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Paparazzi Incident
by kunoichi1409
Chapter Four – Little Gift for the Princess
one dark morning, she left without a warning
- I'm All Over It, Jamie Cullum
The first thing Kurosaki Ichigo did the next morning was squintting his eyes as the sunshine loomed over his eyes. Who was the one who open his curtain anyway? He was alone with Rukia yesterday. So it probably Rukia---
The thought of Rukia made him hurriedly sat up, looking around his own room only to find no presence of said midget. He glanced at the clock and it turned out to be 7.17 am.
"Rukia?" he said, rubbing the back of his neck and stood up, walking towards his kitchen. Who knew she might be there, making him a cup of coffee.
But what came up was the empty kitchen.
He grunted. Where was she?
He made his way to his living room and take a look at his hanger.
Rukia's santa coat was gone and her purse was leaving his coffee table.
She---left? But, why? We—holy shit, we didn't do anything! Why would she left? He thoght as he walked back to his bedroom and grabbed his iPhone. He called her number but it went to her voicemail.
"Hey, you've reached Kuchiki Rukia's number but I'm currently not available. Please leave a message after the beep." Her voice rang in his mind.
If Rukia left, she better had a good reason.
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I know that he left you in pieces
You know that I won't be that way
I'm not gonna treat you like he did
Oh, whatever it takes
You think history is repeated
You keep on pushin' me away
Oh, but nothing's gonna change
Waiting for yesterday
Shuuhei's voice could be heard from inside her bathroom. He showered himself while Rangiku was busy checking her security camera. They just had a party yesterday, who knew something happened?
Shuuhei walked outside the bathroom and grab a clean boxer—who knew where he got that—and a plain white V-neck t-shirt. He saw Rangiku inside a hidden room behind her bookshelf. He went to the kitchen and made two cups of coffee before storming through the hidden room.
"What is this?" he asked as he gave her her coffee and sat beside her. He could feel the smell of her just-got-out-from-shower hair and smirked. She looked so good in that thin nightgown she wore yesterday.
"My hidden room." She said without even looking at him. Hands busy checking a lot of videos.
He took a sip of his coffee and said, "I know. I mean, why in the world you have to have a hidden room inside your own home? You're not keeping a treasure here, are you?"
Rangiku chuckled. A treasure? He watched Indiana Jones too often. "Of course not, baka. Well, you see, I put some security camera and I just wanna check it."
"A security camera? For what?"
She looked like debating with her self before answering, "My ex is a total psychopath and I know he still into me and I just don't want him anymore in my life."
"Wow, hard to believe guys like that are still exist. You know—hey, hang on, Isn't that Rukia and Ichigo?" he pointed his finger to a video before them.
"Who?" Rangiku asked as she zoomed in the video and caught Rukia and Ichigo frenching each other.
Shuuhei let out his evil smirk to Rangiku and Rangiku could only laugh.
They both watched the video until Ichigo's and Rukia's ... activity was ruined by a sound BOOM.
"Duh, it seemed that we really ruined their moment." Said Rangiku as she swept a tear from her cheek.
Shuuhei chuckled, "We did the right thing, you know," Rangiku gave him a 'what-do-you-mean' look, "Who knew what would happen between them if we didn't stop them." He continued.
Oh man, to Shuuhei and Rangiku, this could be the perfect blackmail but if this video fell into Perez Hilton, it could be the carrer-wrecker for both Ichigo and Rukia.
Let us just hope this video was safe enough under the hand of Matsumoto Rangiku.
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Rukia let out an aggravation sigh. She ran out of her iPhone's battery and she was still far from her apartment.
"Something bothering your mind, Miss Kuchiki?" asked the long-white-haired cab driver. A baseball cap covering his eyes from her sight as his hands rested on the steering wheel.
Rukia smiled a little, "Nah, you took the word right off my mouth, Mister—"
"Ukitake. Jushiro Ukitake, Miss." Jushiro smiled, turning his body into her sight and offering her his rigth hand.
