Hey everyone! Thanks for the reviews! This was a quicky so my luck, there are probably some mistakes. Well, I'm only human lol.
**Idea pitched by happygirl24: You have to do a teacher and student one
**Idea pitched by demon*feathers: You should try one where Rukia starts the relationship
Teehee "Killing two birds with one stone". Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't.
"Something must be done! This simply cannot continue!" yelled a very unhappy principal of Karakura High. The phone that he was screaming into, was almost eaten up by him as he continued his distress. "Class 3 has been out of control ever since Ochi-san sprained her ankle on that stupid hiking trip! I have teachers skipping that class because they are scared shitless! You're the head of the Board of Education so please... HELP!!"
"Please calm down, Takamura-san, for I have heard you complain about this particular matter many times before." said the stoic voice of a man on the other end.
"And yet you've still done nothing about it!! I'm losing my head! They have somehow managed to get rid of seven substitutes in exactly three days!! Is that even possible?! Well I'll tell you, IT IS!!!! I've even tried my luck with them, but they took my toupee and burned it! They even threatened to burn down my house if I wrote them up for setting off the fire alarms and for leaving school early!!"
Poor Takamura-san was in tears.
"I understand-
"If you understand, than DO SOMETHING!!"
"... If you don't shut up and listen, then I'll take Class 3 up on their offer to burn your house down..."
"Um..." he swallowed. "I uh... apologize, Kuchiki-sama... please continue."
"As I was saying then. I understand your situation and I have the perfect substitute for your class of ill behaved teenagers."
"I-If I may, Kuchiki-sama. T-There's no such thing as... the perfect substitute."
Not that the principal could see, but Byakuya held a confident smirk at that very comment.
"That may be true, but she comes unbelievably close. She will get the job done by the end of the week."
"End of the week? Most of the substitutes couldn't even last for an hour! You expect me to believe that this one will not only be able to withstand the class, but also tame them within a week?!"
"I do."
"But-
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have more important matters to handle. She should be arriving soon. Good day." and with that, Byakuya hung up. He sat back in his comfy chair and glanced at the framed picture of their new substitute. "After all, she is a Kuchiki. Close to perfect."
"Hello? Kuchiki-sama? Kuchiki-sama?!" Takamura-san finally placed the phone down. "Dammit. I can't believe he hung up on me..."
"That's just how Nii-sama is." said a feminine voice.
The bald principal jumped sky high. He quickly whipped his head to his door to see a young lady. How come I didn't hear her come in? Doesn't anyone ever knock?
As if she had just read his mind, she politely answered, "I knocked at least five times, but you were screaming so much that you couldn't hear me. In which case, I decided to let myself in since I have a job to accomplish."
"Job?" His eyes widened in disbelief. She's the new substitute?!?!
Takamura-san quickly looked her over.
She seemed to be about five feet tall, give or take an inch or two. She looked no more than fourteen and held a great figur-eh... posture. Her attire consisted of a black blazer and skirt business suit, a pure white blouse with the first two buttons undone, and a pair of designer stilettos. Her hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail with her bangs framing her beautiful face.
Takamura-san slapped his face. I feel like a pervert.
Like he could help it. He had to admit. Her most intriguing feature, were her eyes. They were a very deep, yet beautiful violet color.
He massaged his temples. "So you're the new substitute, correct?"
She nodded.
He sighed. "Well let's get this over with." We've got to get a new head of Board.
"Hey Ichigooooooo-BAM!
"Oh no, Asano-kun! Are you alright?" Orihime asked while leaning over the unconscious boy. She looked back up to see Ichigo resuming his feet-up-on-desk position. "That wasn't very nice, Kurosaki-kun."
Ichigo just shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes. "He had it coming. He knows better than to be flying at me like that."
Orihime smiled and nodded. That's true. Asano-kun never learns. She could see said boy's hand rising. Oh good! He's alive!
