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"Hey Ichigo!" called Rukia, the sound of delicate footsteps becoming louder by each paralyzing second, "If you go out and get me a special pudding I'll forgive you for earlier." As the short girlfriend entered the room her eyes fell right to Ichigo and then left to Senna. Faces red and breath labored, Ichigo nodded and tried to choke out words. He failed.
"Who's she?" questioned Rukia slightly tilting her head to the side. Feeling his face burn up Ichigo took several steps backward and, forgetting how close he was to the kitchen wall, produced a loud thud. Rukia's eye's narrowed slightly but before she could speak Senna's beautifully mortified voice rang out.
"My name's Senna…I met Yuzu on my way home from school and she looked like she could use some help with her groceries. Heh heh," laughed Senna. Well tried to laugh. Her voice came out shaky and her words less then enthused. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she continued bowing, pools of salt and water building up in her eyes. Rukia's eyes fell to Ichigo, as if to confirm the story. He nodded still unable to speak.
"I see. Well thank you for helping her out," stated Rukia awkwardly. She didn't sense any ill intention but couldn't help but feel awkward at their guest's slowly deteriorating appearance.
"It really isn't a problem, if you'll excuse me I should be getting back home," said the broken hearted beauty straining from her bowing position, "It was nice to meet you both."
"Be safe on your way home," said Rukia in her false yet sweet voice. The midget's elbow collided with Ichigo's chest as a reminder to show is appreciation as well.
"That's right thank you…" The orange haired boy's voice trailed off as his eyes returned to Senna's face. Her smile was; forced, beautiful, and pathetic as unconscious tears streamed down her red cheeks pooling in the base of her collar. Turning she rushed towards the exit replaced her shoes and took off out the front door. Her eyes tightly clenched Senna preceded down the side of the road at a furious pace. She wasn't sure why but running had always seemed more comfortable to her; perhaps, it was the release of energy it produced. This continued for a few blocks until her sneakers stopped. A breeze washed over the trails of tears decorating her encouraging a sudden chill to invade her slim body.
"So he had a girlfriend. Well that makes sense," coughed Senna her harvest colored eyes beginning to swell once more, "He's a tall good looking guy; of course he would. I just wanted to figure out why nobody but me could see him yesterday…That's…that's all," lied the girl out loud. "I just wanted to…to," remembering the moment of physical contact the girls face fell to the concrete beneath her and more tears rained down from her face. The hair free from her red ribbon jumped to the sides of her face sticking to the wettest spots of her cheeks and, as the tears began to lighten her heart, she found the means to speak out again. "It's really a good thing…*Hiccup*…that I went. Now I know I'm not crazy," sniffled Senna, "and I even know why he didn't come… He has… Has…I wouldn't have come either," sobbed Senna her shoes taking up pace again. Several minutes of silence passed for the girl as her heart banged against the wall of her chest punishing her for reasons she couldn't comprehend. Ascending the stairs of her apartment complex she shakily removed her key and entered the silent and vacant room. "She was really pretty…"
(Ichigo's thoughts Italicized)
Ichigo's palms shook furiously as he stepped away from the wall his face avoiding that of his small girlfriend.
"Ichigo, what was that about?" questioned Rukia. She placed her palms on either side of her, less than wide, hips and leaned forward showing of her lack of cleavage. Deeming he couldn't avoid eye contact forever he looked up into Rukia's confused visage and spoke.
"It's like she said, She helped Yuzu with the groceries so I came to thank her," responded Strawberry, his signature frown taking back its place from the angsty heartbroken look. The small dark haired noble frowned yet shook off the uneasy feeling.
"Regardless, it'd be a shame to waste tonight," she began her face beginning to beam a low read, "Since your dad is gone and Yuzu will be going to sleep soon we could…" Rukia's voice trailed off as Ichigo nodded understanding.
"Ya, you're right," smiled Ichigo stepping towards the petite girl. His heart wasn't in it but his body seemed more than happy to take over as the decision maker. His palms fell to the sides of her cheeks and as he began to lean down a sudden push stopped him in his tracks.
'Wait!" yelled Rukia her face crimson and her voice loud. Ichigo gave a confused look and, sensing this, Rukia elaborated on her sudden movement. "I said I would forgive you, I didn't say I have," smugly smiled the girl enjoying the seat of power she felt she deserved.
"Then how the hell am I supposed to be forgiven?" questioned Ichigo. His head was starting to hurt and, no matter how many times his body told him to pay attention to the small beauty practically throwing herself at him, he couldn't get the image of Senna crying from his mind.
"I told you, pudding," smiled Rukia. Ichigo's eyes narrowed annoyed pointing to the fridge.
"We have pudding. Why the hell do I have to go get…" Ichigo began but was soon cut off.
"Urahara got in a special edition Chappy flavored pudding today and he's holding it for me. If you go pick it up, I'll forgive you," Ordered the girl.
'Urahara's? That's like a 45 minute walk, I won't even be back till ten," yelled an annoyed substitute shinigami, "More so what the hell does Chappy flavored mean? It's a rabbit!"
"Don't know, don't care. Pick it up, I'll be drawing in your room till you get back," waved Rukia already out of the room. Ichigo's teeth began to grind and as he walked towards the door he purposely removed his cellphone from his pocket throwing it on the stairs. I don't need to get a call five minutes before I'm back saying she needs something else.
