"Looks like they've gone inside." Commented Urahara, his expression hidden by the shadows casted from his hat. Isshin and Urahara, along with Jinta, Ururu, and Tessai, sat clustered around a T.V screen, a large bowl of popcorn off to the side in case anyone got hungry during the surveillance.
"Tell me why we're doing this again?" Asked Jinta, scooping a handful of popcorn and shoving into his mouth. "And zouw camnpt shzwee zuts guin on?'
"We can see what's going on because I secretly attached a video camera to Rukia-chan's costume." Explained Urahara, his eyes still fixated upon the screen. "And the reason we're watching is because Rukia-chan's costume is actually a prototype for one of my inventions. I've been meaning to test it out for a while now. " He pulled out a switchboard and microphone from behind him.
"Inventions?" Ururu questioned shyly, her face partially shrouded by her black bangs. "What kind of invention?"
Urahara grinned broadly. "It's a robot suit which has the ability to control the user's body through command. Those two won't know what hit them."
"You mean they don't know?" Inquired Jinta, eyeing the switchboard and microphone hungrily. He scratched his blaze of fiery red hair. "Isn't that a bit dangerous?"
"Eh. I guess." Urahara popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth. "But you have to admit, it is fun."
Ichigo, to say the least, was in a bad mood. A very bad mood. Not only did he have to put up with Keigo fawning over Rukia, but it seemed to be the case that for every three men that walked by Rukia, two of them would say something stupid and flirty. As for the other remaining person, well, the majority of times he would just gaze at her in hopes that she would be able to fuel his carnal hungers.
He scowled as he noticed yet another boy eyeing Rukia from behind. 'Nice!' the boy mouthed, clearly unaware of Ichigo's mounting frustration. Ichigo slammed his fist into his open palm threateningly, shooting a glare that would have killed the boy ten times over...if looks could kill, of course. There would be no fueling of carnal hungers tonight, if he had anything to say about it.
"What's wrong with you?" Rukia asked, clearly oblivious of the entire situation. She regarded him intently, leaning against a wall with a styrofoam cup in her petite hands.
"Oh, nothing." Replied Ichigo, gritting his teeth. "I'm just taking care of some disturbances. Wouldn't want to ruin the party, after all."
"Disturbances?"
"Don't worry about it. Just… enjoy the party."
Rukia smirked. "You know," She said finally, "I didn't think it was possible, but you just managed to take your scowl to the next level." A chuckle escaped from her mouth. "You look more constipated than usual. Try to relax. If you need me, I'll be over by the punch." She swirled the last remaining dregs of punch as indication before stalking off, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
"Hey there…I've been a very bad boy tonight. Want to punish me, Kuchiki-san?"
Ichigo growled angrily, shooting a look in the voice's direction. It was going to be a very long night.
Deciding to take a walk to calm his tempers, he stepped outside, allowing the crisp October air to numb his senses.
Rukia felt her body suddenly stop in place, halfway to the bowl of punch on the other side of the room. What's going on? She thought, willing her legs and arms to move.
Her right arm moved, although not necessarily in the way that she expected, as it reached for the the whip secured at her hip.
Whats going on?
Rukia focused her concentration onto her hands, but it was to no avail as she realised that she had lost complete control of her body.
Is a hollow doing this?
She closed her eyes, but was unable to sense any. Her hands started to brandish the whip, spinning it over her head in a clockwise motion. She felt her face contort into an arrogant grin.
If this isn't a hollow...Am I being possessed?
"Who wants to get punished?" Her voice demanded in a soft hiss. Rukia would have gasped in horror, if it wasn't for the fact that her mouth was no longer in her control.
There was silence...and then...
"Punish me, Kuchiki-san!" Exclaimed Keigo, his brown locks of hair bouncing up and down as he sprinted towards her, obviously in pure bliss.
No...No…No…This can't be happening…Not Keigo!
The unseen force controlling her body seemed to agree.
"You are not yet worthy, Asano-kun. You do not deserve my punishment." She smirked, thrashing the whip once in his direction. "However….You could make yourself worthy."
"I would do anything for my goddess!" Keigo exclaimed, as he ripped off the top half of his pirate costume.
Rukia had the urge to cringe as she noted the dense forest of hair upon his pale chest.
I promise I'll stop watching Chappy marathons for a week if you give up control and make Keigo put his shirt back on.
"Kuchiki-san! What are you doing?" Exclaimed Orihime, who was racing over to Rukia, clad in a large puffy yellow gown. Mizuiro, Tatsuki, Ishida, and Chad soon followed suit, with identical looks of shock upon their face. Her curtain of auburn air swayed as she turned to notice Keigo offering himself to Rukia. "Why is Keigo half naked on the floor?"
"Kuchiki-san!" Trilled Keigo, lying on the floor with his arms outstretched. "Don't leave me waiting!"
I promise to stop watching for a month if you get Keigo's shirt back on, and give me control again.
There was a crack as the whip hit the floor, narrowly missing Keigo's head. A larger crowd of people soon arrived to see the commotion, chattering excitedly.
"Wow, I didn't know she had it in her."
"Maybe I should get Kuchiki-san to punish me sometime-"
"I'd like to see her punish our math teacher for making us do homework."
