Chapter 14: Popcorn Anyone?
Disclaimer: If I did own bleach, the unknown Shinigami in the recent chapters would be Byakuya trying to get Ichigo's powers back for Rukia's sake... I really hope Ginjo's right about his Shinigami badge shocking his sleeping reiatsu awake...
*Another thing before we get this show on the road. I will be writing down some clips from Ichigo's awesome samurai flick but I don't really want to put the whole thing there since the his leading lady is Orihime and it would be Ichihime which would be pretty gross... I will digress and keep clips short. And I will skip scenes. So let's just focus on Rukia's lovely reaction to the intimate scene in the movie! Hehehehe... What shall I do to you Rukia?
It helps to imagine that it's Rukia instead of Orihime. Oh, please pardon the grammatical errors I will fix them eventually.
"I swear... When we saw that dress in the usual store, I knew it was made for you!"
Rukia examined herself in front of the mirror as her best friend was busying herself with admiring just how perfect the dress they had found was. Perhaps it was nothing compared to the dress that had managed to steal Ichigo's breath away but it was still something. Maybe she could steal his breath once more. Rukia turned around to check the back of her dress. The back was simply such a tease. The fabric only begun to show where it counted. Still, this wasn't a party. It's a premiere, you strut and not have the press harass you on the tabloids over how inappropriate your dress was. Rukia and Momo had decided to go for black this time since black was sexy after all.
"I know right! This is just so perfect..." Rukia squealed back. Yes, Rukia Kuchiki squealed.
"Oh Rukia... We just need to put on your make up and fix your hair a bit and Ichigo would be groveling at your feet like a certified personal bitch." Momo giggled mercilessly.
Rukia chuckled deeply in her low velvety voice. "That's an idea I openly welcome." she replied.
Momo sighed enviously. "I wish I could go... It's just too bad that you have a cast. The reporters would have a field day."
Rukia admired herself some more. She was so worth it now.
Momo grabbed a chair and got Rukia to sit. She grinned helplessly. "Gosh... You're just so beautiful right now Rukia. Now as your best friend, would you allow me the honor of doing your make up?"
Rukia smiled at her friend. "Of course Momo, of course."
Momo giggled as she got the small box where all the makeup was. "Since you're skin is always flawless, there's no need for foundation. We'll just put a bit of mascara and perhaps some blush and a little lip gloss."
"Oh Momo... You'll look just as gorgeous if you had a dress and some makeup you know. You have the perfect complexion too. You'll have Toshiro awestricken 24/7. I'm even betting that he'd be more than willing to become your slave." Rukia complimented.
Momo laughed. "Now that does sound appealing now doesn't it?"
"It is appealing. Though it depends, just what do you do to your slaves?" Rukia asked suggestively.
"You have them of course... Oh Shiro... I just love seeing him in a tux you know. He's just so so handsome..." Momo sighed as she slowly drifted to her dream world.
Rukia smiled and went along with Momo as Momo did the finishing touches on Rukia's face. While humming an upbeat tune, Momo then began to fix Rukia's hair. "Thanks for doing this for me Momo."
She shook her head. "You don't need to thank me but if you insist then can you give me two free tea combos?" Momo bargained.
Rukia sighed fitfully. "Alright Momo..." she accepted begrudgingly.
"You don't sound all that willing." Momo replied in a disappointed tone.
"No no, I'm willing." Rukia corrected.
After a few more finishing touches, Momo took two diamond earrings from the drawer and placed them against Rukia's ears. "What do you think?" Momo asked seeking Rukia's approval.
"You have such impeccable taste as always Momo." Rukia praised.
Rukia had already half expected that the press would talk about her cast and her injury. The tabloids would create stories about how it happened and some would make it sound like a serious scandal when nothing happened. That's just how pathetic tabloid reporters are. Everything they write is a load of bull. That's not all though, there's also Ichigo and why he was helping the Kuchiki princess. Rukia breathed in deep and thought of what to do when the media would strike as usual.
Once Momo was through with Rukia, Rukia was dazzling. She truly lived up to the name princess.
Momo sighed enviously once more. "Oh how I wish I could come..."
"I'll try to get you to come next time. It's not easy though since it's my brother who has the authority." Rukia replied with a disappointed expression.
Momo shook her head no with a bright smile. "You don't need to feel bad. But if you date Ichigo, he might just invite me." Momo grinned suggestively.
Rukia shot Momo an icy glare. "I don't like hearing the word Ichigo and date in the same sentence."
"Sure you do." Momo scoffed as she returned everything she had borrowed.
Rukia scowled. "No I don't." she shot back stubbornly.
"Why yes you do. Aside from date and Ichigo, you also enjoy hearing kinky sex and Ichigo, boyfriend and Ichigo and other things related to Ichigo." Momo defended her argument.
"Oh what do you know? It's not like you live with that ass." Rukia shot back bitterly.
"My job entitles me to looking into people's heads. Though I'm not saying you have some mental illness or anything. I'm just saying I know how you think."
"I know that. Sometimes I hate just how right you are." Rukia sighed as Momo began to grin from ear to ear. She let out a giggle.
"So you do imagine having kinky desk sex with Ichigo." Momo grinned.
A scarlet blush stained Rukia's cheeks as her brain had generously given her a mental image to examine. Rukia shook her head as the mental image haunted her.
"Shut up Momo. I thought desk sex worked in offices." Rukia said in attempts to redeem herself.
"True... If you ever go back to being a lawyer, feel free christening Shiro's desk. Or even better, when you officially work for your brother in an office and Ichigo comes to pick you up, you can have hot sweaty afternoon forays." Momo sighed as she imagined the concept in a dreamy look.
Rukia's blush became even more evident. "Can we stop with the sex talk. Please?"
"Aww... Trust me Rukia. You'd be more than willing to talk about it once you finally get laid." Momo said as gave Rukia the guilt trip look.
"Oh Shut up Momo."
Momo only giggled as she took Rukia's hand. After becoming accustomed to having the cast, Rukia found a technique where she could stand on both of of her legs without hurting her broken one. Though she had to get this brace on her cast in order to last through the premiere without crutches. Momo helped Rukia to the door to her room. "Come on, let's get you to your prince charming."
Rukia blushed hard. "He's not my prince."
"Oh Rukia. Would it kill you to stop denying anything for a day?"
"I'm not denying anything Momo..." Rukia replied stubbornly as she shot a glare at her best friend.
Momo laughed it off as she helped Rukia out of the room. Once they had gotten downstairs, they were met by Ichigo. As soon as Ichigo looked at Rukia, his eyes widened as his jaw literally dropped. The two women notice that his breathing was moving at an uncomfortable pace as his blazing amber eyes stayed fixated on Rukia.
He was pretty handsome himself. He looked sharp in his midnight tux and he had a silk white neck tie. His flaming orange hair stood out so much more and his face had his famous handsome scowl upon it. He looked like a gentleman actually.
