LC333: A whole month for an update. Sorry, I was busy (see above) with revisions. This chapter is the size of two chapters. Winter break's almost here, I'll try to type at least three chapters. Because of how this chapter plays out, I decided to put this note at the beginning.
Love to those who still favorite Unspoken Rule.
Love as well to: BlackRose786, spiritgirl1, ichiruki3 (yay, another 3!), and lemusj2012.
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Enjoy!
Chapter Four
If it were at all possible, I would have beaten Kurosaki to a bloody pulp. But that would have been too conspicuous to do out in the broad daylight of Karakura, making it difficult to take him right where I wanted him. People would have noticed. Nii- sama would hear of that incident, disown me, and worst of all, make me apologize to Ichigo. There was no way I'd apologize to him. It cannot happen.
I looked down at Ichigo, taking great pleasure in how he was tied up and unable to run from me. From the moment we ran into each other, some part of me knew Ichigo didn't seem like the kind of person to take something lying down. He, as I suspected, didn't go down without a fight. The first thing I had done when I had caught him was tie his mouth so no one could hear him struggling against me. I proceeded to bind his arms and legs so he could not fight me as I carried him off into the forest.
Our trip hadn't gone as well as everyone thought it would. Kurosaki had actually managed to push the boundary of my patience even farther than before. Soon enough we had started arguing and we ended up in an alley having round three of our argument royale; a hot topic being where he came up with 'White Blueberry'. Ichigo had ruined any possibility of ending this torment with words (the breaking point was when he commented that my brain development was experiencing the same problems as my height - short and underdeveloped), involuntarily causing me to tap into my vampire side.
The second I had shifted to my vampire mind set, I had already decided on my plan.
I was going to hurt Kurosaki in the best way possible, the best way I would get the most satisfaction, where I would be driven to the edge of sanity, where he would lose willingly and never regret it.
The both of us would reach nirvana.
Ask a vampire what was the number one thing they valued, they would all say it was their existence. That was why I valued the number one rule of my survival, the most basic survival tactic of them all: Blood is always a must.
Running to the most shadowed covered part of the forest I could find, I launched him right beneath a tree.
Hitting the trunk of the tree, Ichigo grunted a bit with pain at the force of impact.
I smiled as I approached; I might never have the chance again to relinquish my control.
He stared at me with hard eyes, anger shining with the visualization of strangling me. Ichigo kicked his feet until he was in a sitting position, his back against the trunk of the tree.
"Now you are going to know why you never anger a Kuchiki." I mumbled to him, sitting right on his lap.
Forcefully, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his face right next to mine.
I was going to quench two thirsts tonight.
The normal thirst for blood I always had when I was hungry and the thirst that began to consume me when I first caught his scent.
I valued my existence more than I did his, more than I valued the existence of anyone else. After this I would either erase this experience from his mind and never see him again, or continue being around him and make him forget every time I wanted a taste of him. The only hitch was with constant exposure, the sensation would linger for him. Ichigo would remember what it felt like since I hadn't put him in a trance like I had my other victims; he would end up trying to recreate the sensation only I can give him.
There was only one decision factor. The actions that would transpire after this encounter would define the action I would take.
Tired of prolonging the moment, I exposed the left side of his neck the smell of coffee hitting me hard. I could hear his heartbeat thrashing through his skin, taunting me to taste. Taking in a deep breath, my sanity slowly began to fade.
I gave him a predatory smile of pleasure.
Kurosaki's eyes began to widen when he saw the hunter in me emerge, heartbeat increasing ten-fold. If only he knew how much that enticed my senses. He began shaking his head and he tried to regain control over his movements, the anger returning back to his eyes.
Rapidly I leaned in and bit his skin, right where the pulse was at its most exposed.
I heard him let out a groan as my teeth pierced his flesh, his breathing turning heavy. His blood trickled into my mouth slowly at first, angering me. I was not in the mood to be patient anymore, now was the time for taking what I wanted.
