Disclaimer: Yeah... we all know that. Oh great! Now I'm depressed again. happy now?
Author's Note: This is more like a RenTats chappie, so if you're not a fan of the couple... please accept my apologies... but don't worry! More of IchiRuki will go on the next chapters... and it's not like the whole chap is dedicated to the couple... lol... it's just like a little twist to make way for IchiRuki... I just need to get started on this couple. ayts? Oh, and this is my first attempt in writing a fighting/sparring scene.. so please bare with me... it's just a very short scene really... oh... and the hiatus is over! weee! I'm back, and school is too, now I just need to figure out how to squeeze this thing into my schedule... lol
Chapter 5
This is an edited version because I made a HUGE mistake. please accept my sincere apologies.
You Can't Fight Gravity
For three whole fucking days, his scowl has attained a whole new point of penetration. He was more intractable than a livid feline cat, brasher than a mother dog. Yes, there is positively something immoral with Ichigo Kurosaki. Whatever the hell it is, he would tell not a sole person.
He watched them with fiery eyes, each stare doomed to burn bottomless within the man beside her. He was mad, he was so damn mad. He wanted to assault him right now like a crazy maniac and pull his guts out. How dare he touch her? He whispers something into her ears that generates her giggle, that annoying giggle that he loved to heed. He just watched them no matter how much he wants to lash out his ass and declare her as his possession it won't ensue. Rukia Kuchiki is unreachable. She was the girl next-door type of girl, smart enough to be one of the men, but flirty enough to make them all want her. She would lead you into an unexpected climax without any effort, and leave you gawking for the rest of your life. This was her trick, and she didn't even know it, or did she? He curses himself again for even coming into the trip that they planned. He fucking hates it, and he unflappably fucking hates him.
The majority of the men he knows are longing for Rukia. Except Chad, that guy never talked to him about girls, and Uryu, a man who fell head over heals for Orihime even when they were still in high school. Nevertheless, the rest of them, are all trying to claim Rukia Kuchiki, but only one bastard succeeded. A man named Kaien Shiba, a name that got the foremost spot on his massacre list. What was with him that Ichigo didn't have? A lot of things maybe. He was a noble similar to Rukia, born with a silver spoon. He doesn't care; this guy took his Rukia away from him. A man who studies in Europe he has heard, brother of the landlord of one of the prime corporation in Japan, factual he may not be as glorious as he is, but he isn't that dire himself. His father is a doctor who doesn't earn half as ghastly, and he was now in one of the most prestigious universities in Japan. He has what this man has, so what did Rukia see in him in the first place? It remains anonymous for this citrus-headed teenager. He sighed in defiant as he stares at the void floor.
She was jaded so she decided to take a hike down the shore, and maybe a little practice later. The gust blew over her short, dim tan locks as she jogged. She heard Renji was a black belt in Karate just like herself, and a few other more martial arts. He seems… interesting. She started to marvel how can someone have a hair as red as his, but growing up with Ichigo, she shoved it away. He has a lot of ethnic tattoos all over his body, and his hair seems soft. She wants to know how it feels like to touch his long hair. She's always had a short hair ever since her childhood. Maybe she should have a long hair for an alteration. Her thoughts were startled when she viewed a recognizable crimson hair. She smirked, not even trying to bother to ponder the reason for it.
There was something very interesting about her. She wasn't like the other girls that he met, and she hits very hard. They said that she was a black belt in a few martial arts. He won't question that. He clutched his stomach when he felt something moving inside his anatomy. What the hell? He thought. He has been receiving this effect ever since that 'incident' when she inadvertently touched his hands. She has been jogging pretty much a long time now so she was a little sweaty. He looked at her, true, she doesn't have long sleek hair, or huge blessings just like Rangiku, or Orihime but she looks very attractive in her own way… wait… attractive?!
"Yo. Redhead." She called over to him.
"'Sup?" Renji called back.
"Nothing, just running around." He wants to touch her, but why? He didn't care; he was Renji Abarai after all. His motto was 'fight first, ask later'. Touch her, he pondered again, fight her?
"Sparring?" He challenged, just right, she mused.
"Bring it." They both smirked. She was wearing lose clothing so it would be very easy for her to move, but he took off his shirt but decided to leave his wife-beater. Since when did he become so modest? As for her, she was a little disappointed.
