Come by Friday, everything was hell.
Almost the whole university campus new of the Thai restaurant incident, in which the two most unlikely pair came out of the closet, and declared their "love" (altered during the whole gossip). Well, technically, only Rukia (the evil-bitch) confirmed it's validity that they were "going out."
She reveled in it, while Toushiro would love nothing more than to push her off a bridge.
Currently, Rukia was (obliviously) annoying the already livid white-haired male who was stomping down the halls towards his second period. His first period was already embarrassing enough—Hinamori couldn't look at him in the eye! More or less, she was the one who slipped, and congratulated him and her of their union. And the next thing he knew, everyone was talking about the "new hot couple."
Life wasn't fair.
"Seriously, I got everything under control," the raven head explained behind him, almost jogging to keep up with his long strides.
People were starting to stare and whisper at them, but obviously—Rukia, having no shame, couldn't care less. She was wearing tight fitting, low rise jeans, and her favorite bunny scarf wound about her neck, with her matching bunny shirt and a butterfly logo jacket.
To most guys, Kuchiki Rukia was a definite cutie. Not very gifted in the valley section, nor were she entitled tallest in her class, but she had a certain charm that was enough to attract males like bees to honey. Aside from that, she had a kick and a strong right and left hook that Zaraki-shishou was proud to experience.
And girls envied her for the great catch of taking the Hitsugaya Toushiro for herself. The white-haired male was ranked the top popular boy in the campus, (by a series of fan girl cults) even though he didn't talk much, or gave most (read: all) girls the cold shoulder.
The emerald-eyed male kept walking, tuning out and ignoring the evil-bitch at his heels and glaring at anyone who dared say anything. Actually, if one really steps back, squint their eyes, and tilt their head in a 45° angle, they were… quite the stunningly kawaii couple. Of course, that would only count their looks, but personality-wise…
"Dammit! I know you hear me, Fluffy-chan!"
His brows twitched, hearing several gasps from their acquired audience.
One squeal of "How cute! They're already in nicknames basis!"
Nearly sent him reeling and unleashing his pent up fury in the hallways, suspended or not.
Toushiro gritted his teeth-patience was a virtue…but in retrospect…screw the fucking fortune cookie! He wanted to kill her.
Rukia was pissed.
Sure, maybe not as pissed as her new client, but she was still ticked off nonetheless. Didn't he see her genius for causing this commotion? Okay, maybe going about her plan #23 wasn't a good idea, and it's not like she's enjoying their centered attention on their "relationship" right now. Her eyes slanted, at this moment…several 'boys' would've heard of this news and would be hounding her for answers, or maybe just kill her boyfriend on the spot.
Back to the topic at hand, for someone so smart, the white-haired male was completely ignorant of Rukia's plan. And she was freaking tired running around trying to stop him and clarify her masterpiece-of-a-plan. Gaining her speed, Rukia yanked the young man's collar and brought him to eyelevel (which wasn't much).
"Listen. To. Me." She grinded her teeth together.
Tempest violet meeting a maelstrom of emerald.
"Don't. Touch. Me." The white-haired male spat, rudely prying her hands off from his shirt collar, and turning to his heel.
'Attitude problem, huh?' This time, the raven head's eyes twitched, does it look like she was enjoying this too? For heaven's sake, she was going to go through some intense explaining later and her Tylenol was running out. She would not have this childish attitude and his sassy-crap right now.
Stomping her foot, Rukia made the mistake of opening her mouth,--as usual, "Don't tell me not to touch you! You ass!"
Needless to say, every person in the nearest hearing vicinity of such a (loud) announcement froze in fear—literally turning to frosted pillars. They waited with baited breath, Toushiro's anger was legendary after all, like a dragon sending ice needles all over your body. They feared Kuchiki Rukia would not live it through. But some knew that the girl was tough, after all—who befriended the three most violent guys, several psychopaths and constipated boys in school, and came out unscathed?
While some brave, idiotic freshman had the gall to say "Wow, they must be pros in bed," was lucky enough that he was just an extra.
'I hope you hugged your parents' goodbye when you left from home…' the emerald-eyed male thought sadistically, eyes pinning the source of stupidity for saying such a scandalous thing, which only added fuel to his ire.
