Author's Note on the bottom.
ELEVENTH CHAPTER: THE DATING GAME
Of Him and Her... and Her?
Yoruichi sat boredly, leaning her head on Urahara's. "This bet game thing is so boring..." She purred, poking his green hat. "Don't you think so?" She asked him.
To her delight, Urahara nodded. "Yep." He sighed, rolling his eyes. "There's no fun to it. It's all just the same, with or without it." Urahara scratched his head in thought. "You think they'll mind?"
Yoruichi looked up. "Mind about what?" She questioned, looking up at his eyes.
"We're butting in." Urahara had a smirk on, making Yoruichi giggle in delight.
"Oh, that's perfect."
Urahara and Yoruichi really were a bit agitated due to the fact that they weren't allowed to participate in the game, so how much fun could they have if they messed around with it? A lot, they supposed.
The kitty and the mad scientist both set off outside, on their way to find their first victim. Victims, to be exact. They both knew who they'd start with first.
Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia.
"Hey!" Yoruichi mused. "If you combine Kurosaki and Kuchiki together, you can make Kurochiki! That's great!" She told Urahara.
He sighed, tipping his had. "You think too much, Yoruichi."
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"Nani?!" Ichigo shrieked, Rukia pulling him along in glee. "Where are you taking me?" He shouted at the top of his lungs, Rukia smirking. "We're going to the bowling place."
"There's a bowling place in this place?!" Ichigo was surprised.
Rukia shrugged. "Nope." she sighed, still pulling him along. "I just thought you'd be excited if I told you that." She chuckled, Ichigo scowling at her.
"That ain't funny." He muttered, his collar being pulled by the short woman.
"Did I say it was supposed to?" She answered back nonchalantly, slapping him on the back of his head. "I never told you that, fool!" She laughed. "'sides, We're going to Ukitake-taichou's place!"
Ichigo raised and eyebrow. "Jushiro?" He spat. "Why the hell are we going there?! That's so... isn't he at the 4th Division right now?" He spoked, rubbing his head to wipe away the sweat.
"How do you know?" Rukia asked.
'13th Division members, this is Unohana. We're sorry for the inconvenience, but Ukitake-taichou is not feeling good today... so... ahem... he will be here for... eh, how long are you here, Jushiro?... Well, he will be here until I discharge him... no... not there!' Unohana's voice boomed througout the place.
"It's been like that every hour already." He smirked.
Rukia blushed a bright crimson red. "Oh, really? Oops." She scratched her cheek and shugged. "Well, we're going there anyways." She nodded, pulling him along.
"Can you just let me go? I can walk fine, y'know?" Ichigo proposed, trying to pry her hands off his shirt. "You shortie."
"Nope. I don't feel like it." She shrugged. "You called me shortie too. Like hell I'm not putting you down."
Eyes watched them sneakily behind the trees, almost giggling at the sight of both of them walking to Jushiro's office, alone. One pair of eyes, which was Yoruichi, snorted. "It's time."
"Yosh," Urahara nodded in reply, "It's time." He repeated. "Let's follow."
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"Hi-tsu-ga-ya-kun!" Hinamori huffed, stomping along with him-- she didn't know where they were going. "Where are we going? Tell me! I need to know!" She whined, tugging on his robe.
Hitsugaya hissed. "Just follow."
She had thought that they were going back to his office to hang out, but that had not been right; it had been an hour already since they passed by the Tenth's grounds. They had also passed by the candy store, the uniform shop, the cafe... Where else could they do?
(Author's Note: Right here, at this spot, I've gotten and idea for a one-shot. Yay for Hitsugaya and my musical inspiration, Corrine Bailey Rae!)
There was nothing really in Seretei anyways. Hinamori sighed.
"Are you gonna tell me yet?"
"Hinamori, can you just trust me for once?" He grunted in annoyance. "It's not like I'm going to rape you or anything."
Hinamori froze. "How would I know that you're not?" She questioned, making Hitsugaya twitch in anger and more annoyance. "Hitsugaya-kun, you're past puberty, and now-"
"Am I not trustworthy then?" He asked, crossing his arms at her. "Even though we've known each other since we were little, we even lived together in Rukongai... and you still don't trust me?"
"No!" Hinamori shouted back. "I do trust you! I do!" She trailed off, hugging her arms. "... It's just that, when... when Aizen left, I trusted him... I really, really did, and... and..." A hand was placed on her shoulder.
