(Okay hear me out. This is a idea I've had for awhile now and I've decided I'm just gonna go ahead and do it. So the premise is pretty simple. Each of the chapters will be an one-shot revolving around one of the Bleach girls dealing with an embarrassing situation. I already have quite the lineup planned and I intend to follow through with it. I hope you enjoy this first one.)
Rukia and the Diary
"There! All finished!" Ichigo said as he got up from scrubbing the floor. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon for the orange-haired shinigami and he had the house to himself as his sisters were at a friend's house and his father was...somewhere. He really didn't care. Rukia was in Soul Society and even Kon was out of his hair, having been dragged away by Yuzu. Ichigo had decided that the best use of his time alone was to clean his room and he had just finished scrubbing every nook and cranny.
Well. Almost.
Ichigo found himself staring down his own closet. Every other week or so, Rukia would use it had her rent-free motel whenever she was in the world of the living. Now Ichigo and Rukia were indeed good friends, having been through so much together, but this didn't change the fact that Rukia was a girl and Ichigo felt uneasy at the thought of snooping through a place where a girl regularly sleeps. At least until a thought came to mind.
"This is my closet dammit!"
And with that, Ichigo opening the door and got started. It only took him about five minutes to take everything off the floor and scrub it down. After waiting several more minutes for it to dry, Ichigo started putting everything back. The last thing to be returned was Rukia's futon. As Ichigo was setting it down however, a small object fell out of it, slamming right onto Ichigo's bare foot.
"Ouch! What the hell!?" He shouted.
Ichigo quickly grabbed the object off the floor and glared at it, only for his anger to turn into confusion when he saw what it was.
"It's a...diary?"
Sure enough, the object Ichigo was holding was a diary. The cover was a light-purple with gold trimming and the title, "My Diary." was written in cursive..
"Rukia...has a diary?"
Ichigo mindlessly flipped through it, seeing that a good portion of the diary had already been filled. Rukia had had this for a while. Suddenly Ichigo slammed the book shut.
"What the hell am I doing?" Ichigo asked himself. "I can't read through a girl's diary. I'm not Kon! I better put it back where I found it."
Before Ichigo could do that, he noticed in his haste to shut the book that he had bent the top corner of the page he was on.
"Crap. I gotta fix that!"
Ichigo opened it up in order to fix the corner, trying not to let his eyes absorb the text. Sadly, "and then Renji's pants exploded." still managed to catch his attention. Without meaning to, he started reading.
Dear Diary, today I was enjoying a delightful lunch with Onii-chan when Renji broke into the room. He seemed excited and was wearing strange rubber pants underneath his robes. I asked Renji what those pants were for and he explained that Kisuke had made them as defense in the fight against hollows. Renji pulled on a cord attached to the pants and they inflated. "This will help us bounce right back into battle when we get knocked back." He said. And then Renji's pants exploded. The force sent our food flying off the table and Onii-chan took out his zanpaktou, forcing Renji to run away in his green pineapple print boxers. I still feel a little sorry for him but I would be lying if I said the whole thing wasn't at least amusing.
Ichigo fell backwards and rolled on the floor, laughing his ass off.
"Oh man! I wish I could had seen that!"
After a few minutes, Ichigo was able to regain his composure and think.
"Ok. That was funny. But now I have to put the diary back for real. Rukia hasn't been in the best mood lately and she'd kill me if she knew I read her diary."
Ichigo was about to put it back but he wasn't done thinking.
"Come to think of it, Rukia has been a little off lately. Maybe something is bothering her."
Ichigo looked at the diary and took a deep breath.
"Ok. One more time. But only because I need to help her if I can."
Ichigo even skipped to the last entry to keep from reading anything unnecessary.
Dear Diary, I have been plagued by two recurring dreams as of late. One of them is an absolute nightmare and the other...well...let's talk about the nightmare first. In it, we are back at the battle against Aizen a year ago. Me and the others are heading toward the sight of the battle as we have before. A shadow approaches us from the dust and I think it's Ichigo. But it always turns out to be Aizen, holding Ichigo's limp body like a rag doll. I wake up drenched in sweat every time and I haven't told anyone.
Ichigo felt a lump of ice in his throat. "Rukia. All this time. And to be dealing with it all alone."
Ichigo put those thoughts to the side and continued reading, expecting the other dream to be similar.
As for the other dream...well...I really don't want to talk about it but since no one will ever read this, I suppose it's ok to write it out here.
"It must be an even worse dream than the last one if she's this reluctant to talk about it." Ichigo thought.
Me and Ichigo are on a moonlit beach. It's just the two of us there. We're standing in front of each other, looking into each other's eyes. Then he wraps his arms around me and...
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Ichigo was speechless. His face was red all over and he couldn't think clearly, trying to process everything he just read.
"Ichigo!"
"To think that Rukia would have those kinds of dreams. And with me of all people."
"Ichigo!"
"I gotta put this damn thing back now before she-
"ICHIGO!"
Ichigo gulped then turned his head to the window where the voice originated from. Sitting there and giving Ichigo a death glare was Rukia. Her face was red as well but Ichigo couldn't tell if she was blushing or fuming. Perhaps it was both.
"Rukia!? I-I can e-explain!"
"Stop reading my diary this instant!" Rukia jumped into the room and tore the diary out of Ichigo's hands, the page still open on the entry he was reading.
"I can't believe you Ichigo! What's wrong with you?" Rukia closed the book, turning even redder in the face once she saw what page he was on.
"Now before you get any ideas about that dream...
"I don't have any ideas!" Ichigo defended. I'm not some pervert! And besides you're the one who's having those dreams in the first place!"
"I don't choose too!" Rukia yelled. "They just happen!"
"Does that go for the Aizen dream too?" Ichigo asked.
Rukia's expression turned from anger to sadness as she look down.
"I know it's silly to have nightmares of something like that.."
"It's not silly!" Ichigo pulled Rukia into a tight hug, surprising her.
"I-Ichigo!"
"But you don't have to deal with that alone! I'm here. Orihime, Chad and all the others are here too. We're all here and alive and Aizen is locked up."
Ichigo relaxed his grip a little but still had his hands on her shoulders.
"You can always turn to us for things like this. Don't ever forget that."
Rukia continued to look down but a small smile escaped her lips.
"Thank you Ichigo."
Ichigo let out a sigh of relief. "I'm really sorry I read your diary. I had no right to do that and it won't happen again."
"Just so I know, how many more entries did you read?" Rukia asked.
"Just those dream ones and the one about Renji's pants exploding."
Rukia chuckled upon hearing that.
"I forgot how funny that day was. Apology accepted Ichigo."
The two hugged it out again and Rukia left, diary in tow. She continued moving across town until she was sure she was far away from Ichigo's house. She opened her diary up and saw that last page she wrote an entry in was stuck to the page Ichigo read. Rukia let out her own sigh of relief.
"The fact that Ichigo knows about these dreams of mine is pretty embarrassing." She mused. "But at least he didn't get into the one where Kaien joined in."