Chapter 25: Telephone

Another quick chapter from our girl. It's harder for her to write longer ones, since just these 9 pages on word were 17 in her cursive. But we hope you like it. Depending on how long this situation continues for her, these shorter chapters are going to make Telephone longer, by chapter count. She still has her end goal though. She appreciates my fast typing skills and your patience, and support. Basically- she fuckin' loves us.

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From: Asano Keigo

You all abandoned me. I'm going to run away if you don't check up on me within a week Ichigo!

Dropping his Torch back onto his nightstand, muttering annoyingly under his breath, Ichigo rolled back to the middle of his large bed, pulling his covers back up over his shoulder, amber eyes easing shut again- "No, Rukia."

His petite shinigami huffed from their bedroom's door, crossing her arms beneath her chest, leaning against the frame as she glared at his back; "You don't even know what I came in to nicely ask."

Ichigo rolled his eyes, shifting beneath the covers and pulling his pillow closer, feeling her reiatsu trying to soften him. Sneaky woman.

"You've spent all week hinting at it, and I am not going to pay to watch your Chappy movie-."

"Nii-sama already paid for it, Kurosaki. He doesn't neglect me like you-." She jumped as he threw the covers off and rolled wildly out of bed, falling to the carpet below and jumping to his feet, rounding on her with sharp, alert eyes; "Byakuya? Did you honestly tell him I neglect you-!"

She smirked at the defensive edge his reiatsu took, feeling it search as far as it could for the captain, violet eyes bright even as he scowled at her, his reaper looking up at him with a sly look.

"The Kurosaki Ichigo, afraid of my dear Nii-sama?"

Ichigo's glare fell into a menacing look, teeth gritted together; "Your dear Nii-sama , nearly killed me, woman! Does- w-was he even aware that we're living together now!"

Rukia only reached up to the collar of his tee, pulling him down to her height, tip of her nose touching his.

"…kidding." She pushed against his chest, stepping around him as he stood tall again, his amber eyes following her move into the bathroom, hearing the sink run.

Her bangs brushed back only to fall back in place, Rukia swiped her toothbrush off the counter, covering the bristles with paste and wetting it, turning off the flow and glancing into the mirror as he moved to the door.

"As much as you irritate me, I wouldn't want Nii-sama to get rid of you just yet."

She shot him a smile before she started brushing her teeth, Ichigo's gaze fixated on her, silent. Rubbing his neck, Ichigo stepped onto the cold tile and moved behind her, leaning over her smaller frame to rest his hands on the counter, boxing her in between his warm body and the sink; bumping his jaw against her crown, Ichigo sighed as their eyes met in the mirror's reflection, his amber eyes soft as he looked at her.

"Seriously, though… does he know? Does anyone know?"

Rukia hummed softly, reaching up and grazing her fingers along his jaw, pulling her toothbrush out of her mouth and covering it, careful not to spit out; "I don't really know, to be honest… I also don't want to ask in case, for whatever reason, they don't know."

Ichigo only nodded, watching her finish brushing her teeth, turning on the faucet for her.

"The shit you put me through, Kuchiki… I deserve pancakes. Fat, warm pancakes."

Rukia nearly snorted trying not to laugh as she rinsed her brush, leaning over to scoop up water and rinse her mouth, her rear pushing back into him, his hands moving onto her waist exposed by her tight tee having ridden up, thumbs rubbing circles against her skin.

She straightened up as she turned off the sink, grabbing their hand towel and wiping her mouth, letting him pull her back against his body, strong arms wrapping themselves around her petite frame to engulf her in his warmth, his nose buried in her hair.

They stood quietly for some moments, Ichigo slowly swaying them side to side, his reiatsu running over her, soothing her.

His voice was rough, muffled by her soft tresses; "So… about those pancakes…."

Plates and bowls clanked together, Tatsuki's bangs teasing her brows as she scrubbed the dishes beneath the hot water, Inoue drying them beside her.

"How was school this week, Hime?"

Rubbing down a bowl, Inoue nodded, glancing over at her friend as she set down it and took a plate from Tatsuki's hands, a small smile playing at her lips as she carefully dried; "It went by well, really quick. We met a friend of Rukia's, too."

"That's weird to hear, to be honest…." Grabbing the last plate, Tatsuki frowned lightly as the dried sauce refused to come off, throwing Inoue a quick glance, finding her grey eyes confused; "I mean, we all met Rukia through Ichigo. Anyone who knew Rukia, only knew her because Ichigo slipped up and allowed someone to actually see the poor girl, and heaven forbid- maybe even greet her."

Inoue smiled, remembering the glares he gave any male who tried to even look at his shinigami, suspicious of any girls that weren't herself or Tatsuki.

