Posted 11-03-10, Edited 12-21-12
There will only be one more after this, Baggers Night.
I hope you find this one cute, I like to think it is.
A (Halloween) Candy Contest
Chapter Two
Tuesday, October 26th 2010
"You do realize you have to dress up, don't you?"
Ulquiorra looked up to see Grimmjow standing over his desk during the school day break. The blue haired idiot had his arms folded across his chest.
"Excuse me?" Ulquiorra asked, not understanding Grimmjow's comment.
"Dress up? A Costume?..." -no response- "On Halloween. You have to wear one too." Grimmjow said, miffed.
"And why? I am not the one who agreed to this."
"So you're not taking part?"
"Nope."
"Yes, you are."
Ulquiorra looked up at him again, daring the boy to repeat his statement.
"I'm not giving you a choice in the matter. We are already one short compared to their two groups," Grimmjow continued. "Losing another man would bring us two short."
"That is not my problem."
"You're coming with us and you're going to help us win. You wouldn't want to be shown up by the 'Trash', would you?"
Ulquiorra's eye twitched. What Grim said was true, even if it was Grim who said it.
"What are you going to be Ulqui?"
The dark haired boy's eyes shifted to the right to see the familiar green haired Nel staring anxiously at him. When Ulquiorra did not respond Nel continued.
"I'm going to be Tinker Bell! I have her wings and Everything!" Nel said, spinning in a circle.
"Watch it, Nel," Harribel said, stepping out of range of Nel's swinging arms.
"Oh, Harbel!" Nel greeted, Ulquiorra watched as Harribel's eyes narrowed in response to the girls nickname for her. "What are you going to be? I'm going to be Tinker Bell! I have her wings and Everything!" Nel shouted again.
Harribel simply nodded, saying, "I have not decided yet."
"Ah, but that's no fun, you got to pick quickly, you're running out of time." Nel exclaimed. "Lilynette! What are you going to be!"
Nel ran to the doorway where Lilynette and Starrk had just walked in.
"Me? I'm going to be a Fairy Princess!" Lilynette said, seeming quite proud of her choice.
Ulquiorra dropped his head back to the book that he had been reading prior to Grimmjows interruption.
"Cool! And what about you Starrk?" Ulquiorra heard Nel asking.
"I don't know," came Starrks reply lazily.
"Well you better all come up with something! I don't care if you come as a ghost with a sheet over your head!" Grimmjow hollered. "We are not losing because you all didn't get costumes!"
"GRIMMJOW." A low rumbling roar came from the front of the classroom.
Looking up Ulquiorra saw the feared red eyes of their teacher staring at Grimmjow from beneath thick gray eyebrows. Yamamoto-sama sat at his desk at the front of the class but the Espada knew all too well how quickly he could appear before them.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll keep it quiet." Grimmjow mumbled, annoyed but clearly following their teachers order.
Ulquiorra heard Nel and Lilynette stifling giggles behind their hands.
"And what are you going to be, Grimmjow?" Nel asked.
Grimmjow's face reddened just a bit.
"A blue cat," Ulquiorra replied drily.
"What!" the two girls gasped, giggling.
"Am not! I'm going to be a panther and you know it!" Grimmjow protested.
"That's what I said. A blue cat," Ulquiorra repeated, emphasizing the 't' on cat.
-4-
"I love the fall, it's so pretty with the trees changing color and falling to the ground." Orihime's voice floated over the rooftop from where she, Tatsuki and Ururu sat looking out over the schoolyard below.
Ichigo drew his attention back to his friends. They had just finished discussion their route for baggers night, adding a few more housed on their way to the school.
"What about doubling back in different costumes to hit some of the good houses again?" Keigo was suggesting, his eyes bugging out.
"That's like cheating, and then we'd be no better than the Espada," Uryu scorned.
"But the houses would give us the candy willingly, we wouldn't be stealing it," Keigo countered.
"That's lying, which is a step away from stealing. I won't do that," Uryu bit.
"Neither will I," Chad murmured.