"H-hey Rukia. The limo would be coming in five..." he squeaked nervously.
She smiled with her gorgeously sinful lips. "Is that so?"
He swallowed thickly. Was it possible for the same woman to steal your breath away twice? Why do people look so much more dazzling when you realize that you actually like like them? "Y-you look beautiful Rukia."
A light blush surfaced on her cheeks. "You look quite handsome yourself."
Ichigo blushed slightly as he involuntarily scratched his cheek. His scowl had transformed into a bashful smile.
The moment was broken when Momo had begun to whine. "Get a room... All this cheesy crap is sickening." she whined.
Both Ichigo and Rukia glared at Momo but Momo simply shrugged it off. This woman was already immune to most glares so the glares didn't serve their purpose. The couple sighed as Momo helped Rukia get off the last few steps. Once she and Ichigo were on the same ground level, Ichigo took the initiative and took Momo's place. Time for him to do his job.
"Momo, you can go home now." Rukia told her best friend as she clung onto Ichigo's arm. Just how much did this man exercise anyway because his biceps are freaking hard.
Momo nodded as she picked up her stuff from the table. She put her coat on then her bag before she went to the door. She looked back and smiled. "Have fun." she said as she exited the cafe.
After a sudden gust of cold air, the door closed and the room had begun to warm up again. Two hearts raced in the room and the heat rising wasn't from the heaters.
They couldn't look at each other straight anymore out of fear that they might do something they shouldn't do again. Maybe it was alright because the curtains were down so no one could see through the glass. No, it's never alright when they were at home. They could go past a few lines but regret it later on.
Rukia tugged on his sleeve as they sat. "I don't mind if it's just a bit Ichigo... I think it's better to alleviate the tension while we're still here."
He gulped as he looked at her from across the table. He saw that she was a bit flustered. "You sure?"
She swallowed thickly. "If you don't want to then don't. I'll just learn to reel it in eventually..." she replied.
Ichigo chuckled. "It's not that I don't agree with you. I'm just wondering why you were the one offering."
She looked at him straight in the eye. She was dead serious, meaning she was being completely honest. "Is it wrong to say that I like kissing you?"
"If you think it's wrong then what I like would be wrong too." he replied.
"Let's not pretend we don't want the same thing Ichigo, I can plainly see that it's clearly killing us both. So why don't we just go to a no commitment thing." Rukia suggested.
"So we just do whatever we want to
each other but it won't mean anything?" he asked her with a raised eyebrow. Though he felt a bit hurt. After all, he just realized that he actually liked her but then was told that she wanted a relationship where anything intimate meant absolutely nothing.
"In a nutshell..." she squeaked.
"I'll accept your offer." he replied.
"Really?"
He looked at her seriously. "But only for tonight." he stated. He had other plans for her.
She pouted. "Well you're no fun."
He laughed at her as he leaned closer to her and gestured her to come closer as well. "And I thought you were the prude."
She grinned wickedly as she eyed his lips dangerously. "I'm feeling rather spontaneous right now."
"Now that is just a nicer word for impulsive and downright horny." he whispered in a voice laced with something better off not said.
Rukia took the initiative for the second time. Ichigo was sure to cherish this opportunity once more. He was more turned on today because of whatever the hell she was wearing. Her scent was just absolutely fantastic. Sure she smelled good everyday but whatever perfume she was wearing maximized her scent so every breath he took had her scent in it. He never seemed to ever get tired of her taste. Ever. She was far too addictive for her own good.
But... These kisses aren't suppose to meaning anything. Not to her at least. Is this all these kisses would ever be for her? It better not because Ichigo had a card up his sleeve.
He was the one who stopped her this time much to her dismay.
"Rukia... The limo's here." he said softly.
"Spoilsport..." she blurted out in a faux bitter tone.
"Am not. Now remind me why our roles have been switched and you are the one actively pursuing me?" Ichigo joked.
"Oh, so you were trying to get me." she smiled.
"See, that's something I would say with a smirk. Did you bump your head somewhere?" he smirked as he stood up.
"Very funny Ichigo." Rukia frowned as Ichigo helped her stand up.
"Since you're actively pursuing me now does that mean I can fuck you?" he grinned as he held her chin and forced her to look at him.
"I'm injured for crying out loud." she replied as she tried to shove him off of her but to no avail.
He went a bit lower where Rukia could feel his hot breath on her neck. His erotic appendage found it's way to her pulse and licked her oh so slowly. He noticed her breath shortening as one hand snaked it's way to her supple ass. He groped it for extra measure. "Does that mean I can have you when your leg is healed?"
Rukia slapped his hand of her ass and and punched his jaw in one powerful uppercut that would've impressed Muhammed Ali. "Keep your hands to yourself Romeo."
"And you were the one who said that we could have fun and it won't mean a thing." he shot back teasingly as he extended his arm towards her.
She clung to his arm. "I don't want your penis anywhere near my skin thank you very much." she said angrily.
Ichigo laughed. "You know... Most people call it member, manhood, cock and etc. You're the only person I know to ever call it as it is."
"Shut the fuck up Kurosaki." she said bitterly as she dragged him to the door herself.
Ichigo simply laughed her anger off. He took slow steps as he reached the door. He twisted the door knob and exited but made sure Rukia went first. He opened the door for Rukia and declined the driver's offer to open and close the door for them though said driver said that it was his job to open the door once they got to the red carpet. Ichigo sat next to Rukia and closed the door.
"Nervous?" Ichigo asked her casually.
"Never. I've been to press conferences and the like. A mere red carpet thing is nothing." she scoffed as she crossed her arm.
He shrugged as he crossed his legs in a celebrity fashion. "Do you ever get nervous?" he asked her as he looked out the tinted window. There wasn't much to see though. Just the usual teens partying and the usual NEETs littering the sidewalk.
Rukia sighed as she put a stray ebony lock back in place. "Do you think I'm a robot? It's only natural that I get nervous sometimes because I'm human." she replied in such a Rukia way.
He smiled. "When do you get nervous?" he asked insistently.
"I dunno. In situations where I'm not confident in I guess. Or in front of Byakuya." she replied in the same tone he had used earlier.
He turned his head to look at her beautiful form. Ichigo had to fight a blush before he spoke. "What kind of situations?"
She directed her amethyst eyes towards him. "That's personal." she flat out replied.
"Boo... Now you're no fun. What happened to the spontaneous Rukia?" he asked as he saw some guy with a sign that said 'A dollar for weed'.
"She retreated. This is Rukia Kuchiki now. You know, the beloved sister of Byakuya Kuchiki?" she replied jokingly.
"Oh." he snorted. "You mean the prude?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about. To my knowledge, prudes don't know how to work their tongue." she said suggestively as Ichigo could feel something arousing permeating from her personage.
Ichigo leaned dangerously close to her. "And you're saying you know how to?" he whispered hotly as his hot breath tickled her skin. "Work your tongue that is." he said as he licked his lips when he was sure she was watching.
