*AN: So, I think I did a bad job of describing Ichigo's track suit, here's a link to one that I based it off of.
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"Ichigo, slow down, you're dragging me!" Senna whined. Ichigo stopped for a brief moment and leaned down to Senna's shoulder to smell her.
"Kyaa! Pervert, what are you doing to me?!" Senna cried as she pulled Ichigo in closer to her. Ichigo pushed her back trying to loosen her grip on him.
"I was wondering what the strange smell was," Ichigo grimaced at Senna, "but it was just your taste in perfume."
Senna gasped and yanked her grip on Ichigo and walked off in front of him.
"Oh and on another note, if you didn't want to be dragged like that, you should've done that earlier. It would have made you seem smarter too." Ichigo proceeded to walk past and faster than Senna leaving her behind him and desperately trying to catch up.
"Ichigo-kun, you're so handsome." Senna swooned as the waitress set down their platter of delicacy cake and imported tea. Ichigo chuckles as he takes a sip of his tea.
"I know," he set down the cup of tea as his gaze gets aloof, "how can one be so handsome? I wonder if people get nervous while talking to me."
Senna puts her hand over her mouth and giggles cutely and as she finishes, she cuts a piece of the cake for them.
"My view on marriage," she says as she places the cake down on Ichigo's plate, "is that I don't believe in marrying someone without loving them. I know our marriage will be based on social class, but if it's one without love, I am not interested."
"So you're saying that you don't want an arranged marriage."
"Yes, that's exactly what I mean." she takes a bite of her cake and elegantly sips her tea.
"Well, aren't you stupid." Ichigo said in a "matter-of-fact" tone. Senna spits out her tea at his remark.
"W-what?"
"So you're saying that you are willing to not care and give up social status, wealth, and the lifestyle for a guy who's a good kisser?"
"No... Well-"
"If you're the type of girl who's willing to throw everything away for that knight who kisses you and abandon the prince on a white horse who can provide for you, then, I too, am not interested." Ichigo says as he gets up and fixes his tie, getting ready to leave.
"Wait, you've heard of love at first sight, right? Well I have fall-"
""That's an extremely naive thing to say. Despite your social class, it seems like you're still the typical girl for your age," he got up and left, but turned around to say his final words to her,"by the way, if a guy tells you that he's fallen for you at first sight, punch him. It's his way of saying he wants to cut the crap and get down to business."
"Wait, don't go yet! Ichigo!" Senna yelled. She tried to catch up to him but stood there gaping when Ichigo tried to out walk her to his car and suddenly drove off.
"Hey Toshiro, what's the name of the coffee place again?" Ichigo asked while driving. His nice car has a device that lets him hook up his phone so he can use the speakers to talk while driving. He has all his important speed dials automatically built in (it's just Toshiro and his doctor).
"Kurosaki, I told you-"
"Yeah, yeah whatever. What was the name of the coffee shop again?"
"Queen's cup. I've already told you that."
"Yeah, I know, but it's not a name that latches onto one's brain."
"Don't act like you got one."
"Would you like to get fired, To-shi-ro?!" Ichigo stressed out the syllables of Toshiro's name to annoy him and smiled when he heard Toshiro's scoff through the phone.
"That sounds like a nice escape from you and your unfinished work."
"Why you little-"
"Kuchiki Rukia."
"What? That's kind of random. Who's she, your girlfriend?"
"I can't believe you're the one who owns Getsuga Enterprise, "Toshiro lightly face-palms, "She's the one who you're suppose to talk to. Judging by her feisty attitude, she's probably the manager."
"Thanks, now what's her name again?"
"Ugh really you, it's Kuchiki Rukia. It's quite an uncommon name so it should be more easy to remember."
"Yeah. Bye." Ichigo hung up and drove to the direction of his house.
"Queen's Cup... Queen's Cup..." Ichigo whispered to himself as he entered his mall. He dressed in a sparkly blue track suit that has a hood and a zipper that is able to zip up all the way to his chin. He zipped up the zipper and pulled the hood up so nobody will be able to recognize him.
That's good, he thinks to himself, if they know that the president of Getsuga Enterprise wrongly shut down a store, we'll get a bad name, and the stocks will go down. Lord, thinking about this makes me shudder.
