Hitsugaya Toushiro was a man of solitude.
And yes, despite the fact that he "goes out" with the most annoying person on the planet doesn't make his personality in comparison with said companion.
It so happens that our favorite white-haired male was quite the heavy sleeper also. While being the studious and famed genius, his brain sorely needed the complete shut down from time to time. That includes forgetting a certain evil, raven head from ruining his life by pushing them at the back of his mind, and replacing it with blissful dreams. One that includes a dead Sosuke-sensei and a buried chem. lab partner in a desert somewhere, while he enjoyed his time eating watermelons with the girl of—no pun intended—dreams.
Besides, it was a beautiful Sunday break. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, the breeze was crisp and cool and there was a very loud high-pitched sound that was sure to break his eardrums—
"TOOOOOTTTT!! (It's a whistle blowing, people--you get the point.)
In less than a second, the green eyed male shot up from bed and instinctively covering a hand over his ears, eyes firmly closed.
"Riiiiise and Shiiiine! Sunshine!"
Only one person could literally ruin his day and snap him back to cold, harsh reality.
His brows twitched as he rubbed at his eyes. Not wanting to aggravate his eyes further, or possibly commit an early murder for the person who had mistakenly woken up the dragon from hell. It was his legendary nickname for all his roommates, and it was also a reason why no one dared to room with the white-haired male.
"Whitey, you are one hell of a sleeper," the intruder commented idly as Toushiro heard her pacing about his room.
"You…" he glared at the raven head with an eye open, while still rubbing the other of his sleep and trying to catch the last vestiges of his dream. It was in the good part too, when Hinamori had just leaned in towards him and nearly kiss—
"I opened the blinds, but you kept on snoring," a vein made its famous emergence back to his forehead. So that was why it was so damn blinding in his room! The freaking idiot blasted his blinds open for the whole world to see.
"And then I tried opening your windows, and you still drooled on like a baby," he does not drool! (But he subconsciously took a swipe at his chin anyways) Dammit! No wonder it was freezing like crazy in here! Was she trying to get him hypothermia? And those stupid birds—how he would just love to shoot them with his pellet gun.
In other words, Hitsugaya Toushiro was not a morning person. And anyone he touches, sees, hear, smell or even taste die by his (half-asleep) hands. Unfortunately, the raven head had other plans for him before dying by his hands, and it surely involved things that contribute to his death rather than her own.
"Come on! Up, up, up! We gotta prep you today!" Rukia walked around his bed and tugging at his sheets, and trying not to trip in the process.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he hissed, gripping tightly to his sheets as he refused to budge from the comforts of his warm bed. He took a glance at his neon alarm clock at the corner by his desk and couldn't help popping a vein. Eight o'clock. Eight fucking o'clock. It was not the time for him to be waking up at the only free day of the week.
It was ludicrous.
Whoever the hell woke him (accidentally or not) at such a mind-boggling hour at a Sunday had willingly signed their deaths and guaranteed their ritual rights to seppuku.
Rukia, however, was oblivious of taking the quill and paper and writing her name down the white-haired male's little black book as she tried pulling at his comforter sheets harder.
"Isn't it obvious? We got tons of things to do today—" only in her world…
"The only thing that I'll be doing today is sleep! And while you're at it—Get. The. Hell. Out. Of. My. Room!" his eyes narrowed as the green-eyed young man wrenched his sheets closer to him as he plopped back down on his bed, obviously intending to go back to sleep and ignore the raven head. Of all the people who would come at such an hour and have a freaking duplicate key…it had to be her.
Rukia, on the other hand, was not going to take another crappy attitude from him this early in the morning. After all, waking up at seven o'clock and not even having a breakfast (one of the little reasons why she was here today) was already taking a drain on her. And the fact that she also need help on a few-er, some of her assignments that were due tomorrow—but. But the largest part of her mission that was truly, genuinely and wholeheartedly important was: "Preparing Hitsugaya Toushiro To Be A Man Fit for The Girl of His Dreams."
Okay…it was long (damn Renji!) and tactless. But the point was clear and succinct in which it was shortened to (by Grimmjow) "Boy Shorty's Growing Di—" er—"Legs." so revised by Ichigo.
'Useless idiots…'
She seethed silently. They didn't even help her on her current predicament, so she had to improvise and do things her own. If Toushiro would really want Hinamori "back in his arms" then he had no time lying about thinking she'll do all the work and present her in a bride's gown was she??
Hell no!
She's not getting paid here!
Not to mention that he's manning up to the Aizen Sosuke-sensei. The guy oozes sex appeal and pheromones. How could he rival up to that when he emits icicles and snow all over the place? It was a definite no-no in Kuchiki Rukia's book.
