V. Daydreamer


I got fired from Starbucks today.

It didn't really bother me though.

I wouldn't miss all of the grumpy and bitchy people in the morning that accused me of messing up their damn order when they actually just forgot it.

I'd only miss Kimi: the nicest girl alive.

Even when people yelled at her she never yelled back like I did. She just calmly redid their order and smiled.

When I was leaving she cried. I felt sorry for her so I hugged her and told her I'd drop in as often as I could and sit around like an indecisive customer. So she laughed, sniffed, smiled, and hugged me again.

As I walked to my bike I could already tell and feel that today wasn't going to be a good day.

Actually, it never started out to be a good day anyway.

I looked up to find rain clouds forming, the sky becoming darker.

I sighed as I mounted my bike and began pedaling.

Within the first ten minutes a hard, cold raindrop landed on my cheek.

And then I felt a raindrop on the top of my head.

Before I came home it started pouring.

Angrily I walked up the small, cramped staircase that led to my apartment and tried to find the keys in my pocket.

I opened the door and wanted to cry.

There was playboy Ichigo, making out with a girl on yet again my couch.

He looked up at me like a deer in the headlights and hopped off of the girl.

I'm such a crybaby. It wasn't that bad, you know, seeing the guy you might like-slash-love make out with some girl with her top off. It was kind of worse.

"R-Rukia? What are you doing here? I thought you were at work." Ichigo asked, pulling down his shirt and smoothing out the wrinkles on his pants.

I tried to force a smile but instead let out a weird strangled painful forced laugh. "Aha, n-nothing. I uh…" My eyes wandered to the girl that I had no idea was, who was trying to cover herself with a pillow.

I knew it.

This day was about as terrible as when my bunny died. Maybe even worse, but now I have to clean my cushions again.

I looked back at Ichigo who looked completely confused and dumbfounded. "I…just forgot something here. I… uh… it's okay, I'll get it later." I said, turning my back and shutting the door.

It took all I had not to cry on the spot and after I shut the door.

Feeling dizzy, I sat on a step that was in the middle of the staircase.

My head fell into my hands and I couldn't help but cry.

"Who was she?" Asked the topless girl on my couch from the other side of the door.

Even on the stairs I could still hear them speak.

That, or I was just listening and everything around me was too quiet.

I got up and walked down the stairs before I could hear Ichigo's response to her about me.

Sadly, Ichigo didn't come after me.

Ichigo was right.

I am a moody person.

One minute I was completely depressed and now I was angry.

I was more or so angry with myself.

Ichigo didn't need to stop doing whatever he was doing with his love life because of me.

Any normal healthy testosterone filled attractive man wouldn't do that right?

Even if I was right, I couldn't deny that it hurt.

I had only seen Ichigo make out with women a few times, but that was because I accidentally walked in on him, and that was when I didn't like him in the way I like him now.

I got up from the bench I was sitting on started walking to nowhere.

Yes, I was aware that the entire backside of my body was damper than the front side of my body was, and people could probably see the outline of my bra, but oh well. And yes, I was aware that I was completely soaked in rainwater.

Screw umbrellas.

It was still raining even after the hour and a half that I left the apartment and sat on the bench in the park thinking to myself.

I didn't look up every time someone walked passed me. Instead I counted. Twenty-seven.

Ha, someone even thought I was a homeless person and put a five-dollar bill beside me.

I looked down at the clothes I was wearing and snorted. They weren't that homeless-y.

I just didn't bother to dress well today.

All I wore was just a regular v-neck and some faded sweat pants.

Maybe they just felt bad for me because my eyes were red and I kept sniffing.

"Rukia?" Asked someone behind me as I began walking.

I turned around to find Chad with no umbrella either and his hair covering his eyes completely. You'd think he'd be as blind as a bat with all that hair covering his eyes, but nope, he's got the eyesight of an eagle.

"Chad." I said, showing a small weak smile.

"What are you doing out here?" He inquired in his low somewhat monotone voice.

"Walking." I said, putting a hand through my wet, tangled hair. "You?"

"Same. I went out to go get ice cream but I ended up getting rained on." A tiny, barely noticeable smile was set on his thin lips.

"How wonderful." I said. "It took you about two hours to get ice cream?"

"No, I stopped by the pet shop too." He stated. "So why are you out here walking by yourself?" Chad asked me curiously, walking in step with me.

"I'm not out here by myself, I'm with you aren't I? And well…" There was a pause and I decided on whether or not I should tell Chad what happened. What the hell, might as well. "I uh… caught Ichigo making out with a girl on my couch and well, I kinda uhm… felt funny about it so I decided to go out for a walk. Plus I got fired from my job, haha, isn't that just dandy?"

I couldn't help but give a weak laugh at how stupid it sounded to me.

Chad was silent for a moment and then said, "You like Ichigo, am I right?"

My lip was beginning to hurt from biting on it so much, and I was trying hard not to cry again. "Not sure in what way you mean..." It was silent for a few moments.

"But possibly."

I got home at eight pm.

Thankful that Chad knocked a little sense into me. Somehow.

I went to Orihime's house after my walk with Chad but decided not to tell her what happened at the apartment.

She'd give me more pity that I didn't need.

Orihime gave me dinner.

Since I wasn't in the mood to make her unhappy, I let her cook one of her wacky meals.

Tatsuki was there too.

I've known Orihime and Tatsuki since I was in seventh grade. They were, and still somewhat are, two of my best friends.

Tatsuki had known Ichigo since her childhood and Orihime met Ichigo in eighth grade.

Even though Orihime had a crush on Ichigo, and still does, she still sticks by me.

I was happy that I had friends that didn't really involve gossip about boys and girls, just friends that let me escape from the things that hurt.

It stopped raining by the time I got home.

For some odd reason, I felt a bit refreshed.

I felt brave enough to walk into my apartment comfortably and not care what Ichigo was doing.

And so that's exactly what I did.

Fumbling with the keys a little, I opened the door and strode in confidently only to find no one home.

That was good though, but then, why was there a tiny pang in my heart?

The apartment was dark and I didn't bother to turn my lights on.

Ichigo calls me an owl because I don't turn the lights on when I get home.

I opened my fridge and grabbed some peanut butter and a spoon and walked to my bedroom, making sure not to trip over a lonesome shoe or slip on the floor with my wet socks.

Tiredly I opened my drawer and changed into some dry clothes.

Like a tiny bunny, I hopped onto my bed, got under the covers, and turned the TV on, putting a spoonful of peanut butter in my mouth.

After a half hour of watching nothing but cartoons, and silently wishing for Ichigo to come home, I slowly drifted to sleep with my half eaten jar of peanut butter in one hand and a spoon in the other.

I'm not sure what time I woke up but it was probably after midnight.

My TV was off and the spoon and peanut butter that were originally in my hands were gone and replaced with a small fluffy beanie bunny.

I smiled softly and went back to sleep.

Alalalalalalala.

So if you think that Ichigo and Rukia's relationship is moving a bit too fast then let me know and I'll put it in slow-mo or somethin'. (even though nothin' much happened in this chapter)

I'm not sure if it is, so yeah, tell meeeeee.

Awww, and I'm sorry for the people who wanted lotsa IchiRuki fluff in this chapter. But hey, there was some at the end right? ….right? kinda...ish.

Anyhow, I promise promise promise all of you that there will be more IchiRuki in the next chapter. For some reason I felt compelled to write this… and... yeah.

And review. That would make me feel so happy and wish to give out oatmeal cookies and colorful lamps. Which I do have many of.

Plus, tell me what you thought of the chapter. I know, I know, it was not my best.

I'd still like to hear what everyone thought.

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