He stands in front of a coffee shop that had a pale icy white but a hint of pale blue sign that read, Queen's Cup, in an elegant font. The sign had fake frost on it which Ichigo inwardly complimented the design of the sign.
I'm sure that this is the place, he sighs to himself and walks in, please be the right place. The coffee shop seemed almost empty except for a couple sitting in a booth at the far left near the second register, and off center from the register in front of him. As he walked closer to the register in front of him, he sees a pink haired girl, who seemed to be no older than 16-18.
"Ahem," he cleared his throat to catch her attention. She blankly ignored him.
So it is true, the customer service here is quite poor. This place won't live up to Getsuga's name.
"Excuse me." he said before hearing the girl snore loudly with her mouth open.
"Kusajishi-san! Why are you sleeping on the job again?!" barked a short haired petite girl about a tad bit smaller than the adolescent worker. The pink haired girl, Kusajishi Yachiru, flung herself awake and off her chair.
"Kuchiki-san, I wasn't sleeping this time! I was just resting my eyes!" Yachiru yawned loudly before bowing down apologetically to the dark haired girl, Rukia.
Kuchiki... ahh, she must be the manager Toshiro was talking about! Alright, you got this Ichigo. He tried to muster the meanest scowl , but Rukia flat out ignored him.
"Really you," Rukia sighed and shook her head, " Kusajishi-san, go home. You need to rest and study for your exams tomorrow."
"But, Kuchiki-san, I haven't even completed enough of my hours this month to get paid!"
"I'll cover for you." Rukia said as she usher Yachiru to go and change. Yachiru's face lit up with appreciation.
"Ah thank you so much Kuchiki-san!" Yachiru bowed and skipped to the back of the room.
In the corner of Ichigo's eye, he can see a red-head cleaning a table and staring intently at him. He ignored the guy and focused his attention on Rukia, which she turned to him and smiled.
"Sorry, I apologize on her behalf," she slightly bowed down to him, "she's a newbie and a student so please forgive her. What would you like to order?"
"I-I'd like to order you." he blurted out. Rukia looked at him with a shocked expression.
"Um.. w-what?"
Shit, shit, shit. That certainly did not come out the way I intended it to. Goddammit Ichigo, you should've rehearsed this or something.
"Like I want to talk with only you ! Alone, together!" he panicked and shouted a little too loudly. The red-head from the other side of the room started coming closer to Ichigo and Rukia which made Ichigo more anxious.
"E-excuse me! I'm on my shift right now!"
"You're Kuchiki Rukia right? Right now I have an important discussion to discuss with you." he grabbed her hand and she responded with yelping and pulling her hand back. The red head was at least half way towards the room, which is very close to them now. Ichigo opened the "employee only" gate and grabbed Rukia's wrist.
"I'm a busy person, it'd be more appropriate to discuss the situation somewhere else. I'm sorry, it's urgent." he said to her dragging her along by the wrist as she protests and yells at him.
"Hey you can't take her," The red-head yelled chasing after them, "she's my employee!"
"Sorry!" Ichigo yelled back in English as he drags her into his car and stuffs her in the backseat.
After what seemed like hours of her yelling and protesting, Ichigo finally got her out of the car and into the opening of a private coffee cafe in the middle of a resort owned by his family.
"Are you crazy? Who the hell are you?!" she yelled at him and yanked her arm away from his grip. He took of his hood and loosened the zipper. She gave him a dirty look and he answered by scowling at her.
"Are you stupid? Do you not know how to respond," she yelled at him, which made him flinch and step back, "you dragged me here in the middle of nowhere, during my shift! This is kidna-"
"Do.. do you not recognize me? I mean my disguise wasn't that great."
"What?"
"This face," he pointed to himself, "do you not know who I am?"
Rukia looked at him dumbfounded as he let out a sigh. Ichigo threw his hands up and walked away a few feet and walked back to the dumbfounded Rukia.
"How.. Why... Do I look more familiar now?" he asked as he pulled down the zipper of his track suit a bit.
"Are you... ok? Do you want me to call the doctor or something?" Rukia took out her cell phone, getting ready to dial the numbers.
