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Nothing Ever Goes According to Plan

Chapter 4: Run Away

"What the hell?"

Those were the spoken words of Delivery boy and Nel as the entire room turned inky black. Then I realized it, "Oh damn, the stupid storm cut the power." I muttered as I cursed the storm for its stupidity. I was having a bunch of brides come in today to buy wedding dresses, a particular bride was coming in and I was planning her wedding, so the power really needed to go on. And if the power is actually down and we have to call a repair guy, I'll be pissed.

"Isn't this like a place where, you know, the power isn't supposed to do this sorta thing?" The Delivery Boy said in annoyed tone, I saw the faint outline of his body as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. He turned to look at me, which really didn't do anything because I'm guessing he couldn't really see me either. I glared at him through the darkness and kicked his chair.

"Shut up, it's not my fault. The storm must be pretty bad outside, unless you cut the power yourself, so you could molest Nel and I." I accused him, taking another sip of my coffee. I heard him scoff and mutter, "As if I'd want to molest an ugly midget like you."

I could feel the veins in my head twitch at his comment, but the banging of the table from across me changed my attention.

"Nel? Are you okay?"

The banging stopped and Nel's strangled voice broke through the darkness, "I-I'm fine, Rukia. I- uh.. I just um.. choked on a noodle that's all! That black out really cut me off guard!" Nel coughed, but honestly I could've sworn I heard her quietly swearing a little while ago. "Are you sure?" I asked, wanting to make sure we wouldn't find her dead body on the ground because she choked on ramen.

"I'm fine, really! I know! I'm going to go check the breaker and turn the lights back on!" Nel exclaimed excitedly as I heard the sound of her chair being pushed away from the table. I heard her quiet footsteps walk to the entrance of the backroom. But I got up, abruptly to stop her.

"Wait, Nel! I'll go put it on, it's my fault for not checking the lights when I first came in anyway!" I was about to walk to the door, but Nel stopped me and said, "No! I want to do it, Rukia! Really! You stay here! It'll be quick! Please Rukia!" It wasn't uncommon for Nel to beg to do something and it only meant she really had her heart set on it. After small pause, I agreed, "Alright, Nel. But be careful going down those stairs."

"Hooray! Thanks, Rukia! I'll be careful! Now you two play nice!" Nel squealed and then just like that she was gone, the door quietly shutting behind her. I stared at the closed door thorough the darkness and sighed. I plopped back down into my chair and kicked my legs up on the side of Delivery Boy's chair, making myself comfortable as we waited for the lights to turn back on.

"So, what do we do now?" Delivery Boy's deep voice broke through the silence, questioning what we were supposed to do.

"Isn't it obvious? We wait. I thought you were smarter than that." I told him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Geez sorry, Ms. Queen Almighty. I was just trying to make a conversation, since we have nothing better to do." He scoffed, his weight shifted in his chair as pressed his back to the back of the chair. "It's Ms. King Almighty. Get it right. If you wanted to make a conversation that bad, we could do what I do with my clients." I suggested.

"And what would that be?"

"We play twenty questions."

I heard him laugh lightly before saying, "What are you twelve? I haven't heard of that game since like junior high."

"Do I look twelve? You know what, don't answer that. I don't want to hear your answer. But see, you just asked your first question. And I'm telling you I'm not twelve. I'm twenty-five. How old are you?" I told him, kicking his chair harshly. He swatted at my feet, but that didn't stop me from kicking him.

"I wasn't going to tell you that you look like you look twelve," He sounded truthful, "I was going to tell you that you look eight," I was about to kick him again, but then he added, "And by the way, if twenty-five is your real age, I'm a year older than you, which makes me twenty-six."

"Ah, I see, so you're an old man. Do you wear you dentures properly? One of my clients' grandmother came in and her dentures fell out." I said thoughtfully, nodding my head to myself, remembering how Momo had been freaking out, running around the bridal gown room in a panic. It turns out the grandmother had forgotten to glue the fake teeth to her mouth and when her granddaughter came out in THE Wedding Dress, she couldn't stop herself from opening her mouth wide open.

