All before 8 am...
Ichigo closed his door as he left. This was becoming the worst weekend of his life. And this was coming from a guy who fought arrancars, espada, hallows, went through hours of training , lost his mom, and has a demon inside of him. All those added up couldnt equal or come close to being worse than this. He grumbled and walked down the stairs,
"Ichii-nii?" Yuzu was cleaning dishes. "Are you okay?" She dried her hands and walked to ichigo
"Im, im fine Yuzu." Ichigo scratched the back of his head. "Just going for a walk. Ill uh, ...be back in a bit." He tried to leave but her hand found his forehead. He waited.
"Okay ichii-nii... becareful." Yuzu tried her best to smile and hide her worry, she turned back to her pile of nasty looking dishes.
Ichigo opened the door and walked out letting it close on its own.
So king, where are we going today
Ichigo didnt reply. He stayed quiet, his mind was empty. And. Hopefully it would stay that way, atleast for the time being.
King dont ignore me
'Im not' he thought irrated. Ichigo walked down the street with his hands down his pockets and his shoulders slumped. 'I just need quiet, do you mind'
Hichigo snickered Teh cant blame ye king after the night we had, ye need to get yer head straight
Ichigo nodded, for once him and his hallow were on the same page
That way when ye take yer queen to yer chambers , ye can make her yer horse
Ichigos eyes widened 'Shut up, dont think about rukia that way you bastard!' He tried walking faster, maybe he could leave the voice in his head behind if he walked fast enough. 'I just want quiet'
Teh, king ye sure do bitch alot
Ichigo took a deep breath, finally he could just rela-
"KUROSAKI -KUN!"
His eyes shut, his heart rate increased, but it wasnt the good kind of increase, it was the annoyed increase. His knuckles clentched, this was insane. He wanted quiet and he gets Marry Poppins with orange hair.
"Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime smiled widely and ran up to ichigo.
He sighed"Inoue."
"Oh kurosaki-kun, you look so tired." She eyed him.
Gee, thanks. Ichigo just nodded, he was to tired to move his mouth
"Well if your tired i can bring you some tea, OH! I just made fish salad with barbeque sauce and a hint of brown sugar! I can bring you that if you would like."
Ichigo was horrified. A combination of food like that! It was the most utterly disgusting thing to imagine. But ichigo kurosaki found it better to say no politely and not comment on how gross Orihime's food always looked smelled and tasted.
"No, i uh..i just ate."
Orihime nodded. "Oh, ofcourse kurosaki-kun." Her smiled was gone, but there wasnt any sign of frowning. This girl was a strange creature.
"Yeah, maybe next time."
Tehh unlikely, her food is nothing but garbage. I wouldnt eat it if yer life depended on it king
Ichigo rolled his eyes 'thanks asshole'
"Kurosaki-kun, i wanted to ask you something, last night, when you came for tatsuki, did..did you really want to see her?" Orihimes eyes grew bigger and her hands twisted the scarf around her neck.
Ichigo scratched his head, why did he always do that? His hand retreated back into his pockets.
"Uh, yeah? Why else would i go over there?"
Yeah, cause ye aint gettin' none of this king . Ichigo ignored hichigos rude and true comment
"Oh, i just thought-" She began
Ye thought king was gonna take yer innocence
'Shut up! I wouldnt ever consider orihime' Ichigo paused 'I DONT want her that way, i Wont ever want her that way' He bit his toungue holding back a outburst.
"And kuchiki-san is a wonderful girl, but-"
But im a idiot and we should hook up
Ichigo rolled his eyes. Stupid hallow.
"We-"
We are perfect ill be yer queen and yer my king
'Shut up!' Ichigo suddenly noticed something, disturbing, yet funny.
Oh ichigo, i love you dump kuchiki-san for me ill beg for ye. Hichigo's voice grew high-pitched as he tried mimicing Orihimes voice.
Ichigo's lips twitch , he wanted to laugh. But he would only look insane. This was comedy. Orhimes mouth continued to chatter away, but instead of her high lively voice, ichigo could only hear Hichigo mocking her.
"Kurosaki-kun, would you want to go out with me sometime?" Orihime moved closer.