"It's okay." Hitsugaya gave her a warm smile-- something she hadn't seen in a while. "I know, and I can understand you. Now... can you just.. believe me?" You know how hard I worked on what to say? Matsumoto, you better be happy. I'll slit your throat if you don't.
"Yeah, I will." Hinamori grinned at him, grabbing his hand in return. "So... shall we go?"
Hitsugaya stared at her hand, entwined with his, a small smile forming once again. "I guess." He shrugged. "Bed Wetter Momo trusts me now, so we have to go before she changes her mind. Again."
"Hitsugaya-kun!" She moaned at his teasings.
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"A- A- In- Inoue-san!" Ishida shrieked girl-like at the large-busted girl. "What in the world are you doing?! In here of all places!" He asked, quickly scrambling up from the ground.
As you might know, Ishida Uryu was never a playboy, never had a girlfriend, and had virgin lips. Pooy boy, this experience would shock him for while.
"I was just thanking you," Orihime cheered happily, getting off the ground. "Well, I'm gonna go to meet Ulquiorra!" She bowed, and set off to the exit. "Or... whatever his name was!" She 'poinked'.
"Ulquiorra? Didn't he... die?"
"Sou ka?" Orihime placed a finger to her lips. "... Sou ka, Ishida-kun?" She asked him, and Ishida shook his head hesitating to answer.
Well, wherever Ulquiorra was, he hasn't been seen since Aizen's death. He still could be in Hueco Mundo. Who knows? Oh well, better not break the news to Inoue-san. He decided, telling her. "Rumors? I don't think they're real."
Orihime placed his answer on the back burner, walking out the door, only to be bumped into Matsumoto. "Oh! Konnichi wa, Rangiku-san!" She waved, dodging her and walking out the door.
Matsumoto was there again, blocking her. "Konnichiwa, Orihime-san!"
"Rangiku-san... why are you blocking my way?"
"For money?!"
"Yes, for money."
"Well, okay..." Orihime couldn't help but help a friend, right? "What do I do?"
"Kiss Ishida!" Matsumoto giggled, pushing the girl to the embarassed quincy area. "You are to kiss him full on the lips. Now!" She instructed harshly. "I don't want to take no for an answer!"
Orihime sweat dropped. "Naniii?"
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"Nemu!" Mayuri hissed, still flat on the ground. "Come here!" He watched as the Tenth's vice-captain pushed Orihime to Ishida. He then remembered his bet and mentally decapitated himself.
"H- Hai!" Nemu followed, getting up from the corner of the room, without any struggle. "What do you need, Kurotsuchi-taichou?" She asked solemnly, bowing to him, and offering to help him up.
"You want to call me father?"
"Yes?" Nemu was a bit confused. "I guess?"
"And do you want to still be near, or in your language, 'hang out' with that blasted Quincy?" He asked once more, getting another nod from Nemu.
"H- Hai." It kinda scared her.
"Well then, go and kiss that bastard!" He screamed, pushing Nemu to Ishida. "Take him on a date! Confess some type of feelings! NOW!" He spoke harshly to her. "Just... let me win that money!"
Ishida was in a bit of a trap today.
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"Geez, where are those gaki?" Urahara complained to Yoruichi, taking off his hat to wipe off the sweat from his hair and face. "Where is Jushiro's Division?"
"Right next to the 12th Divison, idiot." Yoruichi rolled her eyes at his complaint-- how could a successful person like him be so lazy?!
"... where is that?"
"Who the hell is a person who does not know where their old division is?" Yoruichi almost slapped him on the back of the head at that time, Urahara chuckling.
"Oh, really?" Urahara was in thought. "Since when did I have a division?"
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"We're here!" Rukia swung the doors open in delight. "Look, Ichigo! We're here!" She repeated, slapping Ichigo square on the cheek. "Oi! Ichigo!" She yelled again, about ready to slap some sense into him.
"I'm here, I'm here! We're here." He muttered what she said, getting himself off the ground, his pants thoroughly messed up-- he had been dragged here since the cafe.
That was a really far distance.
They sat on the chairs that were there.
"... what now?"
More of Ichigo, Rukia, Yoruichi, and Urahara next time!
Oh, sorry. I have no time, and my schedule's swamped. I will update by next Sunday, okay? I hope it's not bad. Please excuse the errors, I was rushing. I also need a beta. Anyone want to beta? I'll be super glad. Tell me in your review, as well as your email address and all; the alerts and PMs don't work. Bah!
-Tsukia, twelve minutes ago.