She shaked his hand lightly and then something hit her mind, "Hang on, you're not Ukitake Jushiro the author of 'Living a Live with a Broken Heart Inside', are you?"
He nodded, "Indeed I am, Miss."
She was sure as hell that if she was on top of an empty hill, she would scream outta happiness.
"Are you kidding me? You're like—God, you're my favourite author! Your book is sooo good I can't stop to read it over and over and over again!!"
"Miss Kuchiki..." he said with a deep voice, as if he was her professor who was ready to gave her a detention.
"Yes?"
Jushiro looked at her towards the small mirror inside his cab, "I became a cab driver only to hear people's story, to get more inspiration about what real life is about, not to hear what they think about my book..."
Rukia blushed a little, "Ah, pardon my reaction, Mr. Ukitake."
"It's okay, Miss Kuchiki. Now do you mind sharing your little story with me?"
Rukia thought for a while before answering, "Well, there's a guy..."
"Ah, to be young again." Jushiro said as the cab turned left, still far from her apartment and he drove slowly as if he wanted to hear Rukia's story until its end.
"We—we only met one month ago and you see, me being an actress get a little too close with an unknown guy will only turn into gossip."
"Being a public attention is never easy, Miss Kuchiki—"
"Rukia. Just call me, Rukia."
"Well, as I said, being a public attention is never easy. You have to give them what they want, have to smile even though you are so tired, have to look happy but inside you're hurt, and other stuff like that."
"That's right. And, well, last night we went to christmas party out friends hosted and things went—different."
"I take that as you and he had done something."
Rukia shook her head, "No, we didn't do anything. I mean, I spent the night at his place, yes, and oh please Mr. Ukitake, don't give me the look."
Jushiro chuckled, "No, Rukia. I never give someone the look. So, now let's say that you regret something happened last night?"
Rukia looked at him via the mirror again, "No, Mr. Ukitake, I just—I'm confuse. And I obviously feel a little guilty."
"Guilty?" he raised his eyebrows. They were now only five blocks away from her apartment.
"I—I left before he woke up."
"Why would you left?" the car still went slowly. The snow outside them seemed the one who led the way across the empty road. It was the day after Christmas Eve, people might be still busy with their own problem and not bother to come outside only to meet another snowy road of Tokyo.
"I left because of two conditions." She felt like she was being interogated by the cops.
"May I know what are those?"
"Well, as I told you before, I'm just confuse. Whether what we did is right or not, I'm still confuse. He's really attractive, yes, but we only met one month ago and I doubt that kind of relationship will survive. And second..."
Jushiro caught the worry expression as he turned right, drove towards Rukia's apartment's front door.
"There's a mysterious box addressed to me."
"A... mysterious box?" Jushiro asked, once again lifted his eyebrows.
They arrived at the front door and when Rukia handed him some money, he took it with a smile and said, "You have to be very careful, Rukia. Most jealous people are after celebrities' private life and the mysterious box proofs it."
Rukia smiled at him and replied, "Thanks for the ride and for listening, Mr. Ukitake. And for your advice, I'm always careful.. I'm not a Kuchiki for nothing."
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Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck was smart enough to enter the Tokyo University if she wasn't too eager of taking care of the family business. Though her parents kept on telling her that she wasted her 18 years of education by just being their apartment's manager in Tokyo—their business was a world-wide. She was now known as the youngest manager in entire Tokyo by the age of 21.
Her blue-green wavy hair was tied in messy ponytail and her hazel eyes skipped through the magazine before her. She was playing with her also messy bangs and checking funny videos on YouTube via her iPhone when she heard someone's light footsteps from the front door.
She was a funky and young manager—but she loved to spend her time with the reseptionist downstairs and had a chat with the people who lived at her apartment.
She looked up and walked towards said woman who just entered the apartment wearing that cute santa coat she had been willing to have even since she saw it.
