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Eep.
Dorky Plotbunny attack.
Well, please excuse the slight OOC-ness.
Anyways, enjoy! And please review and feel free to point out mistakes, etc.! I need to get better… ;-;…
oh yeah, this is a "slightly" edited version... the last one looked kinda messy... w;;;
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach, not me. If I owned it, then Gin would come back for Rangiku and tell her that he loves her and then they would live happily ever after.
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Ichigo was absolutely, positively, annoyed.
First of all, it was his life, not theirs.
Second of all, what did they care? He still didn't get why they were so curious.
And here he was, getting the hell annoyed out of him, being bombarded with sudden questions and just generally annoying questions.
Ishida approached him first, during lunch.
"Hey, Kurosaki… what do you think of Kuchiki-san?"
"…none of your business."
That was random, even for Ishida, being the nosy dork he was.
Orihime joined in the interrogation.
"Ne, Kurosaki-kun, don't you miss her?"
"…"
"Well?"
"Kurosaki, you want to see her, don't you?"
"How come you didn't bring her back with you, ne, Kurosaki-kun?"
And then even Chad.
"you love her, don't you…"
Oh shit.
They were answered by a loud, explosive spray of juice.
Ishida, taking out a handkerchief, wiped his abnormally shiny glasses. Pushing them up in that ridiculously dorky way of his, he continued.
"Yeah, I've been wondering that…"
"Oh! Me too me too, Kurosaki-kun! Tell us!"
Yeah, he wanted to pound them. Or at least Ishida, since he brought it up.
"…"
"Come on, Kurosaki."
"Kurosaki-kun…"
"Ichigo…"
"Fine…" Ichigo grumbled. Everyone leaned in. gulp. There was no getting out of this.
"I… think of her a lot."
"Hey, Kurosaki! What kind of answer is that?" Ichigo was going to beat that dork.
"You wanted an answer… there it is."
"Ne Kurosaki-kun, tell us the truth!" Orihime was getting more and more annoying.
"Fine. I… miss her," Ichigo grumbled, slightly incoherent.
"…That's not the answer we're looking for."
"Kurosaki, just answer the question," Ishida's glasses flashed threateningly.
"I'm happy when she's with me…" Uh oh. Ichigo's brain gave a little warning. He was letting them know a little more than he wanted them to.
"Kurosaki! Just answer the question!" Ishida's temper flared, and his glasses gleamed like he was going to strangle him soon.
"Kurosaki-kuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnn!" Orihime was throwing a tantrum. Tatsuki was going to kill him soon.
Even Chad looked like he was going to get the answer out of him… one way or another.
They inched closer and closer…
"FINE! I LOVE HER! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!" Ichigo yelled out rather vehemently.
"Why yes, we are. Thank you for your time, Kurosaki." The sewing dork grinned that evil, dorky smile of his.
"Yay! Hurray for Kurosaki-kun and Kuchiki-san! It's so romantic!" And off went Orihime into her own odd little very imagination-active world.
Chad looked normal again.
...Oh shit.
Had he really said all that?
At least Rukia didn't hear any of that…
Epilogue:
Somewhere, some place far away, a certain sixth division vice-captain sneezed.