"You two are just big babies," Keigo sulked, glaring between the two. Mizuro laughed quietly at the boy's clear disappointment.
"But then how are we going to insure we win? Do you really want to play it goody-two-shoes like the Shinigami? Surely even they will not play fair. It was their idea after all."
"Yeah, I know."
"Then what?"
"I'm still thinking." Ichigo mumbled, glaring at the rice ball he held in his hand as if it held the answer he was looking for.
"Well, while Ichigo is thinking, we got to make sure our costumes are real good. The better the costumes the better the candy load." Uryu was saying, "Now I've seen Chad's and its good, what about yours Keigo? Got all the pieces together?"
"Yeah! Okay, for my pirate costume I got this really ratty wig with dreadlock and beads, and this awesome hat, really cool! And I got nasty grimy face paint that's disgusting, and some yellowing fake teeth with a few missing!" Keigo explained, attempting to explain through hand gestures, it wasn't working.
"And the clothing?" Uryu prompted.
"Ah… right, well I found an old ripped up trench coat in our attic and some nice torn-and-holey brown pants. So I can wear some old black clothes and it should be good," Keigo continued explaining.
"Good, bring them tomorrow and I'll touch them up for you," Uryu ordered.
"Ah, do you have to?" Keigo complained.
"Just bring them. You'll thank me," Uryu replied. "What about you Mizuro?"
"I got my costume online, Darth Vader, talking mask and all," Mizuro said happily.
"Okay, that should be good enough, but bring it anyway and I'll take a quick look at it too."
"Sure."
"Good. I've got mine all figured out, and what about you Ichigo?" Uryu asked, turning to the orange haired boy.
The four of them all watched waiting for Ichigo to reply but the boy stared unblinking at his rice ball.
"O…kay… then, we'll ask you later…" Uryu said after a few minutes of silence.
"Come on guys!"
The boys turned to see the three girls standing near the door of the stairs.
"The bell is going to sound any second," Tatsuki was shouting from the top step. Upon her words the first warning bell rang out and the girls disappeared down the stairwell.
"Well, guess we'll figure it out at a later time," Uryu said, climbing to his feet.
"Do you always have to talk so… I don't know…." Keigo started, his face twisted in annoyance.
"Well brought up?" Uryu supplied, "Unlike some of us?" His eyebrow twitched while watching his classmate.
"No, no, like 'grown up' but snotty about it or ah…. I don't know but you always talk like it," Keigo said, heading down the stairs.
"Well that makes a lot of sense," Uryu mumbled as they all headed down. Pausing Uryu turned to see Ichigo still sitting staring at his rice ball. "Hey, Ichigo!" he shouted.
The orange haired boy jumped, confusion written all over his face, "Where'd everybody…"
"Ichigo! The bell rang!" Uryu called again, catching the boys' attention before continuing down the steps.
"Well why didn't you tell me sooner!"
-4-
"Why did nii-kun tell you to get us into this contest!" Rukia growled for the hundredth time to Renji who sat with his back to a tree during the class break.
"I told you already, I don't know," Renji said for the thousandth time.
"I don't believe you! Now tell me the truth," Rukia growled, kicking Renji in the shin.
"Ahhh! What did you do that for?" Renji shouted, grabbing the injured limb.
"Tell me!"
"I don't know why! Now why don't you just go ask your brother if you want the answer, cuz kicking me won't get you anywhere," Renji said rubbing his shin.
"Ah, Idiot!" the black haired girl growled as she stomped away, continuing to mumble under her breath.
"Idiot, doesn't know anything…"
"Why I put up with him, I don't…"
"I mean, honestly, doesn't he know anyth…"
"You okay there Rukia-san?"
Rukia turned to see Retsu standing with Shaolin Fon, who preferred people calling her Soifon, and Toshiru just inside the school building.
"Huh? Wha?"
"Are you okay?" Retsu repeated looking concerned.
"Oh! Oh I'm fine, sorry, just thinking out loud," Rukia replied, placing a smile on her face. "What are you guys up to?"
