A/N: I decided to turn my "White moon" One shot, into well…a collection of Rukia and Ichigo fan fics. Why? Because I can and someone asked about it, thanks to everyone who reviewed!!! I love you guys!!!
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Language
Summary: Rukia learns to dance, by the greatest teacher ever! Ichigo Kurosaki!!
Inspiration: you Rukia and Ichigo Lovers! I give full credit to jta4 for creating it. Do not copy or steal her artwork.
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Dance With me
Rukia was becoming oh-so frustrated with the orange haired boy sitting next to her. No matter how many times she asked what a dance was he kept replying "Ask Inoue". Rukia let out a loud sigh and stared at the book they were supposed to be reading. Only Ichigo, Ishida, Inoue, Rukia and Chad were reading. The other classmates were babbling about the upcoming spring dance.
Rukia slammed her book down on the desk and scribbled a quick note to Ichigo.
Ichigo, tell me what these…dances are? Please? Rukia then drew a chappy with large puppy eyes before throwing the note onto Ichigos' desk.
Ichigo raised both eyebrows, picking up the note that was tossed onto his desk. He looked over at Rukia who was hiding her face in her book. Ichigo opened the note and rolled his eyes.
Rukia, for one your drawings suck. For the billionth time ASK INOUE! I'm not telling you OK?
Ichigo waited for the teacher to look back at her book and threw the note back on Rukais' desk. Ichigo stretched in his seat, How childish Rukia…passing notes...what are we? In second grade?
Rukia chucked the note, which was now crumbled into a ball, at Ichigos' head. It landed in his lap and as he opened and read it, Ichigos' face turned 20 different shades of red.
Then…will you take me to the dance? Rukia had also added an angry chappy with the words I'm sorry you have no taste in artwork!
Just then the teacher snatched the note. With an evil grin on her face,
"Passing notes are we kuchiki-san, to your beloved Kurosaki-san?" The teacher says reading the note.
Ichigo and Rukia blurted out many "No ways!" "I don't love him" "I don't love her!" "I wasn't passing notes!" "Everyone else is talking!" "What beloved? What!" "I do NOT love Ichigo!" The teacher shushed them.
"Ohhh I see. Young Kuchiki-san has asked Kurosaki-san to the dance, how cute. What are these bears? Or rabbits?" The teacher says pointing at the chappies Rukia had drawn all over the page. Rukia fumed furiously, and suddenly the two were saved by the bell. Ichigo rushed out; to avoid the embarrassment…Rukia however was caught by Inoue.
"Sooo you and kurosaki-kun hmmm" She says tugging Rukias arm.
"I just…well…I-I wanted him to show me how to dance." Rukia says with a sigh, trying to keep it as close to the truth as possible.
"Well then, we must go dress shopping for you!" Inoue says with a large smile. Tatski let out a groan, and Rukia frowned "Dress shopping?" She mutters before being dragged by Inoue.
-Back at the kurosaki household-
"ICHI-GOOO!" Isshin yells before making a jump attack at his son. Ichigo sighs and ducks as his father crashes into a nearby potted plant.
"Ichigo, I have a question" Yuzu asks while setting the bowls of rice onto the table.
"Yeah?"
"Well, Keigo stopped by—"
"Oh…great!" Ichigo says with heavy sarcasm
"He said you were taking Rukia to a dance, he wanted to know if we had a remedy for a broken heart" Yuzu says staring at her older brother, who was standing there…dumbfounded. Ichigo slapped his hand to his forehead, great; now everyone thinks I'm taking Rukia to the dance…this is just wonderful…
"Ohhh my boy has got himself a date!" Isshin shouts, his eyes streaming with tears.
"You hear that my lovely beautiful wife? Our boy, Ichigo, he has found himself a wife!" Isshin says to the poster of Masaki. Ichigo rolled his eyes, until his ears caught the word 'wife'.
"What! Rukia and I are not going to be married!" Ichigo yells at his weeping father.
"Can we just eat now?" Karin asks her nose in a soccer magazine while sitting at the table.