The hand gently tugged on Ichigo's uniform, which caused one of his eyes to open and look down.
Seeing that Keigo's face was still planted firmly to the floor, Ichigo sacrificed his seated position and brought his face down to Keigo's level. "What did you want, Keigo?"
"Mph-mphhh-php-mphhhmphmph!"
Ichigo grabbed the top of Keigo's head and lifted him up. "Come again?"
Keigo smiled with missing teeth. "I heard that they found a new sub! They're on their way now."
The class roared in excitement.
"That's wonderful! What are we going to do this time, Kurosaki-kun?" clapped Orihime.
He dropped Keigo and smirked. "Good question." He looked around. "Hey, Uryuu!"
Uryuu looked up from his book.
"Did you bring in the needle-filled seat cushion today?"
Uryuu smirked a picked up his bag. After fishing around a bit, he finally found it and tossed it to Ichigo.
Ichigo caught it easily, though it stabbed him in a few places on his hand. He then gave it to Keigo. "Here Keigo. Go place it on the seat for now."
He was on his feet and saluted his captain. He then went over and carefully placed the cushion on the teacher's seat and pushed the chair in all the way.
"Is that all that'll happen today, Ichigo?" asked Tatsuki.
"Ah, Tatsuki, Tatsuki, Tatsuki... is that ever all?" He pointed to the door, Chizuru, the trashcan, and the opened window.
Tatsuki and Orihime tilted their heads in confusion.
"Quick! Everyone sit down!" Keigo hissed.
Everyone did as they were told as voices could be heard outside.
"Now are you certain that you can do this job?" Clearly that was Takamura-san.
"Yes, but Takamura-san, I don't think you shou-
The door opened and the principal walked in.
At that very moment, Chizuru tugged on a string that released a bucket over his head. It got stuck as he stumbled his way over to the desk.
The class exploded in laughter.
When Buckethead-san reached the desk, he tripped over the trashcan that hid a skateboard and what do you know? He stepped onto that and wobbled/rode his way over to the window. Upon impact he flew out, first hitting a tree, and then the ground.
Mahana ran over to the window and looked out. She turned back around and yelled, "He's still alive!"
The class was dying of laughter at this point... that is... until the clicking of heels informed them of another presence...
Everyone looked at the new being that just entered the room and placed her books on the desk. She was dressed like she was in charge, but she looked no older than any of them. On another note... she was HOT!
She looked around the class. "Hello, my name's Kuchiki Rukia." She tilted her head and gave a bright smile. "I'll be your substitute for until Ochi-san returns."
Ichigo scrunched his face. What's wrong with her voice? It doesn't seem right. Ugh... it's too... sugary.
Rukia's eyes finally caught Ichigo's and she raised an eyebrow.
He furrowed his.
She suppressed the urge to smirk. "Let's all try to get along, shall we?"
Ichigo mindlessly watched Rukia pace back and forth before her desk. Dammit. Will she sit down or go near the desk or something?! Sheesh, I'm bored as fuck right now.
He glanced around the classroom while Rukia was lecturing. Most of the males that populated the class all had their mouths hanging wide open with drool. To think that she already tamed half of the class in one entrance.
He then scanned the female population. Hmm... at least the female pop looks about ready to rip her head off.
His eyes caught Ayame's, one of the hottest girls in his class.
She gave him one of her suggestive smiles and mouthed "the equipment shed".
He nodded and winked, causing her to blush. Why not. I have nothing better to do.
The bell rung at that time and everyone got up to leave.
Just as Ichigo was at the door, Rukia stopped him. "Kurosaki Ichigo, correct?"
He turned to her. "Yeah."
She smiled, "You have classroom clean up, do you not?"
He mimicked her goody voice. "No, I do not."
Her smile was still there as she held up her clipboard. "But it says so on my list. So, you do."
Violet vs. Amber.
Ichigo was sweeping the floors before he knew it.
"Very good, Kurosaki-kun."
He cringed at the voice.
