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Chapter 2: The Fight
"Rukia, are you in there?" Ichigo lightly tapped on the closet door.
Rukia jumped, she didn't hear him come in. "Just a moment." She tried to make her voice sound as cheerful as possible.
Quickly, she grabbed her little box of makeup that Orihime had bought her. They had so many kinds here in this world that it was almost overwhelming. It took practice but she was getting quite good at using it. With it, she was able to hide the dark circles under her eyes. Ichigo was worried enough as it is, she didn't want to give him another reason.
There was a loud thud. Rukia stopped apply the make up for a moment and listened.
"Damn it Kon, what did I tell you about leaving your crap on the floor?"
"Icchi-go! I had it out to show you." Kon sounded nervous.
"No you didn't! Clean this mess up!" Ichigo's voice sounded angry. There was a loud squeak and a soft thud on the far wall.
Rukia went back to applying her makeup. Ichigo's bed gave a soft squeaking sound as he sat on it. There was silence after that.
"So who won the argument between you and Renji?" Small talk would do. Rukia slid the door open and stepped out. She crossed her arms, "Well?"
"I don't even remember what we were arguing about" He rubbed the back of his neck.
Something in his voice sounded distant to Rukia. She knew right away that something was bothering him. Well, she better get to the bottom of it, Ichigo wasn't capable of fixing his own problems. A flash back occurred to her of the time that Ichigo was fighting the inter battle with his hollow form. He was so scared of it; he couldn't even weld his own sword. It took Rukia to snap him out of it. She wondered what he would do without her sometimes.
A smile crossed her lips, "Ichigo you are hopeless."
"Whaa?" He looked at her confused as she sat beside him.
"What's bothering you?" Rukia asked calmly with a smile.
"Nothing is wrong, why do people keep asking me that?" Ichigo sounded frustrated. "You…" His voice trailed off.
He was almost like a big kid. She would get it out of him one way another. "Fine, Ichigo if you want to be that way, then I guess I have no choice." She walked across the room and picked up her drawing pad. "I will have to draw what is going to happen to you when you don't tell me what's wrong."
A soft smile crossed Ichigo's lips. This threat always worked. "You are too much sometimes Rukia, you know that. Only you would threaten to draw."
"I already drew you." Rukia continued in a semi-serious voice.
Ichigo looked at her now, "You aren't serious, put that pen down!"
"If you only knew what was happening to chappy Ichigo, you wouldn't be so calm." Rukia said mockingly.
Ichigo got off the bed and reached for the pen. Rukia turned side ways to put it just out of his reach. She couldn't help but giggle. He was so silly sometimes. Launching at the pen again, she easily stepped aside. It was like they were dancing. They were both laughing now.
"Give me that pen; I am not going to let you draw an Ichigo chappy!" He said as he reached for the pen again.
"No, you can't have it!" She stuck her tongue out at him, which egged him on more.
Instead of going for the pen, Ichigo grabbed her arm, not hard, but firmly enough to stop her from moving it. She gasped in surprise, and tried to jerk her arm out of his grasp. When she did, the ground under her seemed to move forward, while she moved backwards. By reaction, her other arm grabbed Ichigo by the shoulder for support to stop the fall, but he too was off balance. They both went crashing to the ground with Rukia going backwards, and Ichigo falling forward on top of her. There was a dead silence. Ichigo's face was mere inches from Rukia's. They were both breathing heavy from the struggle before.
He had beautiful eyes was Rukia's immediate thought. Rukia blushed. What was she thinking? He was a human and she was a Shinigami, it would never work out. For that fact and reason is why she never let things get too far. She cared for him, there was no denying that. But she had convinced herself it was almost like he was a younger brother. His face was red too, was he thinking the same thing?
There was a scuffling sound by their feet; they both tilted their head to see what it was. Kon was picking up the magazines he had left all over the floor. The little lion was trying to pick them up as fast as he could. "I'm sorry Ichigo" was the phrase he kept repeating to himself.
Ichigo took his foot and kicked the lion again sending him flying back into the drawer. Magazines flew all around, one covering Kon up completely. On the cover was a girl and in big printed words "Swim Suit Edition".
"Ichigo." He looked back down at her. "I think we better go to bed." Rukia said quietly.