"Why as a matter of fact." she said coyly as she grabbed his tie and jerked him closer. Ichigo could feel her breath dancing on his lips. "I do." she said in one heady whisper. Instead of forwardly going for his lips, she went past them and onto his ear. She licked the shell of his ear and bit it hotly making Ichigo shudder and gasp infinitesimally. "I think you can attest to that. Can't you Ichi?" she whispered in a voice made for sin.
And with that she withdrew herself leaving Ichigo feeling a tad bit sexual as a prominent bulge pushed insistently through the fabric of his pants. She crossed her injured leg over her functional one and smirked. "Aren't you going to the something about that?"
Ichigo blushed furiously as he cleared his throat and crossed his legs to cover his near semi erection. "You little witch. You're doing this on purpose." he stated angrily.
"Feel free to jack off. There's a partition between us and the driver. Don't worry, I won't peek nor will I listen." she said snugly as she began to hum a familiar tune.
He scowled. "Is this the sexual Rukia?"
"Something like that. But your word usage is far too crude for my liking." she said in her usual refined manner.
"How many Rukias are there anyway?" he asked just as his erection had begun to come down. Damn woman, making him so excited.
"Care to guess?"
"There's Rukia the prude, the spontaneous Rukia, the sexual Rukia... Maybe there's a crybaby version of you and the really wanton one." Ichigo grinned as his mind had been assaulted by images of said Rukias. The wanton Rukia haunted him the most.
She glared at him. "Firstly, I am not a prude. Second, there is no sexual one just a sponatenous one. Third, I would rather kill myself than cry like a baby." she said angrily as she gripped the leather armrest rather tightly. "Lastly, what the fuck do you mean by wanton? How dare you group me with common sluts."
"A very hormonal man can imagine can't he?" he asked her as he rested his head on his palm.
"I thought a man's hormones rage when they're in their pubescent years. Aren't you too old to have your hormones still running?" she scoffed.
"Now that is a common misconception. A man's hormones are out of control during their pubescent years. An adult's hormones are equivalent to sex drive. More hormones, bigger libido." he said.
Rukia sighed. Men and their sex filled brains... "Oh joy... I'm guessing there's the infuriating Ichigo and the hormonal one huh? When you're not being infuriating, you're extremely sexual."
"Aww, you wound me." he said in a faux hurt voice. "There's the loving caring one too."
"Which I fail to see." Rukia replied coldly.
Then I'll make you see it. I'll show just what it is I've realized. The more I think about it, the more I figure out that I've been oblivious to it from the very start Rukia Kuchiki.
"Don't worry. You'll see it soon enough."
"I'd like to see you try." she challenged.
Ichigo smirked.
Don't worry Rukia... I'll take good care of you.
"Hey folks! Mashiro here reporting at the premiere of Director Shigekuni Genryusai Yamamoto's most anticipated film of the year! Let's hear a few words from the lead actress Orhime Inoue!" Mashiro said as she thrusted her mic towards Orihime while the camera shifted towards said actress.
Orihime smiled sweetly as he extremely sexy dress wowed the crowd.
"So Orihime! How do you feel this evening?"
"I'm actually feeling quite nervous. Even though I've been acting for a few years already but it's still a rush to see yourself on the big screen." she replied.
"I guess people such as yourself do get nervous huh? I heard that there was a steamy scene between you and actor Ichigo Kurosaki. Care to divulge any details?"
"Why yes, there is a rather intimate scene in the movie however, it's against my personal policy to tell spoilers. You'll just have to wait and see."
"Well that's just too bad. So we'll see you later Orihime." Mashiro said energetically as the camera focused back onto the red carpet as many prominent people walked upon it.
A certain handsome actor exited his limo and made his way on the red carpet. He had been wearing a white tux with a black tie as his hair was styled the same way as his character. Mashiro quickly called his attention.
"Mr. Aizen, would you care to give us a few words?"
He smiled handsomely. "Why of course."
"How does it feel to be playing the part of the villain again?"
"I feel that it's an honor. I don't mind playing the villain this time round. Not when the director is the great Shigekuni Genryusai Yamamoto. Though still, it's fun to be evil." he laughed.
"Can you tell us a bit more about your role sir?"
"Yes well, you all know the name right? Nakamura Ryuuji. He's the shogun's most loyal guard and the mentor of our protagonist. I suppose he's one of my favorite characters to portray. He has a sword and he's badass."
"In other words, no spoilers. Who wrote the plot?" Mashiro laughed.
Aizen laughed. "Yes, no spoilers. The plot? Why Mr. Yamamoto thought of the story himself."
"Wow, it's such a complex plot as well." Mashiro commented.
"Even after months of filming, the plot still astounds me." he smiled.
"I see. Yes well excuse us now sir." Mashiro said politely.
The camera zoomed in on the reporter. "Yes, looks like that's all the actors for now. Stay tuned folks because actor Ichigo Kurosaki is said to arrive shortly. Back to you Lisa!"
The cameraman gave the thumbs up and Mashiro sighed in relief. She smacked her cheeks to hype herself up. She was extremely lucky to be the once chosen to do the broadcast for the premiere. She got to see actors and actresses Sosuke Aizen or Orihime Inoue. As soon as she stowed the mic away for the time being she saw another limo come through slowly and she called for the cameraman to continue with the broadcast. She quickly found her mic once more.
Once the camera man was good to go Mashiro got ready to broadcast.
"Welcome back to the premiere folks. Just after a short break, the lead actor has just appeared ahead of time. Sorry Lisa!" Mashiro joked as she gestured to the limo out front. The camera swung it's focus towards the black limo.
"Coming out right now is Ichigo Kurosaki!" she announced to the camera.
The chauffeur opened the door swiftly and stepped a side as a bright head of orange hair was seen leaving the limo. He stepped out with his signature scowl that always made the girls swoon and in a midnight tux that fit his physique extremely well. When the people expected that the chauffeur would close the door, he didn't. Instead, the actor double backed and extended his arm within the car. The crowd was surprised to find another had in the limo reaching out to reach the actor's hand.
He pulled said person out and helped her stand. A woman of around five feet stood with a kind of refinement no one could replicate. Her amethyst eyes entranced all those who had laid their eyes upon it as her ebony hair swayed softly. She had a soft smile on her face. Her milky white skin was absolutely flawless as it showed at her modest but backless midnight dress that reached her feet at the right height. The sight of her was absolutely stunning yet surprising.
And now everyone was a slave to her appealing appearance. She even outshone the leading lady of the movie.
Ichigo smirked proudly as he gave Rukia a sideways glance. Who knew she would have this kind of effect on so many people and since this event was being broadcasted worldwide, it wasn't just the guests, it was the world. The world would be mesmerized by her. He offered her his arm once more and she clung onto it with no qualms as she walked with him on the red carpet.
