The Trouble with Love-games
Eventually, you will lose…
Hey everyone! So for now, and the foreseeable future, this story shall be remaining at the 'T' level.
I'd also like to say yes, hangovers suck, and great minds do think alike, and furthermore, I am not a big Orihime fan, to be perfectly honest I find her totally irritating, but I wrote her in what I hope would be an understandable scenario so thank you to: Kaileychigago, StrawberryDragon94, MitchRyan, Nightkill, ceiyn and Steph78724 for your reviews on the last chapter!
Still not the owner of Bleach!
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'RINGGGGGG'
Ichigo groaned. His iPhone was ringing at him.
'For fuck sake!' He thought! 'Who the hell would be calling me at this time!'
He chose to ignore the device, and went back to sleep.
'RINGGGGGG'
'Go away already!'
A sleepy hand stretched out and picked up the phone. He looked at the caller display. It read 'midget'. He picked up
"Hello?"
"You lazy shit Ichigo, as if you are still in bed!"
"Oh crap! It's lesson day today! I must have slept through the alarm! I'll buzz you in, help yourself to coffee, and make me some, tiny serving wench!"
He hung up before she could comment.
Rukia glared at her phone as though it was Ichigo.
'How dare you!' She thought. 'On the other hand, I could make him really strong coffee and laugh at his face when he drinks it…' She smiled deviously, and may her way into Ichigo's building.
Ichigo, meanwhile, was dressing in a pair of sweatpants and a plain black T-shirt, the tight fabric clinging to his muscular body.
'Thank god I look hot in everything I wear' He mused. 'I wonder if she will bring up Saturday night, we haven't actually spoken since…'
With that, he wandered to the kitchen, where he found Rukia, waiting with two coffees.
"Hey thanks midget"
"You're welcome" She smiled innocently. "So er your kitchen?"
"Yeah er, it hasn't exactly been cleaned since the party"
They both looked around, what he said was pretty obvious to anyone who wasn't blind, thanks to the empty cans, bottles, cups, a few traffic cones, twister mat, and various other out of place items lying around the room.
"So, where are we going to do it?" Rukia enquired
Ichigo turned red.
"Excuse me?"
"The lesson you perv!" She said, though her cheeks also became rosy as some rather inappropriate images flooded into her mind. She tried hard to push them away, though, what the strawberry said next she found quite conuter-productive to her image dispelling attempts.
"Well, I was thinking the obvious thing is to go to my room, if that is ok with you?" He said, scratching his head and staring at the floor.
"That sounds perfectly agreeable" She replied in a forced calm, trying not to let on the absolute chaos spreading through her mind at the thought of being alone with Ichigo in his bedroom.
"Right, er cool, follow me" He said, picking up his coffee, and taking a sip.
"Uhhh what the fuck! What have you put in this you little devil midget!"
"Nothing" she stated innocently, "I just like strong coffee"
Ichigo rolled his eyes, accepting that to not look like a pussy, and an ungrateful one at that, he would have to drink the tar that the midget had presented him with.
He held the door open for her and she walked in, and stood, waiting for him to come in.
"You can sit down you know" He said, shutting the door behind him as he sat down upon the couch.
"Right." She sat down at the other end of the couch, and brought out her material for the day. "We are going to start by comparing our answers to the mid-term on family law"
"Well that sounds super fun" He noted, his tone thick with sarcasm.
"Shut it strawberry, or I'll make sure you fail and get kicked out for good" Her eyes glinted as she looked at him demandingly.
"Alright alright! Though you would never do that! You would miss me too much!"
"Pfft! Why would I miss you!"
"Who else would pay for your taxi home after a party?"
"Ohhhh is that how I got home, I'd been wondering…"
"Wow I go to all the trouble of accompanying you home in a taxi then coming back here alone having paid and you don't even remember? Gee, thanks"
Although he said it in a joking tone, Rukia could see the slight disappointment in his face. She instantly felt guilty.
