For the Ichiruki BA FC Drabble Week
Theme: Fairytale
Words: 689
When Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia got married, they hardly got the chance to enjoy the grandeur celebration Kuchiki Byakuya has insisted them to have. No amount of free flowing vintage sakes or imported ('imported' meaning, from the human world) cakes and chocolate fountains can ease them of the anxiety of their forthcoming "honeymoon".
It was Rukia's stubbornness and her Ni-sama's weird 'rules' that have kept them 'pure' all these nine loooooong freakin' years (four years as an official couple, with a one year engagement period). And by the time they have decided to pick on the location of their 'highly anticipated' honeymoon, Ichigo and Rukia both found themselves looking blankly at a messy piece of paper filled with options that has been violently crossed out after a few minutes of arguments (and occasional violence)
"Obviously, we cannot chose Soul Society, there's your weird brother AND Renji who will definitely try to screw things up!" the orange haired man exclaimed, crossing out their 'option number one' in the list.
"..Not to mention Zaraki taicho who will obviously chase you all day – and all night.." Rukia answered thoughtfully.
"..that freak.." mumbled Ichigo, a scowl starting to show on his face.
"Hueco Mundo's too hot… and sandy." Rukia continued, eyeing their limited options, looking over Ichigo's shoulder.
"..and I doubt if we'll have enough energy to fight all the hollows in there." She added, smacking Ichigo's head when she saw an evil glint at the corner of his eyes. "Shut up you pervert! I wasn't thinking about THAT.. yet" she said, crossing her arms across her chest, slightly blushing from what she have just said.
"Fine. Fine, so Hueco Mundo's out. What else do we have?" Ichigo replied, an amused smile gracing the corner of his lips.
"What about Paris? Or Canada? Or Hawaii? those are popular honeymoon destinations!" Rukia gleefully smiled, showing Ichigo various travel brochures.
"And where did you get these?" Ichigo asked suspiciously.
"Errr.. from your dad….?"
"Okay, if you want OUR honeymoon to be broadcasted live at the neighborhood, then maybe we should take HIS suggestions." Ichigo said, challenging Rukia to oppose him.
"FINE! I was just trying to help! You baka!" Rukia responded with a whack on Ichigo's head.
"Aw! Why do you always have to do THAT??" the orange haired man glared at his companion.
"Because its cute and WE still don't have a venue for our honeymoon, plus the fact that you're being annoying!!" the petite woman retorted, unperturbed by the taller guy's annoyance.
"Well, well, well.. what do we have here?? Lover's Quarrel eh?" a beaming blond haired former 12th division captain suddenly emerged from their door, holding his favorite fan.
"How can this small time businessman be of help?"
And so, that is how Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia ended up at Urahara Kisuke's basement, (since it's the only place where people like them can go undetected) staring and the 'honeymoon gift' the old bastard have left them.
"Ichigo, What re these costumes for?" Rukia puzzledly asked her orange haired husband, examining a lacey and shimmering white nightgown.
"Errr.. I--- think that's a fairy costume" Ichigo was able to utter his reply despite the vicious perverted thoughts running inside his mind. "Y-you see Rukia, errr… there's what we call 'role playing'.. and … err."
"Ohhhh.. You mean I can be a fairy.. or.. a princess.. or CHAPPY!!" the raven haired Mrs Kurosaki beamed, her eyes as big as plates – obviously unaware of the torture she is giving his husband.
" gulp y-yes Rukia.. err.. y-you can try all that costumes I guess.." Ichigo replied, droplets of sweat now forming on his orange nape.
"Let's do it!!!"
Meanwhile, just above the 'basement', a grinning Urahara Kisuke signaled a two-thumbs up sign to his dark haired friend.
"Isshin will be ecstatic when he sees this!" Urahara Kisuke said, beaming.
"Kisuke, Just give those kids a break.." Yorichi replied, rolling her eyes.
"How can I leave Soul Society's modern day fairy tale left undocumented?" the former 12th division captain grinned, adjusting the hidden camera through his control.
How was it?