Hey! I changed my name, but kept the '101' cuz i LOVE IT! :)
I know I've been gone for FOREVER...
Did'ja miss me? :D
Yeeeah, probably not, you guys are probably standing outside with pitchforks and all that junk. SORRY. Aannnywaysss, I'll pay you back with a good, fresh, longish, nice chapter, with nonstop IchiRuki (that you love).
Reviewer Responses
CutieTea: Yesaa, I love Rock Lee, toooo. Haha, 'update soon'. Like that was gonna happen. Woops. Sorry... D: BUT THANX FOR THE REVIEW!
lemonorangevanilladrops: Did I spell yer name correctly? -Check- GOOD! I feel loved :D I've been MISSED! LOL, Ichigo isn't "mine", and ftw is what Rock Lee's doin' here... Is it just me, or did that sound..weird? Tell your sister I said "HAPPY -late- BIRTHDAY"~! Even if I'm a complete stranger... No, no tell'er: "This hotmazing, super-cool, NOT arrogant, funny, cute, bee-utiful, awesome, humble person I know wishes you a happy LATE birthday!" ...TEEHEE! PS: Mmm, cake was GOOOD.
mrsbieber: B-I-E, B-I-E, B-I-E-B-E-R! Ok, I will remember that. Aaanyways,..I KNOW I HAVE SOOOOO MUCH ACTIVITIES! BLEHGARGPSHHFFTT! I'M NOT GETTING MUCH SLEEP :C I like making faces with a 'C' instead of a '(' because it's either happier, or sadder... Sorry, I'm random.. T_T Yeeah, anywho, I need Rock Lee for a matchmaker, too. Because he's not falling in love ANYTIME soon, so he might as well play the role as matchmaker. D: Ohnoess, 'OOC'-ness! :'(((( Aa, thanks for review...?
.: I LOVE that name. 'Bleach is for clothes'. And your review confused me. "This story is" Cliffhanger?
ayame028: U DA WO-MAN~~! YESSAAAHH, I LIKE REVIEWS! ESPESHALLAY LONNGGGGG ONES! (spazz) Youthful!
DissClaiMeRRrr: I don't own Bleach. Heh, it's fun pronouncing it: Buh-leech. Bull-each. Bleeaach.
Now, for my failed attempt at fluff.
Recap
"Seet dowoohn, Meester Koorosakhai. Yoo cahn hondeel eeth. Yoo da mahn!" Mr. Mayuri smiled, pumping his fist in the air. Wait, did I just see that happen? And HEAR that? "You da man?" Fist-pumping? OH. MY. GOSH. I have seen it all. I plopped down in my chair, in defeat, confused. That was scary.
Chapter 12
Rukia's POV
RIIINNNNGGG! The "bell" rang, signalling for the next class. It was an electronic intercom thing, but the people at the Front Office of the school made it play the old-school type of bell-ringing noise, probably because they thought it was funny. Adults try too hard these days.. I walked out of Mr. Mayuri's classroom, awkwardly. I had heard from my brother that he could be an.. EXTRAORDINARY teacher at times, but I didn't think he meant it like this. I walked over in search of my locker, "2349", and opened it, reading the locker combination off my bare locker. (I wrote it down on my locker so I wouldn't forget it! :D) I took out my schedule, and saw that my next class was French. Hmmm, let's see who my teacher is-
"Sooooo, what's ya next class?" I looked up. Ew. It's Ichigo.
"Don't talk to me," I replied, in DISGUST.
"Why nottt?" He slid is arm down my locker (his arm was against my locker), smudging my neatly-written combination, so it would be unable to read.
"HEY! That was my combination, and I don't remember ittt!"
"It's okay, I memorized it."
"W-wha- NO! I need to know my locker combination!" I freaked out. This guy is an moro- I mean crétin. (A/N: It means "moron" in French. Don't actually use it against other people, kids.)
"Well, this gives me more reasons to spend time with you, because since you don't know your combination, you'll just have to keep on asking me," Ichigo reasoned. UGH. He is such a crétin. "Soo, whaddya have next?" I shoved my schedule up his face, and he grabbed it from me.
"Hah, now you have to always ask me for what class you have next!" Crétin!
In French
Aaah, the only class so far without Ichigo.. Bliss. The teacher, Monsieur L, doesn't really do anything, except for typing on his laptop and stuff. So, we basically just sit around here all day. Aa, this is DEFINTILY my favorite class.
"Rukia? Kuchiki Rukia?" Monsieur L called.
"Yes?"
"Could you give this important packet directly to the Spanish teacher, Señor Light?" I nodded, and grabbed the packet from him, then left the classroom. Hmm, now where could Señor Light's classroom be? I continued to walk, examining each classroom label to see if any of them had "Señor Light" printed on it. I grew curious and looked inside the important packet, but didn't touch anything. Inside, there was a notebook that read "Death Note". Hn. I did NOT want to read THAT. I soon found Señor Light's classroom, and entered.
"-yes, now everyone think of Spanish names-or any names- that start with 'L'," the teacher said, who was probably Señor Light. He, then, noticed me.