Kurosaki continued struggling at the sensation, trying to move his body away from me. I grabbed his right bicep with my hand and – with a possible bruise - squeezed, restraining him from continuing his efforts.
Controlling him, my teeth dug in deeper, Ichigo twitched slightly at the discomfort, his breathing strenuous. This was no longer like my other feedings. The tame, controlled Rukia had gone on break – glad to be the one to take the back seat; the wild, fierce Rukia was ready to stake her claim – savoring her new found freedom.
The vampire in me enjoyed the power over Ichigo. Someone who had tried to dominate me was now at submission.
This moment might never happen again. I was going to savor every moment for eternity.
I glanced up at him for a moment.
Ichigo groaned once more, his face covered with some flush. Ichigo's skin had become really heated, almost fire to the touch. His pupils were slightly dilated at the sensation, delight covering them.
"For someone who was so opposed to this, you really seem to be enjoying it." I breathed against his neck.
His face reddened slightly at my words.
My lips brushed his neck as I smiled, reveling in the decadence.
I gave him a light bite on the pulse, teasing the skin.
Ichigo grunted slightly and tilted his head to the right, exposing more of his neck.
Chuckling I pulled away to look him in the eyes, our noses almost touching. In a dark, enticing tone that I was surprised I even knew, asked, "Do you want me to bite you, Orange?"
Ichigo's pulse skipped a beat. His eyes turned wide, stunned by my offer. The ambers mirrored his thoughts showing me he was pondering my offer. Tightly he quickly closed his eyes.
A brief second passed before he opened them again.
He looked back at me with ferocity, his eyes attempting to hide the plea behind them. He was attempting to rebuild his state of mind, trying to plan an escape from me. Ichigo expression also showed he was locked in a fight with himself; his desire against his resolve.
Wanting the odds to be in my favor, I grazed the bite with my fingers, nails giving it a light scrape. Moving my fingers, I held my mouth close to his throat.
"Do you," I whispered against it, my breath hitting his neck, hovering against the bite, "want me to have another taste of you, Ichigo?"
His pupils dilated completely, molding into the brown when I said his name.
The question I asked him was out of courtesy. We both already knew who had dominance, even if one of us was resistant. Ichigo needed to accept reality of who controlled this, the same person who was in control of him. I was the one who decided if he should experience that sensation again. I had the final say.
Teasing him, I ran my tongue over the bite and pulled back.
Swallowing hard, a hint of shyness covered his face and he looked down and stared me right in the eyes…
And nodded.
I smiled, delighted at my conquest.
I picked my head right up, tilting his chin. My eyes were locked on his as I began to dive right back in, ready to drive us both back to the highest of ecstasy...
"Oh, and don't forget to take Rukia to the pastry shop. You know she'll love Yuzu's treats..."
Take me to a pastry shop?
My eyes widened as I realized where I was, breaking out of my trance.
I was in the dining room with Renji and the Orange.
It was just a daydream?
The running through the forest and pinning Ichigo against a tree, tilting his head up, taking in his blood... was just a dream?
I sighed as Renji's voice gave me the last push out of my fantasy. That was what I wished I was doing, but there was no way that was going to happen. I told myself that I was not going to have his blood stain my lips, not a drop of him near me. Unlike daydream Kurosaki, my resolve shall not waver.
Still doesn't mean that you don't want it.
I shook my head slightly at the thought.
None of my dining companions had noticed that I was mentally gone for a while, which was good considering I could have jumped one of them then and there for breaking me out of my trance.
My thirst for blood had gone up significantly because of my mental lapse. My senses were now on edge, ready to strike if necessary. If anyone made even the slightest twitch, my instincts would kick in and they would become the next course.
Sneaking up on a vampire was not a good thing to attempt unless one had a death wish.
During my mental escape, Renji had decided to take it upon himself to tell Ichigo where he should take me on our little 'fun' sight - seeing trip across Karakura. Nothing about me was enjoying going through the torture.
What was Nii – sama thinking, sending me alone with a man (or should I say citrus fruit) that he only knew for at most an hour in a city that he hadn't even seen as well? Was he trying to get me kidnapped?
