Disclaimer: I do own Bleach 3 Tite Kubo does, and he rocks at it O:
Alright. Sorry I haven't been uploading. I've been sick.. I have to re..gain my singing voice back so I can sing the National Anthem and my school's volleyball game.. and worst of all.. My best friend told me he's been sick for 2 weeks, and he might not make it out of an ilness he has. He said that there's about a 25% chance of dying and a 75% chance of living. Last time I talked to him online was.. about a week ago, and yes. I am getting extremely worried. Ah.. I met him on this chat thing. We call him Ven. So.. I'm pretty worried right now.
Anyway.. Uhm.. This is basically about Ichigo and Rukia talking this out about the upcoming events and Rukia settling in- Why do I feel like I'm spelling settling wrong? Settling.. :/ Annnnyway.. And Rukia settling in with the Kurosaki's once more. Now, I hope this works, Because: 1. I have Writers Block, and I haven't even beek writing for a week. 2. My typing skills are backfiring at meh~ annnd 3. This is the end of the second quarter, which means I have a LOT of stuff to do. 2 Uploads a week. Happy I have you guys~! Luff you..
Song listened to while writing this chapter: E.T Katy Perry
Chapter 4: Settling In~
Ichigo groaned to his dissmay as the bright sun lit his room. It was a sunny Saturday morning and all Ichigo wanted was to sleep in. But of course, it was always the opposite. Rolling over in the opposite direction of his window, tangled in sheets and blankets, he fell flat on the floor.
"..The fuck!- Damnit.." He got up, untangling himself from the mess of blankets, re-placing them back on his bed. Scowling, he walked over to his closet. "Midget.. wake up." He whispered. But all he heard was the soft, even breathing of Rukia's sleeping body. "Oi.. Midget! I said wake up!" He repeated, knocking on the closet softly three times. This time, He earned was a small, irratated groan. "Damnit Midget! Get out of- GAH!" Ichigo met Chappy pillow to his face at a wild force, knocking him backwards onto the floor.
"What the hell was that for?" He held up the Chappy pillow, waving it around in the air angrilly.
"Can't a girl get some sleep! You know I'm not a morning person dumbass!" Rukia scolded him, shooting a quick glare his way. But that couldn't stop her from laughing when she saw the strawberry's orange mane out of control. Orange spikey tuffs going seperate ways, his grey shirt at an odd angle, clinging to his body in a wrinkled position, His pajama pants hanging from his hips, twisited around, and last, the perfect touch.. his scowl! It was placed perfectly on his face, adding the.. backround to the whole situation.
Rukia was practically crying from laughing so hard. The boy looked like a complete mess!
"Oh yeah midget? You should see your messed up reflection in the mirror~" Ichigo retorted, replacing his scowl with a smug smirk.
"I bet I don't look as bad, Strawberry" She hopped out of his closet, and walked across the hall to the bathroom.
Following behind, Ichigo stood behind her while she looked in the mirror. "I can't help it! I was sleeping in that cramped up closet. Of course I'm a mess!" She came up with a quick excuse. But Ichigo didn't buy it. "Tch. You've been sleeping in that closet for the longest time before, and your hair was never as wild as it is now. You expect me to believe that?" Ichigo chuckled as Rukia brushed her hair tame, only having Ichigo ruffle it back up again.
"Idiot! What did you do that for?" She frowned, running the brush back through her hair.
"Ah.. no reason in specific. You're still my midget,and I gotta deal with that." Ichigo smiled.
"And what was that supposed to mean?" Rukia looked up.
Ichigo smiled, wrapping his arms around the smaller girl's waist, resting hid head on hers. "Oh nothing.. just that I'm not letting you go anywhere weither you like it or not."
"Baka.." Rukia murmered, smiling softly.
"You know you love it~" He chuckled under his breath.
"Yeah, yeah. We know. Now I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat!"
Walking dowstairs, both teens walked into the kitchen. It was 8:45 a.m and No one else was awake, except for the two teens.
"Ichigo, where's the pancake mix?" Rukia looked up at him, as she shifted her weight against the counter.
"In the pantry- Woah hoh hoh.. Huh uh. You are not cooking!" Ichigo looked down at her, shaking his head.
"Why not?" Rukia asked, folding her arms across her chest. "That's totally not fair!"
"Yeah.. well last time you tried cooking, you almost killed-" Ichigo looked down at Rukia, furrowing his brows as he grabbed a pan from the cabinet.
