Standard disclaimer applies.
Author's notes: This one is weird, a lot. But weird is good sometimes, I think. ((sweatdrops)) Poor Ichigo, I make him suffer so much... Anyway, I promise next week I'll give you some IchiRuki sap. I'm working on it as I speak, and the draft is coming along smoothly. And I think they even aren't OOC at all. ((smiles triumphantly)) But you'll judge that next time, ne? See you around, and thanks for your reviews!
Patience is a Virtue
18.07.2005
Patience, he admits, is not his strongest point. Self-control isn't one either. But God, she is making this on purpose… She knows how many of his willpower it is taking him not to make a sound, not to growl a protest at her, or not to brush her off. And the bitch even dares to smile at him so cunningly.
Damn her.
"Now, now, Ichigo," she teases with that sweet tone that she knows he detests so much and her small fingers trail his neck, "you should be a good boy and keep quiet as you promised." Rukia laughs heartily soon after as he directs his deathliest glare to her, which has done nothing to intimidate her whilst it would have any other crying for their mothers. She has grown a rather impressive defense against his trademark glares.
"Rukia," he hisses at last, when he can't take it any longer, contempt laced clearly in his harsh voice, "Unbind me, now."
Said girl is startled when he speaks, yet there's a smirk quickly stretching over her small lips. "Ah, I see you've failed to keep your promise of silence." Her tone is that of disappointment, but her glee is still evident, shining in her blue eyes. "I guess I shall give you some punishment for it. Like we've established on earlier, right?"
"Rukia!" His eyes widen, barely believing the situation he is currently locked up in and the look of utter satisfaction in her features as she comes closer.
He struggles with the ropes that tie him to the chair, but the binds around his hands are stronger than he expects. Under normal circumstances, Ichigo would have run away already, even with the chair attached to his body, but Rukia has thought ahead of him, blocking the door with his bed and locking the window. Now then, trying to break free from the ropes with only his brute strength would only hurt his wrists further. He is a fifteen-year-old, not Superman, after all. Crashing against the window with a head butt and flying through it wasn't a very sane idea either… until now.
She smiles at him rather cheekily, raking his hair while she does. "You willingly agreed to my request and allowed me to do anything I wanted, remember, Ichigo?" The raven-haired woman snickers lightly as the soft touch of the brush stroking his cheek makes the tiny hairs of his neck rise. "Or do you want me to publish those pictures of you in the bathroom?"
He shudders at that thought; and yet, it causes him to grit his teeth harder and clench his jaw. "Damn, Rukia, stop!" Ichigo's frown deepens. 'Like hell I agreed willingly!'
"Ichigo, stop moving!" she scolds, then slaps him slightly. "Really Ichigo, that scowl on your face doesn't look nice. It isn't helping at all!"
She draws back the brush from his flushed face and stands back to admire her artwork. "So this means make-up truly can't quite make miracles," the female shinigami grimaces, shaking her head sadly. Sighing, Rukia goes for the door, moves the bed just enough to let her open it and let herself out, and with a last, long look at him, she grins once again.
Rukia takes a step back, shrugging as she does. "Payback is a bitch, isn't it, Ichigo?"
And the door closes as she leaves Ichigo still tied to the chair, with red full lips, thick eyelashes, purple eye-shadow, and a bit more blush than necessary. Oh, Chad would have been surprised with this one particular sight.
"Rukia!"
END
"What is this make-up all the girls talk about, Ichigo?" Rukia flipped through the magazine she had snatched from one of the girls in their class. Her gaze landed curiously on a caked-up model in an article that read 'What not to do…' but her attention was caught by his uninterested response.
"Just some… stuff… It helps women look pretty." Ichigo looked down at her from his place in his bed. He smirked suddenly, a light of mirth she had never seen before twinkling in his eyes. "Although, I doubt it'll help someone like you much…"
Oh, there was hell to pay…