"Yeah," Ichigo deadpanned. "Sure," he nodded, Renji's words failing to reach his ears.
Renji's face fell, noticing Ichigo's disinterest. "You aren't even listening, are you?"
Ichigo shrugged. "Not really." he replied indifferently.
Renji sighed. "Could have told me sooner," he mumbled. "Where do you plan on taking Rukia, then?"
The million dollar question.
Everything in the room paused.
Though he kept his face impassive, the rest of his body had stilled. His hands had curled around the edge of the plate, hard eyes frozen on Renji's face.
Renji leaned back in his seat, wary of Ichigo's expression.
I kept my gaze casual as I looked at Kurosaki. Amber eyes became darker the second he looked at me, tongue running slightly over his bottom lip.
I knew it.
He already had something up his sleeve. I could almost see it. In his mind, was beginning to plan my humiliation all over Karakura. First he was going to act as if everything was fine, the both of us passive aggressive. We would put up a front in public. Then the second there was no one around, he was going to find a way to make me snap. Little does he know the strength of a Kuchiki.
Ichigo closed his eyes, his body breaking out of its frozen state. A smirk crossed his face, his body still tense. "We'll be around."
He wasn't even going to bother showing me around. The 'tour' was just a ruse. The only people oblivious to it were Renji and my brother. It must be nice to live naïve in a world full of deceit.
"Whatever," Renji conceded, his face showing defeat as he looked at me. "Just make sure to tell me what parts of town he shows to you that way if he leaves out the good spots I can take you to the ones he left out, Rukia."
With my rationality still clouded by my instincts, my next involuntary reaction came out of the blue - my actions barely registering moments later.
Smiling at Renji, I reached out and placed my hand on top of his and brushed it with my fingers, his skin was soft to the touch. My eyes started blinking faster than they normally do, fluttering up and down. Renji's pulse began to up and his face was becoming a light shade of tomato red. His expression became flustered, eyes dilating.
"Arigato, Renji," my voice becoming smooth and an octave deeper as I thanked him, every one of my senses tuned solely on him.
"S – Sure," he stuttered, "any time."
My smile spread a little wider, the whites of my teeth shining at him reflecting back at me in his eyes.
His body shook lightly, a hot shiver blanketing him. Renji looked hypnotized as his body seemed to lean in slightly to me.
All I could do was watch Renji lean in closer to me - enough to be in my personal space – when it dawned on me.
I had accidentally placed him under my spell when I was still on auto pilot from my vampire haze. I needed to think of something to break him out of this trance before he does something we will both regret. He would regret his action of approaching me in such an intimate manner and I definitely regret losing my control, making him take the blame for my lack of restraint.
"R - Renji -" It wasn't like me to stutter. I was at a loss of words. A Kuchiki was never to stutter. But I really had no words for this. What was I supposed to say in this situation: 'Stop because I put you under my vampire trance?'
Not with Nii- sama nearby or Ichigo as a witness.
Renji continued to lean forward little by little. "R- Rukia..."
The features on his face were so close to my eyes, almost to the point where they would begin to blur.
This had to stop. Now.
I looked down to the ground quickly to think of a distraction. Seeing my foot was close to his, I began to lift mine until it hovered right above his. Forcefully I began to feel the muscles in my leg start to aim down.
Renji's eyes began to close.
A sharp clink rang in the air as a silver fork passed right between Renji and me, landing on the wall with the prongs hooked into the wall.
The sound seemed to snap Renji out of his trance as we both turned in the direction the fork came from.
Kurosaki was standing up, mildly crouched, his entire body seemingly ready to jump over the edge of the table. His body was semi - crouched over, like he was ready to jump over it and beat both of us to the ground. With his metal chair tipped over on its side, Ichigo's left hand was curled into a fist, knuckles pressed tightly against the surface of the table; the right extended out in mid - air across the table in our direction. His eyes were wide with a slight undertone of insanity.
Renji and I stared at him for a moment. Kurosaki looked a little out of his mind with his spiky hair sticking up even more than usual like he had been pulling on it.