"Rukia!" she said as she gave Rukia a bear hug and smiled.
"Hey, Nel." Rukia replied and her eyebrows furrowed. The morning after the Christmas Eve but this young manager had a full energy and morning's happiness?
She was sure an extraordinary one.
Rukia looked up, realizing the way Nel dressed today. A simple unbutton black coat who covered the edge of her plain cotton creamy brown mini dress. She wore the matching black cotton flat boots and an evil grin painted on her face as she let Rukia go.
"What is it now, Nel?" asked a curious Rukia. They both greeted the blushing bell boy and walked to the lift, heading to floor 14 where Rukia lived.
"The box that addresses to you...." her smirk grew larger as they walked inside, entwined her fingers, "is that from your lover?"
Rukia said nothing as they arrived at floor 14 and walked to room 114 as she took her apartment card out from her purse. When they walked inside, the said box was placed on top of her desk and a little note on it.
"Did you open the note?" asked Rukia, completely ignoring Nel's previous question.
Nel shook her head, giving her the look that said 'we-don't-open-notes-on-personal-boxes'.
Rukia hang her coat and put on her Chappy the Bunny sandals. She took the box and put in on her lap as Nel Tu went to the kitchen, made tea for them both.
Slowly, her hands opened the handwritting note and gasped. The box was quite small and even two of her Harry Potter collection won't fit inside. A red ribbon wrapped it neatly like a Christmas gift she got from Rangiku years ago and the note said,
This box is a special present just for you...
Open it on your birthday, my angel...
What the hell? She thought as Nel offered her a cup of tea and she put both the box and the note back to their place on the table.
"So, what's it?" Nel asked, took a sip of her tea and look at Rukia.
Rukia gave her the note and took her iPhone, looking for the battery charger.
"This can't be from Kuchiki-sama, right?" Nel asked, meeting the empty spot Rukia just sat on. "Rukia? Rukia?" she said again, stood up and walked towards Rukia's bedroom.
Inside, she found Rukia plugged in the charger and turned on her iPhone.
"I need to call Rangiku. I never good on things like mysterious box, you know."
Nel sat beside her on her queen sized bed and took a look around. "You still into the Chappy things? Jeez, you're older than me yet you still love that childish thing."
Rukia sent her a 'Chappy-is-awesome-and-everyone-has-a-right-to-love-it-so-stop-insulting-Chappy-or-that-will-be-your-last-word' glare.
You have 50 missed calls, 5 voicemails, and 20 unread messages.
"Wow, someone must be missing you," said Nel as she stood up and sat before the desk, turning Rukia's VAIO laptop on.
Rukia's attention was still on her phone as she listened to the first voicemail. It was, obviously, from Ichigo. But she doubted all of the voicemails and unread messages were from him.
"Rukia.... er, this is Ichigo. And I just wanna ask---fo, forget it.."
She raised her eyebrows, whatever happened to this guy?
She opened the other voicemail and it was from Ichigo again, "Er, sorry for the last message. I... DAMN IT, WOMAN, WHY DO YOU LEAVE?"
Both Rukia and Nel Tu gasped in shock when Ichigo's voice suddenly raised in a full annoyance.
"Who IS that?" asked Nel as she typed Rukia's twitter password.
Rukia glared at her and said, "Why do you have to open my twitter anyway? And how can you know my password?!"
An evil smirk painted on Nel's lips, "For goodness sake, Rukia. Ran-chan and I know that your password will always be lovechappy4ever. And you haven't answered my question yet. Who is that guy?"
Rukia sighed, Rangiku must be the one who told Nel since the woman was practically knew every little things about her, "That's Kurosaki Ichigo."
Nel swiftly twisted her position on her chair and her smirk—once again—grew larger, "And he is?"
"The guy I spent my Christmas Eve with." She said almost out of annoyance. There was no secret she could hide under Rangiku's and Nel's noses.