Everyone was too preoccupied with her beauty to actually mind that her manner of walking was odd but being the Kuchiki that she was, she made it seem refined and elegant even though it actually quite the opposite. The only one who minded was a certain auburn haired actress.
Rukia laughed softly with her velvety voice. "Hey Ichigo, this is actually pretty fun."
He grinned as they were halfway through. "Especially when they have such stupid looks on their faces." he replied softly.
A reporter called for their attention.
"Could we have a few words with you both?" she asked energetically but politely.
"Of course." Ichigo smiled charmingly.
"So Ichigo, why are accompanying the lovely Ms. Kuchiki today?"
Ichigo still maintained his smile. "I'm sure some of you may have noticed that Ms. Kuchiki here is injured. I'm her escort for tonight."
"That is rather unfortunate. So Ms. Kuchiki, we were just wondering why your brother was unable to attend."
"Yes, my brother has a meeting with his Greek stock broker and this meeting could simply not be cancelled since rescheduling would be problematic. So I'm here to represent him as the main producer this evening.." she smiled sweetly for the camera.
"Byakuya Kuchiki is a busy man after all." the reporter concluded.
"Yes, indeed he is. I just end up being his proxy most of the time so his sudden decisions for me to represent him hardly faze me anymore." she joked.
The reporter laughed. "How very true. So I'll leave you guys to yourselves. Hope your leg gets better Ms. Kuchiki."
The couple smiled politely as the reporter went away to hound on other bigwigs. Ichigo sighed as he scratched his cheek. "That is Mashiro Kuna. She works with Uryu. He does the info and she does the reporting. Though Uryu is just more or less pissed with her."
"I see, so would Ishida be here somewhere?"
He shrugged as they began to progress on the carpet. "Perhaps." he replied in a one liner. "And one more thing, if you ever want to find Uryu, you'll just have to follow the studio that made this movie. He's courting my P.A..." Ichigo informed sourly.
"I'll keep that in mind..."
Ichigo escorted Rukia to inside the grand cinema where the actually film viewing would be but they stopped at the section where the buffet was and here all the pretty dressed up tables were. It was huge social event after all.
"As much as you want to do your schmoozing, I can't let you go by yourself. I need to escort you." he said as he just simply went where she had wanted to go.
"You sound like a babysitter." she retorted.
He grinned. "That's because I'm babysitting you. It's your brother's orders you know."
She sighed angrily. "I know that..." she replied begrudgingly.
"Of course you do." he smirked.
"Shut up. I'll just have to drag you with me. You are an object... Just a thing to help me walk." she said angrily as she dragged him off.
"Ouch... Normally, you keep that kind of stuff in your tiny little insane head." he said as he poked her head hard.
She frowned. "I wonder who's the more insane one. Me or you, the guy who tries to kiss me."
"And succeeds at kissing you. I'm winning the bet you know." he replied cockily.
"No you're not. You're just being delusional." she shot back even though a tiny blush stained her cheeks. What kind of win was she expecting? The other one that's not dating?
Rukia walked up with Ichigo and had begun to do her brother's business schmoozing with executive bigwigs and discretely checking on whether he'll get his share of the money or they're planning to not give it at all. Ichigo couldn't wait to get out of there actually. Watching her entertain old perverted men who were old enough to be her father was sickening. She would flaunt that smile he had loved so much to those old fat and oily geezers. Not him...
Finally, she was done with her business. She excused herself and dragged Ichigo away to one of the tables. "That wasn't so bad now was it Ichigo?"
"Sure, if that's how you want to put it." he scoffed.
She sighed. "You are acting like a little kid you know. Maybe I should've gotten someone else to escort me if you're gonna be such a pussy about everything." she said as she placed her hand on her hip.
"Who the hell are you gonna bring? Renji?" he scoffed.
"Well maybe."
He scowled heavier. "Be practical midget. Renji doesn't know a thing about etiquette. Especially in this celebrity world." he reasoned.
"Okay fine... I acknowledge the fact that you have a point." she groaned.
He grinned. "You should. Do you want a bite to eat?" he asked.
"Ah yes... The benefits of parties and the like. Free gourmet food." Rukia smiled as she had begun to drag him to the dessert bar. "Come on."
He just nodded as he led her to the dessert. He grabbed a small plate and gave it to her before getting a plate for himself. Rukia took a small piece of the tiramisu and a bit of mango panna cotta while Ichigo had decided to get the crème brûlée and a small strawberry shortcake. Plates in hand, they went for the nearest available table.
Rukia tried a taste of the tiramisu, which was to say, heavenly. It wasn't completely drowned in the flavor of the coffee and the taste of the cream cheese wasn't overpowering. The chocolate they used was semi bitter which made an excellent twist on the pastry. It was so nice to eat gourmet pastries. For free too.
Though her short moment of happiness was cut short with the appearance of a certain auburn annoyance.
"Good evening." she greeted.
Rukia pulled the best smile she could muster as of the moment. "Good evening Ms. Inoue." she greeted back.
"Oh please... Just call me Orihime." she said.
Rukia nodded. "Then it wouldn't feel right if you didn't call me Rukia." she replied as sweetly as possible.
Orihime chuckled as she purposely ignored Ichigo. "How's your leg doing today?"
Rukia smiled. "Better I guess. They had to put a brace so that I could last for the entire evening. Thank you for the concern." she thanked.
"That's good to hear." she stated swiftly as she looked at Ichigo. "So how are you doing tonight Mr. Kurosaki?"
He shrugged. "Fine I guess." he replied.
"Is that so? Well I hope you two enjoy your evening." she said as she bid farewell.
Ichigo scowled heavily as he finished eating his strawberry shortcake. "What is she up to..." he grumbled.
Rukia sighed as she had begin to try her panna cotta. "Absolutely nothing. Stop being so paranoid." she chided.
He started to get some of his crème brûlée. "I'm not being paranoid. It's the truth..." he retorted back.
"Your truth is not the world's truth." she replied.
"The world's truth is a way for people to find closure. My truth just happens to be the truth. Tell me, is the world's truth actually truthful when it's composed of so many truths?" he replied philosophical.
She gave him a weird look. "Did you eat something weird?"
"No, just some cake and crème brûlée. Why?" he mused.
She shrugged. "Oh nothing..."
"Are you implying that it's weird for me to be smart?" he asked angrily.
"No no, I'm quite accepting of the fact that your brain has just returned to the closest alternate dimension to this dimensional plane. And you were being redundant with the word truth." she stated matter-oh-factly.
"Uh... What?..."
She shook her head. "Never mind, it was just a momentary lapse of genius." she stated sarcastically.
He was halfway through his delicious crème brûlée before rolling his eyes blatantly. "You sure talk big for someone so short."
She glared at him at fifty percent strength. "Are you daring to insult my height again? Need I remind you that my Sode no Shirayuki is waiting to castrate you." she grinned evilly.
