Something About You: Chapter 11
By
IchigoRukiaforever
Disclaimer: IfI owned Bleach, Ichigo and Rukia would have had many, many, kids by now XD So I obviously don't. Bleach is Kubo sensei's creation. Ichigo and Rukia belong to Tite Kubo. (Sniffs)
"I'm holdin' on to my heart, in this rush I almost forgot it"
-David Archuleta-
P.s: Yay for David A! I STILL love his self-titled album. AND HIM. Ok, on to the chapter now.
"Warm… warm.. ooh warmer… nope, cold. Getting colder…" called out Rukia.
A vein ticked in Ichigo's head. He was indeed walking around Rukia's apartment, in his shirt and a towel mind you, playing a game of Hot and Cold with Rukia, to find his damn boxers. He refused to see the irony in this situation.
He really regretted throwing them at her in the first place.
He had stepped out of the shower and was half dressed before he had realized that they were in fact missing. Realizing where they were, he had wrapped himself in a towel and asked Rukia for them.
She had her pants on now, thank goodness.
The damn midget had merely smirked coyly at him and told him that he had two choices.
Go Commando
Find them himself, with a little assistance from her (she had only added on to that because Ichigo was beginning to look murderous)
He gritted his teeth as walked around her glass coffee table. Rukia was sitting down on the black couch, her legs crossed daintily, a look of amusement etched across her pretty features.
"Hmmm… How do you know it's not under the table?" Rukia piped up, blinking innocently at him.
"It's a damn glass table, midget. Obviously I'd know if there was anything under it," he scoffed in annoyance.
Rukia shrugged, playfully twirling a glossy lock of hair around her finger.
"I dunno. I mean there's quite a lot of stuff on top of the table, you can't really see," she mused.
"There's no way I'm bending in this towel, you'll… ohh… I see, you wanna have a good look at my ass, don't you, Rukia?" he prompted, crossing his arms over his solid chest.
Rukia's cheeks flared up instantly, but she quickly regained her calm expression as she hopped off the couch.
"I guess that means you're going Free Willy huh, Ichigo?" she claimed perkily, picking up her denim jacket and her house keys.
"Oh, come on Rukia! Just give me my damn boxers!" Ichigo ground out exasperatedly.
"Batman boxers," Rukia corrected at once.
It was Ichigo's turn to flush. "Whatever. Where is it?" he muttered, closing his eyes in frustration.
And Rukia immediately marveled at how good he looked even when he was frustrated beyond reasoning.
His orange hair was partially dry, still spiky in a soft way. His heavy eyelids were shut over his eyes, his lashes barely grazing his defined cheekbones. His strong posture; the slight muscles in his arms could be seen clearly as his hands were folded on his chest. He was practically glowing under the fluorescent light of the hall; that added a nice blend as it spilled over his tan skin.
He looked like an angel. A real bad ass angel with an attitude.
"Oi, midget. You done ogling?" came his deep voice, snapping Rukia out of her reverie.
SHIT. This was the second, SECOND bloody time she was caught staring at Ichigo Kurosaki like a lovesick fangirl.
Ichigo hardly missed the blush that was quickly spreading across her pretty face.
He was grinning at her, that full on cocky grin he seemed to only reserve for her. With those perfectly white teeth, with the extra sharp canines- Okay Rukia, we get the point he has teeth that rival Edward Cullen's, enough! She scolded her wandering mind.
Just, at that moment, Rukia's stomach growled with hunger, it couldn't pick a more perfect time obviously.
And Ichigo did not even pretend, like a normal person, that he hadn't heard it.
"Looks like somebody's hungry. Now, can I have my underwear, Honey?" his grin replaced with his smirk, his eyes not leaving hers.
Rukia scowled at him. He got off easy this time. Only because she was starving and he was currently looking like a mix between a Hot Japanese Rockstar and Keanu Reeves.
"It's in the freezer," she muttered, buttoning up her denim jacket.
"What??" yelped Ichigo, scampering over to the kitchen so fast he almost dropped his towel.
He emerged seconds later, holding the black garment in his hands, a little vapour rising from it in its cold state.
"You're a dead woman, Rukia Kuchiki," he growled between gritted teeth before disappearing into her room to change.
Rukia was satisfied to hear some slight yelping coming from her bedroom. Ha. Ha. She'd frozen that arrogant ass he so confidently claimed she wanted to see.
"Rukia one, Ichigo nil," she mumbled under her breath as he came out of her room, looking absolutely disgruntled and uncomfortable.
She eyed his expression before bursting into laughter.
"Oh, stop being such a Drama Queen. That'll keep you from having another boner," she sniped sweetly, as he pulled on his Dark Blue jacket.
