Kuchiki Rukia could feel it…
The brilliance of her working mind…
The tediousness and hard work that she devoted all her time combined with the intricacy of her cleverness…she will succeed, she will prevail, and dammit she will get this done and over with—
"Sean Connery!"
The raven head squealed as she raised her hands in triumph, a tongue cutely jutting out from her lips as she quickly jot down said name on the word box. She had been so bored, and the fact that she made the assistant "do some work" by asking mundane things like some drinks or snacks. Fluffy was sure taking long in getting his sizes and clothes done and away with. And she was not happy playing with stupid celeb board games!
Fluffy's enraged yells had died down about a fifteen minutes ago. But there were still some occasional curses and notable whacking sounds (assuming that he must be using his fist or other inane objects to keep the insane tailor a five feet radius away from him).
Although it never really baffles her anymore, it sort of like second nature for her to hear guys scream like little school girls over a thing such as getting their measures taken. Hell, they were worse than a woman who had been asked in public what her weight was. I mean, she did have experience with several (virgin) people for make over, and yes all of them fell for the same trick. It was quite fun stirring them up, thinking that they're going to win with their enlarged male egos, and proving their superiority to her…never knowing that the rug was slowly being pulled under them.
Ah…fun times.
Now that she thought about it, the funniest reaction that that she had was Grimmjow, then Renji, and surprisingly Ichigo (who she thought was the most amusing) topped her number 3 list. You might be wondering how Grimmjow got her fave top list…
Let's just say that Rukia thought (really thought) that his hair was NOT real. Who the hell had natural blue hair? Seriously? She bought Ichigo's orange hair (surprisingly enough) because after meeting his father, she got the point…he must've had a very traumatic childhood. Maybe his mother ate too much carrots during her gestation period (hey it could happen!), and so had accepted the theory—but blue? She drew the line tolerating Ichigo's abnormally orange hair (and contradicting name, she thought Renji should have it), but she could never-ever believe Grimmjow's hair was truly blue.
And as any scientists proving stupid little things by experiment through scientific method, Rukia skipped the hypothesis and screwed with said experiment. Besides, she was feeling bold that day after their chem. professor (actually) complimented her on a straight week fire-alarm-free …
In which also resulted in having Toushiro (boy-genius and professional flame extinguisher) to be her permanent lab partner, saving the whole of university from possible internal terrorism, made by one tiny midget of a woman.
And she was only one step away to define her skills with a poor unsuspecting Grimmjow as her lab rat and second variable. The raven head had seriously thought his hair was not blue (and also because she told him that green (Nel) and blue (him) did not work, and were fashionably mismatched. And later she defended that their kid would resemble a whacked out alien straight from Kurotsuchi-sensei's cages/jars).
And in so doing, proceeded to prove her guess…
She bleached it.
Needless to say the blue eyed male (with the largest understatement) went raving mad, looking like a misplaced bull with sky blue hair that look liked cotton candy. Renji and Ichigo didn't help much after they kept on with their pathetic jokes and ridiculous guffaws for two months.
Luckily she was only save by a hair (no pun intended) before Grimmjow went panther-like animalistic (with the growling and the hissing and the pouncing with his bat) on her, when she had called in the big man.
His cousin, Ulquiorra Schiffer, the green eyed, pale faced and stoic man worked at their company as the head of the secret force. He was stronger than Grimmjow. He hated his cousin. And most of all—had been very protective of Rukia since she was just a child…and apparently he still was.
It was something the blue haired man didn't dare cross ever in his lifetime or the next…
The last time he did, was quite…well, the fact that he stayed in the hospital for three months spoke volumes of his limit against the green eyed ex-captain commander of the Hougyoku secret corps. And the evil raven haired woman got away with the last laugh.
But besides the point, and coming down to the subject at hand, all Rukia's clients really hated- and had no say whatsoever when it comes down to it. No one had yet to escape from her "dreadful makeover" as many liked to say/scream at her. It would only be unfair if one of them didn't go through it, and whitey—in the name of all that she swore after taking in this commitment of matchmaking people, had no choice against the matter.
She sighed, elegantly taking a sip of her tea—
"Miss!" the raven head almost choked and spat the liquid out of her mouth.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I—"
"It's okay—" the bleach haired assistant helped her white the violet eyed woman's front shirt. She really had to stop popping out of nowhere and giving their customers a heart attack.
"Well, so how was—"
"Ah yes! He's ready!"
"Is he?" Rukia raised a brow as she followed the assistant in front of the door where screams and bloody murder were most abundant.
"We found a pretty good fit," the woman was bubbling in delight, seemingly more eager than the raven head.