They both drew back in respective stance and bowed. In whatever martial art, respect for your opponent was always important, nonetheless, beating the crap out of him too.
They both regained in fighting stance, hint of excitement dancing in each other's eyes. Nervousness hidden in the pits of their stomach but the longing to feel the skin of each other was inevitable. Someone needs to attack first. They both have even breaths and eyes ready to see through attacks and hands in defense.
"So what? Are you just gonna stand there?" Tatsuki taunted.
"I believe it's ladies first." He fought back. Both of their postures still in defense no one dared put their fortification down. It was one of the major rules of the game.
"No such rule applies to me." She smirked again. Was this guy going easy on her? She'll show him.
He gave her a big mulish grin and counterfeited an attack. She slid back by her left foot and attacked with her right leg geared up for a 45 kick. He swiftly dodged and followed up with an out-in kick. Tatsuki eluded the attack, Matrix fashion, to protect her head that was the focal objective and sidestepped. She positioned her knife hand assail and tried to strike the rear of his neck, the chief motive for this attack, knock the living daylights out of your opponent. It would've been an effortless win if he didn't trip her right leg to the front and grabbed her waist sending her down on the sand with their bodies intertwined.
The cunning simplicity of his plot was able to accommodate the demise of the great Arisawa Tatsuki. How can such swift movement of martial art look so beautiful yet utterly painful? The great Arisawa Tatsuki has fallen by the arms of Renji Abarai. She has fallen, literally. She was dragged by the pull of gravity and the potency of his arms. Fight back, she says to herself. She needs to fight back, she can't fall. Not for this man, no. Fall for this man? Did she? No, she retorts again. She just finds him interesting. That's all. Nothing more. Her collapse was akin to a motion picture in a time-consuming shift impending to it's climax, focusing on the grand fall or victory of the focal character or the antagonist.
"So Byakuya hired you, huh?" Yoruichi called out to the man in a hat and a stick. He grinned mischievously, but didn't bother to spare her a peek.
"Ah… Yoruichi, my cute little kitty." He purred as a vein precariously throbbed on her temple and a foot sent him face former, splat down the well-carpeted floor.
"That's Shihoin-sama for you." In addition, she dug her heels a little bit harder on his skull.
"Fuf fy fove! I paffod fajj noo wiff youtf fasgt fampe!" –Translation from moron: But my love! I cannot call you with your last name!- He tried to squirm away from her, but she buried his face deeper with her heels.
"Yah know, you could cause a hole in that marble floor." Soi Fong said the most evident thing in the world as she propped her self down the soft divan with a pliable 'thud'. Obviously not so oblivious of what's going on, and very much didn't really give a damn even if the man being intimate with the floor bleeds, she turned on the TV besides the commotion.
A raven-haired female arrived shortly to verify what the turmoil is in relation to and gasped for all sake's mercy.
"Oh my God! You guys!" She scampered to Yoruichi and tried to impede the woman from killing the man below her figure. Urahara was rather grateful at Rukia's concern; he didn't know that the kid actually cared.
"I don't want blood in the carpet you know! There has been enough damage in the kitchen already! So you guys stop that!" Urahara's grin fell lopsided and Yoruichi gave a successful sneer. So the kid really cared… about the carpet.
"Hey Rukia, I'm having this little party at my house, you guys wanna come?" Yoruichi has always been the unsurpassed host of each bash. And Rukia of course was the life of every party. Rukia smirked, her evil, little devious, naughty smirk. Yoruichi knew what it clearly meant.
"Guys! Look at this!" Keigo beamed in the window and saw the view on the beach, Renji, intertwined with Tatsuki, only with his wife-beater shirt on. Everyone nearly sprinted to gaze at the vista.
"How can he have such hormones running so early in the morning?" Urahara asked and received a fatal glare from Yoruichi's burning golden orbs.
"I thought Tatsuki was a straight tomboy?" Keigo asked, puzzled.
"A straight tomboy?" Came a bamboozled reply from Mizuro.
"I never imagined that he would manage to be on top." Ichigo commented.
"Not to mention, dare touch Tatsuki." He added.
"That would be like a 'Lucifer meets Satan' moment." Yoruichi sustained.
