Rated T in case.
Disclaimer: I really wish it belonged to me because then I would be rich, but, Bleach sadly doesn't belong to me
Croak in the Night
Chapter 1: Ribbit
The river sloshed wildly, spraying Ichigo, who was sitting on the riverbank. He had expected it to be calm, but the winds were wild that morning. He would have to come back. He couldn't think while getting drenched.
He stood up stiffly, (even though Ichigo had been sitting there for just under 10 minutes, he was chilled to the bone) his teeth were chattering and he couldn't stop shivering. "Damn wind," he cursed under his breath. He put his hands in his pockets and scowling, he walked home.
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Rukia sat on his bed, pondering where Kurosaki Ichigo would have gone so early in the morning on a Saturday, when she heard the doorknob turn. Before she even had time to think about retreating into the cupboard, Ichigo had entered the room. He did a double take when he saw Rukia sitting crossed legged on his bed, with a thoughtful look on her face, but he quickly replaced his surprised look with an angry scowl again.
Orihime was right, Rukia thought, Ichigo did have a funny face, and Rukia couldn't help a giggle escape from her lips, "What do you want?" he asked her roughly, angered more by her laugh. Why was she so happy when he was so pissed? Be pissed he tried towards channel to her. He found it highly unfair that the world was happy on a crappy morning for him.
When she didn't answer him, he just pushed her roughly aside and climbed into his bed, still changed, happily noting that she was now pissed, too.
Rukia gave a sigh of frustration, but her anger melted away as she saw Ichigo lying there. She touched behind her shoulder, where he had shoved her, and crawled back into her bed. She had decided long ago that she liked her made-up bed in the cupboard because it had the smell of Ichigo all over it.
She fell asleep listening to the rhythmic snoring from outside.
A/n: I really hope you guys will like this story, I'm gonna work really hard on it.