"Just waiting for class to start again," Toshiru said with boredom.
"Oh, yeah, shouldn't it be soon?"
"Yes," Retsu murmured glancing at the clock on the wall. "So," she turned back to Rukia, "What are you planning to be for Halloween night?"
"Oh, I'm going to be a witch, pointy had and all," Rukia said happily. "And you three?"
"A nurse," Retsu replied softly.
"Dragon," Toshiru droned. Rukia blinked. "It was Momo's idea, I'm just going along with it, less for me to do."
Rukia nodded, "And you Soifon-san?"
The ninja-like girls' eyes narrowed and Rukia began to wish she hadn't asked.
Finally Soifon broke eye contact by closing her eyes. "The details are still being worked out."
Rukia blinked, waiting for more information than never came.
"Okay, um, is anyone else decided?" Rukia asked awkwardly.
"Jushiru-san is going to be a character from an anime called 'Snipe' but that's all I know." Retsu replied.
"Oh, yeah I think I've seen that once, wonder who he is going to be…" Rukia said.
"Momo has to go as a Maji era Lady of the House," Toshiru explained, "Her parents decision," he said, an unhappy tone to his voice.
"That's too bad," Rukia murmured, knowing how the girl felt. Her own parents were quite proud of the Kuchiki family's honored name; obsessed Rukia liked to think. Being told what to dress up as because of your name was pushing it too for in Rukia's opinion.
Just then the bell rang.
"And back to class," Toshiru murmured pushing away from the wall he leaned against.
The four of them made their way back through the halls of the school, going along with the flow of the other students. Not too far from their class room Rukia found herself separated from her friends.
"Where'd they go?" Rukia glanced around; realizing the flow of students had taken her down the wrong hallway. "Well that's just great," she growled turning around and heading against the flow. She pushed her way through the crowd; most students complaining as she bumped past them.
"Ah!"
Out of nowhere a tallish figure had stepped in her path and Rukia found herself running straight into his back.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Rukia yelled rubbing her soar nose.
The boy turned around, searching for the source of the voice.
"Oh, it's you," Ichigo Kurosaki groaned. "You say something?"
"I said, watch where you're going! You stepped right in front of me!"
"Why don't you watch where you're going, you're the one who ran into me," Ichigo replied.
"Why I outta!" Rukia growled aiming a punch for his face.
Ichigo caught the fist easily, a grin spreading over his face.
"Better watch out, you could get hurt doing something like that." Ichigo still had hold of Rukia's fist.
"Let go of me!"
"You're the one who tried to punch me, Midget, I'm just insuring my safety."
"Ahh!" Rukia aimed her other fist for his face.
"Not so fast," Ichigo said, catching the second fist in his other hand. Rukia growled as she struggled to get out of the boy's grip.
By now most of the hallway was void of other students, having returned to class.
"Come on now, the bell is going to ring and we will be late for class. Yamamoto-sama won't like that." Ichigo reasoned, not letting go of the girl.
"It will be your fault." Rukia hissed. She stepped back and a split second later her leg connected with Ichigo's side. Caught off-guard the boy crumpled to the side but managed to stay on his feet.
"That was underhanded," he groaned, losing his grip on one of Rukia's fists. The freed fist pulled back and shot forward in a second attempt. Thinking she'd pulled it off without Ichigo catching her hand again, Rukia put all her weight, which wasn't much, behind the punch. However, Ichigo ducked to the left and the girl's fist shot over his shoulder.
Rukia was unable to stop her forward motion now and found herself falling forward when her fist never collided with anything.
With a coupled shout and groan the two classmates found themselves on the floor, Ichigo underneath Rukia.
"Ouch, now what did you do that for," Ichigo moaned.
"Me! It was you, Idiot, if you hadn't moved I wouldn't have fallen!"
"So you would have let yourself be punched!"
"No, but you should have!" Rukia replied, aiming a slap at Ichigo's face.
