Note: I have slightly edited the previous chapters, but it doesn't really change the plot.
Well then, I hope you enjoy the third chapter! I'm trying to keep the characters as true as possible, but I may have slipped up here and there -.-
Oh yes! It was a random thought, but I suddenly thought of a certain odd pair. (And when I say random, I mean "Get hit by a flying book" random...)
You'll understand after you read this chapter. If you guys like it… I may add some more scenes of the strange pairing… It's all up to fate I guess.
Review if you have the time! I'd love to hear your opinion…
(Oh yeah… this is my first fan fiction, so it may be a bit dodgy. Sorry!)
"Hey there, Ichigo!"
Ichigo looked away from the rosy sky and glanced at the two women running towards him. Well, Rukia was more likely being dragged along. Anyway, what was Rangiku doing here? Groaning, Ichigo pushed himself off the tree he was leaning on and slowly stood up. Rangiku came to a halt in front of him, and withdrew her hand from Rukia's wrist.
"Rangiku-san, what are you doing here?" he shot a quick look at Rukia, who avoided his eyes. Matsumoto smiled as she saw Rukia's pink face. "Oh well I was merely strolling along when I saw little Missy here. Isn't that right, Rukia-san~?" Rangiku chuckled. Rukia still wasn't saying anything.
Ichigo scratched his head in confusion. Women, he never would understand them.
"Anyway, shall we get started Rukia? Where's Zangetsu?"
Rukia's face shot up and looked blankly at Ichigo. "Z-Zangetsu?"
"Yep. I told you didn't I? I wanted to practice my sword skills. And it wouldn't be any good if…" Ichigo's voice trailed off as he saw Rukia's red face. "You forgot Zangetsu?"
"No I didn't!" Rukia said defensively, "I purposely didn't bring Zangetsu!" her voice raised a few notches. She saw Ichigo slightly raise an eyebrow before quickly dropping it down. "Ichigo! It isn't good for you to rely on your sword all the time, it's good from time to time to practice your hand-to-hand combat!"
"You know she's right Captain. If you find yourself in a tricky situation, and yah somehow haven't got your sword. It's good to be able to defend yourself using these babies." Rangiku pointed to her clenched fist. "I've had to use them many times when some harmless drinking gets out of contro-"
Ichigo and Rukia gave her a strange look, cutting her short. "Anyway, it's a good idea to learn how to use kido as well." The two women watched amusedly as they saw Ichigo's face turn pale.
"Let's forget the kido for now." Rukia objected. She knew that Ichigo was useless at kido. He was even more dangerous than Renji when he had attempted it.
"Y-Yeah, hand-to-hand combat sounds appealing…" he grinned at Rukia, "I'm not going easy on you!"
"Just how I like it you punk!" Rukia shot back, her previous discomfort forgotton. "You better up your game boy before I smash your arrogant attitude!"
"What was that you midget?" Ichigo retorted.
A stifled giggle interrupted their heated conversation; Rukia and Ichigo glanced at Rangiku who was covering her mouth with her hand. She was obviously trying to stifle her laughter.
"What's so funny?" Ichigo asked dryly, staring at Rangiku who had given up on stifling her laughter..
"Ha.. Ha ha ha hahahaha! I guess those rumours are true then!"
"What rumours?" Rukia asked.
Rangiku winked at Rukia. "Well that's for me to know and you to find out." She laughed again as she stared at Rukia and Ichigo's blank faces. "Alright, alright, I'll give you a small clue." She gestured for Rukia to come closer, hesitantly, Rukia obliged. "They're…" Rangiku whispered "Very. Very. Spicy."
Slowly, Rangiku withdrew her mouth from Rukia's ear, grinning mischievously. "Well then!" she continued loudly. "I'll leave you two to train in peace, ne?" And with that, she vanished from their sight.
"So… What did she tell you?" Ichigo asked Rukia, who was ruffling her black hair in confusion.
"To be honest… I really don't know myself. Maybe she was hungry or something?" Rukia mumbled.
"Huh?"
"No, never mind. Shall we continue?" Rukia said. Without waiting for his reply, she raised her fist and slammed it into his temple.
"Uwaah!" jumping backwards, Ichigo clutched his head. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He felt a warm liquid slowly trickle down his cheeks. In disbelief, he glanced up from the blood on his hands to his smiling Lieutenant.
"Arara. That's not good. A captain must always be on guard! Ich-i-go~" She laughed, grinning at his shocked face. "I guess your all talk aren't y-" she was cut short abruptly when a strong force slammed against her, knocking her senseless.
The nerve. How could she just punch her Captain like that? The little midget. Oh he's not holding back now, he's going to make her taste hell. He smiled to himself, wiping the blood of his chin.
Yes Ichigo. Thoughts like that. Those are the type of thoughts I thrive on. But I don't think you're serious, are you?
Shit.
Allow me to discipline her a little. Right, Ichigo?
It just a figure of spe-
Too late. Once I'm finished with her, she's going to know who's boss…
Rukia's eyes slowly fluttered open, wincing as she felt pain radiating through her body. What the hell just happened?
Rukia gasped as she saw Ichigo lying on top of her, his strong arms forcing her wrists onto the ground, pinning her down. "Oi Ichigo! You didn't have to get that mad!" Rukia protested, trying to shake her hands free. "You orange-headed, freak of nature, bast-"
Suddenly, Ichigo's face shot up, his long hair covering his face. He was smiling.
No, that wasn't a smile. That was-
"Hey there… Rukia-chan."
Shivers ran down Rukia's spine as he paused for a moment. This guy wasn't Ichigo. Ichigo doesn't sound this... evil.
"You..."
"Oh. I guess you don't know me, do you? My name is...Well… " his deep voice trailed off.
"Hmmm...I guess my name is Shiro Ichigo. You can call me Hichigo though, if you want…Special service for my beloved Rukia-chan~"
A sudden gust of wind sent the hair covering Hichigo's face upwards, revealing yellow iris' surrounded by black sclera's.
"You… Who are you? Where's Ichigo? What have you done to him?" Rukia stuttered, her face turning a sickly white. Who the hell is this person?
"Yareh yareh, so many questions, but so little time. As for the first question, I've already told you. Now… I would think it's time I got started."
"Wh-" Hichigo lifted a hand from Rukia's wrist and trailed it slowly up her neck. Even though her hand was free, Rukia froze in shock as Hichigo pressed a finger against her lips. She could feel his dark reiatsu thickening, expanding over her thin body, pressing her down into the ground.
"So you do know how to be quiet hmmm… "he whispered, whilst his face leered above her own.
Without warning, Ichigo grabbed a fistful of Rukia's jet black hair and pulled it towards his face. He laughed as he heard Rukia gasp, and inhaled her hairs fruity scent.
"You smell nice ya'know? You kinda leave me… wanting more." Hichigo yanked her hair again, causing her face to contort with pain. His other hand released her other wrist, reaching over to caress her soft cheek.
Slowly, he bowed his head, his face burrowing into her slender neck. His dark reiatsu was continuing to expand, Rukia realised that any attempts of struggle would be futile. She felt a heavy pressure on her neck, and a feeling of dread washed over the dazed Rukia.
"Get…off…" she managed to croak, her chest heaving with the effort she was exerting. Rukia winced again as she felt teeth bite into her white skin, drawing blood.
"Make me." Hichigo grinned, licking the blood on his lips.
Well that's it for now. I can't help but realise that this chapter is so short. Meh. Sorry about that.
Oh and sorry for any mistakes. ^^