"Not to mention something like 'chaos marries apocalypse' episode." Chizuro added in the upheaval going on.
"Wait, why aren't they doing anything?" Rukia wondered and everyone looked at her for a second, but nodded in conformity afterwards.
"Err, they don't know what to do?" Mizuiro stated his estimation. And Soi Fong sighed in the milieu.
"They need my expertise in this subject!" Keigo beamed gloriously with twinkling eyes.
"No duh." Rukia alleged.
"How did you even know what 'expertise' meant?" Ichigo raised, for the reason that the most recent time he checked, Keigo was the dumbest person he has ever met.
"MTV!" He conceitedly wore his dumbness.
"Makes sense." Yes, Ichigo is still precise about it; he is still as dumb as ever.
They profoundly walked the path through Tatsuki and Renji who were mutually lying in the sand tangled with each other and non-moving.
"So are you guys gonna start making out or just lay there looking like total idiots?" Soi Fong first broke out the question, which earned her appalling looks from her peers with glossy eyes from Keigo and Chizuro, who started to pace nearer to the alleged girl. The petite Chinese girl is still soundless with her measures; as if a devious ninja with a mission on discreet, they didn't even know she followed them.
"Don't. You. Dare." Yoruichi was immediate to obstruct the perverted foolish people before they were even 12inches away from their initial location.
"Urahara Kisuke. You are in-charge of these kids! I can't believe you're letting this kind of thing to happen. At least get them a room or something!" Enraged, Yoruichi glared to the said guy in a hat and with a stick.
"But Yoruichi, my sweet little kitty, you know they won't give a damn to whatever I say!" Urahara purred while staring at the blazing Yoruichi who was on her way on building his kismet. The poor man held on to his stick as if he was holding on for his dear life.
"I told you never to call me that! And I said call me 'Shihoin-sama' you blonde-headed bastard!" Just as she was about to prepare for Urahara's grim state Soi Fong spoke.
"Wow, that was actually a good logic." Soi Fong has been a little bit forthcoming today, they all noticed. The petite Chinese girl was just laid-back, not that being chatty is a bad thing for them, it's just a little bit… peculiar.
"Good point." Rukia nodded in agreement followed by the others.
"What?! Making out?!" Tatsuki recovered first from their initial shock and looked down on their intertwined bodies. She then realized their discomfited position, blushed feverishly, and kicked Renji off her.
"Oof-" He then at a snail's pace recovered because of the very hard kick that she delivered and quickly defended himself.
"Oh my wonderful Tatsuki! You could've told me you want me; I would've handled you much better!" Keigo purred as he shifted his track from Soi Fong to Tatsuki and was met a hard kick in the groin.
"I am not interested in you, you imbecile pervert!"
"Oh come on Tatsuki, there's no need to be shy about it." Ichigo teased and saw then look on Tatsuki's eyes. It imitated blood, pain, chaos, and more pain. He gulped.
"You orange-headed bastard." A vein throbbed in her temple. Ichigo is gonna be in a lot of agony after she's done.
She walked closer to Ichigo, and he walked backwards, it was the only thing he could do since running away won't do him any good.
"Hey guys! We're here!" Orihime beamed from the driveway waving her hands frantically in the air. Tatsuki saw an additional raven-haired girl and she ran for it. Actually, everyone else did excluding Soi Fong, Kaien, Renji, Urahara, and Yoruichi who didn't know the said person and a petrified Ichigo; he didn't know this was part of the plan.
"Oh my God! You're finally here!" Rukia beamed excitedly at her guest ignorant of what the said guest might beget.
Charming Murderess's blahs: Reviews make me happy! Oh, and is it true that Bleach is coming back in Cartoon Network on the 10th? Please... review with your opinion, and if you happen to somehow know that the news is true, oh, and CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM accepted.
I am so sorry. I have been so reckless. Please, please, please, accept my apologies. only a teeny, tiny bit was changed but this would make a very huge key role on the next chapters of the story. And the reason for this 'little BIG mistake' is... my carelessness and some stupid guy named... well... i'll keep his identity until I see him in person and when i can actually feel his skin against mine... and break EVERY bone he has in his anatomy. Once again, i'm sorry. and thanks to jazzjackrabbit, because of her/his review, I wouldn't have noticed my mistake. To my beta Amerie-san, you're awesome girl!