"Yeah, that was er, my only blank spot from that night" She looked at her work, trying to hide the blood rushing to her cheeks.
"Oh er good, I was only joking you know, I'm not actually offended, I didn't mind at all"
"Thanks, Ichigo." She said, looking up at him, giving him a beautiful, genuine smile.
'Her smile is actually making me melt. Especially since she remembers, and she still came here, to be alone with me! She must like me! Yes!' He suppressed the urge to do a victory dance.
"Ichigo?" She questioned
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
"Nothing, I was just gona ask you why you were beaming like a lunatic…"
"Nothing major" He lied "I just thought of something that made me really happy, now, make me smart woman!"
She faked glared at him, and began to help him analyse the papers.
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Nearly an hour had gone by, and the two of them were in fits of the giggles, together, almost meeting in the middle of the sofa. Neither of them had noticed, but over the course of their lesson (and many digressions), the two of them had been subconsciously inching towards each other.
"And Renji, he actually vommed in the sink" Said Rukia, clutching her sides.
"I'm surprised you even noticed, you were too busy falling over" Ichigo replied, chuckling.
"Yeah, you know, for a moment when that happened I almost thought you were gona kiss me…" Rukia confessed.
"So did I, and then Rangiku got in the way…"
"So, you do remember, what you said to me out on the balcony?" She questioned, without looking at him, seeming suddenly very interested in her finger nails.
"Of course I do! You think I would forget that?"
"I well… I wondered if you just said it cos you were drunk, or to try and get me into bed with you or something"
Ichigo said nothing. She looked up at him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."
"It's ok, I understand I guess, I have a pretty well known reputation after all." He was also looking down at his feet, avoiding her gaze. "But I wasn't lying. And I wasn't drunk." His resolved flared up as he thought these words to himself. "Well, I was, but I meant what I said Rukia, and I wasn't trying anything on. I like you" He finished, as he took her face and held it so she was looking directly at him. "Knock off the paranoia, ok midget?" He said, smiling and releasing her.
"STOP CALLING ME MIDGET! Dumass strawberry!"
She began hitting him, on his arm then his chest, and he tried to restrain her.
She managed to break through his defence momentarily, and began punching him repeatedly in the abs. All their work had been knocked on the floor, completely forgotten.
Just then, he seized both her hands, and brought his body over her, pinning her to the couch.
"Now what are you gona do, Midget?" He said, emphasizing midget, their faces inches apart.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Hit me! Oh wait you can't!" He stuck his tongue out, and she leant up, and captured his mouth, claiming it for herself.
The kiss started out soft, and new. They were each exploring this new territory, and she gladly accepted his tongue's attempt to penetrate deeper into this unknown realm.
Ichigo's hand managed to move along her body, one around her back, the other knotted in her hair.
She used her now free hands to pull him closer, so he was resting directly on top of her. She moaned with delight as they surfaced for breath, running her hands up the back of his shirt, pushing it out the way to gain access to his warm skin.
"Mmmm Rukia" He whispered. "You are so hot"
"Less talking, more kissing" She said, pulling him in again.
"Oooooh, demanding" He chuckled, kissing her once again to appease her, and his own desires.
They were both lost in their passionate make out session, when a knock on Ichigo's door bought them crashing back down to reality.
Ichigo groaned. 'Are we EVER going to get a moment alone without interruption?'
"What?"
He yelled at the door, most put out by the disturbance.
"Ichigo it's important!"
He sighed, pecked Rukia on the lips once more, and pulled her up. As he went to the door, he remarked "You look really sexy with your hair all messed up like that"
She blushed and fixed her hair and the papers to make it look like they had been working.
In Ichigo's doorway stood Renji, Hisagi, and Toshiro.
"What's up guys?" He asked, noting the serious expressions on their faces.
Toshiro was the one who spoke.
"It's Aizen."
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Ooooooh cliffhanger XD
But a (almost) whole Ichiruki chapter! Yay! Hope you like! R&R :D