Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaackkkk! :D Hey, wassup? Sorry that I haven't updated in a while, I've been... distracted :) and I've been thinking of deleting some of my less popular stories, because I've just seemed to have lost interest in them... :/ Not this one, though ^^ ummmm so yeah... I hope you like it!
Enjoy!
Ichigo sat in the small recliner in the living room, thinking. It was about midnight and Rukia had long since gone to bed, but Ichigo's active brain wouldn't let him do the same. Who were those guys, and why were they after Rukia? Ichigo's frowned deepened. He was disappointed and angry at himself that he hadn't been there to protect her. If he had been there, this wouldn't have happened and Rukia wouldn't have gotten hurt. Of course, they were only minimal scrapes and bruises, but what if it hadn't been? It could have gone a lot worse, and if they come back again when he's not there, it just might be.
Rukia was tough, he had to admit, but Ichigo knew Rukia wouldn't be able to fend off more than one man who was more than half her size. Ichigo rubbed his eyes. It was obvious that he had to try a lot harder. At first he hadn't really been serious about the job since it didn't seem that Rukia was in any real danger, but now that those men had posed a threat to Rukia, Ichigo had to make sure he was by her side at all times. Just then there was a knock on the door.
Ichigo frowned. Who the hell would be knocking at this time? The knock came again and Ichigo stood, making his way to the door. He readied himself for an attack and opened the door. He had learned to expect anything—anything. A robber, one of the men from earlier, hell even a landlord asking for rent—hey, it had happened before. But what he didn't expect was two women, one tall and beautiful with long strawberry-blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, and large… eh, assets.
She was obviously drunk by the way she continued to giggle at nothing and leaned on the poor girl beside her. If that wasn't proof enough, she held an almost empty bottle of sake in her hand. The other girl was extremely shorter, about the size of Rukia, with light brown hair tied in a bun and large, soft brown eyes. This girl looked as surprised to see him as he was to see her.
"Oh, hello," she said, "I'm Momo, Momo Hinamori." Ichigo nodded.
"Ichigo Kurosaki," he replied.
"Er, is Rukia here?" Momo asked tentatively, "I mean, if you guys are busy—"
"No," Ichigo interrupted automatically, "She's sleeping. I was assigned by her brother to be her body guard.
"Oh," Momo exclaimed, her eyes widening, "I didn't know that. Anyways, I'm a friend of Rukia's. So is she. This is Rangiku Matsumoto." The drunk one swayed and giggled. Her eyes scanned Ichigo over, a lecherous smirk plastered on her face.
"Hmm, hello hottie," she grinned, "Aren't you just delicious?" Ichigo rubbed the back of his head while Momo giggled nervously.
"Yeah, sorry about her," she told him with a small apologetic smile, "She likes to party, and it looks like she's had a bit too much." Rangiku started at that.
"I have not!" she said with a frown, "I can go days on this stuff without losing control!" The drunken woman swung her arms out dramatically, and Momo ducked to avoid getting hit.
"Er, would you mind if I came in and woke up Rukia?" she asked, "I don't really think I can handle Rangiku when she's like this on my own…"
"Uh, yeah sure. Come in," Ichigo said, stepping aside and holding the door open as Momo lead Rangiku inside. Momo got the woman to sit on the couch and then chewed her lip undecidedly.
"Would you mind waking up Rukia for me?" she asked, "Unless you want to watch Rangiku while I do it…" Ichigo contemplated for a moment. Either wake up the sleeping midget and risked getting the crap kicked out of him, or stay alone for a while with the woman who was undressing him with her eyes… Ichigo was out of the living room and walking into Rukia's bedroom in seconds. The room was dark and Ichigo paused a moment to let his eyes adjust. When they did he saw Rukia's sleeping form, slightly illuminated by the moon's light coming from the small window on the left wall of the room. Ichigo walked over to Rukia quietly.
In one word, he would describe the sight he saw adorable. Rukia lay with her hands under her head, the dark locks of her hair sprawled everywhere, and her small pink lips her parted ever so slightly as she breathed deeply in her sleep. Ichigo's eyes softened and he regretted having to wake her up, but there wasn't really any other option. He reached a hand forward to shake her shoulder when suddenly something came out of the sleeping woman's mouth.