Having taken her weight off her hand, being it was the only hand that supported her, instead of hitting the boy she found herself falling more fully onto him, successfully knocking the breath out of him. And that was not the worst of the incident. Rukia and Ichigo found themselves, eye to eye with each other, their lips pressed firmly together.
The two stared at the other, eyes growing wider with each passing second until Rukia regained the ability to move and swiftly pushed herself off the Ichigo.
Ichigo sat up, his eyes still bugging, staring at the girl before him.
"I am going to kill you for that!" Rukia growled, but her voice did not hold the anger and contempt she had hoped it would.
Before either could say anything more the class bell rang, signaling the start of the next class period.
"Crap!" Rukia said, scrambling to her feet. Ichigo was not far behind her as the two ran down the hallway toward their classroom.
"This is all your fault!" Rukia yelled at him.
"Yeah right," was the boy's reply.
"We don't speak one word of what just happened to anyone! You got that!" Rukia hissed at him, their classroom door now in sight.
"Agreed," Ichigo replied, his voice quiet, Rukia noticed this.
"Not one word," she said, stopping to face the boy. Ichigo stared back at her, his face unreadable. "Nothing has happened." She said.
"Fine," Ichigo said, his voice still quiet. The two stared at each other for a few moments, Rukia willing Ichigo to agree that nothing had happened. When the boy said no more she growled again and turned to their classroom door, pushing it open and walking in.
"Kuchiki, Kurosaki, you're late," Yamamoto-sama rumbled from the front of the class.
"I'm sorry, Yamamoto-sama, it won't happen again," Rukia said quietly.
"Make sure of that, and both of you will stay after school and clean the classroom," their sensei stated.
"Yes sir," they murmured. The two walked back to their seats avoiding all eye contact. Rukia's expression grave as she sat down, Ichigo's unreadable as he returned to his seat, rubbing his side.
-4-
Orihime could hear Uryu questioning Ichigo about his costume after school. Now that the boy had to stay late they would not be able to discuss baggers night further.
"Hey, sorry Orihime but I got karate class now, you'll be ok with walking home alone or do you want to come to class with me?" Tatsuki asked, walking with Orihime out of the classroom.
"I'd love to come but I got so much homework, I need to get home and get started on it," Orihime replied.
"What? But we don't have anything due for two days!" Tatsuki cried.
"But we'll just get more tomorrow and I don't want to get behind," the red head explained.
"Right, you and your 4.0," Tatsuki said laughing.
"Well you have a good class Tatsuki, I'll see you later!" Orihime called as Tatsuki took off down the halls.
So Orihime headed out into the school yard by herself. Most of the trees had turned orange and red by now and the ground was covered in a fresh layer of fallen leaves. Yep, fall was defiantly a very beautiful season Orihime summed, kicking up the leaves as she walked. It kicked off the start of a new school year, it was the slow lead up to Christmas, one of her fav holidays, and it had the perfect temperature for outside activities.
"Hmm, I could stop by the park on the way home, the swings might be empty," Orihime commented to the blue sky above.
Orihime watched the fluffy white clouds floating by above her head. She walked down the familiar road home, not needing to watch all too carefully where she was going; she'd walked this way home for two years now.
The weather was brisk, but not enough to warrant putting her coat on so it hung over her book bag.
"And it's the only season with two names: Fall and Autumn. Winter only gets Winter; Spring gets Spring; and Summer gets Summer," Orihime exclaimed to the sky. "That makes it special!"
This sent Orihime deep in thought, surly the other seasons had other names as well. Why was Fall the only season with two names? Maybe other countries have more than one name for the other seasons? "Wonder what they are?"
Suddenly Orihime heard the scream of a car horn. Turning to the right Orihime watched as a large truck came hurdling towards her. Her eyes grew round. When had she walked into the street?
Before she could move Orihime felt a hand on the back of her shirt yanking her back. Her feet lost their stability and she stumbled. She was pulled back onto the curb right as the truck raced passed, horn still blaring and its driver shouting out the window.