When Nel sent her a dirty glare, Rukia shouted, "We did not do that!"
Nel chuckled and back to Rukia's twitter page while Rukia listened to the rest of the voicemails and read the messages.
True enough, they were all from Ichigo.
Asking her the same question, Why do you leave?
She sighed again and called Rangiku's number when Nel said, "Look, Perez Hilton tweeted you and asked about the guy you hugged back then. Hmm, it's been a month but the gossip never went off. And I see you get more and more followers even since last month..."
Her words went on about Rukia and the guy while Rukia busy calling Rangiku.
Unfortunately, it went to her voicemail. She might be still have hangover or... busy with Hisagi-san, thought Rukia as she stood up and looked at her twitter page.
"Nel," she said, in a deep voice that could make the younger woman shivering as if she got hit by an angry snowy rain, "I don't wanna be famous by gossips. I wanna be famous because of my acting skill. My achievement as an actress. And trust me, if gossips will ever went off, it will be a true heaven for entertainer."
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Ichigo had neatly dressed in white polo t-shirt, black jeans, black coat, and a knitted multicolour thick shawl when he heard someone's knocking his door. He groaned and put his car key back to the table and walked in big steps. Whoever outside his door was ruining his perfect plan to go to Rukia's apartment and have some talk about her... disappearance from his apartment this morning.
He could hear 'ding' from his clock telling that it had been 12 pm when he opened his door and met face-to-face with none other than—
His stupid crazy and perverted Old Man.
Before he could say anything, his body was already hit the hard wall and somehow his face met the cold floor.
It was—obviously—something Kurosaki Isshin considered as a normal greeting from a father to his son.
Ichigo stood up, yelling at his old man, "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT, POPS? Is that how a dad suppose to greet his beloved son after the christmas eve?!"
Before Isshin could reply, came another voice that belonged to his 20-year-old little sister with a shoulder-lenght black hair, "Ichi-nii, don't curse in front of, Yuzu." Kurosaki Karin said as she crossed her hands and sat on Ichigo's comfy sofa.
"Karin-chaaaaaan........." their father was about to give Karin one of his 'father's hug' to Karin if she didn't kick him right in the face and made him flew across Ichigo's coffee table and hit the wall.
"Shut it, Pops. I'm confuse. We're the kids here but I see you act more childish than your own children." Continued Karin in her usual cold voice and Ichigo could do nothing but let out a proud smirk towards his sister. She still knows how to kick guys' asses, he thought.
"It's ok, Karin-chan," said Kurosaki Yuzu, the always-lovely brown-haired twins of Karin as she walked to Ichigo and hugged him, "Jinta curses a lot and I get used to it. Onii-chan can curse as much as he wants but I'm still keeping my words clean." She said as she hang her coat and unwrinkle her brown mini dress and unbutton her snow-printed grey cardigan.
"YOU STILL HANG OUT WITH HIM?!" asked Ichigo in a loud voice—Yuzu and Karin had to protected their own ears thanks to their older brother. He knew that Jinta and Ururu were accepted into Karakura University alongside Karin and Yuzu. And the adopted children of Kisuke and Yoruichi had a home near his former home.
"She has a boyfriend and you have a problem with that? Jeez, Ichi-nii, we're 20 and but you still treat us like a fragile and can't-do-anything-without-their-oh-so-cool-older-brother 5-year-old little sisters."
Sometime, Ichigo couldn't even win an argument with Karin.
Ichigo let out a deep breath and said, "I knew it. The moment I took you both to Urahara's and met that bastard Jinta was the biggest mistake in my life."
Yuzu blushed a little and walked to his kitchen.
"She's in love with him." said Karin after a good 10 seconds of silence filled his apartment.
Ichigo sat beside her and said, "I don't see what she finds in him. There are plently of better and less jerk guy out there but why she has to choose him?"
When he finally eyed her and saw her tomboy little sister wore a v-neck black t-shirt with the same knitted shawl he was wearing, his eyebrows furrowed. Those clothes were not Karin's style.
