I do NOT own Bleach: Tite Kubo does and he is a bad ass for it.
Got that people I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!
This is a scenario I just thought the characters should be in for fun woohoo!
Rukia heard her alarm go off around 7:30 a.m. and rolled over to give it a good smack on the top part of the clock to shut it up. Rukia slowly opened her eyes at her ceiling that had drop downs of different shades of blue that made her think of the sky.
After another good 15 minutes of lying in bed, Rukia finally bound up and went to the kitchen to fix her some coffee for her nerves to settle and for her to focus on her work today. Rukia went to her closet to get her tub top sports bra and shorts that she would not be caught dead in public wearing, but her jump suit that she wore when working with hazardous materials got hot when worn for long periods of time even though there was a great deal of air conditioning in her apartment she didn't feel like dirtying up her nice vintage "green" tees.
Rukia after getting dresses in her shorts and sports bra went to fetch her iPod on her iDock and created a playlist for today's work. The songs included a variety of genres and artists such as: "What I Am" By Edie Brickell (a great favorite so she added it three times to her playlist), "Cry Me A River" By Michael Buble, The Duke (Jazz), "Black Betty" By Ram Jam, "Colors" By Crossfade, "Song 2" By Blur, Two whole CDs from Imogen Heap, and a CD from Third Eye Blind. Not to mention some classical music like "Four Seasons" and "Chopsticks" and more.
Alright, this whole playlist should take up about three hours and can replay twice and for some other songs play three times. Then I'll have to get ready for dinner tonight to meet my PR.
Rukia heard the coffee timer go off, however she knew it was done considering the smell was luring her into the kitchen while she was finishing up her playlist on the iPod. Rukia poured herself a HUGE cup which in reality was more like a bowl of coffee and sat down in her small kitchen nook area in the corner and sketched out some ideas that she thought she could add to the sculpture later.
After she finished up her "cup" of coffee she hooked her iPod back up to the dock and turned up the volume almost up to max, and taking into account that she had Bose speakers all over her apartment so she could hear even when her tools were in use it was going to probably bug the neighbors a wee bit but they worked during the days so she figured she could blare her system today and enjoy her music while working.
Rukia slipped in her jump suit and zipped it up mid between her breast so the collar wouldn't get caught and also so she wouldn't die of heat exhaustion. Rukia pushed play on her iPod and began lip singing to Edie Brickell while she put her face mask on and started to drag out an enormous piece of copper that was at least three times her size but it was a pretty thin sheet and she also used a cart to wheel it around and place it on the metal cutter. Rukis began to draw her pattern on the copper and began to cut. She sang with the song playing from Edie Bickell still.
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Philosophy, is the talk on a cereal box
Religion, is a smile on a dog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Rukia became lost in her own world as she listened to the music and started to cut the other sheet of copper into the "petal" form that she drew on the copper. Time did not exist to her right now and everything on the outside completely departed from her mind.
Rukia was in complete bliss with everything around her. She even sung into her blow torch when a course she loved came up. She was getting so much done, she had the five "petals" of copper already cut and began to form them to make them look like the petals of lilies being blown in the wind to add some movement to the sculpture. But this was going to take a while considering that one petal of copper was about 13'-0" tall. She glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed she still had three more hours to work before she had to get ready for dinner tonight.
If she refrained from work at about 5:30 p.m. then she could take a quick shower and put her spring dress on that was flowing with ruffles from the mid waste down and a dark midnight blue that had a gathering of material where her chest was and was strapless and at knee length. It was a gorgeous dress and she rarely dresses up so this would be a nice change.
Little did Rukia know she forgot to change her wall clock's time for daylight's savings time when she thought it was 2:30 it was really 3:30 in the afternoon.
Ichigo started to get ready for dinner with Ukitake and apparently a friend of Kuchiki's, who was Renji. I can do this even if it is that crazy girl from high school. I'm Ichigo Fucking Kurosaki Damn It! I made 50 Cent look like a genius.
Ichigo looked at the clock and was glad he remembered to set the correct time for daylight's savings time. It was 5:30 p.m. and he only needed one more hour to get ready and prepare himself. It would take him about 30 minutes to drive his car because of the traffic that might pile up.
Ichigo glanced over at the clock, it was ten before six. Well he was already ready so he might as well leave a little early and get there so no one would be waiting on him. Ichigo grabbed his keys and phone and slid them in his inner pocket of his D&G blazer. His suit was black and had a "wet" look to it as the grey Armani one he had worn yesterday. And he wore a white D&G button up shirt that opened up and revealed a small portion of his chest to show his collar bone and the very tops of his pecks. This suit made women of all kinds swoon over him and was one of his very favorites.
Ichigo exited out of his apartment and glided in his car with ease. He stepped on the gas and headed to the bistro.
What the hell was I worried for, look at me! Nothing can get in my way. I'll be better than fine.
