Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters.
Only In Writing
"What are you writing, Ichigo?"
Ichigo's eyes widened as he turned around to see Rukia, chewing on an apple and trying to see around him and at the paper he was writing. He quickly covered it and glared at her. She frowned, chewing on a rather hard piece of her apple and then spit it out, saying,
"God, what do they put in these apples?"
"That's the core, baka. You don't eat it," Ichigo said, eying the small bit of already-been-chewed apple core now decorating his carpet.
"Oh. So, what are you writing?" Rukia asked again, avoiding the core as she continued to chew on her apple.
Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"Nothing. Go away."
"Why?"
"Because, I told you to. Out of my room," he said, motioning with his hand for her to leave. She shook her head.
"I can't. Your family is downstairs."
Ichigo groaned, rolling his head back and staring at the ceiling.
"Fine then, go to your closet."
Since when had it become her closet? he wondered.
Rukia stuck her tongue out at him but soon climbed into her closet, closing the door part-way behind her. There was two loud screeches that followed; Rukia's and then Kon's. The latter of the two flew out of the closet at full force and was followed by Rukia's shrill voice.
"And stay out, you perverted little ball of fluff!"
Ichigo bit back a laugh as he watched Kon struggle to his fluffy little feet and crawl into a corner, whimpering about how Ichigo had corrupted his little Nee-san.
He shook his head and uncovered what he was writing; it was a poem. An assignment from his English class, for being late. He had been forced to write either a poem focused around the people he loved most, or around nature. And he had never been one for nature, because the teacher had said he would write about rain. So he had chosen the other option.
And he would never let her see it.
Because his love for her was only in writing.
Yes, I am aware it was TINY. But that was what I wrote, so live with it. (Smiles)
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