There was also something else in his amber hues, something I just couldn't find the words to describe. It made his eyes seem darker, sinister.
"Ichigo," Renji's voice was hesitant with his words, attempting to say them as if he did not want to break him. "Are you okay?"
Ichigo huffed out a heavy breath, still not responding.
Kurosaki's silence scared me - not that I would show it or anything, since Kuchiki's never show fear. Worried about him (not that I cared about Ichigo's safety, I was worried about the safety of Renji, Nii - sama, and I.), I tightened my hand into a fist over Renji's palm, trying to prepare myself for what Ichigo's next reaction was going to be.
Some part of me was still defiant as I said something that I shouldn't have at all.
"Kurosaki - kun?" I asked in my soft and sweet voice that he hated.
Ichigo jerked forward slightly and Renji and I lurched back in our chairs, the legs scraping against the floor.
Mentally I scolded myself for the lack of control and maturity. I just had to push his buttons.
He glared at Renji and I more, not breaking out of his stance. He opened his mouth; his teeth tightly gripped together, "What. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing. Renji?"
Renji tilted his head to the side, question in his face. "What do you mean?"
I moved my hand away from Renji's, still closed in a fist, and brought it to my side. I lowered my foot back down to the ground.
Ichigo didn't answer, puffing out more air.
"Abarai," Byakuya's cold voice seemed to break the room.
My eyes flashed to Ichigo momentarily, hoping he would keep himself in check. As long as he didn't crack in front of my brother, everything would be fine.
"Hai?" Renji asked, his eyes shifting between the three of us.
Nii - sama remained silent, observing the three of us. His gaze lingered on Ichigo and me.
I tried my best to avoid eye contact with my brother, keeping my line of sight directly on Ichigo. He was still standing, just staring at us in our chairs.
"What is going on?" brother asked everyone in the room with his monotone voice. His eyes shifted from Renji to me to Ichigo, waiting to see which one of us would answer first.
Oddly enough, my brother's cold words seemed to have melted Ichigo's posture.
Ichigo's arms fell slack and his posture returned to its usual aloof self. "Nothing," Ichigo answered my brother as he bent down to pick up his chair. "Nothing at all."
Byakuya didn't seem to believe his story as he turned to face me specifically.
I kept my face calm as Nii - sama's gaze poured onto mine. Even if he asked me what had caused Ichigo's odd reaction, I would not have known how to respond. Kurosaki himself couldn't control his actions for whatever reason to explain the outburst.
Nii - sama opened his mouth and Renji shot out of his seat.
"Kuchiki - sama, ready whenever you are for our meeting." Renji stated.
My brother closed his mouth, diverting his attention back to Renji. Byakuya closed his eyes and gave a slight nod. He turned began to walk out of the room with Renji as he trailed behind him. Renji shot us one last look of caution before he disappeared from our sight.
The air was thick and still as Ichigo and I sat frozen in our seats.
Ichigo and I were now alone. Alone together, him and I.
The sound of Renji and Nii - sama's footsteps were still in my ear as they took each one. Brother's pace of footsteps were still the same. I could tell by the sound of Renji's pace he was still nervous of having left the both of us alone.
Nervous of the orange, ticking time bomb known as Kurosaki Ichigo.
Warily, I kept my face even as I looked at Ichigo. He resumed eating his meal as if nothing had happened. My gaze was still on Ichigo as I took a sip of my drink. There was no trace of the outburst moments before anywhere in the room... except for the fork that was still lodged into the wall.
I put my drink down and then placed the last bite of food on my plate into my mouth when I caught Ichigo's gaze at me out of the corner of my eye.
Neither of us had spoken a word to each other. As long as we didn't speak, there was no possibility of another fork - or each other - flying across the room as we attacked one another.
The two of us locked eyes and stared each other down.
I placed my utensil down on the table and tapped my fingers lightly against the glass as I finished chewing my food. I narrowed my eyes at him and began to tap my foot in time with the fingers on the table.