The number one rule (in her said book) to get a girl was to shave up and preen.
And she always wondered why her previous clients balked at her in terror like it was a makeover?? Well, technically it was, but who were they to complain? They don't know the horrors and weird things women do to get good skin and sexy nails, so they better not bitch about shaving their body hair (in which all Rukia's boys protested vehemently, some screamed like a girl). They claimed that it was a symbol of manhood… 'Che, my ass.' But at least she got their ugly uni-brows down, even if it means by force.
And god forbid if whitey here won't haul his ass up then there will be serious consequences that will be made.
"Get. Your. Ass. Up!" the raven head took a handful of the sheets and did the first pivotal mistake of the day.
Who would've thought that Hitsugaya Toushiro uses long, big and fluffy (read: manly!) comforters? He's too damn short for god's sake! She really blamed it all on him, besides he should've gotten up after all her whistle blowing.
Anger and determined to catch sleep, overpowered Rukia's own resolve to wake the white-haired male up as she saw herself in slow motion as she toppled on his bed and caught both of themselves in surprise. The raven head had unexpectedly pinned the boy underneath her, limbs tangled together and Rukia's legs straddling him down.
Tug of war in bed with black velvet sheets…it would be a mystery if Toushiro was asking for it or not. No one could ever deny the suggestive position though.
It would be fairly safe to say that the white-haired male's eyes had enlarged to such extensive proportions as the evil-bitch had literally bursts his bubble space and violated the all "Great and Encompassing Manly Rule," which—in layman's terms: The girl can't work the top. But that was waaaayy besides the point, because he was certainly not thinking something so disgusting as that— more or less, his thoughts bordered on homicidal acts. But unlike most healthy and natural boys, blushing was a sign of a true man (I mean hello.) and probably even encourage the scene further…but…
Let's just say that Hitsugaya wasn't normal…but he was healthy! (he blushed, okay! And no he wasn't thinking that either!) Though not in the position where it contradicts his morals, and even the thought of remotely "doing it" with this girl…?
He would more than likely give himself up to be a monk.
"While I find this quite comfortable," there was a heavy sarcasm laden with her voice with a tint of teasing delight, "I strictly abide the 'no strings attached' rule."
"Likewise," Toushiro gritted. He knew she was enjoying this, now that he was fully awake and annoyed as hell, there was no stopping her doing whatever it was she was planning for him today. "Now. Get. The. Hell. Off. Me."
And like a perfect gentleman at eight o'clock in the morning, flipped his sheets over along with Rukia as she fell unceremoniously with a shriek and a painful thud on his floor. He momentarily dirt off his shoulders, feeling the "filthiness" seeping in his skin as he gracefully swung his legs at the edge of his bed.
"What the hell was that for!?" Rukia had finally succeeded in disentangling herself from the floor and the sinking idea that he had just ruthlessly thrown her on the floor. How dare he?!
"For coming in my room," He glared at her through hooded-sleepy eyes, was she this dense. I mean, he knew he was stupid and clumsy, but really? "Unexpected."
Rukia dusted herself as she stood up rather elegantly, "I've been in here for fifteen minutes trying to wake you up," she rolled her eyes, "I hardly think that that's "unexpected." Aside from that," her eyes took on a mischievous glint, "You might wanna save that energy for Momo-chan—"
"Shut up!" the white-haired male didn't hesitate to throw his pillow at Rukia's face as her giggles were muffled by the fluffy contraption.
Not only headaches visit him every weekdays, but it seems it had applied for a 24/7 job. With Rukia around, it sure did work on overtime too. He didn't know what she'll do with him today and he was surely not looking forward to it at all.
"We got a lot of things to do today and we're behind on schedule," Really, and he's missing six hours of peaceful sleep.
"My plan is to get to get you rolling to loversville with Momo-chan in less than three months," It still amazes him how she treats this whole thing as an advertisement fiasco, while his love life and his reputation was on the line. And oh, let's not forget how she loves to use such "descriptive" words that had his brows ticking in annoyance.
"But anything exceeding beyond three months," she grinned, "You would have to pay."
Toushiro's neck snapped to her direction, keeping the growl of displeasure in his throat that still managed to escape. "What happened to 'doing it for free?'" The woman was insane…and he was stupid for taking up her non-beneficial offer.
"Che, this ain't charity, fluffy—"
"Then why the hell did you tell me that this is out of your generosity?" he clenched his fists into a ball willing his (thinning) self-respect for a certain violet eyed woman, and restrained himself by outright smacking her head. The girl would be more suitable as a greedy merchant wasn't she?