"You're eating my dust tonight, Kuchiki," Ichigo announced scathingly as he crossed over to the door, blatantly ignoring her.
Rukia couldn't help but giggle when she noticed he wasn't exactly walking straight.
"Two cheeseburgers and soft drinks please," Ichigo told the rather timid looking McDonald's worker, who began punching in the order at once.
"And super sized fries," added Ichigo half-heartedly, after being elbowed by the raven haired girl next to him.
"Anything else, sir?" piped up the young black-haired boy, whose name tag read Hanatarou.
What a funny name for a boy, thought Ichigo. But then again his name literally meant strawberry.
"No, that's all," Ichigo told him, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. At least, his boxers weren't so cold anymore, he thought shrugging.
"Eating here or takeaway?" the boy smiled nervously.
"Why so many questions! I'm hungry!" whined Rukia, her elbow digging into Ichigo's side.
"Whose fault is that, considering you hid my boxers?" Ichigo reasoned, rubbing his sore side.
"You didn't have to throw them in my face!" she growled back.
"You didn't have to put it into the freezer," snarled Ichigo, unaware of all the attention they were receiving from the people around them.
"Uhm… sir?" Hanatarou slowly piped up.
"Takeaway," said Rukia, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
Hanatarou ran off to fetch their orders, in case they wanted to change their order.
"Who said you get to decide?" Ichigo peered closer into her face, his honey gaze smoldering the hot violet beneath him.
"You were the one who said we should eat in the Park-," retorted Rukia, but was cut off by someone next to them clucking in disapproval.
Next to them was a pretty dark purple haired girl, with intense citrus eyes, wide and doe-shaped.
To Rukia it looked like the Mother of All Evil. The Daughter of Satan, in person.
In other words, Senna Miruko stood next to them in the line, leaning casually on the order table.
"Bickering? How ugly…" she said, waving her hand, a light giggle protruding her throat.
Nowhere near as hideous as you, Rukia thought grimly.
Ichigo said nothing and picked up both Rukia's and his dinner, which were in brown paper bags, and paying Hanatarou, signaling to Rukia to get the drinks. Maybe he'd just brush Senna off for now; he didn't want Rukia to run off again.
"Sorry, but we're in a little bit of a hurry," Ichigo plastered a fake grin on his face, grabbing Rukia with his free hand.
To Rukia's utmost surprise, the ever persistent Senna did not pursue them any further. Something was fishy. Senna would never give up so easily, at least not without a fight.
She was still deep in thought as they both head out of the restaurant and towards Central Park.
"Hey," Ichigo prodded the side of her cheek with a warm fry.
Rukia ignored him, the sudden breeze ruffling her soft hair as they trudged towards the well-lit park. It was pitch dark, and there was nobody else in sight.
"Hey, I'm sorry," Ichigo mumbled.
That caught Rukia's attention, bringing her back to Earth.
"For what?" she blinked up at him in confusion.
"I don't know. I just assumed you were angry with me, because you were so quiet," he said shrugging, taking a sip of his coke.
Rukia smiled up at him for being silly before she came to a dead halt.
Ichigo had walked a few steps ahead before realizing she wasn't by his side. He turned around, a slight frown on his face.
"Ichigo, what the heck are we doing in Central Park at this hour?" said Rukia suddenly, realizing her surroundings.
The sudden fear was etched upon her face, her violet eyes large.
"Why not?" Ichigo asked, confused.
Then she shook her head, walked towards him and grabbed his arm, attempting to drag him out of the park.
"Ichigo, this isn't Japan. This is freaking New York. Wondering around at night, especially a deserted park, is like practically begging to be mugged, raped, murdered, etc." she said exasperatedly, her violet eyes flashing dangerously.
Ichigo shrugged. It's true he hadn't thought of that, besides being one of the most exclusive cities, New York was also known for its sky high crime rate.
"Whatever. S'not like I'd let anybody harm you anyway," he ground out stubbornly.
Rukia pouted.
Oh come on, thought Ichigo. Does she actually think that's gonna work? Damn it! Why does she have to look so damn cute?
Ichigo found himself making a detour out of the park, Rukia following closely.
He shivered as another cool breeze travelled through his body, glancing around the deserted park. Now it just triggered him, why on Earth did he even think about coming here in the first place? He also noticed Rukia was shivering so much her teeth were chattering.
He put an arm around her, drawing her close to his larger body.
Rukia cocked an eyebrow at him, making him blush.
"What? You're shivering," he said pointedly, kicking a stray pebble out of his way.
They both barely heard someone slither up behind them, and put a hand on Rukia's shoulder.
