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Ichigo: "Really?"
Me: "Yeah tells me how I'm doing and what needs improvement."
Ichigo: "That…makes sense."
Me: "Of course it does. Now on to other matters." (pushes button)
*Large contraption comes out from the floor*
Ichigo: "What the f…"
Me: "Please Ichigo language. Now this my dear sir is my device that will help me conquer the wor…I mean freeze hell over. You remember it correct?"
Ichigo: "Ahh yeah…I guess."
Me: "Hmmm I think it will be complete in… I don't know hmmm."
Ichigo: "Oh fuck this is real!"
Me(hits): "Language I say! And of course it's real. Now it will be complete the same time that this story comes into conclusion."
Ichigo(sigh of relief): "Oh good that's going to take a while."
Me(Knocks unconscious): "Pft yeah right don't listen to him. Still needs work though. ANYways….onward to the next chapter!"
Chapter 11
"Alright let's get to work! And try not to mess up that much on the first day. Remember we have a guest." Yoruichi started barking out order while Byakuya stood by her side staring intently at the stage with a blank expression.
The room was filled with excitement. Everyone was excited and nervous at the same time. This was the perfect combination for mistakes to occur. Many of them said the wrong line, at times the lighting was off, and occasionally someone would come in too early or they would go on the stage even though they are not a part of the play(*cough Keigo cough*). Despite all of this things were going smoother than Yoruichi had anticipated. Everyone had a chance to show their potential…well almost everyone.
"This is stupid! How long is she going to postpone our parts?" Ichigo whined.
"Someone's impatient I didn't know you liked theater this much," Mizuiro said without taking his eyes off his phone.
Ichigo glared at him, "Shut up Mizuiro that's not it. I just want to get this over and done with already!"
"Calm down Kurosaki no need to be such a drama queen," Uryuu said smirking.
"Easy for you to say. You don't have to play a part you didn't want to do!" Ichigo smirked at him, "All you have to do is play with your sewing kit and make pretty little dresses."
Uryuu turned red with anger, "Hey it's not as easy as you think it is." He stormed off.
"Guys let's just all calm down before something happens," Keigo said as he casually placed his arm around Ichigo's shoulders, "I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings but we all know that I'm the most important person in this play."
Ichigo rolled his eyes and shrugged Keigo's arm off, "Yeah cause working the spot light is so important. You can't even do that right! Which reminds me."
Keigo didn't have time to blink before he was put into a head lock by Ichigo.
"What…was….that…for?" Keigo managed to choke out.
"It's for dropping the stupid stage light!" Ichigo tightened his grip, "Rukia and I could have gotten hurt."
Mizuiro heard this and gave Ichigo a curious glance, "Rukia? It sounds like you were worried about her safety. I thought you hated her so why should you care. Did Rukia become Ichigo's Juliet? How sweet."
Ichigo released Keigo and directed his anger at Mizuiro, "That's not it! It's just…it's just…I don't have to explain myself to you."
Keigo, who was having trouble breathing, gave Ichigo a knowing look. He got off the floor after regaining his breath and gave him a goofy grin.
Ichigo stepped back in confusion, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Keigo snickered, "Now I get it."
Ichigo glared at him, "Get what?"
Keigo started laughing, "Ichigo you sly dog you. Now I get why you want to get on that stage soo badly. You say it's because you want to get it over with but that's not the truth."
"What are you talking about?" Ichigo said through clenched teeth.
"I can see right through you. What you really want is to have sweet Rukia's lovely full lips and curvy body all to yourself," Keigo wiggled his eyebrows, "You're soo mean you know. I bet you won't even share her with your best friend Keigo."
Once those words escape his mouth Keigo went flying across the room and landed with a loud thud. He didn't get up.
Mizuiro shook his head in disappointment, "Violence doesn't solve anything Ichigo."
"Shut up," he gritted out. His face was beat red.
Mizuiro just shrugged and continued to text, "But you know there is one flaw to Keigo's assumption."
"I said shut up."
He ignored him and continued, "You can't have her all to herself cause her brother is standing right over there. You have to be suicidal to try anything. Honestly there's something off about that guy."