Shopping with Inoue
Rukia was dragged to countless numbers of stores; Inoue was throwing countless items at Rukia, making her try this and that.
"What about this?" Inoue asks holding up a long red gown.
"Or this one?" she says again holding up a short white dress.
"Hmm? Maybe this one Kuchiki-san?" She says holding up a blue dress.
"Ah…well…um" Rukia stutters, not being able to choose.
"How…well…how about that one" Rukia says pointing at a random dress, both the girls gawk.
"T-that one…Kuchiki-san?" Inoue says her eyes wide. Rukia blushes,
"Something wrong with it?" she asks, now ashamed that she had to choose that dress.
"I like it!" Inoue says picking up the dress from its hanger and handing it to Rukia, "Try it on!" She urges pushing Rukia to the changing stalls.
-Minutes later-
Rukia steps out of the stall, she wore a soft pink dress with frills at the bottom, middle of her back and on the sleeves.
"Kuchiki-san you look Sooo pretty!" Inoue says waving her arms around. Rukia smiles slightly. Inoue then pushed Rukia back into the stall, "Now take it off so we can buy it" she says her smile now a huge grin.
Rukia jumped through Ichigos' window, a plate of food rested on his desk while Ichigo was laying on his bed, eyes closed, and headphones in his ear. How could she resist? Rukia landed softly on the hardwood floor, and tip toed to his bed side, setting her bag (with her dress in it) on the floor. Rukia took the black pen that was resting on the desk; she carefully leaned over Ichigo and placed the marker on his cheek. With one quick motion she made a curvy mustache, Ichigo instantly woke up.
"GAH YOU STUPID MIDGET!" Ichigo yells grabbing the marker from her hand. Rukia gave a pout before reaching for the marker.
"Give it back Ichigo! It's not my fault you're a lazy bastard who sleeps on the job" She yells back now kneeling on his bed, leaning over him to snatch the marker.
"You're the one who drew on my face!" He retorts holding the marker higher.
"It's MY marker!" She yells back, putting one hand over his mouth to shut him up.
"Mmm-ph mmpgh!" which would be translated as something along the lines of "stupid chappy loving shorty" or "Evil midget". Rukia had positioned herself so she was sitting on Ichigos' stomach. He had one hand holding the marker, that was constantly waving in the air and the other trying to wrestle Rukia off of him, this was a recipe for disaster.
One struggle and shove lead to another, Rukias' hand had slipped and the marker fell from Ichigos' hand in an attempt to catch her. Before either of them realized it, Rukia had fallen completely on top of Ichigo and their lips had locked together. Ichigo felt his eyes go wide, and Rukia immediately pushed herself off Ichigo and scurried off to the closet her face a bright shade of red. Ichigo sat up, still in shock of what happened.
Rukia…marker…falling…kissing me…wha-what just…did we just? We did, didn't we…Rukia… me…Ichigo sat there, his mind was like jelly. He kept telling his legs to move and get off the bed to wash his face but nothing was working. His brain seemed to have shut off. Somehow, with much effort Ichigo brought his hand to his lips. "Rukia…" He mutters, his fingertips on his lips, they were…warm.
Rukia couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. "That was…a kiss…with Ichigo." Rukia shook her head, "It was an accident…just walk out there, grab your bag and food" Rukia placed her hand on the closet door.
On three…open the door, make no eye contact with Ichigo, grab the two things, and get out of there…okay Rukia…you can do this.
One…
Two…
Three…
Rukia opened the door, her eyes darted to the bag on the floor, when she looked back up she did the thing she wasn't supposed to do…she looked at Ichigo.
"What are you looking at?" She snaps, stepping out of the closet.
"You're…ah well…never mind" Ichigo says shrugging and looking away, Rukia blushing…what a rarity. He thought staring at his hands in his lap.
"Thank you for the food" She says, with no hint that the 'thank you' was genuine. Rukia jumps back into her closet and slams the door.
