I Promise You
Chapter 2
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"Eh, Rukia-chan! Rukia snap out of it!" demanded a worried feminine voice.
Rukia shook her head and blinked a couple of times, her eyes finally focusing on the orange-haired girl in front of her.
"O-Orihime?" asked a confused Rukia.
"Come on Rukia, we don't want to be late for work!" Orihime said as she dragged her friend out of the limo they were riding in.
Ughhh, I've been thinking about that memory more often now, what's wrong with me? thought Rukia.
Orihime and Rukia walked into a large building known as the Kuchiki Enterprise. Rukia had worked her way up and was currently holding the position as assistant manager on the 14th floor. Orihime was a coworker of Rukia.
They hurriedly ran to the elevator, which almost closed on them, and Orihime punched in the numbers to their floor. The elevator music was an instrumental version of Halo. The side walls of the elevator were striped brown and tan and the back wall was a mirror. The floor consisted of tan tiles and the elevator buttons glowed yellow.
"Rukia-chan?" asked Orihime with worried eyes.
"Yes, Orihime?" Rukia answered.
"Are you alright? Lately you've been out of it," stated Orihime.
"Of course I'm alright! I'm just tired," replied Rukia, giving Orihime her famous Kuchiki smile.
Orihime smiled back and then the elevators opened.
"Come on," Rukia said as both girls stepped out of the elevator.
"See you at lunch!" Orihime called before heading towards her cubicle.
"Okay, bye!" replied Rukia, waving at her friend.
Rukia quickly took out her Blackberry to checkout today's schedule.
"Yes! No meetings today! Let's see, I'll just file those re-" Rukia began.
"Rukia!"
Rukia found herself in a bear hug and was being swung from side to side.
"Ran-giku, I...can't...breathe!" Rukia managed to squeak out.
"Oh, sorry!" apologized Rangiku as she pulled away. "I keep forgetting...But anyways, guess what!"
Rukia took a second to take deep breaths before saying, "What?"
"My husband is coming to back home from work, isn't that just great?" Rangiku asked.
Rangiku and her husband had been separated due to their jobs. One would be on one side of Japan and the other would be elsewhere. They were always happy when they got placed in the same area.
"It is! That's good for you," agreed Rukia as she continued on her way to her office.
"I have more good news!" continued Rangiku with a wide smile.
"Okay, and the good news is?" asked Rukia, turning to face one of her best friends.
"I'm having a party to celebrate and you must come!" gushed Rangiku.
"Well, sure, I'll come-" Rukia was cut off when she felt arms encircle her waist from behind.
"Hello Rukia," greeted a deep voice.
Rangiku winked at Rukia, "I'll leave you two alone."
Rukia smiled gratefully before turning around in the arms that encircled her waist.
"Hey Carrot-top," Rukia greeted back.
"Eh? Are you still going to call me that? Even after we've become an item?" asked Ichigo.
"Of course my little Carrot-top!" Rukia said in a sweet voice. She tip-toed and ruffled Ichigo's hair. "Okay now, don't you have some work to attend to?"
Ichigo put a hand behind his head. "Well yeah I do," he turned to look Rukia in the eyes, "but I'd rather spend my time with you."
Rukia smiled, "I would too, but you better get to work Mr. Mananger!" She stuck out her tongue at him in a playful way before entering her office.
Before her door shut, she heard, "Oi, Rukia!"
"Hitsugaya-san, we're about to land," reminded a female voice.
Toshiro looked at his secretary, Momo Hinamori. "Thanks, I hope this business trip isn't asking too much of you."
"No, it's fine, I'm actually honored that you wanted me to come along," Hinamori said while waving her hands in a "no" motion.
Toshiro looked back out the window. The clouds lazily flowed by, and it looked like a sunny day in a snowy wonderland. His eyes were half shut, deep in thought.
Rukia, will I see you again? Will you want to see me again? I want to see you again.
"Grilled chicken," murmured Hinamori.
"Grilled chicken? Hinamori-san?" Toshiro asked with a confused look.
Hinamori's eyes widened and she turned to Toshiro. "Oh, sorry, I just suddenly thought about grilled chicken."
Toshiro gave a small smile, shaking his head.
"Please all passengers are to remain seated with their seatbelts on, for the plane is about to begin its descent. All purses and small bags should be placed under the chair in front of you. Thank you for flying with Kisuke Airlines," announced the flight attendant.
Hinamori tapped his hand, "You better get ready." She leaned closer to Toshiro's ear, "I'm sure some of your fan clubs are waiting for your arrival."
