Standard disclaimer applies.
WARNING! Crack!
Author's notes: ((peeks in)) Hello...? It's been a while, hasn't it? I've been trying to update, but for one reason or the other I haven't been able to. However! I'll try my best so the next update comes around in less than a week. Does that sound good? Anyway, this is just some plotless thing I wrote to cheer up myself, so... it's a bit weird. xP I very much like the idea of marrying Ichigo and Rukia, have you noticed?
P.S. Sarah and Trinity Morgan: Because of you two, I sort of came up with a sequel...? Sarah, really, las cosas que me haces hacer! Y eso que tan sólo necesite el "¿Vas a continuar este capítulo?" xD And Azamiko: Oo;; You know, what you said makes a lot of sense after re-reading. It does sound like Ishida.
Captivity
02.07.2006
Rukia's silver phone starts ringing loudly, causing Ichigo to jerk away from the clinic's paperwork; the tall stack of paper would have tumbled down if he hadn't had his good reflexes. The young man looks at the mobile phone contemptuously, wondering why she would leave it behind when she's gone and more importantly, who'd call her on her off-work days, before answering idly. "Hello?"
"Ichigo?" There is a great deal of noises on the other side of the line, but he is still able to recognize the rich, feminine voice coming out from the phone's receiver. How can he not recognize it when it's been so many years of hearing it? When he has memorized every color and tone it takes when she's mad or happy or feeling blue?
His eyebrows knit together in confusion, but it soon transforms into angry concern. "Rukia?" It's late and she hasn't shown up at home yet, and now she decides to call… to her own cell phone? Ah, that doesn't matter right now. "Where the hell are you?"
"Do not bark at me, I'm not deaf." She replies crossly instead, and the static increases, forcing him to strain his ears to be able to hear her.
"I did not bark, moron!" He feels frustrated, but he can only do as much as grip the phone harder. He clenches his free hand, and mutters, "I asked you, where the hell are you, Rukia?"
"Well, I… you see…" his wife's voice trails off, and he can almost imagine her looking away and her black locks of her falling over her dark blue eyes. "…I, well… Ichigo… I'm being held prisoner for the meantime."
"WHAT?" Ichigo yells at the phone, his eyes wide in shock. Soul Society again? His mind rushes to conclusions before realization hits him. No, that's stupid… very stupid. Rukia is on the phone, after all. And it's been years since that time, it'd make no sense. It's not like Byakuya is planning to come to take his little sister back after all this time. Then what could possibly…? Wait, the hell, no… "Rukia," his voice grows stern and somewhat exasperated, "are you trying to say that you are in jail?"
Rukia pauses and there are more noises on the background, it's not static but voices telling her to hurry up. "I'm going! I'm going!" she hisses, then she's back with him. "Uh… yes."
"WHY are you in jail!" He yells over the cell phone, nostrils flaring. 'That idiot…!'
"I took some chocolates from the store," her voice reduces in volume considerably since she is pouting. He can tell. Nowadays she seemed to think that she could have her way if she did. "I always do and nothing happened before."
Ichigo almost drops the phone. "That's because I PAY for the damned candy, idiot!"
"Oh." Her voice sounds like she's only realized that simple fact just now. "Oh, yeah, I forgot that." She appears to be unaffected, whilst Ichigo feels like pulling his hair out or better yet, teleporting over there and strangling her. "Anyway, darling, could you come and pick me up at the station?" She asks sweetly, and then, in a silent whisper she adds, "There's this guy in here that says he could help me out, though, he says that…"
Sighing, Ichigo ends the conversation and shuts the phone off before letting her finish. Damn, you'd think she would learn a couple of things with time… For sure, that woman of his is not going out by herself again in a long while.