"Say," he started—with an evil smirk on his face—when Yuzu back with some tea for them and sat on the other side of Ichigo—he was trapped between his little sisters, "do you have a boyfriend, Karin?"
Both Karin and Yuzu choked on their tea and Ichigo was getting more suspicious. He was their older brother and he had all the rights to know who his little sisters was dating.
"That depends," replied Karin as she put her cup on the table and eyed Ichigo, "is Kuchiki Rukia your girlfriend, Ichi-nii?"
This time, Ichigo choked on his tea.
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Rangiku was busy checking the box on her lap. Her attention was full on it and she didn't even bother the fact that she got there wearing a tied coat and a flat boots while underneath it was nothing but a thin nightgown.
Guess who had the best night ever last night?
"Raaaaaaaaaaaan-chaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. . ." groaned Nel to caught Rangiku's attention.
Rukia looked at her then back to Rangiku when Nel continued, "Why are you wearing a nightgown inside your cooaaaaaaaaaaaat?" she asked in her little girl voice—although she had already known the answer the moment Rangiku stepped inside Rukia's apartment and opened her coat.
"Rukia, do you have a friend whose job is police?" asked Rangiku to Rukia, ignoring the hazel-eyed woman beside her.
Rukia thought for a moment. She had a lot of friends back in private high school but she never knew if any of them worked as a police.
"Why?" asked Rukia.
Rangiku sighed and sent a death glare to Nel who was now almost let out her fake-sobbing, "Because... I'm afraid we oughtta report this to police. Only if things get worse and whoever this guy is trying to—let's say, kidnap you, we have to make a move."
Before Rukia could answer, the song Never Say Die by YUI rang loudly from her iPhone inside her bedroom.
"It was probably Nii-sama. I should take it then." She said as she made her way to her bedroom.
She took her iPhone and looked at the Chappy drawing she made for everyone on her contact list. For her Nii-sama, Rukia drew a Chappy wearing a kenseikan and an Armani Suit. On second thought, she had no Chappy drawings of Kurosaki Ichigo.
Oh he would love her drawings so much when she showed it to him.
Back to her bedroom, Rukia simply said, "Good afternoon, Nii-sama."
"Rukia, I want you and Matsumoto and Nel Tu to join the Kuchiki's New Year's Party." Said Byakuya without another word. It was not an invitation, it was an order.
"Bu—but, Nii-sama—"
"You three will arrive at Kuchiki Manor at 9 pm. Use formal dress and do not come late. I won't consider any other reason for you to not come. I have given you a free time on Christmas Eve so you have to come."
"Y-yes."
"And, Rukia?"
"Yes, N-Nii-sama?"
"Don't bring that guy you hugged last month. Just go with Matsumoto and Nel Tu and I will introduce you to some noble guy that you will be marry in the future."
"Nii-sama! We've already talked about this! I decide whom I gonna marry. I thought we clear about that."
"Yes you will choose whomever you like to bear children with but it won't stop me to introduce you to some noble guys who, indeed, are worthy enough to be with you."
"And they'll all turn out to be some rich-jerk, Nii-sama. With all respect, I hung up."
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Grimmjow made his way towards the new bar, Arrancar, as he unzipped his coat. Tokyo just had to be in its worst season as the snowy rain and fast wind were blocking people from their normal activities for celebrating the New Year's Eve.
The bar was just opened one week ago but somehow it had been the coolest and most famous bar in the entire Tokyo. That made Kojima Mizuiro, the owner, always came with a big grin saying that the end of 2009 was his best year and he hoped 2010 would went better.
Grimmjow stepped inside, meeting the beautiful-freak bartender, Ayasegawa Yumichika, and said a simple 'Good evening'. That Yumichika always bugged him by saying how beautiful his blue hair was.
All he could do was sent the man a death glare if he heard him calling his name 'Grimmy'.