"I can't stand you," I told him, my face echoing my words.
Ichigo's face did the same and deepened his scowl. "The feeling's mutual."
I glanced at the hall and went back to looking at him. I raised an eyebrow. "Stay on your side of the house and I'll stay on mine? That way, we see each other as minimal as possible."
He moved his jaw back and forth, contemplating my offer. "What do I get out of it?" he asked, his voice and body attitude becoming cocky.
His stance in the chair changed back to the one of power. Orange was overconfident in a house that was not his own. As he shifted the air around him moved slightly. His natural fragrance hit me again.
I curled my right hand around the bottom edge of the table, desperate for control. I needed to have full control before I spoke and his scent invaded my senses once more. I bit my lip and thought about the terms.
I needed to create this imaginary boundary line in the house. The less often I caught his scent, the less of a chance there would be of me wanting to maul him like in my daydream - delusion. My delusion; my blood thirsty, hormone induced delusion.
"You-"
I stopped when one of the attendants caught my eye as they walked in and began to clean one of the vases placed on a small table in the kitchen.
This attendant was my brother's personal attendant. If he was here instead of with my brother was for one reason only: my brother had sent him to watch us.
I directed my words to Ichigo, keeping my eyes on the attendant, knowing my brother had eyes and ears in the room, "I believe it is time we take our leave. You said you would take me out to see Karakura. As you said yourself, it is rude to refuse the request from a guest."
Ichigo quickly caught on, his gaze following my line of sight. "Hmm," he smirked, "I believe you're right."
Roughly we both rose from the table. I smiled to the attendant as we walked past him, knowing he would immediately inform my brother we were leaving the manor.
"Miss Kuchiki, your brother has a car prepared for the two of you on your trip. Shall I inform Kuchiki - sama of your leave?" Said attendant informed me.
I shook my head. "No, thank you. Nii – sama is busy and I don't want to disturb him. We will return later."
The attendant bowed, "Hai."
Ichigo was waiting at the front door for me, his arms folded across his chest, "About time."
I threw on my cheerful façade and gave him a sweet smile. "Thank you ever so much for waiting for me, Kurosaki - kun."
His appearance became one of torture, his eyes widening and showing irritancy. He grabbed the door handle and threw the door wide opened. "Let's go."
I hid my smile from him as I walked out of the house.
There was a silver car parked out in the middle of the driveway waiting for us. My brother's attendant handed me the car keys and I gladly took them. Despite the fact that I gained an unfavorable passenger, I had just received the key to my liberation. Even Kurosaki couldn't take that fact away.
"Have a safe trip, Miss Kuchiki."
I gave a slight nod back to my brother's attendant, walking to the car. Using the automatic remote, I pushed the button to unlock the car doors.
Kurosaki walked next to me, much to my discontent on all fronts. I aimed straight for the driver side door handle when there was a slight warm flash as Ichigo's hand appeared next to mine.
"What do you think you are doing?" I asked him.
My grip on the door handle tightened in time with his as the struggle for the driver's seat began.
"Getting into the driver's seat," Ichigo responded. "I don't know what you're doing over here, Shorty. Your spot is on the other side."
I waved the black and silver key in his face. "See this? I have the keys, therefore, I'm driving. She who controls the keys controls the car."
Ichigo scoffed. "The only way you're getting behind the wheel is if you're in a booster seat."
The metal of the car handle began to creak under my palm. This Orange was really starting to push his luck. Just because my delusion did not happen in reality did not mean that I could not make him submit to me in reality. I had my ways. After all, I made Renji submit and I wasn't even trying.
My grip lessened on the handle.
The memory of Renji's submission was ice cold water pouring down my back. It was the first time I had lost control of my vampire instincts. This time I had managed to stop it before it reached a high level of exposure. I had to keep myself in check. With Ichigo around that window of self-control was slowly vanishing.
My hand slid off of the handle. Kuchiki's did not submit, but we also knew to quit while we were winning.
"Since you offered to take me, you can also drive me around." I commented, tossing him the keys. "Here."
