Sonata for the Death and the Strawberry

Atagoki: Thank you, thank you, thank you, everyone! From the first set of reviews I can tell this will hopefully be immensely popular and everyone is enjoying it. Good! I hope I can bring a laugh and smile into your day. Anyway, enough of my sappiness, one with the show!

Chapter 2:

"Ichigoooo! How does this contraption work?" Rukia yelled across the computer lab, smacking her monitor. "It's not reading my fingerprint and there's no headset to give it--"

Ichigo clapped a hand over her mouth. "Urusai, baka! This isn't the Soul Society! Look, all it needs is your password and user ID. Did you ask the office when you 'transferred?'"

"Mmmhphmph." She replied, trying to pull his hand off her mouth.

"What did you say--ew!"

She childishly thought of ways to get him to let go and finally decided to open her mouth and swipe her tongue across his palm. "I said 'I gave it to you.' And keep your hands off my mouth."

He stared at his hand and back at her. "You...licked...my...hand. That's incredibly disgusting. Who only knows where your mouth has been you nasty little bitch. And what do you mean you 'gave it to me?'" Ichigo snapped, wiping his hand on her shoulder.

"I mean, I gave it to you and you put it in your pocket."

"I do not recall this."

-A few months ago-

"Ichigo, the secretary gave me this paper. It's supposed to help me get into the computers at school. Can you keep it for me?"

"Mhm...yeah. Give it here." Ichigo replied, pocketing it.

-Present Day-

"Liar. You just made that up!" He hissed.

She made a face and then elbowed him in the stomach. "Did not!"

"Bailan! Bailan! Ay Dios mio...that's it. Cut! Stop...I SAID STOP NOW!" The instructor yelled. "Dancing is not hard. You imbeciles find a way to make it hard. Especially you two! Yes, I'm am pointing at you. You do nothing and that's it. I'm flunking every last one of you. And you can take this class again. And I will make sure you take ballet."

Her finger was pointing at Ichigo and Rukia and they gave blank looks. Fail? Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!

FAIL?! If I fail...Dad's pretty cool and all about my grades...but fail? He would...make me...shit I've got to pass, Ichigo thought to himself.

"NO! Please don't, Senpai! We'll try! We promise!" A vast majority of the students cried, especially the girls, including Rukia.

The teacher smirked maliciously. "Fine, from the top!"

"Ichigo, what is there to eat?" Rukia yawned, flipping channels with the television remote.

"I dunno. Yuzu and Karin and Dad are at some museum, for who knows what reason and aren't coming back until late. Why, are you hungry?" He replied, flipping the pages of the manga.

Rukia sat up and brought her arm back, launching the remote full speed at his chest. "Baka! Of course I'm hungry. Why else would I ask?"

Ichigo rubbed his chest sorely and placed his manga down. "Sheesh, no need to get violent. Remember what happened last time you did? You almost broke my nose."

"I did not 'almost break it.' You've faced shit worse than that and you act like a baby with a small nosebleed. You are a baby." She said, rising up and standing in front of him. Her hands were on her hips and she bent at the waist, placing her face near his own and Ichigo swore he saw some flecks of lavender in her dark violet eyes.. She grinned mischievously and for the briefest second, Ichigo found himself thinking she looked really cute.

What? NO! Wrong! Baka, that's a horrible thought. Go dunk your head in a barrel of ice water and take a cold shower. Now! Ichigo mentally screamed at himself and stood up, as Rukia stood straight up again and walked around her.

"I'll make you some dinner when I get out of the shower."

"But I'm hungry now--" Rukia whined pitifully.

"I said I'd make you something when I get out of the shower." He repeated irately.

"You bastard, fuck you!" She yelled, then stormed into his room and slammed the door, bolting it.

Ichigo stirred the pot of rice and watched accompanying chicken come to a sizzle in the pan. It wasn't that he couldn't cook; oh no, he was the one who taught Yuzu after their mother died. It was just he chose not to.

He thought he heard Rukia humming to herself as he walked up the stairs with the dinner and knocked on the door. "Hey, Rukia, open the door."

The humming stopped and the hallway was silent.

"Please? I mean, I don't know why you're making a big deal out of it. I was only in the shower for about five mi--"

"You were there for eight." The feminine voice interrupted.

He made a face. "You kept track of how long I was in the shower?"

"Um...I was bored. And hungry."

He sighed irately and knocked on the door again. "Just open the door. I don't know why you're making a big deal out of this--"

"Me? Big deal? Hah! My ass."

Ichigo bit his lip. He really didn't want to do this. Really. Really. REALLY didn't. He swallowed his pride and gulped, then inhaled. "Rukia, I'm sorry. I made you dinner. Will you please open the door and if you're still hungry I'll go make you more. All right?"

Silence.

He thought he heard the small footsteps of Rukia make their way to the door and the clicking of the door's lock followed, preceding the sound of the door creaking open.

Her large violet eyes and face peeked around the crack the door made partly open and gazed into his. "Say it again."

"Nande?"

"I said, say it again or I won't open the door."

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Look at me." She instructed.

"Fine. Rukia, I'm apologize. I made you dinner. Will you please open the door and if you are still hungry I shall march downstairs and cook you some more dinner. All right?"

Her lips formed a line and looked like she was deep in contemplation. She swung the door open and allowed him entry, then snatched the food and hopped on the bed, carefully trying the food.

"Rukia, it's not poison."

"I know, but you said you cooked it. I'm just worried. Yuzu, I don't worry about because she's a good cook--"

He rolled his eyes and grabbed a utensil, grabbing a piece of chicken from the plate. "And who the hell did you think taught her to cook? Dad?"

"Oh. So ka. Well, at least it's edible."

"Edible? This is purely delicious!"

She smirked again, and sipped some of the water from the glass, then giggled. "I was only kidding, Ichigo."

He took the glass and wiped where her lips had been, to which she rolled her eyes, and took a drink of the water. "Ha ha, you're a laughing riot. Now, let me have some."

"No, this is mine!"

"Rukia!"

"Fine...here you go, two pieces--"

He cut her off immediately. "I thought you didn't like it."

"Well, I lied."

"You're unbelievable."

Rukia took another sip of water. "Urusai!"

"Baka."

"Bastard."

Atagoki: Ahhhh. The plot bunnies are killing me. I don't know how much longer I can do this. Although I do love writing this story and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

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