"You suck, Grimmy." Said Yumichika when Grimmjow stepped out from the locker room and arranging the bottles before him.
"What crap are you talking about, Yumichika?" asked him.
Yumichika still playing with his three-coloured eyebrows, "it's New Year's Eve and you're still working?"
"I don't see something wrong with that." He replied in dull voice, "And I see you're working too."
Before Yumichika could reply, there were footsteps approaching the bar with a lot of women gasped as if they just saw Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law dressed as Sherlock Holmes and dr. Watson walked towards them.
Both bartenders took a look to the footsteps' owner and smirked.
There, clad in similar black coat but different clothes underneath it were Kurosaki Ichigo and Hisagi Shuuhei.
They both walked to Grimmjow and Yumichika and ordered a champagne.
"May I take your coats, Sir?" asked Yumichika, batting his eyebrows to Shuuhei and Ichigo.
Both said nothing as Yumichika took their coats and his eyes widened as he eyed the guys' well-tonned bodies.
"Hisagi-kuuuuun.." said a brunette-haired woman flirtatiously towards Shuuhei. Her hand rested on his shoulder and her fingers played with his white belt-printed t-shirt. "Why don't we have a drink together and ditch this orange-haired weirdo guy?"
Ichigo raised his eyebrows. Orange-haired weirdo guy?
This woman was so opening her own door to hell.
Shuuhei turned to said woman and took her hand off of him. "Sorry, woman, this is my night with my best-friend," he glanced at a crowd of younger boys and girls behind them dancing and drinking and he could even see some of them making out in the corner, "and you can go back to that crowd." He continued as the woman left them with an angry look.
"Ichigo," he stared at his best friend and said with a deep voice as if he was saying something serious, "were you doing that with Rukia?"
Ichigo choked and a glass Grimmjow was holding fell onto the floor.
"So—sorry." Said Grimmjow as he excused himself to the locker room.
Ichigo glared at Shuuhei and said, "What kind of question is that?"
"Just answer me," replied Shuuhei as he sipped his drink slowly, "Me and Rangiku knew what you two were enjoying back on Chirstmas Eve. Sorry to interrupt anyway."
"We didn't do anything." Said Ichigo a second later, not bother to look at Shuuhei as he drank his drink again.
"You guys didn't?! Man, what a shame! It's like you got the chick on your hand and you did nothing?!"
Ichigo finally looked at him, "I ain't a guy like you, dude. I'm clean."
Shuuhei chuckled, "No, dude, you're hopeless. So what happened the next day?"
"She left. And I hadn't called her yet since my family's here and they kept on separating me from my iPhone."
"And she hadn't called you too?"
"Nope."
"You suck."
Ichigo chuckled, "Yes, I am."
"I mean, I got the mana—"
His words were cut off as his BlackBerry Bold buzzing inside his jeans' pocket. He put his glass and took out his phone, seeing 'Shiba Kukkaku' on its screen.
"What is it, Kukkaku?" asked Shuuhei and Ichigo ordered more drink to the blue-haired bartender.
"We get a problem, Shuuhei," replied Kukkaku in a serious voice, "Kira's in the hospital. He will recover in 6 months or so that Ishida guy said. We need to find a new first assistant director a.s.a.p."
"What happened to him?"
"Dunno, anyway, I gotta go, Ganju's makin' fun of Miyako again. Bye."
Shuuhei hang up the phone and sighed. Kira Izuru was in hospital?
"What's it now?" asked Ichigo, "Something about your movie?"
"Izuru's in the hospital," replied Shuuhei as he ordered another drink to Grimmjow, "I gotta find a new first assistant director. Jeez, what a pain in the ass."
When the bartender came with his order, he said, "Urm, sorry to interrupt but I can help you."
Shuuhei raised his eyebrow, "And who might you be?"