Ichigo seemed momentarily surprised by my actions, anticipating I would go on the defense.
Suspiciously, he took the key in his hand and eyed it breifly. He continued with his stunned expression as I walked around the front of the car and sat in the passenger side of the car. Seconds later he seemed to recuperate and entered the car as well. He stuck the key in the ignition and turned it on.
"So you came to your senses and realized I was right." Ichigo smirked. "Maybe there's some hope for you -"
"The only reason I'm letting you drive is because you and Renji wanted to take me. Therefore I decided you can at least be my chauffer." I retorted. There was no way in the world I was going to tell him I relinquished the keys on purpose; that would be giving him too much power.
The smirk became a scowl once more, making me smile on the inside. Score one for Kuchiki.
He pulled away from the house. We sat in silence as the house began to slowly fade from view. Neither one of us uttered a word. Once one of us opened our mouths the two of us were going to be heard all over Karakura.
We had made it to the tree I ran past when I snuck out last night when we both seemed tired of the silence.
I drummed my fingers on the armrest, my foot tapping in rhythm. I was watching the trees zoom by slowly outside the window when the beeping of buttons caught my attention.
Ichigo began to fidget with the radio, turning the knob to find a station he wanted to hear. The sun hit his hair, brightening it with the light. His orange hair glowed beautifully. It brought out his tan and caused the amber in his eyes to shine brighter, making his face attract -
I pressed my eyes closed tightly.
I should not and could not be having those types of thoughts aimed toward him. It wasn't proper on all fronts. Damn vampire hormones - making everything more intense and desirable - and human hormones - making everything more appealing and tempting.
My eyes wandered over to his hands. His hands were huge; soft on the outside, rough and callous on the inside. The more I noticed the detail of them; he suddenly became mature beyond his eighteen years.
"If I remember correctly," Ichigo stated, breaking the silence, "you haven't told me what was in it for me if I complied with your agreement."
I gave a slight nod, Kuchiki mask in place. "Very well. These are the terms. As long as we remain in our corresponding sections during the remainder of your stay, there will be minimal interaction between the two of us." With less interaction, there was an increased chance of me maintaining my control. "We will only see or interact with eachother when it is completely impossible for us to avoid one another."
Ichigo turned his face to me, his eyes darting back and forth onto the road. "I should agree with you? Because -"
I sighed. I had no idea what to offer him in exchange for his compliance.
"- I could have just told your brother where his little sister was last night and I would not have to see you at all. There would be the added bonus of getting you in trouble."
Those added years of maturity were wasted on him.
The car began to slow as Karakura began to come into view.
Closing my eyes, I tried to keep my patience. "What do you want, Kurosaki?"
"Nothing much, really." he replied. "Just one thing."
I gave a slight nod. In a diplomatic tone, I asked, "And it is?"
Kurosaki gave a dark smile. "During the remainder of my stay, you are to be nice to me."
Nice? He wanted me to be nice to him for the remainder of his visit?
"Of course, Kurosaki - kun!" I exclaimed in my sweet voice.
His eyes cut to mine, ignoring the road. "And I don't mean in that fake voice of yours."
My eyes narrowed at his condition. He was really going to make my life a nightmare. "Watch the road, not me."
Ichigo rolled his eyes, turning at the light. "Like I would really look at you, a white blueberry."
My eyes were frozen wide as his words rang into my mind.
The car jerked to a halt as Ichigo parked next to the sidewalk.
"Let's do this so we can go back already." he complained, pulling the key out of the ignition. He clicked his seatbelt off, the buckle riding across his chest and into his left hand.
"White Blueberry?"
Ichigo's eyes were watching me. "What are you -"
"White blueberry?" I asked again, interrupting him. It was that one phrase. That one phrase just made me want lose it. It stirred the anger in me just hearing it. I didn't like hearing it the first time and I loathed it the second time.
"What does that even mean?" I demanded. He might have gotten away from explaining it to me the first time, but not again. It was the second time he had called me that, and I still could not figure out what that meant or where he came up with that.