"Shut up," Ichigo yelled causing Mizuiro to look at him with shock, "I don't give a damn about that asshole."
Mizuiro looked at him with a bewildered expression. 'He said that as if he already met him. Wait does that mean that he really was thinking of doing something with Rukia? Of course not. What am I thinking? After all he's not…' He looked at his unconscious friend and ended his thought. '…Keigo.'
It looked like Ichigo wanted to say more but he was interrupted by Rukia's sudden appearance. Mizuiro was slightly flustered as he did not see her coming.
Rukia just smiled at him, "Sorry Mizuiro but can I borrow Ichigo for a second?"
"Yeah sure he's all your," he responded smiling back.
Rukia then took Ichigo forcibly by the hand and dragged him away. Once they were a safe distance away she lost all of her sweet demeanor.
"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed, "Don't say anything about what happened yesterday you hear! I will castrate you with my bare hands if you do! Don't test me Ichigo Kurosaki!"
Ichigo rolled his eyes, "Yeah whatever! Like I would even talk about that. It get me mad just thinking about it. And will you let go of my hand already!"
She quickly let go of his hand as if it was an infectious disease, "oh right sorry."
"So if that's all you wanted to say then I guess I'm leaving," Ichigo said as he turned away to leave.
"Wait there's one last thing," Rukia hesitated, "I want to know what happened to you yesterday. Why were you behaving that way?"
Ichigo didn't respond and looked at his feet. He was debating whether to blow her off or to tell her the truth. He looked at her. She had a worried expression on her face.
Ichigo sighed, "I don't know. I don't really remember what happened."
The truth.
Rukia opened her mouth to respond when Yoruichi called her name.
"Rukia come here for a second!"
"Okay I'm going," she responded before looking back at Ichigo, "So you really don't remember?"
Ichigo just shook his head without looking at her. She believed him.
Rukia tried to liven up the mood. She chuckled, "So you don't remembered the kiss right?"
A smile formed on Ichigo's face as he looked at her, "No I remember THAT part."
"Rukia!" Yoruichi yelled impatiently.
"Better start running Kuchiki," Ichigo said smirking while never taking his eyes off of Rukia.
She laughed despite herself, "Mind your own business Kurosaki." She turned around and went to see what her teacher wanted. She can feel Ichigo's eyes on her but surprisingly she didn't mind.
"Ah there you are. Took you long enough," Yoruichi said with a playful smile.
"Sorry. Is there something I can do for you?" Rukia asked using her school girl voice.
"Yes I would like you to get on that stage and show our guest," she motioned her hand at Byakuya as she said this, "why you got the art and the others didn't. I think I've postponed it long enough." She gave her a grin that further highlighted her feline features, "Oh but first you should meet your understudy."
Suddenly Senna came out from Behind Yoruichi and smiled brightly at her. Rukia returned a weak smile but she wasn't very happy that Yoruichi thought something would go wrong seeing that she picked her replacement just in case.
"Hey Rukia! I'm here in case theres any reason you can't be a part of the play. Not that I would want that to happen but you can't too prepared I guess," Senna said noticing Rukia's displeasure.
"Oh okay," Rukia smiled despite her feelings, "Nice to meet you. Um does that mean that Ichigo will also be having an understudy?"
Yoruichi laughed, "of course not. If he did that idiot would have made any excuse to get him out of this and I can't have that. No matter what happens he's still going to play his part even if he's missing all of his limbs." Yoruichi continued to laugh.
Senna laughed with her, "By the way who's this Ichigo that I keep hearing about? If I'm Rukia's understudy then I should I least get to know the other lead role that may even become my love interest should something go wrong."
"He's over there," Yoruichi said pointing over her shoulder, "You can't miss him. He's the one with the spikey orange hair."
"Really?" she went silent when she saw him, "Wooow…is that really him?"
Rukia gave her a wary look, "Yeah that's Ichigo. Is something the matter?"
Senna looked at her blushing, "Are you kidding? You're one lucky girl aren't you Rukia?" She playfully nudged her.
