Awesome: WICKED! SHE'S COMING YOUR WAY!CATCH HER!
Wicked: *jumps on Lemony's back*
Lemony: OUCH! WHORE MONGERS! HAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAA!
Awesome&Wicked: Damn Starbucks! *puts ipod on Lemony*
The rest of the day seemed like a complete blurr to Rukia. She was still wondering about what the hell Mr. Ichimaru said to her. He said she smelled delicious…well, that wasn't so wrong…was it? Teacher's are allowed to complement their students…right? Maybe he was just teasing her or something, or maybe he was just being weird like everyone said he'd be. Rukia didn't know, but one thing was for certain, she wasn't looking forward to school tomorrow (hell, does anyone look forward to school, anyway?).
It was only Monday and it was going to be a loooong week.
After school the younger Kuchiki didn't feel like hanging out with friends like she normally would when she didn't have volleyball practice. Instead she went straight home simply wanting to hit the sack. While driving she found herself thinking,
"Am I crazy? No, no…is he crazy…yeah maybe…"
When she arrived home she went straight to her Nii-sama's office. This was regular routine for them, Rukia would have to tell Byakuya about her day. It was something they'd been doing since the Kuchiki family formally adopted her. This was the elder Kuchiki's way of checking in with his kid sister, you know, to make sure nothing was bothering her.
Rukia sighed then knocked on the closed door,
"Come in." Her brother's cold voice sounded, the raven-haired girl opened the door and was greeted with the usual image of Byakuya sitting behind his dark oak wood desk, knee-deep in paperwork. His office was dimly lit, with books lining the walls from corner to corner, it always smelled like pen ink because no matter what her Nii-sama was always filling out papers.
"Good afternoon, Nii-sama." Rukia said respectfully taking her usual seat in the velvet leather arm chair across from Byakuya's desk.
"How was your day?" He continued not looking up from his work, Rukia swallowed.
"Fine." She answered shortly, Byakuya's cold grey eyes cut to his sister. There was something in her voice that didn't sound right…
"Are you sure?" The elder Kuchiki said furrowing his eyebrows, "Do not lie to me, Rukia."
Rukia blanched, "I'm sure Nii-sama…"
"Nothing you wish to talk about?"
"No."
Byakuya kept his steely eyes locked on his sister. She was lying, he could see it in her face and hear it in her voice.
Something wasn't right here.
"Your teacher called, a Mr. Ichimaru," He continued, Rukia froze in the chair.
Oh shit...what the hell did he want?
"He says you were transferred to his class."
The younger Kuchiki stayed silent. A person might have thought she was dead with the way she was just sitting there, motionless, staring blindly at her older brother. Rukia didn't know why she felt so guilty, but the feeling was there and it was driving her up the wall! She hadn't done anything wrong, but still, part of her felt...well...dirty...
"Apparently, Mr. Ukitake's class was too easy for you. I'm very proud of your achievement Rukia, hopefully his class will be more challenging for you." Byakuya finished, Rukia let a breath she didn't know she was holding. Somehow, her brother had a way of making good news sound like you were getting in trouble. Rukia figured it was his cold tone and icy expression (it wouldn't kill him to smile every once in a while). Just when she thought she was in the clear, Byakuya asked,
"Are you sure there is nothing you wish to talk about, Rukia?"
Rukia shook her head no and avoided his eyes. She really didn't want to tell him about her encounter with her new math teacher, it would cause problems and Rukia always hated drama, more importantly, she didn't want to be the center of it. And then, she didn't know what Mr. Ichimaru's intentions were, perhaps he could have been joking, if that was true Rukia would have made something more complicated than what it was. See, you can't go jumping to conclusions.
Byakuya studied his sister for a moment longer. "You may go, Rukia."
~Sometime Later~
Rukia didn't sleep much that night. She lie in her canopy bed, staring idly at her alarm clock. Time was moving fast, the numbers on the clock were moving quicker than Road Runner for goodness sakes. It felt she was awaiting execution…
Then it was 7 o'clock. Time for any day of school.
Now her day being boring was the least of her worries.
Once again she went about her morning as usual, in a sort of daze. Everything was dim around her, numbness had taken over her brain.
