Drabble 4:
Title: The Way to Rukia's Heart is Through Her Stomach
Words: 445
Authors: Mizu and The Rose Society
"Ichigo..."
Silence.
"Ichigo..."
Groan.
"ICHIGO!" He'd definitely heard her. No doubt even the neighbors heard her. He wouldn't be surprised if even the building next to them heard her. Regardless, he was determined to keep his eyes shut. 'For the love of god, woman, it's the third time this evening already!' he thought, refusing to get up again to satisfy her next request. At first they were amusing, but waking up every two hours was really pushing it.
"...You better be sick or dead," she said venomously. "...because I want grilled mackerel with sweet azuki bean paste, and I want it now."
Ichigo bit his pillow, either to push back his urge to scream in frustration or to stop the bile rising in disgust, he couldn't decide. He seriously contemplated feigning sickness or death but another slender and bony finger poking at his ticklish spot made him jerk onto all fours.
"Glad to see you are still alive, HUSBAND," bit out the smirking woman next to Ichigo. "I'm hungry."
The furrow between Ichigo's brows got even deeper. "Rukia, look at these bags under my eyes," said the orange haired man as two long fingers pointed at said bags. "I didn't even have these at finals. I got them over break. And why? Because just tonight, you've wanted grilled mackerel with sweet azuki bean paste, unagi on top of green tea ice cream, and tofu and marshmallows. This past week, it has been honeydew tempura, beef tripe in strawberry sauce, and roe topped chocolate cake. No one in Karakura-cho makes such disgusting things."
Rukia glared at her offending husband. Ichigo could feel her considerable reiatsu rising. Uh oh...he was about to meet Death in an all out battle royale. But Ichigo knew no fear. He had faced Zaraki Kenpachi, stared down Kuchiki Byakuya, fought countless Arrancars, Hollows, and defeated Aizen Sousuke. Surely his wife would be no problem to deal with. Turning over, Ichigo flopped onto his back, head on the pillow, ready to resume sleep, confident in his victory. Unfortunately, he cracked open one brown eye in order to gloat. It was all over.
Deep azure eyes filled with unshed tears entered his sight. Ichigo shot up like a spring, back to the wall, as far away from the bed as possible. There, seated so daintily, was his evil wife, her legs tucked to the side, her face averted, a handkerchief in hand as she wiped at the corners of her eyes. "I can't believe you would say that! Here I am, carrying your unborn child, merely asking for some sustenance and you refuse. I gave up the luxury of the Kuchiki compound to live in a tiny Karakura-cho apartment with you. I gave up seeing Renji, my brother, and all my friends on a daily basis to be stationed here with you. I..."
Ichigo hung his head. "All right, woman. I'll call Inoue up. She'll probably have that stuff."
Rukia grinned.
"At least she isn't asking me to go fish up the mackerel and harvest the beans myself…" Ichigo sighed, getting up to change his clothes. "The things I do for my wife," he muttered, feeling an odd mixture of tenderness laced with irritation.
"Come back soon darling!"
"Yeah yeah, one grilled mackerel with sweet azuki bean paste coming right up."
"Extra sweet azuki bean paste, please!"
Sigh.
"Ok, extra sweet azuki bean paste."
To be continued.