It had been approximately 42 hours, 18 minutes and 38 seconds since the incident…
If you would call it that…
And both individuals had acquired various feelings, one ranging from disgust to amusement, and considering their personalities it wasn't that hard to figure out.
The white haired male had her back turned towards her, refusing to acknowledge the (evil) presence behind him who had just slipped some form of bribery on his side.
The nerve.
His eyes, lips, and brows twitched simultaneously.
Just two days ago he had been unceremoniously kissed…in public. In the fucking public!! Does it look like he's a contributor to PDA?! Hell no! To make it worse it had been completely accidental—she just had to haul him up and make a mad dash for it. Unfortunately, he also caught sight of the woman he loves…
The white haired male had never sprinted so fast in his life…
He prayed to all the deities (if there was one in his cruel life of seventeen years) to spare him, and for Hinamori to had never—ever witness such an apocalyptic scene
And now she had been nagging him ever since the incident, he had to leave their practice and dragged them both out to a deserted courtyard along the stairs behind another building. He had taken out three of the best fighters (and fifty others) today in Zaraki-shishou's training grounds (and in addition had to fight him after), and received the ultimate-mesh of name calling from his bratty kid, and now this woman had decided that she would complete the cake with a cherry.
Hadn't she brought enough tortures to him!?
"What. The. Hell. Is. This?"
He gritted, knowing that he'd been ignoring her for the last two days, and nothing will ever change if he won't at least express his anger, but he sure as hell knew that the evil bitch would get him to talk one way or another.
And it was better to do it now than later.
She quickly sat next to him, eyes wide and face a little too close for comfort as the latter backed away with an angry/surprised blush. "Holy crap…you spoke?" her violet eyes staring disbelievingly at him only to sent a vein appearing back on his forehead.
Rukia pulled back with a relieved grin as she patted him on the shoulder, "I know I'm a good kisser, but I never thought you'd be shock enough to go mute on me—"
Toushiro thought a vein burst.
Was this woman functioning correctly?! Couldn't she see how much anger and fury he had, that he could not hold a conversation to anyone at all for the past two days!! Where the hell did she get the idea that she was such a good kisser that—that-aargh!!
The white haired male decided it would be best to really avoid this topic right now before he does something detrimental to the younger Kuchiki.
"Kuchiki. What. The. Hell. Is. This?" he swore his teeth would give out any day now.
"It's a peace offering!" she beamed, pushing a basket of two watermelon fruits, with watermelon-printed towels, with watermelon scented bubble bath, and watermelon scrub ducky.
…
Oh…he so wanted to kill someone now.
Where was his raven haired dummy with beady violet eyes when you need one? He wouldn't mind chopping that off to vent his anger, too bad he wanted to do it on the real one. Ukitake-sensei was enough of a headache with his constant 'I'll-treat-you-like-a-son' attitude with him packing candies and lunches for the white haired male, it bordered creepy.
But this…this— a muscle in his lips twitched.
"You bi—!"
"Watermelon?" she shoved a pre-prepared slice of said fruit in his face as he decidedly glared at her.
"Don't change the subject-" he snapped.
"I'm not."
"Yes you are!"
"We're not even talking about anything—" and she had the gall to innocently bat her lashes at him.
Evil, bitchy-midget.
While he was mainly furious at the "accidental kiss" he was more or less,…-grateful?—to what she considered a rescue mission. And quite a failed rescue mission at that as she barely got their butts out of there before Hinamori had a full view of the scene. But waaaayyy besides the point—he was a victim here, dammit!
Emerald eyes narrowed as the white haired male snatched the fruit from her. Although he felt indebted, he also felt violated—so hell no he wasn't going to apologize for ignoring her,--she was the one who should apologize with all her schemes and—
"How rude," she rolled her eyes.
"Hmph," Toushiro stubbornly turned away from her once again, "Don't expect that I'll accept your apology."
"I come in peace, fluffy—" she held two victory fingers up.
"Shut up!" he hissed.
The raven head huffed. "Che, I think you're forgetting that I didn't say "sorry" partly because I have absolutely nothing to apologize for." She bit on the juicy fruit.
