Sorriez. My computer got a bad virus, and wasn't able to type anything. So, I'll give you all special plushies for waiting… (Gives Plushies) Heh. Sorry for the super short chapter. I only have ten mintes to write this before my computer is completely overthrown by the virus… ACK. Deadlines…
Disclaimer- I don't even own the Bleach I wash my clothes with, okay?
Ichigo stared up at the man who had just entered the room. Kuchiki Byakuya. Ichigo stared, unable to come up for an excuse as to why he had just been kissing Rukia. Of course, the truth was too completely plausible, so it would never work.
Rukia had already stood up, and made note of the death glare now being shot at Ichigo. She turned away and tried to slip out of the room but…
"Where do you think you're going?" He turnd his icy glare toward Rukia, who froze still. Byakuya looked mad as hell, and she of all people knew not to mess with him when he was angry…
"Umm… I was… going to…-," He kept his glare straight at her. "Go see…. Ummm… go see… head captain yamamoto!" Rukia really had no time to think of why sh would want to see him, but at least it was an excuse… But Byakuya wasn't buyig it.
"Ichigo"His gaze shifted back toward him. "What were you just doing?" Ichigo could clearly feel something screwy forming in the back of Byakuya's mind.
Wait…does Byakuya think…?! That's wrong… gah…Ichigo tried to coe up with something confusing…."If you're thinking what I think you are, your probably thinking that I think I know what you're thinking, in which case you'd use reverse psychology to make me think that I think I know what you're thinking, in which case I really don't have a clues what either me or you are thinking," Of course, Ichigo's attempt was futile, and Byakuya sent back an even more utterly confusing statement.
"Yes, but if you think you know what I'm thinking then that proves that you truly do know what you are thinking, in which case you cannot be correct about thinking of what I am thinking about what you are thinking. If that is truly the case, then you truly know exactly what I mean in what I am thinking about what you are thinking. You also appear to have a very large thought on thinking about what other people thin you are thinking about them, which only you know about yourself, in which case making assumptions shows no interesting value under your specific circumstances of thinking about what others are thinking," Wow. That one was more confusing. Ichigo sat there for awhile, stunned by the immense amount of "thinking" put into that statement.
"Could you repeat that?" Ichigo inquired, picking himself off the floor.
"No. But, I will repeat words previous- What the hell did you do to Rukia?" Rukia decided she should intervene here. At least, Nii-sama might believe her…
"Niisama! Stop! Just hear this, please!" Rukia pleaded with him, until he finally gave up and listened to what she had to say. This proved to have hit the jackpot, for Byakuya let out a sigh of relief, and stopped glaring. Ichigo felt relieved when he saw Byakuya leave. If he had decided that Ichigo had done anything "unacceptable" with his sister, he would have been chopped up by girly pink petals by now.
"ICHIGO!" He heard his name called out by Rukia, who was now fuming. "What in hell's name were you thinking, you bastard!" She slapped him across the face, and he took it, just sitting there like a mannequin. Rukia had appeared to let out all of her steam, and fell back down into her chair.
For Ichigo, it hadn't been shock that had forced him into that state of being like a dummy; it was that memory of just a few minutes ago, lying there. His kiss with Rukia. He contemplated that it was normal for him to feel like this. He was a teenager, right? He was allowed to blame hormones for lots of things, especially things like this… Ichigo rested his head in his hand. Was this really normal?
Again, sorry for the short chapter. It took me a little over nine minutes… I gotta save this! ACK!
BYEREALLYFAST!