Ichigo had a sexy smile graze on his face when he calmed down and when he heard women screaming at him from the other car at the stop light next to him trying to get his attention. He glanced over and winked at then and then when the light turned green sped off.
Rukia glanced at the clock and saw it was finally 5:30, well to be exact it was 5:35 p.m. according to the clock and went to go turn off her music and unzipped her jump suit and tied the arms around her waist. Rukia glanced at her phone to see if anyone had called and found three missed calls, one from Momo and two from Ukitake.
"Well I'll call Momo back first; I haven't talked to her in a week and need to see what's going on with her real fast before I call Ukitake back." Rukia thought out loud.
Ring
"Hello?" Momo picked up on the first ring
"Hey Momo, it's Rukia sorry I missed your call, what's going on?"
"Oh I was just calling to see if we were still on for lunch tomorrow?"
"Yes mamma! I'll meet you at 12 tomorrow ok!"
"Sound good, see you then, oh and tell me how tonight goes tomorrow at lunch."
"Don't worry; I'll fill you in on what goes on."
"Good to hear. Bye babe."
"Bye girl." Rukia hung up.
Just as she was about to call Ukitake she notice an incoming call from him right there. Geez ok, ok what is so urgent Ukitake?
"Hello?" Rukia answered the phone/
"RUKIA where on earth are you child?" Ukitake had an urgency to his voice.
God I hate being referred to as a child, I'm 24 fucking years old, uggg.
"What do you mean? Its only 5:50 I'm not suppose to be th-"
"RUKIA IT IS 6:50!"
"WHAT! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!" Rukia had just remembered that the clock on the wall had not been set to the correct time. Rukia scrambled to her closet.
"Ukitake I'll be there about ten minutes late ok. I'm getting ready now!"
Rukia hung up the phone and dashed to her closet. She didn't have time to change into her beautiful dress. She was going to have to go in her shorts and put one of her "green" tees on and bolt out the door. Rukia put some deodorant on real quick and pinned up her hair and put a small dab of baby powered so the oil in her hair wasn't so obvious. She grabbed her keys and darted out the door in a frenzy. Rukia didn't even have time to wipe off the dirt from her face she was running so late.
Rukia sprinted down the streets to the bistro and thanked God she was wearing her running shoes. Running in flip flops is not the easiest thing to do, but neither are heels either.
Rukia barged in through the door and spotted where Ukitake and Renji were sitting with… No… that is impossible. Orange hair… No, this is a joke. Rukia began to sweat and it wasn't because of the running she just did. Kurosaki, Ichigo Kurosaki?!?! The natural bleached out moron? He's my PR?!?!
A familiar face with orange hair and an all too familiar scowl on his face turned to face Rukia who was no more than five feet away from her. He looked just as displeased to see her as she did him.
Kill me now was all she could think.
Kill me now was all Ichigo could think. Ichigo came to the realization that he was not in a nightmare but real smack-you-in-the-face reality. This was actually happening. For the love of all that is Holy!
Ichigo thought real hard about ramming the dinner fork in his thigh just so he could have an excuse for getting out of the restaurant he was sitting in. Mutha Fucker. Arg just deal with it.
"Long time no see Shorty." Ichigo looked at her almost as eye level while sitting down and flashed his most charming smile at her.
Rukia just stood there. It looked as if her fists were shaking.
Mmmm… this might be fun after all. I can just bug the hell out of her while we're here.
"Running late are we? Last time I remember you were very punctual. Your appearance was also Oh-so-much-more flattering in high school. But I see one thing hasn't changed, your height… well I take that back."
Just as Rukia's ears were literally almost blowing out steam she looked up at him and he took the last straw with what he said.
"You look like you have shrunk a little actually."
That did it. Ichigo thought with a smirk on his face.
"You Incompetent Bastard! Ukitake!" she turned to him as she nearly screamed his name.
"You really hired him? Don't you know my past at ALL ?!?! This is the jerk who I told you about my first day of high school. Luckily he transferred out and I only had to see him on rare occasions in the hall for only one year." Rukia looked like she was about to sink the dinner fork into Ichigo's thigh for him.
"In that one year, even though I did not see him in my class for rest of the year, he securitized my work to all of his friends and actually cost me early admission to SCAD because one of the professors was there and he talked to the professor from SCAD about how awful my work was!"
Rukia was remembering Senior Ichigo from high school talking to the professor, and actually agreeing with what he had stated about her work. Even though she didn't hear the entire conversation, she remembered how he seemed enthused about young Rukia's work and then after a few words with Ichigo he seemed bored with it.
Ichigo huffed slightly and said very calmly
"Oi, I did not cause you to lose your early admission, I-"
"YOU can shut it right now Kurosaki!" Rukia was enraged and pointing a finger at him. She had not been this upset in years. What the hell was it about this man that could just yank her chain and piss-her-the-hell-off with just a few words and phrases?