"Right" He got off her quickly like he had just realized she was a ghost. "I am sorry about…"
"No need to apologize you goof, I did threaten to draw you." She playfully hit him in the arm as she walled past to jump in the closet.
Kon had crawled across the floor again and picked up the rest of his magazines to carry over to his box in the corner. The box had the word 'Kon' written on the side in marker. The K was written backwards, because Yuzu thought it would be cute. Ever since she found out that Kon was a live moving doll she wanted to spend more time with him. Yuzu was even in the process of making him a small house out of cardboard to put in the corner so he could have some privacy. Kon and Yuzu were both happy about their new friendship. Yuzu because she now had a friend she could talk to. Kon because Yuzu now knew he was a male and stopped trying to dress him up in a skirt and pink shirt.
"Good night" Rukia called from her high bed in the closet.
"Night Rukia" Ichigo was changing into another shirt.
With a small click the closet door closed. She expected the feeling of separation to come. Everything seemed to fade away, but the thought of the boy on the other side of the thin wall. It wasn't like anything just happened. They just fell. She shouldn't be ashamed to be a little attracted to him. He was after all a good looking man. Boy. She corrected herself quickly. The two of them had been through a lot. The lost of her brothers was probably weighing heavily on her mind clouding her judgment. These feelings didn't seem to really surface until after he died. Ever since then she had been looking around to find someone to fill this void. However, Ichigo didn't fill into that void. Rukia silently sighed to herself. Why did things have to be so complicated? Why couldn't they just be like they were before?
"CUSTOMIZE!!" Yuzu squealed showing off her new mug to Ichigo at the breakfast table.
Ichigo's head was rested in the palm of his hand with his elbow on the table staring at Yuzu. His eyes were half closed. He could never understand why Yuzu was such a morning person. She was more hyper than normal this morning, because she had finally received a cup she had Isshin order. It was just a cup.
"Look Ichigo, look what it says!" She held the cup a foot from his face.
"King of New York?" Ichigo asked half confused, half dazed.
"It's the nickname Kon and I came up with. I got this cup for him so he would have something to drink from at our tea parties! He hates my little pink teacups!" Her face turned into a pout. "I don't understand why, they are soooo cute!"
Across the table Rukia's head was nodding in both of her hands. She was having a hard time staying awake as well. She was wearing make up again. Ichigo wondered if she knew that he could tell she was wearing it. Not that she did a poor job, but it was easy to tell. She had gone so long without wearing it; she had a natural beauty that shouldn't be covered up.
"GOOOOD Morning!! Kurosaki crew and Rukia!" Isshin gave a wink at Rukia, but she didn't notice. He sat at the table with a big coffee mug. He had been across the room waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. Like always he had this goofy grin blasted on his face. "I am glad you like your new mug sweetie. Oh! It even has a picture of Kon…" He squint his eyes to get a better look. "Why is he wearing a ball cap, and a black jacket?"
"It was his idea! I don't understand either. I had tried to talk him into wearing this cute outfit I had picked out" Her lip quivered this time.
Karin walked in late and sat at the table. Like Ichigo and Rukia she wasn't all that excited about being up either. "Morning…" She mumbled under hear breath as she sat down.
"Karin!" Yuzu sat a plate of food in front of her. "You have to see this cup I got from that new store down the street!" She flashed the cup in front of Karin, who seemed just as thrilled as Ichigo was.
"It's just a cup." Karin started to eat.
Yuzu plated her fist into her side. "Just a cup!? It's a cup for Kon!" She said as a matter-of-factly. "Ooh, you can customize anything!! You just bring in what you want them to make, and they put it on anything you want! Cups, t-shirts, anything! It's called 'Pic and Place!' It's in the downtown distract"
Karin stared at her blankly, "That isn't new. You just don't get out of the house much."
"Oh" Yuzu looked puzzled.
There was a sudden knock at the front door.
"I will get it!" Yuzu went to go answer it.
"Guest?!" Isshin looked up surprised. His voice had a hit of excitement as to what the mystery guest could be.
"We don't want any." Yuzu said to whoever was at the door and closed it.
"Who was it?!" Isshin asked.
"Just a sales person." Yuzu looked frustrated as she walked back to the table.
There was another knock at the door, this time it was a little louder. Yuzu turned around and opened it one more time.
