Gah! This one is so long and it took forever! Sorry guys ^-^ I think I'm going to try and finish all 25 but I can't promise it'll be super fast. Anyway, I hope you guys like this one. Let me know what was good and what was bad and what was ugly (definitely not Ichigo! yum!), ok?
7) Blow on your nails to help the polish dry
17) Waits hours to pee so you can use the bathroom for your make-up, hair, etc.
It was a quiet night at home for Ichigo. His family had gone out for dinner and a movie without him so he could do his homework. Orihime had invited Ichigo and Rukia over for a small get together but only Rukia had gone. Yes, it was a nice, relaxing evening. That is, until Rukia came home.
"Ichigo! Look what Orihime gave me!" Rukia shoved a bag in his face. Ichigo took it and looked through with little interest. His eyebrows rose as he pulled out some mascara. They traveled farther up his forehead as she set more cosmetics on his desk.
"What's all this for?" Ichigo asked as he put the eye shadow, blush, eye liner, lip stick, and other things back in the bag.
"Orihime said I could have them since she didn't want them anymore." Rukia had a bright smile on her face.
"And you're actually planning on wearing this stuff?" She thought about his question for a moment then slowly nodded her head. A broad grin broke out on her face and she giggled.
"I'm going to go try it out!" Rukia ran off for the bathroom girlishly. Ichigo shook his head. Why were girls so obsessed with changing themselves? He had never thought Rukia would get caught up in the trend but whatever. It was still his relaxing time and he was going to make the most of it.
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A few cups of tea later Ichigo decided Rukia's bathroom time had expired. She had been in there for at least two hours now and he really needed to 'go'. He knocked on the door.
"What?" Rukia shouted through the door.
"Play time is over. I need the bathroom." He started to turn the knob.
"No! Wait!" She pushed the door closed again. "Just give me one more second! I'm almost done!" Ichigo huffed and crossed his arms.
Seconds went by, then minutes. "Rukia! Hurry up!"
"I am hurrying!" Rukia shouted back. Ichigo began rocking back and forth on his feet. Finally he couldn't take it anymore.
"Ok, Rukia. You're done. Now get out!" He opened the door and was greeted by a multi-colored Rukia. Now, there are few things in this world that can make Ichigo even smile but seeing Rukia in this hilarious state caused him to let out a loud, resounding laugh.
Rukia looked at her feet and mumbled, "I got a little confused." And she looked back up at him. He laughed harder and the look on Rukia's face turned meaner.
She gave him a swift kick between his legs, reminding him why he had wanted the bathroom in the first place. Ichigo gave Rukia a small shove out the door and quickly shut it. Once he had finished his business he opened the door widely with a sigh of relief.
"Finally! I thought you'd never finish!" Rukia exclaimed. She pushed him out of the way and returned to the mirror. Ichigo curiously turned around. He let out a small snort. Rukia was about to put some eye shadow on her lips. Then his face turned thoughtful, that probably wasn't good to ingest.
"Rukia, stop!" He snatched the applicator out of her hands. She whirled around and glared at him.
"Give it back!" She jumped up, trying to reach it. "Ichigo, c'mon. Give it!"
"No! That's not how it works." Rukia stopped jumping and a questioning look appeared on her face.
"What do you mean? How do you use it?" Ichigo sighed. So much for a relaxing evening.
"It goes on your eyelids. Here, close your eyes." Rukia gave him a suspicious look but did as he said. He swept the thin brush over her skin. Then, he did the same on her other eye.
"See? It's not really that hard." Rukia turned and examined herself in the mirror. She gave a small nod of approval.
"Do this one too." Rukia gave Ichigo another small case but he pushed it back.
"No way! I'm playing dress-up like some little kid." Rukia opened her mouth to say something mean back but closed it again.
She pulled out a bottle of nail polish and started to spread some over her eyelid silently mimicking Ichigo's movement. A look of complete horror crossed Ichigo's face.
"What the hell are you doing?" He reached out a second too late and by the time the brush was safely in his grasp Rukia had a large blob of nail polish above her eye. "You idiot! Close your eyes!"