"Nothing to apologize for!?" waves of hot red aura of anger lifted his hair and clothes in windy ferocity. Was this woman truly insensitive!? Sometimes he wondered if he was really talking to a woman…with a brusque mind of a criminal.
Rukia truly did not know as to why fluffy was having this temper tantrum against her. It all happened two days ago, while it was quite an uneventful day—mind you, except for the—Oooohhh…that.
She grinned inwardly, pure delight etched over her features, as she put a placating hand over his shoulder, giggling lightly. "Oh, come on, whitey—I'm sure you've been kissed before!"
"…"
Her companion was quickly stoned, a cemented down statue.
It wasn't like he'd been kissed before right?
…
The raven head didn't think anyone this cute would go without being kissed before, this man should've been raped way before his middle-school…
…
Right??
A chirping bird answered in echo.
Violet eyes finally caught on…
'Are you fucking serious…?!'
"Are you fucking serious!?" she just knew that her eyes just gave out on her, "Wait…that wasn't your…" funny she'd never been hesitant before.
"That's not your first kiss—isn't it?"
Another bird chirped back in response.
…
The all encompassing blush, predominantly covered his face and carrying down to north, south, west and east whether in embarrassment or righteous vehemence, Rukia wasn't sure, but she wasn't that stupid either—
"Pffft—"
The raven head's face cracked, the white haired male was just too cute for words as she covered her mouth with two hands to make up for the tickling laughter making its way up her throat.
Too late.
"Bahahahaha!! Oh god—" but the traitorous hands clutched her stomachs instead. "Gahaha!! Oh—this is just too funny—ahahahaha!!"
"Glad you're amused." the white haired male couldn't take it anymore. So what that he's never kissed a human being before (except his pet cat, though he'd die a thousand deaths before he'd let that out) and had never experienced any intimate contacts with the opposite sex.
"Wait-ahaha—wait, fluffy!" the persistent, annoying, evil girl clung to his leg, while wiping her tears. "Sorry, sorry—you really caught me at a bad joke-ahahaha!! Next thing I know you'd be spouting how you're still a virgin!"
A spear stabbed him, right from behind.
…
…
"Huhu--ahahaha!! You're a virgin too! Oh god, this is too good!!" Rukia banged her fist on the hard cement floor, nearly falling off the stairs, as she held a loose grip at the white haired male's pants that glared at her into oblivion.
"If you're going to laugh at your own stupidity then I—"
"Wai-wait!! No, no, I'm serious!" Rukia finally coughed out the last bits of her laughing session, as she pulled herself up to a sitting position while tugging at the male's pants for him to sit back down.
"I'm sorry—ahaha- I never pegged you to be the virgin type. I mean you lived with Rangiku—" he shot her a 'try-to-bring-up-that-disgustingly-incestuous-topic-and-die' glare, as he pried her hands off of him and sat down a stair away from the annoying, and still giggling girl.
"Hmph, it's likely that you're a virgin yourself," the white haired male sneered. "Who would actually want you?"
"Ohoho! Au contraire boy genius," Rukia wagged her fingers, smiling mischievously at him. "You're forgetting I'm two years older than you."
"And two feet shorter—" WHACK!
"Why you--!?" the raven head nonchalantly thrust another slice of the juicy red fruit up to his face.
"Please," Rukia rolled her eyes as she took another bite at her watermelon. How in the world whitey finished his share so fast, she would never know. "Don't compare my experience to your puberty-forsaken height."
"P-puberty-forsaken!? Look who's talking!" Toushiro sputtered, wiping traces of the juicy liquid from his lips, all the while shooting murderous daggers at the raven haired female. "You rate second in height to Zaraki-shishou's kid!"
"So what? It's what makes me cute."
"You!? Cute?!"
"Yes."
"In Omaeda's sister's standard, yes."
"You consider her cute?"
"No! You know damn well know what I mean!"
"That I'm cute?"
"No! You egotistical bitch!"
"Yes, and a good kisser at that—"
"Naa!! What the hell?! Where did that come from!?" the rouge color contrasted perfectly with his white hair.