"Relax," She waved a hand in dismissal, "It's rare for that to happen." She rubbed her chin contemplatively. "But seriously, I think this would be the hardest one I have yet to go through. That man's legs is really a disadvantage for you, but of course, we could always buy you shoe pumps—"
"Can I personally request something?" Toushiro's face was shaded, shielding his less than genteel thoughts towards the evil woman in front of him.
"Shoot," she smirked, "Need cuffs and chains?"
The infamous vein pulsed hotly on his forehead, but the green eyed male managed to breath through his nose and voiced out said request without miraculously shattering his teeth and with a successfully flat voice.
"I don't mind enduring your abominable presence," Rukia was about to utter a retort until he held out his hand accompanied with an icy glare. "And I don't care about getting hurt in the process, but—" his green eyes bored though her in a grave manner that almost all pretenses of joking was simply kicked out of the room. "But if Hinamori gets hurt—rest assured that I will—"
"Maim, shoot, skin, drown, castrate, impale, decapitate, tear me apart limb from limb, or bury me in a desert somewhere," she finished for him, counting off with her dainty fingers, "Heard it all, whitey. While I value my life, I would never do something as to endanger any of my clients' feelings.
Toushiro gave her a dubious look, even though he wasn't that surprised at her accurate description of certain inevitable deaths (seeing that she was probably used to the threats issued to her by other clients) it was still quite amazing.
"So? I could seriously kill you?" he almost breathed in relief and awe.
"You could try," she nodded in a factual manner, "But don't forget that I'm a priceless Kuchiki heir-"
He snorted.
"And that I'm your only key to achieving a good love life with Hinamori." She stated with deliberate confidence, "You would already be six feet under depression right now if it weren't for my genius sense of love. You being short enough is already torture, but your insipid-idea-for-romance seriously had no match to your gargantuan brain compared to mine."
It was astonishing how she could talk a person down in complete insult right in their face. And Hitsugaya Toushiro could only clench and unclench his fists in well-masked rage. 'Must…not…kill sponsor's…evil—sister…'
He could do getting along with her (as a "boyfriend") for ninety one days, thirteen weeks and 2,184 hours and 131,040 seconds with her…can't he?
Of course…(?)
"Here's a ball whitey," Rukia threw him a palm-sized baseball, ignoring the added vein on his head at her fondness of the new nickname. "I figured you'd destroy stress balls in less than a week. And I don't want you bleeding all over your palms if you're going to continue this unrestrained anger—"
"I am not!" he lashed at her.
"Look, your squeezing it—" she pointed out with a flash of a smile.
And truth be told, he was.
"Though, maybe it'll be better if I got you two—"
"It is not necessary—"
"Fluffy-"
"Stop that-!"
"Do you know how Sosuke—"
"Frankly, I don't give a fuck, and bluntly I don't "know" him in any way." The white-haired male cut her off rudely, eyes narrowed near to slits, knowing that she would go on about one-sided epithets that would just peel his skin and rub the salt. He hates it when people compared him to others, and especially when it concerns their English Lit. professor.
"See!" the raven head jumped to her feet, eyes practically bulging as she emphasized it with a flourish of hand movements. "This is one of your biggest and ugliest flaws!!"
"Enlighten me," he couldn't help it if his eyes had been traveling skyward every two minutes.
"That." Her voice dulled, pointing to him in an obvious manner. "Your ABA problem."
"My what?" he turned to her, irritated.
"You're A: Arrogant; B: Boring; and A: Asshole." Rukia did not beat around the bush, "If you know Momo well enough, then I really don't blame her chillin' with superman. If you don't want the three-month-payment-deadline, then we'll just have to dive for the extreme."
"Point being…" Forget the fact that he's angry, because we all know that he had a bottomless storage of wrath against the raven head. But he did not like where she was going with this, and he didn't like it at all when the raven head sat down next to him and unabashedly slung her arms around his shoulders.
"Arrogance could be a turn off," oh she was going to have fun, "But it could be one deadly, seducing weapon if used in the right way." It was like having one devil in one shoulder and another in angel's disguise, as Rukia whispered to him in a conspiratorial manner.
And yes, Hitsugaya Toushiro did not like it at all.
The plan was set, the ball was rolled…and everything was left for the downhill of rocky events.
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All apologies for an unexpectedly late update—I figured I've been updating every other day or somewhere around that timeline, and quite proud of myself (pats self on back). I hope the little Hitsu/Ruki fluff slip-up was enough to satisfy all you guys' naughty needs. lol (though it was more of a cute fluff) A million thanks for the revs. :) :) They really pump me up to write! ;) ;) And I might take up the offer to write a grimm/ruki fic. What d'ya guys think??