"Ichi….go…." Ichigo froze. Was she awake? He waited a moment, but Rukia remained still. Ichigo's brow furrowed. If she wasn't awake, then… was she dreaming about him? Just then a small noise came from her, and Ichigo leaned closer.
"Ichigo…." She murmured. Ichigo's breath caught.
"Damn strawberry…." Ichigo let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes. He grabbed her shoulder and started shaking it violently.
"Oi midget, wake up!" Rukia's eyes flew open, and in a moment she had grabbed his arm, flipped him over onto the bed, and was on top of him, her fist pulled back ready to strike. Her angered face turned to one of surprise when she saw him, wearing the same expression she had.
"Ichigo?" Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"No, I'm Santa Clause." Rukia shrugged, slipping off of him.
"I could buy that." Ichigo sat up and glared at her, trying unsuccessfully to fix his hair.
"Anyways, why the hell are you waking me up?" she snapped, "It's the middle of the goddamn night, strawberry head!" Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"Oh, get over it." Rukia glared at him.
"I wouldn't be so pissed if you had woken me up a little more gently." Ichigo glared at her.
"Yeah, I was going to until you cussed me out in your sleep." Rukia's cheeks flushed red as her eyes widened. Ichigo would have loved to milk this up if he didn't remember the situation in the living room.
"Oh yeah, your friends Mommy and Rangoku or something are here," he said, "That Rangako one is drunk and keeps watching me like she's going to try to rape me." Rukia looked at him in surprise.
"You mean Momo and Rangiku?" Ichigo shrugged and Rukia slipped out of bed, grabbing a small silk robe as she went. Ichigo found himself not able to resist admiring her curves as she moved in her slim pajamas and tied the robe around her small waist. Rukia opened the door and looked back at him.
"Well, are you coming or not?" Ichigo snapped back to reality and followed Rukia into the living room, where Rangiku was giggling like mad and Momo's face was a bright crimson red. She spotted them and smiled, walking over to hug Rukia.
"Hey Rukia!" she greeted, releasing her from a hug to smile apologetically, "Sorry to wake you up so late, but Rangiku was at a club and one of her bar buddies asked me to pick her up, but I didn't really know what to do with her. I hope you're not too mad." Rukia smiled nicely at her friend.
"It's all right, Momo," she reassured her, "Let's just say you owe me one." Momo's smile grew and she nodded. Suddenly Rukia noticed Ichigo, who seemed to be hiding behind her.
"What the hell are you doing, strawberry?" Ichigo glared at her for the unwanted nickname.
"The drunk one keeps looking at me and licking her lips." Rukia turned to look at Rangiku, who had apparent lust in her eyes as they scanned over every inch of Ichigo. Rukia laughed.
"Ichigo, chill," she said, still giggling, "She just wants you for your body." She and Momo burst out laughing while Ichigo glared at them. One look from Rangiku and he edged away a little bit. Rukia shook her head, wiping a tear from her eye.
"Anyway, she won't do anything," she said, then after a thought added, "as long as you aren't in a room alone with her for too long." Ichigo looked at her with his mouth open.
"You're joking, right?" Rukia rolled her eyes at him.
"Just so get some ice water, idiot," she ordered. Ichigo glared at her.
"Bite me, midget," he hissed, but disappeared into the kitchen anyway. Rukia sat next to Rangiku on the love seat and Momo sat on the recliner.
"So how long has he been your body guard?" Momo asked, and then went on at Rukia's surprised expression, "He told me that he was assigned by your brother. I didn't know any of it." Rukia sighed and shrugged.
"Yeah, brother has been worried about me, so he assigned the idiot to be my body guard the day before yesterday." Momo nodded her understanding. Just then Rangiku hiccupped and brought the sake bottle to her lips.
"Oh no you don't," Rukia stated, ignoring the other woman's protest as she pried the bottle from her hands, "You're drunk enough as it is, we don't need you getting any worse." Rangiku giggled, then suddenly went silent as her eyes filled with lust once again.
"Soooo," she drawled, smirking, "That Ichigo…. I want him… I think I might have him…" Rukia felt a pang of—what, jealousy? Rukia shook this thought out of her head and rolled her eyes at her friend.