Ichigo cocked an eyebrow. "So that's what it takes to get you riled up? Those two words? Your brain must have the same problems as your height." he smiled coolly, "Short and underdeveloped."
Part of me faintly registered his words as my eyes began to react to the epiphany.
Isn't that what he said in my daydream?
I forced my eyes to return to a glare before Ichigo could register the movement. Staring at him like a deer in headlights was not how I wanted him to see me. I didn't want him to think I was looking at him, liking what I saw.
The daydream is nothing more than a delusion. An inconceivable, unreachable delusion.
All because of the Orange at the center of it.
Kurosaki was infuriating as company. He was insensitive, bossy, rude, and barely tolerable! I would never taste his blood.
Rebuilding my resolve, I reached out and grabbed his shirt by the collar, forcing him to move closer to me until his face was just inches away from mine.
My fury was fever pitch with those two words. The reason it bothered me was Ichigo thought it was the ideal name to call me. The other part was I had no idea what that phrase was supposed to represent.
"Answer my question, Kurosaki."
Tension in the car grew as he began to smirk, ready to challenge my authority. "Alright. You want to know why I call you 'White Blueberry'?" he asked, tone dark. He turned to me, giving me his full attention. "You are a White Blueberry because you are small like a blueberry and your eyes are the same color as blueberries - purple. The white part is because you are blindingly white. Get a tan."
Small and purple like a blueberry?
Blindingly white?
Get a tan?
"That's easy for you to say, Orange!" I yelled, composure flying out of the window. "If you didn't get a tan, people would try to bite you thinking you were an actual orange! What bottle did you get that color from anyways? Did you lose a dare at one of your kiddie school parties?"
"It's all natural!" Ichigo yelled back at me, his face millimeters from mine. "'Kiddie school parties'? How old do you think I am, three? I already told you, I'm eighteen! Legal adult age!"
His voice echoed in the car.
"Your actions speak otherwise, fool!" I retorted, glaring back into his eyes. Part of me noticed the anger in his face, making him fired up like his hair. "If you want to be treated like an adult, act like one!"
"Follow your own advice, Shorty!" Ichigo exclaimed. "Otherwise, you're always going to be mistaken for a child!"
I jumped out of the car and slammed the door closed, creaking as the car rocked. Ichigo barely closed his door as I went to the front of the car. My gaze was hard on his as he leaned up against the car.
"I refuse to have this idiotic, childish conversation with you." My voice was hard, exhaling hard. I needed to put an end to this tension, every second I was with him I felt wilder than ever. "Hurry up so we can end this and get out of each other's lives."
"For once, we agree, Shortness." he smirked, kicking off the door.
I bit my lip, close to drawing blood as I tried to restrain myself from attacking him. The wind blowing from his direction didn't help either.
"So," my teeth were gritted together as I began to walk with the Orange to the side of me, two feet away, "what are we going to see fir-"
"Ichigo?"
A sharp voice rang through the air, stalling our movements.
I gave a sharp turn to my left, following the sound of the voice.
There was a slight look of shock across Ichigo's face as he gazed at the person who had spoken his name.
A girl in a gray uniform smiled at Ichigo. Her hair was black with some purple mixed into it, tied up in a ponytail with a red ribbon. She had camel colored eyes, a shade too dark to be considered yellow.
"It is you!" she exclaimed, running over to us. She wrapped her arms around Ichigo into a tight hug.
She was touching him. She had her arms around him - around Ichigo.
His eyes widened momentarily before he gave her a light squeeze. "What are you doing here? I thought you were out of town."
"I was, but my family and I came back on short notice." she responded. She noticed me standing close by and pulled away.
She had no idea how close she had been to being attacked.
"And you are?"
Ichigo seemed to remember I was there and took a step back from her. "This is Kuchiki Rukia." he introduced me.
She gave another smile, her perkiness radiating off of her, and bowed. "Hello, I'm Senna, Ichigo's girlfriend."
My heart skipped a beat.
Ichigo's... girlfriend?
See you in January!~