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Seireitei Gakuen Drama - 瀞霊廷 学園ドラマ

TheCherryOnTop

Chapter 11 Pt.1

Beauty In The Truth

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Oh shit, I'm late. It's frickin' 8:30!

I don't even know where my uniform is, and-

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It's saturday.

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...Oh.

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Note to self: Never, ever use alcohol to make yourself feel better.

You might get a high, but eventually, You. Will. Crash.

You.

Will.

Kuh.

Rash.

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Ten minutes after waking up, I slowly sat up, wincing at the sharp-ish pain in my head.

So not good.

I slipped out of bed veeeeeery slowly, slipping on my pwn-some bunny slippers, and making my way to the bathroom.

Oh.

Did I ever mention I have my own private bathroom? It's connected to my bedroom.

After washing my face, I stripped out of my pajamas (I don't even know how I made it home last night, let alone changing my clothes.) and pulled on a t-shirt and black sweatpants.

Then I realized something.

The shirt.

It's Ichigo's.

You know, the "Nice Vibe" one?

Yeah. That.

...How did I get Ichigo's t-shirt...?

The possibilities.

Yum.

;)

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Went downstairs for breakfast.

Byakuya-nii is sitting, all perfectly dressed, not a hair out of place, sipping coffee and reading a newspaper, as usual.

Hisana-nii is flipping pancakes and humming what sounds like "Pocketfull Of Sunshine" by Natasha Bedingfield.

"Morninnng." I drawled, plopping down into my seat across Byakuya-nii.

"Good morning, Roo. Sleep well?" Hisana-nii smiled, turning around slightly to look over her shoulder at me.

"...Sure..."

Breakfast was longer than usual, but no one gave any complaints.

I mean, I'm sure not complaining. Everything I do is probably going to be slow today.

"Roo, can you please do the dishes?"

"I'm done anyways, I'll do it now," I stood up, picking up my plate and glass and making my way to the sink.

Byakuya-nii looked down at his watch. "I better get going."

"Oh you two, just a minute please," Hisana-nii smiled at me. "I have something important to tell you."

"Is it very important? My meeting starts in ten minutes." Byakuya-nii said as he took his plate to the sink- but I stopped him midway and took it from him.

"Yeah, I've got stuff to do today," I lied, putting the dishes in the sink.

"It's ok, then...it's not that important anyway," Hisana-nii said softly. "...It's only about an additional family member."

Silence.

I was standing at the kitchen sink, turned around, staring at Hisana-nii wide-eyed.

...No way...

Byakuya-nii was staring at Hisana-nii so hard it looked like he was going to burn into her soul.

The bamboo decoration by the garden in the back moved again, sending a soft 'clonk' sound.

"Additional… family member?"

Byakuya-nii's voice seemed to shatter the awkward silence.

"Well… I'm pregnant!"

I gasped right out loud.

As for Byakuya-nii's reaction?

Well, I wouldn't know.

I fainted.

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I shouldn't have woken up.

I should have just stayed in bed.

I shouldn't have worn Ichigo's shirt today.

Because when I woke up...

HE WAS SITTING RIGHT THERE.

IN MY ROOM.

NEXT TO MY BED.

ON MY CHAIR.

...BETCH, GET OFF!

You see, after I fainted, Hisana-nii conveniently freaked out and called Isshin to ask him to come down and make sure I hadn't died or something.

Apparently Ichigo was there when Isshin picked up the phone and conveniently found out about my fainting act.

So he came down to check it out.

To find me sprawled on the floor in his t-shirt.

When I woke up, slowly opening my eyes, first thing I see is Ichigo's face.

And what does he do?

He smirks.

Andandand then he says-

"Nice vibe, huh?"

...SHUT UP BETCH, IMMA SLAP YOU TO THA MOON!

"Shut up!" I pulled the blanket over me, "What are you doing here? Who gave you permission to be in here? NII-SAMA!"

Ichigo rolled his eyes, "Geez, you make me sound like some perverted molester or something. Your brother left for a meeting, and your sister let me in here, so you can stop screaming like a banshee."

"A banshee?" I screech, narrowing my eyes at him dangerously, "A banshee? Only an insensitive idiot would-"

The words end up cut off by his lips.

And then his tongue.

(I wonder if he realizes we're in his room and anyone can walk in at any minute.)

Right.

I would love to continue, but I remember everything from last night and my anger from yesterday begins to resurface and I push Ichigo away—

I mean, who does he think he is? Screw that amazingly skillful tongue of his! Does he just think he can just walk in and start making out with me whenever he feels like it and then not explaining himself to me or even telling me beforehand that he was taking Senna, private enemy number 1, to the dance?

I mean, at least he knew I was going with Renji as friends!

NO! EN GUARDE!

So I pull away from him and do myself a favor- I slap Ichigo on the face, hard.

I mean, it kinda almost seemed to echo in my room.

Whoa.

He looks very stunned, like a deer caught in headlights.

Well, it's not like I bruised his face or anything. It's just kinda red on the right side, now.

"How dare you kiss me like that?" I yell rather dramatically. "You think that I'll just let you make out with me like some kind of pushover? You went to the dance with Senna without even saying anything! You made me think I had a chance with you and then you go and pull that stunt!"

