Author's Notes: This is going to consist of around six parts, but not the same pairing. Anyways, enjoy. Also, READ AND REVIEW MY FICS PEOPLE! PLZ PLX PLIX PLIZ PLZZZZ...Okay, that was gay. Just read and review people.
Also, this one here, i really enjoyed writing this one, and i would seriously like some reviews for this one.
School Dance, take the night away
Ichigo remembered how long it took to choose a tie for the only school dance of the year. Rukia chose his tie, just because she wanted him to look different; even though Ichigo wasn't allowed to look at what Rukia was going to wear. She said it was only because she wanted it to be a surprise and promised him that she'd be waiting there as soon as he arrived. ("That's a bunch of BS Rukia, you know your always late!") But, without any choice, Ichigo got dressed and left his house. (He ignored his dad's statement about grandchildren with Rukia. Why did she have to live with them?)
Arriving at the gymnasium, he noticed that pretty much everyone hew knew from school was there, the crowds weren't that bad, since the size of the gym seemed equal in size to the principle's gut. Along the left side of the area were lined tables with punch, snacks and a random couple making out. Like always, Ichigo walked over to his normal group of friends who were standing in one corner the gym, some sitting down on chairs. He wasn't that surprised at who he saw in this 'bachelor' party, but there were more people then besides the usual.
Renji was decked out in a brown suit and red tie with black shoes. His hair was tied back a bit neater then normal and the scent of cologne was somewhat strong around him. Ikkaku was dressed up in a normal suit, white and black. In his belt he carried a wooden boken. When Ichigo asked, he just replied that he came just to make sure nothing happens. Same with his friend Yumichika who was dressed similarly. The two big surprises was Hitsugaya who sort of stood out with his silver hair, his suit was pretty much the same as everyone else's except for the ice-blue tie. (Apparently Matsumoto dragged him along.) And there was Ishida, but that's another story all together with his ornate quincy clothing.
"Tch, I knew she wouldn't be here early." Commented Ichigo, eyeing around for his female live-in friend.
"I wouldn't jump to conclusions if I were you!" Matsumoto appeared almost out of nowhere, Keigo tried to jump her again, staring at her better parts, but he was pretty much shot down as soon as she took her Captain in hand.
Ichigo looked at her, she was wearing a pink dress with a small skirt, her top was the same shade as pink, which made her look like a gaudy, but sexy, businesswomen. "What do you mean?" He asked, looking around for the oh-so familiar gigai of his female companion.
The buxom female vice captain smiled at Ichigo, chuckling slightly, "Don't worry. She's here." She smiled, taking Hitsugaya with her to one of the tables that lined the perimeter of the gym.
Sighing, Ichigo slumped over and glanced at Ishida. Ichigo noticed that the quincy wasn't paying any attention at all, "Hey, what are you looking at?" He asked him, who was paying absolutely no attention. He looked over at Renji, no response, Yumichika and Chad as well. None of them were paying any attention to Ichigo. He found out why, turning around to see who they were all staring at.
Behind him stood probably the most beautiful person Ichigo had ever seen. She was short, no more then 4'10, which would put her at a head and shoulders shorter then Ichigo, but the high heels she was wearing made her seem taller. The dress she wore fit her perfectly, a midnight blue skirt that reached down a little above her heals hugging her waist a bit, but not so tight that it seemed uncomfortable, the blouse she wore revealed part of her collar bone, the sleeves only extended just a bit beyond her shoulder, it was semi-low cut to just above the cleavage point, (Ichigo never really noticed Rukia's breasts, but this is probably the first time they've really stood out.) She wore two beautiful earrings, both of which were gold (Ichigo assumed gold plated, but with a person like her, it's hard to tell). But like always, Ichigo was at an utter loss for words.
"It seems you made it, Ichigo." She walked towards him slowly, seeing the blood rise to his cheeks faster then she could yell 'hollow'. Her words like sweet poison to his ears, still loss in the beauty, his tongue paralyzed due to some unknown force. It was as if his body was put under some kind of spell, all that the three other soul reapers who were present could figure out was that she used some kind of un-chanted kidou on them, but it effected Ichigo the most.
