Coffee Effect
Summary: He was a handsome but very grumpy waiter. She was a young aspiring author. They were a pair of young adults who longed for someone special.
Characters: Toshiro Hitsugaya and Rukia Kuchiki
Rating: T
Genre: Romance and Humor
Author: Yukinax
"Tell me about the other customers."
His back was turned from her, helping to hide his amused expression.
"What do you want to know?"
A pause. When she spoke again her voice was soft.
"Everything you know."
It was the third day she had come to his small cafe. The dark haired girl often took the seat closest to the window. Today she had her laptop with her, a small white thing with numerous rabbit stickers gracing its cover. Some days she would be typing furiously, others her laptop wouldn't even be turned on and she would gaze out the window. What an odd girl. Toshiro thought smirking.
"Everything, huh?" He replied, wiping down a table with a rag.
She nodded furiously, pointing to a couple sitting on the other side of the cafe, "That one first."
The white haired man glanced at the couple before sighing tiredly.
"That's Orihime Inoue and Ulquiorra Cifer. "
"U...Ulquira?"
"Ul-qui-or-ra," he repeated the name again, slower as if he was talking to a small child.
She scowled and puffed up her cheeks, resembling a chipmunk.
"What else do you know about them?" She asked curiously.
"She's an airhead who only has her breasts going for her and he's a dick with something so far up his ass I'm surprised he's not dead."
Rukia spluttered and some of her hot chocalate ended up on her shirt. The peope they were talking about looked over to see what all the noise was about.
"Y-you shouldn't say stuff like that about people!" She hurriedly wiped at her shirt and a look of horror made its way onto her face when the stain spreaded even more.
He looked at her as if she was some kind of idiot.
"I was kidding." That was a lie. Toshiro Hitsugaya never kids.
"That was mean."
"Only an imbecile would get angry after listening to someone insulting a stranger."
She glared at him and he threw a taunting look back at her. Before he knew it, she had thrown her drink at his back. The man was lucky that the drink had already cooled. He turned around to face her, his clothes soaked with the sweet liquid but she was already making her way towards the door. Before she was about to leave she gave him an enraged look and an inappropriate hand gesture.
Rukia felt insulted as she clutched her coat around her tighter, stomping through the snow furiously. How dare that man insult a person so freely? She growled, frightening several people who happened to be walking past the angry midget. After she had taken the time to visit the cafe on her day off!
"Fucking...bastard...deserve...die...," the younger Kuchiki was so busy muttering to herself that she barely noticed how close she was to walking into a pole. She froze and glared at the pole, daring it to stay where it was. She finally realized what she was doing and clasped a hand to her forehead.
"I must be going mad..."
"You are."
And there he was, standing in all his glory, Toshiro Hitsugaya. He held out a yellow patterned scarf in his gloved hands. Rukia absentmindly admired his choice of clothes. A dark coat, faded blue jeans and a simple white shirt. He didn't seem to mind the freezing wind and to be honest, neither did she.
"What are you doing here?" Her chest rose and fell dramatically as if she had just been running. The petite girl's face was flushed but her eyes were dark.
"You can't even recognize your own scarf? I guess I'll keep it then." The white haired man turned and slung the scarf lazily over his shoulder.
"N-no! Give it back!" The words that came out of her mouth were unoriginal but she didn't care. This man was infuriating! First he insults her, then he refuses to return her possessions!
Extremely ticked off, Rukia let out a feral snarl and pounced the unsuspecting man.
Sneeze.
"...I hate you."
Sneeze.
"The feeling's mutual."
The two height challenged people sat across from each other infront of the roaring fireplace in the empty cafe. Rukia sneezed again, giving her the perfect reason to scowl at the man responsible for her current state. Sure, she was the one who started attacking him in the middle of a snowstorm (Okay, she was exaggerating, the snow wasn't that bad.) but he was the one who wouldn't give up possession of her scarf. That scarf was given to her by a good friend. Who promised a slow and painful death to the person responsible for the dissapearance of the item.
"Fuck it. I'm going home." She stood up only to have a pillow thrown at her.
"You can't," He shot back, clearly annoyed.
"Why can't I?" The girl picked up the abandoned scarf that was lying on a table.
Sneeze. "Because we're snowed in."
"Psh, you're just trying to scare me."
Rukia waved her pale hand at the window, "See? No sn-"
Fuck my life.
He handed her a steaming cup of tea which she sipped carefully, keeping in mind what happened the last time she gulped down a hot drink.
"Thanks," she murmered, a slightly dazed look appearing on her face. Sneeze.
"Don't mention it." He settled into the plush armchair and started to sip at his own drink.
It was already two in the afternoon. Rukia had arrived at the cafe early in the morning. She cast a hopeful look outside only to see white. She wondered if anyone was looking for her. At least she didn't have work today so Moriyama-san couldn't bitch at her. Sneeze.
Suddenly, the theme song for Chappy and Friends started playing. It was loud and echoed around the room. Toshiro cringed while Rukia smiled brightly. That theme song always cheered her up.
"Chappy Chappy Chappy~ Oh she's a happy chappy~ Together with her friends~ They'll be together till the end~ If you call for help~ She'll come, flying~"
Toshiro placed his face in his hands at the band pun and continued to wonder what the hell Rukia was on. What the hell?! The last two lines didn't even rhyme! Never mind that, what's a grown woman doing watching Chappy and Friends?!
"Moshi moshi."
The man watched as the girl's face slowly changed from surprise to confusion.
"Nii-sama? What's going on? You never call me," her voice dropped so low that Toshiro had trouble deciphering the last phrase.
The Kuchiki got up, all her attention on the phone and quickly excused herself with a 'where's the bathroom'. Toshiro pointed to one of the two oak doors. She thanked him and walked in, her eyes clouded and a troubled expression on her face. The teal eyed man was left alone to gather his thoughts.
"Nii-sama?"
A/N Well, the end to this crappy chapter. I tried using less Japanese words and...please don't ask about the Chappy thing. I made up 'Chappy and Friends' though, I wouldn't mind actually seeing it ^.~. I'm so sorry it took me so long to update this chapter. I had a lot of trouble writing this chapter. This is actually the third attempt. So, I'm typing this up on my otouto's laptop. Which doesn't have Microsoft Office Word. So, there's probably a lot of spelling mistakes. I tried my best to fix up any I found. Uhm, thanks for reading this far ^^ I love getting reviews but I'm not going to ask for them. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I mean Bleach. Or Rukia-nee. Or Toshi-nii. Or McDonalds. Or Starbucks.
Vocabulary:
Moshi moshi: Greeting used when answering the phone.
Nii-sama: Respected older brother.