First and foremost, 3/4 of this chapter is NOT "created" by (the lesser talent) narqy, (the orig. author) XD I kid! But rather (the best of the best lolz), I- buloy-sama XD. SO I humbly offer my advance apologies for any indiscretion or expectations I was not able to meet while creating the last parts of this story. Note that I have noticeably jumped some plots of the story because of my "standing" with the pairing, and my views as to where the story should take it next. But I do hope that this chapter will suffice. In due time, I'm sure narquotic will compensate for my lack of fan service. Thank you for your time, and enjoy the chappie!:)
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"So he been like this fo' sometime now, ne?" a silver-haired professor leaned casually on the windowsill, eyes obscured as he watched the scene below along with a couple of students and other professors.
"Yep, while it's a little creepy—it's so cute!!" a buxom woman squealed as she clasped her hands.
"Che, what's so cute about it?! The little chit nearly smashed my jaw!" a gruff voice followed suit.
"That's because you lack practice," a glint of glasses answered in return.
"Why don't you go practice sewing dresses! You pansy!"
"You're just jealous—"
"Naaa-!!"
"Ne, Kuchiki-san seems to be having fun." An auburn haired girl piped up as she skillfully placed an open palm to shut her boyfriend's loud mouth.
"Torturing the midget, of course she would." Blue hair glittered, as he yawned audibly, blinking blurry blue eyes.
"Yew shwouldn't bee lyke dat to Wukia! Gwimmy!" another childish voice incongruously placed in a very mature body of a woman smacked Grimmjow's head, whom in turn, glared and with an audible "Woman!"
"Actually she is having fun." red hair bobbed in agreement.
"How would you know?" jet black hair came into view as Tatsuki Arisawa raised her brows curiously at her boyfriend.
"She's a freaking sadist!" Ichigo pried his girl friend's mouth off him, "Of course she'd like to see someone suffer!" Yes, he had major experiences of such tragic "sufferings" in which he would always come home looking up like he got beat up by a dozen Sado's and not a pint-sized, razor-witted brat!
"Shorty's a total dictator," Grimmjow rubbed his head, remembering the same spot she used to whacked him with…with all the things she could get her hands on.
"Have you seen her land a punch to Keigo once?" Renji turned at Tatsuki, reminding her the first year that they were in high school in which poor Keigo (unknowingly) groped the new student. Needles to say, she broke her "schoolgirl" façade after sending Keigo out to the infirmary with a split jaw.
"Hn, Kuchiki-san does have a good aim," the onyx-eyed girl nodded in acquiescence.
"Good aim?! How 'bout a murderous attempt!"
"Or incidental deaths!"
"And extreme humiliation!"
"You guys are so rude!" Matsumoto turned sharply at the three boys scattered haphazardly lounging in her room (which was situated just atop the courtyard the two "couples" were having an argument). Her fist situated in her left hip as the other pointed at them in a reprimanding manner. "Heartless, little wimps like you couldn't have such fine women without Rukia-chan's help!"
Help?
All three boys objected the stand as star witnesses.
"Like it were rainbows and ponies dealing with that midget!" Renji bellowed, as the event of their younger days flashed through his mind. Going to a carnival and being chappy-faced-painted while riding ponies thereafter, totally ruined his reputation early in the stage of middle-school.
"Try having your hair bleached!" Grimmjow exploded as he consciously tapped at his hair. The hideous color giving him nightmares…You were not "badass" if you have such blue dye #40 as a fucking hair color!
"You insane!? She got me a broken rib!" Ichigo blasted as he pointed to where the broken bone was supposedly located when he…fell. Stupid midget poking him while he was on the windowsill…and took a damn picture first on her phone before calling 911!!
"Mah, mah, I couldn't really say she was that bad—" Ishida didn't finish his sentence as blue, rust, and honey colored '-shut-up-four-eyes' stopped him dead in his "rant of justice" or in more of Ichigo's terms, "Pansy Boy's Logic."
There was already enough logic or evidence (of possible mishaps) if Kuchiki Rukia was in the same sentence, and if an idiot would assume that she was a great help…then they truly have not known the Kuchiki Rukia.
"I think Kuchiki-san is great!" Orihime piped up, pumping her fist in defense. "The way she helped Ichigo and I achieved the pinnacle of love…"
"And the way I got a pinned barnacle in my ass…" Ichigo grumbled.
"Tch, if you girls worked with her, you'd know the pain!" Grimmjow stood up, shaking his fist!"
"She's sexist, Grimmjow! Sex—"
Tatsuki (as a member of the Seiretei Women's Organization) smacked her boyfriend in the back of the head. A vein popping in her forehead as Renji threw a few expletives, promptly shut up with a blow to his stomach.
"You have something against women now, Renji?"
"Every man has something against a woman—" Tatsuki sent a book flying towards Ichigo, as the three ensued verbal and physical fight among themselves.
"Neh, Kuchiki ain't that shabby," Professor Ichimaru slid in, grinning from ear to ear.
