Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Someone else did. I did check my bank account past ten years ago, sadly, I'm broke and I can never ever buy the rights for Bleach. So, don't sue me.
Pairings: Ichimaru Gin x Matsumoto Rangiku, Kurosaki Ichigo x Kuchiki Rukia, and many more to come (I think…)
Author's Note: I'm not good in English. Basically, my grammar sucks and so does my spelling (sometimes). Please forgive me for the errors. I will do my best to correct them and you can tell me the mistakes and on how to improve them. I know I'm not updating for a long time (again, forgive me), I'm most probably lazy (20 percents), no inspiration (70 percents) or very very busy (10 percents). I'm trying (trying, okay), to write longer and longer and longer. So, don't be upset. –grins-
Forced into Love
"Bow!"
"Walk straight, yes, straighten up your lazy spinal cord!"
"No sake in the middle of evening tea, Lady Ichimaru!"
"No! It's not like that! Like this! THIS!"
Whack! "Do not day dreaming!"
"No cursing, Lady Ichimaru! Especially using that forbidden word!"
This is how it feels to be in hell. The agony, tortures and the worst of all, a noble petite lady with fake kind and innocent face a.k.a The Merciless Beast, who was now standing in front of her with determined eyes while her fingers tapping softly the small corner table beside her.
Crap.
For the past three hours, sharp at 8 o'clock in the morning mind you, she had done nothing but her good manners practices. Bowing, 'handkerchief thingy', laughing politely (the scary way like an old witch), handling tea cups, tracking down the newest gossips (what the hell she is? A gossip hunting dog?!) and speaking using good words. Dear Lord, there's another three days to go through this and she was getting tired and bored with all this stupid mess. There was no fun at all for the past ten days and it makes Ichimaru Matsumoto Rangiku a miserable, dull and frustrated wife. Yet, a certain someone did enjoy this.
"Go, go, Chappy! Muahahaha!" a shrilled voice echoed in the room.
Sigh.
Deciding to make use of her rare break time, Rangiku quickly drew out a bottle of sake under the table she currently sat and managed to take a sip. Yum, it's been a long time. She took another sip and sigh contentedly. This is the sweetest hell, sake that is.
She let her mind flew away, flipping through her childhood memoirs and suddenly it stopped at a certain memory, her mother who she had once loved dearly (that's a very long time ago), whom she had admired when she was nothing but just a toddler. Her mother, as far as she could remember, was a beautiful young lady with fiery wavy red hair like hers (A/N: It's red, right?), pale flawless skin and soft green blue eyes. She had loved her the most, more than her father, more than anything in her life, so why? Why she had left her in the middle of night, in the arms of her secret lover? Was he more important than me, mama?
Rangiku shut her eyes close, breathing in and out slowly. She remembered, the next day was a total chaos at Matsumoto's residence. Maids running around, everyone shouting her mama's name. She was upset of course, no one had paid six years old Matsumoto Rangiku any attention. She was puzzled when her father had hugged her, muttering words of comfort and sometimes cursing her mother's name. Angry at her father's words, she had scolded him, for saying bad things toward her mama, her angelic mama. Just how wrong she was back then.
Flashback…
In the large spring garden at the Matsumoto's residence, a red-haired woman sat under the shed of Sakura trees, laughing softly as she watched a younger version of her jumping happily, following Mr. Green Froggie's back. Then a loud splash can be heard, and the so called Mr. Green Froggie disappeared in the water, leaving an annoyed girl behind, fuming.
"Mama, Mr. Froggie no fun!" she mumbled, kicked a stone near her and yelped in pain.
Worried, the woman went to her daughter side, checking for any serious injuries and she found none. Just a simple bruise. She sighed in relief.
"Ran-chan, what mama said about kicking things?" she asked softly, faking a stern look in her face. Rangiku fumed again.
"Rule 45, young lady no kicking! But mama, kicking fun!" trying to prove her point, she kicked the same rock again, harder this time. However, she ended up screaming in pain.
"Ran-chan!" the woman scolded, checking her daughter again.
"Ne, mama?" the girl called mother with a timid voice.
"What is it, Ran-chan?"
"Mama, mama, Ran like mama the most! More than Rui and Papa" she smiled and hugged her mother tightly, winced a little at the pain on her toes.
"Mama love you too, sweetheart and who is this Rui person, Ran-chan? Your secret lover perhaps?" the woman teased, hugging back the tired child.
"No, mama! Rui a friend! Only friend!" she screamed and giggled when her mother started to tickle her back.
Ah, both of them are good in telling lies.
End flashback…
She burped out loudly, whimpering a little when she discovered her sake had long gone into her stomach, just an empty bottle in hand. Her head became heavier and slowly a headache creeping in. Gah, not again. She blames this headache and heartache to her selfish mother.
"Stupid memories, stupid good manners and lastly stupid husband who left me with a heartless beast" she mumbled under her breath and burped loudly for a second time.
"And stupid headache" she added.
She swayed her body to other direction only to have her face merely an inch with the merciless beast. She groaned. God truly hate her since the beginning of her life.
"Lady Ichimaru! What did I say about drinking sake during a lesson!" argh, she doesn't have to be so loud. She's having a damn headache, damn it!
"Aww, come on. This is my first break time after three freakin' hours. Dude, you've got to understand. Burp!" Rangiku swiftly covered her smelly mouth. Lady Kurosaki frowned, mimicking her husband's trademark, as she examined the other's condition.
"You are drunk" she simply stated.
Rangiku make a face, something like, 'Well, duh!'.
Rukia fumed, abruptly realized that her friend was day dreaming hours ago than quietly and patiently listening to her almighty Chappy stories. The fact hurts her Chappy's pride.
So, being a smart person she is, she starts babbling about the importance of listening and paying attention.
" And here I am, telling you fascinating stories about Chappy…bla…bla…bla...bla…and it is important to pay attention when your tutor are telling you tips and…and…AH! You're running away from me again!"
The truth is, Rangiku had long gone from the room ten minutes ago and now she is travelling to the east, down to the main kitchen, searching for something to eat, to ease her grumbling black hole stomach.
A small touch of Gratitude from wise-imagination;
Thank you for all of you who had reviewed and read this story, I just wanna let you know that I'm very happy with your supports. –bows-
I am forever grateful. I know I didn't deserve this, after all the short chapters and...and... grammar and spelling errors (my English sucks, GAH!) –sobs, sobs-
You can always points out my grammar and spelling errors. It would help me a lot. I just want to learn a correct way to write and stop making a fool out of myself. I won't bite you, promise.
Review did many miracle things to me.
It gives me motivation to (maybe) write longer, nicer chapter. –whistles and bats an eye seductively-
Love, wise-imagination.