"Can that boy act or will he fail and bring everyone else down with him?" Byakuya asked speaking for the first time. He stared at Ichigo with a sour expression. 'It can't be.'
"You boy come here," Byakuya commanded.
Ichigo stopped what he was doing and turned around. Irritation was evident on his face. 'Who the hell…?' His irritation turned to anger when his eyes met Byakuya's. 'Oh great. What does this asshole want?' He slowly walked towards them. Trying but failing to calm himself.
Rukia looked nervously at her brother then at Ichigo. 'Why is brother acting strangely? And what is with that look his giving Ichigo? This isn't good. Hopefully Ichigo won't say anything about yesterday or else I'm going to…'
"Ichigo Kurosaki," he said as he walked up to Byakuya and offered him his hand. He glared at him as he waited for a response.
"Byakuya Kuchiki," he shook his hand and gave him the same heated stare that he was receiving. They stood like this for a while until Senna interrupted them.
She jumped in front of Ichigo and went on her toes so that her face was only inches from his. He tried backing away but she forcibly held him by the chin. She turned his face side to side as she inspected him with great intensity. His face turned blood red. Senna noticed this and smiled.
"Yeah you'll make a perfect Romeo. I can easily tell but we're going to have to get rid of that shyness of yours."
Ichigo stared at her, "What are you…"
He didn't have a chance to finish before Senna forced his head down and planted his lips on hers. After what seemed to be a long five seconds Senna released him and smiled at her accomplishment. An eerie silence followed.
Yoruichi broke the silence, "Come on let's not waste any more time. You two get on that stage and act out Romeo and Juliet's first meeting."
Ichigo and Rukia wordlessly followed orders. Rukia looked somewhat angry.
'What the hell was that? How in the world is that going to help? She probably made things worse. Who can concentrate after some stranger kisses them without warning? Wait do I sound like a hypocrite? No I did it for a valid reason and I helped. *sigh* Why do I even care? Just focus!'
Rukia quickly got into character. She let go of her previous thoughts and put her focus solely on her acting. Ichigo did surprisingly well with his lines but he was hesitant when it came to the kissing scene.
Yoruichi sighed, "Come on Romeo she isn't going to bite. And we all know that this isn't the first time you have kissed a girl in public so don't even try to use that excuse. Just…"
"That's enough for now. I think you have proved you are up for the challenge," Byakuya said interrupting her. Byakuya continued to give Ichigo the heated stare as he and Rukia got off the stage and walked towards him.
"What do your parents do for a living boy?" Byakuya asked bluntly.
Ichigo's eyes twitched when he heard him call him boy again but he answered despite that, "First I'm pretty sure I said my name is Ichigo and not boy. And if you really want to know my dad runs his own clinic and my mom is dead."
Byakuya contemplated before he spoke, "Now that I'm done her I'll be leaving." He left without a single goodbye. 'I thought I recognized his voice. He's that rude brat from yesterday and also…' he took one last look at Ichigo as if to confirm something. 'He's definitely Isshin and Masaki's boy. All these years I thought he died with his mother. What a pity.'
Author's Note: Finally I was able to type this thing up. Man I have been soo busy these past days.
Ichigo: No you haven't you've just been getting so damn distracted.
Me: Yeah by family. Geez my family is important to me and if you don't understand*sniffle sob* then…I… don't
Ichigo: Whoa wait no don't cry I didn't mean it. I'll do anything just stop.
Me: Anything?
Ichigo: Yeah sure…o.O;;
Me: Good just open that crate!
Ichigo: Okay…where did that come from? *opens crate and steps back* It's empty.
Kenpachi: Hey there Ichigo*evil grin*
Ichigo*sweat drop*: Uh uh how did he get here? Whoa wait put away the sword! I don't want to…ahhh!
Kenpachi: Come back here and fight like a man!
Ichigo: I don't even have a weapon! Get away you psychopath!
Me: Haha Ichigo you should have known this was coming. I mean why would I cry over something you said? *laughs maniacally* Anyways that's it for now. And remember…
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