15 Minutes Later
"Damn it," raged Ichigo several sprinkles of rain adding to the effect of the winds cold breeze. Why the hell am I even going? There's no way I should be this subservient to my hormones. I mean, what the hell? I can remove my soul from my body and fight giant monsters but I can't handle missing the opportunity to screw? Pathetic… As Ichigo's thoughts swirled and monologued the time flew by and before he realized it he was standing in front of a dimly lit old fashioned house. Raising his large hand he knocked several times on the door. "Heeey! Old man it's Ichigo open the door," called out the frustrated youth. No response. "Hey Urahara I'm here for Rukia's pudding open the door," called Ichigo once more receiving no response. "DAMN IT I SAID OPEN THE DOOR!" yelled Ichigo. His polite attitude gone, his foot collided with the wooden entrance and sent the door flying back onto a table. Stepping through the broken doorway Ichigo was greeted by two sad looking children, an unconscious Tessai, and an annoyed Kisuke holding a single Jenga block.
"You ruined the game Ichigo," sighed hat and clogs, standing and dusting rubble off of his t-shirt.
"That isn't my fault! Why didn't you answer the door?" responded Ichigo.
"Cause it was my turn," said Kisuke as if it was the most obvious thing ever. Ichigo's blood pressure shot up several degrees as he yelled.
"That's ridiculous! What if I'd been a real customer? Even if you were busy just have Jinta or Ururu get it!" As Ichigo finished yelling he found himself pointing at the empty spot where the children had previously been sitting. "Wait where'd they…" began Ichigo. He was quickly cut off as Urahara began walking into the other room motioning for Ichigo to follow. He did and turned noting that Tessai had already recovered and was now fixing the damage Ichigo had caused.
"I take it you're here for Rukia's Special Eddition Chappy Pudding?" smiled Urahara removing a four pack of, what looked like, average pudding.
"Ya, Thanks," sighed Ichigo reaching for the pack of sweets while starting to feel bad for destroying his friend/mentor's living room.
"Hold on there Ichigo. That'll be forty nine dollars and fifty seven cents plus tax," smiled the green suited man holding the snacks behind him with his left hand and extending his right hand in anticipation of payment.
"Wait, I'm expected to pay for this? Why didn't Rukia pay for it? I don't have forty nine bucks!" yelled Ichigo his rage returning.
"Ms. Kuchiki did not have her wallet on her at the time. I extended her some credit and she assured me that she would pay me when she picked it up. And you're forgetting about the fifty seven cents. Plus tax. Will that be cash or credit!" smiled the sly businessman. Losing himself once more Ichigo slammed his fist into the closest thing to him, happened to be Tessai returning from fixing the front door, and slammed his palms down on the table.
"Don't screw with me Urahara, I don't have the money and you know it. God what the hell is so great about this stuff anyway?"
"Well its Chappy flavored," responded Urahara. His face gave way that he didn't fully understand himself.
"Isn't Chappy a rabbit?"
"Yes."
"So it tastes like rabbit meat?"
"I'm not sure…" As the two's back and forth ended, Ichigo and Kisuke remained silent for a few moments trying to figure out what this sweet's appeal was. Finally losing his patience the orange haired youth pocketed his hands and began to exit the shop.
"This is a waste of time. Keep it till tomorrow Urahara, Rukia will be by then to pick it up," sighed Ichigo. The comedic had faded and with a moment to think Ichigo's mind fell back to the moment his lips had met Senna's. She grabbed the back of my hair but it was still gentle, and her hips were…Soft…She got on her toes to reach me…To attempt to get to my level. Rukia usually pulls me down by the tie to kiss me. It's exhausting…Rather than that instant that felt…exciting? What the hell does excited mean! Rukia excites me, that's why I'm all the way down here this late at night. If she didn't I wouldn't waste my time trying to… "What?" questioned Ichigo his trance broken. Taking in his surroundings he realized he was still in the shop.
"Yare yare. A bit out of it today aren't we Ichigo? I said I'll save it for her but I don't thing your little girl is gonna be happy when you get back empty handed," smiled the sly businessman.
"I don't care, I'm not wasting my money on something like this," responded Ichigo finally exiting the shop his sneakers now splashing in dark puddles. Kisuke sighed and walked into his rebuilt room, the floor cluttered with small scattered jenga blocks.
Ichigo ran as fast as he could towards his house rain pouring down on him. He had no idea when the weather had changed so drastically but as he attempted to take the roads with the most rain cover he found himself completely lost. Winds obscured his city and the dark clouds diluted the brightness of the stars. I need to get out of this rain. Ichigo turned looking for any familiar site but failed. He had his Substitute Shinigami's badge but if he left his body it would be in worse shape than he was now. Sloppily pushing sticking strands of hair from his face Ichigo began to move once more. His mind started to race and his stomach once more started to lurch forcing him to realize that he hadn't eaten anything since this morning. "This is definitely a great time to get hungry," thought Ichigo the rain so furious that water pounded even his eyes making him wince. It's no use I can't see where I'm going I just need to get the hell out of this rain. Straining to see, Ichigo jogged past several bending trees before walking up a flight of stairs and taking shelter under an apartments overhang. I'm spent…I'm starving and I'm gonna freeze to death. I wonder if I'll they'll let me be a captain right when I die or if I'll have to wait a hundred years or so…And with that Ichigo lost consciousness his head falling back and producing a loud thud on the wooden door behind him.
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