"I wasn't trying to sell you anything!" Renji's voice carried into the room.
Yuzu planted her fist into her hips, "They always say that!"
"Yuzu, it's me Renji! You know me!" Renji's voice sounded a little more desperate.
"Nope" She slammed the door again.
Ichigo laughed at the table. Even though he was half a sleep the event unfolding was humorous. Even Rukia was watching now. Suddenly, Renji was at the kitchen window looking in.
Ichigo spoke quietly, "Ignore him."
Rukia with her back to the window suppressed a giggle.
The glass shook as he knocked on it. "Ichigo! Rukia!" His voice sounded muffled. Everyone at the table didn't move or look up. "Lion thing…?!"
This was the last straw for Rukia, now Renji was calling upon the help of Kon. She started to laugh almost falling out of her chair.
"Rukia I knew you can hear me!" Renji's growl could be heard through the walls.
"GO AWAY!" Yuzu closed the curtains blocking out Renji.
Ichigo couldn't take it anymore himself. "Let him in Yuzu" His own voice suppressing laughter.
Yuzu looked confused, but she did what Ichigo asked anyways. Opening the front door Renji walked into the room quickly.
"What's the big deal?" Renji demanded.
This time Rukia lost it. "Renji you look ridiculous!" She rested her head on the table as loud burst of laughter came from her small body.
Ichigo turned around and immediately started laughing as well.
"What the hell is so funny?" Renji was wearing a three piece suit with a tie, and his hair was neatly combed. "I was told this was a very professional look!" His frustration was clearly written on his face.
Isshin didn't seem to get it either. "I think it makes him look like a young man. It's hard to pull off the suit look Renji."
"Thank you, Mr. Kurosaki." Renji scuffed at the others, "Some people don't appreciate good fashion."
Yuzu looked really confused, "I thought Renji was a student?" In her mind she was making connections to the person standing in front of her.
"I thought I would be a teacher this time." Renji grinned, his eyes closed. His hand went up in the air to prove his point, "I have so much knowledge to pass on."
"A teacher and what could you possibly teach kids?" Ichigo blinked at him.
"Well" Renji rubbed the back of his head, "More like a sub. But I am an expert of this world after all. I am pretty sure there isn't anyone in the soul society who knows more about this world than I do."
Rukia bit her lip.
Ichigo sat up grabbing his books, "Whatever. Let's just go to school."
It had been a long day. For the first time in her career their teacher was sick for the day, and by all irony Renji was their substitute teacher. Almost everyone in the class didn't recognize who Renji was because of the mind alterations, but the students in the back did. Tatsuki had asked Orihime why Renji was their teacher, but even poor Orihime was confused.
Renji started to read the book out loud to the class as everyone read along. At one point he shouted, "What the hell is the crusades?" Everyone broke out into laughter. Things seem to have gone from bad to worse as the day progressed. At the end of the day Renji was reading random posters off the wall, inculcating them to the class. "Don't do drugs! Get out and play!" The class stared at him. "Don't drink?" Renji looked confused, "Drinking isn't bad is it?" The whole class blinked and looked at each other.
"So how do you think I did?" Renji beamed at his friends as they made their way home after school.
"Honestly?" Ishida said sarcastically. He adjusted his glasses with his finger.
Renji didn't pick up on his sarcasm. "Sure, why not?"
Rukia shook her head, "Renji, I think you were passing too much of your worldly knowledge on to them, they just weren't ready."
Orihime stiffed a giggle. "I thought he did pretty well."
Renji shook sagely, "I thought so, there is only so much little minds can take."
Ichigo stared at him in disbelief. Those little minds were his class he was referring to. However, the anger subsided quickly. "Renji, would you mind training with me?"
Everyone looked at Ichigo.
"Train?" A devious grin crossed Renji's face. "I do have a few new moves to show ya."
"Kurosaki-kan, why would you want to train?" Orihime's voice was full of concern. "I mean its over."
"It's nothing too serious" Ichigo reassured her. "Just to keep sharp just in case anything else happens. I mean no matter where we go trouble seems to follow." No one said a word.
"I will go with you too." Chad's deep voice came from above.
Ichigo suddenly got nervous, "No that's alright Chad, and you wouldn't enjoy this kind of training. It's a training exercise Shinigamis do."
Chad looked slightly hurt, "Oh."