And all four eyes (yes, even Ishida) threw him a glare and a "'Cuz you think the same! You psychopath!"
"Why does ev'one associated with me is bad?"
Even Matsumoto gave him a funny look.
"Oh my god! Guys sssshhh!! I'm watching them make love here!" Matsumoto her surmounting valleys pressed at the window pane as she inwardly huffed at their absurdness while trying to adjust them.
"Eww!"
"Oh, stop it you three virgin Mary's!"
"Rangiku-chan, mind the children." Gin grinned as he slipped his arm around the buxom professor to pull her away from the window.
"Ugh! You pervs! Get a room!" Grimmjow blushed, quickly turning away and glaring at a particular wall.
"Wha' exactwy are yew thinking Gwimmy?"
"Nothing!"
"Perv."
"Shut up, Ichigo! It's not like your girlfriend's the ecchi type too, ya know!"
"What was that!?"
"Sssshhhhhh!! Shut up the both of ya!" onyx eyes gave them a piercing glare as everyone turned to their Romeo and Juliet…well as far as having the roles reverse and serious personality problems, Rukia and Toushiro were playing the part of a pretty good soap opera right about now.
Not hearing anything, the audience improvised their moves, sensing distress and overall anger from the raven head's visage and demeanor. Ichigo, Renji, Grimmjow, and Uryuu were so sure that Hitsugaya will be sporting blood tonight.
"I bet 20 she'll smack him."
"Kuchiki'll control'im down."
"Fifty, she'll kick him in the groin."
"I double, Hitsugaya will leave with a black eye."
"He ain't got the balls! I add five for shorty to drop-kick his ass!"
"I say she'll confess and they'll ride away in their castle together forever!"
"Wukia seemed angwy…"
"It's more like someone needs a bucket if you ask me."
"No, no, no!!" Matsumoto was going to bet all her salary for the month with this wild card. "They'll kiss!"
…
And the room exploded.
"Like that'll happen—!"
"Look!"
And on cue…
…
Four delighted gasps, one raised brow and another four guys resembling scream faces later…
…
"Holy shit..."
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Hitsugaya Toushiro had never been kissed.
And no, having that friendly/cuddly smooch with his pet cat—Snowy, was not in the list, because personally that was a master to pet kind of thing. He didn't count his parents, because rightfully…eww. And like hell he'd count the "café incident" two days ago as anything remotely kiss-worthy. And he was still in denial of his first kiss being literally manhandled and taken without his consent in public. He was still sore about that.
And this…
This was another one of those accidents.
A category that he did not wish to delve in, neither now or in his spare time, or even consider the defaults or setbacks, nope.
Hitsugaya Toushiro would not think about how soft and uncharacteristically sweet, her lips were, nope.
Hitsugaya Toushiro would not think about how smooth her face, and how his hands had suddenly wound up her neck, and how he felt her fingers tangled in his hair, nope.
And Hitsugaya Toushiro was certainly not reciprocating the kiss, nope.
Gaaah!
He quickly broke away, emerald eyes wide, chest heaving, and white hair mussed up cutely in different directions.
At least Toushiro didn't have to worry about his appearance. Kuchiki Rukia had the 'deer-in-the-headlights' look, violet eyes blinking rapidly and a surging blush over her face, curly raven hair spilling over her shoulders, with a few errand strays sticking out.
And no, he did not just thought of how cute she looked, and how much he'd like to kiss her again—
Aghhh! No! God no! Dammit! Focus, Toushiro, focus! Remember Hinamori! Hinamori!! Hinamori with her beautiful hazel eyes, Hinamori with her shoulder-length hair, Hinamori with her kindness, her sweetness, her whole being-ness!! Not this, not this—this thing!
Kuchiki Rukia is evil!
That snapped him out.
He should be furious, disgusted, violated—touched! He wasn't even supposed to have any contact with this…this—this person! This bane of his existence, the person he did not even have any shred of liking for!
But no, his thoughts were cut short when the woman in front of him suddenly leaned forward and thumped her forehead against his and breathe in deeply. What the hell?! He blushed, but decidedly kept his eyes closed as the raven head showed no signs of moving…or mocking him.
He was just too tired to argue right now, and this…this seems…nice. At least when she's not talking or blabbing nonsense and all that crap, Kuchiki Rukia could be quite peaceful, in an odd sweet kind of way.
"You know," she started, "I could teach you French kissing—"
Oh, there goes anger—
He pulled back and—THWAP!
"Oww!"
"You idiot!"
"Oh come on! Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that!?"
"…" he looked at her in petrified mortification, all beliefs of sensitivity from this woman gone from the proverbial window.
"Okay, fine." She coughed, and did she just blushed? "Maybe that was too risqué—"
SMACK!
"Oww! Okay! That's it! What is your problem, fluffy!?"
"That's my question! What are you trying to prove by-by-by ki-ki-kissing me!!"
"That's my next agenda."
Promoting herself from the toilet bowl kissing? Okay…nope, did not register in his brain.
"What?"
"You've passed my exam."
