I don't own Bleach or related character.
A/N: this came to me from… I donno where XD just did. I'm rather proud of how this is coming along as a whole.
Weird couple, weird circumstances, don't look for fluff. I'm not nice and if anyone seems mean or clingy it's because it looked more IC for me.
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Enjoy, or at least, try to.
Buhahaha.
Wrongly Reasoned Feelings
It was the usual noisy racket that filled the classroom as the final bell rang, signaling freedom for that day. All the students quickly packed their bags, trying to get away from the school as quickly as possible.
Some, however, took their time for their own reasons.
"Ne, let's do something today!"
Honsho Chizuru chirped at the small group of girls still in their seats. It was a long day and the girl was eager to let out some pent up frustration with some girl-only down time.
Kunieda Ryou paid her no attention as she calmly closed her bag, waiting for Ogawa Michiru to finish her notes and get ready to leave.
"We hardly ever do anything together all of us anymore!"
"Have we ever?" Came the calm yet stingy reply from Chizuru's worst enemy.
"I'm ignoring you." She said, though her glare was still fixated on her nemesis.
Arisawa Tatsuki leaned back in her seat, bag ready on her desk.
"You're looking at me rather intently for someone who's ignoring me."
"Humph!"
"Not that I can came, yet, I know you're sad…" Tatsuki mocked, smirking at the girl.
"The judo club is having a contest coming up, I can't really afford to miss a training session or they'll crucify me."
"I… can't come either." Came Inoue Orihime's silent voice as she stood up with her bag in hand, ruining Chizuru's moment of victory over the dragon.
"The Crafts club is having a works presentation next week, so we're all working hard!"
"Hime… so noble…"
Chizuru sniffled, getting a dirty look from Tatsuki, but no verbal comment.
"Then that leaves Michiru and Ryou, since Mahana called in sick today!"
"Come to think about it, Kuchiki-san was absent today too…" Michiru mumbled as she packed her bag finally.
"Eh, that's right. Which… made looking at Ichigo easier today, eh?"
Tatsuki teased, causing oval blushes to appear on the other girl's cheek.
"Tha, that's not it!" Michiru hurried to protest, but before long the hands she was waving in front of her were caught by Chizuru as she looked her straight in the face.
"How about it, Michiru? Wanna come over to my place? I have plenty of room…"
"Stop trying to drag people into hell with you!" Tatsuki shouted, trying to ignore the blush on Michiru's face, blaming it on her earlier comment.
Chizuru stuck her tongue out at her, but had to turn and look as Michiru released her hands, her gaze shyly downcast.
"I'm sorry, Chizuru-chan, but I have work today…"
Silence fell on the entire group.
"Eh, Michiru-chan has a part time job?" Orihime pondered out loud, pointing a finger to her chin thoughtfully.
The other girl nodded, half hiding behind the bag she was now holding.
"Ah… just for this month though…"
"No need to be so embarrassed about it, I'd have gotten a job too if it weren't for the club."
Tatsuki said plainly in a successful attempt to cheer Michiru up, earning her an instant reply from Orihime –
"But Tatsuki-chan's so strong, and she really likes to win, so she stays at the club."
"I don't win all the time…"
Tatsuki began with a slight blush as she scratched her cheek, hardly expecting the reply from her enemy.
"Naturally, she can't win against Kurosaki, for instance…"
Chizuru said with an air of triumph to her, but turned away before Tatsuki could retaliate.
"So it's Michiru and I after she finishes her shift, right? Sure, Ryou could come too, if she really wants to, but it really…"
A small smile rose to Michiru's lips.
"I'd love that, but… I'm broke, so I can't really afford anything…"
"You still haven't gotten your paycheck?" Ryou asked, a touch of worry in her voice.
Michiru shook her head.
"Not yet, it's just the 8th of the month, so…"
A loud noise of something hitting the floor made all girls turn to look to find their previous conversation topic - Kurosaki Ichigo – standing there, his arm still in midair where he dropped his bag. He seemed to have frozen like that.
"Kuro… saki-kun?" Orihime asked, tilting her head lightly.
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Tatsuki commented half laughingly.
"I wish…" Came his mumbled reply. "With that I can manage… Ogawa, what did you say, just now?" He demanded, looking rather desperately at Michiru. The girl hurried to look at her watch, feeling her cheeks go hot.
"It… it's the 8th of the… month… Kurosaki-kun?"
The girls blinked as the boy's face lost all color and he hurried to grab his bag and dash out the door, leaving a small cloud of dust in his trail.
"I wonder what's up with him…" Tatsuki wondered, crossing her arms behind her head.
"Do you know, Tatsuki-chan?" Orihime asked absent-mindedly, used to her best friend having most answers when it came to the orange haired teen.
"If I did, I wouldn't have wondered about it myself just now, would I?"
"Heh, I guess…"
Chizuru chuckled evilly at that as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose in a way which reminded Orihime of Uryuu.
"Ara, isn't it obvious?" She asked mysteriously.
"I don't know, reality works differently for you than it does for the rest of us."
Tatsuki replied calmly. Chizuru ignored her.
"A girl's sudden absence… a man's fear at the sound of a date… without a doubt…"
"Without a doubt?"
The girls echoed before the dramatic moment of silence which Chizuru drew out, enjoying every second. Then she suddenly put her foot on a nearby chair, pointing at the air with lightning striking behind her.
