Title: Choreography
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ichigo/Rukia.
Rating:PG
Word Count: 356
Summary/Description:If all else fails, dance circles around each other.
Warning/Spoilers:A bit of language, is all.
A/N: (gurgles) I am so out of it when it comes to Bleach, it's not funny. (swings open the door of her mind) Can you hear the ruuuuuuuust?
Dedication:For Liz. Happy birthday, honey! I hope you like this. :3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
"…I still don't see the damn point of this."
An exasperated sigh.
"What is that human function of yours called?"
"…A dance?"
"Exactly. And if we have been hoodwinked into accompanying each other there, I shall not have you embarrassing me by not knowing how to dance. Now stop slouching!"
"Ouch! You didn't have to hit me!"
"Well, you shouldn't have such bad posture, you great lummox. Now hold me."
"I'm… I'm not holding you!"
"For goodness… Oh, just give me your hands."
"Hey—what are you…?"
"This one goes at the back of my head, and the other goes on my hip. Simple enough, is it not?"
"…I'm pretty sure that this isn't the way to dance."
"What do you mean? Of course it is!"
"…"
"Hmph! What would you know, when your empty orange head only knows how to fight rashly and act like moron?"
"I know better than you, damn bit—stop punching me!"
"Concentrate on what you're doing!"
"I would if I knew what I was doing!"
"You would know if you paid attention and listened to what I'm saying!"
"You don't—damn it! Where the hell did you see people dancing like this?"
"…That's none of your business."
"…You have no idea what the hell you're doing, do you?"
"How dare you!"
"JUST ADMIT IT."
"Listen, you oaf, you're to put your hand on my head… like this… bend your head, damn it!"
"Like—MMMMPHH."
Yuzu, ear still pressed to the door, peeked up at her father.
"They stopped talking," she observed unnecessarily, and pressed her ear closer to the wooden surface, just in case they hadn't stopped talking, and were just speaking very, very softly.
The doctor frowned deeply.
"I hope he's not talking advantage of precious Rukia-chan's innocence… THAT BASTARD…"
Yuzu quickly calmed her father with a pat on the shoulder.
"It could be the other way around," she suggested, absent-mindedly smoothing out a few crinkles in her apron.
Isshin had nothing to say to that except to gape a little. Then he promptly returned his ear to the door.
On the other side, Ichigo and Rukia were dancing.
A/N: Oh, innuendo, how I abuse you so...
(curtsies)