If it was two things Ichigo learned from last night about Rukia, it was:
a) Never, never, give Rukia any alcohol; her moods always changes without warning. It's bad enough to make a very patient person get frustrated.
b) Never let Rukia go in the water when she's still conscious.
Last time, it was okay, no trouble, because Rukia had fallen asleep. But this time, she panicked, made a fuss, and started screaming. The people walking across the street almost thought that Ichigo tried to take advantage of such a "pretty young lady." Actually, if it weren't for his Ichigo's brute strength and his determination to not die, both Rukia and he would be at the bottom of the lake right now. Rukia sucked in water, honestly…
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Kurosaki Ichigo stared at the sleeping beauty. Again, he had to change her clothes. Now, with were whole body messily sprawled on his bed, she was wearing some girl clothes, at least. Except for the shirt, the shirt was his. Rukia was wearing some plaid checkered sleeping shorts and his black polo button collared shirt. Ichigo felt very proud for picking out the shorts from Hollister, and a whole bunch of other things, despite the fact that he didn't know the very first thing about Hollister. The only reason why he went to Hollister was because of the "50 off everything!!!" sign.
He sighed. How was he going to respond to Rukia when she woke up? After all that madness last night, he didn't know how he was supposed to act. Honestly, it was the weirdest confession ever made in history. Maybe, he could…ignore what happened last night! Nah, she probably wouldn't want him to ignore it. So frustrating.
He decided to look at Rukia again. At least she wasn't boring to look at, she is pretty. Not just pretty, but literally gorgeous. He sighed again.
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Rukia had been pretending to sleep for an hour, occasionally closing her eyes whenever Ichigo stared at her. Now it was getting annoying, she could feel Ichigo's eyes on her and she really wanted to open her eyes. For the past hour, Rukia had been thinking about what happened yesterday. Sure, when she first woke up, she had a gigantic headache but she somehow remembered every single detail about her weird confession.
She made up her choice. When she woke up, she would tell Ichigo to pretend to forget about last night. It wouldn't be weird, would it? She was drunk, for heaven's sake. It isn't illegal to pretend nothing happened, right?
Finally, she thought it was time to "wake up."
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One little slip of purple orb was clear to Ichigo's gaze. Then two purple orbs. Oh wait, those "orbs" were Rukia's eyes. She was finally awake. She tried to hide a muffled yawn, she rubbed her eyes, and she stretched out her arms. Rukia was like an interesting t.v. show. But then the world came crashing down as soon as he remembered the questions about how he was supposed to act now, in front of her. "Hey," was her first word. "Yo…" answered Ichigo nervously.
Rukia looked down. Act cool, act cool…"What's for breakfast?" she asked. Rukia flipped her legs out of the tangled blankets and instinctively slipped her small feet in the black flip flop. "Oh! You bought flip flops…and shorts…" Ichigo rubbed his temples nervously, "uh huh. Breakfast is uh, on the counter…"
Rukia managed to live throughout the whole day without bringing up her weird confession from last night.
"Hey, why aren't people in Japan panicking?" she asked suddenly. "Why would they be?" Rukia rolled her eyes and answered, "Because, you killed my family and I'm 'lost,' baka!" Ichigo looked up. "Maybe they're trying to hide it from Japan so people won't panic; they're probably looking for you right now, anyways."
"What happened to you before? Why do you always get rib pains? Why do you cry at night? Why is your head so sensitive? You get headaches so easily." Rukia blurted out. Ichigo stared at her. Did she…bump her head last night? What's with all these questions? She's retarded, isn't she? Oh dear lord, what is she is retarded?!
"I…" he gulped, "will answer all those questions…one day," he mumbled. Rukia crossed her arms across her chest. All those questions kept on bugging her. Well, gotta give him time and space…
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Both Ichigo and Rukia were in a elevator in the parking lot going to the elevator. Since Ichigo was too lazy to cook, he ordered McDonalds. Two Big macs for him, and one Filet o' fish for Rukia. But then the midget really did hit her head yesterday. She got all jumpy and angry all of sudden. ("Mcdonalds?! I do not want to eat Mcdonalds for dinner! That's crazy! Take me somewhere fancy!") Ichigo sighed.
