Chapter 2
LOUD
"NO WAY!!!! YOU'RE CHEATING, YOU OLD SANDAL-HAT BASTARD!!!!!!"
Rukia's eyes flew open. Oh no. They were at it again.
"Ne, Kurosaki-san, there's no need to accuse me," Urahara smirked mischievously before opening his fan and placing it in front of his smiling lips, dipping head to hide the mirth in his eyes with his striped hat. "I simply put my exceptional skills to the forefront. Do you have to be a sore loser? -"
"BUT – BUT –BUT, THERE'S NO WAY!!! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! I HAD ALL THE BEST CARDS OF THE GAME!!!!!"
"And what does that say about your card-playing?" Renji snickered.
"SHUT UP! AT LEAST I KNOW HOW TO PLAY, YOU REDHEADED MORON!!"
"What did you just call me???"
"YOU HEARD ME, PUNK! WHAT'RE YA GONNA DO, HOWL LIKE ZABIMARU??"
"OH, I'll show you what I'm gonna do, you orange-topped strawberry idiot!"
"OH YEAH? WELL WHY DON'T YOU SAY THAT TO MY FACE?!?!?"
Ichigo charged into Renji with an exasperated shriek of anger, crashing head on into his stomach. Yelling and screaming, what started as a furious leap turned into an all-out tumble war. Ichigo and Renji wrestled all over the floor of Ichigo's small room, turning over furniture, ripping at each other's clothing, shouting, screaming, cursing and yelling.
"YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS YOU PINEAPPLE HEAD!" Ichigo was shrieking endless curses, so loudly that even Renji couldn't be heard over the ruckus.
Rukia sat still in the cupboard, annoyed.
Whose idea was it to invite Urahara and Renji to play cards? This was why she had gone to sleep early: to get away from the accusations and fighting she knew would occur later.
She'd forgotten how loud-mouthed the Substitute Shinigami was.
"I DON'T CARE IF RUKIA'S ASLEEP, I'M GONNA KILL YOU, IDIOT FACE!!!"
There he was again, shouting incessantly in her ears; however did she cope with this before?? She had been living here so long, and she felt that she never realized that she had survived.
…Did he just give NO consideration for her sleep???
"Ichigo!"
Rukia threw open the cupboard door, her voice so sharp with fury that the tumble stopped abruptly and everyone froze in place: Urahara sitting cross-legged on the bed, his fan blocking his face [which was tearing up and tight from suppressing all his laughter], and Ichigo and Renji in a tangled mess on the floor.
"I'm trying to sleep! Why don't you SHUT UP!?!"
"BECAUSE THEY CHEATED AND NOW THEY WANT TO TAKE ALL MY YOGURT!" Ichigo yelled in a screeching tone.
"It's just yogurt. You can buy mor -"
"NO! IT'S MINE! AND THEY CHEATED! THEY THINK I'M THAT STUPID THAT I'D LOSE A GAME WHILE HOLDING ALL THE HIGH CARDS??? THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!! THEY'VE GOT CARDS UP THEIR SLEEVES! URAHARA-SAN'S UP TO SOMETHING, JUST LOOK AT HIM HIDING HIS FACE BEHIND THAT STUPID HAT AND FAN!!! -"
And so he went on. For about twenty minutes straight he shouted at her, saying the same things over and over, punctuating with curses and insults while pounding Renji in the chest.
Karin passed by, looked through the open door, shook her head, and went on her way. Yuzu peeked in timidly, but ran away too. It wasn't long before his shouts attracted the one person who, Rukia expected, Ichigo had inherited his vocal talents from.
"MY SON!!!" Kurosaki Isshin stormed into the room. "WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING AT THIS WONDERFUL LITTLE GIRL WHO IS LIVING IN YOUR CLOSET???? HAVE YOU NO SHAME?? -"
"DAD!!! GET OUT OF HERE! THIS IS A VERY, VERY IMPORTANT CONVERSATION WE'RE HAVING! MY YOGURT IS AT STAKE! WHY ARE YOU SUCH A LOSER?"
Isshin's nostrils flared.
Rukia rolled her eyes. Here we go again…
"MY SON BELIEVES I AM A LOSER! I MUST PROVE MYSELF WORTHY!!"
Renji escaped from Ichigo's tangled limbs just in time for Ichigo's father to jump at his son with a flying kick, shouting dramatically.
Now didn't something similar to this just happen??
And so began the SECOND tumble war of the night. Father and son fought relentlessly on the carpeted ground of Ichigo's room, with Urahara and Renji cheering Isshin on and Rukia pulling her hair in frustrated agony.
"YOU SUCK AS A DAD! YOU CAN'T EVEN FIGHT PROPERLY!"
"I'LL SHOW YOU TO DISRESPECT YOUR ELDERS -"
"YOU'RE TOO OLD TO BE AN ELDER, YOU'RE AN ANCIENT!! WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?"
"I'M TRYING TO BE A BETTER FATHER, MY SON; I MUST PROVE MYSELF A WORTHY MAN TO BE FATHER TO YOU!"
After another agonizing fifteen minutes, Ichigo overpowered his father, pinning him to the floor and holding his fist dangerously close to the old man's nose.
"You have done well my son. But I shall be victorious next time," Isshin panted.
"YEAH RIGHT!" Ichigo shouted to his face, but rising and letting him go anyway. Isshin left the room.
But Ichigo's victory speech wasn't finished.
By now, a vein had noticeably swelled on Rukia's head.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME DAD BUT YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T! WHY DON'T YOU STOP EMBARRASSING YOURSELF AND ADMIT THAT YOU WILL NEVER, EVER BEAT THE NUMBER ONE GUARDIAN ANGEL, KUROSAKI -"
Ichigo found his loud, cantankerous victory speech impeded by soft lips which sealed his own. His eyes remained wide open as Rukia's mouth worked magic and stirred sensations within him that only she could stir. She slipped her slim arms around his neck and moaned into the kiss; his eyes fluttered shut as he wrapped his own arms around her waist and pulled her body taut against his own, taking advantage of her moan to slip his tongue past her soft, honey-sweet lips to taste the heavenly cavern within…
She pulled away abruptly.
"Ichigo…"
She sent a swift, stinging slap across his face.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!" he yelped, bringing his hand to his reddened cheek.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR???" he shrieked.
"I'm trying to sleep. Shut up. YOU'RE LOUD."
So there's L for ya. Thanks for all the tips and while I'm grateful for the suggested pairings, I'm not sure how great I would be at a Nnoitra – Nel combo, since Nnoitra was never one of my favorite characters. I can try it though.
For the second BLEACHed fic, I was thinking Urahara and Yoruichi. I ADORE that couple!
Thanks for the reviews!!! And send more!!! :P 3
