I must say, you guys are some serious Renji/Rukia haters. ^_^
Rukia ran down the street, trying not to feel annoyed when her gigai immediately started sweating and gasping for breath. As a soul reaper, she could run this way for hours and not feel a bit winded. But, of course, they had to make these stupid gigais all girly…
She felt her already red cheeks redden at the thought of Ichigo actually asking for her to come here, just so he could get on the damn boat! Didn't he have other girl friends? Orihime? Tatsuki? No, it had to be her that he dragged over to be his stupid date…
On the other hand…
She had to admit she felt flattered. He wanted her, so much that he'd asked for her to come all the way from the Soul Society…
Rukia felt a small smile spread on her face. Ichigo was going to pay for what he'd done.
Meanwhile, in Ichigo's Room…
Ichigo was in a panic. The party was in five hours, and he didn't have a date yet! What the hell was he going to do?
Of course… there was always…
'No,' Ichigo thought furiously, pushing the thought out of his mind. 'I'll only ask if there's no other possible way…'
Two Hours Later
Ichigo had asked every damn girl in Karakura Town to the party, and they all either weren't going or they already had dates!
He'd even asked Tatsuki, but Renji had already asked her to go! Ichigo didn't even know Renji was here in the World of the Living, let alone that he was such a quick operator.
He'd asked Yoruichi, but she was already going with Kiskue. That had been embarrassing, what with Yoruichi and Kisuke teasing him for not having a date.
That only left one person to ask.
Ichigo wiped the sweat off of his forehead, wondering why he was so nervous. Maybe it was because he knew Orihime liked him, so it made it tenser. Well, whatever.
Softly, he knocked on Orihime's door, praying that she wasn't home so he could leave a note or something.
No such luck.
She opened the door quickly, stepping out into the hall with Ichigo. She was wearing a pink ball gown that was extremely low cut, and her orange hair was piled up on her head.
"Uh, hi, Orihime," Ichigo said, trying hard to look at her eyes and not her chest. But it was hard. "So, I guess you're going to the party tonight," he commented dryly, finally forcing his eyes ut to her face. "Oh, yes, Ichigo! Rangiku picked out this dress for me!"
"I bet she did… uh, hey, are you going with anyone? Because my date ditched- I don't have a date, and I know you need one to get on or whatever. And we need to get that hollow off, you know…" Ichigo stuffed his hands in his pockets, feeling his face redden.
Why the hell was it so embarrassing to ask Orihime?
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ichigo, but I'm already going with Chad! He asked me two days ago."
Damn it.
"Uh, no problem. I'll figure something out."
Orihime nodded, giving him a quick hug and then ducking back into her apartment. Probably to get ready, even though the damn party didn't start for three more hours.
Ichigo sighed, turning around to walk back home. There was just no hope at all.
Three Hours Later
Ichigo wanted to die.
When he'd got home, his father had noticed his expression and asked what was wrong.
Stupidly, he'd explained about the hollow and the party, to which his dad promised to get him a date. Ichigo was very confused and had no freaking idea what he was going to do.
Isshin's solution had been beyond embarrassing.
Ichigo's date was… Yuzu.
His freaking little sister! But there was no way he could tell her no, not when she'd been so happy to be going to the party. And he did need to kill that damn hollow, fast.
Yuzu had gotten ready quickly, and Ichigo had to admit she looked beautiful in her green dress. But it didn't make it any less embarrassing.
"Come on, Yuzu, we've got a party to be at," Ichigo yelled, trying not to think of the embarrassment he was sure to face tonight.
Cliff hanger. Sorry guys.