"Are you a foreigner? Tell me you're not from Japan! How do you not know me?" He begins to shout and pace around her like a mad-man throwing his hands up occasionally.
"I think I'm going to contact the doctor." She dialed the number and as she was doing so, Ichigo grabbed her phone and she shouted at him.
"It's Kurosaki Ichigo!"
"Kuro-what? I've never met you before, give me back my phone, I'm calling the doctor. I think you need help!" she reached for the phone but Ichigo raised it higher due to his height advantage. She stopped reaching for her phone and gave him a dirty look.
"I'm the president of Getsuga Enterprise. I have heard from my vice-president that you'd like to have a word with me." he said lowering his arm and handing her the phone, "I'm her to talk about your business."
Rukia's eyes turned as big as saucers when she heard his last words and Ichigo grinned from ear to ear at her expression.
"As we can see here," he tossed some papers to Rukia, "that you guys are making an average of 15,000 per month," he got out more papers as Rukia looked at the previous graphs, "and here shows your business from a couple of years ago flourishing, making at least 150,000 to 200,000 a month, being one of the most popular attraction in my mall."
"Well it's-" Rukia started, but was stopped abruptly by Ichigo.
"Excuse me Kuchiki Rukia-san, but this month you guys had promised to bring your business up and make at least 50,000, but you're making less than half of what you have promised. Doesn't this say something about your business?"
"Well Kurosa-" Rukia began, but was flat out ignored by Ichigo, once again.
"We also had a report of bad customer service from our VIP Getsuga Enterprise member. I have also dealt with unprofessionalism today when I entered your shop. Your employee wasn't even awake to deal with incoming customers. Your bills and rent are many months overdue and I've come to a conclusion that your coffee shop is no longer up to Getsuga standards."
"Excuse me Kurosaki-san, but-"
"I'm right, aren't I, Ku-chi-ki?" Ichigo leans closer to Rukia and smirks at her. The glare she was giving him was boring a hole through his skull.
"Rude," she started and Ichigo jumped back, surprised, "and unprofessional. Interrupting your client when she has plenty to say. Rude and disrespectful. Are you sure you're the president for Getsuga Enterprise? Or did that lazy excuse for a president sent you here to threaten me?"
The blood drained from his face.
"W-what did you just say about me?" he questioned blinking with a stunned expression.
"You heard me, or are you deaf and I have to repeat myself several times?"
"Hey!"
"We're making less than half of what we're supposed to. That doesn't affect your business mall now does it Kurosaki-san? Plus we wouldn't have this problem of decreasing customers if your mall did a better job at attracting more customers. Our coffee shop has been around for more than a decade, even before you owned the mall. Our business has always been steady and stable, never making too much, but never making too little. It seems that ever since you owned the mall, customers have been decreasing. So it's not only our problem, but yours too since you can't do very well on attracting people to shop at your mall." Her voice full of venom shot at him.
"That doesn't explain your unpaid bills and rent." Ichigo shot back at her. Rukia's face turned into horror as Ichigo inwardly smile.
"Yes, don't act unaware of the fact that you have not paid the rent fee of using Getsuga Enterprise as your location," he smiled and shrugged his shoulders at her as she looked at him with horror and disgust. Nobody ever mentioned to her about skipping bill payments.
"Water bill, electricity bill, rent, all of this has been unpaid for at least 5 months. It's so sad to see you've not paid. Your business even gets extra discount because we co-own, your shop. How irresponsible," Ichigo leaned in towards Rukia's ear and whispered, "am I right, manager?"
Rukia blinked at him. He just said...
"Manager?" Rukia asked slowly raising her eyebrows at him.
"Oh, are you so stupid you forgot your position?"
"Did you think I was the manager of Queen's Cup?" Rukia pointed to herself slowly and Ichigo nodded. Rukia suddenly busted out laughing. Ichigo stares at her horrified and confused.
"You really thought that I was," -laugh, laugh-, "the manager?! Lord, I can't believe you." She clutched her stomach and placed her head on the table and laughed uncontrollably.
"Hey, are you not? Hey! Answer me!" He tapped on the laughing Rukia's head, "Are you seriously not? Hey! Stop laughing at me! It's not even that funny." he stood up and shook the laughing Rukia by her shoulders as tears rolled down her eyes.