Tossing the sponge down, Tatsuki growled, scratching at the sauce with her nails; "Okay, so that was a tiny bit exaggerated, but point is- unless they're from Soul Society; Rukia's friends are indeed, rare as hell."

Inoue sighed as she nodded, leaning her hands against the counter, waiting for Tatsuki to hand her the last plate.

"She's really nice, but Kurosaki-kun hasn't met her yet, I think."

"Nani?" Scratching off the last of the sauce, Tatsuki grabbed the sponge again, scrubbing it thoroughly; "What kind of boyfriend doesn't know the friend? How did you meet her but he didn't?"

Tatsuki perked a brow as Inoue laughed, looking over at her curiously.

Watching Tatsuki rinse the plate and hand it over, Inoue took it, grinning with bright eyes.

"Kurosaki-kun was sleeping when she came to have lunch with us. He was exhausted that day, never saw him so tired."

Tatsuki leaned on the counter, smiling with a small laugh, brushing back her dark hair; "Must have been studying pretty intensely that night."

"Pancakes," Rukia mumbled, flipping over the flapjack nicely browning; "Of all the things to love, you love pancakes."

"And my bed- I love that bed…." Ichigo stood at the island, arms crossed over his firm chest, waiting patiently as he could as Rukia made him breakfast, his amber eyes watching her. Counting to ten, Rukia then scooped up the pancake and layered it on the small stack by the stove, turning off the stove, tossing her spatula into the sink.

She picked up the plate of pancakes with a grin, turning from the stove-top, breathing in the warmth filling the air.

"Alright, Ichigo, here are your panca-."

Rukia gasped as he caught her lips in a sudden kiss, the plate held out to the side away from his body pushing into her, his warm hands slipping under her tee, caressing her slender waist as she closed her shocked eyes with a moan.

He nipped and suckled at her lips, pulling her hips up against him, forcing Rukia back until he had her against the wall, laughing into her as the plate bumped the wall, his hand reaching out and catching the plate before she could drop it. She let Ichigo take it, the plate slid onto the counter and quickly forgotten, her hands reaching up and burying themselves into his orange mane, pulling him back down against her mouth.

Hands fisting up her flannel pants, Ichigo hitched her up onto his hips, holding her up against the wall, grinding into her.

Moaning, gasping out as his growing arousal pressed against her, Rukia shivered at the trace of his tongue along her lip, giving him a wicked smile as she didn't let him go any further, slipping her fingers between their hot mouths with his reiatsu flaring impatiently; "Rukia-!"

Ichigo groaned heatedly, nudging her hand aside, biting at the soft curve of her jaw into her neck, his death god clenching her fist around his mane.

"You're insatiable, Kurosaki!" She gave his hair a rough pull, smashing her mouth onto his, letting him slip past her lips and slowly push and drag his tongue against hers, his hands gripping her spread thighs. He bucked into her, moaning with her, their breaths heavy as they pulled apart for air.

Quick kisses shared, still catching their breaths, Ichigo spread her legs further and settled in closer between them, leaning his forehead against hers, looking into violet eyes; "I'm definitely not the only one addicted here."

The heiress breathed out a laugh, wrapping her legs tight around his hips, running her hands down to his clothed chest.

Fingers lightly tracing patterns over the cotton, running a hand up to curl around his neck and grasp the nape of his neck under his orange mane, Rukia quickly pressed a chaste kiss onto his lips, violet hues playful as she looked up into darkening eyes-

"A Kuchiki doesn't have any addictions."

She felt an alluring anxiousness run up her spine at the determination set within his eyes, a handsome smirk pulling at his lips, reaching up to tug at her stray bang; "Really, now?"

Are you home Yuzu?

"Hold still, Karin, I got a text."

Scowling as she shifted on the wooden floor of their living room, her crossed legs beginning to go numb, Karin slumped back against the couch as Yuzu held the braid where she had left off, instructions printed off the internet for a 'french braid' sitting beside her.

iPhone in hand, the screen lock slid aside, Yuzu read her text with a smile, quickly replying back. Turning back to Karin's thick hair laced halfway up into a braid, she continued twisting and interlacing the locks of tresses, glancing every few seconds up at their Macbook set on the coffee table, Ninja Warrior streaming with crisp resolution; "I can see you signing up for that, Karin-chan."

Scratching at her neck, Karin shrugged, stretching out a leg in front of her.

"Yeah, but you can also see me being too lazy."

Yuzu laughed as she shook her head, tying up the braid with a thin hair-band; "Bam. You're now trendy, I suppose."

Karin scrunched her nose, reaching behind her and snatching up Yuzu's instructions, looking over them as Yuzu settled back, watching the show as she sat on the couch behind her twin.

"So, this is how my hair looks?"