Ichigo turned on the sink and splashed water over her face. Rukia tried to push away as it was her first instinct but Ichigo held her there for another couple douses.
"What were you thinking?" Rukia sputtered. She shook her head and tried to dry herself with a near by towel. When she looked up at him she was quite a sight. All the make-up had run and the white towel was now very colorful. Ichigo smiled.
Rukia frowned at herself in the mirror. She wiped her face a couple more times with the towel and turned her head to see her face from different angles. Most of the make up had easily wiped away but there were still some slight stains of different colors. The frown remained on her face.
Ichigo watched her, wondering what she was thinking. Maybe, if she asked one more time he would just show her what went where. Then he could have some peace and quiet while she played.
Maybe, but only if she asked. Only if she asked nicely, he decided. Very nicely, almost begging. He smiled at the thought. His fantasy was brutally interrupted by a bump on the chest. He looked down at a mascara wand enclosed in Rukia's fist and his gaze went up her arm and arrived to her very serious face.
"You do it." She ordered, pushing her fist at him again. Ichigo sighed and took it from her. That was about as nice as it would get, he supposed.
"Alright, sit still and be quiet."
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"Well, what do you think?" Ichigo asked after a half hour of grueling make up application. He let a small smile capture his lips as he admired his handiwork. He thought he had done a pretty good job.
Rukia leaned over the counter and stuck her face up close to the mirror to get a better look.
"I hate it." She said simply with a growing frown. Ichigo's eye brows climbed up his forehead.
"What? How can you hate it? I spent forever putting that stupid stuff on your face!" Ichigo exclaimed. He glared at her waiting for an answer. Rukia paused and looked back at the mirror thoughtfully.
"Well… I look the same. And it feels weird." She looked to Ichigo who was now almost foaming at the mouth.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You say it feels weird? Get over it! You look almost decent now! Hell, you look beautiful! Which is more than I can say for you most of the time!" Ichigo released some his anger by slamming the door on his way back to his room, then slamming that door, and then slamming Rukia's closet door just for good measure.
Rukia was rather surprised by this whole speech. She studied her face some more, maybe there was something she had missed. Her, beautiful? Did Ichigo really think that? She pondered his words and looked over her face trying to find what had caused Ichigo to come to the conclusion that he had.
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"Ichigo?" Rukia poked her head out from behind door to the orange haired boy's room. He was sitting at his desk, ignoring Rukia's entrance.
"Ichigo? Are you busy?" She asked again sitting on his bed beside him trying to glimpse what he was working on. Ichigo grunted. Rukia figured this was enough of an invitation to begin talking.
"I've been thinking about wha-" "Ichigo! We're home!" His overly energetic and loving father shouted up the stairs.
"How was your evening?" Called out Yuzu. Ichigo pushed away from his desk and left the room to yell back down at his family. Rukia crossed her arms over her chest and let out a huff.
Ichigo returned a few moments later, sat down, and shot the small, pouting girl a look that told her to get on with it before he got bored and turned his attention elsewhere.
Rukia took a deep breath and scooted closer. "Well, I was thinking about how you said that you thought I looked, you know beautiful and...I guess I had a question."
She looked up into to his eyes for permission to continue. Ichigo's eyebrows were furrowed in a confused frown.
'Where is this going?' He thought to himself. Ichigo studied Rukia's face trying to figure out what was going on with her. He felt his face get pink in anticipation of what she was going to ask.
Rukia went on to pull a bottle of nail polish out from behind her back. "What's this for?" She asked, holding it out to him.
Ichigo paused for a moment to register what had happened. The slight nervous blush paled away and was replaced by one of annoyance and embarrassment. The annoyance was not so much caused by her needing his help yet again but the fact that he had been expecting an entirely different question. The embarrassment was due to the fact that he had almost been wanting her to ask it.
He tried to refocus his attention back on the little pink bottle. "Yu puhit nyur nails." He mumbled trying to avoid Rukia's intense stare.