The blue-haired bartender offered Shuuhei his hand and the director shook it lightly, "My name is Grimmjow Jeagerjaques and I'm graduated from Movie School back in France. I can be your first assistant director."
"I have no time left, just give me your number and I'll call you later."
When Grimmjow gave his number and the sound of thousand fireworks could be heard from outside telling them that it was already 00:01, Shuuhei said, "Welcome to the movie production of Dark Princess."
Only God knew what would happened to all of them in the beginning of January 2010.
---
Two women were tiredly threw themselves upon Rukia's bed. It was 2 am in the morning and they just came home from the Kuchiki New Years Party.
"You never told me that Gin will be there, hon," said Rangiku as she stood up and unzipped both her knitted bowie blazer and her black cocktail dress, "I don't wanna meet him anymore and he kept on staring at me like I'm his prey or something," she took her PJs from her gym bag and walked towards the bathroom, "It freaked me out."
Rukia sighed and untied the white belt that wrapped around her long black cardigan. She hang her ruffled little white dress back to its place and took her Chappy the Bunny tank-top along with a baggy white trouser from her closet.
Tonight had been a long night for both of them. Nel was lucky enough since she went with her boyfriend to celebrate New Years Eve in Lombok, Indonesia. Nel got a chance to see the beautiful beach there while Rukia and Rangiku had to stuck with a lot of rich men and women who busy talking about business and politics.
What a wonderful New Years Eve.
"We should open the box." Said Rangiku as she stepped out from the bathroom and heading to the living room. "You still keep it, right?"
Rukia only nodded as Rangiku took the box out from one of her cabinet and unwrapped the red ribbon.
When she opened out the so-called present, she screamed.
Rukia hurriedly ran from her bedroom to Rangiku and also screamed her lungs out when she saw the present.
It was a mini-doll version of herself wearing the costume she wore as Erza Egniel and its body was wrapped tightly by chains from shoulders to her waist. The doll version of herself was smiling but it eyes were dull—did doll have an emotion?—and there were two drops of blood-tears from the eye. It hands were handcuffed by a little handcuffs—was there even a manufacturing factory that manufactured a mini handcuffs?
Rukia took the doll from Rangiku who was still breathing hard as if she was just escaped from an angry zombie and noticed another note wrapped its leg. She took it and gasped, the note was written in blood. It made her body trembling in fear and it said, 'you're mine, Kuchiki Rukia'.
After Rangiku got back to her sanity, she threw the doll far from them and said with a serious tone, "I ask you again, do you have a friend whose job is cop or detective? This is a serious matter, Rukia. We can't just sit and do nothing."
"I-I think I have one. I'll find my High School's Year Book first so I can contact him."
Rangiku wasted no time and quickly followed Rukia as the tiny woman made her way to her bedroom.
She took out her Year Book and search for 'Abarai Renji' and swiftly took her iPhone and called the number.
Renji, I hope you still remember me. I need your help.
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His lips hungrily attacked her white neck as her hand dove into his thick red hair. Her head titled back and met the hard and cold window of the back of his personal car. When she felt his hand went to unbuttoned her white shirt, she twisted their positions so now she was on his lap.
"Not yet, Renji." Tatsuki said with a kind of tone she would use only to him and not to other people.
The red-haired guy groaned and hardly melded their lips together. Her hands circled themselves to his neck and he slid his hands under her shirt. She chuckled between the kiss and push herself closer to him. The car just outside her home was rocking back and forth thanks to their ministration.
"Let's go to your room." Said Renji when he stopped the kissing to a woman above him. She just smiled and when she was about to grab her bag—still on his lap—she could feel two arms held hers.
She looked at Renji who said, "I think here would work too..."
In a mere second, she was laying on her back in the back of his car and he was hovering her. An evil smirk on his face as he once again dove into her already swollen lips and he could see that Tatsuki was smiling out of happiness for having himself on New Year's Eve and outside their job as a detective.
"Tatsuki," he began as he took a deep breath and looked at her eyes, "I lov—"
Their attention was ruined by his phone's ringtone.