Before she knew it, she was leaning on her locker waiting for Renji to walk her to the class she dreaded…and not because it was math. The tattooed teen approached her from behind and wrapped his arms possessively around her waist.
"Good morning, sunshine." He said, Rukia giggled.
"Morning Renji," She said turning and kissing him lightly, he sighed contently. He always enjoyed her kisses in the morning, it was like Starbucks (Lemony: HA!). Like usual, he took her hand gently and walked her to class. But things were different this morning, Renji had to take Rukia the opposite way down the hall to her new class.
They stood outside the open door, Rukia was a few minutes early for class. A set of midnight blue eyes slid over to the class room to see Mr. Ichimaru sitting behind his desk, smirking at both of them through the open door. Renji dove in for another kiss but Rukia turned her head to the side. The red-haired boy's eyes went wide, Rukia never denied his kisses... Something was wrong in the Universe!
"Rukia? You ok?" He asked studying her face, he saw that her eyes were locked on the freaky teacher, being quiet, just staring at them from inside the classroom.
"I-I'm fine, Renji," She said softly, the bell rang loudly before she could tell him why she didn't want to kiss him. Renji stole a kiss anyway and took off down the hallway right as Rukia was about to punch him in the stomach for being sneaky! But hey, that was Renji.
Rukia walked into the classroom looking down at her feet trying her hardest to stop her face from turning bright red. Yeah right, she looked like a cherry flavored Skittle!
"Rukia…" The silver-haired teacher purred, "You have detention…"
"For what?" Rukia demanded, the fox-faced man's smirk stretched, taking up most of his angular face.
"For Public Display's of Affection. You know that's against the rules," He hummed thoroughly enjoying teasing her, Rukia sighed. There was no arguing with that, it was written in black and white in her student handbook.
"Do you like him?" He suddenly asked, Rukia just blinked at the silver-haired mystery.
"Well, he is my boyfriend…" She replied, a low chuckled echo across the room.
"Do you fuck him?"
Rukia nearly had a conniption fit. What kind of question was that? Were teacher's allowed to ask that? Wait a hot second! Were teacher's allowed to cuss?
"Answer me."
Thank Jesus in heaven schools had bells! The younger Kuchiki took a deep breath and plopped down in her seat. Class was…well, not normal, but quiet as always. The students didn't do anything but work in their booklets the entire time. Advanced Calculus wasn't as hard as it sounds, it was just a matter of memorizing the complicated-ass symbols. Rukia was done with her worksheet in record time. Then the bell rang and everyone was running to hand in their work and get the fuck out!
"Rukia…" Mr. Ichimaru purred just as she was halfway out of the door, "Remember, you have detention today. I do not tolerate tardiness or absents. You'll lose participation points if you choose not to show up."
"But…But I have volleyball practice today!" Rukia whined pitifully, "I'm the team captain! I can't miss practice!"
Mr. Ichimaru stood and his smirk was finally at its full glory, "Well little miss team captain, maybe you should be more careful about who you kiss…"
Here his voice took on a dangerous ring, "Especially in front of me."
Rukia didn't know how to respond to that. Hell, she couldn't respond if she tried, the room was spinning. If she didn't out of there quick most likely she'd pass the hell out. With wobbling legs she walked to her next class.
~Later on~
Once again, the day seemed like a complete blur. But here she was, at the end of the school day, waiting outside Mr. Ichimaru's classroom about to serve her detention…
Lemony: O_O…Oooohhh…music goooooddddd…DON'T BE JEALOUS OF MY BOOGIE! *dances in the corner*
Wicked&Awesome: *huffs* *high five's each other* Team work!
Awesome: *plops down on couch* We finally caught the little bastard…
Wicked: *sits next to Awesome* She is not allowed to have anymore Starbucks…ever again!
Lemony: That reminds me, readers this story is nothing but senseless smut. There is NO plot whatsoever, now if you'll excuse me I have a Starbucks high to dance off…DO DA STANKY LEG! Heyyyyyyy, I just got an idea! I'm going to combine the Stanky Leg and the Cat Daddy and call it…The Lemony! MWHAHAHA! DO THE LEMONY! DO THE LEMONY *dances like a complete and utter idiot* I gotta stop drinking coffee XD…REVIEW!