"Please, I'm not even that much older than you! And I don't wear dentures! You're just trying to cover the fact that a crazy bride hit you in the face and knocked out all your teeth, so now you have to wear dentures!" He concluded, his head nodding in the darkness as if he had figured out the world's hardest mystery.

"Oh shut it, I don't have crazy brides. I love all my brides and families that come in. They're fantastic people. It beats you jobs. You must really like delivering things, Delivery Boy." I too concluded, mocking his head nodding. But then I remembered, "Oh wait, your name isn't Delivery Boy, its Strawberry!"

His head turned swiftly toward mine and argued, "Just because my name is Ichigo, doesn't mean it means strawberry! In fact, it means one who protects!"

"But, I think strawberry sounds better. You sort of look like a strawberry head, with that orange mop of hair you have, except it should be colored red. If you want, my bridal stylist is excellent with coloring hair." I told him, referring to another best friend of mine, Rangiku Matsumoto, she works in my building as a great stylist for the brides and bridesmaids that come in.

"I'm not coloring my hair! Coloring hair is something people do to cover up what their parents gave them. And plus, I've seen enough red hair, trust me." He ended his thought distantly, moving to place his elbow on the table, his face resting in his large palm. The way he spoke made me quiet. I guess no more hair cracks, it must be a tough topic for him. As a wedding planner you notice things about people that are subtle, because there is no way you want to set off an emotional bride.

"So," I drawled on, "why are you a delivery boy anyway, Ichigo? You work at like two different places. Do you work as a delivery boy for any other places?" I asked changing the subject to something I hope wouldn't be too private.

"What are you? A stalker? I see, you want to know the places I work at, so you can look at me some more." He said cockily, I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smirking, "I told you that taking a picture lasts longer." I reached over and pinched at his cheeks harshly, getting tired of kicking at his chair.

"I was just asking bastard! I don't know much people that work two delivery jobs, they usually work another job that doesn't involve delivery." I yelled at him, pulling away from his face when he started reaching to pull at my face.

"You bitch," He muttered, rubbing at his now sore cheeks, "You didn't have to pull so hard. And I don't know. I guess I just like delivering things because you get to travel around the city and stuff. Working at the ramen shop and flower shop aren't the only places I work. I've got jobs at a cake shop, a school, a convenience store, sometimes a library, and a restaurant." By now he was counting off his fingers, trying to remember the places he's worked at. I gaped at him, I don't think I've ever heard of someone working so many jobs. I almost wanted to slap him for working so hard.

"My God! Why do you work so many jobs? You're crazy! No one works like seven jobs! That's suicide!" I yelled at him for his craziness. I always thought he was some delinquent, who gets money by working delivery jobs or stealing money off the street, not being all responsible and stuff. My job was challenging and sometimes suicide, but I don't think it compares to working like seven jobs.

"It's not that bad," his voice sounding as if he were frowning, "I just work a lot to pay for rent and other things I need to pay for. The people I work with are nice, so it's not like a dread working at so many different places."

My mouth was still gaping as I said, "I'm sure the people you work are nice and all, but there must be another way to not worn yourself out with work. It's bad for your health, you'll get sick, and then you won't be able to work."

"Worried about me I see? But really, it's not bad, it's like the same work load you get, I think. I just really need to pay for things." His last part came out gruffer than the previous parts, which really means he needs the money.

"What would you need pay for that needs that mu…" Before I finished, the most frightening, most blood curdling shriek sounded through the other then us talking, silent room. I let out a shriek of my own and literally jumped off my seat, my foot slipped off Ichigo's chair as I dove forward, toppling toward the ground.

"Rukia!" I heard him shout as I shut my eyes, waiting for the impact of the cold tiled floor. But it didn't come.

