Here's my newest chapter this one is a little more serious. I'm not completely sure im done with this one but im gonna post it anyway so if you see a revised longer version of this published later,
don't be surprised :)
anyways enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I have no owning of teh bleach!
CHAPTER 4: Keep out of the reach of shinigami
Rukia was alone.
Ichigo and his family had gone on a 'Kurosaki Family Trip to The Beach'. Of course Ishin had told Rukia she could come, seeing as she was to be the mother of his grandchildren. Ichigo had then kicked him in the head.
Since one of them had to stay behind to handle any hollows, Rukia had insisted that she didn't feel like going to the beach and would stay at the house and rest.
So far she was regretting staying behind.
There were no Hollow attacks, and just a few hours ago a water pipe had burst so the Kurosaki residence was no longer receiving any water. She was hot and thirsty.
She was currently laying down on the couch watching a re-run of a soap opera she had already seen. Kimiko's foreign boyfriend, john, had just proven that he had not cheated during his trip to America , but then Shin revealed that Kimiko was the one that was really cheating, and that the one she was cheating with was her step brother ryuji…
She changed to the news…
Damn… she was so thirsty….
She decided to see if there were any beverages for her to partake of.
She headed towards the kitchen. When she arrived there she opened the fridge and looked around.
"Oh! Milk!" she exclaimed as she grabbed it.
She looked at it and realized that it had been spoiled for quite some time it was practically yellow…
"ewww…"
There was nothing else in the fridge…
She was feeling really thirsty now.
She began to wander around the house until she found herself in Ishin's room.
She had never been in here before. She looked around.
Rukia had expected it to be messier. But it looked as though most of the room was untouched…
The bed looked like no one had slept in it for a long time, this was further proofed by the blanket and pillow that were sprawled over the recliner in the corner of the room.
The room felt lonely.
Rukia looked at the desk on the other side of the room. On the desk sat a book that looked like it had been handled very thoroughly.
'Kurosaki san must read it quite frequently'
She moved over to the desk and picked up the book. She slid her hand over front and opened the cover. On the inside, written in neat hand writing, were the words;
'Journal of Kurosaki Masaki'
"This belonged to Ichigo's mother…" whispered Rukia.
Out of curiosity she flipped through some of the pages trying not to actually read them.
She still caught bits and pieces.
'My precious son…'
'…Always wants to hold my hand…'
'… the twins…'
'… goofy goat chin…'
Rukia arrived on the first bank page.
She was about to close the book when she noticed that there was some more writing on the inside of the back cover…
'Masaki, I'll always love you…. And don't worry, I don't blame our little boy…
Love,
Ishin'
Rukia quickly put the book down. She felt she would be crying if she wasn't already so thirsty.
She began to make her way out of the room, Feeling like she didn't belong in there.
She was about to exit when she spotted something.
Ichigo made his way down the street to his house. He had taken a bus back from the beach early so he could get away from his dad. He swore if he had to spend one more second with that stupid goat chin he would have gone ballistic. The idiot kept calling him a cheater if he so much as glanced in the direction of a girl.
"ICHIGO YOU BASTARD, YOU ALREADY HAVE RUKIA-CHAN!!!" he would yell with his stupid big mouth.
Ichigo sighed as he reached his house. He looked up at the starry sky shortly, before he entered the front door.
Ichigo looked around. It was dim most of the lights were off.
He flicked on the light and walked into the kitchen.
"Rukia?" he called.
There was no answer.
He began to search the house. Eventually he made his way upstairs.
"Rukia?" he called again.
"Ishiiigooo?" answered a slurred voice.
It came from the end of the hall.
He walked towards his dad's room and pushed open the door.
He saw Rukia laying sprawled on the floor with an old book in her hands.
….
He gaped at her. Frankly, she looked like crap. Her hair was mussed and she had bags under her eyes.
"What the hell? Rukia?" he asked.
She looked over at him slowly.
"Oh…. Ishigoo, you wash, was, a cwute baby…" Rukia slurred.
Ichigo rushed over to her.
"Hey what the hells the matter with you?" Ichigo demanded.
She pointed a wobbly finger to a discarded bottle on the floor.
"I wash, thushty so, so I drank ther water, and it burrneded…" she said
Ichigo picked up the bottle and inspected it. It said 'VODKA' in english letters.
Ichigo looked at her dumbfounded.
"How much of this did you drink?! THE WHOLE BOTTLE?!" he yelled.
Rukia nodded her head drunkenly wobbling a little.
Ichigo looked at the bottle and then back at the petite shinigami.
"Rukia! This is 90 Proof! You could have died from drinking this much alcohol!" He exclaimed
He picked her up and dragged her to the bathroom, where she promptly puked on him, herself, and the floor.
Ichigo groaned and left her in the bathroom for a moment. He returned topless with a new shirt for Rukia. He took off her soiled shirt and, while trying not to look too closely, replaced it with the new one.
He picked her up and carried her to his room, where he attempted to discard her on the bed.
But he couldn't get the now sleeping girl to let go of him. He sighed and decided to give up… he was tired too. He laid down on the bed with Rukia in his arms and drifted off to sleep.
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The next morning Rukia woke up slowly and opened her eyes to see that she was curled up against Ichigo. Although she was startled at first she recalled some of what happed the night before.
She sighed.
It wasn't so bad to wake up like this she thought.
That was, until she tried to sit up…
Her head felt like Kenpachi had slamed his sword into it repeatedly.
She yelped as she fell off the bed.
Rukia decided she would lay for a while…
The End.