"Alright, let's see him then."
"Of course!"
"…"
"…"
"Hey, did you croak out there?" she took a step. Though she knew it was likely that the white haired male committed murder on the tailor himself, if that happens, she wasn't in it.
"Pierre?" the assistant worriedly nibbled her fingers.
…
"Whitey! I won't laugh! Just come out! I'm sure you'd look much more like a people-person ," she smirked.
….
"U-umm…P-Pierre," the woman beside whispered in concern, knowing that many men had actually filed harassment suit on the poor man, but none had gone so far as to kill him. She hoped it was the former.
….
Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Done—
Rukia rolled her violet eyes. Why do they all act like such shy little lambs after making the ruckus from earlier? It wasn't like she's asking him to come out naked for crying out loud.
"Come on fluffy! Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that your first time was with a—"
The door was yanked open faster than she could blink and—
Thud.
The body of the tailor lay lifeless on the floor.
And no he wasn't murdered. (thank god)
"…man." Rukia finished, miraculously-without dropping her jaw.
The shoes caught her interest first, black, Italian ones, and then upper was the pants that flared slightly and fittingly up his tampered waist, the white button up sleeves complimented nicely in contrast with the black suit in two buttoned up-pristine clean and wrinkle free. Her eyes then traveled upwards to his forest green tie, his broad shoulders were more pronounced, and arms more angular while his eyes took on the finest glint of emerald which completed the look. His stunning white hair was also swept back regally, as one lock fell just above his left eye, a fresh different look far cry from his usual unkempt and spiked hair.
Another thud soon followed suit behind Rukia.
Expressions were unnecessary, jaw dropping had no time for this, besides—two people had already fainted.
'Well, I'd be damned…' Rukia tried keeping the blush off her face, reminding herself that it always happens whenever her boys got their ultimate makeover. And who would've thought, that Shiro-chan could actually look decent.
She smirked at the more than annoyed young man, ruined said look with a fierce glare down the already fainted tailor on the floor as he irritatingly adjusted his suffocating tie. The fucking gay-tailor-from-hell tried to feel him up "by helping," and when he said "My ass!" the damned pervert actually said "With pleasure!"
Of course he knocked him a good one.
His eyes quickly found the (precious) light as he adjusted room the sudden lightness in the room, emerald orbs connecting with—
"Well, I'd say-you pull off a pretty good Armani look without looking like a drag."
And so enters the origins of all evil, his bane of existence, the woman he vowed to kill ten times over and boxed off to the Himalayas. With a smug grin and eyes full of self-pride at her current "masterpiece."
All his anger came out full force. "You—"
"Are a genius, Kuchiki Rukia." she finished with a gesture, slowly walking up to him.
"No! You fucking—"
"Generous goddess—"
"Godammit! I hate you—"
"But I'm you girlfriend-"
"No you're—!" a finger was quickly pressed to his lips, her violet eyes reflected with his emerald orbs as she stood closer to him, their noses almost touching.
"You look really good."
She smiled genuinely up at him, and all words died at the white-haired male's lips, a slow blush creeping up his face. He didn't expect that…it was completely out of blue and out of the damn subject! The white haired male took a double take at his limited 'Rukia-Dictionary' which only consists of: bitch (in bold), evil (in ye olde English), crazy, stupid, freak, demanding, man-voice, smartass, and over all curse of his life.
Cute—did not register in said dictionary-hell it was freaking denied! And he would erase all memory of her violet eyes (it was not twinkling!) the tiny quirk of her pink lips (it was fake!) and the tilt of her head to the side—was so not cute! He'd even approve of Ikakku having a sprout of hair than this girl being…being…humanly adorable-?
Hell no!
He was (supposed to be) angry, and now all of a sudden-she just smiled her usual (well he guessed this had more flair) fanged treacherous smile and then…what the hell was that??
But as usual, the evil bitch broke whatever spell she casts, and he was sort of thankful for it.
"But you're still not up to standard with Sosuke-sensei—"
The vein came back to life, twitching in all its glory.
Rukia automatically and out of habit (with her brother) frowned at his crooked and sort of wrinkled tie. Assuming that he must've done the crappy job himself in fear of getting molested, the raven head, unknowingly started re-tying it.
"Wh-wha—?"
"You should learn how to tie ties, little one."
"Shut up!" he hissed, "It doesn't really matter anyway-"
"Are you stupid?" she gave his tie a tug, "All little things are important in appearance when it comes to women. Little things explode to gargantuan proportions—"
"Why am I not surprised?"
"Are you implying something?-"
"Nothing."