To make him understand how freaking serious I am, I slap him again, turning his head to the right this time. "Don't you dare try to kiss me again, you stupid jerk!"

Ichigo looks at me, his face pinkish-red and his eyes full of hurt.

For 2 seconds, I think he's going to apologize.

Haha, NO.

"Rukia, would you calm down—"

"CALM DOWN?" I roar, poking him harshly in the chest, causing his red face to look stunned. "I am calm!"

Ichigo sighs and looks down at the floor solemnly, running his fingers through his hair, before finally lifting his head to meet my eyes.

He scratches his head and blushes slightly.

This is getting kinda awkward...

"Look, I'm sorry for taking Senna to the dance without telling you." Ichigo's voice is slightly pained and plainly honest, "I tried to tell yo-"

"What! When?"

"The day of the dance, after school." Ichigo's sorrowful brown eyes are set on mine, and with the baby voice he's using, it's kinda pulling at my heart. "I tried to tell you, but you got a phone call and ran off before I could say anything."

I stare at him for a moment before another question pops into my brain, "Wait, who asked who?"

"Huh?"

"Did you ask Senna to the dance-"

"Oh. No." feeling a little more comfortable now (and a little more positive that I wasn't going to slap him again) Ichigo sits up a little, "She asked me. Actually, she had been asking me for the past two days, saying she really, really wanted to go with me, bla bla bla.." Ichigo gets a small frown on his face, "Then Friday after school, right before I ran to find you, she attached herself to me and almost cried, saying she would if I didn't take her. So, I did."

...WHAT.

"I see..." I said in a growly tone.

"Why do you hate her so much, anyways?" Ichigo leaned forward slightly, hooking his right arm behind him around his chair.

I sigh softly. "It's a really long story."

Ichigo smiled a genuine smile- not one of those smirks, "I like long stories...hey, are you busy today, by any chance?"

I narrow my eyes, "Why, are you gonna ask me out?"

"Well I-"

"Because you totally owe me one." I say, flipping the blanket off of me and flipping onto my right side, and then pulling my pants down slightly.

At this, Ichigo freaks out, covering his eyes, his face turning a vibrant red color.

"R-Rukia, what're you-"

"Chill stupid, I'm not coming onto you. You don't deserve that. Look at this." I point to the big purple bruise I am now sporting on my right leg, "Your little date shoved me into the table yesterday and gave me this."

Ichigo stared at the bruise, looking lost in thought. I stare at him for a full moment as his fingers slightly graze next to the bruise.

"...What?"

"What are you doing today?" he says suddenly, sounding rather pained and urgent.

"Um..." I racked my brains out, wondering if I had anything important to do today, "Nothing. I don't know...oh. Around 4, I'm going over to "

"Then let's go out somewhere."

"W-What?" I sat up straight, frowning, "But I'm not even dressed properly!"

"So get dressed." Ichigo said in a isn't-it-obvious kind of tone. I squinted at him.

"Well, aren't you smart?"

"I am." Ichigo's face was suddenly worried, "So, is it a date?"

"But this is so sudden..."

"You know, you don't even have to change. You can just go like that." Ichigo said, looking me up and down. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh yeah, totally. I can go out with cutoff sweats, your t-shirt, and bed hair."

Ichigo wrinkled his nose, "Well, fix your hair. You look like a crazy person who broke out of the hospital...oh, wait. You always look like that..."

"...Ichigo, I'm going to kill you and feed you to Fabio."

"Who?"

"My rabbit." I point to my bunny's cage in the corner of my room, near the window.

Ichigo raises an eyebrow, "I didn't know you had a rabbit...where was it when you stayed at my house for a week?"

"I didn't have him then, I got him like, a week ago." I get up, skip over dork-ish-ly and open the cage, very carefully taking out my baby love.

Fabio Kurokōri Kuchiki was added to the fambam on December 1 (which is actually Ulquiorra's birthday, LOL.), after much begging and pleading to Hisana-nii and Byakuya-nii to let me have a pet. (The last pet I had was a goldfish I got from the annual Sakura Festival downtown, which lived for a week- his name was Shiro. Momo named him because he was an oddly pale goldfish, which for some reason reminded her of Toshiro's hair. The same thing happened to Orihime- she named her's Sanji and it died a day before mine did.)

Fabio is my baby. He's still little, so he's really small, like a little ball of fluff. His fur is all white, except for his ears, paws, eyes, and tummy. Hisana-nii like to call him a panda because of his fur pattern.

"Why'd you call him Fabio?" Ichigo asks me as I go back to settle myself on my bed with my bunny-love in my lap.

"Because he was the Fabio of all the other rabbits there. Any female rabbit would die to get her paws on Fabio, which is why he came here to live with me." I explain proudly, feeding a piece of rabbit cereal to Fabio as I do.

Ichigo has the nerve to roll his eyes, "So what you're saying is that your rabbit is a player."

"He is NOT a player! He's an innocent sweetie who captures all the other rabbits' hearts! Even male rabbits want him!"

"...That's gross. You are so wierd, Rukia."

"Shut up." I hand Fabio to him, "And get out of my room, I'm gonna take a shower."

"What do you want me to do with this?" Ichigo asks, awkwardly holding Fabio.

"He's not an 'it', he's my little boy! Geez. Take him with you so you won't get lonely." I smirk and shove Ichigo out before he can answer.