1Bon Jour! ^_^ I am currently in France visiting my cousin, but luckily I brought my laptop and I can still write my precious story to you guys!
Warnings: Swearing, OOC, flaming on Orihime, and violence
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately do not own the almighty series Bleach. Damn it!
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Chapter 3: Crazy Ass Fans and Coffee
Rukia P.O.V
I raised my head from the pillow, groggily rubbing my eyes. My eyes roamed over to my digital Chappy clock that read it was 10:30. I sighed, another boring, ordinary Saturday. I jumped out of my plush bed and dragged myself towards the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, I came out to the marble top kitchen, brewing a nice hot cup of coffee for myself. I placed my palm under my chin and sighed.
Honestly, I'm a 23 year-old woman who has nothing to do but sit in her kitchen and let the day slip by. ...I wonder what Ichigo's doing right now? I fished out my cellphone and dialed his number, hoping he would answer. When someone on the other end picked up, I heard a husky voice sigh before answering.
"Hello?" Ichigo answered in a irritated tone. I gulped, I felt bad for calling him when he was busy.
"H-Hello Kurosaki-san, sorry to call. Are you busy right now?" I asked nervously.
"Rukia? Oh, sorry about that, I thought you were somebody else calling. And no, I was just sleeping." he replied and yawned. My mind drifted and I wondered where he lived, and I imagined a shirtless Ichigo answering the phone...I shook my head my face turning red.
"Oh, sorry about that. But since I was calling, would you like to go out with me to get some coffee?" I asked with my cheeks stained pink. I heard silence on the other end, until I heard a chuckle that made me knees go weak.
"Sure, I'll see you later Rukia." I beamed, and hung up, running to my room to get dressed. Kami, what should I wear? After looking through for forty-five minutes, I decided to wear a lavender tank top that has a white ribbon on the middle chest area, and dark jeans, with a white jacket over the tank top. I put my hair into two little pigtails and slipped on my white flats and closed the door behind me, my Chappy key chain jingling as I skipped toward my car.
At the Coffee House...
I swung the coffee shop's door open, as usual, it was bustling with people. My eyes wandered, but I didn't spot the usual patch of orange hair that I loved. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed my arms, I gasped, about to slap the pervert away, but my eyes caught beautiful chocolate brown, and I stopped struggling.
"I-Ichi-" my mouth was covered by his other hand. He shook and his head, mouthing what looked like 'follow me', so I followed him as he dragged me towards a table near the window. When we sat down, he released me, and sighed. I blinked.
"What's with the disguise?" I asked as I looked at him. His usual orange hair was now black, his eyebrows were black as well, and he wore glasses. He wore a grey dress shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned, and a pair of black silk dress pants with black Italian leather shoes and a white gold wristwatch. He looked like a lazy businessman, a stark contrast to the stylish man I first met.
"I'm supposed to be incognito, after all my face and hair stand out. Don't want our date to be interrupted right?" He smirks. I giggle, making him draw back and give me a confused look.
"And that is funny to you how?" he asked with a questioning brow.
"Well, you look so different from before that's all. And are those glasses real?" I answered, pointing at the glasses that was softly placed on his nose.
"They are actually, I need them when I read." he sighed as he adjusted them.
"...And the hair?" I asked with a raised brow.
"Temporary hair dye. It'll wash out by tonight, so don't need to worry about missing my regular hair." he smirks when I blush. I pout, and scoff, hoping I looked somewhat annoyed.
"Please, don't flatter yourself baka." I smiled. Ichigo raised an eyebrow, but his face turned into a smirk.
"Right, cause you already do that midget." he smiled, I fumed.
"I told you, I'm petite not a midget you stupid orange haired freak!" I hissed quietly, making sure other people couldn't hear. Ichigo feigned fake hurt, giving me puppy dog eyes.
"That hurts Rukia, especially since you were the one who invited me here. Now what kind of hostess are you?" he grinned when my face fell.
"Oh. Well I guess your right about that.." I was rudely interrupted when Ichigo's phone rang. Ichigo growled, and took out his phone and answered.
"What the hell do you want?" he spat venomously. I flinched just a little when I heard him sound like that. Although it seems the person on the other end didn't seem fazed, in fact, I think he chuckled. The sound made me feel cold all over, a total different feeling when Ichigo calls me, his voice is soothing and warming, like a melody.
"Is that any way to address your uncle?" the voice said monotonously. Ichigo's eyebrows furrowed, his handsome face contorted into a cold glare.
"Hello Aizen." he spat at the name with extra venom.
"That's better. Anyways, I need to talk to you later this evening, come over to my mansion at eight. That is all, see you later, my dear nephew." the strange man hung up at that, and Ichigo furiously closed his phone, rubbing his temples.
"Sorry to intrude in your fuming, but if I may ask, who was that?" I asked, curious.
"He's a annoying asshole of a man, but he's also my uncle. He's Aizen Sosuke." my eyes widened. The Aizen Sosuke? Aizen is known for his warm demeanor, but inside he's a cruel, cold greedy businessman. He owns chains all across Japan and some in America, he was a tycoon, and had many homes in North Korea, South Korea, Hokkaido, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Singapore and some American countries as well. My brother loathed him.
"Oh I see, he does sound like one when you think of it." I said as I put a finger to my chin. Ichigo chuckled.
"Yeah, tell me about it. Try living with him half of your child years, it's pure fun." he said sarcastically.
"Yeah.." I giggled, but I blinked when I noticed something.
"Hey Ichigo?" I called.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"Where's the coffee?"
"..."
After that silence, we both laughed. Spending time with him is great, I wish it could be like this everyday...
Next day...
I sigh when I land on the couch exhausted after a long day at the gym. I glanced over at my photos and smiled. They were all from when I traveled to Hokkaido and Tokyo, Mount Fuji, Tokyo tower... Sigh..I had so much free time back then.. My peaceful thought were interrupted though when my phone rang. I picked it up to find Ichigo's number calling me.
"Hello?" I answer with an uneasy tone. For some bad reason, I felt an ominous feeling when I answered.
"H-Hey Rukia, sorry I can't come tomorrow for the photo shoot. I-" he was disrupted by a shrill scream of...a crowd of girls?
What the fuck?
"KUROSAKI-KUN! ICHIGO-SAMA! WAIT! MARRY ME ICHIGO-SAMA! ICHIGO-DONO!" tons of girls were screaming at once. I sweat dropped.
"Let me guess...fangirls?" I asked with an exasperated sigh. In the background I could hear girls screaming disgusting and perverse things to Ichigo. I cringed, it must be torture to be in his shoes.
"Yeah...and I probably can't make it to the photo shoot because it's my mothers' birthday tomorrow. See ya later Rukia." then he hung up without me saying goodbye. I was left with my mouth agape the whole time. Finally after what felt like forever, I got my voice back.
"What the fuck?" was all I could manage to say. My phone rang again, but disappointment washed over me when I saw Momos' number.
"Hello." I answered monotonously.
"Hey Rukia-chan! What's up?" Momo replied happily.
"Hey Momo, nothing much. How's your mother?" I asked politely.
"She's doing much better, thanks to that doctor! Thanks for asking though Rukia-chan! I heard that your were able to take pictures for the new Vizards collection. So tell me, were the models gorgeous beyond words?" she squealed.
Oh they definitely were, especially a tall, slim, sexy orange-haired model named Ichigo Kurosaki.
"I guess. Well Momo, I need to fix up some photos for this month's issue, so I gotta go. See ya." I lied.
"Sure! See ya later Rukia-chan!" with that Momo hung up. I sighed.
Being in love with a famous model was going to be difficult. But it was worth it.
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