He gulped. "It's still sharp...isn't it..." he stated in a horrified way.
"Of course, I've kept it sharp just for you." she replied sweetly.
"Once again I ask... Why is it when you're finally sweet towards me you have evil intentions?" he asked.
"And once again I say that it's just my feelings for you."
"In other words, you really hate me don't you?" he said grimly.
"From the bottom of my heart... Even if you are an excellent kisser..." she replied as she finished the last of her creamy mango panna cotta.
"So you admit I'm an excellent kisser." he grinned.
She pointed a finger at him. "Don't get cocky now. Just because you're an excellent kisser and I like kissing you doesn't mean I have to like you in that sense Ichigo."
"Now I want the spontaneous one back." he sighed as he called the one of the waiters to get them some water.
The waiter came back with some ice cold water to drown out the sugar.
"Please... If you can't control your erections then why should I bring her back?" she scoffed.
"I can control them." he shot back.
She smirked and rested her head on her propped up hand coyly. "Oh really?"
"Yes really..." he sighed remembering the fact that they were in public.
"I'd ask you to prove it to me but that would put me in a bad position now... I'd be helping you win the bet which is not exactly favorable to me." she replied as she drank her water in her usual refinement.
"Oh, I get it now... You're sexually attracted me." he grinned.
"Am not... You are definitely not my type." she shot back.
"Then do pray tell, what is your type?" he asked in a sexually charged tone.
She put a finger on his mouth and grinned. "Now that is a secret my very hormonal friend." she replied almost matching his tone.
He laughed. "Come on midget, we can go
in the theater now." he said as he stretched his arm towards her like the fine gentleman he was.
She took his arm like a beautiful duchess being asked by some handsome lord to dance. It would be like a fairy tale if it were the renaissance or the victorian era. With said lord's help, she got through the theater just fine. They found some good seats right in the middle and at the just right height. Rukia let out a breath of relief as she was allowed to sit down. It was obvious that standing too much was putting a strain on her leg. Hopefully, she wouldn't overexert herself just to stay standing for the rest of the evening.
Ah well, I'll just have to carry her then whether she wants me to or not.
All of her opinions shall be ignored.
More studio bigwigs and big shot actors and actresses filled the theater. Lively chats and friendly banter resounded in the sound proof theater. Even the lovely duchess and lord needed to converse with some of them. Rukia was luckily beside Nanao Ise who was chosen as the music producer for the film while Ichigo luckily sat next to his manager but the person in front of him was Sosuke Aizen. In Rukia's case, the one in front of her was Orihime Inoue and behind her was the scriptwriter, Syazel Apporo Grantz. How fortunate of Rukia to be squished in between the faux couple. Brilliant... Just brilliant.
"So what brings you here Senior?" Nanao had asked.
"Oh you know how my brother is. Always leaving for some random country at the moment's notice." she replied.
Nanao laughed. "You always complained about him suddenly taking off and leaving you and your sister alone."
"Yeah, that's true. He goes to China them to England them to Switzerland then to who knows where." she replied.
"How did you get your leg broken and why is it Ichigo Kurosaki is your escort? You were practically at each other's necks the last time I saw you." Nanao asked curiously.
"Things happen, can you believe I slipped off ice and fell off a huge flight of public stairs? Well, as for Ichigo, he's still a bastard."
"Oh, you two on a first name basis now?" she joked.
Rukia blushed but quickly shook her head. "Oh shut up Nanao... He's a sick infuriating bastard who knows nothing but how to freeload of people despite owning wads and wads of cash in his little bank account." she said angrily.
"Well I did hear his apartment caught on fire but during the press release regarding his state of health and all, he claimed that he was in a hotel. So he lied?"
Rukia laughed awkwardly. "What makes you say that?"
"You two are on a first name basis now. You said that he freeloads. Another thing is that you arrived with him." Nanao said analytically.
"You're still as sharp as ever..." Rukia sighed.
"Why do you think I was the only vice president to have stayed with you for so long."
"True true... You got me, he's freeloading at my place." Rukia admitted in a whisper. She didn't want anyone else to hear.
"So, has he assaulted you or anything of that sort?"
"Oh, if you mean offending my pride then I guess so." she replied.
"And while I was looking at Facebook, I saw a picture of you kissing him at Chappy land. Though it kinda looked photoshopped, is it real?" she inquired as she fixed her glasses.
"Thank God it looks photoshopped..." Rukia mumbled.
"Oh, so it is real."
"I have an excellent excuse for that."
"Which is?"
Rukia chilled awkwardly. "I would love to tell you but the movie is starting."
Nanao laughed at Rukia's poor attempt to save herself. They leaned back as the cinema lights dimmed. The friendly banter quieted down as the projector lit up to life. The usual credits came up along with the sounds of footsteps and heavy breathing.
The screen flashed as the thunder roared and the sound of rain crept in. The screen then showed a certain samurai, breathing hard as he had just slain one of the enemies. He used his katana to pull himself up before standing on the firm ground. He was drenched in the rain as another enemy assaulted him. He quickly parried with ease before countering him and quickly doing away with him. The blood dripped off his blade as he ran upwards the castle. He quickly slashed the sides of two enemies waiting for him causing them to yell in pain as the samurai advanced.
As he shot past many other enemies, he slashed a few that were in his way. He reached a door and slammed it open to find a familiar face through it. His hair had been slick back as usual with a long strand of brown hair dangling at the front as. His hair had been tied back and his sword was in hand.
"I was told that the leader of these ronin was waiting in this room. Have you slain him?" the samurai inquired.
The man shrugged. "No such person has been sighted here." he simply replied.
"Then these ronin lie even through their death." the samurai spat.
"They have already passed on. Give some respect to the dead Keichi." the man scolded.
"They are nothing but Ronin Nakamura... What honor do they have left when they do not have the honor of their master to protect?" the younger samurai shot back angrily.
The older samurai sighed. "You are still too young Keichi..."
The man walked towards the younger one with his sword still on guard. As soon as he passed the younger one, he attempted to strike the younger samurai only to be parried.
"What do you think you're doing Nakamura!" he shouted.
Ryuuji grinned evilly. "They were telling the truth, these disposable ronin. I hired them to attack the castle for a good sum of money I assure you." he said as he went for Keichi's legs but Keichi managed to block the strike.
"What?"
Ryuuji grinned. "Tsk tsk tsk... You are still to naive. What are you waiting for? Strike me." he provoked.
"That I will!" Keichi yelled as he flipped his sword in other to deal a blow to the older samurai's head. He stopped a mere few millimeters away at the sound of a familiar shrill scream. Keichi looked to the door to find the Shogun screaming, his face pale white.
"Y-you! Ryuusai! You headed the attack on my castle!"
Keichi withdrew his sword. "Sire, I was merely-
"He was going to kill me. He walked in here and caught me by surprise. My bones are no longer young and so I wasn't able to parry in time. He was planning on killing you next." the Ryuuji bellowed hysterically.
