Okay. So I put my player on shuffle and started writing. Here are the products!
Drops of Jupiter: Train
Ichigo sat with Rukia next to him. It was late at night, 1 am maybe, 2 am? He didn't know. They had just finished going out on a mission to kill a few hollows. He looked down at Rukia, Rukia leaning on him. Just then, Rukia gave a gasp.
"Look! Look! A shooting star!"
"What?" he asked looking back up from her up at the sky. Indeed, there went a flash of light, skating across the heavens. "Woah…"
"Pretty isn't it?" she said with a smile.
"Yeah… reminds me of you."
"How so?" she asked, sitting up and looking at him.
"W-Well… I mean…" his faint was powdered with the lightest of blushes. "Because there's a quality about you that's rarely seen, and if someone gets to see that side of you, they're lucky, y'know?" he said.
"No, I don't know. Elaborate for me." She practically ordered.
"Well, its that smile of yours…" he said quietly.
"Is it?"
"Mm."
Curse of Curves: Cute is What We Aim For
Damn. Her body. Small, but… curvy. It was a spell. He reached out to touch it and she smacked his hand.
"Now, now, Ichigo. No touching. We're in someone elses' house!" she scolded.
"Sorry, its just that midnight blue dress on you… man. It hugs your features too nicely. Who gave you permission to wear that in front of anybody but me?" he said. She only laughed.
"I did, thank you. It's a Christmas Party. I figured I'd lighten up and wear something a little sexy."
"Well bring you and that sexy home with us so I can get a little taste." He teased, wrapping his arms around her from behind, nipping at her ear. Rukia laughed.
"Ichigo!" she scolded.
"I don't think Urahara cares. I don't think Yoruichi does either. They actually gossip about it."
"Oh shut up."
Crushcrushcrush: Paramore
"You liar!!" she yelled.
"No, Honey, really, I didn't do anything! It was her idea!"
"Her idea my ass! Do you know how many times women hear that line and it's a lie?!"
"But it's seriously not my fault this time!" he said.
"THIS TIME?!" she screamed. "Oh give me a break!!" she growled angrily, grabbing her coat and slamming the door in front of his face.
(sorry this ones shorter my Microsoft Word froze up on me twice and wasn't working. Sorru!)
Camisado: Panic! At the Disco
"Ichigo!" gasped Rukia in shock. She saw him carted down the hospital hallway, his chest mostly wrapped up in gauze and bandages, red everywhere. His face painted the very image of pain.
"Oh my…Ichigo…" was all Rukia could say as she covered his mouth and he was wheeled into surgery.
He lay in a bed, an oxygen pump helping him breathe. Rukia slept next to him, holding his hand desperately, waiting for him to wake up from the post-op.
His eyes slowly opened, looking around at his surroundings, trying to focus but the bright lights weren't helping. He felt a pressure on his hand.
Hero/Heroine: Boys Like Girls
He had only wanted to save her. That's all he could think about. Somewhere, she was willing to die. But she didn't need to. She had a reason to live: him. He wanted to be her hero.
So, as he held her up in his one arm, he could feel the fact that she had lost a lot of weight. Had she been eating? He hoped so, but it was obvious she hadn't.
"I came to rescue you again, Rukia. And this time, I'm going to succeed."
"Fool… I told you not to come back." Was all she said. He gave a small laugh and a smile.
"I know. I know. You can yell at me later." He said, holding her to his side a little closer.
"Quit carrying me like a sack of potatoes at your side." She snapped. He laughed again.
"Bossy much? That's no way to treat your hero." Said the orange haired boy.
"Who said you're my hero?" she asked.
"Me." He said as he shifted her to hold her bridal style, then stole a kiss from her.
Wow! The timing on a lot of these was practically perfect. Especially the last one, so I guess I was lucky. I was bored and hadn't posted much of anything in the past year. I actually have a finished story, but it's long. O.o I'll post that asap.
Well, wait for me a little longer guys!
-Hana