Luckily enough for the major population and much to the white-haired male's chagrin, they were in front of the Studio Art, the class notorious for its large brea—
"Tou-shi-ro-chan!!"
Mounds of flesh engulfing his cheeks gave time for everyone to scramble out of the hallways, as many were thankful to live another day, and sending thanks to Matsumoto-sensei who "broke the ice."
Immediately two large veins popped into his forehead. This act should be illegal, he should've reported this a long time ago…but—
"Matsumoto-sensei…"
It was a wonder why his teeth haven't shattered yet from the ceaseless amount of pressure he put in them every time he had to deal with annoying people—Rukia topping the list.
"How's my little cousin!?" the auburn haired professor of photography (was there such a thing?) squeezed the young male harder to her chest and nearly suffocating him.
"I heard the cutest rumors ever!—and oh! Speak of the lucky lady, Rukia-chan!!" the endowed woman switch her attention to a quickly attentive raven head who swiftly greeted the elder woman with a squeal of "Rangi-chan!"
'Don't tell me…,'
Toushiro gaped at the females who were babbling about who his "cousin's'" boyfriend was, and how they were doing. Hearing the (disgusting) words of "Gin, my honey," his jaw dropped to the floor— of all the people, Ichimaru-sensei of the psychology class?!
'She matched those two?!'
Okay it wasn't much of a shock seeing his cousin was an insane drunk and said boyfriend was a creepy-looking-psycho, but still--he thought Matsumoto had more taste than that.
The two exchange knowing grins, as Rukia saluted to the gray-eyed professor, "I leave him to you, Matsumoto-sensei," the raven head gave her a knowing smile, and turned piercing eyes at Toushiro. "We need to talk before chem. class."
He equally gave her a frosty look, but she knew he'd be there as he turned away, trudging stiffly inside his dreaded second period (no doubt he was to endure another hour and half of torture in which Matsumoto would most likely suspend class in preference of getting the juicy details from him).
Matsumoto looked after her cousin and back at the raven head, eyes questioning with a hint of amusement. "Are you taking him in?"
The violet-eyed girl smirked, "You could say that."
"You know, I wished the rumors were true." The gray-eyed professor gave Rukia a wistful look as she sighed and crossing her arms.
"Che, I don't think so," Rukia rolled her eyes, as she turned on her heel and waved her hand in goodbye. "We're just friends."
"Well, you may never know, Rukia-chan," Matsumoto mumbled under her breath and pouted a bit, watching the girl disappear off a corner. "Still—they'd make really cute babies."
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Now let's all take a glimpse back as to what set off these chain of events... A progress of Kuchiki Rukia's "brilliant" plan.
:(Flashback continuing in the Thai restaurant):
Settling down after Rukia's initial outburst of their "relationship," things had gone from horribly wrong…to an apocalyptically disastrous event in which the four individuals found themselves seated together in one table.
Courtesy of Kuchiki Rukia herself.
Toushiro didn't remember much of the things that happened because he was so busy thinking of torturous and painful ways to exterminate the bugs in his life. Bug 1: being his bane of existence ever since she came to know him, and Bug 2: who held the love of his life's heart.
And he never knew that the raven head had such a suicidal streak in her persistent attempts…to an extent in which it increased his desire to bury her in a desert somewhere.
"Ne, ne! Sosuke-sensei, Momo-chan! Why don't you eat with us? It's Toushiro-kun's treat!" She offered enthusiastically as the latter was shrouded in dark and thundering clouds, wanting to do some physical damage at the younger Kuchiki.
"O-oh no! We couldn't possibly intrude—"
If it weren't for his audience and later embarrassment he could've kissed the brown-haired girl in gratitude.
"Yes, we wouldn't want to interrupt the both of you," Aizen smiled humbly. But the thanks were not extended to him as he too joined Toushiro's list of "Bodies to Bury in the Sahara." The white-haired male was more incensed over the fact that he thought they were going out, in which they really were NOT.
"Mou, but really, the more the merrier!" Rukia insisted, pouting cutely and tugging at Hinamori's sleeve like a petulant child.
Toushiro didn't know what the raven head had in mind, but it sure as hell just guaranteed her chem. lab work an F, since he's the one doing all the work.
