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Notes: I had this one written a while back, but I wasn't all
too happy with how it turned out, so I waited a bit, thought about
it. I don't know really. But anyways, Sorry for the long update
time, I've had to do a lot of work, with Christmas and all, also I
won't be doing much updating for a while, since well; I have
important exams coming up (SATs) and I need to study a lot. But hey,
have fun.
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Showering
The gentle purring of the showerhead rose and fell as the water spilled out from it in a gentle torrent that hit Rukia's shoulders and cascaded down around her chest, gently flowing around her breasts, flowing onto her and into her well tuned stomach, around her hips and waist down her legs and onto the floor below her. She stood there, letting the water hit her like a soft rain warming and cooling her face.
It has always been a mystery of how this 'shower' worked, how the water managed to pull itself so far up into the shower head and then escaping it as if something was controlling it. But no matter; this was far more comfortable then the cold baths in her brother's house. Rukia played with her hair, her eyes squinting as the warm water rushed onto her face. Her hair, normally curly, came down around her eyes, nearly obscuring her vision. Rukia gently wove her hands through her midnight blue hair.
Outside she heard the silent purring of her close friend, maybe even boyfriend in some circles, but as of the moment, he was standing outside, maybe out of habit, "You know Ichigo, now that I officially live in this house, you don't have to stand guard outside." She pointed out with a slight trace of familiarity in her voice, along with a strand of laughter.
The boy outside the door hit the door, possibly with his hand but more likely his head resting against the frame, "Yea, yea, I know. But I don't want Kon to suddenly come in and try to peek in on you." The lock on the bathroom door hasn't worked in years, so it made it easy for anyone to enter and exit. But it gave any privacy in the bathroom a luxury.
Rukia smiled as she began to soap her chest, rubbing the small mounds as they began to foam up from the mixture of soap and water, "I don't think it's that big of a deal you know. Not like he'll live much longer if he came in here." she mentioned.
Ichigo growled a bit, but not necessarily out of anger, "Che, whatever. He's was never really alive to begin with."
Deep down Rukia knew that Ichigo was just being protective, maybe over-protective, but that was a trait of his she easily overlooked. Rukia had already gotten used to living at the Kurosaki residence and clinic, (she swore it was a morgue at times, her 'father' was that weird). The only real surprise in everything was learning of Isshin's past. She felt safe there, having two of the strongest soul reapers the Soul Society has ever known in the same house with her. The father never let on when he was in his gigai though, even if Ichigo wanted to talk to him about being a soul reaper, Isshin just shrugged it off as if it was a lie
Isshin had two split personalities when it came to him, one reminded her strongly of 'chappy', even at times to the point where she thought he invented him. But when he was a Soul Reaper, he changed nearly completely. His seriousness seemingly similar to Urahara and his sense of duty stronger then that of Yamamoto.
Her train of thought was suddenly broken by the unstopping beeping of her cell phone, which was safely in the hands of Ichigo. Or so she thought. The beeping was muffled, but not as much as she thought it was. It wasn't with Ichigo, it was with her, on the counter in the bathroom. "Crap!" She yelled loudly, accidently hitting the 'cold' knob, turning it all the way up. A blast of cold water rushed onto her back, as she squealed, "OH CRAP!" She yelled, rushing to turn off the shower. But as she did so, she slipped on the soap just as Ichigo rushed into the room to see what was happening.
"Rukia! What happened!" He yelled, rushing into the room, only to be greeted by Rukia falling out of the tub. Ichigo managed to catch her, but due to the force of how she was falling and how he caught her, he turned a bit, forcing Rukia under him, he braced her fall a bit, holding onto the towel rack to his left. But that soon gave way as Ichigo finally fell onto Rukia. The beeping suddenly stopped.
Suddenly Yuzu and Karin ran up the stairs and stared into the bathroom, a look of horror spread across their face. Ichigo had his face right above Rukia's breasts, she had her hands on his head, as a look of pain was plastered on her face.
Ichigo brought his head up a bit, only to come face to face with Rukia's mounds. He just laid there, ignoring everyone else in the room, almost naturally his gaze shifted downwards.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING BASTARD!" Rukia yelled so loudly, it could of been thought that a murder was taking place, and that's nearly what is was. Rukia pushed Ichigo off her and quickly pulled a towel around her chest. Ichigo, still dumbfounded, couldn't find the words for an excuse. One quickly came to his mouth in the shape of Rukia's foot. She kicked him down to the ground as she straddled him and pounded his face continually as he lay there helpless. "YOU SON OF A BITCH"
Ichigo pushed Rukia off himself, "Dammit you bitch!" His face red with marks from being hit, "It was you're damn phone that rang!"
Rukia gave a disapproving cough, "Whatever, get the hell out and let me dry off idiot."
That night, neither of them got to sleep, both with the same thoughts in their head. 'What the hell just happened?