"Don't forget to get underneath the desk too!"
Ichigo rolled his eyes, went over to the desk, and pulled the chair away. He swept everything out from underneath and was about to pull the broom away when, "And get those hard corners too! They take just about everything, don't they?"
He let out an aggravated sigh and shoved the broom back in. She was right though. The corners wouldn't let go of their dust balls.
So what does Kurosaki Ichigo do? He sits on the chair so that he could bend down to pick them up. More importantly he forgot that there was a certain needle-filled cushion underneath his butt.
"Gahhhhh!" He shot up only to hit his head off the underside of the desk and onto his knees, cushion still attached.
A loud thump was heard over his head. It sounded like someone just slapped their hand on the desk and what do you know? The desk fell to pieces and landed on his head.
An exaggerated gasp was heard. "Oh my, Kurosaki-kun! How unfortunate! I'll go get someone else to clean this up. You can go now!"
He quickly dug himself out of the pieces of the desk with the intention of killing Mizuiro for dissembling it, before he realized that he was the one who told him to do so.
Ichigo looked around the room to find that she was gone, stuff and all.
He blew a piece of hair out of his eye.
"Mm... Ichigo..." moaned Ayame.
Ichigo sucked hard on her left breast.
She let out a strangled yelp. "Ohh! You're in such an aggressive mood today... ah!..."
He smirked, stepped back, and pointed down.
Ayame nodded and got down on her knees. She pulled his pants down and gazed at his magnificent organ. She sucked on him almost immediately.
His hands were on his hips as he watched her. Boy this girl still sucks at giving me blow jobs. She can't even take half of me into her mouth. Then again, I am huge, but still. Where's the effort? What a bore.
He was brought out of his criticism by her hands that just grabbed his aching ass. He flinched.
Ayame stopped and looked up. His dick plopped out of her mouth. "Ichigo? Why does your usually tight bun of steel, feel like two giant golf balls?"
Ichigo growled. "Don't. Ask."
She frowned. "But Ichi..."
He rolled his eyes and brought her back up to her feet. He made her turn and bend over. Ichigo wasted no time in entering her after he placed on his condom. As he pumped he said, "Let's just say, that Kuchiki-sensei's one hell of a bitch."
"Why... gasp!... would... ah!... you say... uh!.. that?!"
"She got me to sit... on that chair and she dropped... that desk on my head while... I was bent under it to pick up her shit!"
Ayame giggled lightly, then gasped. "I think...y-you're imagining it. That... goody two-shoes...o-of a sub probably... never did a... b-bad thing in her LIFE!"
"Tch... guess you're right." Looks down. "You came already?"
Ayame was asleep against the wall.
Ichigo sweatdropped and pulled out. Oh well, guess I'll just have to finish at home... again.
He looked back at the passed out girl and smirked. "Heh... guess I'm just too much for most girls." and with that said, he closed the equipment door and decided to let the soccer club find her.
"Alright class, take out your English books!"
The whole class groaned in distaste.
"Why the hell do we have to learn English? We live in Japan for crying out loud." mumbled one Kurosaki Ichigo.
"Well I can see why you would detest it so much, Kurosaki-kun. According to my records, you're failing it." Rukia said while looking at her clipboard.
He rolled his eyes. That freakin' clipboard again?
"My my. If that's the case I'd better keep an eye on you. Come sit in this desk, Kurosaki-kun."
Ichigo looked up to see her pointing to the desk of the middle row, first seat. "No. Way."
Rukia blinked once. Then twice. Then sniff, tears, handkerchief. "Oh... sniffs.. I see... wipes tears... don't worry, Kurosaki-kun... sniffs... I know that I'm a hor-horri-horrible substitute... sniffs... but I-I..."
Everyone around him was feeling bad for her, so some of the guys tried to talk him into sitting there. Just so they don't have to watch the "beautiful Kuchiki-sensei" cry.
He sighed and got up. If it'll shut the whole class up, than fine.
