The ground of eggshells started to feel more like shard of glass.
Rukia's handwriting took a severe dip. Straight lines were replaced with wavy lines, numbers became letters and vice-versa. Her actions of the previous night had come crashing down on her head even harder than the initial realization. The more she thought about it only made the trembling worse…and she couldn't stop thinking about it! She tried to hide her shakings whenever Ukitake or Kiyone came by, but she really looked liked she downed a lot of coffee.
She slept with Rangiku.
She couldn't get over that! How could anyone? Most men who got that chance would go on for months about they banged the busty lieutenant of 10th Division…but Rukia didn't want to brag nor bring it ever again! She didn't feel pride for sleeping with Rangiku, she didn't feel attraction towards Rangiku, she didn't feel anything!
But Rangiku's memory was about loose as her robes, so she might even remember. Rukia started to take calming breathes. It's been four hours and nobody came in asking how she faired last night. If everything went well, then only her and her alone would know what happened last night. And within a week's time, even she would forget about it! So no harm done and everything is going to be all right.
And then everything turned out to be not all right.
Through the doors in walked the walking bounce house of funbags herself. Rangiku looked to be in a pleasant mood based around her smile and the little hops in her step. Rukia looked on with a perplexed look as Rangiku approached her and sat down. Rangiku happily stared at Rukia for a few minutes right before kissed the petite girl on the cheek.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Rukia loudly broke the silence.
"For last night dearie." Rangiku giggled. "I have to say…"
"Say nothing and do nothing!" Rukia barked, scooting further away from the busty maiden. "Surely you realize if my brother finds out, he will destroy you! Hopefully in the aspect of your career rather than your aspect of your life…"
"So let's keep this a secret." Rangiku whispered as she laid down on top of Rukia. "You want to know why I'm approaching you like this?" Rukia shook her head with a annoyed look that clearly read 'no absolutely not go ahead succubus' but Rangiku continued. "Because you were great. Better than me even. I think we'll make a great couple."
"You're assuming I'm gay or even bi." Rukai pointed out.
"Converting you will be a great task then." Rangiku put on a rather wickedly-curved smile deserving of a horror movie villain. The uneven face gave Rukia the strength to break free and back-pedal into the wall. "Okay, sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Rangiku held up her hands with a more normal worried look. "But still, the converting thing would make me famous…"
"Or my brother will kill you for turning me gay."
"Or I'll survive and we'll have gay babies."
"Or my brother will kill you for forcing me to carry your child."
"Or we'll live happily after all."
"Or…"
"Brother." Rangiku went into a imitation of Rukia; doing her stoic face and her droopy eyes. "Kill me. You'll become a widow having to take care of our five kids…"
"I'm not going to have any kids with you!" Rukia declared. "Let alone five! Even two!"
"So you'll have one kid with me?" Rangiku happily asked with hands clasped together. Rukia scowled and crossed her arms. Rangiku dropped the face and then asked, "You do realize I could just paint a different story about us." Rangiku crossed her arms in return. "Therefore the whole 'or my brother' thing will be your problem."
"Blackmailing me?" Rukia exasperated. Rangiku nodded. "Look-k, I'm not going to let myself become your slave…"
"Not a slave!" Rangiku held up a finger in Rukia's face. "But a good friend! Maybe you'll like it and then become my love slave." Rukia's cross expression made Rangiku back-track and add, "Partner. You'll become my partner in romantic affairs. Who knows?" She pulled Rukia in with one arm and held her close to her chest, nearly smothering Rukia with one of her huge breasts. "Maybe we'll soul-mates deep down, having been separated by circumstances out of our hands!"
"Okay." Rukia shook her head with a stolid look stuck on her face. "Okay. Maybe. Knowing my luck…" Rukia then changed subjects. "But why me? You can win any man…or bi/gay woman…and you pick me?" Rukia then jabbed her elbow into Rangiku's lower ribs. "You after my fortune?"
"I have no need for your money." Rangiku drew Rukia deeper into her booby trap. "But your loving is worth it."
So Rukia got drew into a life with Rangiku against her will. All to save a little bit of face. Of course, not being a prophet would severally hamper things for her. Over the coming months she would face trials of fire, stone, sea, cheese, monkeys and paper. Rangiku would either bring forth the trials herself or be a bystander to the events that will surround Rukia. This whole affair could be a great change in Rukia's life! Why…
"Can I help you?" Asked Ukitake as he looked into the room. "You've been rather loud and I couldn't understand a word through the walls…"
"Nothing!" Rukia shoved Rangiku off her and out of sight. "Just Rangiku being drunk again! So Rangiku…" Rukia tilted her head back and forth with a nervous smile. "…is being Rangiku." Ukitake just shrugged, coughed, and turned away to continue his work.
Rukia felt the glass return to eggshells. Not as painful, but just as annoying…