"This sounds intense!" Renji did a fist pump. He could hardly hold off his excitement.
Rukia shrugged, "You two are completely hopeless. Go off and swing your little swords. I have to drop by Urahara's shop anyways. There are a few things I have to take care of."
"All the rest of you can come over to my house, and I can make dinner!" Orihime exclaimed.
Ishida suddenly looked more white than usual. "I have to go home and study the crusades; I was behind in the lecture today."
"What he said." Chad nodded.
"Aww you guys are no fun!" Orihime sighed, "You will be missing out!"
The six hit a crossroad.
"Okay well I am going this way; I will talk to you guys later!" Rukia ran down the street to the right waving back at them, as she faded from view.
Orihime, Chad, and Ishida continued on straight talking about the weather. Renji and Ichigo took the opposite road Rukia had taken.
When they were a safe distance away, Ichigo stopped.
"What is it?" Renji was loosening up his right arm.
"Sorry if you had your mind set on training, but we are going to be doing something else."
"Whaa?" Renji's arm dropped, "What are we going to be doing?"
Ichigo let out a sigh, "Shopping."
Rukia approached the little shop that was owned by Kisuke Urahara. The building seemed to be drawfed by two other large buildings on both sides. Considering its age it was kept in rather good shape. Outside were a small boy and girl argueing about something.
The boy named Jinta spoke first, "I can't believe you Ururu. How could you leave something so dangerous just sitting out like that…" He noticed Rukia approaching. "Oh hey Rukia! Mr. Urahara is just inside. You came at a good time, he wanted to see you."
"He wanted to see me?" Rukia blinked.
"Yeah, he said it was rather urgent." Ururu chimed in.
Nodding, Rukia walked past the two and opened the door to the shop. A disgrunted Urahara was digging through things in the back. Things went flying all over the room as he flug them behind him. A stronger muscular man named Tessai sat indian style on the floor. Rukia watched in amazment.
"Rukia dear is that you?" Urahara's voice was smooth, even though he was straining himself.
"Yes Urahara, I came to buy a few things for a trip I am taking next week. But I was told by the two outside that you wanted to speak with me?" She raised one eye brow questionably.
"Ah yes. I did." He got up and went to the back of the room and opened up a small closet. A moment later he pulled out two outfits, one blue suit and the other a light green suit with elebarote designs. "Which one of these do you think would look the best on me?"
"WHAT?! This is all you wanted?!" Rukia yelled. Urahara had been getting on her nerves lately. He never took anything too seriously. Even when they were fighting the war he was always doing everything in a laxed manner.
Urahara looked confused as to why she asked the question, "Of course, you are the only female around. I need a female's opinion on this matter. And besides Yourichi is gone for a few months and Rin doesn't count. I mean have you seen how she dresses?"
She let out a loud sigh. "The blue one. The green one would make you look more of a dork."
Urahara lifted it up and studied it, "Ah I see. I get it, because it matches my eyes"
"Urahara your eyes are grey." Rukia said bluntly.
"Oh, right." He put it back in the closet. "Thank you Rukia, that's all I needed. Now what did you say you wanted?"
Rukia took out a list she had written the night before. "I need this list of items. Ichigo and I are going to be gone all next week. I guess you could call it a vacation."
"A vacation?! At a time like this?!" Urahara's voice was poliet with a hint of sacarism.
"What do you mean at a time like this? Aizen is dead." Rukia was getting annoyed. She didn't know if he intentionaly pushed her buttons.
"Yeah, that he is." Urahara seemed to be looking through his stuff again. "Doesn't mean that there still won't be fighting…"
"Would you cut it out!" Rukia was surprised by her own outburst and anger. Usually she was hard to provoke, but something about Urahara lately boiled her blood. It's like he didn't care all those people died. All he did was go on and on about things that had no importance.
"Alright." Urahara sat up suddenly, "I found it!" He held a small musical box with flowers decorated all around it.
"What's that?" Rukia blinked, "Is that a soul trapper?"
"No silly, it's a music box for Rin. I told her I had one, and I couldn't remember where I put it." The fact that his voice was always polite urked Rukia. Everything seemed to urk her more than usual, since Byukuya's death, but Urahara was too much.