"Be thankful that at least I didn't let you wear a red polka-dotted bow tie," she stifled her giggles.
"I'll kill you before that happens." The white-haired male glowered.
"Only if you promise to wear it on my funeral."
"Fuck you."
"Didn't we establish celibacy on our first date?" her violet eyes glittered amusingly. He was about to retort until she gave his tie a harsh tug, wincing as he thought of how she would easily turn this tie to a noose.
"Now," she smoothed down his tie, "We'll test you on the streets."
"What?" he gave her a flabbergasted look. The raven head was pertaining to him like some sort of car. And he didn't like what she meant by it either.
Rukia stepped away from him and called for the clerk (because the other faintees were still dead on the floor).
"Wait! What the hell?! I'm not—"
"I know that your penniless ass can't afford any of this," she flashed out a black card from her jean pockets and waving them in the air. "And while you were busy, I took the liberty of shopping for you."
Toushiro just gaped at her as eight bags were lined up in the corner, all branded clothes and begrudgingly, he admits, that they were at least his size…he was slightly relieved that Rukia had surprisingly good taste in clothes.
"Kuchiki-sama, would you like this to be delivered to the given address?"
"Yes, please," she grinned and pulled her escort closer by linking her arms with his, just to irate him. "My boyfriend and I had much to go to!" she added with girlish squeal as the clerk beamed at the cute couple, but had the latter shadowed in dark clouds.
This was bad.
She had her way with allowing her to prim him up with things like this and manipulating him in ways that he never thought possible. The white-haired male just knew…just anticipated that something really bad was going to happen next.
He could feel it in the wind, the atmosphere…
"Now, Shiro-chan—" the raven head grinned wolfishly. "I'll make a bet with you."
"No way." He crossed his arms as they waded out of the store and he tried the best he can to ignore the stares and some fainting sounds in the background.
"You sure? You haven't even heard me out," Rukia pouted, "All I wanted is to see if you really can reel in a girl, and if you can pick up a number more than me. And now that I created you into a sex-machine-look-alike—"
"Don't say that!" he bristled, blushing to the tips of his hair. Did this woman even come across the word dignity? "And how the hell am I supposed to trust you without having you pull out some bullshit on me in the end." He was not letting her slip without an insurance at hand.
"Oho! You're actually catching up!"
"Just answer my damn question!"
The raven head ignored him and purposely walked faster in front of the livid white-haired male. "All I bet is if you prove to me that you're capable of getting a woman…"
She whirled back at him "And in the name of the Kuchiki, and all my Chappy shrine," her eyes glowed daringly, "I'll drop the three-month-fees, and leave you in peace for a whole month. That I assure you."
The emerald-eyed genius weighed the pros and cons. Her proposal was easy, too easy and light. He knew there was a loophole somewhere and she was sugarcoating it. And he wasn't about to let it get to him without a bargain.
"In one condition," she perked up quickly, and his eyes narrowed.
"If you interfere, I will call your brother," and for once Toushiro pat himself on the back as the girl shuddered before him. "And I will tell him everything that you've been doing this past week, including your failing grade in English lit. and biology."
He expected her to withdraw the bet, but the girl had the look of defiance in her eyes. "Heh, very well then," she tipped her chin arrogantly, "I'll at least show you the ropes."
"No need," the white-haired male gritted his teeth as he combed his hands through his smoothed hair, not knowing that the action alone was enough for women to be ogling at him.
"We'll see about that." Rukia readied herself, curious as to how exactly the emerald eyed young man could pull it off. As far as she knew…no one had yet to prove to her that they can pick up a girl off campus, (that's because they thought with their egotistical guts, rather than their brains).
Besides, he didn't specify, what sort of interference was prohibited, right?
Unbeknownst to the couple, a brown haired girl was heading up towards the escalator and spotted the same café, decided to go take a break after looking for a book from the nearby bookstore.
Hinamori Momo had this fleeting thought that today…today would be an interesting day.
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Omg! Is that a cliffie?? lol! Thank you all for the encouraging reviews, and here's a step in development of our heroines growing feelings-albeit still in denial-sighs- but no worries! They'll come out of it! lol 'till next time! Why do I fel like this was another filler chappie? O well-shrugs- hope you all enjoyed anyways! ;) :)
Answer to Wicked Cerberus: no one really watched Oprah in our house… but after coming home from work and stumbling with my dad watching it ...to say I was a little disturbed-understatement. And he said he was waiting for the 7:00pm news…yeah and he had at least 30 minutes. Need a better excuse? Channel surfing anyone?? lol and that's how I came to Bya-kun's fetish with Oprah show lol. Glad u liked it! :):)
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