"Please, Rangiku," she started, "You don't even know him. Besides, you can do way better than that." Rangiku sighed, tilting her head to the side thoughtfully. Suddenly Rangiku's eyes lit up and she turned to Rukia with a large, mischievous grin Rukia had come to fear.
"So maybe you should have him," she stated as if it was the most ingenious thing in the world. Rukia's jaw dropped as she felt her face grow hot.
"What the hell are you talking about, Rangiku?" Rangiku's grin only became bigger.
"You two would be so cute together, and I'm sure you two would have such hot se—" Rukia place a hand over her friend's mouth before she could say more. By now Rukia's face was blood red.
"You really have had too much to drink, Ran," she stated, shaking her head. Just then Ichigo came back in with a glass of ice water in his hand. He handed to Rukia who gave it to Rangiku.
"Here, drink this," she demanded. Rangiku took a deep gulp of the water before making a face and holding it away from her as if it was the most disgusting thing imaginable.
"Ew!" she whined, "I don't want it! It doesn't taste like sake! My sweet, sweet sake…" Rukia sighed. It always had been hard to try and sober up Rangiku, but if anyone could do it, it was her. She pushed the glass towards her friend again.
"C'mon, Ran," she said, "Just a little more and then you can go to sleep." Rangiku's eyes went to examine Ichigo, who was still standing beside her.
"Do I get to bring him with me?" she asked seductively. Ichigo inched away from Rangiku and closer to Momo, who stifled a giggle. Rukia rolled her eyes.
"C'mon, Ran. Just drink it." Finally the woman sighed and finished the glass in one big gulp. After that Rukia took the glass from her and set it on the table. Everyone focused their gaze on Rangiku. The busty woman swayed a bit, her eyes glazed over, before falling over on Rukia. Rukia squealed at the sudden large weight put on her. Surely Rangiku would crush her with her ginourmous boobs. Ichigo and Momo leaped forward to pull Rangiku back so that Rukia could slip out from under her before letting her fall back down on the couch.
It was silent until Rangiku began to snore. Momo turned and smiled at Rukia.
'Thanks a lot, Rukia," she said, "I don't know what I would have done without you! But I should probably go now, I don't want to take any more of your night away—"
"No," Rukia interrupted quickly, "Don't go. It's way too late for you to be driving anywhere. You can stay here for the night. I won't take no for an answer." Momo chewed on her lip, frowning worriedly.
"Are you sure, Rukia? I mean, I've caused you so much trouble already—" Rukia smiled and shook her head.
"It's alright, Momo," she assured her, "that's what friends are for, right?" Momo smiled and nodded.
"But where will she sleep?" Ichigo asked, "and where will I sleep?" Rukia rolled her eyes.
"She'll share my bed and you can sleep in here with Rangiku," she said, smirking. Ichigo's eyes widened.
"No way in hell!" he protested, "she might try to rape me in my sleep or something!" Rukia laughed, rolling her eyes.
"I was just kidding, you idiot. You can take the guest bedroom." Ichigo stiffened, and his eyes narrowed at her.
"There was a guest bedroom?" he growled. Rukia shrugged, already walking away with Momo in tow.
"You shouldn't have taken my steak or made me miss my movie, strawberry." She disappeared into her room, and Momo threw him a quick smile and wave before the door shut behind the both of them. Ichigo growled under his breath.
Damn midgets.
In the morning Ichigo awoke to the sound of quiet voices and the smell of bacon. He slipped out of bed and quickly got dressed in simple blue jeans and white t-shirt. Throwing his dirty clothes next to his duffel back, Ichigo walked out of the room and went to the kitchen. Momo and Rukia chatted quietly, Momo frying eggs while Rukia set bacon out on each of the four plates that were set out. Ichigo spotted Rangiku still sprawled face down on the couch.
He took his seat at the island and grabbed for a piece of bacon only to get his hand smacked away by Rukia. She glared at him and he matched it.
"Wait for everyone else, you pig," she snapped. Ichigo groaned.
"Come on, I didn't even eat last night, I'm starving!" It was true that since their breakfast had been ruined and they had spent all night talking, the only thing they had eaten was a small meal from one of the restaurants they had visited while they were out. Rukia sighed.
