Another chapter, awh, don't you all feel so special… 'cause you should. :D
Eh, I don't know what else to write, so on with the story!
GAMES
Round Three Part I
-Rukia—
She growls in frustration.
Ichi-ass wouldn't tell her anything about his their date for today other than that he would pick her up at 7:00pm sharp.
Rukia growls again as she slips on the solid black tights that end at her mid shin before throwing on a neon blue, upper thigh length dress over a black tank top as the neon blue shirt hangs slightly off her shoulders.
She's in the middle of deciding between converse or heels when a knock is heard on her front door.
"Come in!" Rukia calls, as she hears her apartment door open and shut as a pair of click-y heels make their way down the wooden hallway, the noise increasing as they reach her bedroom and…
"Ru-Ru!" Rangiku shouts as she throws Rukia into a hug, Rukia feeling uncomfortable and angry that Rangiku was currently crushing her against her enormous chest.
"Rangiku! Stop! I thought you were here to help!" Rukia says, pushing Rangiku off her as the strawberry blonde laughs.
"Oh please, you don't need my help! You want someone to talk to!" Rukia's busty friend says, looking Rukia over. "Mm… I like this dress, where'd ya get it?"
"Dress? Please! This is a shirt! No one in their right mind would wear this as a dress!"
"I would!" Rangiku says, hungrily looking over the garment, "Can I borrow it?" She now pleads, pouting and giving Rukia big, begging eyes.
"No! The last time you borrowed one of my tops it was stretched out in a certain area I'm lacking in and you're exceeding!"
Rangiku scrunches her face in disapproval. "Damn, I wanted that trick to work again! You let me keep the stretched out shirt last time!"
Rukia rolls her eyes before glancing at the few shoes she had. Running shoes, converse, two flats pairs, the blue jazz shoes, and one extraordinarily spike-y high heel glanced up at her from the floor of her closet.
"Which ones?" She asked Rangiku, already knowing the answer as the strawberry blonde reached down (Rukia looking away as her short skirt came up) and picked up the red, seven inch heels.
"These ones!" Rangiku replies, glancing over the heels.
Rukia rolls her eyes.
Ichigo would be lucky if she was only a half hour late for his stupid surprise rendezvous.
-Ichigo—
Class ended at 6:30pm for him, enough to get a change of clothes, some cologne, and into his car to meet Rukia.
He picked a park to meet up at in the busiest part of town. When Ichigo had asked Rukia if she wanted him to pick her up, she immediately asked where she wanted them to meet up at.
Ichigo only smiled and hoped that would be her response.
But now rechecking his watch, he realizes that she's already twenty minutes late.
Sighing, he sits down on one of the benches, people giving him weird looks as he waits for his date to arrive…
And just when he thinks she's bailed out, a bright pink car comes speeding down the street, screeching to a stop a few parking spaces away from where Ichigo was currently sitting.
Raising an eyebrow, he looks as he can see Rang… something is trying to put on lipstick on his date, as she pulls away, opening the door as the busty girl tries one last time to get her but she slams the door, now yelling at the driver to leave, who only laughs, but pulls out just the same.
Rukia, looking annoyed at her friend, lets out a short growl before walking over towards Ichigo.
She has on some black Capri's… maybe tights… with a neon blue dress/shirt thingy. She gives one last glare at her friend who blares her horn as she drives past Rukia and her feet are silent as she dons a pair of flat black shoes. Her hair is in a messy bun, make up limited if not any and she clenches her fists in anger.
Perfect.
"Midget." He says coolly, placing one of his hands into his jacket pockets as she looks up at him.
"Ichi-ass." She replies, before he takes her hand with his free one and leads them away from the park.
"Oh what? Our date is going to be a nice long walk?" She questions sarcastically, rolling her eyes enough so Ichigo could see.
He smiles, takes longer strides and simply replies with, "Just wait, m'dear. Just wait."
-Rukia—
Her eyebrow lifts.
'M'dear?' She questions his words in her head. Dear? Wasn't that a pet name? Why the sudden pet name?
She takes a deep breath though her nose, before scrunching her eyebrows at the new, but nice scent. She leans slightly closer to Ichigo, finding him to be the cause of the good smell.
But now she's increases her pace as Ichigo starts to lengthen his steps, her talking two or three for each one of his, almost bringing her to a run.
She glances over at what he is wearing. A blue jacket and what appears to be the same black dress pants he wore when they went to the Jazz club. She smiles at the thought that maybe they would be going dancing again, in which case, her outfit choice was smart.
"Need to stop for a breather?" He jokes, nudging her with his elbow from their connected hands.
She glares at him before picking up her pace, making him do a few extra steps to catch up before leading them around another corner.