The minute he plopped into the desk, she cheered up. It was kinda like there were no tears to begin with... like she was faking.
In any case, the class resumed with classmates randomly called on to translate paragraphs.
At some point during the lesson, Rukia had said that her feet were getting sore. Seeing as how her desk was still a big pile of rubble, she decided to sit on Ichigo's desk.
He placed his book on his stomach as he leaned back, eying her carefully. She was turned towards the class, legs crossed (feet not even an inch away from his thigh), and of course her ass was covering half of his desk.
"Very good, Inoue-chan." complimented Rukia.
"Um... Kuchiki-sensei!"
Rukia looked over at the raised hand. "Yes, Asano-kun?"
He smiled dreamily at her. "If I may... how old are you?"
The whole class was staring at her. Everyone had been wondering considering she looked so young. Really, too young.
Rukia blinked, then giggled. "Oh Asano-kun. You're lucky that I'm not an old hag, otherwise you'd probably join Takamura-san in the hospital." She gave him a big grin. "I'm only twenty."
Keigo jumped out of his seat. "Happy Day! Kuchiki-sensei, did you know that you're only four years older than me?! We could go out!"
"No way!" cried Mizuiro, as he jumped as well, "Kuchiki-sensei should go out with me! I love older women!"
"Then go find yourself a grandma! Go out with me, Kuchiki-sensei!" cried another boy.
"Wow, Kuchiki-sensei. How do you keep so young?!" asked Mahana.
"Yeah! You look just as young as us!" chipped Orihime.
"Guys, she's twenty not fifty! What do you mean 'how do you keep so young?'?!" cried Tatsuki.
The pattern continued for another ten or so minutes before the whole class was in an uproar.
Ichigo stared blankly into space. What a bunch of morons. He listened a bit more. Shit. She's even got the girls to like her now. Ichigo looked up at the ceiling. So basically, everything that I've done for this class since Ochi-sensei left, has just gone down the drain in a matter of two days.
He felt a nudge on the side of his ass. Reality hit and he looked at Rukia.
She smiled. "Could you calm everyone down for me please, Kurosaki-kun?"
He looked away, but when he felt her foot nudge him again (this time it was riding up a bit) he sucked in a deep breath and yelled, "WILL EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP AND LET THE WOMAN SPEAK?!?!?!"
Silence.
Ichigo looked at her expectantly and of course, received a pleasant smile.
"Now that everything is under control, Ishida-kun, can you please pick up on paragraph four?"
Class continued.
The next day at dismissal, Rukia had told Ichigo to stay after class.
"Kurosaki-kun, for helping me with the class yesterday, how about I help you study English?"
Ichigo scoffed. "Yeah right."
She smiled. "I promise, I'll make it fun for you. You'll get it in no time."
Violet vs. Amber.
He sighed and sat back down. What's with those eyes? I can't ever seem to win.
Rukia smiled and sat down at her desk. "Alright now, Kurosaki-kun. Open up your English book to page forty-two."
Ichigo did as he was told.
"Now read me the first sentence, please."
"T-The cat sa-sings to the dog."
"Very good, Kurosaki-kun. Maybe you know something after all."
Ichigo shrugged his shoulders. "They were no more than four letters."
"True. How about the next line?"
"The ribbit jowps alungside the house."
Rukia raised her brow. "And this is where we hit a snag."
He rolled his eyes.
"The rAbbit jumps alOngside the hoRse. Repeat it please."
"The raBBit jowmps alOUngside the hoRSE." he mocked.
A vein popped on Rukia's head, but she held her temper.
These short animal sentences went on for fifteen more minutes before Rukia decided that he was hopeless and needed to try something new.
She got up from her chair and pointed to the seat. "Come sit here, Kurosaki-kun. It must be uncomfortable in those silly metal desks."
Ichigo raised a brow.
"Come on, it won't bite. I think I have the perfect English lesson for you."