Yuzu chirped a quick 'hai,' her own locks of sandy-brown long and loose about her, bangs teasing her lashes.

Her phone vibrated again, immediately picked up.

Want to catch a movie?

But then Karin will be home alone….

Drag her ass out with us!

Yuzu practically beamed, leaning over and wrapping her arms around Karin, nuzzling her suspicious sister's temple; "Want to go to the movies, Karin-chan?"

The door slammed shut behind them, their bodies spun by her handsome male to have her fall back into their bed's lush comfort, his death god splayed openly and trusting of him across the large mattress, carefully crawling over her and diving to mold their lips together.

Fingers pulled at the drawstrings of her pants, pushing up her tee, brushing back her raven tresses; he felt like he just couldn't touch enough of her, couldn't work fast enough to pleasure her, to have her bare to his senses, bare for his reiatsu to run over her.

Shoving his hand under her shirt, Ichigo moaned at her bare breasts free of any hooks or clasps, his entire hand cupping her modest mounds of supple flesh, feeling her tremble and arch up into his hand, her body never ceasing to enjoy his touch. Kissing her lips over and over again, kneading her breasts whole and gently, he gave her lips a quick nip, hovering his mouth over her.

"Tell me to stop, Kuchiki."

Rukia took in a shaken breath, his mouth pushing onto hers, locking their parted lips together. He pulled out from under her shirt and ran his fingertips down her toned stomach, running down her pelvis over her flannels, palming her between her legs.

He had her trembling and whining beneath him, his mouth trailing off her lips onto her jaw, kissing that elegant curve; "Go on, tell me. Cut yourself off from me."

Ichigo rubbed at her clothed intimacy, driving soft gasps from her parted lips, his mouth pressing open kisses onto the warm skin of her neck. Rukia clutched at his shirt as she felt him bite down on her pulse, keeping the mark he'd left her weeks ago fresh, sucking hard on her skin caught between his teeth.

Closing her eyes, pushing her crown back to expose her skin even more to him, Rukia drew in a sharp breath, his fingers having slipped under her pants, rubbing at her thighs and running his hand up to push aside her wet lace.

"Ichigo. Ich-Ichi… don't-."

He held still at her words, breathing out hard, his hand shaking in the slightest as he held it between her legs, his finger having been slipped between her labia and just barely forbidden from pushing into her.

Ichigo made to pull back and look at her, but she moved a hand into his mane, keeping him in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin. Violet eyes looking up at the ceiling, holding Ichigo still against her, Rukia panted for breath, eyes slipping shut as her words stuttered past her lips-

"Don't stop."

Rukia laid tangled within the soft, cotton sheets, her sweat barely kissing off her skin into the flowing breeze from his open window, arms curled around her pillow as she slept with her nose buried in the crook of her elbow, dark hair messy and tangled.

Pulling the covers over her, hands sinking into the bedding as he leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder, Ichigo quietly made his way out of his bedroom into the living room, closing the door behind him, feet cradled by the soft carpeting Rukia adored. The balcony door was slid open, white curtains billowing in the noon's breeze, the tall male making his way over into his kitchen.

Grabbing the syrup from the fridge, taking the plate of pancakes with him as he rounded the island, Ichigo poured a generous amount on the small stack, watching it flow over the sides, pooling at the bottom.

"Pancakes."

Tapping the counter for his fork, he cussed as he had forgotten it, jumping out of the counter's chair, cussing again as the bare skin of his torso touched the cold marble of his counter.

Drawer pulled open, Ichigo took what he needed, nearly rounding the counter to sit again when he heard the familiar hum of a phone, eyes glancing at his bedroom with a frown; "Mine's in the room…."

Bananas pushed aside, he found Rukia's phone buzzing much too long for a text notification, turning it over and checking the screen, amber eyes flashing dangerously.

Usui Naoya

mobile

Running his tongue over his canines, looking at the bedroom door for a moment, Ichigo shoved his hand into his sweat's pocket, sliding the lock aside and taking the call, raising Rukia's iPhone to his ear.

"Yo."

Silence held momentarily on the other end, probably long enough for the fucker to frown and check he called the right number, pressing the phone back to his ear as he hesitantly started; "Yeah… is Rukia there?"

Ichigo had a tight frown, hand clenched around her sleek cell phone, breathing in deeply.

"She's sleeping right now, can't come to the phone."

"Sleeping? It's noon."

Ichigo's reiatsu flared angrily, turning to the bedroom door and burning his stare into it, soon finding a smirk pulling at his lips- "We had a busy morning. Can I take a message?"

A scoff carried over from the blonde male, his irritation obvious in his voice.

"Yeah, tell her-."

End Call

Throwing her phone across onto the couch, Ichigo smiled as he gave a small 'oops,' moving back to the counter and climbing into his chair, cutting through his pancakes with his fork.

