ありがとうございます！ For the reviews! Author's Note on the bottom.
TENTH CHAPTER: THE DATING GAME
Of Stuttering and Squeals.
Look! Look! Extra madness in Seretei! Rukia in jealousy? Orihime retaliates!
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"Rukia... please. I just want to talk."
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Rukia sighed, pausing right in front of him, her eyes trying hard not to gaze up upon his. "I'll listen." She stood there, waiting for his explanation -- at least, she hoped it was an explanation.
Ichigo put his head down in relief, letting go of her wrists gently. "Thanks." He said, giving out a small smile.
She turned to face him, arms crossed, feet tapping on the wooden floor. "... you may go on, I suppose."
"Rukia..." He started to explain, "... what you saw... it... it wasn't what you think." He spoke. "Tatsuki, all she did was, well, she just-" He was bluntly cut off by Rukia.
"She what? She just attacked your lips furiously? There was mustard on your lips, and she just had to get it off like that?!" She yelled, eyebrows raised. "Speak, Kurosaki!"
Ichigo winced. She was using his last name. Rukia must be extremely angry. "For your information, I was speaking. No, she tripped and fell. On me. Accidentally." He almost yelled back, but he restrained himself from doing so. "Besides, why are you so angry?!"
Rukia's mouth formed into a line as her brain listened to his words. She looked down and breathed out. "I... I don't know!" She muttered, putting her loose strand of hair behind her ear. It was bothering her. "It's not my fault you had to kiss her." She stuck her tongue out at him, who edged nearer.
Ichigo's growled. "Peh. You don't know? You got me worried for nothing, y'know?"
She blinked, looking up to him. "Oh. You were worried?"
"Well, yeah. You were running off like there was no tomorrow, how could I not be worried? You're my friend, and I can't just ignore you like that." He told her, and she laughed.
"Well, you left Tatsuki, didn't you?" She poked his side, which made him twitch. "Isn't she your friend too?"
"Well, for one, I know she can handle herself." Ichigo rolled his eyes, turning to face Rukia. "You on the other hand..." He trailed off, smirking. "Well, you, you're just a little-"
"I am not weak!" She pointed out, punching him on the shoulder.
Ichigo winced. "I wasn't even gonna say that. Geez, woman." Soon, a small smirk came upon his face, Rukia being highly confused.
She lifted her eyebrow. "What?"
"Heh... Heh... Rukia..." That smile was just-- just-- getting bigger by the moment. "You were jealous, weren't you?"
"Hitsugaya-kun...?" Hinamori spun around. It sounded like his voice. "Hitsugaya-kun...?"
The shinigami shook his head. "Nope, I guess not this time." He spoke. Hinamori's eyes widened. It really wasn't Hitsugaya. It.. it was...
"Kira-kun, what are you doing here?" Hinamori said in awe, gaping at the blonde-haired shinigami. "I thought you were out on a mission today!"
Kira shrugged, and faced toward the girl. "Mission? What mission? I just skipped it. It didn't feel important. Besides, my stomach still hurts from last week." He remembered the day he had gone out drinking with Matsumoto. "They understood my pain."
Hinamori giggled. "Kira-kun." She pulled on the ribbon of her hair. "Thanks for saving me!" She spoke. "I forgot my zanpaktou, and those men were-"
"Eh? That? Don't worry about it." He winked. "You've saved me many times before, Hina-chan."
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Damn Hinamori, Hitsugaya scowled. "Why must you do this?" He could feel her riatsu nearer as he ran around the place. "HINAMORI, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
"Oh, Kira-kun," He heard a voice from afar. "But I really didn't do anything!" The voice giggled heartily, and Hitsugaya frowned. The sound of her voice... he definitely knew who that was.
"Hinamori." Her and her obsessive flirting. Not like she's ever done that before-- Hitsugaya was just surprised at the fact that she even knew how.
He turned and walked away, to leave Hinamori and her Kira-kun, but remembered Matsumoto's threat before he left.
