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Spoilers: None
Summary: In search of less irritating activities.
Kurosaki Ichigo is a very irritable boy.
Really; one can easily deduce that from light years away at the sight of his perpetual frown – his brows are drawn together in an eternal crease that makes him look old before his time.
Now, there are many things that irritate Ichigo. Having to wake up in the middle of the night for shinigami duties irritate him. Having people make fun of his 100 natural hair color irritated him, too. But nothing irritates him more than nagging.
Especially if it is she who is doing the nagging.
That absolutely takes the cake, because when his unwanted roommate cum otherworldly partner gets into one of her fits, she nags – a lot. She can nag from morning to night, and then from night to morning, and there is no escaping her since she lives in his closet.
Right now, she is nagging him again. He isn't really sure what he is being nagged for; he had long ago learnt how to block out the sound of her voice. It isn't that he didn't like the sound of her voice – her voice is very nice to listen to when she wasn't nagging him. Instead, he concentrates fully on the rose-red curves of her lips that shape the angry words she was heaping liberally on him.
"KUROSAKI ICHIGO! Are you even listening to me?"
It jerks him out of his reverie, that sudden increase in volume of her voice. Her dark eyes flashed with annoyances yet to be spoken, and her cheeks flush a rosy crabapple red. Long fingers absently tuck a stray lock of raven black hair behind one ear – a gesture that he finds decidedly feminine. Theoretically, it would have looked out of place on her since she is anything but feminine, but he decided he likes it anyway.
"Yare yare," he mumbles, and twirls his chair away.
"Don't turn your back on me when I'm talking to you!" she screeches again.
He sighed in a long suffering manner and turned to face her again. Her lower lip sticks out in an angry pout and her hands fold across her chest, against her heaving bosom. Nagging him takes a lot out of her, more than her shinigami duties does.
Damn those lips of hers.
Suddenly, she found herself sprawled over him, on his lap with their lips interlocked. She faintly remembers him reaching out in lightning speed and pulling her down onto him before his lips came crashing on hers. But all rational thoughts flee when he drags his tongue across her lips in a slow deliberate manner.
After what seemed an eternity later, he finally releases her. She musters her best glare, and glares at him as angrily as she could from her position within the restrictive circle of his arms, "What was THAT about?"
"You were too noisy."
She glares at him harder, but he only smiles briefly in return. Her heart skips a beat and the ferocity of her glare drops a notch; he seldom smiles but he looks really handsome when the corner of his lips lifts themselves and his brown eyes twinkle.
He seized the opportunity her momentary silence offered and bent his head down to savor her lips again. This time, she melts unresistingly into his embrace.
The battle ends.
Really, he thought, her kisses are much less irritating than her nagging.
Irritable
An IchiRuki Bleach Drabble
By Nutty Scribbler
For Idiosyn's 20 themes challenge on the Kurosaki Clinic LJ community
Theme: Stealing Kisses
Written: 22 Oct. 2004
Edited: 22 Apr. 2005
Author's Notes:
There were many people responding to this challenge, so I thought I might just give it a shot.
Nutty Scribbler