Much thanks to ichirukilooove for correcting me (for the second time... yesyes... ). Also I would like to say thank you to JellyGirl whoz been helping me catch my mistakes! ENJOY!
PS: now I am going to make sure there are as little mistakes as possible! > !
Chapter 3: Ichigo's White Shirt
"Otousan, this is just too much stuff to put in my closet!" Yuzu whined as Isshin desperately attempted to push the storage boxes into the closet.
"Owww…" Isshin was kicked in the face. "YOU! Our room is crowded enough without you putting all those junk of yours in here!" ,bellowed Karin at the poor father. Yuzu nudged Karin gently to make her stop. Then it was decided that Ichigo has the biggest closet in the house.
"But wouldn't Ichi-nii be mad?" Yuzu asked.
"Most likely, but Yuzu, do you want all those JUNK in our room?"
"My daughters! They are not junk. They are presents and things that your moth—," Isshin began, but was cut off by a blow in the face. The three began to carry the boxes into the poor victim's room. AND what's even worse? They are putting it in the closet. Oh boy.
Yuzu slid open the closet door and Karin stared in amazement. There are posters of Chappy the Rabbit everywhere.
"I never knew Ichi-nii liked Chappy the Rabbit. And he hides it so well. Look! There are even some drawings he made!" Yuzu exclaimed.
"Just put the boxes in… but those drawings are a little…" Karin said, annoyed. Nether ness, she is surprised.
"Here we go my daughters. We must work togeth—," another kick in the stomach as Isshin began to pick up the boxes. Ouch!
One by one the boxes were put into the closet. The closet looks even more crammed than before. Only if they knew that someone actually lives there… When trying to shove in the last storage box, Isshin, by accident, ripped one of the posters in half as he pushed. The ripped poster hanged on the wall in half. All three of them got a bad feeling about it. Karin quickly closed the closet door and the three left without another word.
All the preparations were done on the previous two days. Today after school, the class will begin to decorate the dance floor. The dance is ten days ahead of them, and all of them anxious to participate.
"Class, today we will start the real decorating. Now, let's be as prosperous as possible. Let us get going!" , the teacher said while smiling. The class wanders off to different directions of the dance floor and started hanging up stuff and some did the dusting. Rukia and Inoue are in charge of putting up the glowing star stickers. Chad and Ichigo are ones handing them the stars. There were hard to reach places that both girls had to use the wooden ladder to reach.
Ichigo followed Rukia around, handing her stickers and helping her move the ladder since it was way too heavy. Rukia has a pinkish shade on her face today, thought Ichigo. His mind was wandering once again. Ichigo was starting to get tired of this job after a half an hour of following Rukia around. But he didn't say anything, because Rukia seemed quite fond of this job. Besides, he wouldn't want anyone else to take his place. And there is a reason for it. Every time the girl climbs up the ladder, Ichigo would avoid looking that way. When she climbs up the ladder, he could see her blue undies clearly if he had looked from where he stands. It is quite obvious that Ichigo had no intentions of being called a pervert. He wasn't at all concerned about her falling off either; after all, she is a shinigami even if she had not yet recovered all her powers.
Then it occurred when Rukia was climbing up for what seemed like the hundred times. She faltered slightly and the ladder creaked under her weight. The frowning teen turned to see what was wrong, and almost immediately he reacted. The tiny shinigami lost her balance and fell off the ladder. It seemed like forever that she was falling. Ichigo ran forward and caught her in his strong arms. Then he realized. Rukia's forehead is burning like fire.
"Oi RUKIA! Wake up!" Ichigo said in a panic. It is not as if she can't hear him, it's just that she felt too… tired to answer him. Besides, to Rukia, one of the safest places to be is Ichigo's arms. She forced open her eyes, and this act made her feel even worse. She clutched on the teen's white shirt and leaned her head into his chest. She lost contact with the rest of the world…
It took a while for the girl to regain consciousness. Rukia felt as if she's burning from the inside out. Even though she felt too weak to talk, she could still feel the teacher's hand on her forehead. Then faintly, she could hear her classmates all talking at once.
"QUIET!" yelled the sensei, "does anyone knows where Kuchiki-san lives?"
"Sensei… SENSEI!" Ichigo bellowed over everyone's voices. "I know where she lives… can I bring her home?" He frowned deeply, and there's no doubt that he is worried. As Ichigo scooped the girl up his arms, he made a run for the door. Inoue looked at the back of the running orange hair boy. It was painful to see, but she stared at him until he was out of sight.
After that, the next thing Rukia knew was that he was being carried out of the school. Ichigo had just run past the bird's grave that they made together. The little girl attempted to talk, but her voice came out as a whisper. She tried again.
"Ich – go… I…"
"Don't talk. Can you stand? I am going to carry you on my back. I can run faster that way than carrying you in my arms."
"Eh…hmmm I…" she started.
"… It's all right. Why didn't you tell me that you had a fever?" Ichigo said softly. He felt that if he spoke too loudly, Rukia might just break down. His lips curled downwards and he only held Rukia closer.
"Rukia?"
"RUKIA?"