A/N: No spoilers that I rmember, and I'm too lazy to reread all of it, so sorry. Takes place in whenever time. (Haha, I'm really lazy today.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, quit rubbing it in.
SPIN THE BOTTLE
"Ichigo, what's 'Spin the Bottle?'"
Ichigo nearly spit out his drink when he heard this. "WHAT? How did you hear about Spin the Bottle?"
Rukia shrugged. "Keigo is having a party this weekend and invited me. He said that we'd play."
Turning completely red, Ichigo yelled, "You will NOT go to that party! Are you KIDDING ME?"
"What?" she said innocently. "It's just a party."
"Anything Keigo plans is never 'just a party.' Especially if he invites you and not me."
"Actually..." Rukia began, turning around to grab something behind her. "He told me to give you this."
She held out a bright invitation to Ichigo and he took it. It said, "You're invited!" on it, along with several activities that they planned to play. Spin the Bottle was among Seven Minutes in Heaven, Truth or Dare, and Never Have I Ever. Ichigo cringed.
"There is no way in hell I am going to this party, and you're not going either."
Rukia pouted. "Why? All our friends are going and l want to go too!"
"NEVER."
So how was it, that two days later, Ichigo found himself on Keigo's front porch with Rukia beside him ringing the doorbell? Ah, that's right, he thought, rubbing his sore head, she pummled me until I agreed. His head wasn't the only sore part of his body. His stomach, arms, legs, and other... regions... were stiff with pain too. How come she always won the "arguments"? It wasn't fair.
Keigo answered the door. "ICHIGOOOOO! RUKIAAAAAA!" He dropped on one knee and took the latter's hand. "M'lady," he said seductively, and proceeded to kiss her hand all over until Ichigo kicked him so that he flew through the open door.
"C'mon, Rukia, let's go in."
As they passed the badly beaten Keigo, he wimpered, "Why, Ichigo? Are we not friends? Why do you do this to your friends?" Tears streamed down his sorry face.
"Thanks, Ichigo," Rukia said as she followed him, stepping over Keigo's body.
He grunted in reply.
They walked into the living room where several people were already sitting and talking. Mizuiro sat with his arms around two older ladies, completely ignoring the rest of the room. Tatsuki was sitting on the floor talking to Inoue, who was sitting by Ishida and Chad on the couch. Both males nodded, but Inoue jumped up.
"Kurosaki-kun! Kuchiki-san! Hello! I'm glad you're here!" she bowed and showed them to yet another couch (Where did Keigo get so much furniture? Ichigo wondered).
Finally, Keigo recovered and walked into the living room, smiling. "Okay! Why don't we start playing a game! We could do Seven Minutes in Heaven," he said, giving Inoue a hopeful look.
Rukia spoke up. "How about Spin the Bottle! But I still don't know how to play..." She shot Ichigo a look.
Keigo looked just as happy with that. "Okay! I'll get the bottle! Inoue, you explain the rules to Rukia-chan." He ran out of the room enthusiastically.
"Well," Inoue started, "We all sit in the circle with a bottle in the middle. Then, someone spins the bottle. Whoever the bottle points at, that's the person that whoever spun it has to kiss." She turned a little pink at these words.
Rukia nodded and sat down, along with everyone else... except for Ichigo. The Substitute Shinigami instead went and sat on the couch.
"Kurosaki-kun!" Inoue said, a frown beginning to appear on her always-cheerful face. "Aren't you going to play with us?"
"No. No way..." Rukia shot him a look and cracked her knuckles. "...would I pass up the opportunity!" He moved to the floor and sat by a girl Mizuiro brought and Inoue. Rukia smirked in a way that seemed to say, "That's right, Ichigo. You know I'll beat your sorry ass if you dared to opt out of this oh-so-interesting game."
Keigo came back with the bottle. Sitting beside Ishida and Inoue, he exclaimed, "I'll start!" and promptly spun the bottle. It landed back on himself. Keigo slumped in disappointment and Inoue spun.
"Ishida-kun! It landed on you!" She turned slightly red as the Quincy leaned over and kissed her, his hand resting slightly on her cheek. When they both pulled apart, they were beet red and avoiding any possible eye contact with everyone in the room.
"Okay, since Ishida got to kiss someone," Keigo started, "the person to his left will spin it next."
Everyone gave a cry of protest. Ishida said, "You're only saying that because YOU'RE sitting next to me and you didn't get to kiss anyone when you spun last time!"
Ichigo seemed to be the only one who didn't mind. He would be next if Keigo hadn't spoken up. He ignored the argument going on, which eventually Keigo won, pulling the I'm-the-host-here-so-I-make-the-rules card. Keigo spun again, and this time perked up when the bottle landed turned to one of the ladies that Mizuiro had brought. Keigo wiggled his eyebrows at her and leaned in. Their lips met, but only for a second before the girl leaned back and slapped Keigo across the face.
"You pervert!" She turned to the rest of the group. "He shoved his tongue down my throat the second we started kissing!"
Keigo wimpered as everyone in the group glared at him.
"Well... okay then. Anyways, back to the game, according to Keigo's rules, I'm next," Mizuiro said, grinning. He spun the bottle and it landed on his other lady friend, the one sitting to the right of Ichigo. He grinned, and leaned over. As they started kissing, Mizuiro scooted closer and sat by her and they deepened the kiss.
"Seriously, guys? Go get a room or something." Ichigo scowled. This was not his type of entertainment. He didn't even want to be here. The two broke away sheepishly and Mizuiro went back in place.
"Alright, Ichigo. You're next," Keigo told him.