Instead, I was on top of something that wasn't as hard as the floor. It was hard, but it was softer, warmer, and a lot wetter. All of a sudden the lights switched on and my eyes snapped open to see what I had landed on and I was instantly greeted with caramel eyes, filled with shock. My heart was beating a thousand times per minute, but there was another beating. It was just as fast as my own. I could hardly tell whose was whose. I looked down at the eyes for what had seemed like for an eternity, two beatings were beating together, beat for beat. But, I wasn't sure what it was for, the scream in the room, or the other thing.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry, Rukia! I didn't mean to walk in on you! I didn't know if anyone was here, the lights were off, so I assumed no one was here! I didn't know you had a boyfriend! You never told me! I'm leaving right now! I'm sorry! Please continue!" Momo's panicked voice came from the entrance of the back room, but as soon as it came, her voice left, followed by the shut of the door.

I already knew what she had been talking about. If I saw one of my friends like that, I'd panic too. The thing she was referring to was the fact that mouth was firmly pressed against Ichigo's as we lay on the ground unmoving. I could feel his large hand had spread across the small of my back, the other was placed on the back of my head. When I finally registered what was happening, my eyes widened with more shock as I closed my mouth and sprang up from his face and his body. I grabbed the chair seat and hoisted myself off the top of his body.

"Ow that hurt! You freaking bite my lip! Oww damn it!" Ichigo moaned, his hand flying up to his mouth, covering it. He cursed and moaned with pain as he lay still sprawled on the ground. Then the door flew open, revealing a very flustered Nel. She came to the door panting, Momo right behind her.

"Oh my God! I missed it all! Momo, why didn't you take a picture or something! Why do you think I left them alone in a closed area, in the dark! There's no way that they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off each other with all the flirting I see them do! I thought my plan was perfect!" Nel moaned banging her head against the door frame in defeat.

I glared at her, covering my mouth with one hand and using the other to grab the fallen wet towel off of Ichigo's knee and whip it at her head.

"This is your fault! Thanks to you I almost had a freaking heart attack! What is wrong with you?" I yelled at her, pissed off that this was her game of match maker. I wanted to strangle her with that damn towel.

"Ow! What are you talking about? I just left you in this room, alone! I didn't do anything else! You were the ones I heard were making out on the floor!" Nel argued back, trying to get me to blame this on myself. I pointed an accusing finger at her, "That scream! You knew it would scare the hell out of us! And used that to your advantage!"

Nel raised an eyebrow at my comment, looking stumped, "What are you talking about? I didn't scream or make anything scream." It was my turn to raise an eyebrow as I looked back at her also stumped.

"Yeah, there was a scream in the room and it scared the hell out of us," then all of a sudden if on cue, the scream sounded again, making everyone in the room literally jump and flinch. "See that one!"

"Holy crap! I didn't do that! But, I know who did!" Nel said angrily as she stormed toward the other side of the table, picking up her cell phone that she had left on the table earlier. She flipped it open and pressed a few buttons before concluding, "That bastard, Grimmjow! He switched my damn ringtone, to scare the crap out of me! I'm going to kill him! He isn't getting any for a really long time!"

I eyes widened when it got through my mind that this was all Grimmjow's fault. Grimmjow was a notorious prankster and Nel's longtime boyfriend. He always found ways to screw with everyone who works in this building for his own pleasure. There was one time he screwed with bridal gowns upstairs and switched the different rooms that housed the gowns by dress size and price, mixing it all up. It took four hours to turn everything back to normal. I wanted to actually kill him. In fact I grabbed a roll of measuring tape and was literally going to strangle him myself. Until Nel took the tape away and started strangling him herself, announcing to him that he was in so much trouble, that he would be sleeping on the couch for the next month and wouldn't be getting any too. Then he ran to the rooms and started putting away the dresses himself. What a guy would do for sex. Honestly, I will never understand.

"Grimmjow! You bastard! I can't believe you! I was recording the Delivery Guy and Rukia's conversation in a dark room, alone! You ruined it! The footage better all be on my phone or you are so not getting any! I'm serious! I heard they were making out on the floor!" Nel yelled into the phone, to I was guessing Grimmjow that she had called. But, then it hit me.

She was recording our conversation the entire time we were in that room. She would be as dead as Grimmjow when I got done with her. I gave her an ice cold glare, which she noticed, and nervously smiled at me and inched herself out of the room. Probably to go hide.