Mouth full of pancakes drenched in syrup, Ichigo leaned back in his chair, swallowing, licking the corner of his lips clean; "Asshole."

Ryuu pocketed his Android as he made his way up to the Kurosaki household, door opened as he came up, smiling handsomely as Yuzu waited with a soft smile.

"Hey, Ryuu."

He stepped in under the frame, lips pressing onto her forehead, arms wrapped around her waist; "Hey yourself, sweetness."

"You two are gross!" Laughing as Karin slammed shut a door upstairs, they moved into the living room, door closed behind them, Ryuu keeping to the door as his dark eyes looked around; "Huh… this is weird."

Yuzu frowned, looking around as well, fingers twisting about themselves nervously.

"W-what's weird? You don't like it?"

Her senior shook his head with a small smile, reaching over and taking her hand, eyes bright behind his growing bangs; "The way your brother scowls all the time and ran his players into the dirt- just expected some prison cell or something. This is a really nice home, Yuzu…."

She beamed as she quietly thanked him, Ryuu turning his attention to the photos lining the walls and shelves, his brown eyes finding one of his captain's graduation, shocked to him smiling- teeth and all.

Rapping his knuckle lightly against the framed photo, Ryuu glanced at his sophomore, jerking his head at the picture; "Really?"

"What?" Standing beside him, Yuzu looked up the photo, smiling as she remembered the pride she felt, having taken the photo, reaching up and running her fingers over it.

"I took this all the way from the stands with his camera, couldn't believe I caught it. It's one of my favorites…."

"Yuzu, just give up! Most of his hair was hidden by the hat!"

"Kojima Mizuiro and Kunieda Ryō!"

Pushing away her sister's hand trying to take the camera, her father yelping as he nearly dropped the 'Graduating Chappy' from his arms full of horns and balloons, Yuzu bit her lip with her brown gaze scanning the large group of seniors feet ahead, the Kurosaki family sitting to their left.

She hadn't been able to take a single photo, gripping the camera tightly in her small hands, trying to find her brother and dear Rukia in the crowd, lips trembling as she held back her tears.

'How could we get stuck here, on the side? And their names! Rukia's should have been called, not Kunieda-san's! Are they-?'

There. Yuzu could hardly breathe as she caught sight of the pair, the seats having blocked them now empty, Rukia's profile clear in the daylight as Ichigo sat beside her- taller- his orange mane peeking out beneath the hat.

"There! It's Ichi-nii!"

Yuzu turned on the camera, raising it to her eyes and peering through the lens, twisting its manual zoom all it could, shifting her hand to focus.

"Kuchiki Rukia and Kurosaki Ichigo!"

Pressing down on the button, the young twin laughed as her sister and father jumped to their feet either side of her, cheering with the rest of the crowd and blowing horns, Isshin dancing from his place and throwing confetti into the air.

Lowering the camera, Yuzu watched her brother and shinigami stand up from their seats and walk down the center aisle to the stage, taking photos as Rukia walked steps before Ichigo, receiving a firm handshake from the principal and their diplomas.

"Yuzu, did you get any of that? It was perfect, they were walking towards our side-!"

Going through the photos on the small digital screen, Karin and her father sitting back down as their pair of seniors went back to their seats, Yuzu found the one; found the first picture she took, her smile wide and bright.

Rukia's gaze had been cast down onto her lap, laughing through her smile, the tassel hanging by her ear. Beside her was Ichigo, looking at her with eyes soft behind his bangs, a handsome smile gracing his lips as their names were called out together.

Ryuu shook his head as he stared in near awe, following Yuzu's finger as she pointed at Rukia, seeing pride and admiration reflected in her brown eyes; "That's Rukia-chan, Ryuu.

"She's my brother's smile …."

Kuchiki Rukia. "I remember her," he started, turning his gaze onto Yuzu; "She waited every single day in the bleachers, always at the gate when he finished soccer."

Yuzu nodded with a smile, looking back to the wall as she moved up onto her toes, pointing at another one.

"This one was taken afterwards when we were able to go find them. He has a copy of it, we've seen it during some of the video chats."

"Ichi-nii has a copy of every photo we've caught them together in." Karin's voice turned their gazes to the stairs, the raven beauty zipping up her hoodie as she took the last step, grey boots matching her sister's. Phone slipped into her jeans, patting down the money in her back pocket, Karin walked up to the couple with a faint smile to her lips, standing with them as she glanced over their photos, turning to the senior; "Mind blown so far? Wait 'til you actually get sucked into this chaos. You'll see sides you've never seen to us."

Laughing as he nodded, Ryuu reached up and tugged at her braid resting to the side, turning her eyes onto him.

"I've been getting glimpses of it."

"Much love, KurosakiLove!"

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