"Whitey, have you—"
"No! And don't you dare relive me of that café nightmare shit!" he pointed an incredulous finger at her.
"Oh come on! It's just your first kiss—" Rukia shrugged, further riling up the white haired male.
She seriously needed to get this out in the open. What had transpired two days ago had completely puzzled and sent tingling feelings in her stomach. Maybe it was the cheetos she ate that day and was having a slow indigestion, or the tea she drank went down the wrong intestine, but whatever it was…it just felt weird. And no, before everyone speculated that it was bunnies or butterflies hopping and fluttering over her stomach—psh-please, she knew enough science that they don't fit in there, and it certainly did not happen because of her (unprecedented) smooch with the white haired male!!
Aside from that, the raven head had never felt that way with her clients or any for that matter. And so in further conclusion, it was just an irregularity of her stomach and not some love-struck concoction of butterflies and goo in her tummy.
Not. At. All.
"Just—?!" emerald eyes pointed into dangerous slits as his brows twitched closely with a protruding vein.
"You're acting like a shoujo manga character-"
"And you act like perverted old man! This isn't a small thing to just—"
"Then just think of it as an indirect kiss!"
"Indirect kiss!! You nearly kiss-raped me!"
"K-kiss-raped!?" this time the raven head blushed, "It was an accident, fluffy! Did it look like I enjoyed that! Besides, those women were more than willing to "Kiss Rape" your ass," her air quotes hung suspended in the air, "If I didn't rescue your hide in the first place, you'd be their sex slave by now!"
"How the hell could I think of that as an indirect kiss? It's like having a smooch with a hippo!" the white haired male lashed back.
"H-hippo!?" her brows twitched sporadically. Okay, so she was wet that time, and she had her mouth open to retort to the red-haired bitch-but to compare her kiss to a hippo?! "How dare you?!"
"It's downright disgusting! I could be traumatized for life!"
"Don't act like I just took your virginity, whitey! It's just an accidental kiss for god's sake! You're not going to have a baby out of it!"
"You're missing the concept! That indirect kiss is like me and a toilet bowl--!"
"Oh, that's it!"
Rukia furrowed her brows angrily and narrowed her eyes as she stepped down to Toushiro's seat, forcefully yanking his arm and harshly turning his face towards her, as bewildered emerald eyes met determined violets. The raven head tried to confirm that she wasn't going crazy. She needed to prove that two days ago, the little warm, flittering feeling in her stomach was a combination of cheetos and tea waiting for diarrhea to ensue. Yep, that's right, nothing more and nothing less, that and she sure as hell needed to shut the boy up…
No one ever tried to insult her that way, and if fluffy wanted his first kiss to be "smashing" then hell—why didn't he say so?
And what better way to slap him back a good one right on the lips.
She would never live up to that indirect-kiss-hippo, and toilet-bowl-feeling, then why not prepare him for the worse?
In the span of 42 hours, 36 minutes and 52 seconds, the breadth of their worlds didn't matter.
Questions were raised without answers, doubts and fears dissolved, and neither didn't care, because indirect kissing never held any motives behind feelings waiting to be discovered.
This was just practice. That and nothing more…
…or so they believed, as the feelings buried deeply bursts yet again without mistake as the first one, creating another cosmos of colors—neither couldn't deny.
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Hmm…didn't particularly liked this chapter since whitey acted like a girl -.-, but on the last chappies he'll be a hawttie man for sure. BTW I hope that cleared everything up for now, I know I've been focusing on a lot of them, so next I'll have another filler chapter. And if you think it's almost over, think again! Muwahahah, these two are too stubborn to admit that there's going to be fire behind that spark eheheh!! Not to mention sexy bya-kun hasn't come into play yet, and the boys hadn't interrogated fluffy, ohohohoho!! Until next time my dear lovers-er readers!!
This chapter is especially dedicated to our Fantabalistic BBsoutaicho, and our very own -drumrolls please- youshallnotpass-taicho for her awesomeness as the sexiest taicho ever!XDXD and my ever cute and coolio 3rd seat scarlet-chan! You guys are my inspiration XDXD and for putting up with my bomb-happy insanity! Luvvles ya'll so muches with a BOOM!