"Fine then, but just this one time!" she warned, waving her spatula at him. Ichigo grinned and started to devour his bacon. Momo giggled while Rukia just rolled her eyes with just the slightest smile on her face. Just then a groan came from the couch and everyone look over to see Rangiku lifting herself up in a sitting position, holding her head with one hand. Rukia smiled as she set her spatula down and made her way over to her friend.
"Hey Ran, how're you feeling?" she asked softly, knowing that Rangiku would have a huge headache.
"Like Barney after we barbequed his head and flushed his body down the potty," Rangiku complained. From the kitchen Momo giggled and Ichigo snickered. Rukia smiled.
"Well what do you expect when you drink so much? What in the world were you thinking?" Rangiku chuckled guiltily.
"Sorry Ru," she replied, rubbing her head, "I guess I got a little carried away." Rukia scoffed.
"A little? Momo had to basically carry you here, and then you were ogling Ichigo all night like you were going to jump his bones any second!" Rangiku frowned in confusion.
"Ichigo…?" Just then she spotted the bright haired man sitting at the island. He gave her a little salute and grin. Rangiku pulled Rukia down so that she could whisper in her ear.
"Who the hell is that god sitting in your kitchen?"
"That would be my new body guard," Rukia informed her before adding, "And he is definitely not a god." Rangiku looked him over and then grinned at Rukia.
"So have ya done him yet?" Rukia's face flushed a deep vermillion.
"No!" she protested as Rangiku giggled at her friend's obvious embarrassment, "And I would never!" Rangiku raised an eyebrow at her with a small smile.
"Never is a long word," she sang. Rukia rolled her eyes. Luckily she was saved from more abuse because it was then that Rangiku had to rush to the bathroom to throw up. Momo muttered an apology before following Rangiku to hold her hair back while she threw up all of the alcohol she had had last night. Rukia stood across from Ichigo at the island and shook her head.
"Man, Rangiku got really drunk last night," she muttered, "And she's the best at holding down her liquor, so she must have cleared out the entire bar to get her that drunk." Ichigo raised an eyebrow.
"You have weird friends." Rukia glared at him.
"I'm sure yours aren't any better." Ichigo shook his head.
"No way."
"Then shut up." They continued to eat in silence until Momo and Rangiku came back from the bathroom. Rangiku apologized for everything, even though Rukia said it was alright, and they finished their breakfast in peace. A while later Momo and Rangiku left, waving and throwing "nice to meet you's' at Ichigo on the way out. Rukia shut the door behind them and Ichigo groaned.
"I thought they would never leave." Rukia elbowed him in the gut before continuing to the kitchen to clean up. Ichigo sat on his stool again and sighed.
"Do you have any plans today?" he asked suddenly. Rukia thought a bit.
"Well, I promised to stop by Orihime's and try her new recipe for chicken, honey mustard, bean paste, and French fry soup, and I have a couple papers to do tonight for my brother's work. I also have to go grocery shopping; I'm out of a few things." Ichigo nodded and it was silent as Rukia finished cleaning. Once she was done Ichigo waited for her to get dressed.
"Alright, let's go," she said once she walked back into the living room. She wore light blue slacks, a black button-up shirt, and thin blue jacket. Her dark hair was up in a bun and she wore black flats. Ichigo nodded and they started to walk out when something laying on the ground in front of the door as if it had been slipped under caught his eye. Rukia frowned as he bent down and picked it up.
"What is it?" Ichigo examined the card and felt his stomach drop. It was a small white blank piece of paper with four simple words on it.
We will get you.
There we are :) Hope you liked it! ^^ If you don't know what Rangiku meant by Barney and flushed his head down a potty, it's a song I learned a long time ago, it goes with the same tune as Joy to the World. It's;
Joy to the world, Barney's dead! We barbecued his head! Don't worry 'bout the body, we flushed it down the potty! Round and round it goes, round and round it goes!
...so yeah :) I hope no religious folk get mad at me, I mean nothing by it! I didn't come up with it, and I'm not meaning to be offensive! :) Anyhoosers... Love you guys! Thanks for the reviews, and I shall see you soon!