Finally, the trance broke for a few slight moments, as words finally escaped his mouth, choppy at best, but still only one word made any kind of sound that could be audibly heard "Rukia…"
She sensed how entranced he was with her, so she decided to spare him the embarrassment of having to say the first words. "Come then Ichigo. You're the one who invited me, at least take me dancing." She grabbed him by the arm and wove hers around his, walking towards the dance floor as the first of the more romantic songs played. While walking, she looked up at Ichigo, "Anything to say?" she nudged him.
He wanted to remain silent, he noticed all eyes on them seemingly. She was early, but how she got dressed so quickly confused him. "You were early." He said, the only logical thought coming to his mind.
Fully expecting that kind of answer from Ichigo, she replied promptly, "There's a phrase you humans use nowadays, it's 'I-told-you-so." She mused the thoughts that were going through her mind.
"Oh shut up. You're normally late." He said, trying to get some kind of conversation going between him and her.
Rukia smiled, "You assume that I'm always late."
"No, it's just that you're always late." He replied, a small argument already starting.
"I'm always on time idiot, you just never see me."
"Then why is it you always make some kind of excuse, even if it's obviously a lie?"
"Don't you believe me?"
"Nope."
"Shut up and put your arms around my waist." she commanded, already in the middle of the dance floor. Without a second thought, Ichigo placed her hands on Rukia's waist, not holding her close, but at a distance. Rukia sighed, "Do I have to do everything?" She protested. She pulled Ichigo closer, for such a short person, she was quite strong. She placed her arms around his chest, (Times like this she hated being short.) and rested her head just below his chin.
Ichigo complied and placed his arms around her, holding her and showing no signs of letting go. "I'm not the dancing type." he said, trying to make an excuse.
"I know you're not. I'm not the type to take no for an answer though."
"I know you are. I know you're also not the type to dress up so nicely for a silly school dance."
"Maybe. But is it really silly? I think it's cute."
"Yea. Right. My reputation is going to be ruined now."
"Reputation? I would think it would go up, considering you're dancing with the most important and beautiful girl in the school."
"Says who?"
"You."
"Oi. If they only knew the truth, that I'm dancing with someone who could be my great-great-great-great-grandmother."
"Shut up idiot."
"Well, a grandmother with the maturity of a teenager."
"I wouldn't be talking dumbass. Your only fifteen yourself. And since I look like a teenager and act like one, I fail to see the problem."
"You do fail to see a lot of problems, don't you?"
"So do you."
"Shut up."
"Now look who's being defensive."
"Quiet shrimp."
"Meatball head."
"Short stuff"
"Strawberry head."
"You know you're going to loose this fight, just like all the rest, right?" Rukia said, holding him a bit tighter, but not in a bad way.
Ichigo felt a smirk coming on, "Yea, I know."
"So why don't you give up?"
"Cause I'm not like that."
"I know." A short silence between the two echoed as the song kept on playing. Quickly enough, Rukia felt the need to break that silence, "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Any comments?"
"On what?"
"You know, my dress!"
"It's nice."
"Nice!" She nearly screamed, "That's all?" Pressing Ichigo's pressure points.
Ichigo squirmed a bit, "Ow, ow, ow, ow, okay, okay. I'll admit it. You look beautiful."
"You know, that's the first time I've ever been told that?" She added.
"Shut up, it's true. Either that or you cast some kind of kidou on me."
"If I did, we'd be in bed right now."
"Oh you wish."
"So do you."
"Your not getting in my pants."
"Nor are you getting in mine."
"You do know the song stopped." Rukia noticed, still holding onto Ichigo.
"So?"
"It's embarrassing"
"Oh look at yourself Ms. I-love-making-a-scene."
"Do we stop?"
"Nah, just close your eyes and keep on dancing."
"Fine."
Without any care in the world, Ichigo and Rukia just kept on dancing, even though the music long since stopped. People were still looking at them, not sure what to make of it. The most violent, deep, well known, strawberry head, dancing with the most loud, attention gathering, short girl who went to their school in his grade. Some said it was cute, some wern't sure what to make of it. But then again, there's nothing normal about that couple, after all, it's death and strawberry.
Author's Note: Man, i noticed how riddled this one was with grammer errors. If you find anymore, tell me. I don't mind really. (Just don't flame) Also, doesn't death and strawberry sound like an ice cream flavor? Really! It does!