The street and sidewalk are busy. They're close to the university (only a few blocks away) and students getting out of classes are heading either home or to spend their Friday in fun and, in this part of town, in luxury.
"We're here." Ichigo says, stopping in front of a busy restaurant as Rukia's eyes widen.
'Not here! Hell no!' She says to herself silently, taking a gulp as Ichigo leads them through the doors of a place called La Flamme d'Idylle.*
-Ichigo—
He smiles as he takes off his coat, revealing the matching suit coat, vest, and tie.
Handing the blue jacket to a waiter, who then hangs it up in coat check, looks up their reservation, (which he cleverly went under Rendemen, or French for "payback") and then leads them to a small, but candle lit and rose decorated table smack in the middle of the room.
Ichigo almost feels disappointment that Rukia doesn't gape at the grander of the restaurant. Deep red walls, gold accents, paintings lining the walls, candle lit tables, and even a live stringed quartet playing quietly in the corner.
However, he takes solace in the fact that she's glaring. He knows as well as her that she is severely underdressed.
Most women have their hair up in unique and pretty hairstyles, dresses and gowns spread throughout the room as most stare at her half-bared shins and neon blue dress/shirt thing.
Normally, Ichigo wouldn't care. If someone was going to take him to a fancy restaurant, he wears what he wants. However, the fact that everyone is smartly dressed but her makes him smile as he pulls out her chair, which she of course walks past and pulls out her own, only to receive more questionable looks and whispers.
"Do you know what you would like to enjoy this evening?" The waiter says smoothly, watching them settle into their chairs.
Ichigo opens his menu and looks over the top of it at Rukia, who glares strait at him before turning her attention to the waiter with a courteous tone.
"We'll start off with some escargots bourguignons for our hors-d' oeuvres and I will have your caneton de la saison," Rukia spouts off, continuing as Ichigo feels his eyebrows furrow together. "With extra cognac sauce which would go perfectly with glass of Veuve Clicquot."
The waiter winks at her, scrambling down her order with his pen. "Exellent choice, miss!" He turns his attention to Ichigo, who can feel a sheen of sweat start to form, so simply replies with "I'll have the same." Before handing the waiter his menu as the waiter leaves for the kitchen.
Ichigo smiles as he cleverly knows he has gotten out of a sticky situation and then glances at Rukia, who although holds her head high as she takes the napkin off the table and folds it in her lap, can still glare at him as whispers of her causal outfit are heard randomly.
His grin widens as the waiter comes back with the wine glasses and shelled, buttery snails.
"Cheers, chéri." He says, taking a sip of his wine as her glare increases.
-Rukia—
Why here? This was always Byakuya's favorite spot, but luckily he was out of town (country, more like it) for business.
If he was here, he would march to her and ask her what she was wearing in his restaurant.
She shudders at the thought, hoping that her casual wear had the waiters confused as of she usually wore a black, strapless gown and her hair up in a complicated knot when she came, and only came with her family.
Trying to ignore the stares from her "grungy" wear, she delicately removes the shell from her escargot and pops it in her mouth, enjoying the garlic and buttery taste.
Ichigo, however, seems at loss at the silverware he's obviously never handled before.
Rukia rolls her eyes. If he was going to take her to an expensive French restaurant, he should've at least learned how to remove the shell from his dinner.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to go freshen up." Rukia says sweetly, as Ichigo glares slightly, trying to get his appetizer away from its home.
Rukia's smile increases as she turns to leave, when she feels a large, wet blob hit her back.
Gritting her teeth as to not yell, she looks at the floor to see a brown and gray splotch on the red carpet, than to Ichigo who has both snail tongs and snail fork in hand, but a brilliant smile on his face at the fact of his luck and Rukia's misfortune.
Rukia feels her shoulders rise as she takes in a deep breath, before storming off to the bathroom to try to clean off the buttery mess on her shirt.
-Ichigo—
The complete accident of Ichigo launching his snail at Rukia's back was perfect.
She couldn't say anything, even in a restaurant so fancy and with her knowing the menu; he knew she couldn't say/yell/hit him.
And his luck almost brought tears to his eyes as he held in his laughter.
Not being able to use the proper silverware? His bad… and his score.
When Rukia returned, she was in an irritable mood, so most of their meal was spent in silence. Ichigo would ask if she would like more snails or if she was able to get the stain out of her shirt and she would either glare in response or swear at him low enough for his ears only.
Not like he minded, she was funny to annoy, and could now see how much fun she had been having the past few days of annoying him.
And when their meal arrived, (which was pan roasted duck with fruit and sauce) Ichigo found himself enjoying the cuisine he was sure he wouldn't like.
And finally the check…
He opened it, glanced at the price and shrugged before placing a nice plastic card in the leather book.
He'd paid for worse.