The Shogun looked at his most loyal samurai as other samurais had begun to fill the room. The shogun pointed to Keiichi. "Arrest him."
Keichi held his the hilt of his sword firmly in case he had to draw which he would have not preferred to do. He drew his sword and only fought with the back of his sword. He bruised the other samurais heavily as he fled the castle. He was back out in the pouring rain. He shot through the drenched courtyard towards the stables. He quickly found his horse and quickly stormed off leaving the castle.
Rukia found herself instantly hooked with the movie. The depth and the image the director had envisioned was entrancing. Ichigo could really act. He was totally in character. Or rather, he was the character. This looked rather interesting for a movie with Ichigo in it.
Keichi eventually collapsed in the middle of nowhere. He was drenched in both blood and rain as his body heaved up and down desperately breathing. He's consciousness faded as nearby footsteps could be heard and the sound of a hushed conversation.
"This boy is..."
"Yes, he's the one."
"I see...What of the manipulated faction?"
"We'll leave that to princess Yuki."
"Yes, her way with words is indeed superb. Does her father know about this?"
"Of course not. If he did then she wouldn't be within our ranks to begin with."
"How very true. Let's put our trust in her. Now then, let's clean this boy up. We can't let such potential go to waste."
"Indeed we cannot, this boy holds the key to our survival. Our numbers are decreasing. We are losing more and more people with the right ability."
"And what makes you say that?"
"This boy... I feel he has the power to make destiny bend to his will."
He opened his eyes slowly to find himself within a small candlelit room. He quickly looked around before looking at himself in bandages. He closed his eyes as he recalled what had happened to him. He felt the presence of a person and looked in the direction of said presence to find a young woman staring at him with her big eyes. He hair was auburn and she was wearing a kimono of the most expensive material. She was in the middle of fixing her hair when he woke up.
"You're awake now." she stated.
"Where am I?" he demanded.
She only smiled. "You're in a mansion south from Kanazawa border. You're safe here Ryuusai Keichi." she replied.
"Unless my eyes deceive me, you are Princess Shirahime Yuki."
She nodded as she managed to tie her hair properly. "Daughter of Emperor Shirayuki Takeru and Mistress Shirayuki Yukina."
"I would normally say it's an honor if it weren't for the fact that you shouldn't be in Kanazawa. It's too far from Edo." he replied cautiously.
"It is never too far when you have underground tunnels directly from Edo to Kanazawa. It is big enough to fit a small battalion of horsemen. And when at full pace one can reach Kanazawa in simply a day." she replied brightly.
He allowed his guard to ease up as his stiff shoulders slackened. "Impressive. And to whom do I owe this pleasure of having you visit a lowly traitor such as myself?"
She cocked her head. "Traitor?"
He sighed as he lied back down on his futon. "Have you not heard your highness? I am Ryuusai Keichi, traitor to Shogun Gokuten of Ichihara. I ordered an attack on him in order to gain control of Ichihara myself."
She laughed lightly.
"Do you find something humorous princess?" he mused.
"No, not at all. Why call yourself a traitor when you truly aren't one. Of course I have heard of what had happened in Ichihara. Only a fool would be believe that a loyal samurai such as yourself would commit treason." she replied.
He blushed and gulped heavily. "I am no samurai. I have become a worthless ronin."
"Ronin aren't worthless."
"They have no pride to protect."
"Ronin protect their own pride."
He looked at her. "What is this pride you speak of princess?"
"What is your pride Ryuusai Keichi?" she replied.
"Pride? I have no such thing since I have now been branded a traitor. I have no pride nor dignity. Even my own blade must be ashamed of me."
This line intrigued her. "Your blade? Tell me, does your blade speak to you?"
"You must be insane to hear an inanimate object speak to you your highness. My blade does not speak nor does any other blade as a matter of fact." he replied arrogantly.
"Then what is your blade's name?"
"Suzaku."
"Suzaku, the legendary phoenix of the west. It is a valiant name." she commented.
"The blacksmith said that it suits my personality."
"It is only the name he has given it. Blacksmiths serve as mediums for the sword in your heart to materialize. Every sword has their own name, you should grow more powerful upon learning it."
"Such nonsense. A sword is just a sword. Nothing more. I follow my own bushido."
"The fact that you are arrogant is true."
"Yes, what of it?"
"It is sad that his owner has closed his ears to him." she replied as she closed her eyes.
"He? You mean Suzaku?"
"That is not his true name"
He sighed in frustration. "That's not my bushido." he shot back.
"You will be proven wrong at a latter time. For now, I will allow your own arrogance to lead you."
Holy crap... That doesn't sound an inch like Ichigo. He sounds like he's from the Edo period for real. And he does sound pretty arrogant. Is that really the bubbly and annoying Orihime Inoue? She sounds like a princess. Celebrities are scary. And Mr. Aizen looked really sinister.
Maybe I should apologize to him for once since he apologized to me.
"I heard you left without saying goodbye."
Keichi frowned heavily as his had his sword ready in his usual stance.
"Who are you?"
He chuckled as he kept his sword in it's sheath. "That is a lovely question. But I would like to ask the same, who are you?"
"That's a foolish question. I am Ryuusai Keichi, a prideless ronin." he shot back.
"Prideless? You don't sell yourself very well. You've got Princess Yuki all worried and that rarely happens. I am asking about what you are. Or have you given yourself deaf ears towards the princess's attempts to reach you?" he grinned heavily.
He had been wearing all black. Black Kosode and a Black Hakama. Though it was topper with a tasteful white haori.
"You did not answer me." he growled.
"I am Saitama Hotori. I am a member of a certain ronin group. You-"
He didn't listen much as he suddenly charged at the man. Keichi found himself being parried with extreme ease.
"I wasn't finished talking Keichi. You are indeed arrogant and rude. Now then." he said with a grin as he sent Keichi flying.
"You will listen to me and listen well."
Keichi stood his ground and used his sword as support. He was breathing heavily.
"Nakamura Ryuuji was a member of this group. A high ranking member as well just like myself but he betrayed us and manipulated the faction he was in charge of. He staged the attack to get you out of the picture since you were the only obstruction to his plan. Understood?"
He nodded.
"Now then, thanks to Princess Yuki's efforts, we have managed to reach the closed hearts of these manipulated ronin and are now seeking revenge. We are missing a highly ranked member among our ranks and therefore, we are extending an invitation to you Keichi."
"Then I respectfully refuse."
"What are you going to do then Keichi? Go back to Ichihara and take on Ryuuji by yourself?"
He growled. "I had him knocking on death's door."
"Even if you had your blade right next to his neck you still would've been unable to cut him." he shot back.
"Intriguing... Tell me why Hotori?"
"So you do remember names Keichi. If you cannot scratch me then the more you wouldn't be able to get your blade close. He let you near him."
"So you are saying he's invincible?"