Ichigo's eyes and nostrils actually flared but just for a moment when she pointed her finger at him.
He decided to piss her off with a calm and cool collected tone to show who the (literally) bigger person was in this conversation.
"Kuchiki… as your PR I would suggest that you lower your voice and sit down with us and discuss rationally how we are to present you and your new project to the public within the next couple of months." Ichigo just smiled calmly.
"Ichigo is right Rukia my dear, you are causing quite a scene and many people are looking over here." Ukitake lowered his voice while staring directly at Rukia who blushed scarlet red when she looked around and saw that if not all of the restaurant then most of the people were gawking at her.
"Yes Ukitake-san." Rukia with a firm grip, grabbed the chair's back and pulled it out and sat in it and then pulled her chair up to the table and looked down at the table to hide her frustration. Ichigo and Ukitake began discussing manners of business.
Renji calmly put his hand on Rukia's shoulder and whispered "Rukia, what the hell was that all about? I have never seen you act like that before with anyone, is this really the guy from high school you were talking about?"
"No shit Sherlock or I would have never acted like that." She whispered back.
"You going to be ok with this?" Renji whispered back to her.
"I-" Rukia was cut off by Ukitake who was looking slightly annoyed at Renji and Rukia for not listening to what they were saying.
"Rukia you need to hear this conversation, it does involve you after all and Ichigo." Ukitake said sternly, well as sternly as possible. Ukitake was too kind hearted to be mean towards anyone.
"Yes Ukitake-san, I apologize."
Ichigo coughed right when she said it as if he were implying something and Rukia steamed again. No good Kurosaki, you're such a pain in the ass.
"Anyhow, Rukia dear, Ichigo was telling me how he has accomplished with his affairs in PR and I think it is a great idea." Rukia simply smirked and said softy "So what? You sold your soul to the Devil?" no one heard except Renji who had to bite tongue from laughing so hard.
"Something funny Renji?" Ichigo asked impatiently.
"Oh, no just thinking to myself." He replied
"So what do you think Rukia?" Ukitake asked enthusiastically.
"I-I'm sorry Ukitake, but I am missing exactly what is the wonderful idea?" Rukia stammered.
"Rukia for the last time, Ichigo gets to know his clients by spending at least ten hours a day with the person so he can get a feel for their true selves and then talks about what would improve his or her image to the public and then makes a public speech about whatever event they are featuring or being featured at. With your image spruced up a bit to go along with your art, your name will be known all over the world."
"Wh- wa - I-" Rukia could not even come up with a coherent sentence. Ten hours a day with HIM? Rukia quickly began searching the restaurant for a noose to tie around her neck and hang herself with.
Rukia then realized what else was said to her. "Wait. A. Minute. What is wrong with my image Ukitake?"
"Do you have to ask?" Ichigo shot at her waving his hand at her body which was fifthly at the time being.
"Hey I do not look like this all the time you jerk. I just came back from working on the project for the museum and-"
"Ah, yes you say you do not look like this all the time but what else do you look like when you are not working on your art?" Ichigo pressed.
"She is in jeans which are ripped or torn and most of the time a "green" top or some sort of shirt that can be thrown away and or used as a rag."
"Just as I thought. You need to clean up your image Rukia." Ichigo presumed.
"Renji you traitor."
"I just told the truth." Renji shrugged his shoulders.
"Yesterday I was not in torn jeans and a rag shirt as you would say. I was in a cashmere sweater with nice Lucky Jeans." She glared at Ukitake and Renji.
"Ok that one is true, but be honest with yourself Rukia, when was the last time you truly dressed up after college? Or fixed yourself up when going out with me or Momo and Toshiro?" Renji poked at her. Rukia couldn't think of even one time. Even when she had gone to the event that hosted her art work, she realized she was always in more so comfy clothes than professional. And to her and other people's standards, she was a professional.
It wasn't her fault she didn't dress up. She just never has the time for it because she was working so much.
"Look, Rukia, I am not going to change your whole outer appearance because if I did then it would not be you. I'm just saying we need to clean you up. And at certain events, like the one coming up in about two months you have to be presentable and not look like a rag doll, got it." Ichigo was calmer when he spoke to her this time. Maybe this would be ok, IF it would help her image to the public.
Maybe he won't be an entire ass and not taunt me so much about everything.
"Ok I will see you tomorrow bright and early at eight in the morning. Ukitake gave me your address so be expecting me. Please remember to shower, I don't want to have to be around you looking and smelling like that all day."
Nope he is going to be a complete and total jackass for the whole two months that we are going to have to spend together. Fuck My Life!
A/N: I apologize for any grammatical errors, I tried to get this up asap.
Ten hours a day with Rukia. That's a lot of IchiRuki! But will Rukia try and escape?
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