet off of him, he lazily walked downstairs.
He continued his pace toward the refrigerator in the kitchen. He snatched a carton of milk and a spare glass from the cupboard.
Ichigo stared at the milk carton for minutes until he finally figured that he would use the cup instead of drinking all of the contents inside. He impatiently poured himself the white liquid into his glass, trying not to let anyone see him with his addiction to milk. Gulping down every last bit of the cold liquid, he continues to pour more into his glass. As he drank, he also scratched behind his ear.
What the hell is going on with me? Oh, please god, don't let anyone see me like this. Especially my idiotic dad!
Apparently, god was probably sleeping at this time and his father was already downstairs, gawking at his son like he was so goddamn crazy. Luckily he hid the carton behind his back.
"Uh… son?"
Fuck.
God why me? WHY?
"This is starting to be annoyingly concerning." Isshin was serious.
"Nothings wrong, just drinkin', dad."
"And what exactly are you drinking?"
"Nothing, just water… Wait! Why are you concerned?"
"Well, you're drinking milk almost about every morning."
What the-?
"When did this all start exactly, son?"
"WHEN THE HELL DID YOU FIND OUT?"
"Two weeks after your birthday, now answer my question"
"Right after my birthday…"
Ichigo was thinking that his stupid father was actually being caring until he heard a smirk. Oh, how terribly wrong he was thinking.
"So, you miss… drinking milk…. Son?" Isshin was trying so hard to laugh, but he couldn't take it any longer. He was rolling on the floor, laughing until he cried.
Ichigo glared at his father and threw the milk carton at him. Unfortunately, the contents of the carton were no longer inside, or on his father's face. The rest of it was in his glass, and most of it was in his stomach.
"SHUT UP!" Ichigo growled.
"Oh, okay! But, if you really like milk, why won't you just get some from my third daughter?" His father was wearing his stupid, goofy smile of his.
"What third daught- OH GOD, DAD!"
Realizing what he meant, Ichigos' face was all red from embarrassment and he threw his glass at his father's face. Isshin fell over with a few glass pieces stuck on to his now bleeding face.
"You perverted old man! And Rukia is NOT your third daughter!"
"But… I thought you were gonna get her pregnant and give me grandchildren?" Isshin pouted.
"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THAT I'M GONNA GET RUKIA PREGNANT?"
"Well.. I asked the both of you, but none of you seemed to answer me. So, I decided that you and my third daughter are giving me grandchildren."
"IT'S NOT YOUR DECISION TO MAKE US GIVE YOU GRANDCHILDREN! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? AND FOR THE LAST TIME, RUKIA IS NOT YOUR THIRD DAUGHTER!"
"I want grandchildren, son" Isshin said with another goofy grin. "And that is final!"
Ichigo was too embarrassed with this topic and ran upstairs, slammed and locked his door shut like a stubborn 5 year old.
Isshin took off his goofy grin as soon as he heard the slamming noise from his sons' door. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number. While he waited for someone to answer, he picked up the pieces of glass and the carton and put them in the trash. Finally someone answered after a couple of annoyingly long minutes, "Hello, Kurosaki-san!"
"Hey, um… about that problem for Ichigo."
"Mhm?" The person on the phone was listening carefully.
"Yeah, I think it's getting worse."
"Well actually, no. Yoruichi went through the same thing when she had this problem, except that she knew what was happening, unlike Ichigo."
"Oh! Well… okay, Urahara." Isshin agreed.
"You only have to be very concerned for that season."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
"Alright! Goodbye now, Kurosaki-san!"
"Thanks, Urahara." Isshin hanged up.
"It'll be a long, long season…" He murmured to himself.
He tried to take off the glass from his face, but he ended up waiting until Yuzu would wake up and help him take them off. He was too afraid from bleeding to death even though he is a doctor himself.
Ichigo threw himself onto his bed and covered his body with the sheets.
Rukia opened the closet sliding door and checked if Ichigo had already woken up. "Ichigo? You awake?" She rubbed her tired eyes and yawned softly.
"Uh.. Yeah.. I am."
"What happened downstairs? I heard you say 'shut up' and the door slamming."
"Just another small fight with my stupid dad."
"Oh.. Well, good morning…" Rukia tiredly said in between yawns.
He moved the sheets from his face and looked over to her, "Go back to sleep, midget. It's too early"
"I should say the same about you, Strawberry…."
He sighed, got out of bed and tried to convince her to go rest. She fought way too many hollows last night and she pulled an all-nighter since it was just the both of them to guard the area.
Stupid Soul Society, they could at least send reinforcements! They were "supposedly" busy with a mission or something. Not all of them are busy! I bet even Kenpachi is still laying around somewhere while Soul Society is doing their stupid "missions". The old man should've sent some low-ranking soul reapers or something! Those hollows are nothing to be afraid of! What a geezer.. Somehow I feel like he's doing all this just to test my strength…
Ichigo put on his famous scowl from continuously thinking about old-man Yamamoto and his "missions" or "duties" that the whole Soul Society has to take care of. Before Rukia noticed his scowl, he quickly removed the expression.
"Just sleep, okay Rukia?"
"Oh, alright…." She yawned one last time and climbed into the closet and quietly shut the sliding door closed.
Ichigo sat back down on his bed and thought for a moment…
Hmm… Rukia hasn't been herself for the last few days, I wonder if something's going on.. Ehh.. I wont worry about it too much, she'll tell me when she's ready. In a matter-of-fact, I'm not acting as myself either.
Ichigo scowled again. The topic at hand was making him frustrated.
Aghh! Damn it! I'll think about this later when I wake up again!
He grabbed his sheets, covered himself and went back to sleep. Or at least tried to…
So much for trying to be smart.
His scowl grew deeper.
Oh, shut up, brain of mine!
Well, yeah... i'm new at this so just R&R please! LOL i'll make the other chapters longer, i promise!