"Oh, and Hitsugaya?" Matsumoto stopped the boy from leaving the room. Hitsugaya turned back, looking confused. "What?"
"You better apologize." She sighed. "Don't go running off. If I don't hear that Hina-chan gets an apology from you by tomorrow, oh... I'm not doing my paperwork for the next three months."
Hitsugaya scowled.
"Oh, and Hitsugaya-taichou? You don't have to worry. Three months isn't that much for a young captain like you, if you don't end up saying your sorry." She laughed into the air.
He spat. "Stupid vice captain." He returned to the path he was on, and grudgingly, he went on to reach Hinamori.
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Poor Hitsugaya.
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"Ne, ne, Hina-chan!" Kira poked. "It seems that you've been hanging out with Hitsugaya-taichou lately! Right?" He grinned, pulling on her cheeks like a little girl. "How sweet!"
"... Kira-kun, are you drunk again?" Hinamori rolled her eyes. "You're worse than those other men." She sighed. "At least I know how to push your buttons."
Kira laughed heartily. "Nah... It's just that... I'm so glad that my little Hinamori is growing up." He smirked. "It's about time, though."
Hinamori blanked out, staring into Kira's eyes. "I... I really don't know what you're talking about." Her voice swayed a bit.
"Oh, really?" His face was confused. "Wow. I thought that... wow. Really?" He asked her again.
Hinamori nodded. "Moe, Kira-kun, Hitsugaya-kun is just a friend!" She shook her head, in disbelief. "I can't believe that you think that, Kira-kun. We're strictly friends." She told him.
Kira laughed. "Strictly? You sound like the one making the rules."
"Neh? I th-"
"Oi!"
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Both of their heads spun towards the direction of the newcomer's voice. "?"
"Oi, Hinamori!" Hitsugaya lazily leaned on the wall, tired-- as if he had been running. "I've been running around trying to find you. You know how long I ran?"
Well, that answered the question. Hinamori giggled, but Kira did otherwise.
"Hitsugaya-taichou!" He bowed, sneakily walking closer to the white-haired captain. "I apologize for the inconveniece! Please forgive me for taking your time and efforts to find this young lady! Please take care of her well!" He was about to salute, but was held back.
"Izuru-fukutaichou, we are not the military." Hitsugaya lamely answered, holding the blonde man's arm. "Please do not even attempt to salute me. I am not old."
"Hai! I will go now!" He sneered when his arm was let go, and took this as a chance to nudge even closer, up to the point where he could lean down to his ear. "As I said, Hitsugaya-taichou, please take care of her well."
"Huh? Are you drunk on duty?" Hitsugaya was confused as the day he was born. "I don't know what-"
Kira ignored that comment.
"Oh," He waved at them both. "You guys are so alike! Ja ne, Hina-chan, Hitsugaya-taichou." He gave a wink, and was off.
Hitsugaya faced Hinamori. "Well, that was awkward." he mused.
Hinamori couldn't help but agree. "H- Hai..."
Orihime stood firmly planted on the ground, in front of the crazy masked captain. "Ishida-kun," She spoke, half irritated, "Please, put your bow... down. Now."
Ishida shook his head stubbornly. "No. I will not, Inoue-san. It is something that I have to do."
"You can avenge your friend another way!" Orihime retorted, her hands extending farther from her body. "For now... please, step away from Kurotsuchi-taichou."
Nemu nodded hastily, still slumped on the ground. "Yes... you should."
"Ehhh...?" Orihime gasped. "Even she agrees! Put it down now!" She poked at the boy. "Down, Quincy!"
Ishida clicked his tongue. "Like hell I won't." His glasses shimmered. "There's nothing you can do to stop me." He spoke with pride. "Friends don't let friends get attacked by masked madmen with bankai."
And then it hit her. Orihime had an idea.
No, not one of her 'women's intuition', she was too good for that now. And no... attempting to feed him her food was not the idea either. It was a full-proof plan... and she was sure of it. At least, she thinks she it.