Whoever it is, I'm gonna kill 'em, thought Renji as he hopped off of her and took his phone from the dashboard.
"Who is it?" asked Tatsuki as she sat beside her now-lover.
Renji showed her the unknown number on his phone's screen and answered it, "Hello?"
"Renji? Is that you?"
"Who is this?"
"It's Kuchiki Rukia."
The moment he heard the word 'Rukia', his mind flashed before his eyes. He remembered his tiny childhood friend who always kicked his ass. He smiled to himself—not realizing the fact that Tatsuki was beside him, and forgetting his plan to kill whoever interrupted his perfect plan.
"Hey, Rukia. It's been a long time." He said.
"Renji, I know it might be odd since I suddenly call you after all these years, but I... need your help."
"What happens?" his voice became anxious and Tatsuki raised her eyebrows.
"I got this mysterious box that freaked me out. Can you come to my apartment?" he studied her worried voice.
It was his opportunity to meet his old friend so why bother to waste it?
Renji looked at Tatsuki and said, "We'll be there tomorrow."
"We?" asked Rukia out of curiosity.
"My partner, Arisawa Tatsuki and I. Just e-mail me your address. We'll be happy to help you. See you tomorrow."
With that, Renji hang up the phone and turned his body to Tatsuki, "We're not done yet, Tats."
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The next day, casually dressed in casual clothes instead of their usual cops' uniform, Renji and Tatsuki arrived at Rukia's apartment. The moment Rukia opened the door, Renji gave her a bear hug and put his hand on top of her raven hair as if she was his little sister.
"You've grown a few inches, Rukia." he said as Rukia offered both the detectives drinks and Rangiku came with the box.
Tatsuki was the one who act like the professional detective, "So, Kuchiki Rukia, you are hereby asking a help from us. Now, tell me the details of the problem you are currently in."
Rangiku and Rukia sat down and the manager replied, "I'm Matsumoto Rangiku, Rukia's manager. And on December 26th, there was a mysterious box addressed for Kuchiki Rukia telling her to open it on her birthday."
"January 14th." Said Renji as he looked at Tatsuki.
"But we both got a little curious about the box and yesterday, on January 1st," Rangiku took a deep breath, "we opened it."
Rukia took the box from Rangiku and unwrapped the red ribbon. She showed it to the detectives and Tatsuki gasped in horror.
She was never dealing with this kind of case before. But there was always a first in everything, right?
Just when Tatsuki about to say something, Renji interrupted, "You have a sick psycho fan, Ru."
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A/N : yeeah hello people. and yeah yeah i know i haven't updated in about 3 weeks or so. sorry. school has been totally crazy and i also have so many assignments to do—gosh i really wish that my time to choose Humanities as my major in High School is sooner. (fyi, in Indonesia, you have to pick a major you will take in the end of your 10th grade year. this will be your major until you're graduate in 12th grade)
well, i know i put some new characters here but they won't really have a big part anyway haha. it won't hurt to have the kurosakis and yeah yeah i know renji and tatsuki are too OOC. anyway, is the gift rukia got a little bit spooky? i've tried my brain out to find out what should rukia gets but then this idea just pops out in my mind. and yeah, grimmjow enters the movie production, can you guess what will happens? teehee.
i think this story will ends in chapter 8 or so.
so yeah, 4 chapters to go for me. i get this 4-days vacation due to the upper-classmen' try out thing-y before their national exam in my school. i'll try to finish this story next week—only if i'm not too busy playing playstation or queue myself up to watch percy jackson and the lightning thief and valentine's day in the cinema.
or if i'm not too busy making one-shots and drabbles.
i actually wrote this chapter since january this month, so sorry if this is a out-of-season fanfic. teehee.
well, until next chapter :)
toods,
kunoichi1409
p.s the song hisagi sang is Waitin' for Yesterday by David Archuleta.