"Hola, señorita! How may I help you?"
"Uhm, Monsieur L wanted me to give this packet to you..."
"Monsieur L?"
"Mmm." I saw him clench his fists and give a death glare. Scary? No. Constipated? Yes. I handed the packet to him, and he peeked inside it, smiled, and ran back to his desk.
"Okay, class-HAHA- after you've got the names in your head, write them down on the piece of paper I am about to-HAHA-hand to you, also writing down a descriptive, painful way to die, while imaging Monsieur L's face. If you don't know what he looks like-HAHA-, look at the poster on the wall!" Señor Light instructed the class, while taking out the notebook inside the packet, and ripping out some pages, and ripping them into smaller pieces, and handing them out to the class. While he was doing that, I searched the classroom and saw some familiar faces. Hmm, there was Hisagi, Rangiku, Ulquiorra, Aizen, Gin, some transfer students from Hueco Muno, aaand... Ichigo. Surrounding his desk was some fangirls, ogling at him. Eeeewwww. I don't get how ANYONE could fall in love with him. He soon noticed me, and winked at me.
I shivered, and stuck my tongue out at him. He smirked, and blew a kiss, in a very girly way. I rolled my eyes, and turned away, just in time to feel a paper ball hit my head. I whipped around-ANGRILY- and picked up he paper. It was obviously from Ichigo. It read:
You're cute. Teehee. -Ichigo
I threw it in the trash. Then, Señor Light walked up to me, and gave me an apple.
"Please give this to Monsieur L! Gracias!" He smiled, comically, and waved me away. I nodded, and glared at Ichigo before exiting the classroom.
After, French, I went to my locker, which I had kept unlocked so I wouldn't have to ask Ichigo for the damn combination. But when I arrived, the locker wouldn't open. Damn.
"Y'know, I locked it." Eff you, Ichigo Kurosaki. I turned away from him.
"You wanna know the combination?" I ignored him. "Rukiaaa? You there?"
"Shutup. I'm shunning you," I stated, curtly. I could almost smell him smirking.
"Then how are you going to open your locker?" ...I placed my hand on the lock. I was gonna find out myself. Now, uhmm... I suddenly felt a warm, soothing hand on top of mine, that gave me exciting chills through my body. I could feel my face get heated and- WHATHEHELL? WHY IS ICHIGO'S HAND ON MINE? He was opening the locker with my hand! I heard the "click!" of the locker opening. WhAt ThE hElL?
"You're blushing."
"I can smell you know!" Wait, what was I saying?
"Smell?"
"I mean, hear!"
"Hear?"
"I mean, taste!"
"Taste?"
"I mean- YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, DAMNIT!" This guy is ANNOYING! He smirked.
"Whatever. Your locker's open." I sniffed, and put away my French binders, and took out my agenda. Pause. What class do I have next?
"Oi, Ichigo, what class do I have next?"
"..."
"Ichigooo?"
"You were shunning me...?"
"..." He looked at his watch.
"Oh! One more minute until the bell rings for next class! You better get to your next class!"
"..."
"I'm leaving now!"
"...WAIT!" He turned around, with a BIG, HIDEOUS grin on his face.
"Yes?"
"What's my next class?"
"Weren't you shunning me?" I growled.
"Eff you."
At home
After a looooooong day of school, I managed to survive. Entering my house, and shouting an "I'M HOME!", I plopped my backpack on the floor, and blobbed onto the couch.
"Aa, Rukia, you're home! How was school?" Byakuya asked, picking up my backpack, and putting it on the chair.
"Frustrating."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Was anyone giving you a hard time? Because then, I will kill them!"
"You can kill Ichigo." I said, lazily.
"Ichigo? Ichigo Kurosaki? Our neighbor?"
"Yep."
"I don't believe that he could EVER hurt you!" I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Well, anyways, I need to go take my Hisana out on a date. Keep the house safe!" my brother smiled. I nodded. And fell asleep.
"Rukiaa.." I turned around to face Ichigo.
"Yes, I-chi-go?" He was wearing a tuxedo, and I was wearing a dress.
"I lovee youu." I blushed.
"I love you too, Ichigooo." We hugged.
"Will you marry me?" I gasped, and felt tears come into my eyes.
"Of course." He wiped the tears off my face.
"Why are you crying, Rukia?"
"These are tears of joy, Ichigo." He smiled.
"Rukia?"
"Ichigo?"
"Make me a happy man."
I snapped out of my dream-no, NIGHTMARE, in cold sweat. That was the crappiest, stupidest, cheesiest, grossest nightmare EVER. Marrying Ichigo? NO. WAY. IN. HELLL. The "make me a happy man" part? WHAT THE BUCK?
Ding-dong! My doorbell rang. Hm, who could that be? I walked over to the door and peeped through the doorhole. All I saw was ORANGE. No. No. No. Not. I-chi-go. Oh, crap. Now I'm saying his name all sexily in my HEAD. I need a doctorr...
