Standard disclaimer applies.
Author's notes: This is just a little drabble that I wrote a long, long time ago and I just got around re-writing and editing today. Things have been hectic, but I haven't forgotten about "Death Butterflies" just yet. I hope you like this little one and thank you very much for the support this collection has received so far!
Sweet
06.02.2007
The two look at each other, face to face and sitting on opposite sides of the kitchen table, almost as if they are in a staring contest. Unwavering brown eyes gaze back at dark blue ones, daringly and challengingly.
"Ichigo…" The young black-haired woman narrows her eyes at him if just a little. A strand of stray hair falls over them, but she doesn't move, only waiting for the a breeze coming from the open window to put it back on place. Her eyes flicker with challenge.
"Rukia…" The boy nods in acknowledgement, well-disguised impatience in his cryptic smirk. He doesn't even blink as she now throws a glare at him.
Her small hand crawls nearer, feeling the split ends of the wooden table under her fingertips. His eyes follow her every movement like a predator, she can even feel them lingering on her hand. Her thin fingers almost shake in anticipation.
"Rukia." Ichigo calls out her name again, warningly, as she gets half-way through. But she pays no attention; it's not like she's ever taken notice of his warnings before. Quite on the contrary, the hint of a teasing glint appears in her eyes.
She is just about to grab her objective and he growls in disagreement. The boy glares back harder, deepening his frown if that is possible, and wordlessly threatens her to go any further. She is so near that she can nearly savor it. And then… almost…
"It's mine!" he shouts. Ichigo launches at her, both hands flaring on the air as she grabs the jelly-filled doughnut and he falls face-first to the table. He jerks back immediately, ignoring his reddened face and hurt nose, and scowls.
"Why you… Rukia, dammit!" he exclaims in a sputter.
"AHA!" She munches on the doughnut. Her hands skills had been much faster than his; at least fast enough that she had been able to take it before he did. The sweet flavor of the jelly fills her mouth, and the soft bread simply melts in her tongue. Really, these people on Earth make so many delicious things.
"That was the last one, you idiot." He argues hotly as she takes a second mouthful. "I wanted to eat one of those. Yuzu got that one for me…"
"Boo-hoo, so sad," She mock-cries at him. She takes the last bite, savoring the filling and the frosting and keeping it as long as she can, engraving the flavor in her memory. "Sorry!" She slowly licks off the jelly from her fingers after plastering a much saccharine grin on her face, one as sweet as the treat she has just eaten and that will surely annoy him to no end.
"Rukia." He looks at her strangely, his eyes not focusing on the now non-existent doughnut nor her eyes anymore.
Rukia looks back at him questioningly as she begins licking her lips now. 'Well, that's strange.' Usually, he'd continue bickering (or else, whining) for a while. Strawberry's glare gets more intense, eyes gleaming dangerously. Hmm… She does not like this. Why does he care so much for a simple doughnut anyway?
"Come on, Ichigo," she begins mildly apologetic, "just stop being a prick. It was just a…"
And then he interrupts her in mid-speech.
Absentmindedly, Rukia guesses that Ichigo really wanted to taste that doughnut, because his lips are softly pressing over hers before she can even begin thinking of protesting about it. Oh well…