"What did you say?" Rukia leaned her face closer to his, trying to listen more carefully. Ichigo pulled his face back away from Rukia. She tried to re-establish the closeness by leaning even farther off the bed. Ichigo turned his face to the side, still trying desperately to save his personal space.
"I said you put it on your damn nails!" He yelled at her.
Rukia jumped at the sudden outburst and lost her balance. Her hand slipped off the desk and her chin slammed down on the corner. A slight moan escaped from her lips as she lay on the floor. Ichigo mentally beat himself up as he got down beside to see if she was really hurt.
"Are you ok?" He asked quietly. Rukia rolled into a seated position so her back was against the bed. Her eyes sent evil messages.
She brought back an arm to swat at Ichigo's head and he noticed that there was a bright red scrape under her chin. He moved his head slightly to the side and dodged her hand. He heard some quiet curses directed at him but he tried to ignore it.
The scrape was shallow and Ichigo figured it would heal up just fine in a day or two. Still, with Rukia glaring at him like that he felt kind of bad for startling her. Ichigo sighed. It wasn't like he didn't already do everything for her already. He picked the nail polish bottle up off the floor and took Rukia's hand.
Rukia pulled her hand back and snatched the bottle away from him.
"I can do it myself." She spat at him. She climbed back onto the bed and unscrewed the top. Rukia looked down and concentrated very hard on her hand. She didn't want Ichigo to notice her embarrassment.
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After the third glob of nail polish landed on Ichigo's bed he decided that that was it. He took the bottle away from her and she didn't complain. Rukia had been getting more and more frustrated with the dumb stuff that got on her fingers and only smeared when she tried to get it off.
Ichigo went to the bathroom and got some tissue soaked with Yuzu's nail polish remover. He sat down beside Rukia and rubbed the polish off her hands. Then, he glanced up at her with a small gleam in his eyes as he pulled her hand onto his knee.
"Now what do you say?" Ichigo was feeling much better about this whole thing now that he was the one in control. Rukia raised her eyebrows. Surly he was joking, she thought to herself. But his gaze was unwavering. Her eyes narrowed and she pulled her hand away as if to say, no chance in hell.
Ichigo shrugged and let his hands hang by his side. Rukia thought for a moment and finally placed her hand back on his knee. He decided this was victory enough and he began to slide the brush over her short finger nails. Once Rukia's last nail was sufficiently coated with pink Ichigo announced she was done.
A smile spread across her face as she admired the glossy texture. Rukia ran a finger over one of her nails to feel how smooth it was. Her smile disappeared when she saw the clump of polish on the bottom of her finger and the ruined nail.
"Ichigo, what happened?" Rukia asked him. He had been putting the bottle back into Orihime's make up bag. Ichigo let out a small sigh when he saw the small mess she had made.
"It has to dry, you idiot. Here, you blow on them." After wiping the pink off her finger, he took her hand and blew on her nails. Rukia's eyes widened. This seemed rather strange to her.
Once Ichigo was done she looked at her hand. She took a deep breath and forced it out at her nails as hard as she could. Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"Not like that. Be more gentle." Rukia blinked. She let out a small stream of air on one nail and looked up at him. He nodded and watched her as she repeated the process with every individual nail. He saw a yawn take over as she tried to blow on the last one.
"Alright, midget. Time for bed." Rukia nodded compliantly. She was rather sleepy.
"Still nothing you wanna say to me?" Ichigo asked as she climbed into her makeshift home in the closet. She flipped him the bird and closed the door but once safely hidden from view Rukia smiled and admired her fingernails once more.
She sighed; maybe she did owe Ichigo something. Rukia listened to him change and get in bed. After hearing him switch his lamp off, she slid her door open to his muscular figure lying under the sheets.
"Ichigo?" Rukia watched him turn over on his side so he was facing her.
"Thank you." She whispered to him. He gave no reply as he turned back over but the light shining in from the window was just bright enough so that Rukia could see the small, moonlit outline of a smile on his lips. And that was enough of a reply for her.
