The Trouble with Love-games
Eventually you will lose…
Well not much to say folks since I literally just posted chapter 4, so none of you fabulous people have had time to review me yet D: oh no!
Though I must thank Aizawa for the spelling corrections! will adhere in future!
Tite Kubo owns bleach. I am not Tite Kubo, ergo, I do not own bleach (You so do not get to use the word ergo enough in everyday life!)
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Ichigo got out the shower, shaking the water out of his hair.
'What should I wear to impress this girl? She doesn't seem the type to go all gooey eyed over a boy just cos he is wearing designer labels… I'll have to go for the showing skin option!'
With that, he put on a pair of red surf shorts, and made sure his black Calvin Klein boxer elastic was on display. He then put on a white zip up hoody, but left the zip open, baring his defined chest to the world.
'Perfect, time to go get that midget!'
Back in the kitchen, Uryu and Rukia were having a good gossip about their boss Shunsui's relentless but never failing attempts to win over Ise Nanou. As fellow chemistry students, Nanou and Uryu spent a fair amount of time together, so he was surprisingly knowledgable on the subject.
"Right, I should probably head to my lecture. Time to go learn about the chemical make up of radio active atoms! Fun…"
"Probably more fun than what I'm about to embark on…"
"Well that you can count on!"
"Hey!" Yelled an irate looking Ichigo "I can hear you guys you know!"
"Doesn't alter the reality of the statement Kurosaki." Retorted Uryu, unphased. "It was nice talking to you, Miss Kuchiki, good luck!" and with that, Uryu left the two of them.
"Well, midget, where's my coffee?" Ichigo demanded.
"I'd imagine it's wherever you keep it in the cupboard strawberry."
He snarled a little. 'This is going to be interesting'.
After he had made his coffee, Ichigo got his stuff from his room, sat down at the kitchen table with Rukia, and turned on the 42" flat screen mounted on the wall.
"Ok" he said, looking at the screen, which was showing some music video featuring lots of girls and not a lot of clothes, "Make me a genius"
"Why is the TV on, those girls wont make you smarter, I will!" She grabbed the remote, turned off the tv, and put the remote batteries in her jeans back pocket. "Your undivided attention will be on me, Strawberry!"
"Oooooh a jealous midget, how adorable!" He laughed "And what makes you think I wont reach into those wonderfully tight jeans of yours and recover my batteries?" His eyes glinted mischeviously.
Rukia turned an unmistakably scarlet colour.
'Excellent, she's blushing, I'm obviously starting to effect her, it was only a matter of time…'
"Kurosaki Ichigo, a million years will pass before your hand goes anywhere near my ass"
"Sweet, I'm sure someone in the physics department is working on a time machine as we speak…" He winked.
Rukia looked ready to explode. 'How arrogant is this jerk!'
"That's it, pop quiz, right now."
He groaned and reached for his coffee. Rukia beat him to it, sliding the coffee mug off the end of the counter and into the bin. She smirked at him.
"Oi you crazy midget bitch, that mug costs more than a shift of your pay!"
"So why the hell bring it to uni, you flashy snob!"
He pouted.
"Whatever, you owe me a mug"
"Fine, I'll get you a new mug, if you can answer a single question correctly"
"Your on."
Rukia ended up forgetting her lesson plan entirely, since she was getting so much pleasure out of intellectually torturing the orange haired male who sat, clenching his fists in aggravation in front of her.
"Come on strawberry, that was an easy one, no wonder you failed all of your exams!"
"I passed one thank you very much!"
"Oh I am sorry" Her voice dripped with sarcasm "What grade did you get?"
"I got a shut-up-and-mind-your-own-business"
"My my, that's no way to treat someone who is sacrificing her own free time to help you, is it?"
"It sure as hell is not" Came an amused voice from the doorway.
The two of them stopped glowering at one another and looked instead to see the identity of the newcomer.
There, in the doorway, stood the boy Rukia had seen Ichigo hanging around with. He was just as inappropriately dressed as Ichigo, Rukia noted, there were too many chests on show in this flat considering the presence of a female outsider! Not to mention, this guys chest was covered in tribal looking tattoos. Whilst Rukia wasn't a huge fan of the tattoos, she couldn't help but admit, her view wasn't exactly bad right now.
"That's no way to treat a lady, I will never know how you get so many girls…"
"Cos they all take one look at your ugly face and then decide they need to hang out with a hot guy for at least a night to counter the sight of you?"
"Hilarious." Renji said, punching Ichigo on the arm as he moved towards the kettle.
"How come you've dragged yourself out ya pit then Renj?"
"Mate, you're spat could rouse the dead, managed to increase my need for coffee and paracetamol to the critical level!"
Rukia couldn't help but be amused by the banter knocked about between the two guys. It reminded her of the behaviour of her two managers; always poking fun at each other but never meaning it. Perhaps that's why these guys got on so well with the aforementioned post-grads.
"What you grinning at midget?" Ichigo asked her, with an amused look on his face.
'Shit!' Rukia hadn't realised she had been beaming away like a miniature sun.
"Er, nothing, now I'm gonna give you one last chance to redeem yourself!"
"I'm listening" He was still smiling
"What is the name of the personal injury rule…"
"EGGSHELL SKULL RULE!" He yelled
"Yes actually, how did you?"
"Lucky guess" He winked at her
"Well, I guess you aren't a totally hopeless case, you got one out of like 50 right…"
"pahahaahha Ichigo you suck man!"
"At least I'm doing a real degree"
"Fuck you"
Just then, the argument was interrupted, by the door bell ringing again.
Ichigo went to open it.
Renji leant on the counter, whilst Rukia began to pack her textbooks back into her bag.
"What the fuck!" They heard Ichigo say! "You best come in Ran"
Ichigo returned, with, Rukia saw, the golden haired head cheerleader, Rangiku Matsomoto. She looked as though she had been crying.
"Sit down and tell us everything, Renj, get Ran a drink of?" He looked to her.
"Tea would be lovely Renji, thank you" She said in between sniffles.
"What happened?"
"Well, you know last night, I didn't realise cos I was too drunk, but Momo collapsed from alcohol, and oh! None of us noticed, except, Toshiro, so Ukitake told him to make sure she got home."
"Yeah, we informed him after that it wasn't a good idea, he had no idea" Renji chipped in
"No, he didn't realise, it's not Ukitake's fault. I'm grateful that he cared enough to make sure she got home. The problem is that when she came round this morning, she had missed calls from Aizen, and so she phoned him back. She was still a little drunk, she can't handle that much drink, I should have known! And now he's pissed and I'm worried he's gona try and hurt Shiro! You know what he's like." She burst into tears again.
Rukia felt like she was intruding, and she had no idea who these people were talking about. She made to leave.
"I'll just leave now, I'll be in touch Ichigo"
He grabbed her arm to stop her. She felt chills go up and down her body.
"No, Renji and I have to talk to the other guys, and we'd really appreciate it if you could comfort Ran here until the other girls get here, I don't think she should be alone, God knows what Aizen said to her, she looks scared."
Rukia nodded blankly, still shell shocked by the strange sensation his hand coming into contact with her arm had produced.
"Let's call the guys Ichigo, I'll get the others up in here, you go pay the other flats a visit."
"Sure thing. We'll be back soon, I promise everything will be fine Ran"
With that, the two males left.
Rukia didn't really know what to say, she was, for once in her life, clueless, and so she just sat there, on the sofa in Ichigo's kitchen, with her arm round the golden haired girl, while she sobbed into her shoulder.
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There you are folks, my second chapter of the day! R&R kids! xx