"Kuchiki-san is carrying Kurosaki's illegitimate child!"
A dramatic moment of silence later, and while Ryou was the only one not blushing, Tatsuki began kicking Chizuru, repeatedly wishing for her slow and painful demise.
"Shall I walk you over?" Came Ryou's calm, peaceful voice, anchoring poor blushing Michiru's attention right as she was about to overload. Realizing what was said at her, the short haired girl shook her head as she turned to leave.
"Ryou-chan has a racing club meeting today, right? I'll be fine on my own, thank you."
Smiling gently, she left the classroom, leaving her friend behind.
"But still… for Michiru to suddenly get a job… did something happen, Ryou?"
Chizuru asked from her spot on the floor where Tatsuki had left her, looking at the taller girl curiously. Ryou said nothing as she left, and with a pout, so did Chizuru as she waved her goodbye at Orihime. Only then did Tatsuki notice the girl's attention was elsewhere the entire time.
"Orihime?"
"Ne, Tatsuki-chan, don't you think…"
"Hm?"
She raised an eyebrow at the dreamy look on Orihime's face when suddenly the girl looked at her, practically beaming.
"Won't Kuchiki-san and Kurosaki-kun's children have really funny faces!"
Tatsuki hit the floor so fast she hardly even noticed it, but the somewhat sad look in those big hazel eyes made her get up instantly and ruffle Orihime's hair.
"Come on… we'll be late for our club meetings."
Nodding, Orihime accepted Tatsuki's offered hand as they too left the classroom.
–
The front door was flung open before being slammed shut, startling Kurosaki Yuzu as she was working on the first preparations towards dinner.
She quickly turned to the door, sighing in relief upon seeing who it was.
"Mou, don't scare me like that, Onii-chan. Welcome back… is everything ok?" She asked, seeing how he was clinging to the door as though for dear life. His face was pale, covered with cold sweat. His gaze was fixated on the top of the stairs, panic clearly showing in those brown eyes.
"Fine, everything's fine, just… something I gotta take care of." He managed as he took off his shoes and began towards his room. His sister blinked in response.
"Want anything?" She asked cheerfully, though she was worried.
"Ah, no, I'm fine, thanks."
Shakingly he went up the stairs, leaving the girl confused and disturbed.
He could hardly reach his hand to his room's doorknob, and when he finally managed to open the door, Ichigo jumped back as though a monster had leapt at him, shielding his face with his arms.
When nothing happened, he carefully entered the room, looking around worriedly.
"Rukia?"
No reply came save for the soft sobs which led him to find Kon huddling in the corner. He managed to catch him uttering 'Nee-san, kowaii…' before losing interest and moving to knock gently on the closet door.
"Rukia? You there?" He asked, straining his ears to listen though he doubted a reply would come.
With a sigh, he placed his hand over the door.
"I'm opening the door now, stop me or you can't blame me."
Kon's sobs came to an abrupt stop as the door slid open. Ichigo peeked in –
The slim feet proved to him his query was indeed there and he lent forward for a better look, slightly leaning against the wall in which the closet was embedded.
Kuchiki Rukia never looked quite as pathetic to him as she did in that specific moment, he reckoned.
The over-hundred-years old Shinigami was just lying there on the pack of blankets and sheets in Ichigo's closet, gazing at nothing through half lidded eyes as she hugged her stomach.
She seemed tired, the kind of tiredness only physical pain can bring.
"When someone's calling for you you're supposed to either reply or not get found, you know."
Rukia remained silent as she closed her eyes fully. Ichigo frowned in annoyance, a vein popping in his forehead. How he hated this time of the month…
"I don't care if you want to just crawl somewhere and die, but at least don't do it in my closet, and if you're gonna use our toilets…"
A blush rose to his cheeks in the second he paused, gathering the stubbornness if not the course to continue –
"- you can at least clean up after you! I don't need to go in there and find your blood on the toilet seat!"
His blushed deepened yet he forced his gaze on her. Rukia sat up in a hurry, her cheeks as flushed as his. She was about to reply when the consequences of the sudden movement caught up with her, and she gripped her abdomen in pain. Once it seemed to have subsided and it didn't hurt him just looking at her anymore, Ichigo placed his hand on Rukia's head, buying him her attention as well as a farther reddening of her cheeks.
"If you're feeling that bad you should've said so instead of using some lame excuse to stay home! This is a freaking clinic, you know. No reason for you to suffer just for being a woman."
"Like any sane woman would tell an insensitive brat like you about such a sensitive matter…"
She cried out as he pushed her back onto the blankets, his brows twitching.
"I should just let you rot in your suffering…"
He closed the door abruptly, though he remained standing there.
"I… Yuzu should know… which medicine we have for that. I'll ask her to leave some here. You're… also…"
He began stuttering as his whole face went bright red.
"… low on supplies, right? I'll see what I can do about it. I, in the meanwhile, stay put, don't go anywhere."
"Idiot, like I could even if I wanted to."
He chuckled at that.
"Maybe you're not feeling that bad after all… well then, I'm off."
"Ichigo…" She suddenly uttered, catching him at the door. He looked back at the closet curiously. No reply came, however, and he left, the girl only finishing her sentence as she curled into a ball as she felt him leave.
"Thank you." She uttered, trying not to fall asleep.
-To Be Continued-
A/N: I don't know if female Shinigami can PMS. I doubt we ever truly will. Let's just leave it as a dysfunctional gigai, ok? XD