-Rukia—
"Are we done with your date of humiliation?" She growls, almost wrenching her hand away when he cradles it in his own, feeling defeated at Ichigo actually learning how this game was going to work and angry as hell of the restaurant, the stain on her shirt (maybe Rangiku would get it the "dress") and whatever Ichigo now had prepared for their now ten o' clock drive, (as it turned out he dropped his car with the parking valet for their horrible dinner) as he turns smoothly down a crowded street lined with cars.
"Come on, Rukia; time to get the stick outta your ass. Last part of the night, I promise." He said, unbuckling as Rukia failed to follow his lead.
She raises an eyebrow at him, questioning him with her voice, "And then you'll drop me off at the park and Rangiku will pick me up, correct?"
Ichigo smiles again and Rukia feels her dread level increase.
"Pick you up at the park? Please, she and Orihime are already here!"
Rukia now sputters on her words.
"Wh-what do you m-mean they're already h-here? Already where?"
"Come on, you'll see."
And just like that, Ichigo's out of the car and Rukia has no other choice than to grumble her way out of her seatbelt and catch up to him as she hears clubs blaring music and the hazy sent of cigarette smoke and the smell of alcohol.
She hopes it's a club. Yes, they're crowded and smelly, but what else could be down this street and opened this late at night?
Ichigo again takes her hand and leads her down a smaller street, not even cars could park without hitting each other and she digs her heals into the ground as she reads the sign above the approaching building, reading in neon green lights, Karaoke Star.
If you want to kill me right now for leaving you on a cliffhanger in the middle of their date, I feel honored.
THANKS TO-
Athenaphoenix17: Haha, exactly! He only won the video game because he cheated! Ichigo, you sneaky bastard... -.-
Leedakay: Eh, not much fluff, but it's interesting, neh? I would be pissed if I got snailed by someone who doesn't know proper etiquette. . Haha, yes, cheating so counts. I love doing that with my friends when we play video games… but I always lose anyway… :P
Xdayanarax: Awh! Thanks! I'm glad everyone's taking Rukia losing that round so far… I'm worried about what everyone will think about this one… o.O
Goku's Daughter: Haha! Nah, nothin' bad yet! It's still the fun stage of the games! Remember? Nothing in games (soccer, football, basketball, etc) get exciting until AFTER halftime!
Black Sun Upon An Ice Sky: Eh hehe… Ichigo's a jerk… a smart jerk, but a jerk. What would you do if your date took you to a class restaurant in street wear? O.O
DetroitBleachWings: What do you think of their date so far? Good? Bad? Any predictions?
AnimeFanx3: Haha, I forgive you for forgetting last chapter, thanks for reviewing the previous one! Do they fall in love… the question on everyone's mind! I can't answer that yet! Geez, what am I? God? I think not! (Notice how I only said think, because who knows, maybe I rule the Smurfs or something…)
Merisela: Haha! I suck at video games, so I guess I made her suck too. Besides, Ichigo has to win and be talented at something and somehow, right? ;)
Nintendogirl50: Yeay for no more exams and twenty-five page essays, though! Good for you! But yes, this update was a tad late for me (by five hours… -shifty eyes-) and yeah, Mario Kart is as good as I get, but Brawl would've been funny! I don't know it enough to make them play it, however… :/
RukiaMidget: Haha! Wow, I've heard of Tekken, but I have NO idea what the other one's are… -sweat drop…- But thanks for the review!
Luminous Snow: Eh, I figured I could make Renji suck at video games. He's not that amazing with hand eye contact maybe. Who knows. :)
Ashi Altair: Haha, I probably won't play up Rukia's Chappy obsession too much in this story because EVERYONE makes her go coo-coo banana's for Chappy and sometimes that bugs me, but yeah, he'll pop up every once in a while. ;) Yeah, Ichigo had to win somehow, and I thought, 'Hey, why not video games?'
xcHiiBii-RuKiiax: Awh, thanks! I'm glad you like it so far! Any predictions for next chapter?
onlyluna: Haha! Yeah, I think he's this close to making her go over the edge insane and kill him and everyone around them! Bwahaha! :)
agslilover: Yeah, I'm not really a fan of Orihime, let alone Ichigo with Orihime, than I can't stand her! So very little IchiHime will be in here, and if it is, it was past IchiHime. :) Play video games? Awesome! Do you beat the boys? Which ones? Do tell!
XxKasumiAmuxX: Byakuya, eh maybe I'll put him in- OF CORSE HE'S GOING TO BE IN THE STORY! Okay, maybe not a lot, but still! I have some good ideas for him in this plot line. –Evil smile and BWAHAHAHA!- Hitsugaya has already been mentioned (and I know you're now wondering 'where?') and will be brought up again… Awh! Thanks! I'm glad my story ROX!
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