"K-Kuchiki-san—I-we really shouldn't-since," her eyes darted nervously at Toushiro as she blushed heatedly.
Rukia's brows were raised, 'Hm…interesting. I just need one more push.'
Her violet eyes stared at them in genuine curiosity, "Why not?"
Hinamori felt cornered at her pressing question, "I-erm—"
"We truly don't want to impose, Kuchiki. It would be very embarrassing if I let my students treat me. And I'm sure Hitsugaya-kun and you have more to discuss." Aizen explained patiently, warm smile still in place…
But Rukia had other plans; her client was losing his cool, and it was about high-time to show her winning card. And if Sosuke-sensei persist to play the dirty "I'm-a-teacher-you're-a-student' game on her, then he was sorely mistaken.
"Ne, but sensei, while I understand your concern," the raven head grinned evilly inside. 'Try getting out of this one, Sosuke-sensei.' "Wouldn't it be more prudent that the two of you eat with us? Besides, a teacher and a student dining together, seemed…odd, don't you think?"
'Check mate…'
These were the few rare times that she was proud to be a Kuchiki. They were after all, one of the companies that funds Seiretei. One call from the higher up and one teacher could be gone.
"Unless if the two of you are having a relationship…"
Words were truly sharp as swords.
Aizen and Hinamori stiffened, Toushiro almost gaped at her in awe. Not truly expecting such an underhanded trick, and surprised at the fact that she was pulling the evil-bitch card on Aizen. The white-haired male now wasn't sure where she was going with this.
Was she trying to endanger or mend his "love life?"
Taking their expressions as a fact that no one knew their relationship (yet), the violet-eyed Kuchiki continued.
"Which you aren't, right?"
She gave Hinamori a scrutinizing and suspicious look, which promptly scared the girl...Enough to the point that she pushed Toushiro and told him to scoot over, stuttering and blushing madly. "O-o-of c-course n-not, Kuchiki-san! Why would you think that? Ahahahah…!"
"You're quite the persistent one, aren't you Kuchiki?" Sosuke-sensei chuckled in good humor, seating himself besides Rukia in defeat. But the raven head saw right through him—he was pissed—this only inflated her pride all the more.
'Damn fucking right.'
The raven head thought to herself proudly, pleased that her plan went well. Toushiro was seated across from her, and Hinamori seating beside him, and Aizen seating far away from him. Therefore, preventing the white-haired male from doing something juvenile-worthy, (like accidentally stabbing Aizen with a fork) and also keeping him on his "toes" around Hinamori.
"I'm just looking out for my esteemed colleagues and professors," Rukia smiled amiably towards Aizen, sipping elegantly at her coconut juice. "I wouldn't want them jeopardizing their future now, won't I?" if Rukia had fangs it sure glinted in delight right now as she pressed on a sore spot of their becoming relationship.
'Back off now, sensei. No man had yet to survive me.' The violet-eyed woman smirked to herself.
"Of course, that's very kind of you, Kuchiki-san." Sosuke returned with a winning smile of his own, topping the cake with a handsome cock of his head to the side. Obviously, the English Lit. professor was not going to give up. He made the mistake of underestimating the younger Kuchiki's cleverness, but he won't pass it up for the second time.
'Damn, this guy's a definite Grammy winner…' the raven head thought aimlessly. Noting the brunette professor as quite the charismatic actor himself, in which poor Momo-chan fell for instantly. If she were to help Toushiro to get Hinamori back, then he would go through some serious back-breaking lessons from her if he wanted to beat this guy.
"Thank you. And you too, sensei."
"Thank you, Kuchiki."
Rukia swore she saw the narrowing of his eyes right through his smile beneath all the pleasantries exchanged.
She somehow felt that things just got harder.
But it was all worth it as she took a glance at the white-haired male and his "girl of dreams" chatting away, while she was stuck having to entertain her loathed professor.
'Fluffy-chan, if I'm not going to be your maid of honor, I'm so going to hound you with a shotgun.'
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I'm sorry there wasn't much in this chapter! (bows down) but I wanted to show you guys how the thai incident happened, and the initial aftershock. Next would be Rukia's explanation of her dating plan to poor whitey-chan…Again thanks so much for everyone's revs! ;) :) love you all!