He slowly got up and made his way over to her desk. He held a staring contest with her before gently placing himself in her seat.
She sat on her desk (just like his before) and pointed to her English book. "Go to page sixty-nine."
He did as he was told even though he thought the page number was a bit amusing.
"Now Kurosaki-kun, I dare you to read each sentence correctly and you'll get a prize."
Ichigo's ears perked up at prize. "What kind of prize?"
For the first time since they met, he finally saw her smirk. Not one of her sickly fake smiles, but a smirk that... seemed to suit her.
"You'll see." she said in her normal voice.
Ichigo's eyes widened just a fraction. Well what do you know? Her voice really isn't as sugary as she makes everyone think. He looks down at the sentence. "Take off y-your bla-azer."
"Very good, Kurosaki-kun." Rukia took off her jacket.
He thought nothing of it since he thought she was just warm. He then looked at the next line. "I wo-want you to u-unb-buttoon your s-shirt."
"Excellent, continue." Rukia said as she began unbuttoning her top.
Ichigo looked at the next line. "I want your s-shirt off."
"Easy. Right, Kurosaki-kun?"
"Yeah, I guess." he finally looked up at his sub to see that she was only wearing a pink-laced bra. Ichigo immediately turned red, pushed back in his seat, and pointed, "J-Just what the hell are y-you doing?!"
Rukia tilted her head. "What you've told me to do."
"I've done no such thing!"
She smirked. "Kurosaki-kun... do you mean to tell me that you didn't know what you've been reading?"
"There's absolutely no way that I told you to strip your shirt off! This is a school book for crying out loud!" But shit, does she look tempting.
Her smirk grew and she closed his book halfway so that he could see the cover. "Property of Kuchiki Corporation, sweetheart."
Ichigo was gaping like a fish. "Kuchiki Corporation actually makes perverted sentences in English?"
Rukia laughed. "Nope, just this one. Now on with the next sentence, Kurosaki-kun."
Ichigo looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Exactly how far does this book go?"
She chuckled. "Read and find out."
He moved his eyes from her to the book. "Take off your bra."
Rukia removed the pink bra that had caged in her perfect breasts. As they spilled, so did the drool from Ichigo's mouth.
She leaned forward and closed his mouth. "Go on, Kurosaki-kun."
It took him a few minutes to remove his eyes from her breasts and back to the book. "I want you to get on your k-knees and ra-remoove ma-my pants."
Rukia hopped off the desk, starling Ichigo, and got to her knees. She then started taking off his belt and tugged on his pants.
Ichigo placed his hand over hers in alarm. "You've got to be kidding me."
She smiled up. "You're learning, aren't you?"
She moved his hand away and told him to read the next sentence.
"P-play w-with my le-length and m-make it rise."
Rukia ran her finger along his dick. She gently blew on it and looked up.
He was staring intently.
She smiled and took his dick into her hand. "Read."
Ichigo felt himself getting hotter. "Moove your hand up and do-down and make me rise."
Rukia pumped her hand up and down his shaft slowly. She continued blowing it lightly and soon enough, lil Ichi was waking up. "Read."
Ichigo swallowed as he felt himself growing. "Put the tip of me in your mouuth."
Rukia let her tongue come out to lick the tip, which brought forth a hiss from Ichigo. She smiled and did it a couple more times before placing only the tip in her mouth. She then looked up. Read.
"Sw-swiirrl your toonguue aroond my tip."
Rukia slowly ran her tongue around his tip which made him jerk and place his hand on top of her head. She continued to do it in a slow, torturous manor.
Ichigo looked at the book and noticed that there was only one line left. "Take me f-fully."
That was when Rukia started taking him deeper into her mouth. She definitely went pass Ayame's level, but what's more was that she was taking a good majority of him in.
Rukia bobbed her little head up and down his shaft while her hands massaged his base and balls.
Ichigo felt her tongue work miracles on him as she's going and before he knew it she started sucking... HARD!