"The way you are now, he surpasses you in skill. What we, the Shinigami are about to teach you is something a select few individuals can do."
"Alright. I'm in."
Rukia was now hooked and guilty. She felt bad for insulting him but was to busy to actually feel the full on guilt since she was so hooked to the movie. Then again, it's just the minor offense of insulting his acting ability. Perhaps since she was witnessing just how great of a guy Ichigo was, she had begun to realize that she didn't value him as much as he deserved and this was all her and her stupid pride's fault.
She closed her hands into fists as she looked down at her lap. Why does it take me this long to figure just how great of a guy he actually is. He's done more rights than wrong, why couldn't I see that?
She breathed in deep and resumed watching the movie.
The world is so unfair...
"I've warned you once Keichi... And you refused to listen and so I ask, are you ready to listen now?"
Keichi sighed as he placed his sword in one corner of a familiar candlelit. He sat down and to drink the tea. "What do you think?"
She continued to sip her tea. "I'm guessing you are. You ran off to Ichihara after fighting with Hotori then when you found Nakamura Ryuuji, he defeated you rather easily and now you end up back here wounded."
"There was no need to put it in that manner princess." he replied angrily.
"The truth is still the truth my dear ronin..." she replied nonchalantly.
"That word still stings."
"Ronin?"
"Yes, that's the word."
"Even after foolishly pursuing that man and returning with blood tainting your body you still keep that naive and arrogant perspective of yours." she stated as she had just finished her tea.
"It is not the easy to change one's perspective your highness."
"Please... I am tired of my title. Please address me as simply Yuki since I have been allowed to simply call you as Keichi." she said with a smiled as she cocked her head.
"Are you sure princess?"
"I am always sure." she replied.
"If I am executed by a royal guard just for the petty crime of not addressing you properly then you shall take full responsibility, won't you?"
She laughed. "I suppose that sounds fair. Now that you're ready to listen." she said stopping midway as the sliding door opened revealing a feminine looking man.
"This is another high ranking officer. Tsubaki Haruhi."
Keichi bowed in respect. "It is a pleasure to meet you."
Haruhi stared at him. "Raise your head Keichi. There is no need for such formalities."
"Keichi, Tsubaki will be your teacher."
He quickly raised his head. "Excuse me... Did you just say teacher?"
"There's something you need to learn Keichi." Haruhi replied.
"I've mastered my style. Are you going to teach me yours in order to better my skill?" he replied rudely.
Haruhi groaned angrily. "Princess... You were right when you mentioned he had pride issues."
Yuki laughed slightly.
"One more thing Mr. Ronin. Before you start disrespecting Tsubaki, Tsubaki is actually a she." Yuki informed with great joy.
Keichi cringed at the nickname before looking at Haruhi in shock. "Pardon me... But you're female?"
"Why yes I am. Though I intentionally hide my gender for conveniency purposes." she said before glaring. "Is there a problem Mr. Ronin?"
"None at all ma'am..." Keichi replied begrudgingly.
Now Rukia was sort of bored. Looking at Orihime Inoue's face for long duration of time would make one bored. Once you've seen her acting, it stays that way for the whole movie and there wasn't much character development. Maybe they should've gotten a different actress.
So Ichigo learns these weird Shinigami powers and stuff and gets this weird butchers knife of a sword as a weapon and all... Then he goes back to Mr. Aizen only to figure out that Mr. Aizen could do the same Shinigami stuff which is really stupid then Ichigo gets sent back to the lovely Princess Yuki... And... W-wait! What's going on? I know they were building a whole lot chemistry during his training period and they had almost kissed and a kiss was a really big deal in feudal Japan...
Oh dear...
Yuki looked at him all bandaged up and wounded. She hovered over him as she was at the brink of tears. She hated to see him hurt. Her tears finally reached his face and he woke up.
"Yuki... Why are you shedding tears?"
"You fool... You ran off and got bloodied up again." she sobbed back.
He looked at her and stroked her cheek. She held his hand as she attempted to stop her tears. "You're much more beautiful when you smile. Smile for me Yuki..." he said with a soft voice.
She shook her head. "I can't smile when you're a bloody mess."
He sighed. "I'm not dying."
"You're still bleeding."
"I stopped bleeding a long time ago. You're simply overreacting." he replied.
"Still..."
He pulled her down till they were a mere few millimeters away.
"Stop worrying."
Come on Rukia... You've seen worse than this... Why are you so flustered? And why is it so hard to watch this when there's something called movie censorship...
Is that what we look like?
I guess it is kinda hot...
No no no no! W-wait up! I will not degrade myself to speaking like Momo. Oh Rukia Kuchiki... What has gone into your head?
She glanced at Ichigo to find him sleeping like a baby though he was leaning towards her side. If she wasn't resting her head on her right palm then Ichigo would've been leaning on her shoulder.
She sighed as she just watched the scene. She could understand why he wanted to simply sleep through it. He didn't want to watch these scenes. He didn't like being with Orihime Inoue even though it was his job. What was he thinking anyway?
The scene would've been quite exciting for the general audience but there was nothing to see for Ichigo and Rukia.
The crowd applauded once the ending credits rolled out. Yamamoto stepped down to the front where there was a small but classy stand with a microphone stuck on it. This was where he made his speech. Rukia gazed around to find that she was the only one who didn't seem to like it as much and perhaps Ichigo as well. Rukia shrugged his shoulder and he woke up rather quickly in contrast to his usual sleeping habits which happened to be to not wake up at all.
He yawned discretely before pretending that he was wide awake throughout the entire film.
"Ladies and Gentleman. I thank you all for attending this premiere. I would also like to thank the Kuchiki corporation for their very huge donation. Thanks to them, I was able to complete a movies I had been dreaming of for ten years."
The audience applauded until he settle them down.
"Now then. I'd like to thank all of the actors especially Ichigo Kurosaki. I can't imagine any other actor to play as Keichi and I can say the same for Sosuke Aizen. This was his best villain role yet. Now that I think about it, this cast is irreplaceable. Job well done everyone."
"The staffed I worked with were very cooperative and they knew what I had wanted and what I had envisioned. Thank you all. I am very satisfied with the outcome of this film and I hope this will not be the last. Now let us hear a few words from Ichigo Kurosaki."
The crowd applauded as Ichigo stood up. He winked at Rukia before grinning and going down to the podium. Yamamoto stepped aside and went back to his seat while Ichigo cleared his throat and tested the mic for a bit.
"Good evening everybody. Well, let's not make this too formal shall we? I'd like to thank Director Yamamoto for this great opportunity. It was a pleasure to be working with you sir!" Ichigo said with a grin as Yamamoto nodded his head in joy.
"Thanks to the cast, Sosuke Aizen, Orihime Inoue and others. You guys did great! Especially you Mr. Aizen sir, you're practically a living legend!"