"Wanna finish that sentence?" Rukia asked, twirling a spatula in hand.
"Ah, you're violent midget." Ichigo shot a small glare her way as she got the pancake mix and some chocolate chips out of the pantry.
"I said you aren't cooking." Ichigo said, reaching over to grab the ingrediants. But Rukia turned around, shaking her head.
He reached one arm over her, the other one gripping a firm grab around her waist. She squirmed, trying to get free from Ichigo's grip. But she couldn't.
"Ahhaha! Ichigo! S-Stop! I mean it! Stop you Fo- Ahh!" Rukia squirmed even more, now that Ichigo was tickling her. She dropped the pancake mix and chocolate chips, causing Ichigo to smile in response.
He let go of her, grabbing the supplies. "Hah! I won- goddamnit!" He bent down in pain, holding his knee. He just recieved a nice kick in the shin. "Idiot! It's not over yet!" Rukia smirked, sticking her tongue out at him.
Her recovered his posture, and shot a small, quick, glare at the raven-haired girl. "You sure about that, chibi?" he replied in question.
"Oh, I'm beyond positive- HEY!" she felt an empty space in her hands, where the mix used to be. She looked up to see Ichigo holding the mix once more, causing her to frown. He had a satisfied smile on his face, looking down at Rukia.
"I think this battle was already won." He raised an eyebrow at her, seeing her begin to pout.
"You are an evil strawberry, you know that?" Rukia shook her head, watching him open the mix. He smirked. "W-What are you planning to do..?" Rukia cocked an eyebrow, taking a small step backwards.
"Oh, you're about to find out, my little chibi~" Ichigo responded, his voice slightly deepening when he said, my little chibi.
"Your little chibi?" She repeated, "What makes you think you own me- what the hell?" She watched Ichigo reach into the bag of pancake mix, and pull out the soft, white, powder. "Don't.. you.. dare!" Rukia took another small step back. But that didn't stop Ichigo from simply blowing the powder in her face.
"Oops.. sorry.." Ichigo's smirk deepened as he said this sarcastically, chuckling in response to her annoyed, irritated face.
"Oh, it's on strawberry!" Rukia shook her head, her smirk deepening as well.
"Karin-Chan.. do you hear that?" Yuzu sat up in bed, looking at her twin sister, rubbing her eyes.
"It's just Ichi-nii and Ruki-nee. Go back to bed Yuzu-Chan. We don't have to wake up until twelve for soccer practice.." Karin rolled over, snuggling closer into the blankets as Yuzu lied back down.
"But Karin-Chan.. what if something's wrong? What if they broke something.. or worse.. what if they're doing something..?" Yuzu sat up quickly once more.
"Relax. It's not like they're having sex right in the middle of the kitchen.." Karin sighed.
"Karin-Chan! You shouldn't say such things! That's disgusting!" Yuzu shook her head, hugging her pillow, "I'm going to get Otou-san."
"If you squirt that on me, I swear to god-" "Too late!" Rukia smiled, as Ichigo was alreast coveres in powder, chocolate chips, and the newly applied brown sticky substance known as.. chocolate syrup.
"You're soo going down midget!" Ichigo shook his head, walking closer to the strawberry syrup, chocolate chip, pancake mix-covered shinigami. Yet she had tripped him, causing him to fall backwards.
He grabbed her arm, Rukia falling with him. Rolling over, he pinned both wrists to the floor securely, his body hovering over her small, petite frame.
"Any last words, Kuchiki-Chan?" He asked, smirking down at her.
"Oh yes, of course." She smiled innocently at him. What she didn't notice was how close their bodies were, and how his face was a mere 6 inches from hers. "Never, ever underestimate a Kuchiki, Strawberry." She plucked a chocolate chip out of his orange tuffs, and slid it down the chocolate syrup on his face for an extra dose of sugar. She popped it into her mouth, and shook her head to the negative. "Needs more Strawberry.."
Ichigo freed one of her wrists and slid his finger down the side of her face, as it became covered in strawberry syrup. "Needs more.. Chibi magic." Ichigo smiled.
"MY BOYS FINALLY MADE A MOVE! ISN'T THIS GREAT YUZU?" A happy, cheerfully loud voice came from the kitchen door frame.
"Oyaji! Ichi-nii's growing up! This is Bad!" Yuzu flailed.
Ah, I tried. xD Adding fluff was fun. You'll get more, I promise! In the next chapter, definantly! 3 Kay, thanks for reading! Luff yew!
Baiiiii
-Kaii