The hippo rates exam?
"Huh?"
"It's about high time I let you off on your own. To spread you wings and explore the—"
"What the hell are you talking about!?"
Exactly, what the hell was she talking about? She didn't even seem ruffled or the least bit…disturbed from their earlier…excursions. Not that he was thinking of such nightmarish thing! No, not know! But rather as to how he felt a little…weird over the fact that she didn't seem affected by the kiss.
Like…she'd done it before many times, with many others. And not that he minded! And no he wasn't jealous!
Rukia on the other hand…didn't know what to think. She didn't even know what came over her! All she wanted was to make her point across and to shut him up. What came next was a meld of colors and sweetness that she didn't even realize that she had almost deepened the kiss, before the white-haired male pulled back.
Such a thing never happened to her before, and the only way she could think of putting back things to normal, and to put them into focus was to steer clear of the event and to more important things. And that's because Kuchiki Rukia did not think that kissing this puberty-deprived idiot any fun.
Although he could've been a great kisser with a few practice and—ahh!
'Rukia! What is wrong with you!? What happened to don't mix business with pleasure!?' This is strictly business! Get it together!' Inhaling deeply, and erasing all nefarious thoughts pertaining to a white-haired male (but not completely) a devilish smile came over Rukia's face, as she whipped out two carnival tickets from her pockets.
Business will be business. "An exclusive date with Hinamori Momo."
Emerald eyes widened.
"And you will ask her tomorrow."
Oh no.
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Back to the shocked and temporarily dazed classroom.
"Did she just…"
"Yeah."
"What's his full name, ID number and apartment complex?"
"Why?"
"No reason," Ichigo gritted his teeth.
"Just…visiting."
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Two days later, Friday: 11: 27 AM. Three minutes to 2 hours Lunch Break.
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He was furiously scribbling down all the assignments for the coming week…granted it was going to be a holiday for the whole week in between semesters. Hitsugaya Toushiro will not pass up the opportunity to finish his duties as child-genius and of course…like hell he'd (rather) spend the day with that lazy, flea-brained, midget—
A soft tapped of a crumpled piece of paper caught his attention as it squarely landed to where he was taking notes. He furrowed his brows and looked up at the direction of where the paper had been projected and—
Found Kuchiki Rukia mouthing "read it," while a classmate from behind snickered. The incident from two days ago was left out to die somewhere from the back of his mind. He didn't even dared touch the topic or even think about it. It was now strictly taboo, it was just a nightmare personified into reality.
A really, really bad reality.
And now now he had to clear up another misunderstanding of how Kuchiki was asking him how "the night went." Why couldn't she wait for three minutes before the bell rings?!
Rolling his eyes, he discretely straightened the ball of paper and met with…sharpie red- painted, distorted bunnies…or were they worms? He couldn't tell.
Not if you squinted, or even tilt your head at a 90 degree angle, the bunny with frilly-like dress (that look like dead squiggles) and the halo over the exaggeratedly large head and banana ears was nothing but a headache for him to decipher.
And on the bubble note was short of reading a damn hieroglyphics.
What the hell was this!?
The muscles in his brow twitched as he grinded his teeth, scribbling back an answer…or rather a complaint, as he threw it back a swiftly as possible over his head.
—Kuchiki, I don't speak in stupidity.—
—Fluffy! You're no fun! -.- XDXD Sooo! You gotta talk to Momo-chan today! And don't you dare back out on me.—
The angry bunny was murderous to his eyes-added that to the red pen, Toushiro rolled his eyes and answered.
—I did not agree to that stupid plan of yours, don't bother me.—
—Yeah, you did!—
—I did not.—
—You did too!—
—I'm not going to have this argument with you, Kuchiki.—really, he was having a damn migraine just by looking at her doodles that was made by a two year old.
—But you will talk to Momo!—
—I won't.—
—You will!—
It was a furry of paper ball activity as both passed the other notes in such an inhumane speed.
But what came next worried him.
It stopped.
Or more likely…she stopped pestering him, it was either scary or that he was lucky, but knowing the raven haired girl…Toushiro could very well place the "too good to be true" phrase under her category.
As the bell rang signaling the end of the day, a knowing look came over her face, Toushiro blanched.
Making a quick bee line towards Hinamori with a gleeful, "Momo-chan! Can I talk to your for a second?"
The next thing was a blur of action.
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Ugh, finally! Though not so suspenseful a cliffie, but I hope I delivered it up to standards. I do hope the progress of this fic will come by faster. I hope i followed narqy's style of writing. -.- Lastly, I would like to thank the peoples from the Hitsu/Ruki Army, (all the wonderful people I've met) XD whom despite their persistence, they are dedicated and devoted to the hitsu/ruki couple. I must say, if you like the couple, why not join the Hitsu/Ruki Army? XDXD Well I hoped I didn't ruin my views for this story as far as I made it. lol, but I'm sure someone as brilliant as narqy could pull it off in the next chappie!:)
…If I love reviews, I think she'd be "in love" with it. XD