"I heard she puts this costume on every night just for kicks-"
There was another crack as the whip resounded again, this time narrowly missing Keigo's thighs.
How does a year sound to you?
"Enough! " Her voice snarled raspily. Rukia watched as her legs began to bound over to the nearest table, and vault on top of it. "I am your Halloween Queen! Obey my will!" She proclaimed, her hands thrust into the air. "I have decided that you all have misbehaved, and as a result, shall now be punished! This is my will! And so it shall be obeyed!" Rukia declared, laughing manically as she began cracking the whip in a rather draconian manner.
Hmm…I'm guessing a decade won't cut it either?
Ichigo kneaded his forehead with his fingers, sitting outside on Keigo's front lawn. Blades of grass tickled his ankles, while a soft gust of wind caused his open tattered cloak to gently sway in the breeze. He took a deep breath, attempting to remove himself from his pestering thoughts.
I might as well go back inside. There isn't much point of staying out here.
No! I should stay out here, because going in there would only piss me off.
But, if I go in there, I can prevent anything from happening.
What am I thinking, she doesn't need my protection. This is, after all the same shinigami that can look at a hollow five times her size without flinching. She can handle it.
Unfortunately for Ichigo, his thoughts happened to be rather conflicting.
He wasn't sure, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to completely relax outside while he knew that Rukia was still in there, wearing that...thing. He could only imagine what could have been happening in the party at the exact moment, but somehow, he figured that it would probably involve a long line of drooling boys lusting over Rukia. Now, it was all a matter of deciding what was stronger; His will to prevent that from happening, or his preference to not watch it happen.
CRACK!
Ichigo instinctively rotated at the source of the sound, which was, of course, the Halloween Party. Both relieved for the excuse, and somewhat disgruntled as he pictured the cause, he re-entered the building.
"MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Die you piteous fools!"
CRACK!
"What is this? I said lemonade, not peach juice! Fetch me some more or feel my wrath!"
CRACK!
"Bow to your Queen and revel in her glory!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Someone's getting a little too power-crazed,' Thought Rukia, as her hands flung the whip for the umpteenth time, leaving a distinct black scuff mark on the hardwood floor. Having been possessed for about thirty minutes or so by now, Rukia had come to the conclusion that whoever happened to be controlling her boy was either perverted, deranged, or most likely, both,
"I shall throw your bloodied carcasses into the nearest gorge if you fail to please me!"
He or she also appeared to be a little on the dramatic side as well. The whole ordeal may have been semi-amusing of course, if it wasn't for the fact that it was happening to her. Now, it just seemed to verge more along the lines of extremely frustrating.
"You are my MAN SLAVES!"
Did she forget to mention the frustrating bit?
I wonder how long this is going to continue for. If only there was some way for me to be able to regain control and get this all-
"Rukia! What the hell are you doing?"
--
Her head swiveled to face Ichigo, whose mouth was gaping as he watched her in shock.
I guess I would be pretty surprised too.
"My, my." She purred sultrily, leaping off the table and slinking towards him. "You certainly look rather...worthy." Ichigo's face and ears reddened as she clutched his shoulders, wrapping herself around him.
"You look so tense...Do you need me to loosen you up?"
His blush took on a more vivid hue of scarlet as the gap between them slowly diminished. Rukia wondered why, until she realised that his eyes were closed, and he too, was leaning towards her. Am I about to kiss him? She wondered with embarrassment, watching as the details of Ichigo's face slowly defined. From here, she could count each individual lash on each eye, make out the subtle creases on the sides of his cheeks, notice the little lines on his lips...They really were too close.
If he's leaning towards me as well...does that mean he wants to be kissed?
But Rukia found herself unable to dwell on this manner as her body suddenly stepped backwards, and raced towards Ishida.
"My love! My darling! O, I have waited for too long a night for you to be mine!' She cried, embracing him tightly, tears streaming form her eyes as she clutched his white Quncy outfit. "Let us make so sweet a love that it will make flowers envious!"
Wait...what just happened here?
"Kuchiki-san, I decided not to involve myself with this...new manner that you have seemed to have adopted during this party for my own purposes." He gasped, "This includes making this, 'sweet love' which you describe. Please let go of me now."
"But my darling! I ache for you so! Our love should not to be bound be mere formalities! Come here!" Her hands made a motion of gripping the back of Ishida's head, but was stopped by a much larger, calloused hand, which held hers tightly.
"Rukia, I have no idea what's wrong with you, but obviously something's up, since you obviously wouldn't ever like Ishida." Ichigo asserted, prying her away from the flustered and slightly insulted Quincy. "Let's get you home, I'll find out what's wrong with you."
"What's that supposed to mean, Kurosaki!" Seethed Ishida, staring daggers in Ichigo's direction.
"Exactly what its supposed to mean, Ishida. Rukia doesn't like you in that kind of way." Ichigo avowed, momentarily letting go of Rukia to glare at Ishida.
"So who does she like then, you?" Ishida tossed his sleek black hair. "Why would she want you when she could have a far more refined taste and seek a man with my superior qualities!"
"I don't know who she likes, but it certainly isn't-"
"Hey there handsome..." Rukia crooned, batting her eyelashes at Chad.
"Chad!?" Both men exclaimed, jaws dropped in confusion.
A/N: One chapter to go!