"Oh yeah...?" Orihime giggled, swaying towards Ishida. "Ishida-kun... are you sure about that?" She cooed, leaning closer to his face.
Meanwhile, Matsumoto got impatient with her captain and ended up passing by the division the fight was taking place and peeked inside, squealing in delight.
"Ooh! Drama!"
"E-Eh... Ano... Inoue-san..." Ishida sweat dropped. "You're a bit... close for comfort..."
"Aww... am I?" She said a bit off-character like. "I've been closer... ne? Ne, Ishida-kun? Ne?"
Ishida turned a bright shade of red. "No... You haven't. E- Ehh... Well... what are you doing? G- Ge- Step away from me a bit, Inoue-san... please take one... step... back."
Like she was going to listen. Ishida was stuck in a corner, like a little cat stuck on the treetops.
She smiled. "Please, lower your bow against Kurotsuchi-taichou."
And with that, she kissed him on the cheek, causing him to fall back, his bow vanishing into thin air, face red-- Ishida was flustered, he couldn't speak out a work. "A- A- A-"
Matusmoto clapped her hands in delight, calling over Yachiru, who was coincidentally nearby. "Yachiru! Look! Look! Does that count? Do I win yet?"
Yachiru peeked inside the door, watching Orihime kiss Ishida slightly on the cheek. "Cheek? Nope." She said bluntly. "I'm going now. I'm gonna give Ken-chan a haircut!" She squealed, running off into the hallways.
Matsumoto just wanted to scream.
Unwritten rule:
Kissies on the cheek-ies don't count.
Ichigo stood by Rukia-- grunting-- as they returned to the place they originally were at, to find everyone still there. Even the ones who never talked to them. Ever.
They just loved to watch live-action drama. And today, they had really experienced a real-live live actiqon.
"Is this a movie?"
"Oh my. Is that hair natural?"
The unnamed people murmured back and forth, until they finally came back. They then stayed silent.
"Tatsuki." Rukia stood up to the girl. Tatsuki nodded at the shorter girl.
"Rukia."
They stared in silence, until finally, Rukia broke it off. "Well, that settles things. I'm off." She waved, turning around-- she was soon held back by Ichigo.
"... Rukia." Ichigo glared daggers at her. "Remember what you promised me...?"
Rukia stuck her tongue out at him, shook it off, then turned back to Tatsuki, bowing, "Sorry for misunderstanding!" She spoke.
Tatsuki laughed. "Whatever. Ichigo's my old childhood friend, and I know him long enough to the fact that I'm never going to get together with him." She replied, a small twinkle in her eyes. "I've got someone else."
Ichigo scoffed. "It's too obvious. It's Keigo, am I right?"
"Eh?!" Tatsuki blushed, giving out the answer they needed. "Well... err... anyways, Rukia, I grant you permission!" She coughed slightly.
Rukia raised her eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"You can have him." Tatsuki smirked at them both. "Good Luck!"
It was Ichigo and Rukia's turn to blush super red.
"We... We never said that!" They both said together, making Yamamoto chuckle in the background. Well, actually, no one knew that those two captain "spies" were still there.
"I'd bet you they said that subconsciously in your mind." He muttered to Byakuya.
"Eh."
Well, that's the end. Of this chapter, I mean. So sorry that it's really really really unedited, and very, very, very lame, and off-character plus horrible spelling and grammar... but I'm stressed out with a lot of things. School, majorly. I had like... 3 projects due this last week. And I did them all on the morning it was due. I was doing bits of it in every class before I turned it in.
And that's how terribly busy I am. Bleeh.
I think I'm not doing so good in English. Eh. I just never have time for the homework.
-Tsukia, twelve minutes ago.
I wonder how long this story should go. Any ideas?
And, I'm thinking of adding a lot of Yoruichi and Urahara around, doing some crazy things to twist this 'game'. They haven't showed in awhile. And they are pretty crazy. But I dunno.
Review and tell me your opinions! Flames used to cook my dinner.