Ichigo was frozen. Did she just ask him out? He felt like a idiot. His mouth was open, but he didnt realize it til orihime tried to look cute as she pushed his chin up closing his mouth for him.
... say no, this bitch aint queen material
Orihime moved a little closer. Ichigo backed up. He didnt want to be so close to a girl who he caught following him at some point in his highschool life.
"Inoue, I... your a nice girl, but...I dont want to go out with you. Im sorry." Nice? Yeah. Honest? He was, and the truth hurts but so does lieing about your feelings.
"Oh," Orihimes eyes slowly gathered water. "I, i understand Kurosaki-kun." A tiny waterfall washed down her cheecks. "I hope Kuchiki-san," Her crying grew harder and she hiccuped "I hope, she l..loves you back!" Orihime covered her eyes and cried even harder.
"Inoue! Dont." Ichigo was nervous, she was crying hysterically infront of him. And strangely , he wanted her to stop but didnt want to hug her and comfort her. "Dont cry inoue."
She sniffled some more. "I have to go." Orihime turned around and jogged down the street. Her crying grew louder even though she moved farther and farther away.
Ichigo was still in shock, but after the wave of shock past, he felt the tsunami of jerk wash over him. Ichigo wasnt good at being honest. He upset two girls in one day. It was awfully quiet, he lifted his head to find people staring at him. What were they thinking? Were they thinking thats the guy who made the pretty girl cry? Did they wonder who he was. RETREAT!
Swiftly ichigo ran back to his home. Home with rukia, and his sisters, and his lunatic dad.
Ichigo ran in. Slammed the door shut. He glanced at the clock. 7:59, great he managed to eat and make two girls cry, all before 8 am, thats a worlds record in his book. But ichigo had no time to thing about the past that so dreadfully bit him in the ass. So he ran up the stairs. And into the bathroom.
Ichigo frowned , maybe a nice hot shower would put him in a better mood. Maybe.
15 Minutes later
Ichigo turned off the shower. Surprisingly , it did help. The pain in his chest was gone and his eyes werent as achy as before. This could be the upside to his day. Ichigo reached for his towel, as he adjusted it around his waist he realized. Where were his clothes? He hadnt grabbed any when he came back inside.
Perfect. Just fucking perfect. Atleast he rememebered to grab a towel. Ichigo grumbled and opened the bathroom door. The hallway was . He walked into his room. The door was open? When he walked in rukia caught an eye-ful.
She was sitting on his bed with a pad of note paper and her head lifted when he walked in. She stared. Her eyes darted around his body, first they found his eyes, then abs then hair. It was orange and very unsual, but she figured thats why she liked it. Her face was getting hot so she looked down at her note pad.
"Ichigo, .." Your so hot please forgive me. Im so sorry. "..." Her mouth had opened. But she decided against speaking.
"Rukia, please.. get out of my room." He regretted saying it. He regretted everything he had down since this day began. But you cant take back words once they have been said. It just doesnt work that way. His eyes fell to the floor. He was standing in his doorway with nothing but a towel in, he was indeed humiliated.
Rukia stood up and placed the note paper on the bed. "Okay ichigo." Once she was gone curiousity took its hold on ichigo. What had she been writing? He must know. Ichigo dressed himself quickly. Jeans, a red shirt, nothing fancy, but he wanted to see that note! He picked it up.
Dear ichigo,
He flipped the page. Thats it? Ichigo was disappointed.
King just go to ye queen... kiss her on the neck then let yer hands move along her body
'Shut up!' Ichigo placed the notepad on his desk. There had to be a better place then this. If only he could turn back time , and sleep!
Ichigo layed himself down on his bed angerly.
xxxx
Isshin poked his head into ichigos room. He hadnt been eavesdropping, he just heard enough to put the peices together. But in this case, he couldnt finish the puzzle without the other 299 peices. He sighed. He never had this problem with Masaki, Isshin loved her and told her from the begining, never did he hide his feelings. But why ichigo was trying to surcure himself from rukia, it made no sense.
"Oh masaki, our son is growing up." He half smiled. Ichigo, and rukia... it was a nice ring to it. "Dont worry masaki, our son is struggling now, but maybe a little push in the right direction will help him out." Isshin grinned. Ichigo and rukia... they just needed dad to help them move along. This would be good. In HIS opinion.
