It was his happy day.
His happy week in fact, everything was going along undisturbed.
Hitsugaya Toushiro didn't know if the evil bitch had just croaked out in a ditch somewhere or was abducted by aliens, but he didn't care. He was free! His whole week was spent without any of her annoying schemes, or not even a peep of conversations that involved him getting back the girl of his dreams by some weird, unknown doomed-plan.
It was a miracle! It was too good to be true! He was going to rejoice! Oh happy day! O happy day—!
Wait.
Why?
Well, she had been pretty adamant, this the white-haired male pondered. Why the sudden doused of water over the bonfire? She had always been very forceful, sneaky, and manipulative. Why would she now, all of sudden, drop the bucket? It was actually…disconcerting, now that he thought deeply about it.
There was something amiss.
And for our boy genius, something not of his knowledge makes him restless and, dare we say it, nervous. Whatever the hell it was, it was at the back of his mind now, but he had just to be extra careful. He was just glad that nothing had happened the whole week, that he was safe and never again in the clutches of—
"Fluffy!! My love!"
He made the victory dance jig (in his head) too soon. And it was replaced with the irrevocable twitches of his brow. He knew it. He knew that she would pull something like this…in class no less. With her arms draped over his shoulders and face intimately close to his, there was no other reason that others would start winking at them and some groaning or squealing at the "cute" pair they made.
"Fluffy" was bad enough, (in which he was called by fellow comrades, but decidedly shut them up by a promising glare) but putting strawberries on top with the "my love" had definitely warranted a death sentence from him.
How he loathed her so.
"Fluffy, how 'bout we go for a date, huh?" 'How 'bout I dumped you off a waste land, huh?'
She grinned from ear to ear, whispering loudly enough in his ear for the whole class to hear. "You should take me out more."
He knew she was enjoying this too much, and before she gets all unwanted mushy crap on him in front of the whole population then it's better to consent on her act and drag them away from prying eyes.
"Well then, Rukia-chan, lead the way." He gritted out in pure restrained rage, unknowingly snatching her wrist and dragging her out the door as she gave a girly wave of "Happy Weekend Everyone!"
Of course…only in their (damning) world, the white-haired male was sure to make seven destinations from hell and back. He should've known, should've known that she was just stringing him up. Dangling freedom so close and ripping it away maliciously as she yanked him down to a dark abyss, one that he could truly not escape.
"My love, where are we—"
"Drop the act." he gave her a withering glare as they turned a corner.
"Oh my why would you—" she grinned as they went inside the unpopulated library, eyes scanning as she promptly dropped her façade with a playful smile. "Whitey, how's it goin'?"
"How's it going?" the white-haired male hissed, now she had the gall to play innocent, "After not mentioning all that crap and the deal was off—"
"I never said the deal was off," the raven head gave him a flat stare.
"Then what exactly have you been doing the past week?"
"Oho! Did you miss me?"
"If you died, perhaps."
"Too bad you're stuck with me."
He ran an irate hand through his spiked white hair, sighing in frustration as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Now was not the time to act childish, he had to take the first step and be mature, because this woman was growing backwards, and not in the most endearing ways either. And to get straight answers, he needs to start back up from the top and work his way down to the little details, like why the hell was she suddenly pulling out such a-a disgusting act in class.
"What was all that act back there?"
"Think, fluffy—"
"Woman—"
"I'm you're "girlfriend" " and their goes her air quotes, "As much as I hate to act all sweet and sappy with you, I have to go through it. You're not the only one suffering here—"
"Doing this after all is settled down," his lips twitched, while the previous shock of their union surprised many, but like all other news, it comes and goes. But now, this girl had just rekindled the stupid little incident back to a forest fire. He was sure he was going to get a load of condoms from his neighbors today again. Damn them all!
"I don't remember us breaking up," the quirk of her lips annoyed him more than ever.
"That's not what I meant, just don't get carried away talking like that-"
"Like what?" she batted her eyelashes.
He shot her a you-know-damn-well-what-I'm-talking-about, "Like, "Oh! My love, how I miss you-!" –it's disgusting."
