Not 60, but so many people added the story to their author alert I'll let it slide on the presumption that they will review in the future.
Ichigo's face hurt like hell. After trying to explain to his irate midget girlfriend that he had been forced to perform several soul burials, a nasty lie, he had been forced to reunite with his body; of which, had been severely pounded for acts he didn't commit. Hence the foot print shaped welt on the side of his face. Lying back on his bead the strawberry hero could feel his eyes glaze over as he stared at the prickly drywall that composed his ceiling. His mind jumped back and forth, while contorting images as awkwardly flexible as a gymnast. His eyelids felt heavy and before he knew it the throb in his face had decided to link arms with the massive headache he was experiencing.
"COLD!" Ichigo cried sitting up a bag of ice falling into his lap. Looking around his eyes met Rukia's. Her hands gently placed on her subtle curves. "When had she left to get him ice?" he mentally questioned noticing that the expressions on her face had softened somewhat.
"I didn't intend to cause as much damage to your body as this Ichigo." She frowned noticing the imprint of her foot. Ichigo sighed and nodded.
"I know you didn't but it's not like I was going around feeling up women." Retorted Ichigo placing the wet icepack to the side of his face while motioning to a lion plushy struggling desperately to escape from several belts tied around his body.
"Forgive me." Murmured Rukia a hint of shame in her voice. The injured soul reaper shifted his weight on the bed beneath him before letting the dripping ice pack to slide down the side of his face and onto his clean sheets.
"It's fine." He retorted, several lasting bits of condensation drizzling down his red face and over the thick of his collarbone. Closing his eyes he let his head hang back trying to say anything that would relieve her and reassure himself that he had done nothing wrong. "I think…" He started his eyes still shut before feeling a small warm increase in the center of his lap. Startled he opened his eyes to see his small girlfriend curled up in his lap, her face buried in his strong chest. His left eyebrow rose several inches in question before he felt her mouth move and several muffled words escape her lips. "Oddly enough, my body is solid at the moment and there is no way I can understand what you're saying if you speak into it." Interjected the suddenly nervous youth. The shivering female form beneath him raised her pale hands and meshed them with the cotton that composed the front of his t-shirt. Her head rolled back and locking her violet colored eyes with his she spoke.
"I said I got jealous." She pouted in the most mature way one can pout. Ichigo's heart gave an uncomfortable jump up into his throat before he nervously replied.
"Why would you be jealous Mi..midget…" He began placing his large hands around the small of her back before continuing, "It was Kon. You know how he is with girls, I wouldn't…I wouldn't…That is…" Ichigo's words trailed off as he finally allotted his tired eyes to take notice of expression. His girl he had agreed to be with generally looked upset, scared, worried, and desperate to hear some sort of comfort from the person she called her lover. Ichigo pulled her closer placing his chin atop her shadow colored locks. "I wouldn't do anything that would betray you." Said Ichigo his eyes falling to moonless sky outside his window. The girl beneath him, though very comfortable pushed back on his chest a small smile now housed on her face.
"What if I protest?" questioned the youngest female Kuchiki as if searching for a particular response. Now realizing that what he had done today had been in bad taste he pulled Rukia into his chest one more before responding.
"All your protests will be rejected." He murmured knowing that there was no way he could go back to the school that housed the blackberry beauty.
-Several Miles away in a small apartment complex
Steam entered her room as Senna did, a small flower print towel clinging to the curves she had always found a bit below par. Making a small circle around her room she smiled before turning towards her full length mirror and bending forward blowing a kiss at herself. Her body remained in that position for several moments before she stood strait up slightly annoyed with how utterly unappealing she felt. Taking her womanly palms she pushed her, towel covered, breasts together as much as she could without causing strain.
"Why aren't you getting any bigger?" cried out the blackberry beauty completely unsatisfied with her lack of sex appeal. Fed up she allotted herself to fall back onto her plushy covered bed. Several teddy bears fell off the side but uncaring she continued to focus on her orange ceiling. "Why did I choose that color?" She questioned aloud knowing that nobody would hear her. Several moments of silence passed before she rolled onto her side reaching for her favorite pillow. Her soggy hair clung desperately to the skin of her neck as several drops of water escaped from her and drizzled down her form onto her strawberry print comforter. "I'll get to see him again right?"
My computer died recently and now I have purchased a new one. As so I can update without having to use my friends. Expect more. Review please. Sorry this one is short. And the skit with me doesn't get put up till there are 60 reviews and i can determine who won.