Chapter Twelve: Class Trips (pt. 2)
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Night 1
The camera zoomed in on Chizuru sleeping on a lavish bed before it zoomed out and focused in on Tatsuki, sitting on the soft, carpeted floor, flipping through the channels of the television in their room. Then, the camera turned around to show Orihime's smiling face. "Kon'nichiwa! Chizuru's sleeping right now, so I'm doing the video." She turned the camera away and focused it on Tatsuki. "Where do you think Rukia is, Tatsuki?"
Tatsuki shrugged and continued to flip through the channels. "Probably with her new lover." Her eyes widened and she quickly whipped her head to look at the camera, which furiously nodded. Tatsuki got up and the camera blacked out before the room's door appeared on the screen. The camera looked at Tatsuki who crouched down beside the door and nodded before reaching up and quietly and slowly opening the door.
The camera zoomed in through the tiny crack of the opened door to show Rukia leaning on the doorframe, smiling up at Ichigo who stood with his hands in his pockets. He tapped his foot and smiled back down at her. "So, I'll meet up with you later?"
Rukia nodded and reached for the doorknob. "Yeah, I'll call you when everyone's asleep." She smiled when he nodded and walked away.
The camera zoomed out to show Tatsuki waving at Orihime with wide eyes. "Abort mission! Abort! Abort!" She half-whispered/half-yelled and somehow, they both got back to their original positions before Rukia walked in.
She sighed and dropped her stuff on the bed across from Chizuru's and lied down, watching the channel Tatsuki stopped at. "Hey, guys." She sighed out with a small smile.
Tatsuki smirked. "Hmph. You're happy today."
Rukia shrugged and a little pink creeped up on her cheeks. "It's not bad to be happy."
.. ... .. 1:30 A.M. .. ... ..
Lightly smacking her lips together, Rukia sat up on her bed and yawned as she stretched her arms out. She looked to the side where Orihime slept beside her and yawned again. "Hime? Orihime?" She turned to the other bed Tatsuki and Chizuru shared. "Chizuru? Tatsuki?" With a sigh, she got up to slip her sandals onto her feet before reaching for her cell phone and walking over to the door.
As she kept a hand on the doorknob, she dialed a number and held the phone to her ear. "Hey." She greeted with a small smile. "Yeah, everyone's asleep right now. I'll meet you outside." She closed her phone and walked out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.
Tatsuki slowly rose from under the covers and sat up on the bed with a smirk and turned the camera to her face. "Can't believe she didn't see the camera."
.. ... .. 1:42 A.M. .. ... ..
The camera shook a bit as tree branches hit it as Tatsuki made her way to the lake behind the castle. Finally, after a few minutes, she arrived at the lake and her eyes sparkled at the sight. The lake was so beautiful, it was like something off of a Disney movie. The camera looked around a bit before it finally found Rukia sitting on a rock in front of the lake, Ichigo sitting in front of her and in between her legs. A scoff was heard from behind the camera. "Leave it to Ichigo to meet up with a girl at a lake." She quiety made her way over behind a tree behind the two where she couldn't be seen and her eyes widened when she noticed that Rukia was wearing Ichigo's hoodie. "Leave it to Ichigo, the romantic, to meet up with a girl at a lake and let her wear his hoodie."
The camera focused in on Ichigo and Rukia from their sides. Yawning, Rukia continued her story. "And Chizuru's got this camera that everyone's passing around for this trip. They're shoving that thing in my face every five minutes."
Ichigo nodded and brought his right leg up to rest his arm on it, letting his other leg fall flat on the ground. "Yeah? Doesn't sound to me that it's just for this trip."
Rukia shrugged. "I know. But, I wanna see the footage they manage to get."
"Yeah, okay. But, when almost all of that footage is full of us, don't get mad." He said with a roll of his eyes.
She rolled her eyes as well and lightly grabbed a fistful of his thick hair, rocking his head back and forth. "Gah! Why are you so depressing?"
Ichigo looked up at her with a grin as he tried to take her hand out of his hair. "Shut-up!" When he finally managed to do so, he kept her hand in his and smirked up at her. "I'm not depressing around you, am I?"
She rolled her eyes again at his smirk and blushed a bit. "No, but you are a shamless flirt."
He shrugged and sucked his teeth when she turned his head back to face the lake, smiling a bit when one of her hands held a side of his face and the other was in his hair. He bent his head back and glared at her with tightly knit eyebrows when she pinched his nose. "I don't find anything wrong with that." He said in a nasally voice before she laughed right in his face.
"I don't find anything wrong with that!" Tatsuki mocked in a high voice from behind the camera before switching it to photo mode. "Hooligans." She sighed out before she took the picture. The camera turned back to her face and Tatsuki grinned and nodded at it with a thumbs up before turning the camera off.
End of Flashback
In front of a lake, Rukia sat on a rock with a large hoodie on that was almost five times her size. Sitting in between her legs, Ichigo bent his head back and he glared at her with tightly knit eyebrows as she laughed in his face. She kept a hand in his hair and her small fingers pinched his nose. The caption of the picture read: NIGHT One of the Class Trip. 2:45 IN THE MORNING GUYS!
Isn't it great how I got internet on my phone RIGHT before this trip?
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Isn't it great how almost EVERYONE got internet on their phone before this trip?
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It's cuz we aaaaaaall knew that they were gonna get all cutesy and we needed to see it for ourselves.
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Ichigo's gonna kick ASS later. . . ^^
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...And you two aren't together ? I'm pretty shure Ichi wouldn't let just anybody touch his face and hair like that...
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WOOOOOOOOT !
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Okay, who ARE you, Woot dude?
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WOOOOOOOOT !
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DON'T QUESTION WOOT-SAMA AND HIS WAYS !
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