This is a drabble. :D I stuck to the 100 word count! Almost. I'm 10 words over . . . or something like that. But who cares?
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters.
Says Who?
Ichigo sat and glared.
Rukia glared right back.
Neither spoke.
"I won't do it," Ichigo said firmly.
"Says who?" Rukia asked, a slighly evil edge to her voice.
Ten seconds later, Ichigo was on the floor, his arm twisted behind his back as Rukia sat on top of him. They both knew he could have easily won; but this was what always happened.
He never fought her because he didn't want to. He liked their simple routine, and to fight back would break that.
As she smirked, he growled,
"Fine. Give me the stupid juice box and I'll put the straw in, midget."
So he never shatters the simple routine that they follow so they don't have to face reality.
So, what do you think?
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