"Can you just fill my list. So I can go." She thrust the paper forward. Tessai who had been silent the whole time, launched forward and retrieved it from her hand.
"Sure thing Miss. Rukia" Tessai bowed slightly. He started making his way around the shop filling out the order.
Urahara hit a fist in his palm as if remembering something, "Rukia, the shop will be closed all next week!"
"I just told you we won't be in town next week. So why would it matter?" Rukia was counting slowly to ten in her head.
"Oh, you did? Well, tell your friends." Urahara nodded.
"We are all going." Rukia sighed, "Anyways, if you must know. We are going to a cottage by the beach, one of Keigo's uncles or something owns it and is letting us use it."
Urahara rubbed his chin, "Keigo, the energic fellow."
"Correct." Rukia was at wits end.
"Alllll done!" Tessai brought a bag over to Rukia. "If anything doesn't meet your expectations and is unsatisfactory, we will replace it for free!"
Rukia blinked and took the bag, "Thank you Tessai." That was quick. Not that she was complaining. "Okay, well I am going to go, see you guys later."
Urahara waved, "Bye Rukia, come back soon!"
Tessai waved with two hands, "Yes, do come back soon!"
She closed the door behind her and was soon out in the street making her way towards home.
"Ichigo still isn't back?" Rukia stared blankly at Yuzu. She switched the bag of supplies to her left arm, to give her right a break.
"I guess not." Yuzu sounded a little bit confused, "He and Renji came by the house earlier, but they left after only being here a few minutes."
Rukia nodded, "Okay, well I am going upstairs then to lay down for a bit. It's been a long day."
"Rukia" Yuzu said quietly as she adjusted her yellow skirt.
Rukia tilted her head and blinked back at the little girl. She already had her first foot on the first step, "Yes Yuzu?"
"I noticed that you didn't sleep in your bed last night." Her face was red.
"I made my bed this morning?" Rukia was confused at what she was getting at.
"Well, I left a mint on there so you could eat it yesterday when I cleaned your room, and…its still there." Yuzu's face was now a dark red, "Did you sleep in Ichigo's bed?"
Rukia's eyes widden, "Did I sleep…in? What!? No no!" Rukia was shaking her head profusely.
"I didn't mean to be nosy! I am totally cool with it. I mean I see it all the time on TV, where a girl and a boy sleep in the same bed. Its what mommy and daddys do. It's nothing to be ashamed of!" Yuzu nodded as if her explanation made sense to Rukia.
Rukia stared at her like a deer in the head lights. How would she explain to Yuzu that she slept in his closet?! Would that sound even more creepy? Her face started to turn red. How could this be happening.
"I, uhh…" Rukia searched for words, "I sleep outside sometimes on the roof when its warm."
Yuzu tilted her head, "Ah okay I think that makes sense, but daddy keeps it pretty cool inside at night, do you want me to make it cooler?"
"No!" Rukia said without thinking. It was too bloody cold at night. Why did she come up with that excuse? She was always complaining to Ichigo about her blankets being too thin, and that Isshin had the termostat too low. Men seemed to enjoy sleeping in sub-artic conditions.
Yuzu blinked.
"I mean" Rukia sighed, "Come over here Yuzu and sit down for a moment." She got off the step and made her way to the counter. She swung her bag of goodies she had been carrying from Urahara's shop onto the counter. It was starting to get heavy. "Its just that, I enjoy the stars…"
There was a loud snaping sound on the floor. Yuzu and Rukia both looked down. A cellphone laid open on the floor, a few parts were scattered across the floor.
"Ack! That's father's cellphone!" Yuzu exclaimed.
"I didn't mean to break it" Rukia felt really bad. How could this day have gotten any worse?
"Break what?" Isshin was standing by the counter. He had slipped in from another room undetected.
"Dad, I knocked over your cellphone and it broke on the ground." Yuzu confessed. Rukia blinked at her. Why did she just confess to something she didn't do?
Isshin picked it up and studied it, "Its okay sweetie. It's broken that's for sure, I will just have to use my pager until I get a new one." He sighed, "I really really hate pagers." His pout was just as bad as Yuzu's.
"I am sorry dad" Yuzu looked at her feet.
"Don't worry about it! Why don't you come over and watch the game with me!" Isshin fist pumped. "Spend some time with your old man."
"But I don't understand soccer." Her voice softened saddly.