Ichigo lies back down, "You're not really angry Rukia, that's just an act to hide your embarrassment" He says rolling over. Rukia pulled the covers over her head, she had heard what Ichigo said and she knew…he was right.
Dancing with Ichigo
Early that morning, Rukia stepped out of the closet with the dress her and Inoue had bought. She wore light pink stilettos to match, Rukia glared at Ichigo.
"What are you looking at?" She says angrily. Ichigo nervously laughs,
"You ah…look nice…that's all" Ichigo says rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, Rukia scowled, forcing her lips to not form into a smile.
"Let's go" Rukia says heading out the window. Ichigo walks downstairs,
"Ichigoooooo" yells Isshin, before kicking his son in the stomach.
"Gah! What the hell!" Ichigo says, after regaining the breath that was knocked out of him.
"Ready for your hot date?" Isshin says smiling.
"I told you it's NOT a date!" Ichigo yells back, his face furious.
"Riiiight…sure it's not…that must be the reason why you dressed up!" Isshin says pointing, stars flying behind him.
"I'm not dressed up!" Ichigo retorts pointing at himself and motioning with his hand his outfit. A white dress shirt, red tie that hung loosely, and jeans.
"Ohhh Masaki look at our son! Our wonderful son! He's a man now!" Isshin says to the poster of his wife, waving his hands around. Ichigo gave a frustrated sigh and took this opportunity to leave.
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"Okay Rukia, now slow dancing is all about the lead." Ichigo says taking her hand lightly.
They had been practicing for hours, Ichigo had to admit, she was a much better dancer then he gave her credit for.
"I know, I know" Rukia says frustrated placing her hand around Ichigos' waist as his hand rested on her back.
"Well then why are you messing up so much?" Ichigo teases with a smirk. Rukia glares coldly.
"Just dance." She mutters harshly, following Ichigos' steps smoothly Ichigo smiles, pulling Rukia closer and still dancing perfectly together.
"Rukia…you seriously had no clue what a dance was?" Ichigo asks looking down at her and Rukia shook her head.
"You dance…I don't know…it just seems like…you've danced before" Ichigo says shrugging lightly.
"I compare our dancing to fighting. Fighting comes naturally so…dancing must too" Rukia says looking up at Ichigo.
When amber met violet, a shade of pink ran across both their cheeks. Ichigo and Rukia quickly broke their gaze and the song ended. A sudden flash erupted in the room, they both turned their heads to see a group of classmates with…cameras.
"I thought you reserved the dance room for private dance lessons." Rukia hisses at Ichigo.
"I did" He says back, breaking their embrace. The classmates scurried off laughing, Ichigo glared at Rukia.
"Who did you tell that we were here?" He asks scowling.
"Inoue…and Tatski" Rukia says innocently, with that fake school girl grin that Ichigo hated with a burning passion. Ichigo runs his hand through his hair,
"Now everyone is going to think we are together" He mutters.
"What's wrong with that?" Rukia asks leaning upwards, putting her face close to his with a cold glare, the fake smile had faded from her lips.
"Ah well…err…it's just…"Ichigo stutters. Rukias' expression softened and saddened but she still glared into Ichigos' eyes.
"You don't like…being together with me?" Rukia asks, the hurt in her voice was unimaginable.
"It's not that Rukia…think about it…What if soul society caught wind that we were together…that would put you in danger" Ichigo says softly, his scowl turning into a hurt frown.
"I guess you're right…" Rukia says resting her head on his chest for a brief moment. Ichigo placed his arms around her shoulders.
"It's not that…I wouldn't want to be…together with you…it's…dangerous" Ichigo says looking down at Rukia. Rukia closes her eyes, breathing in his scent, with a light sigh she looks up at Ichigo and nods.
"I understand" She whispers, and blushes as Ichigo kisses her forehead.
"Let's go home" He says releasing Rukia from his embrace and smiling. Rukia nods and follows Ichigo out the door, and back to their…home.
A/N: Sorry it is so long! I loved writing it though. Please Review, I think I did alright with a lot less out of character-ness.
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