"...I don't want to go. Skip me."
"No, come on, Kurosaki-kun!"
"Ichigo, you have to!"
"Kurosaki, do it, or I, on my honor as a Quincy, will obliterate you."
"What's a Quincy?" one of the girls Mizuiro brought asked.
"Ichigo. NOW!" It was this that finally convinced Ichigo to reach down and spin the bottle; Rukia was glaring at him with such force he was sure that he could feel it. Sighing, and trying to act as if he weren't threatened and instead could care less, Ichigo leaned over and spun the bottle. He watched it spin and spin until finally, it stopped. Scared of who his fate was to kiss, he slowly glanced up. The bottle was pointing at the midget herself.
"Ah, oh... Okay. Well, Ichigo didn't want to go in the first place, so why don't we skip him?" Rukia asked, shifting uncomfortably. She was nervous; she knew she wanted to play, but kissing Ichigo...? She didn't know if she was quite ready for that.
Normally, Ichigo would love going with Rukia's idea. However, he also loved seeing her squirm. "Rukia, you wanted me to play, remember? We have to obide by the rules..." He leaned in close and, smiling at her look of shock and nevousness, whispered, "Don't worry; I won't bite."
Their lips met and for half of a second, everything was fine. Then, suddenly, Rukia pulled herself closer to him and wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders as the electricity between them surged. The tension built up between them over the course of however long they knew each other seemed to melt away as Ichigo began to push her over onto the floor as he deepened the kiss. His right arm was holding himself up off of the floor, his left around Rukia's waist. In turn, Rukia pushed up against him and moved one arm to his waist. They both ignored the cat-calls and sounds of protest until, finally, Ishida, red in the face, reached over and pulled them apart.
Ichigo was beet-red and he excused himself to the bathroom, avoiding any and all eye contact with Rukia. What the HELL just happened? He wondered. Though he meant to only go to the restroom, the ended up running out the front door and all the way back home. He walked in and, surprisingly, was not attacked by his father. Instead, he found a note.
Ichigo,
Yuzu and I are going to the clinic on a last minute emergency. We won't be back until late. Karin is at a friend's house for the evening.
Please use this time to do a few things for me. 1) Find a girlfriend. 2) Give me a grandchild.
Thank you, son. I will see you later.
Dad
Grumbling, Ichigo grabbed the note and crumpled it in one fist as he looked at the clock. It was already pretty late, so his idiot father might actually get home soon.
Ichigo almost laughed aloud when he realized that he might have actually succeeded on the first objective his father gave for him tonight... that is, if Rukia actually felt something for him. She did respond to that kiss, he thought to himself.
Lost in thought about the past hour's events, he went up to his room and closed the door behind him. When he turned around again, Rukia stood before him. He jumped back in alarm and pointed his finger at her.
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE?" he screamed.
"The window," she said simply. Duh. She always got in through the window.
"WELL-WHA-WHY-HOW DID YOU GET HERE BEFORE I DID?" Ichigo was seriously freaking out.
Rukia ignored his question and sat down on his bed. "Ichigo..." she said slowly.
"W-what?"
She looked up at him. "What was that? The... kiss?"
Ichigo could feel the dark red blush crawling onto his cheeks. "I don't know, Rukia." He went to sit down beside her.
"Did you... well, did you mean anything by it? Or was it just... were you... were you just being a boy?" she asked, focusing intently on the edge of her dress.
He turned to look at her. "Rukia..." When she looked up at him, though, he stopped talking. It was as if his throat closed up. Her big violet eyes almost looked hurt. He didn't like that. At all. With a moment's hesitation, he reached over and gently took her head in his hand. Slowly, he inched closer and captured his lips with hers.
When they pulled apart, Rukia smiled slightly. "Good," she said, and then leaned in once again.
This time, though, they were interrupted by the door being blasted open. "ICHIGOOOOO! Oh, my son! I am so proud of you! Finally taking instruction from his father and giving me my most desired grandchi-"
Isshin was cut off by Ichigo's fist on his jaw. "Leave us alone, Dad."
The rejected father slowly got to his feet and walked sullenly out the door. Before he turned the corner, however, he looked at them and said, "I can't wait for my grandchildren, Ichigo and my third daughter! Thank you!"
Ichigo rolled his eyes and turned back to Rukia, who was glaring at him. He sighed and said, "What did I do this time?"
"You ruined the moment." She stood up and walked to her -his- closet, got in, and shut the door.
"R-Rukia! I didn't ruin it, my sad excuse for a father did!"
"Forget it, Ichigo, I'll see you in the morning."
"Rukiaaaaaa!"
"Stuff it, Strawberry!"
"Midget!"
"Ass-face!"
"Pipsqueak!"
The closet door opened slightly as Rukia threw a pillow at his face.
Despite the slight pain that his face was now in due to the especially speedy pillow, Ichigo smiled. Some things, he thought, will never change.
A/N: Yeah, so that was weird, and albeit kinda mushy, sappy, et cetera. Sorry. But I like a little sap occasionally... on my pancakes and my IchiRuki. Hopefully it wasn't too much. I dunno, what did you think? Let me know! I love your reviews!
Also, thanks to the two people that let me know which ones they wanted first. Haha, sorry that I couldn't pick both, but since it was a tie, I flipped a coin and this one won. I put off putting any up in hopes that someone else would give me their input, but it didn't happen. Oh, well. "The Proposal" will be up tomorrow!
Review or on his honor as a Quincy, Ishida will beat yo' ass! Not really, though, because he's a fictional character with fictional abilities. Sorry to break it to you...