The hold on her shirt steadied her before disappearing. Orihime blinked at the empty street in front of her, her brain not quite finished processing what just happened.
Moments later she swiftly turned around and was met with familiar shocking green eyes and a blank expression.
"U-Ulquiorra!" she cried, stepping back from him. His hand shot out and this time grabbed the front of her shirt, pulling her back yet again. She felt the wind of a car pass behind her and the blare of another angry horn.
Ulquiorra's eye twitched. "Woman, quit stepping into the street."
Orihime blinked at the boy in front of her, her face slowly turning red.
"Woman," Ulquiorra warned.
"I'm not a woman you know," she finally blurted out.
This statement seemed to confuse Ulquiorra, Orihime continued.
"You only ever call me 'Woman', but I'm not a woman yet, we're only ten." Orihime tried to explain, her face growing warmer by the second.
"Fine then," Ulquiorra stated, Orihime could detect no emotion in his voice. "Little Girl."
Now this made Orihime frown, that wasn't much better than 'Woman'.
"Stay out of the street." And with that, Ulquiorra headed down the road in the direction of home.
"Hey," she called, not knowing why she called to him. "Hey wait up!" Why was she calling out to him? Hadn't he scared her since the moment their eyes first meet over a year ago?
Orihime ran to catch up with the black haired boy and fell into step beside him. He didn't even glance at her. Orihime frowned.
"Why did you do that?" she asked.
"Did you want to be hit by the truck?" Ulquiorra asked.
"Well no, but why did you save me?"
Moments passed before the boy replied, "I was there."
Orihime waited for him to continue speaking, but he never did.
"Well that's a great explanation," she muttered under her breath. She glared in the direction the two were heading rather than at the boy who made her glare. She didn't realize he saw this glare and was resisting a smile from coming to his lips.
They walked silently onward, drawing nearer and nearer to their homes yet when they came across the gate to Ulquiorra's home he did not turn in. Instead the boy continued on with her.
"Aren't you going home?" Orihime finally asked at the end of the block.
To this Ulquiorra gave no answer but asked a question of his own. "Why is your friend not with you?"
"Tatsuki? She has karate class." Orihime answered surprised.
Ulquiorra nodded and continued to walk by her side.
Orihime was dumbfounded. Surly this boy whom she had been afraid of deserved to be feared but walking beside him she could not find any reason to fear him now. She was sure she had reasons to fear him before but none were coming to mind. He just kept walking with her, never looking at her. He only spoke when Orihime asked a question; never starting a conversation on his own. Where had the scary Cifer gone to?
"Where are you going?"
Orihime was pulled out of her thoughts by the boy who consumed them.
"What?" She asked, dumbfounded yet again.
"Your home is that way," the boy said, pointing farther down the street Orihime had just turned off of.
Orihime tried to ignore the fact the Ulquiorra knew where she lived, that thought was creepy.
"I was going to play in the park before going home," Orihime said, after realizing she had turned into the park.
Ulquiorra seemed to be displeased by this; however, he glanced once more in the direction of her home before turned into the park with her.
Orihime couldn't hold in her question any longer.
"Why are you doing this?" she shouted. Having never meant to shout the question she slapped her hand over her mouth, adamantly apologized for shouting.
"Little Girl," Ulquiorra warned again.
"Sorry!" she said, shutting up.
Ulquiorra's eye twitched just a bit before he turned toward the playground area.
"If you could prove you won't get yourself killed I would leave. However, you have not been able to do this so far," he explained in his bored voice.
Orihime trailed behind him, her eyes on the back of his head. His statement had not been what she had expected. She had never seen him as the protecting type. That was more how she viewed Ichigo or perhaps Byakuya to Rukia. But never Ulquiorra.
He walked in front of her, one hand in his pocket the other holding the strap of his book bag. She could watch as his hair swayed slightly with each step. He was very elegant in a way, for a ten-year-old. And Orihime could not remember him ever acting out in class, or out of class. He always stayed silent.