"The red- head, that guy is the manager."
"The.. red.. head?" Ichigo questioned.
"Hey you can't take her," The red-head yelled chasing after them, "she's my employee!"
"Augh really.." Ichigo groaned as he sat back down and placed his head on the table in disappointment. This triggered Rukia to laugh again.
"You tricked me!" He stood up immediately pointing a finger at Rukia accusingly. She stopped laughing and glared at him.
"Me?"
"Yeah, you! You should've stopped said you weren't the manager!"
"Did you ask me if I was the manager? All you asked was if I was Kuchiki Rukia."
"Well, you should have said, 'Oh really, I'm sorry extremely handsome customer, I am in fact not the manager, but a mere worker.' or something along those lines!" he cried at her. The servants around them stared at the two. Ichigo paced back and forth along his chair and Rukia's chair mumbling gibberish to himself.
"You, sir, dragged my hand and took me out. I yelled at you and you still ignored me so it made no difference." Rukia said in a "matter-of-fact" tone. Ichigo took his chair and sat next to Rukia in dismay. She looked at him and sighed. Right then Ichigo's phone rang and the contact name read, "annoying midget". He picked up and gave Rukia a "shh" sign.
"Hey, I should really go now. President."
"Shhhh." he hissed with his index finger on his lip.
"Was that the Kuchiki girl?"
"No, Toshiro, that was uh.. hey!" He yelled as Rukia took the phone away from Ichigo's ear.
"Hello, were you the vice-president from earlier," Rukia gave Ichigo a smug look, "your president here has messed up apparently and switched me up with the manager. Either way, he says he won't shut down our business. Thanks, have a nice day." she hung up and gave the phone back to Ichigo, who had on the most shocked expression.
"Did you just take my phone?"
"Would you like me to do it again?"
"How about you meet my lawyer," Ichigo stood up and face palmed and turned to her, "I bet it's something you can't afford!"
"Cool. I'm leaving now, I still need to finish my shift." Rukia stood up and was about to go when Ichigo grabbed her wrist and stood up too.
"Let go of me."
"I'll take you back." Ichigo said quickly and Rukia raised an eyebrow at him, "I mean like, it's the middle of nowhere, there isn't a bus here or anything." he chuckled nervously.
"I can find my way back." she yanked her arm from his grip and walked ahead of him. He ran up to her and grab her wrist again.
"Please, it's to make it up for earlier. I was being rude." He smiled cheekily at her. Rukia let out a disgusted scoff.
"You should've thought twice earlier," she twisted her hand from his grip and glared at him when she couldn't get her hand out, "let go!"
"Then let me take you home."
"Hey, do you wanna die?" she threatened. Ichigo shrugged his shoulders at her. She responded back by kicking his shin. He groaned in pain and clutched his shin.
"You crazy, hey," he yelled, clutching his shin and stumbling to catch up to her to which she walks faster, "You're definitely meeting my lawyer. Hey, get in the car!" he cried to her as she walked past his car and continued to ignore him.
"Hey! Don't ignore me! You won't get home from here it's the middle of the forest!" he yelled to her. She stopped to turn around and raised her eyebrow. Ichigo stumbles against her and smile beckoning her to his car.
"Sorry, but I don't want to be seen with someone who wears such a tacky tracksuit. Do all rich people dress like you?" she eyed him up and down.
"Ugh. I can't believe I have to explain this," he unzips the zipper and squats to her level to show her the label, "so as you can see, by the name that, aha, this was not made in Japan."
He takes off the jacket and shoves it at Rukia to hold, but she looked at the jacket and back at Ichigo.
"Look, it's not like I let people touch my clothes, just feel it," He touches the fabric and flipped the jacket to where the label was sticking out for her to hopefully see," this was made by a German tailor who sewn this by hand, one-by-one that is why this- hey! Don't ignore me come back!"
Rukia walked off ignoring Ichigo's cry.
"I told you, I'll give you a ride home!"
"No thanks, I have a cell phone, I can contact someone." she continued to walk off. Ichigo stood behind her, near his car as he watched her walk farther and farther away from him.
Kuchiki Rukia is the first woman to ever reject his offer of taking her home.
"Crazy girl." he chuckles and gets into his car.