Isshin blinked as if his mind was racing. The more she looked like she was going to cry, the more crazy his behavior got. Rukia had noted this before.
"We can watch that new Don Kanonji show that came out!" Isshin said cheerfully.
"REALLY!?" Yuzu's head shot up. "You will watch it with me?!"
"You bet! Now put those tears away, and lets go watch some TV!" Isshin ushered
her out of the room.
Rukia was left alone. She had dodged a major bullet for now. Thanks to Isshin's distraction. Not taking any chances she quickly ran upstairs and into Ichigo's room. She couldn't help but like Ichigo's father. Something about the man made it hard to stay angry at him. Rukia wondered sometimes what would happen if Isshin knew his son was a shinigami. Not that Isshin would know what a shinigami was. But his reaction would probably be priceless. It was fortunate that Ichigo's family remained safe while all the fighting was going on. She hadn't been around to see what was going on, since she had been with Byakuya the whole time in Hueco Mundo. There was a sharp ping from the thought of Byakuya, but it faded slowly. This time something else was bothering her.
Ichigo opened the door to his room. Downstairs he could hear his sister and father shouting at the top of their lungs. It was that stupid Don Kanonji laugh. Don Kanonji was the most annoying Ichigo had ever met. He still dropped by once in while, but he seemed more interested in Yuzu, Karin, and Kon. Ichigo shook his head.
"Rukia are you in here?" Ichigo asked to the empty room. He always had to be the one to ask. If Yuzu or anyone else came in, and she was talking from the closet, that would be rather hard to explain.
"Yes. Ichigo I am." She sounded really upset.
"Are you okay?" He asked cautiously.
She opened the door holding her pad and a folder out in front of her. Her eyes glaring at Ichigo. "If you don't like my drawings that's fine, but you don't have to go about destorying them."
"Your drawings? Why would I mess with your stupid drawings?" Ichigo growled. He didn't need this right now.
"Stupid?!" Rukia's voice was starting to grow louder, "They aren't stupid, and I am missing some of my good ones!"
"Maybe you just misplaced them. You have them thrown all over the floor when you are coloring them at night." Ichigo made a motion with his hand to sweep across the floor.
"Forget it! Just forget it." She put the pad back in the closet and slammed it. "I wish you would just grow up Ichigo."
"Me grow up?" He was taken back, "I am not the one mopping around the room all the time holding all these emotions inside. You never tell me whats wrong."
"It's none of your business! Why don't you deal with your own problems before asking me about mine." Her voice was sharp.
"I know how it feels to lose someone you care about. I could help you Rukia." Ichigo's voice was just as stern.
"Who said I needed help?" Rukia scuffed.
"Rukia anyone with eyes can see that you are hurting. I want to help you. Let me help you." Ichigo's voice changed to a pleading tone.
"No thanks." Rukia said simply. "I am fine."
"You aren't fine, you just said you had your own problems." Ichigo's voice was frustrated.
"I gotta go." Rukia moved towards the window and opened it, "I am going to go for a walk. I need some air."
"Please Rukia don't go." Ichigo pleaded one last time.
"Good bye Ichigo. Don't stay up for me. I will be back later." And with that she was gone.
Ichigo felt like punching a wall. He was so upset with himself. He didn't mean to press for details about what was bothering her, but in the heat of the moment he had lost all reason. Now she probably hated him. The thought about her shouting at him to get over his own problems before asking about her's played in his mind. It made him feel like he was a burden to her. A sinking feeling hit him in the chest. There was nothing he could do for her, but she always made an effort to go out of her way to help him whenever he was feeling down. Why wouldn't she let him help him? Ichigo was feeling anger, frustration, and saddness at the same time. They all boiled in him with no where to escape. He wondered if she knew, that a lot of his grief was caused by her. However, he had come to accept that grief, because without it, without her, that grief would be replaced by a far greater pain that he didn't even want to begin to think about.
Again I am sorry about all the english mistakes XD I proof read it, I really do. It's just that I normally write all this stuff at like 1-3 in the morning. Thank you for reading this far. Any reviews would be wonderful! I love feed back, positive or negative.
This chapter is more on the comical side, because I can't stay away from it. Well to me its comical XD Other people may not find it funny. Shrugs Anyways, the story will get better I promise lol.