Ulquiorra stopped and Orihime did as well, they had passed through the meadow that lay between the entrance to the park and the playground. Standing at its boundary Ulquiorra spoke again.
"What were you going to play on?" he asked.
"Um…well…I was going to swing…?" Orihime replied, phrasing her statement more like a question.
The boy nodded and headed in that direction. He placed his book bag beside the swing post and leaned against it, staring off into the distance.
Orihime set her stuff down to and climbed into one of the swings. This isn't quite what I meant. She thought to herself, pushing off the ground. It would be easier if he would swing too…
She swung slowly for a little bit before slowing to a stop. "It would be more fun if you would swing too. I feel like I'm keeping you waiting." She replied to his questioning look, or what she thought was questioning.
The boy sighed (this caused Orihime's eyes to widen) and stepped forward, sitting down on the swing beside her. His pace was slow and he barely pushed off the ground but it made Orihime feel better about swinging.
She pushed off hard, pumping her legs and gaining height with every pass. The cold air sliced across her face but she kept going, higher and higher. At one point she though she heard Ulquiorra scold her again but she was moving too fast to make out all his words. As she reached the highest she dared go she released herself from the swing and felt herself flying forward. She was sure now that she heard Ulquiorra's shout as she landed some ten feet in front of the swing-set.
She regained her balance in moments and turned with a huge smile on her face to see that Ulquiorra was out of his swing and half way to her. He stopped when she turned but his scowl was somewhat noticeable.
"I just love doing that!" Orihime explained. Ulquiorra's expression darkened or she thought she saw it darken; he turned back to the swing and sat down this time not even attempting to swing. His eyes remained closed, even after she had returned and begun to swing again.
"You will not do that again," she heard him say. She had been trying to ignore her thoughts that she had upset him but this statement made that impossible.
She slowed to a speed where she could talk freely.
"I didn't mean to scare you," she murmured, knowing he could hear her. He said nothing; all he did was rock back and forth, though Orihime could see that he had at least opened his eyes.
They stayed swinging for nearly half an hour before Orihime slowed to a stop and stood up.
"Well, I guess I should get going, I want to start on the homework," she explained.
Ulquiorra nodded and rose with her. They recovered their book bags and headed back out of the park through the meadow. Orihime felt a little awkward walking with the boy alone in the secluded park but she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it's just the meadow…
When they left the park her feelings vanished and she was able to walk comfortably beside him, a feat she thought she'd never do.
They arrived at her home moments later and she turned into the lot.
"I guess I should thank you for saving me today, twice," she said staring at her feet. When he said nothing, she chanced looking up at him.
His gaze was on her house but turning to her the same time she looked to him. He nodded, again, not breaking the eye contact.
"Be more careful next time," he replied, turning in the direction of his home. "I will see you tomorrow."
This caused Orihime to blink in surprise. It wasn't until he was some feet down the sidewalk that she regained her voice, "See you tomorrow, Ulquiorra!" A smile lit up her face. The boy wasn't so scary at all. Actually he wasn't scary at all. Why was I so afraid? She asked herself, but she couldn't come up with a why. She watched his figure disappear down a street and out of sight.
Turning, still smiling, she raced to her front door.
-4-
Tatsuki wiped the sweat from her face. Her class had just ended and it was time to pack up. She could hear the other students moving around, talking with their friends and greeting their parents.
She was in the highest level for her age group and there weren't many others in the group. Most were from other schools but one or two were from her own school. Still, none of them were really that close of friends to her. Ichigo had been in the class until his mom had died. He still spared with her from time to time but he didn't come to class.
She huffed a sigh as she stretched down, feeling her muscles relaxing. Today had been a good hard practice. The next level entry test was coming up soon and their sensei was pushing them all hard.
"Man, I just hope I pass, I don't want to get left behind."
Tatsuki turned to see Sakura, a student from Northern Karakura Elementary. "Yeah, I know what you mean," Tatsuki said.
"But you don't have anything to worry about! You're the best in the class, Tatsuki!" Sakura replied shocked.