"Ah!" Ichigo leaned forward, the grip on her hair increasing while his other hand was gripping the armrest. He was panting hard.
The little noises that were coming out of her weren't helping him much in breathing either. He had leaned in so close that their foreheads were an inch apart when she was up.
After a few more minutes of sucking, she opened her eyes and looked up at him.
He was staring back through half-lidded eyes. Her eyes...
She did one final lick and lightly bit his foreskin. She then got up on her feet.
Ichigo watched her. If she thinks that she's going to leave me like this, she better...
Her panties hit the ground.
Ichigo raised a brow as she lifted her skirt and stood in front of him. He then smirked and reached for her hips, guiding her into the seat with him.
Her knees were comfortably on each side of him as her core hovered his member.
Ichigo reached one hand down to pet her. Wow, guess I wasn't the only one getting excited. "You're a fucking river."
Rukia leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. It startled him a bit seeing as how he usually never kisses the women he has sex with, but he kissed her back. Just because she was Kuchiki-sensei. She wasn't like the other women that he's had sex with. She was better.
She moaned into the kiss, excited that he responded and eagerly at that!
When they pulled away, their breathing doubled.
"Kuchiki-sen-
Rukia kissed him again. When she pulled away, a genuine smile was on her face. "Rukia."
Ichigo smiled. "Rukia... is this still part of my lesson?"
She giggled. "Your lesson was over when you finished the page."
"So then this is...?"
"Your prize." and with that said, she let herself down on his engorged shaft. Rukia had let a loud gasp escape. She really mistook just how big he was.
"Holy shit, Rukia! You're really tight!" growled Ichigo. Out of all the girls that he had played around with, she must have been the tightest of them all.
He aided her as she pumped herself up and down. Ichigo roamed his hands along her sides to find that she was as soft as a feather and just as light. Her bouncing breasts were tempting him as well and so he leaned forward and captured one of her nipples in his cavern. Her grip on his shoulders tightened.
She gasped. "I-Ichigo..."
He then plummeted himself deeper into her as she met him at each thrust. Ichigo kept tugging at her nipple which made plenty of whimpers escape.
All of a sudden she ripped his mouth from her breast and smashed their lips together in a fierce tongue war.
He felt her convulsing around him. Fuck! As if it could get any tighter in here!
For the first time in a long time, he was finally able to come inside a girl. A girl that could handle and please him. A girl that milked him dry from her own orgasm.
They had stayed still after their climaxes. They just stayed in each other's embrace.
After a few minutes of silence, Ichigo gently pulled her back so that he could look into her gorgeous violet eyes. "So Rukia, how about dinner?"
She smiled and placed her hand on his cheek. "When Ochi-san returns, I will."
He frowned. "Why wait till then?"
Rukia moved her thumb along his cheek and leaned forward to give him a peck. "Because by then, I will not be your teacher, we will be able to date, and nobody will be able tell us otherwise."
The frown disappeared and was replaced by a smirk. "Who said I wanted you to be my girlfriend? I just asked if you wanted dinner."
She raised an eyebrow. "Well okay, if you want to blow off the amazing sex too, then that's alright with me." She made a move to get off his lap, but his hands tightened on her hips.
He chuckled. "Kidding."
She ran her fingers through his hair. "I know."
"But you know, I'm not just interested in you because of the mind blowing sex."
Rukia smirked and tilted her head. "Oh really?"
Ichigo's eyes softened. "Really. I'll admit I wanted to throw you out that window with Takamura on your first day. I mean fuck! You were annoying! That high-pitched sugar-coated voice you used? And that creepy completely fake smile! You were repulsive!" he laughed. "But then I find out that you're really a bitch-
"How am I a bitch?"
He scowled at the memory. "You dropped the desk on my head..."
She blinked. "That's because you guys undid the screws. That's technically not my fault."
Ichigo narrowed his eyes. "You didn't have to slam your fist onto it."