The raven head stood flabbergasted at the attempted personification of her act, "Whitey, you are so worse than Ichigo doing the impersonation of me."
"Tch, what are you talking about? That's exactly what you look like." Toushiro gave her a haughty look. And while Rukia's other clients would still be pissed and ranting off after a deliberate insult to their pride, he was more attuned in handling her insults, especially when it comes to talent superiority. He wasn't a prodigy for nothing.
"Oh please, you were worse than when I caught my brother watching Oprah and sniffing," the raven head gave him you-have-no-idea look, "And he said he was channel surfing, while he had Kleenex in front of him."
"I don't need to know that!" he huffed, willing the image of the defined and aristocratic heir of Hougyoku Corps sniveling in front of an Oprah show, out of his mind. "Why the hell are you even telling me this!?"
"You're right, there's no point telling you that I am the best actress in Seiretei, and you are nothing but a genius with no finesse." She confirmed with a nod, as the latter decisively kept his mouth shut from prolonging the pointless argument, and stirred to a topic that would actually make sense.
Toushiro crossed his arms, "So, what exactly do you want?"
"A date!" she squealed, as if the answer was obvious in all angles.
"No way!"
"But I'm your girlfriend!"
"You. Are. Not. My. Girlfriend!"
"Shut up and take responsibility!"
"For your information, I'm still broke from your stupid Thai restaurant--!"
"Ugh," she rolled her violet eyes heavenward, "If this is how you'll act around Momo, I wouldn't be surprise if she dropped you for Ganju next time."
"And I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't get married by the age of fifty."
"Oh, low blow, fluffy." Her eyes took on a challenging look, "At least I'm not going to be my best friend's best man."
"So what?" he sniffed disdainfully as he looked down at her with haughty emerald eyes, "You'll grow old without realizing you can't even get a man with that attitude."
"Heh, look who's talking," she glared frostily at him, "Unlike you, I'm more experienced, and in your case, I sure as hell have enough balls to get the girl I like with whatever means necessary."
Her act was perfectly taking its place, and it wouldn't be too long until the white-haired male would take the bite and sink his fangs at her well-planned out strategy.
"Hmph, is that so?" his tone dripped with sarcasm, eyes testing her statement.
"That's right," she turned away from him, casually reading a book at a nearby table, effectively hiding a devious smile on her face.
She always knew that Toushiro was the type of person who never backed out of a challenge, or even let someone prove him wrong. If anyone would tell him that he couldn't read all the volumes in this library, the little dork would die trying to read them all. It was just all a matter of reverse psychology. (Finally something worthwhile in her psychology class!) He wouldn't even realize that he was admitting to her challenge.
"I bet you can't get a woman in campus or even beyond that," 'Bite the bait, whitey.'
"And what makes you think I can't?" he gritted his teeth. The white-haired male admits than while he was hopeless with Hinamori, he knew he had fan clubs that's enough to boosts his popularity, and evidence that he wasn't that tactless when it involves the female specie.
"Don't even try to think that your little fan clubs, count as one," the raven head pierced through his thoughts, "Because they're just obsessed, rabid girls that I know you wouldn't even give the time or day to notice. Not to mention you'd rather get a C than spend an hour with them."
He narrowed his emerald eyes, was she implying that he was impotent?
"And seeing that you can't get a normal girl," she was going to reel him in on this one, "What makes you think you'll par up in even to superman and deserve Momo's attention."
"Are you saying I can't get a girl?"
"That's what I've been seeing."
"Really?"
"Damn right."
"You're wrong."
" 'That so?"
"I can get a girl," he blushed, as he glared back at her in defiance, "Even out of campus."
Like all laws of gravity, what comes up goes down. And just as Rukia placed any female bait (like Momo) he was sure to take it, ''Like all other males with egos and denial problems' she rolled her eyes inwardly.
' 'Bout damn time…'
The cheshire grin alerted him as she took a step towards the white-haired male with an intent, violet eyes twinkling. "Well then, you'll just have to prove it to me, Shiro-chan."
He wished he had backed out of this one challenge—just this once.
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"No." Toss.
He twitched.
"No." Hurl.
Was it so wrong to stab her now?
"No." Giggle.