"You people are crazy." I turned to Ichigo who was now sitting up, rubbing away blood from his lip.

"Oh crap! I'm sorry! It was an accident! And Nel's fault. And her boyfriend." I sighed my apology, looking down at his bottom lip that I had accidently bite.

"Are you okay? Should I get the first aid kit?" I asked him, worried about the blood coming from his lip. He shook his head and looked at me.

"Nah, it's fine. I've had a lot worse. Trust me, this is nothing. Just, if the next time you kiss me, be more careful." Ichigo smirked at me, which only earned him a kick in the head.

"You're an idiot! As if I'd ever want to kiss you again. You probably have some sort of disease with the way you're talking. Kissing too much girls isn't good either, you know." I told him turning my head away from his smirking face. Even though he was acting cocky, he couldn't hide the fact that his face was a really faint pink color.

There was another ring that rang through the room and I automatically snapped my head around looking for the source of the phone. I saw Ichigo hastily dig through his jean pocket, taking out his cell phone. He read the caller id and pressed a button, placing the phone to his ear.

"Hello? Yeah, sorry something came up. Alright, I'll be right there." And with his short conversation, he ended his call, placing the phone back in his pocket. He stood up and dusted himself off before looking.

"Sorry, I gotta go. Some office building wants ramen, so I need to go deliver some."

I blinked at him before answering, "Oh alright, I'll walk you out. The door should be locked." I got up from my seat and attempted to straighten my slightly wrinkled clothes with my hands. After finishing, I walked out of the back room with Ichigo following from behind. Momo bowed good-bye to Ichigo, her face red with embarrassment and Ichigo returned her bow with slight bow.

We walked to the entrance in silence, only the soft shuffling of our feet could be heard as we made our way over the carpet. When we got to the entrance, I remembered something else. I dug my hand into the pocket and pulled out a very thin wad of cash and held it out to him.

He looked at me dumbly and I said, "Idiot, this is for the ramen that you brought Nel, it's the exact amount plus tip." He made an 'o' with his injured mouth and took the bills from hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Thanks, I forgot about that." He said, rubbing the back of his head.

"I figured, thanks for bringing it over in this storm. Be careful when you go back." I told him putting the key in the keyhole of the door. "Sure, I will." He agreed as I pushed open the door, to see that it was still raining just as hard as before. I sighed and he made his way out the door to his bike that he had placed against the door. He got on top of his bike and looked at me one last time.

"Don't push yourself to hard, Ichigo. Even you have to get tired and sick at one point. So, be careful while working." I gave him a smile before adding, "I don't want to read in the newspaper that you died from over working yourself."

He gave me small genuine smile and looked at me with his eyes. His eyes were soft and filled with a small laughter as he stared at me. They were different from the eyes that were usually cocky and sly and knowing. These eyes were smiling.

"I won't. You'll probably hunt me down before that happens," he laughed before saying, "you could take care of me in my time of need. I'm sure we can get some sort of outfit for you."

I laughed lightly to myself before punching him in the face.

"Don't be stupid. As if, you'd be lucky if I don't kill you myself."

Ichigo glared, but it wasn't really filled with anger, "Yeah, yeah. I was kidding, I don't need to die at the hands of a midget."

"Whatever, Strawberry, get back to work before you get in trouble." I told him lightly punching his arm, a sign for him that he should get going.

"Yeah, alright," He said pushing at the pedals of his bike, before looking back at me, "Take care, Rukia. I'll see you later." And with that, he rode off down the sidewalk, being pelted by the rain. I waved my hand to him, even though he couldn't see it. And when he was out of my sight, I headed back inside.

Inside, Nel and Momo were behind a mannequin, looking anywhere, but my eyes. But once I glared at Nel enough, I was still pissed off about the recording she said she had, by the middle of the day, the entire building would know about it, she looked at me. Nel smiled at me nervously, backing up, before announcing,

"Run Away!"

And just like that, she ran away. But, unfortunately for her, I would find her. I always do. And she would be sorry.

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