She chuckled and kissed his nose. "Continue, please."
He sighed. "I find out that you're a bitch. You're secretly sadistic-
"How am I-
"Rukia..." he growled.
"..."
"Let's see, you're a bitch, you're secretly sadistic, you interrupt way too much." He looked into her pouting eyes and smiled. "Your real smile is stunning and your real voice is sexy as hell." He moved closer to her ear and whispered, "Especially when you're moaning my name..."
The heat got to her, "Mm...Ichigo..."
Ichigo chuckled. "Just like that." He kissed her. "You're a sadistic bitch who knows what she wants and I like you."
She couldn't help but to laugh. "Tell you the truth, I wanted you since my first day."
He raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Really?"
"Yup. I remember when I introduced myself to the class, I saw your bright orange hair and then you gave me this disgusted look. By the look on your face I figured you probably knew something was up about the way I acted."
"Yeah well, all that sugary-coated acting was kinda creepy."
"Well anyway, I kept you behind to clean up your mess-
"It wasn't my mess-
"You told them to do it, so technically it's your mess."
It was then Ichigo's turn to pout.
"Then I let you off to that hussy."
He blinked. And again. And again. "What?"
"I tapped the desk, it fell. You already sat on the needles, so I thought there was no way you'd get anything done, but I was wrong. Nothing stops you from whipping that thing out, huh?"
Ichigo's eyes were wide at the fact that she did all of that just because she didn't want him with Ayame. "Wait a minute... you watched us?!"
"More like heard. I found it so funny that she couldn't satisfy you. I'm not going to lie, I was jealous. So the next morning, I told the chess club that their leader left their stuff in the equipment shed. Guess she took them since she didn't show for class. I'm pretty sure they were all "kinged" after that experience, eh?"
He sighed and she nuzzled his nose. "Basically you saw the real me on my first day and I wanted you all to myself whether I had help from the desk, chair, chess club, or lesson."
Ichigo leaned in to kiss her. Not a hard, lust-filled kiss, but a soft, passionate kiss, that had her melting against him. She even made the small whimpers that he loved so much.
When they pulled away, she looked him dead in the eye with determination. "Be my boyfriend."
He smiled. "You're a sadistic, demanding bitch who knows what she wants and does practically anything to get what she wants." Ichigo kissed her cheek. "And I'm lucky enough to have her as my girlfriend."
They make out for a few more minutes until Ichigo feels lil Ichi waking up again. He looked at Rukia with a gleam in his eye. "So Girlfriend-sensei, when's my next English lesson?"
Rukia laughed. "I suppose we can squeeze in another lesson."
Ichigo leaned forward and nibbled on her ear. "That better not be the only thing we're squeezing in."
And so English lesson number two began.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Kuchiki-sama?" asked Takamura-san.
"Yes."
"S-She's perfect! She's absolutely amazing! Astounding! Magnificent! She tamed that entire class in three days! The first day she already had the boys! Then on the second, she had the girls! Then on the third, she tamed their wild gang leader, Kurosaki Ichigo! Happy Day! Happy Day! Hoorah! Hooray! Happy Day!! How did you know?! She's utterly fantas-
Byakuya hung up and resumed his work. A smile was tugging on the corner of his mouth. "I told you, didn't I? She's a Kuchiki. Close to perfect. What's more she is Kuchiki Rukia, my perfect, innocent little baby sister."
"Doesn't he mean his sadistic, demanding, deceiving bitch of a sister who knows what she wants and does practically anything to get what she wants?" whispered a voice from the other side of the wall.
"Shut up, Ichigo!" hissed another.
Byakuya looked at his room in question.
He thought he heard something. Then again, work at home always led to talking walls.
Oh well, work calls for being oblivious.
And there you have it! What do you guys think? Ah, Ichigo's such a sexy badass and of course he's nothing without his sadistic bitch. Anyone wanna guess at what they're doing on the other side of that wall? *winkwink*
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