Or maybe just break her leg and run for it.
"Pfft-I'd die a happy woman if I see you on that-"
"What the hell are we doing here!?"
And there goes the question of the century…
What was the purpose of them coming into the mall?
Toushiro hated the mall, he hated being crowded with so many people, and stupid girls that kept winking and glancing at him as if he was a piece of eye candy! But at least his "companion" didn't insist to stay long in the swarming areas, but rather dragged him into a more classic and expensive-looking store. He hated shopping! And god forbid if she asked him to buy something, one of them will end up in the hospital…
What kind of torture was this anyways!? He thought...he thought…Well, what exactly did he thought?
Well…he thought--!
"You're here to prove to me that you're capable of picking up a girl," the raven head didn't even glance at him as she continued to peruse the racks looking for clothes…specifically, men's clothes.
"I thought you'd say something stupid,"
"What was that?"
"Nothing. I just don't see," his lips trembled (a vain attempt to kept in debasing words), a vein appearing in his forehead as some woman went past them, whistled and winked at him. "Why we're here?"
Rukia finally turned to him, brows raised superciliously as she gave him an annoying once over, "What you can't make up for height you could always compensate for the looks." She grinned as she waved for an assistant, "Keep that in mind, fluffy."
"That doesn't answer my—"
"Hi! How may I help you?" the assistant was more than happy to oblige as she blushed at Rukia's consort.
"Ah yes," she stepped up over the elder woman and whispered conspiratorially over her ears, and the white-haired male was left to seethe silently as they obviously kept on with their little schemes. He felt like a lamb to slaughter…in the most fashionable ways.
"Oh! That would be wonderful—" the raven head nodded, the maddening grin plastered on her face.
"Yes! We have!" the look in her violet eyes was something Toushiro did not want to see.
"Ah! Well of course! That would be fantastic!" soon she had converted the assistant into a crazed woman, like all others who felt like dress up was such a fun idea. If only he had the chance to run after seeing that both of them were—
"Right this way, sir!" he was then immediately hauled by the surprisingly strong bleached haired woman.
"Wait—what the hell--?! Rukia!"
"I'll be waiting at the lounge!" she waved gleefully (read: evilly) at him, "You have to model for me, okay!"
Oh. Hell. No.
Was this her…her—Dreadful Makeover.
What the--how could she do this?! How could she easily trap him!!
He thought she was bluffing, hell he thought it was just a joke but—
The white-haired male was chucked into a (dark) room as the assistant called in their personal tailor. And the personal tailor—
"Oh! What a cute little man we have here!" the hideous make up, the fake afro hair, the rouge lips, the fitting black suit completed with a red bow.
Oh. God. No.
Of all tailors…this should be illegal! He should've been lynched a long time ago! What happened to the traditionally/normal old, bald geezers!?
All Toushiro could do was cringed and back away as said tailor-man-from-space came closer to him, and the fucking assistant had closed the door on them! This was not good, this was not—
"Don't be shy," 'I'm fucking scared, you maniac!!'
"Uh—no-I—" he backed into a wall. Oh. Shit.
"Hehe, you're so cute!" the avidly characterized male tailor sauntered towards him, measuring tape in hand, "I don't bite." he purred, much to the emerald eyed male's horror.
"This won't take long…" his eyes gleamed brightly with a lunatic luster, as he snapped the measuring tape.
'Fuck it all…'
"Would you like some tea, while you wait, miss?"
"Oh," Rukia smiled amiably, satisfied at the terrified yells and colorful curses behind the other door. "Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you."
She crossed her legs as the assistant went and got her drink. She shook her head in amusement, as a distinct "Don't touch me there, you motherfu—!"
Who knew whitey had such a potty mouth, her smile turned out into a full blown grin as she busied herself with an Elle magazine.
'Sorry fluffy, but all my boys had to go through this…you're no exception.'
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Bahahahahah (cackles evilly) somehow this reminds me of some movie than I can't remember lol. But hope ya'll loved it! I certainly did! Thanks all for the revs! I feel very encouraged with all of them, especially to those who didn't skip a beat reviewing all chapters-you guys are the awesomest!! :):)