Offer Up Thy Soul
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behind this mask I live
and behind this mask I die
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Kuchiki Rukia sipped on her latte macchiato, purple eyes watching the man in front of her closely as he stirred in his espresso. "Why did you-"
"You know, your hair is kinda weird."
Rukia blinked. "Huh?"
Ichigo raised his gaze to look at her with his fluorescent golden eyes. "Where I live people don't have black hair... well, aside from my little sister who dyes hers... and my dad, but he's just strange like that."
They stared at each other for a little while, until Rukia burst out laughing, almost spilling her latte. "Y-you're... you can't be serious!"
The young man frowned, a light blush marring his features as he leaned forward. "S-stop... stop laughing! I'm being serious! I've seen blond hair... I've seen pink hair, all natural, but black hair is just weird!"
Tears started running down the girl's cheeks, almost choking on her laughter. "You... you just can't be serious! This is Japan! Everyone has black hair!"
"On the fair they didn't..." The frown deepened as he took a sip from his espresso, sinking back in his seat.
"Because they were wearing wigs, dimwit."
The blush on his darkened, and his amber eyes glared at the still giggling woman. "Well, at least I'm not a twerp."
The giggling ceased and the black-haired woman was now staring blankly at him, eyes gleaming angrily. "Ever thought that you are just too tall?"
Ichigo snorted before taking a large gulp from his espresso. "No, in fact, where I live I'm pretty short in comparison..."
"Where the fuck do you live, then?"
"Ne-" Ichigo cut himself off before he spilled too much. He couldn't very well tell her he was from another planet, now, could he?
She'd probably laugh at him and then walk off, leaving him to arrange his funeral all alone.
Rukia raised an eyebrow, waiting. "Well?"
The Kurosaki sighed. There goes nothing. "What do you care?"
"I just do," she growled, giving him an icy glare.
Why can't she be as ditzy and airheaded as the girls my age? They're easier to handle! Not to mention I had to get stuck with a girl that has no legs and apparently no ass either... goddamn it!
"Then stop."
"Don't wanna."
"Do."
"Don't."
"Do."
"Don't."
"Do."
"Don't."
Their faces had gotten closer as they bickered playfully, eyes shining brightly as they suppressed their grins. Now, as their faces were only a mere inch away from each other, their voices lowered, and blushes marred their cheeks.
Just maybe...
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A shiver ran up and down Rukia's spine as Ichigo's eyes seemed to glow yellow in the dim light of the cafe, his spicy scent getting a heavy edge to it as it intensified and wafted up her nose. Her heart pounded behind her eyes as a dull ache shot through her body, eyes dulling as her eyelids dropped some. Dozens of hands seemed to grope and tug at her clothing and skin as she was dragged forward, closer to the man in front of her.
"Wha-"
"Kiss me." His voice echoed in her head as her eyes closed, her heart beating wildly as he leaned the rest of the way in, sealing their lips.
Ichigo's brain short-circuited as he tasted her lips with his, his hormones getting the better of him as he raised half-way from his seat, applying more pressure on Rukia's lips, right hand coming up and tangling itself in her hair, dragging her closer.
The Kuchiki gasped, allowing him access to her mouth as he coaxed her tongue into battle with his. Rukia moaned softly, hand slipping on the table and knocking over his drink, splashing the contents on his jeans. She tried to pull away, breathing hard. "Sorry, I-" The human was cut off again by his lips descending on hers. "Doesn't matter."
Someone clearing their throat next to them made them stop. "If you may, you're disturbing our other customers. Continue this somewhere else, please." They stared at the waitress for a short while, before slowly sitting down in their seats again, beet red in the face and not meeting the others gaze.
Ichigo coughed lowly, taking some tissues from the silvery holder on the table and started drying off his wet jeans. Rukia, noticing this, blushed deeper. "Sorry about that."
"It's nothing," he replied curtly, not raising his gaze to meet hers. They were silent again, until Ichigo let out another sigh, looking at her. "Listen, about just now... I don't know what's gotten into me." Liar. "Normally I'm not that... bold..."
"It's fine... it was just as much my fault as yours, really..."
They were silent again, until Ichigo decided to speak up again, in fear he had completely creeped her out. "You know... how about I treat you to lunch tomorrow? It's getting late."
Rukia blinked at him. "Um... sure..."
"Great! I'll meet you here tomorrow at twelve, we can decide on a place to eat then."
What was she getting into?
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Kurosaki Isshin was a very patient man when he wanted to be.
Yes, he was goofy at times, but he didn't tend to get nervous easily.
All the more reason why his nervous pacing around the living room was odd.
Very odd.
"What if he gets himself hurt? God beware if some weird scientist drags him off to some area 50.1... I wouldn't put it past him... I shouldn't have let him visit earth, for god's sake..."
"Could you stop pacing? You're making me ditzy."
The black-haired man stopped to glare at the blonde female. "Shut up! My worries are legitimate, Halibel, and you know that! He almost got himself killed back on his 14th birthday when he picked a fight with that kid from the Saturn rings, after all! Who knows what'll happen on my home planet!"
The busty woman waved him off, sighing. "You're overreacting, Isshin. He can look after himself." Her green eyes gleamed maliciously. "Besides, maybe you'll finally get to know your future daughter-in-law, who knows?"
"That's not funny!"
"Strange, I could have sworn I was laughing just seconds ago," she deadpanned, unnerving the man further.
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Alien AUs always sound so silly when they talk about the planets they come from... god, I feel ridiculous...