"My, my… what a pretty girl you have there," slurred the voice behind them, making their insides ice.
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"I don't know Rangiku… it looked pretty intense to me, I mean she just turned seventeen in the summer," sighed Hisana worriedly, piling her glossy hair into a tight ponytail as she sat on her large bed, talking to the rather big bosomed, ginger haired woman standing next to her.
Hisana was having one of her mood swings, as she and Rangiku had decided to open a bottle. Or two.
"As long as the boy uses a condom, she should be fine," Rangiku waved off Hisana's comment hastily, obviously not the best advice giver in this situation.
It was funny how Rangiku Matsumoto and Hisana Kuchiki were best friends. Hisana was a petite little raven haired beauty, with warmly dressed curves, much like her younger sister. Rangiku, on the other hand was a voluptuous, ginger-haired woman with a pretty face. Hisana was well-mannered (most of the time), responsible and alert, whilst Rangiku was rather laid-back and easy going.
Byakuya was in Seattle, for business reasons, leaving Hisana to dwell worriedly about what she had caught her sister and her new friend doing in her rather distraught state.
Hisana's hair spilled to her shoulders again as she whirled around, exhaling sharply.
"Rangiku!!" she wailed, tugging on the edge of her red pajama shirt.
"Okay, okay, I mean if they even got that far… Jeez," Rangiku rolled her eyes, correcting herself.
Hisana sighed dejectedly as Rangiku sat down on the bed next to her.
"Come on Hissy, I know Rukia. She's a smart kid. You of all people should know that. You really gotta have more faith in her, and start acting more like her sister and less like her mother," Rangiku said confidently.
Hisana let a small smile form on her lips; she could smell her lavender soap from her freshly washed skin. It always calmed her nerves. It was second best to Byakuya, but since he wasn't here now, it'll have to do. Hisana was known for having random thoughts when she was drunk.
"You know what? You're right. I'm fretting for no reason. I miss my man," Hisana pouted.
Rangiku laughed. "So much for Girl Time," Rangiku smirked.
Just then the room door creaked open slowly, and a dark-haired man with a rather stoic face poked in.
"Am I intruding?" he asked uniformly, swiftly entering the room, not missing the grin on his pretty wife's face.
"You're home, baby! I missed you," Hisana giggled, running to hug him. She looked up at him through her shiny, violet eyes.
Byakuya raised an amused eyebrow, turning to Rangiku.
"Has she been drinking?" Byakuya said somewhat accusingly.
"Not that much," Rangiku stated, unable to hide her smile, knowing Hisana had the drinking capacity of a fly. Just like Rukia.
Hisana punched him lightly in the stomach.
"Can't I miss my darling hubby without a lawyer case?" Hisana pouted.
Then she turned sharply to Rangiku.
"He's being mean, and I'm going to punish him. Go away, Rangiku!" Hisana said drunkly to Rangiku before whacking Byakuya firmly in the ass.
Byakuya reddened immediately as Hisana winked devilishly at him.
His wife was nuts, and what could he say? He couldn't live without her. Oh, the irony.
"Goodnight to you too, Hissy," Rangiku muttered sarcastically, laughing as she caught the look on Byakuya's rather red face.
As she closed the door she heard stammers coming from Byakuya and Hisana laughing maniacally.
"I'm on top this time! You're punishment, honey," she heard Hisana say before she head towards the front door.
She shook her head, seriously pitying the poor man.
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Ichigo: What the hell was that? Who the hell was that? Are we gonna die?
Me: (chuckles mercilessly) Hey Ichigo! I got a real bright idea! Why don't you use your scary Bankai?
Ichigo: (narrows his eyes to mere slits) I really, really don't like you…
Rukia: Ichigo? Who's gonna die?!? (Grabs Ichigo's arm in fear)
Ichigo: (sweatdrops) ask the maniac of a writer.
Me: YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING (waves hands around like the penguin from Madagascar)
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A/N: Hey, hope you liked the chapter! I'm not going to say much about the next chapter. You'll just have to wait and see I guess. Did you guys like that bit on Hisana? It was a last minute thing, and I had roughly written many different situations for her, but I thought that this was the funniest.
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Oh Yeah, thanks to all my reviewers so far! You guys make my day! You totally rock.
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Jaa Ne,
IchigoRukiaforever
P.S: You guys should definitely give David Archuleta's album a listen! It's amazing, and I'm not just saying that because I love him to bits and pieces XD
Honest.
I wonder if it's healthy to be crushing on a singer this much? I even feel like changing my penname coz of him. I've got Archie on the brain 24/7.
Sorry, I just HAD to add that in.