"Rukia, I know you're there." I'ma pretend I'm not here...
"Rukia."
...
"Rukiaaaa."
...
"Rukiaaaaaa!"
...?
"(Sigh) Rukia, I just wanted to apologize for being annoying today. I'm sorry, Ru-ki-a." I froze. He..apologized? H-heh... He said my name all cool, too... I heard the rain start to pour.
"Rukiaaa, it's getting cold, and I'm getting wettt..." I just stood there.
"Rukiaaaaaa!" I opened the door.
"Enter." Ichigo entered in, all drenched in rain.
"Finally. Oh, and I was just kidding about the apology," Ichigo smirked. Idiotttt. I pushed him out of the house. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, MORON!" I yelled.
"I'm SORRY! I'm SORRY! FORGIVE ME! RUKIA! RUKIAAA! LET ME IN!"
~Ten mintutes later~
We sat in front of the heater (I let him in), Ichigo with a towel around him and over his clothes, and me just sitting next to him.
"Soo, what did ya do when you came back home?" Ichigo asked me, without looking at me.
"I slept."
"Hmm. Sooo.. did you dream about me?" He winked.
"Of course not, you moro-" I stopped. I did dream about him.
"Moro?"
"I was gonna say 'moron'. It's kinda obvious," I snorted.
"Tch." He chuckled. I blushed. I felt REAALLLYY awkward, yet...comfortable around Ichigo. Hm. Maybe that's the feeling when you hate somebody's guts. Or maybe I just..like him.. Wha-NAW! OF COURSE NOT!
"You're blushing, Rukia..."
"That's because of the heater!" He smirked.
"Yeeeah, right. Anyways, I'm BORED!" Ichigo whined like a kid. He was kinda cute when he- WHAT AM I THINKING? Oh crap, maybe, I'm just feeling weird because of school starting and all that junk. Yeahh, that's the reason. I grabbed the TV remote and switched on the TV to the news channel. It was showing something about how somebody died of a heart attack- HEY, ISN'T THAT DEAD GUY MONSIEUR L? Hmm... Something about a 'Kira'-
"BORING!" Ichigo yelled. I glared at him.
"SHH! This is INTERESTING!"
"To YOU!"
"To THE WORLD!"
"Find a channel that we BOTH like!"
"You're sounding like my mom!"
"Wel-" Ichigo paused, and looked like he choked. I first thought about laughing...
"Ichigo?" He just stood there.
"Ichigo?" I was starting to get worried...
"Ichig-"
"Rukia." He was avoiding eye contact. ..Silence... Wait, was he crying? Should I comfort him? E-eh... I awkwardly hugged him. One arm around him...then the next... Hmm.. He was warm... Suddenly, he hugged my back, kinda roughly. I felt the wet towel slip off of him. Then, he started to SOB. On my SHOULDER.
"U-uhhmm... What's wrong?" I managed to ask. Silence. Gosh, if he doesn't answer, then I'm gonna- huh? He let go of me.
"When you said that I sounded (SOB) like your mom, well.. Rukia, my mom (SOB, SOB) died before we moved to (SOB) Lakeview. It affected me the most and- (SOB)" I hugged him again. He was warm. And I also felt bad for him.
"Shh..." I let him cry on me. Ohhh, fuck. I'm starting to sound like a cheesy drama... After he finished crying, he faced me.
"Now, you BETTER not tell ANYONE about this. Got it?"
"I'm only gonna keep it a secret because I feel bad for you. Not because I'm taking orders from you," I replied, as the stubborn idiot I am. He smirked, and laid his head on my shoulder. Wait- whAT? Shit, we're not lovers! (PUSH!) (CRASH!)
"OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"
"I'M NOT LETTING YOU PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER!"
"BUT... AREN'T WE NAKAMA?" (A/N: LOL! XD)
"DON'T TRY THAT ON ME!"
We argued the rest of the evening, and soon, when the rain cleared up, he left for dinner, leaving me all alone. Sigh. When is Byakuya coming home?
"Rukia! I'm home!" Speak of the devil.
"Oh hey, Byakuy-"
"Rukia, I have something to tell you." ...He sounded serious...
"Yes?"
"..Rukia... Today, I proposed to Hisana.."
"..."
"..We're getting married."
HAHA! CLIFFHANGER-ISH! So, did you like it? I worked like a douugg on this! I hope it's long enough. But I KNOW it's no funny or romantic enough. More like, cheezy-dramatic. T_T I lost my sense of writing... BLEH. I added a little ByakuyaXHisana there...Teeheeeheee...
Oh yesah, and didja like that Death Note joke I added in? :D You prob. won't get it if you haven't watch Death Note.
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Aaanyways, I need to eat dinner... I'm StArViNgGgGggg... I'm also gonna go to a party later,so...
Keigo: No Talking Shoe?
101: No.
Keigo: *cry* Rukiaa! Lend me your shoulderrr!
Rukia: Rejected.
Keigo: *CRY*
101: C= Remember, I love all that review! I haven't said this in a loong timee: R&R!
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