Sonata for the Death and the Strawberry
Atagoki: No particular warnings. No particular notes. Actually, I'll be adding my witty disclaimers. Note I was writing this while listening to the Bleach OST.
Disclaimer: Baka, the only thing I own is...nothing. Shit.
Chapter 4:
"Why do we have to make a model of Mount Fujiyama?" Rukia whined, placing her head in her hands while lying on the bed.
"Because you said you wanted to work with me. And I need a good science grade. Now, there are lots of ways to get it to erupt...Dad says that they do the baking soda and vinegar in America all the time...let's see what else..."
Rukia popped a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth and grabbed her can of soda, sipping it carelessly. She yawned and then rolled over on her back and rested on leg on the other and began reading a manga.
"Are you going to help me even?"
"Not particularly. I was going to ask Inoue to work with me since Arisawa asked Ishida because she was failing and she needed a good grade and Inoue makes kick ass projects and grades...but you forced me to work with you against my will so--"
"Damn it, do you ever shut the fuck up?" he interrupted harshly.
Rukia made a face, then took her soda and sloshed it forward, spilling some of it's contents on Ichigo.
"Oi! What the hell?" Ichigo screeched, tying to stop the sticky liquid from ruining his project.
She snickered, then put some more popcorn in her mouth. Ichigo went downstairs, storming angrily. Rukia shrugged and continued reading her manga until she heard the door creak open and Ichigo stood there, looking freshly showered with a pack of Mentos and a Coke. "Don't touch these. When we mix them, it'll cause the eruption." he growled, then left the room.
Rukia crossed her arms. "Don't touch these." she mimicked. "As if I'm a mere child with a low intelligence." She refused to tell him that because he'd point out her exam scores for the school if she did. Her violet eyes darted over to the bottle of carbonated drink and the pack of mints. She'd touch them if she damn well pleased it. Her fingers touched the bottle and mints. It felt good to disobey that idiot.
Her fingers snatched up the candy mints and she popped one in her mouth. She quickly spit it out. It tasted funny to her. Rukia cursed and threw it on the ground. "Stupid American candy." She wouldn't mix them. Oh, no. Ichigo would kill her then. But temptation was greater than her.
She opened the bottle of soda and placed it near the door, away from her and peeled the wrapper and grabbed a hand full of mint candies. But she couldn't drop them all at once...
Rukia searched through the closet and bathroom for a large jar, to which she found. She poured the soda in there and then put it near the door. The door handle jiggled open and someone entered. The unfamiliar sense of fear overtook her and she dropped the candy quickly. WOOSH!
A huge fizz of candy and soda erupted, overtaking both the intruder (which turned out to be none other than Ichigo himself) and Rukia.
Both unexpecting the event, lurched forward and became drenched. His feet went out from under him in an fury as he slid across the floor. Rukia leaned backward, Ichigo leaned forward. Her hands went behind her to brace her fall, as Ichigo's went forward to brace his own. Eyes closed; crash positions assumed; everything but the unexpected expected.
A muffled cry came from lips. In fact, both sets. Eyes opened. Flesh tingled. A set of small hands forced broad shoulders off their owner's body. "Get your perverted lips off my cheek, Ichigo you disgusting bastard!"
Atagoki: Hah. Y'all know you were waiting for it. :D And I gave it to you. But I put a different twist on it especially with the kiss on the cheek. Now, let me cover my Cuban ass at this point.
For one, I do not know if they have Mentos in Japan. Sorry if they don't. Next, I don't know if they do the classic American volcano projects. If they don't, sorry again. Finally, Mentos+Coke makes an explosion. Seriously, go try it. Just make sure mom and dad aren't home and you're wearing old clothing. That's my warning. Until next time.