"No I'm not; there are plenty of kids better than me."
"In our age group? And if by plenty you mean Abarai, I might give it to you, but I still think you're better." Sakura countered, giving Tatsuki a playful punch in the shoulder.
"Yeah right, there are always areas we need to improve in. I'll beat Abarai one day soon." Tatsuki vowed, not liking to be shown up by that Shinigami.
Today she and Abarai had fought three times, once was a draw but the other two he had won.
"I'll beat him one day," Tatsuki vowed again remembering her recent defeats.
"Something tells me that's not going to happen too soon," came a laughing voice.
Tatsuki turned to see the boy in question standing nearby, his gym bag in hand.
"What makes you think that, Abarai! You're not invincible ya know!" Tatsuki snapped. Getting up from the ground she walked up to the red-headed boy.
"Oh, now I'm scared, you can glare like no one else I know," Abarai said sarcastically.
Tatsuki's hand clenched in a fist and before she could stop she went at him with all she had.
Sakura quickly moved out of the way stopping beside a white-blond girl from Tatsuki's own school.
"Those two fight like I've never seen two fight before," Sakura said to Ino.
"You haven't met Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki, compared to them, this is tame," Ino replied. The two shouting kids still raged on.
-4-
Tatsuki had got one good punch in before their sensei had stopped the fight and then he had lectured the two of them for nearly an hour. It hadn't been the first fight the two had had outside the ring but each and every time Tatsuki threw a punch she had regretted it not an hour later. She was not that great at keeping her temper around the boy and she hated that. Keeping a cool head was key to fighting, yet no matter what she tried to do or how hard she tried to ignore him she always ended up losing the battle.
She was headed back through the deserted school, having gone straight to the dojo she hadn't grabbed the text book needed for her homework. It being on the way she had stopped by and turned in.
The school was still open, the drama club met at night so they kept it unlocked until they were done. A little known fact Tatsuki had taken advantage of quite often. After all, who wanted to haul a fifty pound bag the mile to the dojo and back?
As she approached her classroom she could hear voices coming from it. Confused she slowed down. The voices drifted to her through the air.
"What did I tell you about that? You're doing it all wrong!" Rukia's voice came.
"How am I doing it wrong? There is no right way to clean a whiteboard!" Ichigo's voice followed next.
Tatsuki stifled a laugh. That's right, they have to clean the classroom, she remembered. She could just bet that the two of them had been fighting over everything that got cleaned. Ino was right, she and Abarai were bad but these two were worse.
"Give me that! You're doing it all wrong!" Rukia yelled.
"Fine." Ichigo replied. Silence fell for a while, Tatsuki staying where she was, "Give me that, you can't even reach the top, Midget!" Ichigo said moments later.
"Don't call me Midget!" Rukia yelled. It seemed that's all she ever did.
Tatsuki heard Ichigo grunt, Rukia must have hit he poor boy. "What did you do that for?"
"I said, Don't Call Me Midget!"
"So you punch me! Didn't you learn your lesson during the break! Or do you want a repeat!"
"I told you to never talk about that to anyone!"
"I didn't think you had included yourself in that count!"
"You didn't think!"
"Ouch! Quit hitting me Midget!"
"Idiot!"
Tatsuki waited outside the door waiting for the two to quit fighting. Though she didn't understand the flow of the conversation, she was pretty sure she shouldn't be overhearing it. Whatever had happened Rukia was very unhappy about.
The yelling continued on.
Finally, after an eternity of waiting Tatsuki, saw their teacher heading toward the classroom. She ducked into a doorway and waited.
"All right you two, you may leave for now, you will stay and clean again tomorrow until you can learn to get along." Yamamoto-sama said.
Tatsuki could hear Rukia groan.
Moments later the two came hurrying down the hall, their argument starting up again. Tatsuki waited until they were far enough away before stepping out of the darkened doorway.
"Hu, that was weird," Tatsuki mumbled, heading for her classroom door, "Those two are acting stranger than usual."
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