Aizen simply smiled as the crowd cheered. "Of course, I'd like to thank my beautiful P.A Kurotsuchi Nemu for always keeping me on time and for tolerating my lazy antics. Thanks, as always, Tatsuki. You're the best manager ever!"
"I'd like to keep this speech brief so..." he said before trailing off. He dropped the cue cards he had been holding as he looked at Rukia. He sighed as he stowed away the cards into his breast pocket before holding the mic firmly.
"Hey guys... Can I say something personal? There's just something I want to someone and I want them to hear it. I don't want them to avoid what I'm about to say and now is the perfect time. I know this speech is being broadcasted but hey, no escape." he asked sincerely.
He breathed in deep. "I just wanted to say that I loathed you the day I first met you. To me, you were an absolute bitch and a prude to boot."
Now the crowd knew that he was referring to a girl. Rukia just gripped the armrest tightly.
What is he trying to do that idiot...
"I lied when I told you your voice was horrible. You voice is just beautiful actually." he chuckled as he scratched his cheek.
"I never said thanks but really... Thanks for the drink. That martini was great. Though, I lost my temper the next day and I actually blamed it on you. I don't think I've done enough apologizing yet. I also hated you for wearing that dress. You should've been arrested for the way you looked. It made me kiss you even though you made me promise not to touch you at all."
The crowd gasped a Rukia's anxiety grew.
"Then me being immature made this dumb bet with you. Perhaps that was just a front because I freaked out when Momo told me you were at the hospital. Gosh... I bet she's screaming right now holding her tv so hard she might succeed breaking it. Hey... Maybe even Kiyone is with Momo too." he laughed.
Ichigo took the microphone off. "Great, it's wireless. Perfect."
Then he slowly walked off the podium and slowly back up to the audience. "I wasn't holding myself back when we were at the park by the way. And I was really jealous of Grimmjow as a matter of fact. And I just wanted to say that I had a lot of fun yesterday. I'll never forget it. If I'm not mistaken, you're still wearing that necklace I won for you."
He stopped at a certain isle and went through it. This exclusive theater had an unnecessary amount of legroom.
"There's a reason why I refused your offer earlier." he said as he kneeled in front of a certain someone.
"When I realized I liked you, I immediately wanted to make you mine."
"Will you date me Rukia Kuchiki?"
And Rukia couldn't breath. She just stared at those confident yet so sincere honey amber eyes that made her swoon so often it was more than she preferred. He had his signature grin laced with something gentler.
He was just so confident.
Her eyebrows furrowed and she didn't care if the microphone picked up what she was about to say even though the crowd was whispering and murmuring about.
"Ichigo Kurosaki... What makes you think I'll date you after everything you've done?"
"I'm not asking you to marry Rukia. I'm just asking you to my girlfriend is all." he replied smugly.
"In case you haven't noticed Ichigo, I was on the anti-Ichigo path to begin with."
"Oh come on Rukia... I'm swallowing my pride to ask you to be my girlfriend. Technically speaking, of it weren't for your stubborn Chappy-filled head, the thing at the movies and at the theme park would've been certified dates. That means we've been on two midget."
She grasped the armrest hard. "Did you just call me a midget... In public... With cameras?"
"Why yes I did."
She sighed. "I'm not in the mood to fight with you today. How do I know you're not acting again." she asked as her eyes softened.
"Renji told me that if I meant it you would know." he simply replied.
She closed her eyes deeply.
Am I ready to date again?
Am I ready to put my heart on the line again?
Suddenly, all her moments with Ichigo flashed through her mind. Then there was one clear and vivid memory in her mind.
"K-Kaien! Don't talk... You're going to lose more blood."
He coughed. "Oh shut up Rukia... Not even an atomic bomb can take me down."
"Please don't talk anymore!"
"Give me your hand." he commanded.
She nodded and did as he asked.
He grabbed her ring and held it tightly as he tears had begun to fall on his face.
"W-what does this mean? Are you giving up?"
"I'm not letting you waste your life over me. There's someone out there who's gonna cherish you more than I did. Find him Rukia." Kaien grinned as his hand begun to slowly limp to the ground.
Suddenly, one other person stood up and stormed to Ichigo and Rukia.
"Oh for crying out loud just say yes! Who do you think suffers the most just watching you two take too long to just admit you guy like each other! It's me Renji and Momo!" Tatsuki yelled at the both of them shocking Ichigo and Rukia.
Ichigo and Rukia looked at each other for a brief second before bursting into laughter. Rukia just smiled as she grabbed the nape of his neck and kissed him shortly. "Alright Ichigo... I'll date you you ingrate."
He grinned widely as he pumped his fists up in the air shouting yes. "Hell yeah! I win the bet and you're my girlfriend! This is fantastic!"
She grinned as she dragged him back down to her level. "Idiot. I won the bet. The deal was whether I would get a boyfriend first before you get those two requirement."
He blinked once as his mouth gaped open. "Were you planning this?"
She crossed her broken leg over her functional grin with refinement befitting Rukia Kuchiki. "Maybe. What do you think?"
"Now that's the Rukia I know. I promise to never hurt you. Alright?"
"That includes nicknames." she added.
"What? No way! I'm still going to call you midget. And others!"
"No you can't, you just gave me girlfriend rights Ichigo!"
And on their bickering went as the crowd simply watched them. Tatsuki smiled but as soon as her eyes met Orihime's she frowned. She sneaked past them while the audience was fixated on them.
"Orihime... Please don't ruin their happiness... I'm begging you." she whispered.
"You have no right to tell me what to do Tatsuki." she shot back.
"Are you still okay?"
Orihime glared at her. "I'm fine. Stop minding me already."
"I'm still worried. Have you had enough playing around? Are you satisfied yet Orihime?"
"I'll never be satisfied as long as people like them exist."
Tatsuki showed a pained look. "Orihime... Those guys were scum. They were just dumb jocks messing around and didn't you already get your revenge on them already? What more do you want. You know Ichigo's more than just a jock."
She scowled. "I know that. But what I do is my business. It isn't your business anymore ever since you became his manager. Why do you care?"
"I want Orihime Inoue back."
"I'm not that naive innocent girl anymore."
"I thought so..."
AN: How's it going guys! I was kinda stumped with what I was gonna do but here it is. Forgive me if you feel like it kinda sucks. So yeah, new chapter. Now then, I might be writing for two stories depending on what I feel like. We'll see and I hope that won't effect this story. Anyways guys, tell me what you want to happen!
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Anyways! I'm really really super happy! The art club in my school is really kinda weird. Because they hold auditions for youth join and all and I passed! Only four of us from my year level passed! I'm super happy!
However! There are two lists. In order to reach the required amount of club members there are two lists or those who passed. I passed under the deliberation by the current club members. The other list was passed under the club moderator~
Still, I'm happy!
Songs:
Kimi no Shiranai Monogatari: supercell
Perfect Day: supercell
AkaBaka-chan signing off!