One Slip Chapter 8: Allies, plus 1, Enemies, plus 1, a bleach fanfic

Hellooooooo…

Somethings been nagging at the back of mind for awhile… I have absolutely no clue where his is going. I mean, Ive got an idea, but… no real "story". I think that's why this story hasn't quite been up to par with my other non-fanfic-related works. This definitely doesn't hit it right. Bu-ut… we must raise the bar so we may soar over it! …Ahem. Oh well, on with the story!

Byakuya sighed. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.

That stupid day was coming up. Soon, the elders would start bugging him about marriage and other unnecessary things. They would say "but Kuchiki-sama, the clan is in desperate need for an heir!"

Like he gave a damn.

Why the hell would he, anyway? He had thought he'd settled the matter of an heir awhile ago, by letting another branch of the family take over. Apparently, it didn't go over so well. The proposal form was actually incinerated on the spot by one of the more kido-efficient members of the counsel.

Greedy bastards.

And now, to top it all off, he had one loud-mouthed, orange-haired Kurosaki Ichigo invading his house. By now, he was beginning to wonder if he was actually sane by telling Ichigo he would have to work off the debt. It had meant that the brat would have to stay in his mansion for even longer, causing even more of a ruckus.

And then there was Rukia.

He had been closely following her every minute he could to ensure her safety and protection from the highly flammable package of teenage hormones that was Kurosaki Ichigo. He had taken note of his odd behaviors, such as dragging her down multiple corridors, seemingly looking for an empty room, and not to mention … kissing her on the kitchen floor. If Rukia hadn't cooled him down, he most certainly would've made sure that nobody could even recognize Kurosaki after he was through with him.

Ichigo had better watch what he does.

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Ichigo was thinking he might've finally gotten the hang of cooking.

He had managed an omelet and some bacon this morning, and was quite pleased that he was able to discern the bacon from the omelet.

He proudly carted his meal over to the head chef, and smiled as the chef poked the bacon with a chopstick.

He turned his head up to Ichigo, "You made this?"

"Uh-huh,"

The chef gave him an odd look but let it go. At least it appeared to be safe…

As Ichigo strolled out of the kitchen, he noticed a man leaning against the table.

He looked normal enough, black hair and a chef's apron on.

But on closer inspection, Ichigo could see a visor covering his eyes.

It was Sunda.

Ichigo looked surprised, but took the initiative to ask him something, "Hey, Sunda…"

Sunda looked up and nodded, "Hn,"

Ichigo took this as a "what" and continued, "I'm thinking about..." He checked the hallways to see if anyone was around. "I'm thinking about trying to get back at Byakuya for sticking me in this hell-hole…"

Sunda looked up, interested.

"You see, his birthday is coming up, and the last time I checked, he wasn't too fond of parties… I think I'm gonna throw him a surprise party,"

And Sunda, for the first time ever, lifted up his visor. Underneath were blazing red eyes.

"I'm not too fond of him either… consider me in,"

Ichigo's eyes widened. He really didn't expect him to agree so quickly but… then again, don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Suddenly Sunda looked around. Ichigo could hear footsteps coming down the hall, and the voice of Kuchiki Byakuya along with it.

Breakfast time…

"Ichigo, you'd better get on out of here, you'll be even deeper in than you are now if they find you in the dining hall when they come in…"

Ichigo took Sunda's advice, and made a break for the door to the garden.

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Rukia sat peacefully in the garden, admiring the sakura trees. She had had an early breakfast, and had come out here to look at the garden. She had always thought it was a nice calm place to be, with peace quiet, and no interruptions-

BAM!!!

Or not.

*huff* *huff* *huff*

Rukia slowly turned her head towards the panting.

Ichigo, of all people, was standing there, panting, with the shoji door he had just slammed through still hanging off his shoulders.

Good thing Nii-sama wasn't around to see this. Ichigo would have to work for two entire lifetimes to pay for this damage.

"Ichigo…" Ichigo looked up at her.

"WHAT THE HELL!!!!" He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and then felt a small hand grasp his shirt and lift him up.

"BAKA! I WAS RELAXING, YOU MORON!!!" She hit him again, harder, but this time in the stomach.

Ichigo shuddered on the ground, waiting for the next blow.

"Fine… Ichigo, you can stay here until whatever you're running from ends, okay?"

Ichigo managed to nod his head and get up, and took a seat near Rukia.

"Hey, Rukia…"

"Yes, Ichigo?"

He looked around to see if anyone was watching. No one…

"Now that we're alone, I can finally talk to you…"

Her eyes widened. Was he going to…? But she didn't know… Hadn't she been wondering? Was this… A good thing…?

"I… was wondering…"

Continue…!

"If you…"

Come on…!

"Could help me spite your brother."

"…"

"Rukia?"

"…"

"Ummm… Rukia?"

"…"

"YOU MORON!" She screamed, slamming him on the head with her fist. "DON'T SET THE MOOD SO PERFECTLY JUST TO RUIN IT!!!"

"set the mood?" Ichigo questioned. "But I was just wondering if you would help-,"

"No, Ichigo. I won't help you spite my brother."

She got up and left the room angrily.

Ichigo couldn't help but watch her retreating form as she passed back through the broken shoji door.

He sighed.

How in the world was this supposed to work?

Alright, that's done! And now, to the begging stage…

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