Okay guys, here you have chapter two of Intrusion. As I mentioned, it will most likely be five chapters long. Thank you all for the reviews and messages, I really appreciate the advice. Oh, and by the way, chapters will be a lot longer now that the story is already started! Enjoy and please review! :D
I would've been more pissed if he didn't look so guilty. Ichigo's face was bright red, and as he walked up to the house, he refused to look me in the eye. The effect was rather pitiful; he looked like a dog that was expecting a kick. 'Don't forget why you're angry, Rukia. And don't forget what you want.'
Thinking about what she wanted, Rukia's felt her face becoming red, too. But Rangiku had told her it was the only way to get even, on the phone…
Rukia had been so pissed after Ichigo left; she did what she always did: picked up her phone and called Renji. But, this was a touchy situation. Renji wouldn't give her good advice; he would just laugh at her or be pissed at Ichigo. So, Rukia had gone to the name directly under Renji's- Rangiku Matsumoto.
Rukia angrily hit the "talk" button on the small phone, her towel wrapped firmly under her arms. The phone rang twice, and then Rangiku picked up, not even getting a chance to say "hello" before Rukia was yelling. When she finished explaining the situation, she felt better, like she always did after she got it all off her mind and chest. Rangiku, of course, had laughed, but in a nice, sympathetic way rather than rude.
Now, Rukia was having second thoughts. What Rangiku had told her to do was… embarrassing, and Byakuya would blow his damn lid off if he ever found out about it… 'Don't be such a wimp, Rukia. He saw you naked! Now, you're just returning the favor…"
All these thought went through Rukia's head in the time it took Ichigo to reach the front step of the porch, where she stood. He stopped slowly, looking as if he wanted to make a run for it. He meekly peeked at her through his eyelashes, taking in her angry posture and expression. "How much trouble am I in, Rukia…?" The question came unwillingly, and his face burned in embarrassment as he asked it.
She considered. How much trouble was he in? Clearing her throat, she stood on her tip-toes, trying to look more intimidating. "That depends on how much you saw." He looked at her quickly, then back down at his feet. But that simple glance said it all: He had seen everything. And he was going to pay.
"Okay, well since you saw me naked, it only makes sense for me to see you naked. Or, I could just beat your ass and call it even," she hissed the words, making them as dark and serious as she could. He looked up really quickly then, his red face paling. "Y-you want me to… you want… me… naked?"
Trying not to laugh, Rukia nodded, watching him mentally shudder as he realized that she was serious. "Hell no. It was an accident, Rukia! There is no damn way I'm going to just get naked in fr-"
She interrupted him, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket and dialing. "Who's that you're calling?" He asked worriedly, trying to see the screen of the tiny phone. "Byakuya and Renji. Since you refuse, I'll just have Zabimaru and Senbonzakura teach you a little lesson about knocking before you go in a room."
Ichigo reached and took the cell phone from her, holding it out of her reach when she jumped for it. "Okay, okay. Fine! But only to get even!" Rukia smirked, collecting her phone and walking smugly into the house. Ichigo trailed behind her slowly, wondering how the hell he'd gotten into this.
He opened his bedroom door for her, and she walked in confidently, plopping down onto his neatly made bed. She got comfortable, lying on her stomach and cupping her chin in her hands. Her eyes were wide and alert, looking at Ichigo expectantly. "Well, come on, get naked, Ichigo." Her words were strong, but her mind was saying something like, 'What the hell are you doing! Ichigo- naked?'
Ichigo, his red face clashing with his orange locks, slowly shrugged off his jacket, then took off his shoes. Rukia's eyes never left him, and he felt his heart beating violently at the thought of her watching him…
Rukia, if possible, was even more nervous. She had only seen one man naked before- and that was Renji. That had been an accidental thing as well, and it didn't really do anything for her. But this- this was Ichigo, the boy who… 'The boy who what, Rukia? What are you thinking about… he's just a human…'
Ichigo was now out of his socks and his shirt. Rukia glanced swiftly at his stomach and chest, letting out a puff of air through her cheeks. He was built, really lean and well-muscled. Maybe not as much as some guys she knew, but she appreciated it all the same. He coughed loudly, then reached over to lock his bedroom door. "Don't want that to happen again," he muttered darkly, tossing his shirt lazily on the floor. Rukia watched shyly as his long fingers move to his belt, removing it swiftly and tossing it.
Pulling off his pants, Ichigo stood in front of her, partially naked, looking like he wanted a hollow to show up and eat him alive. Rukia, feeling a little sympathetic, almost told him to stop. Almost.
He raised his hands to his black boxers, and Rukia noted that his hands were trembling quite a bit. He swiftly pulled them down, stepping out of them and tossing them with his foot to the side. Rukia, not sure what to do, just stared. He was long and thin and tan, every inch of his body. Every. Single. Inch.
His shoulders were broader than when she had first met him, and goodness knows he wasn't the same scrawny boy. He was more of a man now, long and lean and… beautiful. She hated to admit it, but Ichigo was very beautiful. Looking timidly at the area between his legs, she felt her heart skip a beat and her pulse go into overdrive. She bit her lip, tilting her head slightly. An uncomfortable feeling began to form in her stomach, and a strange heat came in between her legs came as she stared at Ichigo's manhood. Sitting up quickly, she crossed her legs and tried to ignore the pressing urge to touch him.
"Can I get dressed now?" His question made her jump, although he said it quietly. "Y-yeah." She nodded, adverting her eyes as he dressed himself as quickly as he was humanly capable to do.
To her relief, he sat next to her as soon as he was dressed, smiling a bit. "That was embarrassing… so, um, sorry and everything… but now we're even." She nodded, and then a thought came to mind. "How much did you actually see… earlier…? " He laughed loudly, shaking his head. "Just about as much as you saw right now."
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