Author's Note: So it seems I am going to be adding other little drabbley oneshots and making this a collection. I can't promise how often I'll update, but I have about ten oneshots written so far, so I'll update those as I please. I appreciate you all reading, and remember to take your time to review. (I won't hunt you down if you don't, but it's ALWAYS appreciated!)
I tend to write on the darker side, but here's more of a "humorous" ficlet. It can be taken as a full out AU or just a different first meeting between shinigami Rukia and Ichigo.
She was a beauty among beasts- and not to mention she had a great left hook.
Five men now lay on the pavement in agony- dazed, unconscious, and bleeding. She was incredible.
"Thanks… uh," I stumbled on my words. She saved my ass from getting beat and I didn't even know her name.
"Kuchiki. Kuchiki Rukia," she filled in, sticking out one hand and rubbing the blood from her mouth with the other.
"Kurosaki Ichigo," I replied, lifting her from the ground. "Thank you."
She dusted off her dress and smiled slyly. "It was nothing, Strawberry."
I felt myself cringe at the nickname, but let it slide- just this once. Other things were more important- like the blood seeping from her hairline and the shallow cut to her arm.
"You're hurt," I pointed out, eyeing her injuries. They weren't very serious, but I was still surprised she didn't even seem to notice them.
"I'll be fine," she assured me, waving her hand in a blasé fashion. She turned her back to me and started to drift out of the mouth of the alley. I couldn't let her go that easily.
"Oi! Wait," I pleaded, tugging on her hand. "My dad's a doctor. I learned a thing or two from him. At least let me clean you up. I can't just let an injured woman walk away."
She first gave me a flash of anger, but it quickly dissolved into a smirk. "You're quite friendly, Strawberry." She paused then yanked her hand from mine. "Alright, I'll go with you."
I snorted, pressing my hand against the nape of my neck. "And to think I pegged you as the stubborn type."
Before I could even react, I felt a blow to my shin. Damn. A great left hook and a strong kick.
What a girl.