"You're sighing a lot lately," observed Rukia as they stepped into the elevator. She pressed Floor 25 button hard. "I wonder why," mumbled Ichigo. Rukia kept silent. He glanced at her. Where'd she get that dress? It was actually a sun dress, yellow and white checkered stripes, and she was wearing the white flip flops, this time. Hourglass figure… he instantly thought. She's so…god, she's so gorgeous. Wow, and sometimes, she can be pretty nice and cute too, and-
WHAM! "Why the hell do you keep on staring at me? Pervert!" Ichigo held his cheek. Ouch. She could hit hella hard.
Rukia turned away and looked at her hands shamefully. She loved it when she got Ichigo's full attention, which were almost 24/7 most of the time now. But whenever he stared at her too long, she could feel herself burning up.
"Yeah, I like you too," she heard Ichigo say slowly. Rukia's eye bulged out. No! Her plan about forgetting last night was going to ashes! "Wh-what are you talking about?" Rukia turned around to look at Ichigo. Omg, he looked so handsome and godly. She turned away. "About last night, what, you don't remember?" She felt both his body close to her. Rukia tensed up. He was going to rape her!!!!! "Ichigo," she said in a somehow too fake sweet voice that had a hint of "back-off asshole."
"Last night," she breathed in and out, "I was drunk. And so I had no idea of what I was thinking. Whatever I said last night, just forget it all. Okay?" Rukia knew this technique wouldn't work. He really was going to rape her! "Plus who would want to be you? You're useless! No one would like you, ever. At all! No girls would probably want to marry you either, you suck." God what was she saying?
But then again, everything she just said at first wasn't true, actually. She did want him, right? Ichigo chuckled and turned her whole body around so she was facing him. "Ichigo!" she said in a stern voice. He didn't flinch. "Ichigo, I am literally going to kick your ass if you don't back off…off…off…uhh…" Her face turned beet red as Ichigo got closer to her. Kiss.
She gasped. Oh no, it's that shivering feeling going up her spine again. And then that "I want more feeling" traveled to every single part in her part. He broke off the kiss. "What were you going to tell me?" he said in his most tender voice. Oh dear lord, he just loved making her nervous and fluterry. He loved playing around with her. Ichigo smirked. His eyes captured hers. What the heck? She could have sworn she never saw anyone's eyes like that. It was mixture of folly, hurt, anxiety, and it was so weird! He got closer for the second kiss and Rukia gave in. Oh who the fuck cares if he killed her whole family and ruined her good life. She wanted him, and she was definitely sure this time.
Their lips met once again. All the shivers traveling up and down her body made her feel so weak. Her hands wrapped about his neck loosely.
"Ichigo, I love you, so, so fuckin' much…"
"Oh, Rukia, your love would never ever beat mine. Mine is like a pool, no, an ocean of love!"
Both of them jerked away from each other. What the fuck…They looked around them and saw that Renji was holding the elevator door, eyes closed, hands at his heart.
"No, Ichigo, my love is everlasting! Take me, n----AURHGGGG!!"
Renji dropped to the ground as Rukia kicked his rather sensitive place and Ichigo punched his face. "Don't be putting words in my mouth," growled Ichigo. Renji managed a weak laughter, "G-glad…glad you guys are…are enjoying each other's c-company," he wheezed. Ichigo smirked.
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So I dragged my sorry butt off the bed. For once, I decided to type Ackey and Death instead of drawing my little manga thing for art class or re-typing an old story my friend and I created last year or playing maplestory. Morgan has been whining over and over again about not knowing what to do next so my head just did a quick little "movie" of all possibilities and there it is…I'm not dead, we're not dead, Ackey and Death is not dead…just…procrastination. I know this chapter ending isn't good, so, I'll try to type the next chapter tonight and post it tomorrow…I'll try…
-cyndi and morgan.
And I don't own bleach, no matter how badly I want to