Toshiro groaned, "Don't remind me."
The pair stepped out of the plane and walked into the airport.
"Ne, Hitsugaya-san, where's Ichimaru-san?" Hinamori asked.
As if on cue, Gin came up from behind and greeted, "How's teh lovely couple?"
Hinamori scowled, "For the last time, we are not a couple!"
"What Hinamori said," agreed Toshiro.
They both glared at Gin who just shrugged and continued to walk towards the "Pick up Baggage," area.
"SHIRO-CHAN!"
"TOSHIRO-KUN!"
"HITSUGAYA-SAMA!"
Toshiro cringed at the high-pitched voices. He looked over his shoulder to see a swarm of girls heading his way.
Damn it, how did they know I was here? Toshiro thought with a frown.
Hinamori quickly took action, "Ichimaru-san get the luggage, I'll try my best to distract these girls."
"Right, right," replied Gin before taking off.
"Ne, Hitsugaya-san, go get the car okay," Hinamori said before stepping in front of Toshiro.
"Yeah sure," Toshiro replied and quickly left with his hand in his pocket.
"STOP!" demanded Hinamori.
Toshiro's fan club stopped a few feet away from Hinamori.
A girl with long red hair, who looked to be the leader, asked, "Where is our Shiro-chan?"
"Yeah, where did he go?"
"Where is he?"
Hinamori sighed, These girls must be blind or something is wrong with their brains, did they not just see him leave?
"Please leave Hitsugaya-san alone, he does not wish to see you," Hinamori replied calmly.
"What leave so that you can have him all to yourself? No way you slut, you're no good for him!" sneered the red head. The rest of the girls sneered in agreement.
Suddenly Hinamori felt someone grab her arm and she was whisked away before she could make a retort.
"Good job, Hinamori-san," complimented Gin as they both raced to where they saw Toshiro with the car.
"Thanks, but Hitsugaya-san's fan club is very rude," pouted Hinamori.
The two ran through the busy parking lot and received many honks from impatient and surprised people. Their footsteps blended in with the chattering of people and engines of the cars.
"Ha, just wait 'til you two become a couple, you'll experience worse!" warned Gin.
"Funny thought, Ichimaru-san," Hinamori commented as she glared at him, "but we'll never become a couple, and besides, don't you want to know one of the real reasons Hitsugaya-san wanted to come here?"
Gin nodded his head as sweat began to form at his temples.
"He wanted to see his first love again and attempt to make amends," Hinamori said.
"You two hurry up!" yelled Toshiro.
"We are-" started Gin.
"LOOK GIRLS, THERE HE IS!"
"SHIRO-CHAN!"
Hinamori looked back and saw Toshiro's fan club tailing them. I guess they're not that dumb after all.
Gin threw their luggage in the trunk before jumping into the backseat. Hinamori had already claimed the front seat and Toshiro was in the driver's seat.
"Hit the gas!" yelled Gin.
Toshiro quickly drove off with the sound of wailing fan girls fading behind them.
"Remind me, how did you managed to get a, or should I say, MILLIONS of fan clubs again?" sighed Hinamori as she leaned her hair against the window.
Rukia had just come back from lunch with Orihime, and was now finishing up the last of the reports for the day.
There were three knocks on her office door. "Oi, Rukia can I come in?"
"Can you?" Rukia taunted.
"Grrr, may I come in?" Ichigo asked.
"Now you can," giggled Rukia.
Ichigo walked in with a goofy grin on his face. "Did you hear about Rangiku's party?"
"Yes, are you going to come with me?" Rukia inquired.
"You already know my answer, and where would I be without my little midget?" Ichigo teased.
"Hey!" Rukia pouted.
Ichigo walked out of Rukia's office saying, "It's fair and you know it!"
Just as Ichigo left, Rangiku barged in.
"Rukia! Gin just texted me and said that he's on his way to our house!" squealed Rangiku.
"Cool, hey Rangiku, when's your party anyway?" asked Rukia.
"Tomorrow at 7:00PM sharp, don't be late, 'kay?" Rangiku sang as she left Rukia's office.
Rukia smiled to herself. At least Rangiku had decided to plan her party on Saturday. That was a reasonable time.
She looked back down at her desk and quickly signed her name on the report. Sighing, she propped her head up with her arm and closed her eyes. Two sea-foam green eyes looked back at her, and they were filled with hurt and betrayal.
Rukia jerked in her chair and was gasping for breath.
T-Toshiro? Why can't I stop thinking about you! Rukia thought to herself. Her head fell to her hands in exhaustion and tears welled up in her amethyst eyes.
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